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And, like thyself, thy judgments, Lord, 154 Plead thou my cause; to that and me In all respects are just.
Thy timely aid afford; 138 Most just and true those statutes were, With beams of mercy quicken me, Which thou didst first decree;
According to thy word. And all with faithfulness perform'd,
155 From harden'd sinners thou remov'st Succeeding times shall see.
Salvation far away; 139 With zeal my flesh consumes away, 'Tis just thou shouldst withdraw from them My soul with anguish frets,
Who from thy statutes stray. To see my foes contemn at once
156 Şince great thy tender mercies are Thy promises and threats.
To all who thee adore; 140 Yet each neglected word of thine, According to thy judgments, Lord, Howe'er by them despis’d,
My fainting hopes restore. Is pure, and for eternal truth
157 A num'rous host of spiteful focs By me, thy servant, priz’d.
Against my life combine; 141 Brought, for thy sake, to low estate, But all too few to force my soul Contempt from all I find;
Thy statutes to decline. Yet no affronts or wrongs can drive
158 Those bold transgressors I beheldon Thy precepts from my mind.
And was with grief oppress'd, 142 Thy righteousness shall then endure, To see with what audacious pride When time itself is past;
Thy cov'nant they transgress'd. Thy law is truth itself, that truth
159 Yet while they slight, consider, Lord Which shall for ever last.
How I thy precepts love; 143 Though trouble, anguish, doubts, and therefore quicken me with beams dread,
Of mercy from above. To compas me unite;
160 As from the birth of time thy truth Beset with dnger, still I make
Has held through ages past, Thy precots my delight.
So shall thy righteous judgments, firm, 144 Eternal ind unerring rules
To endless ages last.
161 Though mighty tyrants, without cause,
Conspire my blood to shed,
Thy sacred word has power alone
To fill my heart with dread. 145 With my yhole heart to God I calld, 162 And yet that word my joyful breast lord, hear ny earnest cry ;
With heavenly rapture warms; Andl thy statates to perform
Nor conquest, nor the spoils of war, WI) all my care apply.
Have such transporting charms. 146 Sgain more fervently I pray'd, 163 Perfidious practices and lies O ave ne, that I may
I utterly detest; Thy estinonies throughly know,
But to thy laws affection bear, Ail stedfastly obey.
Too vast to be exprest. 147 Iy carlier prayer the dawning day 164 Sev'n times a day, with grateful voice, P:vented, while I cry'd
Thy praises I resound, Tom, on whose
Because I find thy judgments all, I hope alone rely d.
With truth and justice crown'd. 148Vith zeal have I awak'd before 165 Secure, substantial peace have they 'le midnight watch was set,
Who truly love thy law; T! I of thy mysterious word
No smiling mischief them can tempt ight perfect knowledge get.
Nor frowning danger awe. 14Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 166 For thy salvation I have hop'd, nd wonted favour show:
And though so long delay'd, Oaicken me, and so approve
With cheerful zeal and strictest care hy judgment ever true.
All thy commands obey'd. 1 My persecuting foes advance,
167 'Thy testimonies I have kept, .nd hourly nearer draw;
And constantly obcy'd;
Thy service easy made. 1 Though they draw nigh, my comfort is, 168 From strict observance of thy laws Chou, Lord, art yet more near;
I never yet withdrew; 'ou, whose commands are righteous all, Convinc'd that my most secret ways Thy promises sincere.
Are open to thy view. ! Concerning thy divine decrees,
TAU. My soul has known of old, at they were true, and shall their truth 169 To my request and earnest cry, l'o endless ages hold.
Attend, O gracious Lord;
Inspire my heart with heavenly skill, ""
According to thy word. 3 Consider my affliction, Lord,
170 Let my repeated prayer at last And me from bondage draw;
Before thy throne appear; hink on thy servant in distress,
According to thy plighted word, Who ne'er forgets tby law.
For my relief draw near. 8
171 Then shall my grateful lips return
'Twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say, And taught me thy just ways. 172 My tongue the praises of thy word
Up, Israel, to the temple haste, Shall thankfully resound,
And keep your festal day!
2 At Salem's courts we must appear, Because thy promises are all
With our assembled powers, With truth and justice crown'd. 173 Let thy Almighty arm appear,
3 In strong and beauteous order rang'd,
Like her united towers.
4 'Tis thither, by divine command,
The tribes of God repair, My heart's free choice have made.
