Since God a refuge is for those
Whom his just eyes with favour view.
7 Would he his saving power employ
To break his people's servile band,
Then shouts of universal joy

Should loudly echo through the land.


17 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light;
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night.
8 I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

ORD, who's the happy man that may 9 Therefore my heart all grief defies,

To thy best courts repair,

Not stranger-like, to visit them,
But to inhabit there?

2 'Tis he, whose every thought and deed
By rules of virtue moves;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves.
3 Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbour's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,
By malice whisper'd round."

4 Who vice, in all its pomp and power,
Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though cloth'd in rags,
Religiously respect.

5 Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood;

And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.
6 Whose soul in usury disdains
His treasure to employ;

Whom no rewards can ever bribe
The guiltless to destroy.

7 The man, who by his steady course Has happiness insur'd,

When earth's foundation shakes, shall


By providence secur'd.


PROTECT me from my cruel foes,

And shield me, Lord, from harm; Because my trust I still repose On thy almighty arm.

2 My soul all help but thine does slight, All gods but thee disown; Yet can no deeds of mine requite

The goodness thou hast shown.

3 But those that strictly virtuous are,
And love the thing that's right,
To favour always, and prefer,

Shall be my chief delight.

4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd,
Who other gods adore!
Their bloody off'rings I detest,
Their very names abhor.

5 My lot is fall'n in that blest land
Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand,
'Tis he supports my throne.

6 In nature's most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies.

My glory does rejoice;

My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.
10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.

11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
Which to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.


To my just plea and sad complaint,
Attend, O righteous Lord;

And to my prayer, as 'tis unfeign'd,
A gracious ear afford.

2 As in thy sight I am approv'd,
So let my 'sentence be;

And with impartial eyes, O Lord,
My upright dealing see.

3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, And visited by night;

And, on the strictest trial, found
Its secret motions right.

Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone
My heart's designs acquit;

For I have purpos'd that my tongue
Shall no offence commit.

4 I know what wicked men would do, Their safety to maintain;

But me thy just and mild commands
From bloody paths restrain.
5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs,
My innocence secure,

O guide me in thy righteous ways,
And make my footsteps sure.
6 Since, heretofore, I ne'er in vain
To thee my prayer address'd;
O! now, my God, incline thine ear
To this my just request.

7 The wonders of thy truth and love
In my defence engage;

Thou, whose right hand preserves thy


From their oppressor's rage.


8, 9 0! keep me in thy tend'rest care;
Thy shelt'ring wings stretch out,
To guard me safe from savage foes,
That compass me about:

10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd
In their own fat they lie;

And with a proud blaspheming mouth, 19 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Both God and man defy.
Whilst heaven bow'd down its awful

11 Well may now

ay boast, for they have

My paths encompass'u round; Their eyes at watch, their bodies bow'd, And couching on the ground; 12 In posture of a lion set, When greedy of his prey; Or a young lion, when he lurks

Within a covert way.

13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots,
Their swelling rage control;
From wicked men, who are thy sword,
Deliver thou my soul:

14 From wordly men, thy sharpest scourge,

Whose portion's here below;
Who, fill'd with earth y stores, aspire

No other bliss to know.

15 Their race is num'rous, that partake
Their substance while they live;
Their heirs survive, to whom they may
The vast remainder give.
16 But I, in uprightness, thy face
Shall view without control;
And, waking, shall its image find
Reflected in my soul.



TO change of time shail ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been my rock, A fortress and defence to me. Thou, my deliv'rer art, my God;

My trust is in thy mighty power; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home iny safeguard and my tower. 3 To thee I will address my prayer, To whom all praise we justly owe; So shall 1, by thy watchful care,

Be guarded from my treach'rous foe. 4, 5 By floods of wicked men distress'd, With seas of sorrow compass'd round, With dire infernal pangs oppress'd,

In death's unwieldy fetters bound; 6 To heaven I made my mournful prayer,

To God address'd my humble moan; Who graciously inclined his ear, And heard me from his lofty throne. PART II.

7 When God arose my part to take, The conscious earth was struck with fear;

The hills did at his presence shake, Nor could his dreadful fury bear. 8 Thick clouds of smoke dispers'd


Ensigns of wrath before him came; Devouring fire around him glow'd,

That coals were kindled at its flame.

Beneath his feet substantial night Was like a sable carpet spread. 10 The chariot of the King of kings, Which active troops of angels drew, On a strong tempest's rapid wings, With most amazing swiftness flew. 11, 12 Black watery mists and clouds conspir'd,

With thickest shades his face to veil; But at his brightness soon retir'd,

And fell in showers of fire and hail. 13 Through heaven's wide arch a thun d'ring peal

God's angry voice did loudly roar; While earth's sad face with heaps of hail And flakes of fire was cover'd o'er. 14 His sharpen'd arrows round he threw, Which made his scatter'd foes retreat; Like darts his nimble lightnings flew, And quickly finish'd their defeat. 15 The deep its secret stores disclos'd, The world's foundation naked lay; By his avenging wrath expos'd, Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful day. PART III.

