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DIEV ET MON DROIT HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE royal blazon flanked by the English lion and Scottish unicorn
AT THE Court at KENSINGTON , December 3. 1696. PRESENT The King 's Most Excellent Majesty in Council .

UPon the Humble Petition of Nicholas Brady and Nahum Tate , this Day read at the Board , setting forth , that the Petitioners have , with their utmost Care and Industry , compleated A New Version of the Psalms of David , in English Metre , fitted for Publick Use ; and humbly praying His Majesty's Royal Allowance , that the said Version may be used in such Congregations as shall think fit to receive it .

His Majesty taking the same into His Royal Consideration , is pleased to Order in Council , That the said New Version of the Psalms in English Metre be , and the same is hereby Allowed and Permitted to be used in all Churches , Chappels , and Congregations , as shall think fit to receive the same .

W. Bridgeman .

New Version OF THE PSALMS OF DAVID , Fitted to the TUNES Used in CHURCHES .

By N. TATE and N. BRADY .

LONDON , Printed by T. Hodgkin , for the Company of Stationers , 1698.

And are to be Sold at Stationer's-Hall , near Ludgate , and by most Booksellers .

TO HIS Most Excellent Majesty WILLIAM III. OF Great-Britain , France , and Ireland KING , Defender of the FAITH , &c. THIS New Version OF THE PSALMS of DAVID Is most humbly DEDICATED , BY

His MAJESTY'S most Obedient Subjects and Servants , N. Brady , N. Tate .
A New VERSION OF THE PSALMS , &c.
PSALM I. HOW blest is he who ne'r consents by ill Advice to walk ; Nor stands in Sinners ways , nor sits where Men profanely talk . But makes the perfect Law of God his Business and Delight ; Devoutly reads therein by Day , and meditates by Night . Like some fair Tree , which fed by Streams , with timely Fruit does bend , He still shall flourish , and Success all his Designs attend . Ungodly Men , and their Attempts no lasting Root shall find ' ; Untimely blasted , and dispers'd like Chaff before the Wind. Their Guilt shall strike the Wicked dumb before their Judge's Face : No formal Hypocrite shall then amongst the Saints have place . For God approves the Just Man's Ways , to Happiness they tend : But Sinners , and the Paths they tread shall both in Ruin end .
PSALM II. WIth restless and ungovern'd Rage , why do the Heathen storm ? Why in such rash Attempts engage , as they can ne'er perform ? The Great in Counsel and in Might , their various Forces bring ; Against the Lord they all unite , and his anointed King . Must we submit to their Commands , Presumptuously they say ? No , let us break their slavish Bands , and cast their Chains away . But God , who sits enthron'd on high , and sees how they combine , Does their conspiring Strength defie , and mocks their vain Design . Thick Clouds of Wrath divine shall break on his Rebellious Foes ; And thus will he in Thunder speak to all that dare oppose . " Tho' madly you dispute my Will , " the King that I ordain , " Whose Throne is fix'd on Sion's Hill , " shall there securely reign . Attend , O Earth , whilst I declare God's uncontroul'd Decree ; " Thou art my Son , this day my Heir " have I begotten thee . Ask , and receive thy full Demands , " thine shall the Heathen be ; " The utmost Limits of the Lands " shall be possess'd by thee . Thy threatning Scepter thou shalt shake , " and crush them ev'ry where ; " As massy Bars of Iron break " the Potters brittle Ware . Learn then , ye Princes , and give ear , ye Judges of the Earth ; Worship the Lord with holy Fear , rejoice with awful Mirth . Appease the Son with due Respect , your timely Homage pay ; Left he revenge the bold Neglect , incens'd by your Delay . If but in part his Anger rise , who can endure the Flame ? Then bless'd are they whose Hope relies on his most holy Name .
PSALM III. HOw many , Lord , of late are grown the Troublers of my Peace ! And as their Numbers hourly rise , so does their Rage increase . Insulting they my Soul upbraid , and him whom I adore ; The God in whom he trusts , say they , shall rescue him no more . But thou , O Lord , art my Defence ; on thee my Hopes rely ; Thou art my Glory , and shalt yet lift up my Head on high . Since , whensoe'er in like Distress to God I made my Pray'r , He heard me from his holy Hill , why should I now despair ? Guarded by him , I laid me down my sweet Repose to take ; For I through him securely sleep , through him in safety wake . No Force nor Fury of my Foes my Courage shall confound , Were they as many Hosts as Men , that have beset me round . Arise , and save me , O my God , who oft hast own'd my Cause , And scatter'd oft these Foes to me , and to thy righteous Laws . Salvation to the Lord belongs , he only can defend ; His Blessing he extends to all that on his Pow'r depend .
PSALM IV. O Lord that art my righteous Judge , to my Complaint give ear ; Thou still redeem'st me from Distress : have Mercy , Lord , and hear . How long will ye , O Sons of Men , to blot my Fame devise ? How long your vain Designs pursue , and spread malicious Lies ? Consider , that the righteous Man is God's peculiar Choice ; And when to him I make my Pray'r , he always hears my Voice . Then stand in aw of his Commands , flee ev'ry thing that 's ill ; Commune in private with your Hearts , and bend them to his Will. The place of other Sacrifice let Righteousness supply ; And let your Hope , securely fixt , on God alone rely . While worldly Minds impatient grow , more prosp'rous Times to see ; Still let the Glories of thy Face shine brightly Lord on me . So shall my Heart o'erflow with Joy , more lasting and more true , Than theirs , who stores of Corn and Wine successively renew . Then down in Peace I'II lay my Head , and take my needful Rest ; No other Guard , O Lord , I crave , of thy Defence possest .
PSALM V. LOrd hear the Voice of my Complaint , accept my secret Pray'r ; To thee alone , my King , my God , will I for help repair . Thou in the morn my Voice shalt hear ; and with the dawning Day To thee devoutly I'II look up , to thee devoutly pray . For thou the Wrongs that I sustain canst never , Lord , approve , Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place all Evil dost remove . Not long shall stubborn Fools remain unpunish'd in thy view : All such as act unrighteous things thy Vengeance shall pursue . The sland'ring Tongue , O God of Truth , by thee shall be destroy'd , Who hat'st alike the Man in Blood and in Deceit employ'd . But when thy boundless Grace shall me to thy lov'd Courts restore , On thee I'II fix my longing Eyes , and humbly there adore . Conduct me by thy righteous Laws , for watchful is my Foe : Therefore , O Lord , make plain the way wherein I ought to go . Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit , their Heart is set on Wrong ; Their Throat is a devouring Grave , they flatter with their Tongue . By their own Counsels let them fall , oppress'd with loads of Sin ; For they against thy righteous Laws have harden'd Rebels been . But let all those who trust in thee , with Shouts their Joy proclaim ; Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st , and all that love thy Name . To righteous Men , the righteous Lord his Blessing will extend , And with his Favour all his Saints , as with a Shield , defend .
PSALM VI. THy dreadful Anger , Lord , restrain , and spare a Wretch forlorn ; Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath too heavy to be born . Have Mercy , Lord , for I grow faint , unable to endure The Anguish of my aking Bones , which thou alone canst cure . My tortur'd Flesh distracts my Mind , and fills my Soul with Grief ; But , Lord , how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy Relief ! Thy wonted Goodness , Lord , repeat , and ease my troubled Soul ; Lord , for thy wond'rous Mercy 's sake , vouchsafe to make me whole . For after Death no more can I thy glorious Acts proclaim ; No Pris'ner of the silent Grave can magnifie thy Name . Quite tir'd with Pain , with Groaning faint , no hope of Ease I see ; The Night , that quiets common Griefs , is spent in Tears by me . My Beauty fades , my Sight grows dim , my Eyes with weakness close ; Old Age o'ertakes me , whilst I think on my insulting Foes . Depart ye Wicked ; in my wrongs ye shall no more rejoice ; For God , I find , accepts my Tears , and listens to my Voice . He hears and grants my humble Pray'r ; and they that wish my Fall , Shall blush and rage , to see that God protects me from them all .
PSALM VII . O Lord , my God , since I have plac'd my Trust alone in thee , From all my Persecutors Rage do thou deliver me . To save me from my threatning Foe , Lord interpose thy Pow'r ; Lest , like a salvage Lion , he my helpless Soul devour . If I am guilty , or did e'er against his Peace combine ; Nay , if I have not spar'd his Life , who sought unjustly mine ; Let then to persecuting Foes my Soul become a Prey ; Let them to Earth tread down my Life , in Dust my Honour lay . Arise , and let thine Anger , Lord , in my Defence engage ; Exalt thy self above my Foes , and their insulting Rage : Awake , awake , in my behalf , the Judgment to dispense , Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injur'd Innocence . So to thy Throne adoring Crouds shall still for Justice fly ; O! therefore for their sakes resume thy Judgment-seat on high . Impartial Judge of all the World , I trust my Cause to thee ; According to my just Deserts so let thy Sentence be . Let wicked Arts and wicked Men together be o'erthrown ; But guard the Just , thou God , to whom the Hearts of both are known . God me protects ; nor only me , but all of upright Heart ; And daily lays up Wrath for those who from his Laws depart . If they persist , he whets his Sword , his Bow stands ready bent ; Ev'n now with swift Destruction wing'd , his pointed Shafts are sent . The Plots are fruitless , which my Foe unjustly did conceive : The Pit he digg'd for me has prov'd his own untimely Grave . On his own Head his Spite returns , whilst I from Harm am free ; On him the Violence is fall'n which he design'd for me . Therefore will I the righteous ways of Providence proclaim ; I 'll sing the Praise of God most High , and celebrate his Name .
PSALM VIII . O Thou , to whom all Creatures bow , within this earthly Frame , Thro' all the World , how great art Thou ! how glorious is thy Name ! In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung , nor fully reckon'd there ; And yet thou mak'st the Infant-Tongue thy boundless Praise declare : Thro' thee the Weak confound the Strong , and crush their haughty Foes ; And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng that thee and thine oppose . When Heav'n , thy beauteous work on high , employs my wond'ring Sight ; The Moon , that nightly rules the Sky , with Stars of feebler Light . What 's Man ( say I ) that , Lord , thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind ? Or what his Off-spring , that thou prov'st to them so wond'rous kind ? Him next in Pow'r thou didst create to thy Celestial Train ; Ordain'd with Dignity and State , o'er all thy Works to reign . They jointly own his pow'rful sway ; the Beasts that prey or graze ; The Bird that wings its airy way ; the Fish that cuts the Seas . O Thou , to whom all Creatures bow , within this earthly Frame , Thro' all the World how great art Thou ! how glorious is thy Name !
PSALM IX . TO celebrate thy Praise , O Lord , I will my Heart prepare ; To all the list'ning World thy Works , thy wond'rous Works declare . The Thought of them shall to my Soul exalted Pleasure bring , Whilst to thy Name , O thou most High ! triumphant Praise I sing . Thou mad'st my haughty Foes to turn their backs in shameful flight : Struck with thy Presence down they fell , they perish'd at thy sight . Against insulting Foes advanc'd , thou didst my Cause maintain ; My Right asserting from thy Throne , where Truth and Justice reign . The Insolence of Heathen Pride thou hast reduc'd to Shame ; Their wicked Offspring quite destroy'd , and blotted out their Name . Mistaken Foes ! your haughty Threats are to a period come : Our City stands , which you design'd to make our common Tomb. The Lord for ever lives , who has his righteous Throne prepar'd , Impartial Justice to dispense , to punish or reward . God is a constant sure Defence against oppressing Rage ; As Troubles rise , his needful Aids in our behalf engage . All those who have his Goodness prov'd will in his Truth confide ; Whose Mercy ne'er forsook the Man that on his Help rely'd . Sing Praises therefore to the Lord ; from Sion his Abode Proclaim his Deeds , till all the World confess no other God .
PART II. When he enquiry makes for Blood , he calls the Poor to mind ; The injur'd humble Man's Complaint relief from him shall find . Take pity on my Troubles , Lord , which spiteful Foes create , Thou that hast rescu'd me so oft from Death's devouring Gate . In Sion then I 'll sing thy Praise , to all that love thy Name ; And with loud Shouts of grateful Joy thy saving Pow'r proclaim . Deep in the Pit they digg'd for me the Heathen Pride is laid ; Their guilty Feet to their own Snare are heedlesly betray'd . Thus by the just Returns he makes the mighty Lord is known , While wicked Men by their own Plots are shamefully o'erthrown . No single Sinner shall escape by Privacy obscur'd ; Nor Nation from his just Revenge by Numbers be secur'd . His suff'ring Saints , when most distrest ; he ne'er forgets to aid ; Their Expectation shall be crown'd , tho' for a time delay'd . Arise , O Lord , assert thy Pow'r , and let not Man o'ercome ; Descend to Judgment , and pronounce the guilty Heathens doom . Strike Terror through the Nations round , till , by consenting Fear , They to each other and themselves ; but mortal Men appear .
PSALM X. THy Presence why withdraw'st thou , Lord ? why hid'st thou now thy Face ? When dismal Times of deep Distress call for thy wonted Grace . The Wicked , swell'd with lawless Pride , have made the Poor their prey ; O let them fall by those Designs which they for others lay . For strait they triumph , if Success their thriving Crimes attend ; And sordid Wretches ; whom God hates , perversly they commend . To own a Pow'r above themselves their haughty Pride disdains ; And therefore in their stubborn Mind no thought of God remains . Oppressive Methods they pursue , and all their Foes they slight ; Because thy Judgments unobserv'd are far above their sight . They fondly think their prosp'rous State shall unmolested be ; They think their vain Designs shall thrive , from all Misfortune free . Vain and deceitful is their Speech , with Curses fill'd and Lies ; By which the Mischief of their Heart they study to disguise . Near publick Roads they lie conceal'd , and all their Art employ , The Innocent and Poor at once to rifle , and destroy . Not Lions couching in their Dens , surprise their heedless Prey With greater Cunning , or express more salvage Rage than they . Sometimes they act the harmless Man , and modest Looks they wear ; That so deceiv'd , the Poor may less their sudden Onset fear .
PART II. For God , they think , no notice takes of their unrighteous Deeds ; He never minds the suff'ring Poor , nor their Oppression heeds . But thou , O Lord , at length arise ; stretch forth thy mighty Arm ; And , by the Greatness of thy Pow'r , defend the Poor from harm . No longer let the Wicked vaunt , and proudly boasting say , " Tush , God regards not what we do , " he never will repay . But sure thou seest , and all their Deeds impartially dost try ; The Orphan , therefore , and the Poor on Thee for Aid rely . Defenceless let the Wicked fall , of all their Strength bereft : Confound , O God , their dark Designs ; till no Remains are left . Assert thy just Dominion , Lord , which shall for ever stand ; Thou who the Heathen didst expel from this thy chosen Land . Thou dost the humble Suppliants hear that to thy Throne repair ; Thou first prepar'st their Hearts to pray and then accept'st their Pray'r . Thou in thy righteous Judgment weigh'st the Fatherless and Poor ; That so the Tyrants of the Earth may persecute no more .
PSALM XI . SInce I have plac'd my Trust in God , a Refuge always nigh , Why should I , like a tim'rous Bird , to distant Mountains fly ? Behold , the wicked bend their Bow , and ready fix their Dart ; Lurking in ambush to destroy the Man of upright Heart ; When once the firm Assurance fails which publick Faith imparts , 'T is time for Innocence to fly from such deceitful Arts. The Lord hath both a Temple here , and righteous Throne above : Whence he surveys the Sons of Men , and how their Counsels move . If God , the Righteous , whom he loves , for Trial does correct ; What must the Sons of Violence , whom he abhors , expect ? Snares , Fire , and Brimstone on their Heads shall in one Tempest show'r ; This dreadful mixture his Revenge into their Cup shall pour . The righteous Lord will righteous Deeds , with signal Favour grace ; And to the upright Man disclose the brightness of his Face .
PSALM XII . SInce godly Men decay , O Lord , do thou my Cause defend ; For scarce these wretched Times afford one just and faithful Friend . One Neighbour now can scarce believe what t'other does impart ; With flatt'ring Lips they all deceive , and with a double Heart . But Lips that with Deceit abound can never prosper long ; God's righteous Vengeance will confound the proud blaspheming Tongue . In vain those foolish Boasters say " our Tongues are sure our own ; " With doubtful Words we will betray , " and be controul'd by none . For God , who hears the suff'ring Poor , and their Oppression knows , Will soon arise and give them rest , in spight of all their Foes . The Word of God shall still abide , and void of Falshood be : As is the Silver , seven times try'd , from drossy Mixture free . The Promise of his aiding Grace shall reach the purpos'd End ; His Servants from this faithless Race he ever shall defend . Then shall the Wicked be perplex'd , nor know which way to fly ; When those whom they despis'd and vex'd shall be advanc'd on high .
PSALM XIII . HOW long wilt thou forget me , Lord ? must I for ever mourn ? How long wilt thou withdraw from me ? Oh! never to return ? How long shall anxious Thoughts my Soul , and Grief my Heart oppress ? How long my Enemies insult , and I have no Redress ? O hear ! and to my longing Eyes restore thy wonted Light ; And suddenly , or I shall sleep in everlasting Night . Restore me , left they proudly boast 't was their own Strength o'ercame ; Permit not them that vex my Soul to triumph in my Shame . Since I have always plac'd my Trust beneath thy Mercy 's Wing , Thy saving Health will come , and then my Heart with Joy shall spring : Then shall my Song , with Praise inspir'd , to thee my God ascend ; Who to thy Servant in Distress such Bounty didst extend .
PSALM XIV . SUre , wicked Fools must needs suppose that God is nothing but a Name ; Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows , no Breast is warm'd with holy Flame . The Lord look'd down from Heaven's high Tow'r , and all the Sons of Men did view , To see if any own'd his Pow'r ; if any Truth or Justice knew . But all , he saw , were gone aside , all were degen'rate grown and base ; None took Religion for their Guide , not one of all the sinful Race . But can these workers of Deceit be all so dull and sensless grown ? That they , like Bread , my People eat , and God's Almighty Pow'r disown ? How will they tremble then for fear , when his just Wrath shall them o'ertake ? For , to the Righteous , God is near , and never will their Cause forsake . Ill Men in vain with Scorn expose those Methods which the good pursue ; Since God a Refuge is for those whom his just Eyes with favour view . Would he his saving Pow'r employ , to break his People's servile Band ; Then Shouts of universal Joy should loudly eccho through the Land .
PSALM XV. LOrd , who 's the happy Man that may to thy blest Courts repair ? Not , Stranger-like , to visit them , but to inhabit there ? 'T is he whose ev'ry Thought and Deed by rules of Virtue moves ; Whose gen'rous Tongue disdains to speak the thing his Heart disproves . Who never did a Slander forge , his Neighbour's Fame to wound ; Nor hearken to a false Report , by Malice whisper'd round . Who Vice , in all its Pomp and Pow'r , can treat with just Neglect ; And Piety , tho' cloath'd in Rags , religiously respect . Who to his plighted Vows and Trust has ever firmly stood : And tho' he promise to his Loss , he makes his Promise good . Whose Soul in Usury disdains his Treasure to employ ; Whom no Rewards can ever bribe , the Guiltless to destroy . The Man , who by this steady Course has Happiness ensur'd , When Earth's foundation shakes , shall stand , by Providence secur'd .