Before his ark to celebrate 174 My soul has waited loug to see
His name with praise and prayer. Thy saving grace restor'd;
5 Tribunals stand erected there, Nor comfort knew, but what thy laws,
Where equity takes place: Thy heavenly laws, afford. 175 Prolong my life, that I may sing
There stand the courts and palaces My great Restorer's praise;
Of royal David's race. Whose justice, from the depths of woe,
6 (), pray we then for Salem's peace,
For they shall prosp'rous be, My fainting soul shall raise. 176 Like some lost sheep I've stray'd, till I
Thou holy city of our God,
Who bear true love to thee.
7 May peace within thy sacred wal's
A constant guest be found,
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crown'd.
No less than brethren dear,
I'll pray-May peace in Salem's owers
A constant guest appear. 2 Once more, O Lord, deliv'rance send,
9 But most of all I'll seek thy god, From lying lips my soul defend, And from the rage of sland'ring tongues.
And ever wish thee well,
For Sion and the temple's sake, 3 What little profit can accrue,
Where God vouchsafes to dwell.
PSALM CXXIII. $ Thy stiug upon thyself shall turn;
wait my longing eyes; 5 But, O! how wretched is my doom,
As servants wait their masters' hards, Who am a sojourner become
And maids their mistresses' commands. In barren Mesech's desert soi!!
3, 4 O then have mercy on us, Lord; With Kedar's wicked tents enclos'd, Thy gracious aid to us afford; To lawless savages expos’d,
To us, whom cruel foes oppress, Who live on nought but theft and spoil.
Grown rich and proud by our distress. 6 My hapless dwelling is with those
AD not the Lord, may Isra'l say, 7 Sweet peace is all I court and seek; But when to them of peace I speak,
2 Had he not then espous'd our cause, They straight cry out, To arms, to arms.
When men against is rose ;
3, 4, 5 Their wrath had swallow'd us alive, PSALM CXXI.
And ragʻd without control; 0
Their spite and pride's united foods
Had quite o'erwhelm'd our soul. 2 From Sion's hill, and Sion's God
6 But prais'd be our eternal Lord, Who heaven and earth has made.
Who rescu'd us that day, 3 Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,
Nor to their savage jaws gave up
Our threaten'd lives a prey. Thy guardian will not sleep; 4 His watchful care, that Israel guards,
7 Our soul is like a bird escap'd Will Israel's monarch keep.
From out the fowler's net; 5 Shelter'd beneath th' Almighty's wings
The snare is broke, their hopes are cross'd, Thou shalt securely rest,
And we at freedom set. 6 Where neither sun nor moon shall thee
8 Secure in his Almighty name By day or night molest.
Our confidence remains, 17 From common accidents of life
Who, as he made both heaven and earth, His care shall guard thee still;
Of both sole Monarcli reigns. 8 From the blind strokes of chance, and foes
Like Sion's rock shall stand;
By his Almighty hand.
THFmam is blestinat
fears the Lord,
2 Look how the hills on every side
Nor only worship
But keeps his steps confin'd with care 3 The wicked may afflict the just,
To his appointed ways. But ne'er too long oppress,
2 He shall upon the sweet returns Ņor force him by despair to seek
Of his own labour feed; Base means for his redress.
Without dependence live, and see 4 Be good, O righteous God, to those
His wishes all succeed. Who righteous deeds affect;
3 His wife, like a fair fertile vine, The heart that innocence retains,
Her lovely fruit shall bring; Let innocence protect.
His children, like young olive plants, 5 All those who walk in crooked paths, About his table spring. The Lord shall soon destroy,
4 Who fears the Lord shall prosper thus; Cut off th' unjust, but crown the saints
Him Sion's God shall bless, With lasting peace and joy.
5 And grant him all his days to see
Descend with vast increase;
Much bless'd in his own prosp'rous state, Of what we wish'd to see:
And more in Israel's peace. 2 But soon in unaccustom'd mirth,
PSALM CXXIX. We did our voice employ,
FROM my youth up, may Israel say, And sung our great Restorer's praise In thankful hymns of joy.
2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy straits, Our heathen foes repining stood,
But never quite prevaiľa. Yet were compell’d to own
3 They oft have plough'd my patient back That great and wondrous was the work With furrows deep and long; Our God for us had done.
4 But our just God has broke their chains, 3 “'Twas great," say they, “'twas wondrous And rescu'd us from wrong. great;"
5 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout Much more should we confess,
Be still the doom of those, The Lord has done great things, whereof Their righteous doom, who Sion hate, We reap the glad success.
