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PSALMS OF DAVID, IN METRE.
HBy ill advice to walk,
TOW blest is he, who ne'er consents
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
2 But makes the perfect law of God
3 Like some fair tree, which fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
4 Ungodly men, and their attempts,
5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked
Before their Judge's face:
No formal hypocrite shall then
W Why do the heathen storm?
WITH restless and ungovern'd rage,
Why in such rash attempts engage,
2 The great in council and in might
3 Must we submit to their commands?"
4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high, And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy, And mocks their vain design. 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine break
On his rebellious foes;
And thus will he in thunder speak
6 Though madly you dispute my will, The King that I ordain, "Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, Shall there securely reign.' 7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare God's uncontroll'd decree :
"Thou art my Son; this day, my heir, 'Have I begotten thee.
8 Ask, and receive thy full demands; 'Thine shall the heathen be;
'The utmost limits of the lands 'Shall be possess'd by thee.
9 Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake,
'And crush them every where ; As massy bars of iron break
The potter's brittle ware.'
10 Learn then, ye princes; and give er, Ye judges of the earth;
11 Worship the Lord with holy fear;
12 Appease the Son with due respect,
13 If but in part his anger rise,
Who can endure the flame? Then blest are they, whose hope relies On his most holy name.
TOW many, Lord, of late are grown The troublers of my peace! And as their numbers hourly rise,
So does their rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my soul upbraid, And him whom I adore; 'The God in whom he trusts,' say they, 'Shall rescue him no more.'
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence;
4 Since whensoe'er, in like distress,
My courage shall confound,
7 Arise, and save me, O my God,
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
LORD, thou art my righteous Judge.
8 Consider that the righteous man
6 While worldly minds impatient grow
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.
7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, More lasting and more true
Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my secret prayer;
2 To thee alone, my King, my God,
S Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
To thee devoutly pray.
4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain
All such as act unrighteous things
6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth,
7 But when thy boundless grace shall me
On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
13 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit;
Their throat is a devouring grave;
For they against thy righteous laws
11 But let all those who trust in thee,
12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord
THY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, And spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Too heavy to be borne.
2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint Unable to endure
The anguish of my aching bones,
Which thou alone canst cure.
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
5 For after death no more can I
6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint,
No hope of ease I see;
The night, that quiets common griefs,
7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,
8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs
9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble prayer;
And they that wish my fall,
Shall blush and rage to see that God
my God, since I have plac❜ó
8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, My trust alone in thee,
For watchful is my foe;
Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way From all my persecutors' rage
Wherein I ought to go.
2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, 12 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Lord, interpose thy power;
Let them to earth tread down my life,
6 Arise, and let thime anger, Lord,
7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds
Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume
8 Impartial judge of all the world,
So let thy sentence be.
9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
But guard the just, thou God, to whom
Who from his laws depart.
12 If they persist, he whets his sword, His bow stands ready bent;
13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd,
His pointed shafts are sent.
14 The plots are fruitless which my foe Unjustly did conceive;
15 The pit he digg'd for me,
Which he design'd for me.
17 Therefore will I the righteous ways Of providence proclaim;
I'll sing the praise of God most high, And celebrate his name.
THOU, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art
How glorious is thy name!
Thy boundless praise declare. Through thee the weak confound the strong,
And crush their haughty foes; And so thou quell'st the wicked throng That thee and thine oppose.
3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wond'ring sight;
4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st
To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create
6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state,
7 They jointly own his powerful sway;
8 The bird that wings its airy way; The fish that cuts the seas.
19 0 Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare; To all the list'ning world, thy works, Thy wondrous works declare. 2 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleas res bring;
Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High,
3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn
4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,
Thou didst my cause maintain; My right asserting from thy throne, Where truth and justice reign. 5 The insolence of heathen pride Thou hast reduc'd to shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd And blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats Are to a period come;
Our city stands, which you design'd
To make our common tomb.
In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung, 9 God is a constant suro defence
Nor fully reckon'd there;
Against oppressing rage;
12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me,
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,
Nor nation, from his just revenge,
18 His suff" ring saints, when most distress'd,
He ne'er forgets to aid;
19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy power,
20 Strike terror through the nations round,
Till, by consenting fear,
They to each other, and themselves,
And sordid wretches, whom God hates,
4 To own a power above themselves,
6 They fondly think their prosp❜rous
Shall unmolested be;
They think their vain designs shall thrive,
From all misfortunes free.
7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, With curses fill'd, and lies;
By which the mischief of their heart They study to disguise.
8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, And all their art employ,
The innocent and poor at once
9 Not lions, couching in their dens,
10 Sometimes they act the harmless man,
18 Thou, in thy righteous judgment 7 The promise of his aiding grace
The fatherless and poor;
That so the tyrants of the earth
May persecute no more.
Shall reach its purpos'd end;
His servants from this faithless race
He ever shall defend.
8 Then shall the wicked be perplex'd, Nor know which way to fly;
SINCE I have plac'd my trust in God, When those whom they despis'd and
A refuge always nigh,
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
And ready fix their dart,
Lurking in ambush to destroy
The men of upright heart."
Shall be advanc'd on high.
How long wilt thou withdraw from me, Oh! never to return?
3 When once the firm assurance fails, 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my
Which public faith imparts,
'Tis time for innocence to fly
From such deceitful arts.
4 The Lord hath both a temple here,
Where he surveys the sons of men,
5 If God the righteous, whom he loves, For trial does correct,
What must the sons of violence,
Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their
Shall in one tempest shower; This dreadful mixture his revenge Into their cup shall pour.
7 The righteous Lord will righteous
One just and faithful friend.
2 One neighbour now can scarce believe
3 But lips that with deceit abound
3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes Restore thy wonted light,
And suddenly, or I shall sleep
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast 'Twas their own strength o'ercame; Permit not them that vex my soul
To triumph in my shame.
5 Since I have always placed my trust Beneath thy mercy's wing,
Thy saving health will come; and then My heart with joy shall spring. 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspired,
To thee, my God, ascend, Who to thy servant in distress Such bounty didst extend.
SRE wicked fools must need suppose
And all the sons of men did view,
The proud blaspheming tongue. 4 In vain those foolish boasters say, 'Our tongues are sure our own; With doubtful words we'll still betray, And be controll'd by none.'
5 For God, who hears the suff'ring poor,
6 The word of God shall still abide,
As is the silver, seven times try'd,
Be all so dull and senseless grown, That they, like bread, my people eat,
And God's almighty power disown? 5 How will they tremble then for fear, When his just wrath shall them o'ertake?
For to the righteous God is near,
And never will their cause forsake. 6 Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose Those methods which the good purse;