PSALM XVI . PRotect me from my cruel Foes , and shield me , Lord , from Harm ; Because my Trust I still repose on thy Almighty Arm. My Soul all Help but thine does slight , all Gods but thee disown ; Yet can no Deeds of mine require the Goodness thou hast shown . But those that strictly virtuous are , and love the thing that 's right , To favour always and prefer shall be my chief Delight . How shall their Sorrows be increas'd , who other Gods adore ? Their bloody Offerings I detest , their very Names abhor . My Lot is fall'n in that blest Land where God is truly known ; He fills my Cup with lib'ral hand ; 't is he supports my Throne . In Nature's most delightful Scene my happy Portion lies ; The place of my appointed Reign all other Lands outvies . Therefore my Soul shall bless the Lord , whose Precepts give me Light , And private Counsel still afford , in Sorrow's dismal Night . I strive each Action to approve to his all-seeing Eye : No danger shall my Hopes remove , because he still is nigh . Therefore my Heart all Grief defies , my Glory does rejoice ; My Flesh shall rest , in hope to rise , wak'd by his pow'rful Voice . Thou , Lord , when I resign my Breath , my Soul from Hell shall free ; Nor let thy Holy One in death the least Corruption see . Thou shalt the Paths of Life display , that to thy Presence lead ; Where Pleasures dwell without allay , and Joys that never fade .
PSALM XVII . TO my just Plea , and sad Complaint , attend , O righteous Lord , And to my Pray'r , as 't is unfeign'd , a gracious Ear afford . As in thy sight I am approv'd , so let my Sentence be ; And with impartial Eyes , O Lord , my upright Dealing see . For thou hast search'd my Heart by day , and visited by Night ; And on the strictest Trial found its secret Motions right . Nor shall thy Justice , Lord , alone my Heart's Designs acquit ; For I have purpos'd that my Tongue shall no Offence commit . I know what wicked Men would do their Safety to maintain ; But me thy just and mild Commands from bloody Paths restrain . That I may still , in spight of Wrongs , my Innocence secure . O! guide me in thy righteous Ways , and make my Footsteps sure . Since heretofore I ne'er in vain to thee my Pray'r address'd ; O! now , my God , incline thine Ear to this my just Request . The Wonders of thy Truth and Love in my Defence engage , Thou whose Right-hand preserves thy Saints from their Oppressors Rage .
PART II. O! keep me in thy tend'rest Care ; thy sheltring Wing stretch out , To guard me safe from salvage Foes , that compass me about . O'ergrown with Luxury , enclos'd in their own Fat they lie ; And with a proud blaspheming Mouth both God and Man defie . Well may they boast ; for they have now my Paths encompass'd round ; With Eyes at watch , and Bodies bow'd , and couching on the Ground , In posture of a Lion set , when greedy of his Prey ; Or a young Lion , when he lurks within a covert way . Arise , O Lord , defeat their Plots , their swelling Rage controul ; From wicked Men , who are thy Sword , deliver thou my Soul ; From worldly Men , thy sharpest Scourge , whose Portion 's here below ; Who , fill'd with earthly Stores , desire no other Bliss to know ; Their Race is num'rous , that partake their Substance while they live : Their Heirs survive , to whom they may the vast Remainder give . But I , in Uprightness , thy Face , shall view without controul ; And waking , shall its Image find reflected in my Soul .
PSALM XVIII . NO change of Times shall ever shock my firm Affection , Lord , to thee ; For thou hast always been my Rock , a Fortress , and Defence to me , Thou mv Deliv'rer art , my God ; my Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r ; Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad , at home my Safeguard and my Tow'r . To thee I will address my Pray'r , ( to whom all Praise we justly owe ; ) So shall I , by thy watchful Care , be guarded from my treach'rous Foe , By Floods of wicked Men distress'd , with Seas of Sorrow compass'd round , With dire infernal Pangs oppress'd , in Death's unweildy Fetters bound . To Heaven I made my mournful Pray'r , to God address'd my humble Moan ; Who graciously inclin'd his Ear , and heard me from his lofty Throne .
PART II. When God arose my part to take , the conscious Earth was struck with fear ; The Hills did at his Presence shake , nor could his dreadful Fury bear . Thick Clouds of Smoak disperst abroad , ensigns of Wrath before him came ; Devouring Fire around him glow'd , that Coals were kindled at his Flame . He left the beauteous Realms of Light , whilst Heav'n bow'd down its awful head ; Beneath his Feet substantial Night was , like a sable Carpet spread . The Chariot of the King of Kings , which active Troops of Angels drew , On a strong Tempest s rapid Wings , with most amazing swiftness flew . Black watry Mists and Clouds conspir'd with thickest Shades his Face to veil ; But at his Brightness soon retir'd , and fell in show'rs of Fire and Hail . Thro' Heav'ns wide Arch a thundring Peal , God's angry Voice did loudly roar ; While Earth's sad Face , with heaps of Hail and flakes of Fire , was cover'd o'er . His sharpen'd Arrows round he threw , which made his scatter'd Foes retreat ; Like Darts , his nimble Light'nings flew , and quickly finish'd their Defeat . The Deep its secret Stores disclos'd ; the World's Foundations naked lay ; By his avenging Wrath expos'd , which fiercely rag'd that dreadful Day .
PART III. The Lord did on my side engage , from Heav'n ( his Throne ) my Cause upheld ; And snatch'd me from the furious Rage of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell'd . God his resistless Pow'r employ'd , my strongest Foes attempts to break ; Who else with ease had soon destroy'd the weak Defence that I could make . Their subtil Rage had near prevail'd , when I distrest and friendless lay ; But still when other Succours fail'd , God was my firm Support and Stay . From Dangers that enclos'd me round , he brought me forth , and set me free ; For some just Cause his Goodness found , that mov'd him to delight in me . Because in me no Guilt remains , God does his gracious Help extend ; My Hands are free from bloody Stains , therefore the Lord is still my Friend . For I his Judgments kept in sight , in his just Paths I always trod ; I never did his Statutes slight , nor loosly wander'd from my God . But still my Soul , sincere and pure , did ev'n from darling Sins refrain ; His Favours therefore yet endure because my Heart and Hands are clean .
PART IV. Thou suit'st , O Lord , thy righteous ways to various Paths of Human-kind ; They who for Mercy merit Praise , with thee shall wond'rous Mercy find . Thou to the Just shall Justice shew , the Pure thy Purity shall see ; Such as perversely chuse to go , shall meet with due Returns from thee , That he the humble Soul will save , and crush the Haughty's boasted Might , In me the Lord an Instance gave , whose Darkness he has turn'd to Light . On his firm Succour I rely'd , and did o'er num'rous Foes prevail ; Nor fear'd , whilst he was on my side , the best defended Walls to scaie . For God's Designs shall still succeed ; his Word will bear the utmost Test : He 's a strong Shield to all that need , and on his sure Protection rest . Who then deserves to be ador'd , but God , on whom my Hopes depend ? Or who , except the mighty Lord , can with resistless Pow'r defend .
PART V. 'T is God that girds my Armour on , and all my just Designs fulfils ; Through him my Feet can swiftly run , and nimbly climb the steepst Hills . Lessons of War from him I take , and manly Weapons learn to wield ; Strong Bows of Steel with ease I break , forc'd by my stronger Arms to yield . The Buckler of his Saving Health protects me from assaulting Foes ; His Hand sustains me still , my Wealth and Greatness from his Bounty flows . My Goings he enlarg'd abroad , till then to narrow Paths confin'd ; And , when in slipp'ry ways I trod , the Method of my Steps design'd . Through him I num'rons Hosts defeat , and flying Squadrons captive take . Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat , till I a final Conquest make . Cover'd with Wounds , in vain they try their vanquish'd Heads again to rear ; Spight of their boasted Strength they lie beneath my Feet and grovel there . God , when fresh Armies take the Field , recruits my Strength , my Courage warms ; He makes my strong Opposers yield , subdu'd by my prevailing Arms. Through him , the Neck of prostrate Foes , my conqu'ring Feet in Triumph press ; Aided by him , I root out those who hate and envy my Success . With loud complaints all Friends they try'd , but none was able to defend ; At length to God for Help they cry'd , but God would no assistance lend . Like flying Dust which Winds pursue , their broken Troops I scatter'd round : Their slaughter'd Bodies forth I threw , like loathsome Dirt that clogs the Ground .
PART VI Our factious Tribes , at Strife till now , by God's Appointment me obey ; The Heathen to my Scepter bow , and foreign Nations own my sway . Remotest Realms their Homage send , when my successful Name they hear : Strangers for my Commands attend , charm'd with Respect , or aw'd by Fear . All to my Summons tamely yield , or soon in Battel are dismay'd , For stronger Holds they quit the Field , and still in strongest Holds afraid . Let the eternal Lord be prais'd ! the Rock on whose Defence I rest ; O'er highest Heav'ns his Name be rais'd , who me with his Salvation bless'd ! 'T is God that still supports my Right , his just Revenge my Foes pursues ; 'T is he , that with resistless Might fierce Nations to my Yoke subdues . My universal Safeguard , He ! from whom my lasting Honours flow ; He made me great , and set me free , from my remorseless bloody Foe . Therefore to celebrate his Fame , my grateful Voice to Heav'n I 'll raise ; And Nations , Strangers to his Name , shall thus be taught to sing his Praise ; " God to his King Deliv'rance sends ; " shews his Anointed signal Grace ; " His Mercy evermore extends " to David and his promis'd Race .
PSALM XIX . THE Heav'ns declare thy Glory , Lord , which that alone can fill ; The Firmament and Stars express their great Creator's Skill . The Dawn of each returning Day , fresh Beams of Knowledge brings ; And from the dark Returns of Night divine Instruction springs . Their pow'rful Language to no Realm or Region is confin'd ; 'T is Nature's Voice , and understood alike by all Mankind . Their Doctrine does its sacred sense through Earth's extent display ; Whose bright Contents the circling Sun does round the World convey . No Bridegroom on his Nuptial-day , has such a chearful Face ; No Giant does like him rejoice , to run his glorious Race . From East to West , from West to East , his restless Course he goes ; And through his Progress chearful Light and vital Warmth bestows .
PART II. God's perfect Law converts the Soul , reclaims from false Desires ; With sacred Wisdom his sure Word the Ignorant inspires . The Statutes of the Lord are just , and bring sincere Delight ; His pure Commands , in search of Truth , assist the feebleft Sight . His perfect Worship here is fix'd , on sure Foundations laid : His equal Laws are in the Scales of Truth and Justice weigh'd . Of more esteem than golden Mines , or Gold refin'd with Skill ; More sweet than Honey , or the drops that from the Comb distil . My trusty Counsellers they are , and friendly Warnings give : Divine Rewards attend on those who by thy Precepts live . But what frail Man observes how ost he does from Vertue fall ? O cleanse me from my secret Faults , thou God that know'st them all . Let no presumptuous Sin , O Lord , dominion have o'er me ; That , by thy Grace , preserv'd , I may the great Transgression slee . So shall my Pray'r and Praises be with thy Acceptance blest ; And I secure , on thy Defence , my Strength and Saviour , rest .
PSALM XX. THE Lord to thy Request attend , and hear thee in Distress ; The Name of ' Jacob's God defend , and grant thy Arms success . To aid thee from on high repair , and strength from Sion give ; Remember all thy Off'rings there , thy Sacrifice receive . To compass thy own Heart's Desire thy Counsels still direct ; Make kindly all Events conspire to bring them to effect . To thy Salvation , Lord , for Aid we chearfully repair , With Banners in thy Name display'd : " the Lord accept' thy Pray'r . Our Hopes are fix'd , that now the Lord our Sov'reign will defend , From Heav'n resistless Aid afford , and to his Pray'r attend . Some trust in Steeds for War design'd , on Chariots some rely ; Against them all , we call to mind the Pow'r of God most High . But from their Steeds and Chariots thrown , behold them , through the Plain , Disorder'd , broke , and trampled down , whilst firm our Troops remain . Still save us , Lord , and still proceed our rightful Cause to bless ; Hear , King of Heav'n , in times of need the Pray'is that we address .
PSALM XXI . THE King , O Lord , with Songs of Praise ; shall in thy Strength rejoice ; With thy Salvation crown'd shall raise to Heav'n his chearful Voice . For thou whate'er his Lips request not only dost impart , But hast with thy Acceptance blest the Wishes of his Heart . Thy Goodness and thy tender Care have all his Hopes out-gone ; A Crown of Gold thou mad'st him wear , and fet'st it firmly on . He pray'd for Life , and thoa , O Lord , didst to his Pray'r attend , And graciously to him afford a Life that ne'er shall end . Thy sure Defence through Nations round has spread his glorious Name ; And his successful Actions crown'd with Majesty and Fame . Eternal Blessings thou bestow'st , and mak'st his Joys increase , Whilst thou to him unclouded show'st , the brightness of thy Face .
PART II. Because the King on God alone for timely Aid relies ; His Mercy still supports his Throne , and all his Wants supplies . But , righteous , Lord , thy stubborn Foes shall feel thy dreadful Hand ; Thy vengeful Arm shall find out those that hate thy mild Command . When thou against them dost engage , thy just but dreadful Doom Shall , like a glowing Oven's Rage , their Hopes and them consume . Nor shall thy furious Anger cease , or with their Ruine end ; But root out all their guilty Race ; and to their Seed extend . For all their Thoughts were set on Ill , their Hearts on Malice bent ; But thou with watchful Care didst still the ill Effects prevent . While they their swist Retreat shall make to 'scape thy dreadful Might ; Thy swifter Arrows shall o'ertake , and gaul them in their flight . Thus , Lord , thy wond'rous strength disclose , and thus exalt thy Fame ; Whilst we glad Songs of Praise compose to thy Almighry Name .
PSALM XXII MY God , my God , why leav'st thou me when I with Anguish faint ? O why so far from me remov'd , and from my loud Complaint ? All day , but all the day unheard , to thee do I complain ; With Cries implore Relief all Night , but cry all Night in vain . Yet thou art still the righteous Judge of Innocence oppress'd , And therefore Israel's Praises are of right to thee address'd , On thee our Ancestors rely'd , and thy Deliv'rance found ; With pious Confidence they pray'd , and with Success were crown'd . But I am treated like a Worm , like none of human Birth : Not only by the Great revil'd , but made the Rabble's Mirth . With Laughter all the gazing Crowd my Agonies survey , They shoot the Lip , they shake the Head , and thus , deriding , say , " In God he trusted , boasting ost , " that he was Heaven's Delight ; " Let God come down to save him now , " and own his Favourite .
PART II. Thou mad'st my teeming Mother's Womb a living Offspring bear ; When but a Suckling at the Breast , I was thy early Care . Thou , Guardian-like , didst shield from wrongs my helpless Infant days ; And since hast been my God and Guide , through Life's bewilder'd ways . Withdraw not then so far from me , when Trouble is so nigh : O send me Help ! thy Help , on which I only can rely . High pamper'd Bulls , a frowning Herd , from Basans Forest met , With Strength proportion'd to their Rage , have me around beset . They gape on me , and every Mouth a yawning Grave appears ; The desart Lions savage Roar , less dreadful is than theirs .
PART III. My Blood , like Water 's spill'd , my Joints are rack'd , and out of frame ; My Heart dissolves within my Breast , like Wax before the Flame . My Strength , like Potter's Earth , is parch'd , my Tongue cleaves to my Jaws ; And to the silent Shades of Death my fainting Soul withdraws . Like Blood-hounds to surround me , they in pack't Assemblies meet ; They pierc'd my inoffensive Hands , they pierc'd my harmless Feet . My Body 's rack'd till all my Bones distinctly may be told : Yet such a Spectacle of Woe as Pastime they behold . As Spoil my Garments they divide , Lots for my Vesture cast ; Therefore approach , O Lord , my strength , and to my Succour haste . From their sharp Sword protect thou me , ( of all but Life bereft ! ) Nor let my Darling in the pow'r of cruel Dogs be left . To save me from the Lion's Jaws , thy present Succour send ; As once , from goring Unicorns , thou didst my Life desend ; Then to my Brethren I 'll declare the Triumphs of thy Name , In presence of assembled Saints thy Glory thus proclaim , " Ye Worshippers of Jacob's God , " all you of Israel's Line , " O praise the Lord , and to your Praise . " sincere Obedience join . " He ne'er disdain'd on low Distress " to cast a gracious Eye ; " Nor turn'd from Poverty his Face , " but hears its humble Cry .
PART IV. Thus in thy sacred Courts will I my chearful Thanks express , In presence of thy Saints perform the Vows of my Distress . The meek Companions of my Grief shall find my Table spread , And all that seek the Lord shall be with Joys immortal fed . Then shall the glad converted World to God their Homage pay ; And scatter'd Nations of the Earth one Sov'reign Lord obey . T is his supreme Prerogative o'er Subject-Kings to reign : 'T is just that he should rule the World , who does the World sustain . The Rich , who are with Plenty fed , his Bounty must confess The Sons of Want , by him reliev'd , their gen'rois Patron bless . With humble Worship to his Throne they all for aid resort : That Pow'r which first their Beings gave , can only them support . Then shall a chosen spotless Race devoted to his Name , To their admiring Heirs his Truth and glorious Acts proclaim .
PSALM XXIII . THE Lord himself , the mighty Lord , vouchsafes to be my Guide ; The Shepherd by whose constant Care my Wants are all supply'd . In tender Grass he makes me feed , and gently there repose ; Then leads me to cool Shades , and where refreshing Water flows . He does my wandring Soul reclaim , and , to his endless Praise , Instruct with humble Zeal to walk in his most righteous Ways . I pass the gloomy Vale of Death from Fear and Danger free ; For there his aiding Rod and Staff defend and comfort me . In presence of my spiteful Foes he does my Table spread , He crowns my Cup with chearful Wine , with Oil anoints my Head . Since God does thus his wond'rous Love through all my Life extend , That Life to him I will devote , and in his Temple spend .
PSALM XXIV . THis spacious Earth is all the Lord's , the Lord 's her fulness is ; The World , and they that dwell therein by sov'reign Right are his . He fram'd and fix'd it on the Seas , and his Almighty Hand Upon inconstant Floods has made the stable Fabrick stand . But for himself this Lord of All one chosen Seat design'd ; O who shall to that Sacred Hill defir'd Admittance find ? The Man whose Hands and Heart are pure , whose Thoughts from Pride are free ; Who honest Poverty prefers to gainful Perjury . This , this is he , on whom the Lord shall show'r his Blessings down , Whom God his Saviour shall vouchsafe with Righteousness to crown , Such is the Race of Saints , by whom the sacred Courts are trod ; And such the Proselytes that seek the Face of Jacob's God . Erect your Heads , eternal Gates , unsold , to entertain The King of Glory fee he comes with his celestial Train . Who is this King of Glory ? who ? the Lord for Strength renown'd , In Battel mighty , o'er his Foes eternal Victor crown'd . Erect your Heads , ye Gates unsold in state , to entertain The King of Glory : see he comes with all his shining Train . Who is this King of Glory ? who ? the Lord of Hosts renown'd : Of Glory he alone is King , who is with Glory crown'd .
