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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

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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 II

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8 While I my soleinn 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 coasts be found; Nor shalt thou worship any God Of all the nations rmd. 10 The Lord thy God Brought forth from sur-Tis I that all thy ju Supply with lib'ra 11 But they, my ch To hearken to my Nor would rebelliou Make me their hay choice. 12 So 1, provok'd, sign'd them up,

14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray; Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew; From heaven, thy throne, this vine

vey,

And her sad state with pity view. 15 Behold the vineyard made by thee, Which thy right hanri 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 dreaiul frown. 17 Crown thou the King with good suc

cess,

By thy right hand secur'd from wrong; The Son of Man in mercy bless, Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong.

18 So shall we still continue free

From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee,

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

TO 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.

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,
Strange nations' barb rous speech we
[heard,
6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd,
(Thus seems our God to say)

But could not understand.

m I, who thee Egypt's land; desires and.

n race, refus'd

ice; 'srael's sons

To every lust ap y;
And in their own p rverse designs
Permitted them to stray

13 0 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 enens and mine should all
Before my f tstool bend:

But as for the, their happy state
Should neve 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

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PSALM LXXXII

OD in the great assembly stands.
Where his impartial eye

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.

4 Protect the humble helpless man,
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 supports, 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' "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."
Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord,
Throughout the earth display;
ad all the nations of the world
Shall own thy righteous sway.

PSALM LXXXIII.

Or them confound, whose harden'd hearts
Thy gentler means disclaim.

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

PSALM LXXXIV

HOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,

No longer silent be;

Nor with consenting quiet looks
Our ruin calmly see.

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 leagued,
Their common malice vent.

G The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents,
With warlike Edom join'd,

And Moab's sons, our ruin vow,

With Hagar's race combin'd.

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 1,
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!

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5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale,
Yet no refreshment want;

Their pools are fill'd with rain, which

thou

At their request dost grant.

7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gebal too, 7 Thus they proceed from strength to

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 powerful army aids
Th' incestuous race of Lot.

PART II.

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

To Jabin and proud Sisera,

At Kishon's fatal stream;

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10 When thy right hand their num'rous
Near Endor did cont and,
And left their carcasses for dung
To feed the hungry ground.

1 Let all their mighty men the fate
Of Zeb and Oreb share;
As Zeba and Zalmuna, so

Let all their princes fare:

12 Who, with the same design inspir'd,
Thus vainly boasting spake,
"In firin possession for ourselves
"Let us God's houses take."
13 To ruin let them haste, like wheels
Which downward swiftly move;
Like chaff before the wind, let ail

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

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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,
Will 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.

ORD, 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 forgiv'a,
And all their guilt defac'd;

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Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on,
Nor thy fierce anger last.

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

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.

8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
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 shall appear.

10 For mercy now with truth is join'd,
And righteousness with peace,
Like kind companions, ausent long,
With friendly arms embrace.

11, 12 Truth from the earth shall spring.
whilst heav'n

Shall streams of justice pour;
And God, from whom all goodness flows,
Shall endless plenty shower.

PART II.

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

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

Eternal trophies rear.

13 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
Has my deliv'rance wrought.

15 But thou thy constant goodness didst
To my assistance bring,

Of patience, mercy, and of truth.
Thou everlasting spring!

16 0 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 prod foes
May see with shame and rage,
When thou, O Lord, for my relief
And comfort dost engage.

PSALM LXXXVII

13 Before him righteousness shall march, GOD'S temple crowns the holy mount;

And his just paths prepare ; While we his holy steps pursue With constant zeal and care.

PSALM LXXXVI.

O my complaint, O Lord my God,
Tomy compus car 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, nor 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.

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 1 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 among 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 gen'ral 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 erowa,)
Of such she shall successions bring,
Like water from a living spring

PSALM LXXXVIII.

To thee, my God, and Saviour,

By day and night address my cry: 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear; To my distress incline thine ear. 3 For scas of trouble me invade, My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are They number me among the dead [fled 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, Afflicting me with restless pain;

Of strength or power like thine re nown'd?

Of such a num'rous, faithful host,

As that which does thy throne sur. round?

Me all thy mountain waves have press'd, 8 Lord God of armies, who can boast
Too weak, alas, to bear the least."
8 Remov'd from friends. I sigh alone,
In a loath'd dungeon aid, where none
A visit will vouchsafe to me,
Confin'd, past hopes of liberty.
9 Mv 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 invok'd 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 confess
A mould'ring 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 forsook,
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 has burst upon my head,
Thy terros fill my soul with dread;
17 Environ'd as with waves combin'd,
And for a gen'ral deluge join'd.
18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all
Remov'd from sight, and out of call;
To dark oblivion all retir'd,
Dead, or at least to me expir'd.

PSALM LXXXIX.

