PSALM XLIII.

JUST Judge of heav'n, againft my foes
fet me free, my God, from those
2 Since thou art ftill my only stay,
Why go I mourning all the day,

3 Let me with light and truth be bleft,
Till on thy holy hill I reft,

4 Then will I there fresh altars raise

do thou affert my injur'd right;
that in deceit and wrong delight.
why leav'ft thou me in deep diftrefs?
whilst me infulting fões oppress?
be thefe my guides, and lead the way,
and in thy facred temple pray.
to God, who is my only joy;

And well-tun'd harps, with fongs of praise, shall all my grateful hours employ. 5 Why then caft down, my foul? and why so much oppreft with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely, who will thy ruin'd state repair.

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Lord, our fathers oft have told

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in our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd, and elder times than theirs: 2 How thou, to plant them here, didft drive the heathen from this land; Difpeopled by repeated ftrokes

3 For, not their courage, nor their fword,
Nor ftrength, that from unequal force
But thy right hand and pow'rful arm,
Thy prefence with the chofen race,
4 As thee their God our fathers own'd,
O therefore, as thou didft to them,
5 Through thy victorious Name our arms
And crush them with repeated ftrokes,
6 I'll neither truft my bow nor fword,
7 But thee, who haft our foes fubdu'd,
8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
In God we will rejoice all day,

of thy avenging hand.

to them poffeffion gave;
their fainting troops could fave:
whofe fuccour they implor'd;
who thy great Name ador'd.
thou art our fov'reign King;
to us deliv'rance bring.
the proudeft foes fhall quell,
as oft as they rebel.
when I in fight engage;
and fham'd their fpiteful rage.
from whom the conqueft came;
and ever bless his Name.

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moft shamefully we yield;
our armies to the field.
we turn our backs in fight;
who bear us ancient fpite.
into their butch'ring hands;
difpers'd through heathen lands.
and fet their price fo low,
but their difgrace might grow.
the heathen's byword grown,
and mocking geftures fhown.
in confcious thame I hide,

9 But thou haft caft us off, and now
For thou no more vouchfaf'ft to lead
JO Since when, to ev'ry upftart foe
And with our fpoil their malice feast,
II To flaughter doom'd, we fall like sheep
Or (what's more wretched yet) furvive,
12 Thy people thou haft fold for flaves,
That not thy treasure by the sale,
13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round,
Whofe fcorn of us is both in fpeech
15 Confufion ftrikes me blind, my face
16 While we are fcoff'd, and God blafphem'd, by their licentious pride.

The Third Part.

17 On us this heap of woes is fall'n,

all this we have endur'd; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy Name, or faith to thee abjur'd. 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept our hearts and steps with care; 19 Though thou haft broken all our strength, and we almost despair.

20 Could we, forgetting thy great Name, 21 And not the Searcher of all hearts

on other gods rely,
the treach'rous crime defcry?

22 Thou feeft what fuff'rings for thy fake we every day sustain;

All flaughter'd, or referv'd like sheep

23 Awake, arife; let feeming sleep
Nor let us, Lord, who fue to thee,
24 O wherefore hideft thou thy face,
25 Whofe fouls and bodies fink to earth,
26 Arife, O Lord, and timely hafte
Redeem us, Lord,--if not for ours,

appointed to be flain.

no longer thee detain;
for ever fue in vain.
from our afflicted state?

with grief's oppreffive weight.
to our deliv'rance make;
yet for thy mercy's fake.

WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, indited by my heart,
My tongue is like the pen of him

2 How matchlefs is thy form, O King!
Because fresh bleffings God on thee

3 Gird on thy fword, moft mighty prince;
With glorious ornaments of pow'r
4 Ride on in itate, and itill protect
Whilft thy right hand with fwift revenge
5 How fharp thy weapons are to them,
Down, down they fall, while through their
6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd
Thy fceptre's fway thall always laft,
7 Because thy heart, by juftice led,
And hated ftill the crooked paths
'Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
And hath, above thy fellows round,
8 With caffia, aloes, and myrrh,
Which, from the ftately wardrobe brought,
9 Among the honourable train
The queen was plac'd at thy right hand

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10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
Forget thy native country now,
II So fhall thy beauty charm the King;
For he is now become thy Lord;

12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,
And all the wealthy nations fue

that writes with ready art.
thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
eternally beftows.

and, clad in rich array,
majeftic pomp display.
the meek, the juft, and true
does all thy foes pursue.
that dare thy pow'r despise!
heart the feather'd arrow flies.
for ever to endure;

by righteous laws fecure.
did upright ways approve,
where wand'ring finners rove:
the oil of gladness thed;
advanc'd thy lofty head.
thy royal robes abound;
fpread grateful odours round.
did princely virgins wait;
in golden robes of state.