PSALM XXV . To God , in whom I trust , I list my Heart and Voice ; O let me not be put to shame , nor let my Foes rejoice . Those who on Thee rely , let no disgrace attend . Be that the shameful Lot of such as wilfully offend . To me thy Truth impart , and lead me in thy way , For thou art he that brings me Help , on thee I wait all day . Thy Mercies and thy Love , O Lord , recall to mind ; And graciously continue still , as thou wert ever , kind . Let all my youthful Crimes be blotted out by-thee ; And for thy wond'rous Goodness sake in Mercy think on me . His Mercy and his Truth the righteous Lord displays , In bringing wand'ring Sinners home , and teaching them his ways . He those in Justice guides who his Direction seek ; And in his sacred Paths shall lead the humble and the meek . Through all the ways of God both Truth and Mercy shine , To such as with religiously Hearts to his blest Will incline .
PART II. Since Mercy is the Grace that most exalts thy Fame , Forgive my heinous Sin , O Lord , and so advance thy Name . Whoe'er with Humble Fear to God his Duty pays , Shall find the Lord a faithful Guide in all his righteous Ways . His quiet Soul with Peace shall be for ever blest And by his num'rous Race the Land successively possest . For God to all his Saints his secret Will imparts , And does his gracious Cov'nant write in their obedient Hearts . To him I list my Eyes , and wait his timely Aid , Who breaks the strong and treach'rous Snare which for my Feet was laid . O turn , and all my Griefs in Mercy , Lord , redrefs ; For I am compass'd round with Woes , and plung'd in deep Distress . The Sorrows of my Heart to mighty Sums increase ; O from this dark and dismal state my troubled Soul release ! Do thou with tender Eyes my sad Afflictions see ; Acquit me , Lord , and from my Guilt intirely set me free . Consider , Lord , my Foes , how vast their numbers grow ! What lawless Farce and Rage they use , what boundless Hate they show ! Protect , and set my Soul from their fierce Malice free ; Nor let me be asham'd , who place my stedfast Trust in thee . Let all my righteous Acts to full Persection rise , Because my firm and constant Hope on thee alone relies . To Israel's chosen Race continue ever kind ; And in the midst of all their Wants let them thy Succour sind .
PSALM XXVI . JUdge me , O Lord , for I the Paths of Righteousness have trod ; I cannot fail , who all my Trust repose on thee , my God . Search thou my Heart , whose Innocence will shine the more 't is try'd ; For I have kept thy Grace in view , and made thy Truth my Guide . I never for Companions took the Idle or Prophane , No Hypocrite , with all his Arts , could e'er my Friendship gain . I hate the busie Plotting Crew , who make distracted Times ; And shun their wicked Company , as I avoid their Crimes , I 'll wash my hands in Innocence ; and bring a Heart so pure ; That when thy Altar I approach , my welcome shall secure . My thanks I 'll publish there , and tell how thy Renown excels : That Seat affords me most delight , in which thy Honour dwells . Pass not on me the Sinners doom , who Murder makes their Trade ; Who others Rights by fecret Bribes , or open Force invade . But I will walk in paths of Truth , and Innocence pursue ; Protect me therefore , and to me thy Mercies , Lord , renew . In spight of all assaulting Foes I still maintain my ground : And shall survive amongst thy Saints , thy Praises to resound .
PSALM XXVII . WHom should I fear , since God to me is saying-Health and Light ? Since strongly he my Life supports , what can my Soul assright ? With fierce intent my Flesh to tear , when Foes beset me round , They stumbled , and their losty Crests were made to strike the Ground . Through him my Heart , undaunted , dares with mighty Hosts to cope ; Through him , in doubtful Straits of War , for good Success I hope . Henceforth within his House to dwell I earnestly desire , His wond'rous Beauty there to view , and of his Will enquire . For there may I with Comfort rest , in times of deep Distress , And safe as on a Rock abide , in that secure Recess ; Whilst God o'er all my haughty Foes my lofty Head shall raise , And I my joyful Tribute bring , with grateful Songs of Praise .
PART II. Continue , Lord , to hear my Voice , whene'er to thee I cry ; In Mercy my Complaints receive , nor my Request deny . When us to seek thy glorious Face thou kindly dost advise , " Thy glorious Face I 'll always seek , my grateful Heart replies . Then hide not thou thy Face , O Lord , nor me in Wrath reject ; My God and Saviour , leave not him thou didst so ost protect . Tho' all my Friends and Kindred too their helpless . Charge forsake , Yet thou , whose Love excels them all , wilt Care and Pity take . Instruct me in thy Paths , O Lord , my Ways directly guide , Lest envious Men , who watch my steps , should see me tread aside ; Lord , disappoint my cruel Foes , defeat their ill desire , Whose lying Lips and bloody Hands against my Peace conspire . I trusted that my future Life should with thy Love be crown'd , Or else my fainting Soul had sunk with Sorrow compass'd round . God's Time with patient Faith expect , who will inspire thy Breast With inward Strength ; do thou thy part , and leave to him the rest .
PSALM XXVIII . O Lord , my Rock , to Thee I cry , in Sighs consume my Breath , O answer , or I shall become like those that sleep in Death . Regard my Supplication , Lord , the Cries that I repeat , With weeping Eyes and listed Hands before thy Mercy-seat , Let me escape the Sinners doom , who make a trade of ill , And ever speak the Person fair , whose Blood they mean to spill . According to their Crimes extent let Justice have its course ; Relentless be to them , as they have sinn'd without remorse . Since they the Works of God despise , nor will his Grace adore , His Wrath shall utterly destroy , and build them up no more . But I , with due Acknowledgment , his Praises will resound , From whom the Cries of my Distress a gracious Answer found . My Heart its confidence repos'd in God , my Strength and Shield ; In him I trusted , and return'd triumphant from the Field . As he has made my Joys compleat , t is just that I should raise The chearful Tribute of my Thanks , and thus resound his Praise . " His aiding Pow'r supports the Troops " that my just Cause maintain ; " T was he advanc'd me to the Throne , " t is he secures my Reign . Preserve thy chosen , and proceed thine Heritage to bless ; With Plenty prosper them , in Peace ; in Battel , with Success .
PSALM XXIX . YE Princes that in Might excel , your grateful Sacrifice prepare ; God's glorious Action loudly tell , his wond'rous Pow'r to all declare . To his great Name fresh Altars raise , devoutly due Respect afford ; Him in his holy Temple praise , where he 's with solemn State ador'd . T is he that with amazing Noise the wat'ry Clouds in sunder breaks ; The Ocean trembles at his Voice , when he from Heav'n in Thunder speaks . How full of Pow'r his Voice appears ! with what majestick Terror crown'd ! Which from their Roots tall-Cedars tears , and strew their scatter'd Branches round ! They , and the Hills on which they grow , are sometimes hurried far away ; And leap , like Hinds that bounding go , or Unicorns in youthful Play . When God in Thunder loudly speaks , and scatter'd Flames of Light'ning sends , The Forest nods , the Desart quakes , and stubborn Kadesi lowly bends . He makes the Hinds to cast their young , and lays trie Beasts dark Coverts bare ; While those that to his Courts belong securely siig his Praifes there . God rules the angry Floods on high ; his boundless Sway shall never cease ; His Saints with Strength he will supply , and bless his Own with constant Peace .
PSALM XXX I 'LL celebrate thy Praises , Lord , who didst thy Pow'r employ To raise my drooping Head , and check my Foes insulting Joy . In my Distress I cry'd to thee who kindly didst relieve , And from the Grave 's expecting jaws my hopeless Life retrieve . Thus to his Courts ye Saints of his with Songs of Praise repair , With me commemorate his Truth and providential Care . His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign , his Favour no Decay : Your Night of Gries is recompenc'd with Joy's returning Day . But I in prosp'rous days presum'd ; no sudden change I fear'd , Whils't in my Sun-shine of Success no low'ring Cloud appeared . But soon I found thy Favour , Lord , my Empire 's only Trust ; For when thou hid'st thy Face I saw my Honour laid in Dust . Then , as I vainly had presum'd , my Error I consess'd , And thus , with supplicating Voice , thy Mercy 's Throne address'd . " What Profit is there in my Blood , congeal'd by Death's cold Night ? " Can silent Ashes speak thy Praise , " thy wond'rous Truth recite ? " Hear me , O Lord , in Mercy hear ; " thy wonted Aid extend ; " Do thou send Help , on whom alone " I can for Help depend . T is done ! Thou hast my mournful Scene to Songs and Dances turn'd ; Invested me in Robes of State , who late in Sack-cloath mourn'd . Exalted thus , I 'll gladly sing thy Praise in grateful Verse ; And , as thy Favours endless are , thy endsess Praife rehearse .
PSALM XXXI . DEfend me , Lord , from Shame , for still I trust in thee ; As Just and Righteous is thy Name , from Danger fet me free . Bow down thy gracious Ear , and speedy Succour send ; Do thou my stedfast Rock appear , to shelter and desend . Since Thou , when Foes oppress , my Rock and Fortress art , To guide me forth from this Distress thy wonted Help impart . Release me from the Snare which they have closely laid , Since I , O God my Strength , repair to thee alone for Aid . To thee , the God of Truth , my Life , and all that 's mine , ( For thou preservdst me from my Youth ) I willingly resign . All vain Designs I hate , of those that trust in Lies ; And still my Soul , in ev'ry state , to God for Succour flies .
PART II. Those Mercies thou hast ; shown I 'll chearfully express ; For thou hast seen my Straits , and known my Soul in deep Distress . When Keilah's treach'rous Race did all my strength enclose , Thou gav'st my Feet a larger space to shun my watchful Foes . Thy Mercy , Lord , display , and hear my just Complaint For both my Soul and Flesh decay , with Grief and Hunger faint . Sad thoughts my Life oppress , my Years are spent in Groans ; My Sins have made my Strength decrease , and ev'n consum'd my Bones . My Foes my Suff'rings mock'd , my Neighbours did upbraid ; My Friends at sight of me were shock'd , and fled as Men dismay'd . Forsook by all am I , as dead , and out of mind ; And like a shatter'd Vessl lie , whose Parts can ne'er be join'd . Yet sland'ring Words they speak , and seem my Pow'r to dread , Whilst they together Counsel take my guiltless Blood to shed . But stiti my stedfast Trust , I on thy Help repose ; That thou my God , are good and just , my Soul with Comfort knows .
PART III. Whate'er Events betide , thy Wisdom times them all ; Then , Lord , thy Servant safely hide from those that seek his fall . The brightness of thy face , to me , O Lord , disclose ; And , as thy Mercies still increase , preserve me from my Foes . Me from Dishonour save , who still have call'd on Thee ; Let That , and Silence in the Grave , the Sinner's Portion be . Do thou their Tongues restrain , whose Breath in Lies is spent ; Who false Reports , with proud Disdain , against the Righteous vent . How great thy Mercies are to such as fear thy Name ! Which thou , for those that trust thy care , dost to the World proclaim : Thou keep'st them in thy fight from proud Oppressors free : From Tongues that do in Strife delight , they are preserv'd by Thee . With Glory and Renown God's Name be ever bless'd Whose Love in Keilah's well-fenc'd Town was wond'rously express'd ! I said , in hasty Flight , " I 'm banish'd from thine Eyes ; Yet still thou kept'st me in thy sight , and heard'st my earnest Cries . O all ye Saints , the Lord with eager Love pursue , Who to the Just will Help afford , and give the proud their due . Ye that on God rely couragiously proceed : For he will still your hearts supply with Strength in time of need .
PSALM XXXII . HE 's blest , whose Sins have Pardon gain'd no more in Judgment to appear ; Whose Guilt Remission has obtain'd , and whose Repentance is sincere . While I conceal'd the fretting Sore , my Bones consum'd without Relief ; All Day did I with Anguish roar , but no Complaints asswag'd my Grief . Heavy on me thy Hand remain'd , by Day and Night alike distrest , Till quite of vital Moisture drain'd , like Land with Summer's drought opprest , No sooner I my Wound disclos'd , the Guilt that tortur'd me within , But thy Forgiveness interpos'd , and Mercy 's healing Balm pour'd in ; True Penitents shall thus succeed , who seek thee whilst thou mayst be found ; They , from the common Deluge freed , shall fee remorsless Sinners drown'd . Thy Favour , Lord , in all distrest , my Tow'r of Refuge I mus ; t own ; Thou shalt my haughty Foes suppress , and me with Songs of Triumph crown . In my Instruction then confide , you that would Truth 's safe Path descry , Your Progress I 'll securely guide , and keep you in my-watchful Eye . Submit your selves to Wisdom's Rule , like Men that Reason have attan'd ; Not like th' ungovern'd Horse and Mule , whose Fury must be curb'd and rein'd . Sorrows on Sorrows multiply'd the harden'd Sinner shall confound , But them , who in his Truth confide , blessings of Mercy shall surround . His Saints that have perform'd his Laws their Life in Triumphs shall employ : Let them ( as they alone have cause ) in grateful Raptures shout for Joy .
PSALM XXXIII . LET all the Just to God with Joys , their chearful Voices raise , For well the Righteous it becomes , to sing glad Songs of Praise . Let Harps , and Psalteries , and Lute in joyful consort meet ; And new made Songs of loud Applause the Harmony compleat . For faithful is the Word of God , his Works with Truth abound ; He Justice loves , and all the Earth is with his Goodness crown'd . By his almighty Word at first the heavenly Arch was rear'd ; And all the beauteous Hosts of Light at his Command appeare'd . The swelling Floods together roll'd , he makes in heaps to lye , And lays , as in a Store-house , safe , the wat'ry Treasures by . Let Earth , and all that dwell therein , before him trembling stand : For when he spake the Word , t was made , t was fix'd at his Command . He when the Heathen closely plot , their Counsels undermines ; His Wisdom inessectual makes the People's rash Designs . Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees shall stand for ever sure ; The settled purpose of his Heart to Ages shall endure .
PART II. How happy then are they , to whom the Lord for God is known ! Whom he from all the World besides has chosen for his own ! He all the Nations of the Earth from Heav'n his Throne survey'd ; He saw their works , and view'd their thoughts , by him their Hearts were made . No King is safe by mighty Hosts , their Strength the Strong deceives ; No manag'd Horse , by Force or Speed , his Warlike Rider saves : T is God , who those that trust in him beholds with gracious Eyes : He frees their Soul from Death , their Want in time of Dearth supplies . Our Soul on God with Patience waits , our Help and Shield is He ! Then , Lord , let still our Hearts rejoyce , because we trust in thee . The Riches of thy Mercy , Lord , do Thou to us extend ; Since we , for all we want or wish , on Thee alone depend .
PSALM XXXIV . THro' all the changing Scenes of Life , in Trouble and in Joy , The praises of my God shall still my Heart and Tongue employ . Of his Deliv'rance I will boast , till all that are distrest , From my Example Comfort take , and charm their Griefs to rest . O magnifie the Lord with me , with me exalt his Name : When in Distress to him I call'd He to my rescue came . Their drooping Hearts were soon refresh'd , who look'd to him for Aid ; Desir'd Success in ev'ry Face , a chearful Air displaid . " Behold , ( say they ) behold the Man whom Providence reliev'd : " The Man so dang'rously beset , " so wond'rously retriev'd ! The Hosts of God encamp around the Dwellings of the Just ; Deliv'rance he affords to all who on his Succour trust . O make but Tryal of his Love , experience will decide How bless'd they are , and only they , who in his Truth confide . Fear him , ye Saints , and you will then having nothing else to fear ; Make you his Service your Delight , your Wants shall be his Care . While hungry Lions lack their Prey , the Lord will Food provide For such as put their Trust in him , and see their Needs supply'd .
PART II. Approach , ye piously dispos'd , and my Instruction hear , I 'll teach you the true Discipline of his religious Fear . Let him who length of Life desires , and prosp'rous Days would see , From sland'ring Language keep his Tongue , his Lips from Falshood free . The crooked Paths of Vice decline , and Virtue 's Ways pursue ; Establish Peace where 't is begun , and where 't is lost , renew . The Lord , from Heav'n beholds the Just with favourable Eyes ; And when distress'd , his gracious Ear is open to their Cries : But turns his wrathful Look on those whom Mercy can'n reclaim , To cut them off , and from the Earth blot out their hated Name . Deliv'rance to his Saints he gives when his Relies they crave : He 's nigh to heal the broken Heart and contrite Spirit save , The Wicked oft , but still in vain , against the Just conspire : For under their Affliction 's weight he keeps their Bones entire . The Wicked from their wicked Arts their Ruine shall derive ; Whilst righteous Men , whom they detest , shall them and theirs survive . For God preserves the Souls of those who on his Truth depend , To them and their Posterity his Blessings shall descend .
PSALM XXXV . A Gainst all those that strive with me , O Lord , assert my Right ; With such as War unjustly wage do thou my Battels fight . Thy Buckler take , and bind thy Shield upon thy warlike . Arm ; Stand up , my God , in my Defence , and keep me safe from Harm . Bring forth thy Spear , and stop their course that haste my Blood to spill ; Say to my Soul , " I am thy Health , " and will preserve thee still . Let them with Shame be cover'd o'er who my Destruction sought ; And such as did my Harm devise be to Confusion brought . Then shall they fly , dispers'd like Chaff before the driving Wind ; God's vengeful Minister of Wrath shall follow close behind . And when thro' dark and slipp'ry ways they strive his Rage to shun , His vengeful Ministers of Wrath shall goad them as they run . Since unprovok'd by any Wrong they hid their treach'rous Snare ; And for my harmless Soul a Pit did causlessly prepare ; Surpriz'd by Mischiefs unforeseen , by their own Arts betray'd ; Their Feet shall fall into the Net which they for me had laid . Whilst my glad Soul shall God's great Name for this Deliv'rance bless ; And by his saving Health secur'd , a grateful Joy express . My very Bones shall say , O Lord , who can compare with Thee ? Who sett'st the poor and helpless Man from strong Oppressrs free ?
PART II. False Witnesses , with forg'd Complaints , against my Truth combin'd ; And to my charge such things they laid as I had ne'er design'd . The Good which I to them had done with Evil they repaid ; And did by Malice undeserv'd , my harmless Life invade . But as for me , when they were sick , I still in Sackcloath mourn'd ; I pray'd and fasted , and my Pray'r to my own Breast return'd . Had they my Friends or Brethren been , I could have done no more ; Nor with more decent signs of Grief , a Mother's Loss deplore . How diff'rent did their Carriage prove , in times of my distress ? When they , in Crowds together met , did savage Joy express . The Rabble too in mighty Throngs , by their Example came ; And ceas'd not with reviling Words , to wound my spotless Fame . Scoffers , that noble Tables haunt , and earn their Bread with Lies , Did gnash their Teeth , and sland'ring Jests maliciously devise . But , Lord , how long wilt thou look on ? on my Behalf appear ; And save my guiltless Soul , which they like rav'ning Beasts would tear .