HY 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 shall stand for ever fast.

3 Thus spak'st thou hy thy prophet's

voice:

"With David 1 a league have made; "To him, my servant, and my choice,

By solemn 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 anove, 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.

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 advance,
Whose conquests from thy favour
spring;

18 The Lord of hosts is our defence,

And Israel's God our Israel's King. 19 Thus spak'st thou by thy Prophet's

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"A mighty champion I will send ; From Judah's tribe have I made choice "Of one, who shall the rest defend.

My servant David I have found, "With holy oil anointed him;

Him shall the hand support that

crown'd,

And guard, that gave the diadem.
No prince from him shall tribute

force,

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PART II.

30" But if his heirs my law forsake,
"And from my sacred precepts stray;
31 If they my righteous statutes break,

Nor strictly my commands obey 32 Their sins I'll visit with a rod,

"And for their folly make them smart: 33"Yet will not cease to be their God, "Nor from my truth, like them, depart

34 My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,
"But in remembrance fast retain :
"The thing that once my lips have spoke
"Shall in eternal force remain.

35 Once I have sworn, but once for all,
"And made my holiness the tie,
"That I my grant will ne'er recall,
"Nor to my servant David lie:
36"Whose throne and race the constant

sun

"Shall, like his course, establish'd see; 37 "Of this my oath, thou conscious! moon,

"In heaven my faithful witness be." 38 Such was thy gracious promise, Lord; But thou hast now our tribes forsook, Thy own Anointed hast abhorr'd,

And turn'd on him thy wrathful look. 39 Thou seemest to have render'd void The cov'nant with thy servant made; Thou hast his dignity destroy'd,

And in the dust his honour laid. 40 Of strong holds thou hast him bereft, And brought his bulwarks to decay; 41 His frontier coasts defenceless left, A public scorn, and common prey. 42 His ruin does glad triumphs yield" To foes, advanc'd by thee to might;

152 Yet thy just praises we'll proclaim, And ever sing, The Lord be blest. PSALM XC.

bus thy chosen race,

LORD, the Saviour and defence

From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding-place.

2

Before thou brought'st the mountains

forth,

Or th' earth and world didst frame,
Thou always wast the mighty God,
And ever art the same.

3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,
Of which he first was made;
And when thou speak 'st the word, Return,
"Tis instantly obey'd.

4 For in thy sight a thousand years
Are like a day that's past,

Or

5

like a watch in dead of night,
Whose hours unminded waste.
Thou sweep'st us off as with a flood,
We vanish hence like dreams;
At first we grow like grass that feels
The sun's reviving beams:

6 But howsoever fresh and fair

Its morning beauty shows; 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite, Before the ev'ning close. 7.8 We by thine anger are consum'd, And by thy wrath dismay'd; Our public crimes and secret sins Before thy sight are laid. 9 Beneath thy anger's sad effects Our drooping days we spend ; Our unregarded years break off, Like tales that quickly end. 10 Our term of time is seventy years, An age that few survive ;

43 Thou hast his conqu'ring sword un-But if, with more than common strength,

steel'd,

His valour turn'd to shameful flight.
44 His glory is to darkness fled,
His throne is level'd with the ground;
45 His youth to wretched bondage led,
With shame o'erwhelm'd and sorrow
drown'd.

46 How long shall we thy absence mourn?
Wilt thou for ever, Lord, retire?
Shall thy consuming anger burn,

Till that and we at once expire ?
47 Consider, Lord, how short a space
Thou dost for mortal life ordain;
No method to prolong the race.

But loading it with grief and pain.
48 What man is he that can control
Death's strict unalterable doom?
Or rescue from the grave his soul,

The grave that dost mankind entomb 49 Lord, where's thy love, thy boundless

grace.

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The oath to which thy truth did seal,
Consign'd to David and his race,
The grant which time shall ne'er repeal?
50 See how thy servants treated are
With infamy, reproach and spite;
Which in my silent breast I bear,

From nations of licentious might.
5) How they, reproaching thy great name,
Have made thy servant's hope their jest;

To eighty we arrive,

Yet then our boasted strength decays,
To sorrow turn'd and pain;
So soon the slender thread is cut,

And we no more remain.

PART II.
11 But who thy anger's dread effects
Does, as he ought, revere ?
And yet thy wrath does fali or rise,

As more or less we fear.

12 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum Of our short days to mind,

That to true wisdom all our hearts

May ever be inclin'd

13 O to thy servants, Lord, return,
And speedily relent!

As we forsake our sins, do thou

Revoke our punishment.
14 To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;
That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.
15 Let happy times, with large amends,
Dry up our former tears,
Or equal at the least the term

Of our afflicted years.

16 To all thy servants, Lord, let this
Thy wondrous work be known,
And to our offspring yet unboru
Thy glorious power be shown,

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