And Sion's God oppose. 4 To us bring back the remnant, Lord, 6 Like corn upon our houses' tops, Of Israel's captive bands,
Untimely let them fade, More welcome than refreshing showers Which too much heat, and want of root, To parch'd and thirsty lands;
Has blasted in the blade : 5 That we, whose work commenc'd in tears, 7 Which in his arms no reaper takes, May see our labours thrive,
But unregarded leaves ; Till finish'd with success, to make
No binder thinks it worth his pains Our drooping hearts revive.
To fold it into sheaves.
Vouchsafes a minute's stop,
Heaven's blessing on the crop-
VROM lowest depths of woe
2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice, The watchman wakes in vain.
And graciously reply. 2 In vain we rise before the day,
3 Should thou severely judge, And late to rest repair,
Who can the trial bear? Allow no respite to our toil,
4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond, And eat the bread of care.
And quite renounce thy fear. Supplies of life, with ease to them,
5 My soul with patience waits He only on his saints bestows;
For thee, the living Lord;
Thy never-failing word. 3 Children, those comforts of our life, 6 My longing eyes look out Are presents from the Lord;
For thy enliv’ning ray, He gives a num'rous race of heirs,
More duly than the morning watch, As piety's reward.
To spy the dawning day. 4 As.arrows in a giant's hand,
7 Let Israel trust in God, When marching forth to war;
No bounds his mercy knows; Ey'n so the sons of sprightly youth,
The plenteous source and spring from whence Their parents safeguard are.
Eternal succour flows; 5 Happy the man whose quiver's filla 8 Whose friendly streams to us With these prevailing arms;
Supplies in want convey; He need not fear to meet his foe,
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, At law or war's alarms,
And wash our guilt away.
TOW vast must their advantage be, Nor cast a scornful eye; Nor my aspiring thoughts employ
Who live like brethren, and consent In things for me too high.
In offices of love! 2 With infant innocence thou know'st 2 True love is like that precious oil, I have myself demean'd;
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head, Compos'd to quiet, like a babe
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes That from the breast is wean'd.
Its costly moisture shed. s Like me let Israel hope in God,
3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does His aid alone implore;
On Hermon's top distil ; Both now and ever trust in him,
Or like the early drops that fall Who lives for evermore.
On Sion's fruitful bill.
4 For Sion is the chosen seat, PSALM CXXXII.
Where the Almighty, King ET David, Lord, a constant place The promis'd blessing has ordain'd, In thy remembrance find;
And life's eternal spring. Let all the sorrows he endur'd
PSALM CXXXIV. Be ever in thy mind.
LESS God, ye servants, that attend 3 Remember what a solemn oath To thee, his Lord, he swore;
That in his temple, night by night, How to the mighty God he vow'd,
With humble rev'rence wait : Whom Jacob's sons adore; 3, 4 I will not go into my house,
2,3 Within his house lift up your hands,
And bless his holy name:
From Sion bless thy Israel, Lord,
Who earth and heaven didst frame. Nor sleep my eye-lids bend; 5 Till for the Lord's design'd abode
And magnify his pame; For Jacob's God have found.
Let all the servants of the Lord 6 Th' appointed place, with shouts of joy, His worthy praise proclaim. At Ephrata we found,
2 Praise him all ye that in his house And made the woods and neighb'ring fields Attend with constant care ; Our glad applause resound.
With those that to his outmost courts ✓ O with due rev’rence let us then
With humble zeal repair. To his abode repair;
3 For this our truest int'rest is, And, prostrate at his foot-stool fall'n,
Glad hymns of praise to sing; Pour out our humble prayer.
And with loud songs to bless his name, 8 Arise, O Lord, and now possess
A most delightful thing. Thy constant place of rest;
4 For God his own peculiar choice Be that, not only with thy ark,
The sons of Jacob makes ; But with thy presence, blest.
And Israel's offspring for his own 9, 10 Clothe thou thy priests with righteous. Most valu'd treasure takes. ness,
5 That God is great, we often have Make thou thy saints rejoice ;
By glad experience found; And, for thy servant David's sake,
And seen how he, with wondrous power, Hear thy anointed's voice.
Above all gods is crown'd. 11 God sware to David in his truth,
6 For he, with unresisted strength, Nor shall his oath be vain,
Performs his sov'reign will, One of thy offspring after thee,
In heaven and earth, and wat’ry stores Upon thy throne shall reign:
That earth's deep caverns fill. 12 And if thy seed my covnant keep, 17 He raises vapours from the ground, And to my laws submit,
Which, pois'd in liquid air, Their children too upon thy throne
Fall down at last in showers, through which For evermore shall sit.