16 The Lord did on my side engage; From heaven, his throne, my cause upheld;

And snatch'd me from the furious rage Of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell'd.

17 God his resistless power employ'd

My strongest foes' attempts to break; Who else with ease had soon destroy'd

The weak defence that I could make. 18 Their subtle rage had near prevail'd, When I distress'd and friendless lay; But still, when other succours fail'd,

God was my firm support and stay. 19 From dangers that enclos'd me round, He brought me forth and set me free; For some just cause his goodness found, That mov'd him to delight in me. 20 Because in me no guilt remains,

God does his gracious help extend; My hands are free from bloody stains;

Therefore the Lord is still my friend. 21, 22 For I his judgments keep in sight, In his just paths I always trod;

I never did his statutes slight,

Nor loosely wander'd from my God. 23, 24 But still my soul, sincere and

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They who for mercy merit praise,

With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
Thou to the just shalt justice show;
The pure thy purity shall see:
Such as perversely choose to go,

Shall meet with due returns from thee., 27, 28 That he the humble soul will save,

142 Like flying dust, which winds pursue, Their broken troops I scatter'd round; Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw, Like loathsome dirt, that clogs the ground.


And crush the haughty's boasted 43 Our factious tribes, at strife till now,


In me the Lord an instance gave,

Whose darkness he has turn'd to light. 29 On his firm succour I rely'd,

And did o'er num'rous foes prevail; Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side, The best defended walls to scale. 30 For God's design shall still succeed, His word will bear the utmost test; He's a strong shield to all that need,

And on his sure protection rest. 31 Who then deserves to be ador'd,

But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,

Can with resistless power defend?

62, 33 'Tis God that girds my armour on, And all my just designs fulfils; Through him my feet can swiftly run, And nimbly climb the steepest hills. 64 Lessons of war from him I take,

And manly weapons learn to wield; Strong bows of steel with ease I break, Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 65 The buckler of his saving health

Protects me from assaulting foes; His hand sustains me still; my wealth And greatness from his bounty flows. 36 My goings he enlarged abroad,

Till then to narrow paths confined; And, when in slipp'ry ways I trod,

The method of my steps design'd. 67 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat, And flying squadrons captive take; Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,

Till I a final conquest make. 38 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try Their vanquish'd heads again to rear; Spite of their boasted strength, they lie Beneath my feet, and grovel there. 39 God, when fresh armies take the field, Recruits my strength, my courage


He makes my strong opposers yield,

Subdu'd by my prevailing arms. 40 Through him the necks of prostrate foes

My conq'ring feet in triumph press; Aided by him, I root out those

Who hate and envy my success. 41 With loud complaints all friends they try'd;

But none was able to defend;
At length to God for help they cry'd;
Bat God would no assistance lend.

By God's appointment me obey; The heathen to my sceptre bow,

And foreign nations own my sway. 44 Remotest realms their homage sena," When my successful name they hear; Strangers for my commands attend, Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 45 All to my summons tamely yield, Or soon in battle are dismay'd; For stronger holds they quit the field, And still in strongest holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,

The rock on whose defence I rest! To highest heavens his name be rais'd, Who me with his salvation blest!

47 'Tis God that still supports my right His just revenge my foes pursues; 'Tis he, that, with resistless might,

Fierce nations to my yoke subdues. 48 My universal safeguard he!

From whom my lasting honours flow; He made me great, and set me free

From my remorseless bloody foe. 49 Therefore, to celebrate his fame, My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise And nations, strangers to his name,

Shall thus be taught to sing his praise 50 God to his king deliv'rance sends; Shows his anointed signal grace; 'His mercy evermore extends 'To David and his promised race.' PSALM XIX.

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3 Their pow'rful language to no realm
Or region is confin'd;

"Tis nature's voice, and understood
Alike by all mankind.

4 Their doctrine does its sacred senseTM
Through earth's extent display;
Whose bright contents the circling sun
Does round the world convey.

5 No bridegroom on his nuptial day
Has such a cheerful face;
No giant does like him rejoice

To run his glorious race.

6 From east to west, from west to east, His restless course he goes;

And, through his progress, cheerful light 18 But from their steeds and chariots And vital warmth bestows.


7 God's perfect law converts the soul;
Reclaims from false desires;
With sacred wisdom his sure word
The ignorant inspires.

8 The statutes of the Lord are just,
And bring sincere delight;
His pure commands in search of truth
Assist the feeblest sight.

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9 His perfect worship here is fix'd,
On sure foundations laid;
His equal laws are in the scales
Of truth and justice weigh'd;
10 Of more esteem than golden mines,
Or gold refined with skill;
More sweet than honey, or the drops
That from the comb distil.

11 My trusty counsellors they are,
And friendly warnings give;

Divine rewards attend on those

Who by thy precepts live.

12 But what frail man observes how oft
He does from virtue fall?

O cleanse me from my secret faults,
Thou God that know'st them all?
13 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord,
Dominion have o'er me;
That, by thy grace preserv'd, I may
The great transgression flee.
14 So shall my prayer and praises be
With thy acceptance blest;
And I secure on thy defence,

My strength and Saviour, rest.



