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3 Thou didst my steps direct,
When my grieved soul despair'd;
They had their traps prepard. 4 I look’d, but found no friend
To own me in distress ;
His pity or redress.
Thou, Lord, my refuge art,
Till life itself depart.
To thee I make my moan ;
For me too pow'rful grown. ✓ That I may praise thy Name,
My soul from prison bring ;
Thy wonted audience lend ;
A gracious answer send.
Thy servant to be try'd ;
Can e'er be justified.
Whose comforts all are fled ;
As mansions of the dead.
And sinks within my breast;
With heavy woes opprest. 5 I call to mind the days of old,
And wonders thou hast wrought ;
Employ my musing thought.
I fervently stretch out;
Like land oppress'd with drought.
7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails a
Thy face no longer hide,
That in the grave reside.
Whose trust on thee depends ;
My soul to thee ascends.
Preserve and set me free;
My soul implores from thee.
Instruct me to obey ;
My soul in thy right way.
Revive my drooping heart ;
Thy promis'd aid impart. 12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,
Reduce my foes to shame ;
Who does his needful aid impart,
To wield my arms with warlike art. 2 His goodness is my fort and tower,
My strong deliv'rance, and my shield;
Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st love
Of him such tender care to take ?
Such great account of him to make ?
His thoughts bur empty are and vain,
Of whose short stay no signs remain. 5 In solemn state, () God, descend,
Whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines;
of thy approach the awful signs.
6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round,
And make thy scatter'd foes retreat ;
And their destruction soon complete. 7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage
Thy boundless pow'r my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage
Of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell.
Who utter speeches false and vain ;
Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to thee, O King of kings,
In new-made hymns my voice shall raise. And instruments of many strings
Shall help thee thus to sing thy praise : 10 “ God does to kings bis aid afford,
“ To them his sure salvation sends ;
“ His servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,
Who utter speeches false and vain
Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain.. 12 Then our young sons like trees shall grow,
Well planted in some fruitful place;
Design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners, fill'd with various store,
Shall us and ours with plenty feed;
Shall thousands and ten thousands breech 14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow,
Nor in their constant labour faint ;
And in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case,
Whose various blessings thus abound;
PSALM CXLV. 1 CHEE I wilt bless, my God and Kings
Thy endless praise proclaim;
And ever bless thy Name.
3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art greats
And highly to be prais'd ;
Above our knowledge rais'd.
To future time extends ;
And wondrous works express,
And thy great pow'r confess.
They shall with joy proclaim;
Shall be the constant theme.
His pity still supplies ;
His willing mercy flies.
To all thy works exprest;
Is by thy servants blest.
Shall of thy kingdoms speak;
Their lofty subject make.
Shall thus to all be known ;
With public splendour shown.
Shall stand for ever fast;
And makes the prostrate rise ;
Who timely food supplies.
With open hand he gives;
Of ey'ry thing that lives.
17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways !
For his assistance prays !
Who him with fear adore ;
When they his aid implore.
Whom grateful love employs ;
With furious rage destroys.
Shall still advance his fame;
PSALM CXLVI. 1, 2 PRAISE the Lord, and thou my soul,
For ever bless his Name;
My constant praise shall claim.
Let none for aid rely ;
Nor timely help apply.
And there neglected lie ;
Together with them die.
For his protector takes ;
His constant refuge makes. 6 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,
And all that they contain,
Nor make his promise vain.
Are eas'd by his decree ;
And sets the pris'ners free.
The weak and fall'n he rears;