His dreadful lightnings glare. 13, 14 For Sion does, in God's esteem, 8 He from his store-house brings the winds ; All other seats excel;
And he, with vengeful hand, His place of everlasting rest,
The first-born slew of man and beast, Where he desires to dwell.
Throngh Egypt's mourning land. 15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase, 9 He dreadful signs and wonders show'd, Her poor with plenty bless;
Through stubborn Egypt's coasts ; Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests Nor Pharach could his plagues escape, My saving health confess.
Nor all his num'rous hosts. 17 There David's power shall long remain 10, 11 'Twas he that various nations smote, In his successive line,
And mighty kings suppress’d; And my anointed servant there
Sihon and Og, and all besides, Shall with fresh lustre sline.
Who Canaan's land possess'd. 18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes
12, 13 Their land upon his chosen race Confusion shall o’erspread;
He firmly did entail;
His praise shall never fail,
14 For God shall soon his people's cause 116, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild With pitying eyes survey;
He led the chosen seed; Repent him of his wrath, and turn
And famous princes foild, His kindled rage away:
And made great monarchs bleed: 15 Those idols, whose false worship spreads For God, &c. O'er all the heathen lands,
19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand Are made of silver and of gold,
Great Ammon's sceptre sway'd; The work of human hands.
And Og, whose stern command 16, 17 They move not their fictitious tongues, Rich Bashan's land obey'd: Nor see with polish'd eyes;
For God, &c. Their counterfeited ears are deaf,
21, 22 And, of his wondrous grace, No breath their mouth supplies.
Their lands whom he destroy'd, 18 As senseless as themselves are they He gave to Israel's race, That all their skill apply
To be by them enjoy'd : To make them, or in dangʻrous times
For God, &c. On them for aid rely.
23, 24 He, in our depth of woes, 19 Their just returns of thanks to God On us with favour thought, Let grateful Israel pay;
And from our cruel foes Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
In peace and safety brought: To bless the Lord delay.
For God, &c. 20 Their sense of his unbounded love 25, 26 He does the food supply, Let Levi's house express;
On which all creatures live: And let all those who fear the Lord,
To God, who reigns on high, His name for ever bless.
Eternal praises give: 21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works
For God will prove In Sion's courts proclaim ;
Our constant friend, Let them in Salem, where he dwells,
His boundless love
Shall never end.
THEN we, our weary limbs to rest, To him due praise afford,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, As good as he is great:
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest, For God does prove
And Sion was our mournful theme. Our constant friend,
2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, His boundless love
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, Shall never end.
With silent strings neglected hung 2, 3 To him, whose wondrous power
On willow trees, that wither'd there. All other gods obey,
3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd Whom earthly kings adore,
To triumph in our slavish wrongs, This grateful homage pay:
Music and mirth of us requir'd, For God, &c.
“ Come, sing us one of Sion's songs." 4, 5 By his Almighty hand
4 How shall we tune our voice to sing, Amazing works are wrought:
Or touch our harps with skilful hands? The heavens by his command
Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, Were to perfection brought:
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands? For God, &c.
5 O Salem, our once happy seat! 6 He spread the ocean round
When I of thee forgetful prove, About the spacious land;
Let then my trembling hand forget And made the rising ground
The speaking strings with art to move! Above the waters stand:
6 If I to mention thee forbear, For God, &c.
Eternal silence seize my tongue; 7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display Or if I sing one cheerful air, His num'rous hosts of light;
Till thy deliv'rance is my song: The sun to rule by day,
7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race, The moon and stars by night:
In thy own city's fatal day, For God, &c.
Cry'd out, “ Her stately walls deface, 10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead « And with the ground quite level lay.” Of Egypt's stubborn land;
8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be And thence his people led
Of grief and woe the wretched prey ;
Bless'd is the man who shall to thee
The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay. 13, 14 By him the raging sea,
19 Thrice bless'd, who, with just rage possest, As if in pieces rent,
And deaf to all the parents' moans, Disclos'd a middle way,
Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, Through which his people went:
And dash their heads against the stones. For God, &c. 15 Where soon he overthrew
TITH my whole heart, my God and King,
W'Thymate le will prockim; Were in the billows lost:
Before the Gods with joy I'll sing, For God, &c.
And bless thy holy name.