PART III. So I before the list'ning World , shall grateful Thanks express ; And where the great Assembly meets , thy Name with Praises bless . Lord , suffer not my causeless Foes , who me unjustly hate , With open Joy , or secret Signs , to mock my sad Estate . For they , with Hearts averse from Peace , industriously devise , Against the Men of quiet Minds to forge malicious Lies . Nor with these private Arts content , aloud they vent their Spite ; And say , " At last we found him out , " he did it in our sight . But thou , who dost both them and me with righteous Eyes survey , Assert my Innocence , O Lord , and keep not far away . Stir up thy self , in my behalf to Judgment , Lord , awake ; Thy righteous Servant's Cause , O God , to thy Decision take . Lord , as my Heart has upright been , let me thy Justice find ; Nor let my cruel Foes obtain the Triumph they design'd . O let them not amongst themselves in boasting Language say , " At length our Wishes are compleat , " at last he is made our Prey . Let such as in my Harm rejoyc'd , for shame their Faces hide ; And foul Dishonour wait on those that proudly me defy'd : Whilst they with chearful Voices shout ; who my just Cause befriend ; And bless the Lord , who loves to make Success his Saints attend . So shall my Tongue thy Judgments sing , inspir'd with grateful Joy ; And chearful Hymns in praise of thee , shall all my Days employ .
PSALM XXXVI . My crafty Foe , with flatt'ring Art his wicked purpose would disguise ; But Reason whispers to my Heart , he ne'er sets God before his Eyes . He sooths himself , retir'd from sight , secure he thinks his treach'rous Game ; Till his dark Plots , expos'd to Light , Their false Contriver brand with Shame . In Deeds he is my Foe consest , whilst with his Tongue he speaks me fair : True Wisdom's banish'd from his Breast , and Vice has sole Dominion there . His wakeful Malice spends the Night in forging his accurst Designs . His obstinate unregen'rate Spite no execrable means declines . But , Lord , thy Mercy , my sure Hope , above the heav'nly Orb ascends ; Thy sacred Truth 's unmeasur'd scope beyond the spreading Skie extends . Thy justice , like the Hills remains ; unfathom'd Depths thy Judgments are ; Thy Providence the World sustains , the whole Creation is thy Care . Since of thy Goodness All partake , with what Assurance should the Just . Thy sheltring Wings their Refuge make , and Saints to thy Protection trust ? Such Guests shall to thy Courts be led , to banquet on thy Love's Repast . And drink , as from a Fountain's head , of Joys that shall for ever last . With Thee the Springs of Life remain , thy Presence is eternal Day ; O! let thy Saints thy Favour gain ; to upright Hearts thy Truth display . Whilst Pride's insulting Foot would spurn , and wicked Hand my Life surprize : Their mischiefs on themselves return ; down , down they 'r fall'n no more to rise .
PSALM XXXVII . THo' wicked Men grow Rich or Great , Yet let not their successful State , thy Anger or thy Envy raise ; For they , cut down like tender Grass , Or like young Flow'rs , away shall pass , whose blooming Beauty soon decays , Depend on God , and him obey , So thou within the Land shalt stay , secure from Danger , and from Want : Make his Commands thy chief Delight , And He , thy Duty to requite , shall all thy earnest Wishes grant . In all thy ways trust thou the Lord , And he will needful Help afford to perfect ev'ry just Design ; And make , like Light , serene and clear , Thy clouded Innocence appear , and as a mid-day Sun to shine , With quiet mind on God depend , And patiently for him attend ; nor let thy Anger sondly rise : Tho' wicked Men with Wealth abound , And with Success the Plots are crown'd , which they maliciously devise . From Anger cease , and Wrath forsake , Let no ungovern'd Passion make thy wav'ring Heart espouse their Crime ; For God shall sinful Men destroy , Whilst only they the Land enjoy who trust on him , and wait his time . How soon shall wicked Men decay ! Their Place shall vanish quite away , nor by the strictest search be found : Whilst humble Souls possess the Earth , Rejoycing still with godly Mirth , with Peace and Plenty always crown'd .
PART II. While sinful Crowds with false Design , Against the righteous few combine , and gnash their teeth , and threatning stand ; God shall their empty Plots deride , And laugh at their defeated Pride : he sees their Ruin near at hand . They draw the Sword and bend the Bow , The Poor and Needy to o'erthrow , and Men of Upright Lives to slay : But their strong Bows shall soon be broke , Their sharpen'd Weapon's mortal Stroke thro' their own Hearts shall force its way . A little , with God's Favour bles , And by one Righteous Man possest , the Wealth of many Bad excels : For God supports the just Man's Cause , But as for those that break his Laws , their unsuccessful Pow'r he quells . His constant Care the Upright guides , And over all their Life presides , their Portion shall for ever last : They , when Distress o'rewhelms the Earth , And with Success the Plots are crown'd , which they maliciously devise . From Anger cease , and Wrath forsake , Let no ungovern'd Passion make thy wav'ring Heart espouse their Crime ; For God shall sinful Men destroy , Whilst only they the Land enjoy who trust on him , and wait his time . How soon shall wicked Men decay ! Their Place shall vanish quite away , nor by the strictest search be found : Whilst humble Souls possess the Earth , Rejoycing still with godly Mirth , with Peace and Plenty always crown'd .
PART II. While sinful Crowds with false Design , Against the righteous few combine , and gnash their teeth , and threatning stand ; God shall their empty Plots deride , And laugh at their defeated Pride : he sees their Ruin near at hand . They draw the Sword and bend the Bow , The Poor and Needy to o'erthrow , and Men of Upright Lives to slay : But their strong Bows shall soon be broke , Their sharpen'd Weapon's mortal Stroke thro' their own Hearts shall force its way . A little , with God's Favour bles , And by one Righteous Man possest , the Wealth of many Bad excels : For God supports the just Man's Cause , But as for those that break his Laws , their unsuccessful Pow'r he quells . His constant Care the Upright guides , And over all their Life presides , their Portion shall for ever last : They , when Distress o'rewhelms the Earth , Shall be unmov'd , and ev'n in Dearth The happy Fruits of Plenty taste . Not so the wicked Men , and those Who proudly dare God's Will oppose ; destruction is their hapless share : Like Fat of Lambs , their Hopes and they Shall in an instant melt away , and vanish into Smoak and Air.
PART III. Whilst Sinners , brought to sad Decay , Still borrow on , and never pay , The Just have Will and Pow'r to give : For such as God vouchsafes to bless , Shall peaceably the Earth possess ; And those he curses shall not live . The good Man's way is God's Delight , He orders all the Steps aright of him that moves by his Command ; Though he sometimes may be distress'd , Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd , for God upholds him with his Hand . From my first Youth till Age prevail'd , I never saw the Righteous fail'd , or Want o'ertake his numerous Race ; Because Compassion fill'd his Heart , And he did chearfully impart ; God made his Offspring's Wealth increase . With Caution shun each wicked Deed , In Virtue 's ways with Zeal proceed , and so prolong your happy Days : For God who Judgment loves , does still Preserve his Saints secure from Ill , while soon the wicked Race decays . The Upright shall possess the Land , His Portion shall for Ages stand ; his Mouth with Wisdom is suppli'd , His Tongue by Rules of Judgment moves , His Heart the Law of God approves , therefore his Footsteps never slide .
PART IV. In wait the watchful Sinner lies In vain the Righteous to surprise ; in vain his Ruin does decree ; God will not him defenceless leave , To his Revenge expos'd , but save , and when he 's sentenc'd , set him free . Wait still on God , keep his Command , And thou Exalted in the Land , thy blest Possession ne'er shall quit . The Wicked soon destroy'd shall be , And , at his dismal Tragedy thou shalt a safe Speator sit . The Wicked I in Pow'r heve seen , And like a Bay-tree fresh and green that spreads its pleasant Branches round : But he was gone as swift as Thought , And though in ev'ry place I sought , no sign or track of him I found . Observe the Perfect Man with Care , And mark all such as Upright are ; their roughest days in Peace mail end ; While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred Will oppose , a common Ruin shall attend . God to the Just will'Aid afford , Their only Safeguard is the Lord , their Strength in times of Need is He , Because on him they still depend , The Lord will timely Succour send , and from the Wicked set them free .
PSALM XXXVIII . THY chast'ning Wrath , O Lord , restrain , though I deserve it all ; Nor let at once on me the storm of the Displeasure sall . In ev'ry wretched Part of me thy Arrows deep remain ; Thy heavy Hand 's afflicting weight I can no more sustain . My Flesh is one continued Wound , thy Wrath so fiercely glows ; Betwixt my Punishment and Guilt my Bones have no repose . My Sins that to a Deluge swell , my sinking Head o'erslow , And for my feeble Strength to bear too vast a Burthen grow . Stench and Corruption fill my Wounds , my Folly 's just Return . With Trouble I am warp'd and bow'd , and all day long I mourn . A loath'd Disease afflicts my Loins , infecting ev'ry part ; With Sickness-worn , I groan and roar thro' Anguish of my Heart .
PART . II. But , Lord , before thy searching Eyes all my Desires appear : And sure my Groans have been too loud , not to have reach'd thine Ear. My Heart 's opprest , my Strength decay'd , my Eyes depriv'd of Light : Friends , Lovers , Kinsmen gaze aloof on such a dismal Sight . Mean while the Foes that seek my Life , their Snares to take me set ; Vent Slanders , and contrive all Day to sorge some new Deceit . But I , as if both Deaf and Dumb , nor heard , nor once reply'd : Quite deaf and dumb , like one whose tongue with conscious Guilt is ty'd . For Lord to thee I do appeal my Innocence to clear ; Assr'd that thou , the righteous God , my injur'd Cause wilt hear . " Hear me , said I , left my proud Foes " a spiteful Joy display ; Insulting if they see my Foot " but once to go astcray . And , With Continual Grief opprest to sink I now ! begin . To thee , O Lord , I will confess , to thee bewail my Sin . But whilst I languish , my proud Foes their Strength and Vigour boast ; And they that hate me without Cause are grown a dreadful Host . Ev'n they , whom . I oblig'd , return my Kindness with Despight ; And are my Enemies , because I chuse the Path that 's right . Forsake me not , O Lord my God , nor far from me depart ; Make haste to my relief , O Thou , who my Salvation art .
PSALM XXXIX . REsolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways , I kept my Tongue in aw ; I curb'd my hasty words when I the Wicked prosp'rous saw . Like one thai's Dumb I silent stood , and did my Tongue refrain From good Discourse ; but that restraint incres'd my inward Pain . My Heart did glow With working thoughts , and Repose cou'd take ; Till strong Reflecion fann'd the Fire , and thus at length I spake . Lord , let me'know my term of Days , how soon my Life will end ; The num'rous Train of Ills disclose , which this frail State attend . My Life , thou know'st is but a Span , a Cypher sums my Years ; And ev'ry Man in best Estate but Vanity appears . Man , like a Shadow , vainly walks , with fruitless Cares oppress'd ; He heaps up Wealth , but cannot tell by whom 't will be possess'd . Why then S ; hould I on worthless Toys with anxious Care attend ? On thee alone , my stedfast Hope shall ever , Lord , depend . Forgive my Sins , nor let me scorn'd by foolish Sinners be ; For I was Dumb , and murmur'd not , because 't was done by Thee . The dreadful Burthen of thy Wrath in Mercy soon remove ; Lest my frail Flesh , too weak to bear the heavy Load , s ; hould prove . For when thou chast'nest Man for Sin , thou mak'st his . Beauty fade , ( So vain a thing is he ! ) like Cloth by fretting Moths decay'd . Lord , hear my Cry , accept my Tears , and listen to my Pray'r ; Who sojourn like a Stranger here , as all my Fathers were . O spare me yet a litle time , my wasted Strength , restore ; Before I vanish quite from hence , and shall be seen no more .
PSALM XL : I Waited meekly for the Lord , till he vouchsas'd a kind reply ; Who did his gracious Ear afford , and heard from Heav'n my humble Cry ; He took me from the dismal Pit when founder'd deep in miry Clay ; On solid Ground he plac'd my Feet , and suffer'd not my Steps to stray . The Wonders he for me has wrought , shall fill my mouth with Songs of Praise ; And others , to his Worship brought ; to hopes of like Deliv'rance raise . For Blessings shall that Man reward , who on th' Almighty Lord relies ; Who treats the Proud with Disregard , and hates the Hypocite's Disguise . Who can the wond'rous Works recount , which thou , O God , for us hast wrought ? The Treasures of thy Love surmount the Pow'r of numbers , speech , and thought . I've learn'd , that Thou hast not desir'd , Off'rings and Sacrifice alone ; Nor Blood of guiltless Beasts requir'd , for Man's Transgression to atone . I therefore come — come to fulfil the Oracles thy Books impart : 'T is my delight to do thy Will ; thy Law is written in my Heart .
PART II. In full Assemblies I have told thy Truth and Rightcousncss at large ; Nor did , thou know'st , my Lips with-hold from utt'ring what thou gav'st in charge . Nor kept within my Breast confin'd , thy faithtulness and saving Grace , But Preach thy Love , for All design'd ; that all might that , and Truth embrace , Then let those Mercies I decar'd to others , Lord , extend to me ; Thy loving Kindne : s ; s my Reward , thy Truth my safe Protecion be . For I with troubles am distrest , too numberless for me to bear ; Nor less with loads of Guilt opprest , that plunge and sink me to Despair . As soonr alas ! may I recount the Hairs on this afflicted Head ; My vanquisht Courage they surmount , and fill my drooping Soul with Dread
PART III. But , Lord , to my Relief draw near , for never was more pressing Need ! In my Deliv'rance , Lord , appear , and add to that Deliv'rance , Speed . Confusion on their Heads return , who to destroy my Soul combine ; Let them defeated blush and mourn , ensnar'd in their own vile design . Their Doom let Desolation be , with Shame their Malice be repaid , Who mock'd my Confidence in Thee , and sport of my Assction made . While those who humbly seek thy Face to joyful Triumphs shll be rais'd ; And all who prize thy Saying Grace with me resound , The Lord be prais'd . Thus , wretched tho' I am and poor , of me th' Almighty Lord takes care . Thou , God , who only canst restore , to my relief with Speed repair .
PSALM XLI . HAppy the Man , whose tender Care relieves the poor distrest ; When Troubles compass him around , the Lord shall give him Rest . The Lord his Life , with Blessings crown'd , in Safety shall prolong ; And disappoint the Will of those that seek to do him wrong . If he in languishing estate opprest with Sickness lye ; The Lord will easy make his Bed , and inward Strength supply . Secure of This , to thee , my God , I thus my Pray'r address'd ; " Lord , for thy Mercy , heal my Soul , " tho' I have much transgress'd . My cruel Foes , with sland'rous words , attempt to wound my Fame . " When shall he die , ( say they ) and Men " forget his very Name ? Suppose they formal Visits make , t is all but empty show ; They gather Mischief in their Hearts , and vent it where they go . With private Whispers , such as these , to hurt me they devise ; " A sore Disease afflicts him now , " he 's fall'n , no more to rise : My own familiar Bosom-Friend on whom I most rely'd , Has me , whose daily Guest he was , with open Scorn defy'd . But thou , my sad and wretched State , in Mercy , Lord , regard ; And raise me up , that all their Crimes may meet their just Reward . By this , I know , thy gracious Ear is open when I call ; Because thou suff'rest not my foes to triumph in my Fall . Thy tender care secures my life from Danger and Disgrace ; And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still before thy glorious Face . Let therefore Is'els Lord and God from age to age be bless'd ; And all the People's glad Applause with loud Amens express'd .
PSALM XLII . AS pants the Hart for cooling Streams , when heated in the chace , So longs my Soul , O God , for thee , and thy refreshing Grace . For thee , my God , the living God , my thirsty Soul doth pine ; O when shall I behold thy Face , thou Majesty Divine ! Tears are my constant Food , while thus insulting Foes upbraid , " Deluded Wretch , where 's now thy God ? " and where his promis'd Aid ? I sigh , when-e'er my musing Thoughts those happy Days present , When I with Troops of pious Friends thy Temple did frequent . When I advanc'd with Songs of Praise , my solemn Vows to pay , And led the joyful sacred Throng that kept the Festal Day . Why restless , why cast down , my Soul ? truft God , who will employ His Aid for thee ; and change these Sighs to thankful Hymns of Joy . My Soul 's cast down , O God , but thinks on thee , and Sion still ; From fordan's Bank , from Hermon's Heights , and Missar's humbler Hill . One Trouble calls another on , and gath'ring o'er my Head , Fall spouting down , till round my Soul a roaring Sea is spread . But when thy Presence , Lord of Life , has once dispell'd this Storm , To thee I'II midnight-Anthems sing , and all my Vows porform . God of my Strength , how long shall I like one forgotten mourn ? Forlorn , forsaken , and expos'd to my oppressor's Scorn . My Heart is pierc'd , as with a Sword , whilst thus my Foes upbraid ; " Vain Boaster , where is now thy God ? " and where his promis'd Aid ? Why reftless , why cast down my Soul ? hope still , and thou shalt sing The Praise of him who is thy God , thy Health 's Eternal Spring .
PSALM XLIII . JUST Judge of Heav'n , against ' my Foes do thou affert my injur'd Right : O set me free , my God , from those that in Deceit and Wrong delight . Since thou art still my only Stay , Why leav'st thou me in deep Distress ? Why go I mourning all the Day , whilst me insulting Foes oppress ? Let me with Light and Truth be blest , be these my Guides , to lead the way , Till on thy holy Hill I rest , and in thy sacred Temple , pray . Then will I there fresh Altars raise to God , who is my only joy ; And well-tun'd Harps witn Songs of Praise shall all my grateful Hours employ . Why then cast down , my'Soul , and why so much opprest with arixious Care ? On God , thy God , for Aid rely , who will thy ruin'd State repair .
PSALM XLIV O Lord , our Fathers oft have told in our attentive Ears , Thy Wonders in their days'perform'd , and elder Times than theirs : How Thou , to plant them here , didst drive the Heathen from this Land ; Dispeopled by repeated Strokes of thy avenging Hand . For , not their Courage nor their Sword to them possession gave ; Nor strength , that from unequal Force their fainting Troops could save ; But thy Right-hand , and pow'rful Arm , whose Succour they implor'd , Thy Presence with the chosen Race , who thy great Name ador'd . As Thee their God our Fathers own'd , thou art our Sov'reign King ; O therefore , as thou didst to them , to us Deliv'rance bring . Thro' thy victorious Name our Arms the proudest Foe shall quell , And crush 'em with repeated Strokes as oft as they rebel . I 'll neither trust my Bow nor Sword , when I in Fight ingage ; But Thee , who hast our Foes subdu'd , and sham'd their spiteful Rage . To Thee the Triumph we ascribe , from whom the Conquest came ; In God we will rejoyce all Day , and ever bless his Name .