HE Lord to thy request attend,
And hear thee in distress;
The name of Jacob's God defend,
And grant thy arms success:
2 To aid thee from on high repair,
And strength from Sion give;
3 Remember all thy off'rings there,
Thy sacrifice receive:

4 To compass thy own heart's desire,
Thy counsels still direct;
Make kindly all events conspire
To bring them to effect.

5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
We cheerfully repair,

With banners in thy name display'd;
'The Lord accept thy prayer.'

6 Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord
Our sov'reign will defend;
From heaven resistless aid afford,
And to his prayer attend.

7 Some trust in steeds for war design'd;
On chariots some rely;
Against them all we'll call to mind
The power of God most high.


Behold them through the plain,
Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down,
Whilst firm our troops remain.
9 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed
Our rightful cause to bless;"
Hear, King of heaven, in times of need,
The prayers that we address.


TShall in thy strength rejoice;
HE king, O Lord, with songs of praise
With thy salvation crown'd, shall raise
To heaven his cheerful voice.

2 For thou, whate'er his lips request,
Not only dost impart;

But hast, with thy acceptance, blest
The wishes of his heart.

3 Thy goodness and thy tender care
Have all his hopes outgone;

A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear,
And sett'st it firmly on.

4 He pray'd for life; and thou, O Lord,
Did'st to his prayer attend,

And graciously to him afford

A life that ne'er shall end.

5 Thy sure defence through nations

Has spread his glorious name;
And his successful actions crown'd
With majesty and fame.

6 Eternal blessings thou bestow'st,
And mak'st his joys increase;
Whilst thou to him unclouded show'st
The brightness of thy face.


7 Because the king on God alone
For timely aid relies;

His mercy still supports his throne,
And all his wants supplies.

8. But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy heavy hand;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
That hate thy mild command.

9 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a glowing oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume.
10 Nor shall thy furions anger cease,
Or with their ruin end;

But root out all their guilty race,

And to their seed extend.

11 For all their thoughts were set on ill,
Their hearts on malice bent;

But thou with watchful care didst still
The ill effects prevent.

12 While they their swift retreat shall


To 'scape thy dreadful might,
Thy swifter arrows shall o'ertake,
And gall the in their flight.

13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength My heart dissolves within my breast,


And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
To thy Almighty name.


My God, my God, why leav'st thou me

When I with anguish faint?
O! why so far from me remov'd,
And from my loud complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard,
To thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.

3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge
Of innocence oppress'd;
And therefore Israel's praises are
Of right to thee address'd.
45 On thee our ancestors rely'd,
And thy deliv'rance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,
And with success were crown'd.
G But I am treated like a worm;
Like none of human birth;
Not only by the great revil'd,

But made the rabble's mirth.
7 With laughter all the gazing crowd
My agonies survey;

They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
And thus deriding say:
8In God he trusted, boasting oft
'That he was heaven's delight;
'Let God come down to save him now,
And own his favourite."


9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's


A living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast,
I was thy early care.

10 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield
from wrongs

My helpless infant days;

And since hast been my God, and guide,
Through life's bewilder'd ways.

11 Withdraw not then so far from me,
When trouble is so nigh;

O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.

12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning

From Basan's forest met,

With strength proportion'd to their


Have me around beset.

Like wax before the flame. 15 My strength, like potter's earth, u


My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death'
My fainting soul withdraws.

16 Like blood-bounds, to surround me

* In pack'd assemblies meet:
They pierc'd my inoffensive hands;
They pierc'd my harmless feet.
17 My body's rack'd, till all my bones
Distinctly may be told;

Yet such a spectacle of woe
As pastime they behold.

18 As spoil, my garments they divide,
Lots for my vesture cast;

19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,

And to my succour haste.

20 From their sharp swords protect thos me,

Of all but life bereft;

Nor let my darling in the power
Of cruel dogs be left.

21 To save me from the lion's jaws,
Thy present succour send;
As once, from goring unicorns,
Thou didst my life defend.
22 Then to my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of thy name;
In presence of assembled saints
Thy glory thus proclaim:
23 Ye worshippers of Jacob's God,
All you of Israel's line,

O praise the Lord, and to your praise
'Sincere obedience join.

24 He ne'er disdain'd on low distress
To cast a gracious eye;

Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
'But hears its humble cry.?

25 Thus, in thy sacred courts, will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.

26 The meek companions of my grief
Shall find my table spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

27 Then shall the glad converted world
To God their homage pay;

And scatter'd nations of the earth
One sov'reign Lord obey.

13 They gape on me, and every mouth 23 'Tis his supreme prerogative

A yawning grave appears;

The desert lion's savage roar

Less dreadful is than theirs.

14 My blood like water's spill'd,


Are rack'd and out of framer


O'er subject kings to reign;

'Tis just that he should rule the world, Who does the world sustain.

29 The rich, who are with plenty fed,'
His bounty must confess;

The sons of want, by him relier'd
Their gen'rous Patron bless

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