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and to my words attend
and ev'ry former friend.
nor fhall his love decay:
to him due rev'rence pay.
shall humble prefents make;
thy favour to partake.

13 The King's fair daughter's beauteous foul all inward graces fill; Her raiment is of pureft gold,

14 She, in her nuptial garments dreft, Attended by her virgin train,

15 With all the ftate of folemn joy Till with wide gates the royal court 16 Thou, in thy royal father's room,

adorn'd with coftly kill.

with needles richly wrought,
fhall to the King be brought.
the triumph moves along,
receives the pompous throng.
muft princely fons expect;

Whom thou to diff'rent realms may' fend to govern and protect.

17 Whilt this my fong to future times

tranfmits thy glorious Name;

And makes the world, with one confent, thy latting praife proclaim.

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OD is our refuge in diftrefs,

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a prefent help when dangers press; In him undaunted we'll confide:

2, 3 Though earth were from her centre toft, and mountains in the ocean loft, Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.

4 A gentler ftream with gladness still the city of our Lord fhall fill,

The royal feat of God mott high:

5 God dwells in Sion, whofe fair tow'rs fhall mock th' affaults of earthly pow'rs, While his almighty aid is nigh.

6 In tumults when the heathen rag'd, and kingdoms war againft us wag'd, He thunder'd, and difpers'd their pow'rs:

7 The Lord of hofts conducts our arms, our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God and ours.

Come fee the wonders he hath wrought, on earth what defolation brought; How he has calm'd the jarring world:

9 He broke the warlike fpear and bow; with them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl'd.

10 Submit to God's almighty fway,

for him the heather fhall obey, And earth her fov'reign Lord confefs:

II The God of hofts conducts our arms, our tow'r of refuge in alarins,

As to our fathers in diftrefs.

PSALM XLVII.

,2 All ye people, clap your hands,

and with triumphant voices fing;

No force the mighty power withftands of God, the univerfal King.

3, 4. He fhall oppofing nations quell, Shall fix the place where we must dwell,

and with fuccefs our battles fight; the pride of Jacob, his delight.

5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, with fhouts of joy and trumpet's found; To him repeated praifes fing, and let the cheerful fong go round. 7, 8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, for him, who all the world coinmands; Who fits upon his righteous throne, and spreads his fway o'er heathen lands. 9 Our chiefs and tribes, that far from hence to ferve the God of Ab'ram came, Found him their conftant fure defence: how great and glorious is his Name!

PSALM

Tin Sion, on whofe happy mount
HE Lord, the only God, is great,
2 Her tow'rs, the joy of all the earth,
On her north fide th' Almighty King's
3 God in her palaces is known;
4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their fiege,

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and greatly to be prais'd
his facred throne is rais'd.
with beauteous profpect rife;
imperial city lies.

his prefence is her guard:
and of fuccefs despair'd.

5 They view'd her walls, admir'd and red, with grief and terror ftruck;

Like women whom the fudden pangs
No wretched crew of mariners
When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coafts
8 In Sion we have feen perform'd

In pledge that God, for times to come,
Not in our fortreffes and walls
But on the temple fix'd our hopes,
10 According to thy fov'reign Name,
Thy pow'rful arm, as juftice guides,
II Let Sion's mount with joy refound,
In fongs his judgments to extol,
12 Compafs her walls in folemn pomp,
Count all her tow'rs, and fee if there
13 Her forts and palaces furvey,
That with affurance to your heirs
14 This God is ours, and will be ours,
Who, as he has preferv'd us now,

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ET all the lift'ning world attend,

of travail o'ertook.
appear like them forlorn,
by eastern winds are torn.
a work that was foretold;
his city will uphold.

did we, O God, confide;
in which thou doft refide.
thy praise through earth extends;
chaftifes or defends.

her daughters all be taught
who this deliv'rance wrought.
your eyes quite round her caft ;
you find one ftone difplac'd.
obferve their order well;
this wonder you may tell.
whilft we in him confide;
till death will be our guide.

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and my inftruction hear;

1,2 L Let high and low, and rich and poor, with joint confent give ear.