PART II. But thou hast cast us off , and now most shamefully we yield ; for thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead our Armies to the Field . Since when , to every upstart Foe we turn our Backs in Fight ; And with our Spoil their Malice feast , who bear us ancient Spite . To Slaughter doom'd , we fall like Sheep into their butch'ring Hands ; Or ( what 's more wretched yet ) survive disperst thro' Heathen Lands . Thy People thou hast sold for Slaves , and set their Price so low , That not thy Treasure by the Sale , but their Disgrace may grow . Reproach'd by all the Nations round , the Heathea's By-word grown , Whose Scorn of us is both in Speech , and mocking Gestures shown . Confusion strikes me blind , my Face in conscioiis shame I hide ; While we are seoff'd , and God blasphem'd by their licentious pride .
PART III. On us this Heap of Woes is fall'n , all this we have endur'd ; Yet have not , Lord , renoune'd thy Name ; or Faith to thee abjur'd . But in thy righteous Paths have kept our Hearts ana Steps with Care ; Tho'thou hast broken all bur Strength , and we almost despair . Could we , forgetting thy great Name , on other Gods rely , And not the Searcher of all Hearts the treach'rous Crime descry ? Thou seest what Suff'rings for thy sake we ev'ry day sustain ; All slaughter'd , or reserv'd like Sheep appointed to be slain . Awake , arise ; let seeming Sleep no longer thee detain ; Nor let us , Lord , who sue to thee , for ever sue in vain . O wherefore hidest thou thy Face from our afflicted state ? Whose Soul 's and Bodies sink to Earth with Griefs oppressive Weight . Arise , O Lord , and timely Haste to our Deliv'rance make ; Redeem us , Lord , — if not for our's , yet for thy Mercy 's sake .
PSALM XLV . WHile I the King 's loud Praise rehearse , endited by my Heart , My Tongue is like the Pen of him that writes with ready Art . How matchless is thy Form , O King ! thy Mouth with Grace o'erflows ; Because fresh Blessings God on thee eternally bestows . Gird on thy Sword , most mighty Prince , and clad in rich Array , With glorious Ornaments of Pow'r , Majestick Pomp display . Ride on in state , and still protect the Meek , the Just , and True ; Whilst thy Right-hand with swift Revenge does all thy Foes pursue . How sharp thy Weapons are to them that dare thy Pow'r despise , Down , down they fall , while through their Heart the feather'd Arrow flies . But thy firm Throne , O God , is fix'd for ever to endure ; Thy Scepter 's Sway shall always last , by righteous Laws secure . Because thy Heart , by Justice led , did upright Ways approve , And hated still the crooked Paths where wand'ring Sinners rove . Therefore did God , thy God , oh thee the Oyl of Gladness shed ; And has above thy Fellows round advanc'd thy losty Head . With Cassia , Aloes and Myrrh thy Royal Robes abound ; Which from the stately Wardrobe bronght spread grateful Odours round . Among the honourable Train did Princely Virgins wait , The Queen was plac'd at thy Right-hand , in Golden Robes of State .
PART II. But thou , O Royal Bride , give ear and to my Words attend ; Forget thy Native Country now , and ev'ry former Friend . So shall thy Beauty charm the King , nor shall his Love decay ; For he is now become thy Lord , to him due Rev'rence pay . The Tyrian Matrons rich and proud shall humble Presents make ; And all the wealthy Nations sue , thy Favour to partake . The King 's fair Daughter 's fairer Soul all inward Graces fill , Her Raiment is of purest Gold , adorn'd with costly Skill . She , in her nuptial Garment dress'd , with needles richly wrought , Attended by her Virgin Train , shall to the King be brought . With all the State of solemn Joy the Triumph moves along , Till with wide Gates the Royal Court receives the pompous Throng . Thou , in thy Royal Father's room , must princely Sons expect ; Whom thou to diff'rent Realms may'st send to govern ancl protect : Whilst this my Song to future times transmits thy Glorious Name ; And makes the World , with'one consent , thy lasting Praise proclaim ,
PSALM XLVI . GOD is our Refuge in Distress , A present Help when Dangers press ; In him undaunted we 'll conside : Tho' Earth were from her Centre tost , And Mountains in the Ocean lost , torn piece-meal by the roaring Tide . A gentler Stream with Gladness still The City of our Lord shall fill , the Royal Seat of God most High : God dwells in Sion , whose fair Towers Shall mock th' Affaults of Earthly Pow'rs , while his Almighty Aid is nigh . In Tumults when the Heathen rag'd , And Kingdoms War against us wag'd , he thunder'd and dispers'd their Powers : The Lord of Hosts conducts our Arms , Our Tower of Refuge in Alarms , our Fathers Guardian-God and ours . Come , fee the Wonders he hath wronght , On Earth what Desolation brought , How he has calm'd the jarring World : He broke the warlike Spear and Bow ; With them their thund ring Chariots too into devouring Flames were hurl'd . Submit to God's Almighty Sway , For him the Heathen shall obey , and Earth her Sov'reign Lord confess . The God of Holts conducts our Arms , Our Tower of Refuge in Alarras , As to our Fathers in Difsress .
PSALM XLVII . O All ye People clap your hands , And with triumphant Voices sing ; No force the mighty Power withstands , Of God , the universal King . He shall opposing Nations quell , and with succefs pur Battels fight ; Shall fix the Place where we must dwell , the Pride of Jacob , his Delight . God is gone up , our Lord and King , with Shouts of Joy and Trumpets Sound ; To him repeated Praises sing ; and let the chearful Song go round . Your utmost Skill in Praise be shown , for him who all the World commands ; Who sits upon his righteous Throne , and spreads his Sway o'er Heathen Lands ; Our Chiefs and Tribes , that far from hence to serve the God of Abr'am came , Found Him their constant sure Defence . How great and glorious is his Name !
PSALM XLVIII . THE Lord , the only God , is great , and greatly to be prais'd ; In Sion , on whose happy Mount his sacred Throne is rais'd . Her Towers the Joy of all the Earth , with beauteous Prospect rise : On her North-side , the Almighty Kings imperial City lies . God in her Palaces is known , his Presence is her Guard . Confed'rate Kings withdrew their Siege , and of Succefs despair'd . They view'd her Walls , admir'd and fled , with Grief and Terror struck , Like Women whom the sudden Pangs of Travail had o'retook . No wretched Grew of Mariners appear like them forlorn , When Fleets , from Tarshish wealthy Coasts ; by Eastern Winds are torn . In Sion we have seen perform'd a Work that was foretold ; In pledge that God , for times to come , his City will uphold . Not in our Fortresses and Walls did we , O God , conside , But on the Temple fix'd our Hopes , in which thou dost reside . According to thy Sov'reign Name , thy Praise through Earth extends , Thy powerful Arm , as Justice guides , chastises or defends . Let Sion's Mount with Joy resound , her Daughters all be taught In Songs his Judgments to extol , who this Deliv'rance wrought . Compass her Walls in solemn Pomp , your Eyes quite round her cast , Count all her Towers , and see if there you find a Stone displac'd . Her Forts and Palaces survey , observe their Order well ; That , with Allurance , to your Heirs , this Wonder you may tell , This God is ours , and will be ours , whilst we in him conside ; Who , as he has preserv'd us now , till Death will be our Guide .
PSALM XLIX . LET all the list'ning World attend , and my Instruion hear ; Let High and Low , and Rich and Poor with joint Consent give Ear : My Mouth , with sacred Wisdom fill ; d , shall good Advice impart , The sound Result of prudent Thoughts , digested in my Heart . To Parables of weighty Sense I will my Ear incline ; Whilst to my tuneful Harp I sing dark Words of deep Design . Why should my Courage fail in times of Danger and of Doubt ? When Sinners , that would me supplant , have compass'd me about ? Those Men that all their Hope and Trust in Heaps of Treasure place , And boast and triumph when they see their ill-got . Wealth , increase ; Are yet unable from the Grave their dearest Friend to ? free ; Nor can by Force or Bribes reverse th' Almighty , Lord's Decree . Their vain Endeavours they maust quit , the Price is held too high ; No Sums can purchase such a Grant , that Man should never die . Not Wisdom can the Wise exempt , nor Fools their Folly save ; But both must perish , and in Death their Wealth to others leave . For tho' they think their stately Seats shall ne'er to Ruin fall ; But their remembrance last , in Lands which by their Names they call ; Yet shall their Fame be soon forgot how great fo'er their State ; With Beasts tneir Mernory and they shall share one common Fate .
PART II. How great their Folly is who thus absurd Conclusions make ! And yet their Children , unreclaim'd , repeat the gross Mistake . They all , like Sheep to slaughter led ; the Prey of Death are made ; Their Beauty , while the Just rejoice , within the Grave shall fade . But God will yet redeem my Soul , and from the greedy Grave His greater Pow'r shall fet me free ; and to himself receive . Then fear not thou ; when Worldly Men in envi'd Wealth abound , Nor tho' their prosp'rous House increase , with State and Honour Crown'd , For when they 're summon'd hence by Death they leave all this behind ; No shadow of their former Pomp within the Grave they find ; And yet they thought their State was blest ; caught in the Flatt ; rers Snare , Who with their Vanity comply'd , and prais'd their worldly care In their Forefathers Steps they tread and when , like them , they die , Their wretched Ancestors and they in endless Darkness lie . For Man , how great foe're his State , unless he 's truly wise , As , like a sensual Beast he lives , so , like a Beast he dies .
PSALM L. THE Lord hath spoke , the mighty God Hath sent his Summons all abroad , From dawning Light till Day declines : The list'ning Earth his Voice hath heard , And he from Sion hath appear'd , Where Beauty in Perfection shines . Our God shall come , and keep no more Misconstru'd silence as before , But wasting Flames before him send : Around shall Tempests fiercely rage , While he does Heav'n and Earth engage His just Tribunal to attend , Assemble all my Saints to me ( Thus runs the great Divine Decree ) That in my lasting Cov'nant live , And Off'rings bring with constant Care , ( The Heavens his Justice shall declare , For God himself shall Sentence give . Attend , my People ; Isr'l , hear Thy strong Accuser I 'll appear ; Thy God , thy only God am I ; 'T is not of Off'rings I complain , Which , daily in my Temple slain , My sacred Altai did supply . Will this alone Atonement make ? No Bullock from thy Stall I 'll take , Nor He-goat from thy Fold accept : The Forest Beasts that range alone ; The Cattel too are all my own , That on a thousand Hills are kept . I know the Fowls , that build their Nests In craggy Rocks ; and salvage Beasts , That loosely haunt the open Fields . If seiz'd with Hunger I could be , I need not seek Relief from Thee , Since the World 's mine , and all it yields . Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd Bulls and Goats to feed , To eat their Flesh , and drink their Blood ? The Sacrifices I require , Are Hearts which Love and Zeal inspire , And Vows with strictest Care made good . In time of Trouble call on me , And I will set thee safe and free ; And thou returns of Praise shalt make : But to the Wicked thus faith God , How dar'st thou teach my Laws abroad , Or in thy Mouth my Cov'nant take ? For stubborn thou , confirtn'd in Sin , Hast proof against Instrucion been , And of my Word didst lightly speak : When thou a subtle Thief didst see , Thou gladly didst with him agree , And with Adult'rers didst partake . Vile Slander is thy chief Delight , Thy Tongue , by Envy mov'd and Spight , Deceitful Tales does hourly spread : Thou dost with hateful Scandals wound Thy Brother , and with Lies confound The Offspring of thy Mother's Bed . These things didst thou , whom still I strove To gain with Silence and with Love ; Till thou didst wickedly surmise , That I was such a one as thou ; But I 'll reprove and shame thee now , And set thy Sins before thine Eyes . Mark this , ye wicked Fools , left I , Let all my Bolts of Vengeance fly , Whilst none shall dare your cause to own . Who praises me due Honour gives , And to the Man that justly lives , My strong Salvation shall be shown .
PSALM LI. HAve Mercy , Lord , on me , as thou wert ever kind ; Let me , opprest with Loads of Guilt , thy wonted Mercy find . Wash off my soul Offence , and cleanse me from my Sin ; For I confess my Crime , and , see how great my Guilt has been . Against Thee , Lord , alone , and only in thy fight Have I transgress'd , and tho' Condemn'd , must own thy Judgment right . In Guilt each part was form'd of all this sinful Frame ; In Guilt I was conceiv'd , and born the Heir of Sin and Shame . Yet thou , whose searching Eye does inward Truth require , In secret didst with Wisdom's Laws my tender Soul inspire , With Hyssop purge me , Lord , and so I clean shall be : I shall with show in whiteness vie , when purifi'd by thee . Make me to hear with Joy , thy kind forgiving Voice , That so the Bones which thou hast broke , may with fresh strength rejoice . Blot out my crying Sin , nor me in Anger view ; Create in me a Heart that 's clean , and upright mind renew .
PART II. Withdraw not thou thy Help , nor cast me from thy sight ; Nor let thy Holy Spirit take its everlasting Flight ; The Joy thy Favour gives let me again obtain ; And thy free Spirit 's firm support my fainting Soul sustain . So I thy righteous Ways to Sinners will impart , Whilst my Advice shall wicked Men to thy just Laws convert . My Guilt of Blood remove , my Saviour and my God ; And my glad Tongue shall loudly tell thy righteous Acts abroad . Do thou unlock my Lips , with Sorrow clos'd and shame : So shall my Mouth thy wondrous Praise to all the World proclaim . Could Sacrifice atone , whole Flocks and Herds should die ; But on such Off'rings thou disdain'st to cast a gracious Eye : A broken Spirit is by God most highly priz'd ; By him a broken contrite Heart shall never be despis'd , Let Sion Favour find , of thy Good Will assur'd ; And thy own City flourish long , by losty Walls secur'd . The Just shall then attend and pleasing Tribute pay ; And Sacrifice of choicest kind , upon thy Altar lay .
PSALM LII . IN vain , O Man of lawless Might , thou boast'st thy self in Ill ; Since God the God in whom I trust vouchsafes his Favour still Thy wicked Tongue does sland'ring Tales , maliciously devise : And sharper than a Razor set , it wounds with treach'rous Lies . Thy Thoughs are more on Ill than Good , on Lies than Truth employ'd , Thy Tongue delights in Words by which the Guiltless are destroy'd . God shall for ever blast thy Hopes , and snatch thee soon away ; Nor in thy dwelling-place permit , nor in the World to stay . The Just with pious Fear shall see the downfal of thy Pride ; And at thy sudden Ruin laugh , and thus thy fall deride : " See there the' haughty Man that was , " who proudly God defy'd , " Who trusted in his Wealth , and still " on wicked Arts rely'd . But I am like those Olive-Plants , that shade God's Temple round ; And hope with his indulgent Grace to be for ever crown'd . So shall my Soul with Praise , O God , extol thy wondrous Love ; And on thy Name with Patience wait ; for this thy Saints approve ,
PSALM LIII . THE wicked Fools must sure suppose that God is but a Name ; This gross Mistake their Practice shows , since Virtue all disclaim , The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high Tow'r the Sons of Men to view ; To see if any own'd his Pow'r , or Truth or Justice knew . But all , he faw , were backwards gone , degen'rate grown and base ; None for Religion car'd , not One of all the sinful Race . But are those Workers of Deceit s0 dull and sensless grown , That they like Bread my People eat , and God's just Pow'r disown ? Their causless Fears shall strangely grow ; and they , despis'd of God , Shall soon be foil'd ; his hand shall throw their shatter'd Bones abroad . Would he his siving Pow'r employ , to break our servile Band , Loud shouts of universal Joy should eccho through the Land .
PSALM LIV. LOrd , save me , for thy Glorious Name , and in thy Strength appear To judge my Cause : accept my Pray'r , and to my Words give Ear. Mere Strangers , whom I never wrong'd , to ruin me design'd ; And cruel Men , that fear no God , against my Soul combin'd . But God takes part with all my Friends ; and he 's the surest Guard ; The God of Truth shall give my Foes ; their Falshoods due reward . While I my grateful OfF'ring bring , and Sacrifice with Joy ; And in his Praise my time to come delightfully employ . From dreadful Danger and Distress the Lord has set me free ; Through him shall I of all my Foes the just Destruction see ,
PSALM LV. GIve ear , thou Judge of all the Earth , and listen when I pray ; Nor from thy humble Suppliant turn thy glorious Face away . Attend to this my sad complaint , and hear my grievous Moans ; Whilst I my mournful Case declare with artless Sighs and Groans . Hark! how the Foe insults aloud , how fierce Oppressors rage ! Whose sland'ring Tongues with wrathful hate against my Fame engage . My Heart is rack'd with Pain , my Soul with deadly Frights distrest ; With Fear and Trembling compass'd round , with Horror quite opprest . How often wish'd I then , that I the Dove 's swift Wings could get , That I might take my speedy Flight , and seek a safe Retreat ! Then would I wander far from hence , and in wild Desarts stray , Till all this surious Storm were spent , this tempest past away
PART II. Destroy , O Lord , their ill Designs , their counsels soon divide ; For , through the City , my griev'd Eyes have Strise and Rapine spy'd . By Day and Night on ev'ry Wall they walk their constant Round ; And in the midst of all her Strength , are Grief and Mischief found . Whoe're through ev'ry Part shall roam , with fresh Disorders meet ; Deceit and Guile their constant posts maintain in ev'ry Street . For'twas not any open Foe that false Reflections made ; For then I could with ease have born the bitter things he said : 'T was none who hatred had profest that did against me ris For then I had withdrawn my self Friend , from his malicious Eyes . But'twas ev'n thou , my Guide , my whom tend'rest Love did join ; Whose sweet Advice I valu'd most , whose Pray'rs were mixt with mine . Sure , Vengeance equal to their Crimes , such-Tray tors must surprize ; And sudden Death requite those Ills they wickedly devise ! But I will call on God , who still shall in my Aid appear ; At Morn , and Noon , and Night I 'll pray , and he my voice shall hear .
PART III. God has releas'd my Soul from those that did winh me contend ; And made a numerous Host of Friends my righteous Cause defend . For he who was my Help of old , shall now his suppliant hear ; And punish them whose prosp'rous State makes them no God to fear . Whom can I trust , if faithless Men perfidiously devise To ruin me , their peaceful Friend , and break the strongest Ties ! Tho soft and melting are their Words , their Hearts with War abound ; Their Speeches are more smooth than Oyl , and yet like Swords they wound . Do thou , my Soul , on God depend , and He shall thee sustain , He aids the Just , whom to supplant the Wicked strive in vain . My Foes , that trade in Lies and Blood , shall all untimely die ; Whilst I for Health and Length of Days on Thee , my God , rely .
PSALM LVI . DO Thou , O God , in Mercy help , for Man my Life pursues ; To crush me with repeated Wrongs , he daily Strife renews . Continually my spiteful Foes to ruin me combine ; Thou seest who sit'st enthron'd on high , what mighty Numbers join . But , tho' sometimes surpriz'd by Fear , ( on Danger 's first Alarm ) Yet still for Succour I depend on thy Almighty Arm. God's faithful Promise I shall praise , on which I now rely : In God I trust , and trusting him , the Arm of Flesh defy . They wrest my Words , and make 'em speak a Sense they never meant : Their Thoughts are all , with restless Spite , on ray Destrucion bent . In close Assemblies they combine , and wicked Projects lay , They watch my Steps , and lie in wait , to make my Soul their Prey . Shall such Injustice still escape ? O Righteous God arise ; Let thy just Wrath , ( too long provok'd ) this impious Race chastise . Thou numbrest all my Steps lince first I was compell'd to flee : My very Tears are treasur'd up , and regist'red by Thee . When therefore I invoke thy Aid , my Foes shall be o'erthrown ; For I am well assr'd that God my righteous cause will own . I 'll trust God's Word , and so despise ; the Force that Man can raise : To thee , O God , my Vows are due , to Thee I 'll render Praise : Thou haft retriev'd my Soul from Death ; and Thou wilt still secure The Life thou hast so oft preserv'd , and make my Footsteps sure ; That thus protected by thy Pow'r , I may this Light enjoy , And in the Service of my God my length'ned Days employ .
