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PSALM LXXX.

Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to
hear;

Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear.
2 Behold how Benjamin expects,
With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
In our deliv'rance the effects

Of thy resistless strength to find.
3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

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;
When dry, our raging thirst we quench
With streams of tears that largely flow.
6 For us the heathen nations round,

As for a common prey, contest;
Our foes with spiteful joys abound,
And at our loss condition jest.
7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
PART II.

Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's
land;

And, casting out the heathen race,
Didst plant it with thine own right hand,
And firmly fix it in their place.
9 Before it thou prepar'dst the way,
And mad'st it take a lasting root,

Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray,
O'er all the land did widely shoot.
10, 11 The hills were cover'd with its
shade,

Its goodly boughs did cedars seem;
Its branches to the sea were spread,
And reach'd to proud Euphrates'

stream.

12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown,

Which thou hast made so firm and
strong?

Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown,
Are pluck'd by those that pass along.
13 See how the bristling forest-boar
With dreadful fury lays it waste;
Hark! how the savage monsters roar,
And to their helpless prey make haste,
PART III.

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.
17 Crown thou the King with good suc-
cess,

By thy right hand secur'd
wrong;

The Son of Man in mercy bless,

from

Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong.
18 So shall we still continue free
And, if once more reviv'd by thee,
From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame;

Will always praise thy holy name.
19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

PSALM LXXXI.

God, our never-failing strength,
With loud applauses sing;

And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy;

Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
Their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise,

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4 For this a statute was of old,
Which Jacob's God decreed;
To be with pious care observ'd
By Israel's chosen seed.

5 This he for a memorial fix'd,
When, freed from Egypt's land,

In state surveys the earthly gods,
And does their judgments try.
2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge,
Or be to sinners kind?

Defend the orphans and the poor;,
Let such your justice find.

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,
(Thus seems our God to say)

Your servile hands by me were freed
From lab'ring in the clay.

7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd,
To me for aid did call;
With pity I their sufferings saw,
And set them free from all.

They sought for me, and from the cloud
In thunder I reply'd;

At Meribah's contentious stream
Their faith and duty try'd.

PART II.

While I my solemn will declare,
My chosen people, hear:
If thou, O Israel, to my words
Will lend thy list'ning ear;

9 Then shall no God besides myself
Within thy coast be found;
Nor shalt thou worship any god
Of all the nations round.

10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee
Brought forth from Egypt's land;
'Tis I that all thy just desires
Supply with lib'ral hand.

11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd
To hearken to my voice;
Nor would rebellious Israel's sons
Make me their happy choice.
12 So I, provok'd, resign'd them up,
To ev'ry lust a prey;

And in their own perverse designs
Permitted them to stray.
13 O that my people wisely would
My just commandments heed!
And Israel in my righteous ways
With pious care proceed!

14 Then should my heavy judgments fall
On all that them oppose,
And my avenging hand be turn'd
Against their num❜rous foes.

15 Their enemies and mine should all
Before my foot-stool bend;
But as for them, their happy state
Should never know an end.

16 All parts with plenty should abound;
With finest wheat their field:
The barren rocks, to please their taste,
Should richest honey yield.

PSALM LXXXII.

OD in the great assembly stands,
Where his impartial eve

Reduc'd to deep distress;
And let not him become a prey
To such as would oppress.

5 They neither know, nor will they learn,
But blindly rove and stray;
Justice and truth, the world's support,
Through all the land decay.

6 Well then might God in anger say,
'I've call'd you by my name;
'I've said ye're gods, and all ally'd
'To the Most High in fame:
7 But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds
'To strict account I'll call ;

You all shall die like common men,
'Like other tyrants fall.'

8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord,
Throughout the earth display;
And all the nations of the world
Shall own thy righteous sway.
PSALM LXXXIII.

HOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God,

No longer silent be;

Nor with consenting quiet looks
Our ruin calmly see.

2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes
O'er all the land are spread;

And those who hate thy saints and thee,
Lift up their threat'ning head.

3 Against thy zealous people, Lord,
They craftily combine;

And to destroy thy chosen saints
Have laid their close design.

4 Come let us cut them off,' say they,
'Their nation quite deface;

That no remembrance may remain 'Of Israel's hated race.'

5 Thus they against thy people's peace
Consult with one consent;

And diff''ring nations, jointly leagu❜d,
Their common malice vent.

6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents,
With warlike Edom join'd,
And Moab's sons, our ruin vow,

With Hagar's race combin'd.
7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gabal too,
With Amalek conspire;

The lords of Palestine, and all

The wealthy sons of Tyre.
8 All these the strong Assyrian king
Their firm ally have got;
Who with a pow'rful army aids
Th' incestuous race of Lot.
PART II.

9 But let such vengeance come to them,
As once to Midian came

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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,
Thus vainly boasting spake,
'In firm possession for ourselves

Let us God's houses take.'

15 To ruin let them haste, like wheels
Which downwards swiftly move;
Like chaff before the wind, let all
Their scatter'd forces prove.

