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Since God a refuge is for those
Should loudly echo through the land.
17 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
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,
2 'Tis he, whose every thought and deed
4 Who vice, in all its pomp and power,
5 Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,
Whom no rewards can ever bribe
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,
Shall be my chief delight.
4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd,
5 My lot is fall'n in that blest land
6 In nature's most delightful scene
My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
To my just plea and sad complaint,
And to my prayer, as 'tis unfeign'd,
2 As in thy sight I am approv'd,
And with impartial eyes, O Lord,
3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, And visited by night;
And, on the strictest trial, found
Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone
For I have purpos'd that my tongue
4 I know what wicked men would do, Their safety to maintain;
But me thy just and mild commands
O guide me in thy righteous ways,
7 The wonders of thy truth and love
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy
From their oppressor's rage.
8, 9 0! keep me in thy tend'rest care;
10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd
And with a proud blaspheming mouth, 19 He left the beauteous realms of light,
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,
14 From wordly men, thy sharpest scourge,
Whose portion's here below;
No other bliss to know.
15 Their race is num'rous, that partake
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
They who for mercy merit praise,
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
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;
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.
3 Their pow'rful language to no realm
"Tis nature's voice, and understood
4 Their doctrine does its sacred senseTM
5 No bridegroom on his nuptial day
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;
8 The statutes of the Lord are just,
9 His perfect worship here is fix'd,
11 My trusty counsellors they are,
Divine rewards attend on those
Who by thy precepts live.
12 But what frail man observes how oft
O cleanse me from my secret faults,
My strength and Saviour, rest.
HE Lord to thy request attend,
4 To compass thy own heart's desire,
5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
With banners in thy name display'd;
6 Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord
7 Some trust in steeds for war design'd;
Behold them through the plain,
TShall in thy strength rejoice;
2 For thou, whate'er his lips request,
But hast, with thy acceptance, blest
3 Thy goodness and thy tender care
A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear,
4 He pray'd for life; and thou, O Lord,
And graciously to him afford
A life that ne'er shall end.
5 Thy sure defence through nations
Has spread his glorious name;
6 Eternal blessings thou bestow'st,
7 Because the king on God alone
His mercy still supports his throne,
8. But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
9 When thou against them dost engage,
But root out all their guilty race,
And to their seed extend.
11 For all their thoughts were set on ill,
But thou with watchful care didst still
12 While they their swift retreat shall
To 'scape thy dreadful might,
13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength My heart dissolves within my breast,
And thus exalt thy fame;
My God, my God, why leav'st thou me
When I with anguish faint?
3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge
But made the rabble's mirth.
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's
A living offspring bear;
10 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield
My helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God, and guide,
11 Withdraw not then so far from me,
O send me help! thy help, on which
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;
16 Like blood-bounds, to surround me
* In pack'd assemblies meet:
Yet such a spectacle of woe
18 As spoil, my garments they divide,
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
21 To save me from the lion's jaws,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise
24 He ne'er disdain'd on low distress
Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
25 Thus, in thy sacred courts, will I
26 The meek companions of my grief
27 Then shall the glad converted world
And scatter'd nations of the earth
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,'
The sons of want, by him relier'd