PSALM LVII . THY Mercy , Lord to me extend , on thy Protection I depend ; And to thy wing for shelter haste , Till this outragious Storm is past . To thy Tribunal , Lord , I fly , Thou Sov'reign Judge and God most high ; Who Wonders hast for me begun , And wilt not leave thy Work undone . From Heav'n protect me by thine Arm , And shame all those who seek my Harm ; To my Relief thy Mercy send , And Truth on which my Hopes depend . For I with salvage Men converse , Like hungry Lions wild and fierce , With men whose teeth are spears , their words Invenom'd Darts and two-edgM Swords . Be thou , O God , exalted high ; And , as thy Glory fills the Sky , So let it be on Earth displaid , Till thou art here , as there obey'd . To take me they'their Net prepar'd , And had almost my Soul ensnar'd , But fell themselves , by just Decree , Into the Pit they made for me . O God my Heart is fix'd , 't is bent Its thankful Tribute to present , And with my Heart , my Voice I 'll raise To thee , my God , in Songs of Praise . Awake my Glory ; Harp and Lute , No longer let your Strings be mute ; And I , my tuneful Part to take , Will with the early Dawn awake . Thy Praises , Lord , I will resound To all the list'ning Nations round : Thy Mercy highest Heav'n transcends . Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends . Be Thou , O God , exalted High ; And as thy Glory fills the Sky , So let it be on Earth displaid , Till thou art here , as there , obey'd .
PSALM LVIII . SPeak , O ye Judges of the Earth , if just your Sentence be , Or , most not Innocence appeal to Heav'n from your Decree ! Your wicked Hearts and Judgments are alike by Malice fway'd : Your griping Hands by weighty Bribes to Violence betray'd . To Virtue Strangers from the Womb ; their Insant-steps went wrong : They prattled Slander , and in Lies employ'd their lisping Tongue . No Serpent of parch'd Asrick's breed does ranker Poyson bear ; The drowsy Adder will as soon unlock his sullen Ear. Unmov'd by good Advice , and deaf as Adders they remain ; From whom the skilful Charmer's Voice can no Attention gain . Deseat , O God , their threat'ning Rage , and timely break their Pow'r : Disarm these growing Lions Jaws , e'er practis'd to devour . Let now their insolence , at height , like ebbing Tides be spent ; Their shiver'd Darts deceive their Aim when they their Bow have bent . Like Snails let them dissolve to Slime ; like hasty Births become , Unworthy to behold the Sun , and Dead within the Womb. E'er Thorns can make the Fleshpots boil , tempestuous Wrath shall come From God , and snatch 'em hence , alive , to their eternal Doom . The Righteous shall rejoyce to see their Crimes such Vengeance meet , And Saints in Persecutors Blood , shall dip their harmless Feet . Transgressors then with Grief shall see just men Rewards obtain ; And own a God whose Justice will the guilty Earth arraign .
PSALM LIX . DEliver me , O Lord my God , from all my spiteful Foes ; In my Defence oppose thy Pow'r to theirs who me oppose . Preserve me from a wicked Race who make a Trade of Ill ; Protect me from remorseless Men who seek my Blood to spill . They lie in wait , and mighty Pow'rs against ; my Life combine : Implacable ; yet , Lord , thou know'st , for no Offence of mine . In haste they run about , and watch my guiltless Life to take : Look down , O Lord , on my Distress , and to my Help awake ! Thou , Lord of Hosts and Ifr'els God , their Heathen Rage suppress : Relentless Vengeance take on those who stubbornly transgress . At Ev'ning to beset my House like growling Dogs they meet ; While others through the City range , and ransack ev'ry Street . Their Throats envenom'd Slander breathe , their Tongues are sharpen'd Swords ; Who hears ( say they ) or hearing , dares reprove our lawless Words ? But from thy Throne thou shalt , O Lord ; their bassled Plots deride ; And soon to Scorn and Shame expose their boasted Heathen Pride . On Thee I wait , 't is on thy Strength for Succour I depend . 'T is Thou , O God , art my Defence , who only canst desend . Thy Mercy , Lord , which has so oft from Danger set me free , Shall crown my Wishes , and subdue my haughty Foes to me . Destroy 'em not , O Lord , at once , restrain thy vengeful Blow , Left we , ingratefully , too soon forget their Overthrow . Disperse'em through the Nations round by thy avenging Pow'r . Do Thou bring down their haughty Pride , O Lord , our Shield and Tow'r . Now in the Height of all their Hopes , their Arrogance chastise ; Whose Tongues have finn'd without restraint , and Curses join'd with Lies . Nor shalt thou whilst their Race endures , thine Anger , Lord , suppress , That distant Lands , by their just Doom , may Ifrael's God consess . AtEv'ning let them still persist like growling Dogs to meet , Still wander all the City round , and traverse ev'ry Street . Then , as for Malice now they do , for Hunger , let 'em stray . And yell their vain Complaints aloud , defeated of their Prey . Whilst early I thy Mercy sing . thy wond'rous PoW'r consess ; For thou hast been my sure Defence , my Refuge in Distress . To Thee with never-ceasing Praise , O God , my Strength , I 'll sing ; Thou art my God , the Rock from whence my Health and Safety Spring .
PSALM LX. O God who hast our Troops disperst , Forsaking Those who left Thee first ; As we thy just Displeasure mourn , To us in Mercy , Lord , return . Our Strength , that firm as Earth did shand , Is rent by thy avenging Hand ; O heal the Breaches thou hast made , We shake , we sall , without thy Aid ! Our Folly's sad Effects we feel , For drunk with Discord's Cup we reel , But now for them who thee rever'd , Thou hast thy Truth 's bright Banner rear'd . Let thy Right-hand thy Saints protect : Lord hear the Pray'rs that we direct . The Holy God has spoke : and I O'er-joy'd , on his firm Word rely . To Thee in Portions I 'll divide Fair Sichem's Soil , Samaria's Pride . To Sichem , Succoth next I 'll join , And measure out her Vale by Line : Manasseh , Gilead , both subseribe To my Commands , with Epbraim's Tribe ; Ephraim by Arms supports my Cause , And ' Judab by religious Laws . Moab my Slave and Drudge shall be , Nor Edom from my Yoke get free ; Proud Paleftine's imperious State Shall humbly on our Triumph wait . But who shall quell these mighty Pow'rs , And clear my Way to Edom's Tow'rs ? Or through her guarded Frontiers tread The Path that doth to Conquest lead ? Ey'n thou , O God , who hast disperst Our Troops , ( for we forsok Thee first ) Those whom thou didst in Wrath for sake , Aton'd , thou wilt victorious make . Do thou our fainting Cause sustain , For human Succours are but vain . Fresh Strength and Courage God beslows ; T is he treads down our proudest Foes .
PSALM LXI . LOrd , hear my Cry , regard my Pray'r , which I opprest with Grief , From Earth's remotest Parts address to Thee for kind Relief . O lodge me fase beyond the Reach of persecuting Pow'r , Thou who so oft from spiteful Foes , hast been my shelt'ring Tow'r . So shall I in thy sacred Courts secure from Danger lie : Beneath the Covert of thy Wings , all future Storms desy . In sign my Vows are heard , once more I o'er thy Chosen reign ; O bless with long and prosp'rous Life the King thou didst ordain . Confirm his Throne , and make his Reign accepted in thy fight , And let thy Truth and Mercy both in his Defence unite . So shall I ever sing thy Praise , thy Name for ever bless ; Devote my prosp'rous Days to pay the Vows of my Distress ;
PSALM LXII . MY Soul for Help on God relies , From him alone my safety slows : My Rock , my Health , that Strength supplies To bear the shock of all my Foes . How long will ye contrive my Fall ; Which will but hasten on your own ? You 'll totter like a bending Wall , Or Fence of uncemented Stone . To make my envy'd Honours less , They strive with Lies , their chief Delight ; For they , tho with their Mouths they bless , In private curse with inward Spite . But thou , my Soul , on God rely ; On him alone thy Trust repose ; My Rock and Health will strength supply . To bear the Shock of all my Foes . God does his saving Health dispense , And flowing Blessings daily send ; He is my For tress and Defence , On him my Soul shall still depend . In him , ye People , always trust , Before his Throne pour out your Hearts ; For God the Merciful and Just , His timely Aid to us imparts . The Vulgar sickle are and srail , The Great dislemble and betray ; And laid in Truth 's impartial Scale , The lightest Things will both outweigh . Then trust not in eppressive Ways , By Spoil and Rapine grow not vain ; Nor let your Hearts , if Wealth increase , Be set too much upon your Gain . For God has oft his Will express'd ; And I this Truth have fully known ; To be of boundlefs Pow'r pouess'd ; Belongs of right to God alone . Tho Mercy is his darling Grace , In which he chiefly takes delight ; Yet will he all the human Race According to their Works requite .
PSALM LXIII . O God my gracious God , to Thee My Morning Pray'rs shall offer'd be ; For thee my thirsty Soul does pant ; My fainting Flesh implores thy Grace , Within this dry and barren Place , Where I refreshing Waters want . O to my longing Eyes once more That , View of glorious Pow'r restore , Which thy majestick House displays : Because to me thy wondrous love Than Life it self does dearer prove , My Lips shall always speak thy Praise . My Life , While I that Life enjoy , In blessing God I will employ , With listed Hands adore his Name ! My Soul 's Content shall be as great , As theirs who choicest Dainties eat , While I with Joy his Praise proclaim . When down I lie sweet Sleep to find , Thou , Lord , art present to my Mind , And when I wake in dead of Night : Because thou still doth Succour bring , Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing , I rest with Safety and Delight . My Soul , when Foes would me devour , Cleaves fast to Thee , whose matchless Pow'r In her Support is daily shown : But those the Righteous Lord shall slay That my Destruction wish ; and they , That seek my Life , shall lose their own . They by untimely Ends shall die , Their Flesh a Prey to Foxes lie ; But God shall fill the King with Joy ; II Who Thee Confess shall still rejoyce , Whilst the false Tongue and lying Voice , Thou , Lord , shalt silence and destroy ,
PSALM LXIV . LOrd , hear the Voice of my Complaint ; to my Request give Ear. Preserve my Life from cruel Foes , and free my Soul from Fear O hide me with thy tend'rest Care in some secure Retreat . From Sinners that against me rise , and all their Plots deseat . See how intent to work my Harm , they whet their Tongues , like Swords . And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts ; sharp Lies and bitter Words ! Lurking in private at the just . they take their secret Aim ; And suddenly at him they shoot , quite void of Fear and Shame . To carry on their ill Designs ; they mutually agree ; They speak of laying private Snares ; and think that none shall see . With utmost Diligence and Care their wicked Plots they lay ; The deep Designs of all their Hearts are only to betray . But God , to Anger justly mov'd ; his dreadful Bow shall bend , And , on his flying Arrows point , shall swift Destruction send . Those Slanders , which their Mouths did upon themselves shall fall ; Their Crimes disclos'd , shall make them be despis'd and shun'd by all . The World shall then God's Power consess , and Nations trembling stand , Convinc'd that 't is this mighty Work of his avenging Hand . Whilst righteous Men , whom God secures , in him shall gladly trust ; And all the list'ning Earth shall hear loud Triumphs of the Just .
PSALM LXV . FOR Thee , O God , our constant Praise In Sion waits , thy chosen Seat ; Our promis'd Altars we will raise , And there our zealous Vows compleat . O Thou , who to my humble Pray'r Didst always bend thy list'ning Ear , To thee shall all Mankind repair , And at thy gracious Throne appear . Our Sins ( tho numberlefe ; ) in vain To stop thy slowing Mercy try ; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty Stain , And washest out the Crimson Die . Blest is the Man , who near Thee plac'd , Within thy sacred Dwelling lives ! Whilst we at humbler Distanee taste The vast delights thy Temple gives . By wond'rous Acts , O God , most just , Have we thy gracious Answer found ; In Thee remotest Nations trust , And those whom stormy Waves surround . God , by his Strength sets fast the Hills , And does his matchless Pow'r engage , With which the Sea 's loud Waves he stills , And angry Crowds tumultuous Rage .
PART II. Thou , Lord , dost barb'rous Lands disinay When they thy dreadful Tokens view : With Joy they see the Night and Day . Each other 's Track by turns pursue . From out thy unexhausted Store Thy Rain relieves the thirsty , Ground ; Makes Lands , that barren were before , With Corn and useful Fruits abound . On rising Ridges down it pours , And ev'ry furrow'd Valley fills ; Thou mak'st them soft with gentle Show'rs , In which a blest Increase distills . Thy Goodness does the circling Year With fresh Returns of Plenty crown ; And where thy glorious Paths appear , Thy fruitful Clouds drop Fatness down . They drop on barren Forests , chang'd By them to Pastures fresh and green ; The Hills about in order rang'd In beauteous Robes of Joy are seen . Large flocks with fleecy Wool adorn The chearful Downs ; the Vallies bring A plentuous Crop of full-ear'd Corn. And seem for Joy to shout and sing .
PSALM LXVI . LET all the Lands with shouts of Joy to God their Voices raise ; Sing Psalms in Honour of his Name , and spread his glorious Praise . And let them say , How dreadful , Lord , in all thy works art Thou ! To thy great Pow'r thy stubborn Foes shall all be forc'd to bow . Thro all the Earth the Nations round shall Thee their God consess ; And with glad Hymns their awful Dread of thy great Name express . O come , behold the works of God , and then with me you 'll own , That he to all the Sons of Men has wond'rous Judgments shown . He made the Sea become dry Land , thro' which our Fathers walk'd ; Whilst to each other of his Might with Joy his People talk'd . He by his Pow'r for ever rules ; his Eyes the World survey ; Let no presumptuous Man rebel against his Sov'reign sway .
PART II. O all ye Nations bless our God , and loudly speak his Praise ; Who keeps our Soul alive , and still confirms our sted fast Ways . For thou hast try'd us , ' Lord , as Fire does try the precious Ore ; Thou brought'st us into Straits , where we opperessing Burthens bore . Insulting Foes did us , their Slaves , thro Fire and Water chafe ; But yet at last thou brought'st us forth into a wealthy place . Burnt-off'rings to thy Honse I 'll bring , and there my Vows will pay ; Which I with solemn Zeal did make in Trouble's dismal Day . Then shall the richest Incense smoke , the sattest Rams shall fall , The choicest Goats from out the Fold , and Bullocks from the Stall . O come all ye that fear the Lord , attend with heedful Care ; Whilst I what God for me has done , with graceful Joy declare . As. I before his Aid implor'd , so now praise his Name ; Who if my Heart had harbour'd Sin , would all my Pray'rs disclaim . But God to me , whene'er I cry'd , his gracious Ear did bend ; And to the Voice of my Request with constant Love attend . Then bless'd for ever be my God , who never , when I pray , With-holds his Mercy from my Soul , nor turns his Face away .
PSALM LXVII . TO bless thy chosen Race , in Mercy , Lord , incline ; And cause the brightness of thy Face on all thy Saints to shine . That so thy wond'rous Ways may thro the World be known ; Whilst distant Lands their Tribute pay , and thy Salvation own . Let diffring Nations join to celebrate thy Fame ; Let all the World , O Lord , combine to praise thy glorious Name . O let them shout and sing , with Joy and pious Mirth , For Thou , the Righteous Judge and King , shalt govern all the Earth . Let diff'ring Nations join to celebrate thy same ; Let all the World , O Lord , combine to praise thy glorious Name . Then shall the teeming Ground a large increase disclose ; And we with Plenty shall be crown'd . which God , our God , bestows . Then God upon our Land shall constant Blessings show'r , And all the World in awe shall stand Of his resistless Pow'r
PSALM LXVIII . LET God , the God of Battel rife , And scatter his presumptuous Foes ; Let shameful Rout their Host surprize , Who spitefully his Pow'r oppose . As Smoak in Tempest's Rage is lost , Or Wax into the Furnace cast , So let their facrilegious Host Before his wrathful Presence waste . But let the Servants of his Will His Favour 's gentle Beams enjoy ; Their upright Hearts let Gladness fill , And chearful Songs their Tongues employ , To him your Voice in Anthems raise , Jehovah's awful Name he bears ; In him rejoice , extol his Praise , Who rides upon high rowling Spheres . Him , from his Empire of the Skies , To this low World Compassion draws , The Orphan's Claim to patronize , And judge the injur'd Widow's Cause . 'T is God , who , from a foreign Soil , Restores poor Exiles to their Home ; Makes Captives free , and fruitless Toil Their Proud Oppressors righteous Doom . 'T was so of old , when thou didst lead , In Person Lord , our Armies forth , Strange Terrors thro the Desert spread , Convulsions shook th' astonish Earth . The breaking Clouds did Rain distil , And Heav'ns high Arches shook with Fear . How then should Sinai's humble Hill Of Israel's God the Prefence bear ? Thy Hand at famisht Earth's Complaint , Reliev'd her from Celestial Stores ; And when thy Heritage was faint Asswag'd the Drought with plenteous show'rs . Where Savages had rang'd before , At Ease thou mad'st our Tribes reside ; And in the Desart for the Poor , Thy gen'rous Bounty did provide .
PART II. Thou gav'st the Word , we salli'd forth , And in that pow'rful Word o'ercame , While Virgin-Troops with Songs of Mirth In state our Conquest did proclaim . Vast Armies , by such Gen'rals led , As yet had ne'er receiv'd a Foil , Forsook their Camp with sudden Dread , And to our Women left the Spoil . Tho Egypt's Drudges you have been , Your Army's Wings shall shine as bright As Dove's in golden Sunshine seen , Or silver'd o'er with paler Light . 'T was so when God's Almighty Hand O'er scatter'd Kings the Conquest won ; Our Troops , drawn up on Jordan's Strand , High salman's glitt'ring Snow out-shone . From thence to Jordan's farther Coaft , And Bashan's Hill we did advance : No more her Height shall Bashan boast , But that she 's God's Inheritance . But wheresore ( tho the Honour 's great ) Should this , O Mountains , swell your Pride ? For Sion is his chosen Seat , Where he for ever will reside . His Chariots numberless , his Pow'rs Are heavenly Hosts , that wait his Will ; His Prefence now fills Sion Tow'rs . As once it honour'd Sinai's Hill . Ascending high , in Triumph Thou Captivity hath Captive led , And on thy People did'st bestow , The Spoil of Armies , once their Dread . Ev'n Rebels shall partake thy Grace , And humble Proselytes repair To worship at thy Dwelling-place , And all the World pay Homage there . For Benefits , each Day bestow'd , Be daily his great Name ador'd ; Who is our Saviour and our God , Of Life and Death the Sov'reign Lord . But justice for his harden'd Foes Proportion'd Vengeance hath decreed , To wound the Hoary Head of those Who in presumptuous Crimes proceed The Lord has thus , in Thunder spoke ; " As I subdu'd proud Bashan's King , " Once more I 'll break my Pople's Yoke , " And from the Deep my Servants bring . " Their Feet shall with a crimson Flood " Of slaughter'd Foes be cover'd o'er , " Nor Earth receive such impious Blood , " But leave for Dogs th' unhallow'd Gore .