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
hearts

Thy gentler means disclaim.
18 So shall the wond'ring world confess,
That thou, who claim'st alone
Jehovah's name, o'er all the earth
Hast rais'd thy lofty throne.

PSALM LXXXIV.

God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire.
To view thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.

3 The birds, more happy far than I,
Around thy temple throng;
Securely there they build, and there
Securely hatch their young.

4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,

Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

17 Thus they proceed from strength to
strength,

And still approach more near;
Till all on Sion's holy mount,
Before their God appear.

8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts,
My just request regard:
Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer
Be still with favour heard.

9 Behold, O God, for thou alone
Canst timely aid dispense;
On thy anointed servant look,
Be thou his strong defence.
10 For in thy courts one single day
'Tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.
Much rather in God's house will I
The meanest office take,

Than in the wealthy tents of sin
My pompous dwelling make.

11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
Wil grace and glory give;

And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.

12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts
obey,

How highly blest is he,
Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd,
Is still repos'd on thee!

PSALM LXXXV

LORD, thou hast granted to thy land
The favours we implor'd,

And faithful Jacob's captive race
Hast graciously restor❜d.

2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiven,
And all their guilt defuc'd;
Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on,
Nor thy fierce anger last.

4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts
To thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears,
Thy wrath no more may burn.

5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still,
And wrath so long retain?
Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints
Thy wonted comfort gain.

7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display,
Which we have long implor'd;
And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Thy wonted aid afford.

5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;

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For he, with glad success,
If they no more to folly turn,

His mourning saints will bless.
9 To all that fear his holy name
His sure salvation's near;
And in its former happy state

Our nation shail appear.

10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, And righteousness with peace,

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To my complaint, O Lord my God,
Thy gracious ear incline;
Hear me, distress'd, and destitute
Of all relief but thine.

2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul,
That does thy name adore;

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,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those
Who for thy mercy sue.

6 To my repeated humble prayer,
O Lord, attentive be;

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
The nations shall adore;

Their long misguided prayers and praise
To thy bless'd name restore.
10 All shall confess thee great, and great
The wonders thou hast done;
Confess thee God, the God Supreme,
Confess thee God alone.

PART II.

11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
From truth shall ne'er depart;
In reverence to thy sacred name
Devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Praise thee with heart sincere;
And to thy everlasting name
Eternal trophies rear.

18 Thy boundless mercy shown to me,
Transcends my power to tell;
For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
From lowest depths of hell.

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
To my assistance bringi
Of patience, mercy, and of truth,
Thou everlasting spring!

16 O bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength

To me thy servant show;
Thy kind protection, Lord, on me,
Thine handmaid's son, bestow.

17 Some signal give, which my proud foes
May see with shame and rage,
When thou, O Lord, for my relief
And comfort dost engage.

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.

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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;
They waste, but still my griefs increase;
Yet daily, Lord, to thee I've pray'd,
With out-stretch'd hands invoked thy

aid.

10 Wilt thou by miracle revive
The dead, whom thou forsook'st alive?
From death restore, thy praise to sing,
Whom thou from prison would'st not
bring?

11 Shall the mute grave thy love con-
fess?

A mouldering tomb thy faithfulness?
12 Thy truth and power renown obtain
Where darkness and oblivion reign?
13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn;
My prayer prevents the early morn:
14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul for-
sook,

Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look?
15 Prevailing sorrows bear me down,
Which from my youth with me have
grown;

Thy terrors past distract my mind,
And fears of blacker days behind.
16 Thy wrath hast burst upon my head,
Thy terrors fill my soul with dread;
17 Environed as with waves combined,
And for a general deluge joined.
18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all
Removed from sight, and out of call;
To dark oblivion all retired,
Dead, or at least to me expired.

PSALM LXXXIX.

THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song:
My song on them shall ever dwell;
To ages yet unborn, my tongue

Thy never-failing truth shall tell.
2 I have affirm'd and still maintain,
Thy mercy shall for ever last;
Thy truth, that does the heavens sustain,
Like them sball stand for ever fast.
3 Thus spak'st thou by the prophet's
voice,

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;
To them thy throne I will ensure,
They shall to endless ages reign.'

5 For such stupendous truth and love,
Both heaven and earth just praises owe,
By choirs of angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.
6 What seraph of celestial birth

To vie with Israel's God shall dare?
Or who among the gods of earth

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.
8 Lord God of armies, who can boast
Of strength or pow'r like thine re
nown'd?

Of such a numerous, faithful host,
As that which does thy throne sur
round?

9 Thou dost the lawless sea control,

And change the prospect of the deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll;
Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep.
10 Thou break'st in pieces Rahab's pride,
And didst oppressing power disarm;
Thy scatter'd foes have dearly try'd
The force of thy resistless arm.
11 In thee the sov'reign right remains'
Of earth and heaven; thee, Lord, alone
The world, and all that it contains,

Their Maker and Preserver own.
12 The poles on which the globe does
rest

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;
And in thy righteousness employ'd,

Above their foes be rais'd on high.
17 For in thy strength they shall ad-

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