PSALM LXXX. Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride, Of thy resistless strength to find. Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. 4 0 thou, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall thy fierce anger burn? How long thy suffering people pray, And to their prayers have no return? 5 When hungry, we are forc'd to drench Our scanty food in floods of woe; As for a common prey, contest; Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's And, casting out the heathen race, Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray, Its goodly boughs did cedars seem; stream. 12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown, Which thou hast made so firm and Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown, 14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray; Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew, From heaven, thy throne, this vine sur vey, And her sad state with pity view. 15 Behold the vineyard made by thee, Which thy right hand did guard so long; And keep that branch from danger free, Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey, And all its spreading boughs cut down; At thy rebuke they soon decay, And perish at thy dreadful frown. By thy right hand secur'd The Son of Man in mercy bless, from Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong. Will always praise thy holy name. PSALM LXXXI. God, our never-failing strength, And jointly make a cheerful noise 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch Let psalteries and pleasant harps 3 Let trumpets at the great new moon 1 4 For this a statute was of old, 5 This he for a memorial fix'd, In state surveys the earthly gods, Defend the orphans and the poor;, Strange nations' barb'rous speech we 4 Protect the humble helpless man, heard, But could not understand. 6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd, Your servile hands by me were freed 7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd, They sought for me, and from the cloud At Meribah's contentious stream PART II. While I my solemn will declare, 9 Then shall no God besides myself 10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee 11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd And in their own perverse designs 14 Then should my heavy judgments fall 15 Their enemies and mine should all 16 All parts with plenty should abound; PSALM LXXXII. OD in the great assembly stands, Reduc'd to deep distress; 5 They neither know, nor will they learn, 6 Well then might God in anger say, You all shall die like common men, 8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord, HOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, No longer silent be; Nor with consenting quiet looks 2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes And those who hate thy saints and thee, 3 Against thy zealous people, Lord, And to destroy thy chosen saints 4 Come let us cut them off,' say they, That no remembrance may remain 'Of Israel's hated race.' 5 Thus they against thy people's peace And diff''ring nations, jointly leagu❜d, 6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents, With Hagar's race combin'd. The lords of Palestine, and all The wealthy sons of Tyre. 9 But let such vengeance come to them, To Jabin and proud Sisera, At Kishon's fatal stream; 10 When thy right hand their num❜rous hosts Near Endor did confound, And left their carcases for dung To feed the hungry ground. 11 Let all their mighty men the fate Of Zeb and Oreb share; As Zeba and Zaimuna, so Let all their princes fare: 12 Who, with the same design inspir'd, Let us God's houses take.' 15 To ruin let them haste, like wheels 14, 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath, That on parch'd mountains grows, So let thy fierce pursuing wrath With terrors strike thy foes. =16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with dis grace, That they may own thy name; Or them confound, whose harden'd Thy gentler means disclaim. PSALM LXXXIV. God of hosts, the mighty Lord, 2 My longing soul faints with desire. 3 The birds, more happy far than I, 4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God, Who in thy temple always dwell, 17 Thus they proceed from strength to And still approach more near; 8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts, 9 Behold, O God, for thou alone Than, Lord, in any place besides Than in the wealthy tents of sin 11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, And no good thing will he withhold 12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts How highly blest is he, PSALM LXXXV LORD, thou hast granted to thy land And faithful Jacob's captive race 2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiven, 4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts That, quench'd with our repenting tears, 5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still, 7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display, 5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait; thee For he, with glad success, His mourning saints will bless. Our nation shail appear. 10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, And righteousness with peace, To my complaint, O Lord my God, 2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul, Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust Relies on thee, restore. 3 To me, who daily thee invoke, Thy mercy, Lord, extend; 4 Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes On thee alone depend. 5 Thou, Lord, art good, not only good, 6 To my repeated humble prayer, 7 When troubled, I on thee will call, For thou wilt answer me. 8 Among the gods there's none like thee, O Lord, alone divine! To thee as much inferior they, As are their works to thine. 9 Therefore their great Creator thee Their long misguided prayers and praise PART II. 11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, 18 Thy boundless mercy shown to me, 14 O God, the sons of pride and strife Have my destruction sought; Regardless of thy power, that oft deliv'rance wrought. Has my 15 But thou thy constant goodness didat 16 O bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength To me thy servant show; 17 Some signal give, which my proud foes PSALM LXXXVII. GOD's temple crowns the holy mount The Lord there condescends to dwell; 2 His Sion's gates, in his account, Our Israel's fairest tents excel. 3 Fame glorious things of thee shall sing, O city of th' Almighty King! 4 I'll mention Rahab with due praise, In Babylon's applauses join, The fame of Ethiopia raise, With that of Tyre and Palestine; And grant that some amongst them born, Their age and country did adorn. 5 But still of Sion I'll aver, That many such from her proceed; Th' Almighty shall establish her; 6 His general list shall show, when read, That such a person there was born, And such did such an age adorn. 7 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd Of such as merit high renown; For hand and voice musicians skill'd; And (her transcending fame to crown) Of such she shall successions bring, Like water from a living spring. PSALM LXXXVIII. 10 thee, my God and Saviour, I By day and night address my cry; 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear To my distress incline thine ear, 3 For seas of trouble me invade, My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are fled, They number me among the dead: 5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave, From thee no more remembrance have; 6 Cast off from thy sustaining care, Down to the confines of despair. 7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain, Afflicted me with restless pain; Me all thy mountain waves have press'd, Too weak, alas, to bear the least. 8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone, In a loath'd dungeon laid, where none A visit will vouchsafe to me, Confin'd, past hopes of liberty. 9 My eyes from weeping never cease; aid. 10 Wilt thou by miracle revive 11 Shall the mute grave thy love con- A mouldering tomb thy faithfulness? Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look? Thy terrors past distract my mind, PSALM LXXXIX. THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song: Thy never-failing truth shall tell. With David I a league have made: To him, my servant, and my choice, Byeolemn oath this grant convey'd: 4 While earth, and seas, and skies endure, Thy seed shall in my sight remain; 5 For such stupendous truth and love, To vie with Israel's God shall dare? With our Almighty Lord compare? 7 With rev'rence and religious dread, His saints should to his temple press; His fear through all their hearts should spread, Who his Almighty name confess. Of such a numerous, faithful host, 9 Thou dost the lawless sea control, And change the prospect of the deep; Their Maker and Preserver own. Were form'd by thy creating voice; Tabor and Hermon, east and west, In thy sustaining power rejoice. 13 Thy arm is mighty, strong thy hand, Yet, Lord, thou dost with justice reign; 14 Possess'd of absolute command, Thou truth and mercy dost maintain. 15 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear Thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound; Who may at festivals appear, With thy most glorious presence crown'd. 16 Thy saints shall always be o'erjoy'd, Who on thy sacred name rely; Above their foes be rais'd on high. |