PART III. When marching to thy blest abode , The wond'ring Multitude survey'd The Pompous State of Thee , our God , In Robes of Majesty array'd , Sweet-singing Levites led the Van , Loud Instruments brought up the Rear ; Between both Troops a Virgin-train With Voice and Timbrel charm'd the Ear. This was the Burden of their Song , " In full Assemblies bless the Lord , " All , who to Israel's Tribes belong , " The God of Israel's Praise record . Nor little Benjamin alone From neighb'ring Bounds did there attend Nor only Judah's nearer Throne , Her Counsellors in state did send ; But Zebulon's remorer Seat , And Nepthali's more distant Coast ( The grand Procession to compleat ) Sent up their Tribes , a princely Host . Thus God to Strength and Union brought Our Tribes , at strife till that blest hour : This Work which thou , O God , hast wrought , Confirm with fresh Recruits of Pow'r . To visit Salem , Lord , descend ; And Sion thy terrestrial Throne ; Where Kings with Presents shall attend , And Thee with offer'd Crowns attone . Break down the spearmens ranks who threat , Like pamper'd Herds of Savage Might , Their Silver-armour'd Chiefs defeat , Who in destructive War delight . Egypt shall then to God stretch forth Her Hands , and Africk Homage bring : The scatter'd Kingdoms of the Earth Their common Sovereign's Praises sing . Who mounted on the loftiest Sphere Of ancient Heav'n sublimely rides ; From whence his dreadful Voice we hear , Like that of warring Winds and Tides . Ascribe ye Power to God most High , Of humble Isr'el he takes Care ; Whose Strength from out the dusky Sky Darts shining Terrors thro' the Air. How dreadful are the sacred Courts Where God has fix'd his earthly Throne , His Strength his feeble Saints supports : To God give Praise , and him alone
PSALM LXIX . SAve me , O God , from Waves that rowl , And press to overwhelm my Soul . With painful steps in mire I tread , And Deluges o'erflow my Head . With restless Cries my Spirits faint , My Voice is hoarse with long Complaint My Sight decays with tedious Pain , Whilst for my God I wait in vain . My Hairs , tho num'rous , are but few , Compare'd with Foes that me pursue With groundless hate , grown now of might To execute their lawless Spite . They force me guiltless to resign , As Rapine what by right was mine . Thou , Lord , my Innocence dost see ; Nor are my Sins conceal'd from Thee . Lord God of Hosts take timely care , Lest for my sake thy Saints despair ; Since I have suffer'd for thy Name Reproach , and hid my Face in shame . A Stranger to my Country grown , Nor to my nearest Kindred known ; A Foreigner , expos'd to Scorn By Brethren of my Mother born . For Zeal to thy lov'd House and Name Consumes me like devouring Flame , Concerned at their Affronts to Thee , More than at Slanders cast on me . My very Tears and Abstinence They construe in a spiteful Sense ; When cloath'd with sackcloth for their sake , They me their eommon Proverb make . Their Judges at my Wrongs do Jest , Those Wrongs they ought to have redrest ! How should I then expect to be From Libels of lewd Drunkards free ? But , Lord , to thee , I will repair For Help with humble timely Pray'r ; Relieve me from thy Mercies store , Display thy Truth 's preserving Pow'r . From threatning Dangers me relieve , And from the Mire my Feet retrieve ; From spiteful Foes in safety keep , And snatch me from the raging Deep . Controul the Deluge e'er it spread , And roul its Waves above my Head ; Nor deep Destruction's open Pit , To close her Jaws on me permit . Lord , hear the humble Pray'r I make , For thy transcending Goodness sake ; Relieve thy Supplicant once more From thy abounding Mercy 's store . Nor from thy Servant hide thy Face ; Make haste , for desp'rate is my Case : Thy timely Succour interpose , And shield me from remorseless Foes . Thou knowst what Infamy and Scorn I from my Enemies have born , Nor can their close dissembled Spite , Or darkest Plots escape thy Sight . Reproach and Grief have broke my Heart , I look'd for some to take my part , To Pity or relieve my Pain ; But look'd ( alas ! ) for both in vain ! With Hunger pin'd for Food I call , Instead of Food they give me Gall ; And when , with Thirst my Spirits sink , They give me Vinegar to drink , Their Table therefore to their Health Shall prove a Snare , a Trap their Wealth : Perpetual Darkness seize their Eyes , And sudden Blasts their Hopes surprize . On them thou shalt thy Fury pour , Till thy fierce Wrath their Race devour ; And make their House a dismal Cell , Where none will e'er vouchsafe to dwell For new Afflicstions they procur'd For him who had thy Stripes endur'd And made , the Wounds thy Scourge had torn To bleed afresh with sharper Scorn . Sin shall to Sin their Steps betray . Till they to Truth have lost the Way . From Life thou shalt exclude their Soul , Nor with the Just their Names enroll . But me howe'er distrest and poor , Thy strong Salvation shall restore : Thy Pow'r with Songs I 'll then proclaim , And celebrate with Thanks thy Name . Our God shall this more highly prize Than Herds or Flocks in Sacrifice : Which humble Saints with Joy shall see , And hope for like redress with me . For God regards the Poor's Complaint , Sets Pris'ners free from close Restraint : Let Heav'n , Earth , Sea , their Voices raise , And all the World resound his Praise . For God will Sions , Walls erect , And Judah's Cities still protect ; Till all her scatter'd Sons repair To undisturb'd possession there . This Blessing they shall , at their Death ; To their Religious Heirs bequeath ; And they to enless Ages more , Of such as his blest Name adore .
PSALM LXX . O Lord , to my Relief draw near , For never was more , pressing Need For my Deliv'rance , Lord , appear , And add to that Deliv'rance Speed . Confusion on their Heads return , Who to destroy my Soul combine ; Let them , defeated , blush and mourn ; Insnar'd in their own vile Design . Their Doom let Desolation be , With shame their Malice be repaid , Who mock'd my Confidence in Thee , And Sport of my Affliction made . While those , who humbly seek thy Face , To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd ; And all who prize thy saving-Grace With me shall sing , The Lord be prais'd . Thus wretched tho' I am , and poor , The mighty Lord of me takes care ; Thou God , who only can'st restore , To my relief with speed repair .
LPSALM LXXI . IN Thee I put my stedfast Trust ; defend me , Lord , from Shame ; Incline thine Ear , and save my Soul , for righteous is thy Name . Be thou my strong abiding place , to which I may resort ; 'T is thy Decree that keeps me safe . thou art my Rock and Fort. From cruel and ungodly Men protect and set me free , For from my earliest Youth till now my hope has been in Thee . Thy constant Care did safely guard my tender Infant-Days ; Thou took'st me from my Mother's Womb to sing thy constant Praise . While some on me with wonders gaze , thy Hand supports me still ; Thy Honour therefore and thy Praise my Mouth shall always fill . Reject not then thy Servant , Lord , when I with Age decay ; Forsake me not , when , worn with years , my Vigour fades away . My Foes , against my Fame and me ; with crafty Malice speak , Against my Soul they lay their Snares , and mutual Counsel take . His God , say they , forsakes him now , on whom he did rely ; Pursue and take him , whilst no Hope of timely Aid is nigh . But thou , my God , withdraw not far , for speedy Help I call ; To Shame and Ruin bring my Foes that seek to work my Fall . But as for me , my stedfast Hope shall on thy Pow'r depend ; And I in grateful Songs of Praise my time to come will spend .
PART II Thy righteous Acts and saving Health my Mouth shall still declare : Unable yet to count them all , tho summ'd with utmost Care , While God vouchsafes me his Support , I 'll in his Strength go on ; All other Righteousness disclaim , and mention his alone . Thou , Lord , hast taught me from my Youth to praise thy glorious Name ; And ever since thy wond'rous Works have been my constant Theme . Then now forsake me not , when I am grey , and seeble grown ; Till I to these and future times , thy Strength and Pow'r have shown . How high thy Justice foars , O God! how great and wond'rous are The mighty Works which thou hast done ! who may with Thee compare ? Me , whom thy Hand has forely press'd , thy Grace shall yet relieve ; And from the lowest depth of Woe with tender Care retrieve . Thro' Thee my time to come shall be With Pow'r and Greatness crown'd , And me , who dismal Years have past , thy Comforts shall surround . That I with Psaltery and Harp thy Truth , O Lord will praise ; To Thee , the God of Jacob's Race ; my voice in Anthems raise . Then Joy shall fill my Mouth , and Song employ my chearful Voice ; My grateful Soul , by Thee redeem'd , shall in thy Strength rejoice . My Tongue thy just and righteous Acts shall all the day proclaim ; Because thou did'st confound my Foes , and brought'st them all to shame .
PSALM LXXII . LOrd let thy just Decrees the King in all his Ways direct ; And let his Son throughout his Reign , thy righteous Laws respect . So shall he still thy People judge with pure and upright Mind , Whilst all the helpless Poor shall him their just Protector find . Then Hills and Mountains shall bring forth the happy Fruits of Peace ; Which all the Land shall own to be the Work of Righteousness : Whilst he the poor and needy Race shall rule with gentle Sway ; And from their humble Necks shall take oppressive Yokes away . In ev'ry Heart thy awful Fear shall then be rooted fast , As long as Sun and Moon endure , or Time it self shall last . He shall descend like Rain , that chears the Meadows second Birth , Or like warm Show'rs whose gentle Drops refresh the thirsty Earth , In his blest days the just and good shall be with Favour crown'd ; The happy Land shall ev'ry where with endless Peace abound . His uncontroul'd Dominion shall from Sea to Sea extend ; Begin at proud Eupbrates Streams , at Nature's Limits end . To him the savage Nations round shall bow their servile Heads ; His vanquisht Foes shall lick the dust where he his Conquest spreads . The Kings of Tarshish and the Isles shall costly Presents brings ; From spicy Sheba Gifts shall come , and wealthy Saba's King . To him shall ev'ry King on Earth his humble Homage pay ; And diff'ring Nations gladly join to own his righteous Sway. For he shall set the Needy free , when they for Succour cry , Shall save the Helpless and the Poor , and all their Wants supply .
PART II. His Providence , for needy Souls , shall due Supplies prepare ; And over their defenceless Lives shall watch with tender Care . He shall preserve and keep their Souls from Fraud and Rapine free , And in his fight their guitless Blood of mighty Price shall be . Therefore shall God his Life and Reign to many years extend , Whilst Eastern Princes Tribute pay , and golden Presents send . For him shall constant Pray'rs be made , thro' all his prosp'rous Days . His just Dominion shall afford a lasting Theme of Praise . Of useful Grain , thro' all the Land , great Plenty shall appear ; A Handful sown on Mountain Tops a mighty Crop shall bear : Its Fruit , like Cedars shook by Winds , a rattling Noise shall yield ; The City too shall thrive , and vie . for Plenty with the Field . The Mem'ry of his glorious Name thro' endless Years shall run ; His spotless Fame shall shine as bright and lasting as the Sun . In him the Nations of the World shall be compleatly blest , And his unbounded Happiness by ev'ry Tongue confest . Then bless'd be God , the mighty Lord , The God whom Isr'el fears ; Who only wond'rous in his Works beyond Compare appears . Let Earth be with his Glory fill'd and ever bless his Name : Whilst to his Praise the list'ning World their glad Assent proclaim .
PSALM LXXIII . AT length , by certain Proofs 't is plain That God will to his Saints be kind , That all , whose Hearts are pure and clean Shall his protecting Favour find . Till this sustaining Truth I knew , My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd ; I griev'd the Sinners Wealth to view , And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd . They to the Grave in Peace descend , And whilst they live are hail and strong ; No Plague or Troubles them offend , Which oft to other Men belong . With Prides as with a Chain , they 'r held And Rapine seems their Robe of State ; Their Eyes , stand out with Fatness swell'd , They grow , beyond their Wishes , great . With Hearts corrupt , and losty Talk , Oppressive Methods they desend ; Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk ; Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend . And yet admiring Crowds are found Who servile Visits duly make , Because with Plenty they abound . Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake . Their fond Opinions these pursue ; Till they with them prophanely cry , " How should the Lord our Actions view , " Can he perceive who dwells so high ? Behold the Wicked ! these are they Who openly their Sins profess . And yet their Wealth 's increas'd each day , And all their Actions meet Success . Then have I cleans'd my Heart ( said I ) And wash'd my Hands from Guilt in vain , If all the day oppress'd I lie , And ev'ry morning suffer Pain . Thus did I once to speak intend ; But if such things I rashly say , Tuy Children , Lord , I must offend , And basely should their Cause betray .
PART II. To fathom this my Thoughts I bent , But found the case too hard for me ; Till to the House of God I went , Then I their End did plainly see , How high soe'er advanc'd , they all On slipp'ry Places loosely stand ; Thence into Ruin headlong fall , Cast down by thy avenging Hand . How dreadful and how quick their Fate ! Despis'd by Thee when they 're destroy'd ; As waking Men with Scorn do treat The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd . Thus was my Heart with Grief opprest , My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains , So stupid was I , like a Beast , Who no reflecting Thought retains . Yet still thy Presence me supply'd , And thy Right-hand Assistance gave : Thou first shalt with thy Coursel guide , And then to glory me receive . Whom then in Heav'n , but thee alone , Have I , whose Favour I require ? Throughout the spacious Earth there 's none That I besides thee can desire . My trembling Flesh and aking Heart May often fail to succour me ; But God shall inward strength impart , And my eternal Portion be . For they that far from Thee remove , Shall into sudden Rain fall ; If after other Gods they rove , Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all . But as for me , 't is good and just That I should stiil to Godrepair ; In him I always put my Trust , And will his wond'rous Works declare .
PSALM LXXIV . WHY hast thou cast us off , O God , with thou no more return ? O why against thy chosen Flock , does thy fierce Anger burn ? Think on thy ancient Purchase , Lord , the Land that is thy own . By thee redeem'd , and Sion's Mount where once the Glory shone . O! come and view our ruin'd State ! how long our Troubles last ! See! how the Foe with wicked Rage has laid thy Temple waste ! Thy Foes blaspheme thy Name , where late thy zealous Servants pray'd ; The Heathen there with haughty Pomp Their Banners have display'd . Those curious Carvings which did once advance the Artist's Fame , With Ax and Hammer they destroy , like Works of vulgar Frame . Thy holy Temple they have burnt ; and what escap'd the Flame , Has been profan'd , and quite defac'd , tho sacred to thy Name . Thy Worship wholly to destroy , maliciously they aim'd ; And all the sacred Places burn'd where we thy Praise proclaim'd : Yet of thy Presence thou vouchsas'd no tender Signs to send ; We have no Prophet now that knows when this sad State shall end .
PART II. But , Lord , how long wilt thou permit th' insulting Foe to boast ? Shall all the Honour of thy Name for ever more be lost ? Why hold'st thou back thy strong Right hand and on thy patient breast , When Vengeance calls to stretch it forth , so calmly let'st it rest ? Thou heretofore , with Kingly Pow'r , in our Defence hast fought ; For us , throughout the wond'ring World , hast great Salvation wrought . 'T was thou , O God , that didst the Sea by thy own Strength divide ; Thou brak'st the watry Monster 's Head , the Waves o'erwhelm'd their Pride . The greatest , fiercest of them all , that seem'd the Deep to sway ; Was by thy Pow'r destroy'd , and made to savage Beasts a Prey . Thou clav'st the solid Rock , and mad'st the Waters largely flow ; Again , thou mad'st thro' parted Streams , thy wond'ring people go . Thine is the chearful Day , and thine the black Return of Night ; Thou hast prepar'd the glorious Sun , and eve'ry feebler Light ; By Thee the Borders of the Earth in perfect Order stand ; The Summer's Warmth , and Winter's Cold , attend on thy Command .
PART III. Remember , Lord , how scornful Foes have daily urg'd our Shame ; And how the foolish People have blasphem'd thy holy Name . O free thy mourning Turtle-dove , by sinful Crowds beset : Nor the Assembly of thy Poor for evermore forget . Thy ancient Cov'nant , Lord , regard , and make thy Promise good ; For now each Corner of the Land is fill'd with Men of Blood . O let not the Opprest return With Sorrow cloath'd , and Shame ; But let the Helpless and the Poor for ever praise thy Name . Arise , O God , in our behalf , thy Cause and ours maintain ; Remember how insulting Fools each day thy Name prophane ! Make thou the Boastings of thy Foes for evermore to cease ; Whose Insolence , if unchastiz'd , will more and more increase .
PSALM LXXV . TO thee , O God , we render Praise , to thee with Thanks repair ; For , that thy Name to us is nigh , thy wond'rous Works declare . In Isr'el when my Throne is fix'd , with me shall Justice reign : The Land with Discord shakes , but I the sinking Frame sustain . Deluded Wretches I advis'd their Errors to redress , And warn'd bold Sinners that they should their swelling Pride suppress . Bear not your selves so high , as if no Pow'r could yours restrain ; Submit your stubborn Necks , and learn to spake with less Disdain . For that Promotion , which to gain , your vain Ambition strives , From neither East nor West , nor yet From Southern Climes arrives . For God the great Disposer is , and Sov'reign Judge alone , Who casts the Proud to Earth , and lifts the Humble to a Throne . His Hand holds forth a dreadful Cup , with purple Wine 't is crown'd ; The deadly Mixture , which his Wrath deals out to Nations round . Of this his Saints sometimes may taste , but wicked Men shall squeeze The bitter Dregs , and be condemn'd to drink the very Lees. His Prophet I , to all the World this Message will relate ; The justice then of Jacob's God my Song shall celebrate . The Wicked's Pride I will reduce , their Cruelty disarm ; Exalt the Just , and seat him high , above the Reach of Harm .