3 My mouth, with facred wifdom fill'd,
The found refult of prudent thoughts,
4 To parables of weighty fenfe
Whilft to my tuneful harp I fing

Why should my courage fail in times
When finners, that would me fupplant,
6 Those men that all their hope and truft
And boaft and triumph, when they fee
7 Are yet unable from the grave
Nor can by force or bribes reverfe

fhall good advice impart,
digefted in my heart.
I will my ear incline;
dark words of deep defign.
of danger and of doubt?
have compafs'd me about?
in heaps of treasure place,
their ill-got wealth increafe,
their dearest friend to free;
th' Almighty Lord's decree.

8,9 'Their vain endeavours they muft quit; the price is held too high:

No fums can purchase such a grant,
10. Not wisdom can the wife exempt,

But both muft perifh, and in death

that man fhould never die.
nor fools their folly fave;
their wealth to others leave.

11 For though they think their stately feats fhall ne'er to ruin fall;

But their remembrance laft in lands

12 Yet fhall their fame be foon forgot, With beafts their memory and they

which by their names they call: how great foe'er their ftate; fhall fhare one common fate.

The Second Part.

13 How great their folly is, who thus abfurd conclufions make! And yet their children, unreclaim'd, repeat the grofs mistake. 14. They all, like fheep to flaughter led, the prey of death are made; Their beauty, while the juft rejoice, within the grave shall fade. 15 But God will yet redeem my foul, and from the greedy grave His greater pow'r fhall fet me free, and to himself receive. 16 Then fear not thou, when worldly men in envy'd wealth abound, Nor though their profp'rous house increase, with ftate and honour crown'd. 17 For when they're fummon'd hence by death, they leave all this behind; No fhadow of their former pomp within the grave they find:

18 And yet they thought their state was bless'd, caught in the flatt'rer's fnare,
Who with their vanity comply'd,
and prais'd their selfish care.
and when, like them, they die,
in endless darkness lie.
unless he's truly wife,
fo like a beast he dies.

19 In their forefathers' fteps they tread;
'Their wretched ancestors and they
20 For man, how great foe'er his ftate,
As like a fenfual beaft he lives,

PSALM L.

1, 2 THE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God hath fent his fummons all abroad,
From dawning light, till day declines:
The lift'ning earth his voice hath heard, and he from Sion hath appear'd,
Where beauty in perfection shines.

3, 4 Our God fhall come, and keep no more mifconftru'd filence, as before;
But wafting flames before him fend:

Around fhall tempefts fiercely rage, while he does heav'n and earth engage His juft tribunal to attend.

5, 6 Affemble all my faints to me,

(thus runs the great divine decree,)

That in my lafting cov'nant live: And off'rings bring with conftant care;

(the heav'ns his juftice fhall declare ;)

For God himself thall fentence give.

11 I know the fowls, that build their nefts in craggy rocks; and savage beafts That loosely haunt the open fields:

12 If feiz'd with hunger I could be,

I need not feek relief from thee, Since the world's mine, and all it yields.

13 Think'ft thou that I have any need

on flaughter'd bullsand goats to feed ; To eat their flesh and drink their blood?

14 The facrifices I require,

are hearts which love and zeal inspire, And vows with stricteft care made good.

15 In time of trouble call on me,

and I will fet thee fafe and free, And thou returns of praise fhalt make.

16 But to the wicked thus faith God,

18 When thou a fubtil

How dar'it thou teach my laws abroad, Or in thy mouth my cov❜nant take?

haft proof against instruction been, didft lightly speak.

17 For itubborn thou, confirm'd in fin, And of my word thief didit fee, thou gladly didst with him agree, And with adult'rers didft partake. chief delight,

19 Vile flander is thy

20 Thou doft with

thy tongue, by envy mov'd and spite, Deceitful tales doth hourly fpread; hateful scandals wound thy brother, and with lies confound The offspring of thy mother's bed.

21 These things didft thou, whom ftill I ftrove to gain with filence and with love; Till thou didit wickedly furmife,

And fet thy fins before thine eyes.

let all my bolts of vengeance fly, Whilft none thall dare your caufe to own.

My ftrong falvation shall be shown.

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Hivt me, Left with loads of guilt, thy wonted every kind.

The Second Part.

2 Thy wicked tongue doth fland'rous tales maliciously devise;

3,4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than good, on lies than truth employ'd;

Thy tongue delights in words, by which
5 God fhall for ever blaft thy hopes,
Nor in thy dwelling-place permit,
6 The juft, with pious fear, fhall fee
And at thy fudden ruin laugh,
7" See there the man that haughty was,
"Who trufted in his wealth, and ftill