PSALM LXXVI . IN Judah the Almighty's known , ( Almighty there by Wonders shown ) His Name in Jacob does excel : His Sanctuary in Salem stands , The Majesty that Heav'n commands In Sion condescends to dwell . He brake the Bow and Arrows there , The Shield , the temper'd Sword and Spear , There slain the mighty Army lay ; Whence Sion's Fame thro' Earth is spread , Of greater Glory , greater Dread , Than Hills , where Robbers lodge their Prey . Their valiant Chiefs , who came for Spoil , Themselves met there a shameful Foil . Securely down to sleep they lay . But wak'd no more ; their stoutest Band Ne'er lifted one resisting Hand 'Gainst his that did their Legion's slay . When Jacob's God began to frown , Both Horse and Charioteers , o'erthrown , Together slept in endless Night : When thou , whom Earth and Heav'n revere , Dost once with wrathful Looks appear , What mortal Pow'r can stand thy fight ? Pronounc'd from Heav'n , Earth heard its Doom , Grew husht with Fear , when thou didst come The Meek with Justice to restore ; The Wrath of Man shall yield thee Praise , It 's last Attempts but serve to raise The Triumphs of Almighty Pow'r . Vow to the Lord , ye Nations bring Vow'd Presents to th' eternal King ; Thus to his Name due Rev'rence pay , Who Proudest Potentates can quell , To Earthly Kings more terrible , Than , to their trembling Subjects , They ,
Psalm LXXVII . TO God I cry'd , who to my Help did graciously repair ; In Trouble's dismal Day I fought my God with humble Pray'r All Night my fest'ring Wound did run , no Med'cine gave Relief ; My Soul no Comfort would admit , my Soul indulg'd her Grief . I thought on God , and Favours past , but that increas'd my Pain ; I found my Spirit more opprest , the more I did complain . Thro ev'ry watch of tedious Night thou keepst my Eyes awake ; My Grief is swell'd to that Excess I sigh but cannot speak . I call to mind the Days of old , with signal Mercy crown'd , Those famous Years of ancient Times , for Miracles renown'd . By Night I recollect my Songs on former Triumphs made ; Then search , consult , and ask my Heart where 's now that wond'rous Aid ? Has God for ever cast us off , withdrawn his Favour quite ? Are both his Mercy and his Truth retir'd to endless Night ? Can his long-practis'd Love forget it's wonted Aids to bring ? Has he in Wrath shut up , and seal'd his Mercy 's healing Spring ? I said my Weakness hints these Fears , but I 'll my Fears disband ; Will yet remember the most High , and Years of his Right-hand . I 'll call to mind his Works of old , the Wonders of his Might ; On them my Heart shall meditate , my Tongue shall them recite . Safe lodg'd from humane Search on high , O God , thy Counsels are ! Who is so great a God as ours ? who can with him compare ? Long since a God of Wonders Thee thy rescu'd People found ; Long since hast thou thy chosen Seed with strong Deliv'rance crown'd . When Thee , O God , the Waters saw , the frighted Billows shrunk The troubled Depths themselves for Fear , beneath their Channels sunk , The Clouds pour'd down , while rending Skies did with their Noise conspire ; Thy Arrows all abroad were sent , wing'd with avenging Fire , Heav'n with thy Thunder's Voice was torn whilst all the lower World With Lightning blaz'd ; Earth shook , and seem'd from her Foundations hurl'd . Thro' rolling Streams thou find'st thy way , thy Paths in waters lie ; Thy wond'rous Passage , where no Sight thy Footsteps can descry . Thou led'st thy People , like a Flock , safe thro the Desart Land , By Moses , their meek skilful Guide , And Aaron's facred Hand .
PSALM LXXVIII . HEar , O my People , to my Law devout Attention lend ; Let the Instruction of my Mouth deep in your Hearts descend . My Tongue , by Inspiration taught , shall Parables unfold , Dark Oracles , but understood , and own'd for Truths of Old . Which we from sacred Registers of ancient Times have known , And our Fore-fathers pious Care to us has handed down . We will not hide them from our Sons ; our Offspring shall be taught The Praises of the Lord , whose Strength has Works of Wonder wrought . For Jacob be this Law ordain'd , this League with Isr'el made ; With Charge , to be from Age to Age , from Race to Race convey'd . That Generations yet to come should to their unborn Heirs Religiously transmit the same and they again to theirs . To teach'em that in God alone their Hope securely stands ; That they should ne'er forget his Works . but keep his just Commands . Left , like their Fathers , they might prove a stiff Rebellious Race ; False-hearted , sickle to their God , unstedfast in his Grace . Such were revolting Epbraim's Sons , who tho to Warfare bred ; And skilful Archers , arm'd with Bows , from Field ignobly fled . They falsify'd their League with God ; his Orders disobey'd ; Forgot his Works and Miracles before their Eyes display'd . Nor Wonders , which their Fathers saw , did they in Mind retain ; Prodigious things in Egypt done , and Zoan's fertile Plain . He cut the Seas to let 'em pass , restrain'd the pressing Flood ; While pil'd in Heaps , on either side , the solid Waters stood . A wond'rous Pillar led them on , compos'd of Shade and Light ; A sheltring Cloud it prov'd by Day , a leading Fire by Night . When Drought opprest'em , where no Stream the Wilderness supply'd , He clest the Rock , whose flinty Breast dissolv'd into a Tide . Streams from the solid Rock he brought , which down in Rivers fell , That , trav'ling with their Camp , each day renew'd the Miracle . Yet there they sinn'd against him more , provoking the most High ; In that same Desart where he did their fainting Souls supply . They first incens'd him in their Hearts , that did his Pow'e distrust ; And long'd for Meat , not urg'd by Want , but to indulge their Lust . Then utter'd their blaspheming Doubts , " Can God , say they , prepare " A Table in the Wilderness , " set out with various Fare ? " He smote the flinty Rock , ( 't is true ) " and gushing Streams ensu'd ; But can he corn and Flesh Provide for such a Multitude ? The Lord with Indignation heard : From Heav'n avenging Flame On Jacob fell , consuming Wrath on thankless Isr'el came . Because their unbelieving Hearts in God would not conside , Nor trust his Care , who had from Heav'n ; their wants so oft supply'd . Tho he had made his Clouds discharge provisions down in Show'rs ; And , when Earth fail'd ; reliev'd their Needs from his Celestial Stores . Tho tasteful Manna was rain'd down their Hunger to relieve ; Tho from the Stores of Heav'n they did sustaining Corn receive . Thus Man with Angels sacred Food , ingrateful Man was fed ; Not sparingly , for still they found a plenteous Table spread . From Heav'n be made an East Wind blow then did the South command , To rain down Flesh like dust , and Fowls like Seas unnumber'd Sand. Within their Trenches he let fall the luscious easie Prey , And all around their spreading Camp the ready Booty lay . They fed , were fill'd he gave'em leave their Appetites to feast ; Yet still their wanton lust crav'd on , nor with their Hunger ceas'd But whilst , in their luxurious Mouth , they , did their Dainties chew , The Wrath of God smote down their Chiess , and Isr'el's Chosen flew .
PART II Yet still they finn'd , nor would afford his Miracles Belief ; Therefore thro fruitless Travels he consum'd their Lives in Grief . When some slain , the rest return'd to God with early Cry ; Own'd him the Rock of their Defence , their Saviour , God most High . But this Was feign'd Submission all , their Heart their Tongue bely'd ; Their Heart was still perverse , nor wou'd firm in his League abide . Yet , full of Mercy , he forgave , nor did with Death chastise ; But turn'd his kindled Wrath aside , or would not let it rise . For he remember'd they were flesh that could not long remain ; A murm'ring Wind that 's quickly past , and ne'er returns again , How ost did they provoke him there , How ost his Patience grieve , In that same Desart where he did their fainting Souls relieve ? They tempted him by turning back , and wickedly repin'd ; When Isrsel's God refus'd to be by their Desires consin'd . Nor call to mind the Hand and Day that their Redemption brought ; His Signs in Egypt wond'rous Works in Zoan's Valley wrought ; He turn'd their Rivers into Blood , that Man and Beast forbore , And rather chose to die of , Thirst than drink the putrid Gore . He sent devouring Swarms of Flies , hoarse Frogs annoy'd their Soil ; Locusts and Caterpillars reap'd the Harvest of their Toil. Their Vines with batt'ring Hail were broke , with Frost the Fig-Tree dies ; Light'ning and Hail made Flocks and Herds one gen'ral Sacrifice . He turn'd his Anger loose , and let no time for it to cease ; And , with their Plagues , bad Angels sent their Torments to increase . He clear'd a Passage for his Wrath to ravage uncontroul'd ; The Murrain on their Firstlings seiz'd in ev'ry Field and Fold , The deadly Pest from Beast to Man , from Field to City came ; It slew their Heirs , their eldest Hopes , thro all the Tents of Ham. But his own Tribe , like folded Sheep , he brought from their Distress ; And them conducted like a Flock , thro-out the Wilderness . He led'em on , dnd in their way , no cause of Fear they found : But march'd securely thro those Deeps In which their Foes were drown'd . Nor ceas'd his Care , till them he brought safe to his promis'd Land , And to his holy Mount , the Prize of his victorious Hand . To them the out-cast Heathen's Land he did by Lot divide ; And in their Foes abandon'd Tents , made Isr'el's Tribes reside .
PART III Yet still they tempted , still provok'd the Wrath of God most High ; Nor would to practise his Commands their stubborn Hearts apply . But in their faithless Father's Steps perversly chose to go . They turn'd aside , like Arrows shot from some deceitful Bow . For him to Fury they provok'd with Altars set on high ; And with their graven Images inflam'd his Jealousie . When God heard this , on Isr'el's Tribes his wrath an Hatred fell ; He quitted Shilo , and the Tents where once he chose to dwell To vile Captivity his Ark his Glory to Disdain , His People to the Sword he gave , nor would his Wrath restrain . Destructive War their ablest Youth untimely did confounds ; No Virgin was to th' Altar led . with Nuptial Garlands crown'd . In Fight the Sacrificer fell , the Priest a Victim bled ; And Widows who their Death should mourn themselves of Grief were dead . Then , as a Giant , rowz'd from Sleep , whom Wine had throughly warm'd , Shouts out aloud ; the Lord awak'd and his proud Foe alarm'd . He smote their Host , that from the Field a scatter'd Remnant came , With Wounds imprinted on their Backs of everlasting Shame . With Conquests crown'd he Joseph's Tents and Epbraim's Tribe forsook ; But Judab chose , and Sion's Mount for his lov'd Dwelling took . His Temple he erected there with Spires exalted high ; While deep and fixt , as that of Earth , the strong Foundations lie . His faithful Servant David too he for his Choice did own , And from the Sheep-folds him advanec'd to fit on Judab's Throne . From tending on the teeming Ewes , he brought him forth , to feed His own Inheritance , the Tribes of Israels chosen Seed . Exalted thus , the Monarch prov'd a faithful Shepherd still ; He sed them with an upright Heart ; and guided them with Skill .
Psalm LXXIX . BEhold , O God , how heathen Hosts have thy Possession seiz'd : Thy sacred House they have defil'd ; thy holy City , raz'd . The mangled Bodies of thy Saints abroad unburied lay ; Their Flesh expos'd to Savage Beasts ; and rav'nous Birds of Prey . Quire thro Jerus'lem was their Blood like common Water shed And none were left alive to pay last Duties to the Dead . The neighb'ring Lands our small Remains with loud Reproaches wound ; And we a Laughing-stock are made to all the Nations round . How long wilt thou be angry , Lord ; must we for ever mourn ? Shall thy devouring jealous Rage like Fire , for ever burn ? On foreign Lands that know not thee ; thy heavy Vengeance show'r ; Those sinful Kingdoms let it crush that have not own'd thy Pow'r . For their devouring Jaws have prey'd on Jacob's chosen Race ; And to a barren Desart turn'd their fruitful Dwelling-place . O think not on our former Sins ; but speedily prevent The utter Ruine of thy Saints , almost With Sorrow spent . Thou , God of our Salvation , help , and free our Souls from blame ; So shall our Pardon and Defence exalt thy glorious Name . Let Insidels , that scoffing say , where is the God they boast ? In Vengeance , for thy slaughter'd Saints , perceive thee to their Cost . Lord hear the sighing Pris'ner's Moan , thy saving Pow'r extend ; Preserve the Wretches doom'd to die , from that untimely End . On them , who us oppress , let all our Suffrings be repaid ; Make their Confusion sev'n times more than what on us they laid . So we , thy People , and thy Flock , shall ever praise thy Name ; And with glad Hearts our grateful Thanks from Age to Age proclaim .
Psalm LXXX . O Isr'el's Shepherd , Joseph's Guide , Our Pray'rs td thee vouchsafe to hear , Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride , Again in solemn State appear . Behold , how Benjamin expects . With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd . In our Deliv'rance the Effects Of thy resistless Strength to find . 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 . O Thou , whom heav'nly Hosts obey , How long shall thy fierce Anger burn ? How long thy suff'ring People pray , And to their Pray'rs have no Return ? 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 . For us the Heathen Nations round As for a common Prey , contest ; Our Foes with spiteful Joy abound And at our lost Condition jest . 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 thy own Right-hand , And firmly fix it in their Place . Before it thou prepar'd'st the Way , And mad'st it take a lasting Root , Which , blest with thy indulgent Ray O'er all the Land did widely shoot . The Hills were cover'd with its Shade , It 's goodly Bows did Cedars seem ; It 's Branches to the Sea were spread And reach'd to proud Euphrates Stream ; Why then hast thou it's Hedge o'erthrown which thou had'st made so firm and strong ? Whilst all it's Grapes , defehceless grown , Are pluck'd by those that pass along . 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. To thee , O God of Hosts , we pray ; Thy wonted Goodness , Lord , renew : From Heav'n , thy Throne , this Vine survey And her sad State with Pity View . Behold the Vineyard , made by the Which thy Right-hand did guard so long ; And keeps that Branch from Danger free , Which for thy self thou mad'st so strong . To wasting Flames 't is made a Prey , And all it's spreading Boughs cut down ; At thy Rebuke they soon decay , And perish at thy dreadful frown . Crown thou the King with good Success , By thy Right hand secur'd from Wrong ; The Son of Man in Mercy bless , Whom for thy self thou mad'st so strong , So shall we still continue free From whatso'er deserves thy blame ; And if once more reviv'ed by the , Will always praise thy holy Name . 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 chearful Noise to Jacob's Awful King . Compose a Hymn of Praise and touch your Instruments of Joy ; Let Pselteries and Pleasant Harps , your grateful Skill employ . Let Trumpets at the great New Moon their joyful Voices raise , To celebrate th' appointed time , the solemn Day of Praise . For this a Statute was of old , which Jacob's God decreed To be with pious care observ'd by Israel's chosen Seed . This he for a Memorial fix'd When , sreed from Egypt's Land , Strange Nations barb'rous Speech we heard but could hot understand . " Your burthen Shoulders I reliev'd ( thus seems our God to say ) " Your servile Hands by me were free'd from lab'ring in the Clay . Your Ancestors , with Wrongs opprest , to me for Aid did call ; With Pity I their Suff'rings saw , and set them free from all . They fought for me , and from the Cloud , In Thunder I reply'd ; At Merihab's contentious Stream their Faith and Duty try'd .
PART II. While I my solemn Will declare , my chosen People hear ; If thou , O Isr'el to my Words wilt lend thy list'ning Ear ; Then shall no God besides my self within thy ' Coasts be found ; Nor shall thqu worship any God . of all the Nations round . The Lord thy God am I , who thee brought forth from Egypt's Land ; 'T is I that all thy just Desires : supply with lib'ral Hand . But they , my chosen Race , refus'd to hearken to my Voice ; Nor would Rebellious Isr'el's Sons make me their happy Choice . So I provok'd , resign'd them up , to ev'ry Lust a Prey ; And in , their own perverse Designs , permitted them to stray , O that my People wisely would my just Commandments heed ! And Isr'el in my righteous ways , with pious Care proceed ! Then should my heavy Judgments fall on all that them oppose ; And my avenging Hand be turn'd Against their numerous Foes . Their Enemies and mine , should all before my Foot-stool bend ; But as for them , their happy State should never know an End . All parts with plenty should abound ; with sinest Wheat their Field : The barren Rocks , to please their taste , should Richest Honey yield .
Psalm LXXXII . GOD In the great Assembly stands where his impartial Eye In state surveys the eartbly Gods , and does their Judgments try . How dare you then unjustly judge , or be to Sinners kind ? Defend the Orphans and the Poor , let such your Justice find . Protest the humble helpleis Man , reduc'd to deep Distress , And let not him become a Prey to such as would oppress . They neither know , nor will they learn , but blindly rove and stray ; justice and Truth , the World 's great Props ; Thro all the Land decay . Well then may God in anger say , " I've call'd you by my Nairie . " I 've said ye are Gods , and all ally'd " to the most High in same . " 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 , thro-put 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 Ruine 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 . Against thy zealous People , Lord , they craftily combine ; And to destroy thy chosen Saints have laid their close Design . " Come , let us cut them off , say they , " their Nation quite deface ; " That no Remembrance may remain of Ifr'el's hated Race . Thus they against thy People's Peace consult with one Consent ; And diff'ring Nations , jointly leagu'd , their common Malice vent . The Ishrm'elites that dwell in Tents , with Warlike Edom join'd , And Moab's Sons our Ruine vow , with Hagar's Race combin'd : Proud Ammon's Offspring , Gebal too , with Amalek conspire ; The Lords of Palastine , and all the wealthy Sons of Tyre : 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 But let such Vengeance come to them as once to Midian came ; To Jabin and proud Sifera , at Kishon's fatal Stream . When thy Right-hand their numerous Hosts near Endor did confound , And left their Carcaffes for Dung to feed the hungry Ground . Let alr their mighty Men the Fate of Zeb and Oreb share ; As Zebah and Zalmunnah , so let all their Princes fare . Who , with the same Design inspir'd , thus vainly boasting spak , " In firm possession for selves " let us God's Houses take . To Ruine let them haste , like Wheels , which downwards swiftly move ; Like Chass before the Winds , let all their scatter'd Forces prove . As Flames consume dry Wood or Heath , that on parch'd Mountains grows , So let thy fierce pursuing Wrath with Terror strike thy Foes . Lord , sliroud their Faces with Disgrace , that they may own thy Name ; Or them confound , whose hearden'd Heart thy gentle means disclaim . So shall the wand'ring World consess that thou , who claim'st alone . Jehovah's Name , o'er all the Earth hast raised thy losty Throne .
Psalm1 LXXXIV . O God of Hosts , the mighty Lord , how lovely is thy Place . Where thou , enthron'd in Glory , shew'ft the Brightness of thy Face ! My longing Soul faints with Desire , to view thy blest Abode ; My panting Heart and Flesh cry out for thee the living God . The Birds , more happy far than I , around thy Temple throng ; Securely there they build , and there securety hatch their Young . O Lord of Host my King and God , how highly blest are they Who in thy Temple always dwell , and there thy Praise display ! Thrice happy they , whose Choice has Thee their sure Protection made ; Who long to tread the sacred ways that to thy Dwelling lead ! Who pass thro parch't and thirsty Vales yet no Refreshment want ; Their Pools are fill'd with Rain , which thou at their Request dost grant . Thus they proceed from Strength to Strength and still approach more near ; Till all on Sion's holy Mount , before their God appear . O Lord , the mighty God of Hpsts , my just Request regard ; Thou God of Jacob , let my Pray'r be still with Favour heard ! Behold , O God , for thou alone can'st timely Aid dispense ; On thy anointed Servant look , be thou his strong Defence : For in thy Courts one single Day t is 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 . For God who is our Sun and Shield , will Grace and Glory give ; And no good thing will he with-hold from them that justly live . Thou God , whom heavnly Hosts obey , how highly blest is he , Whose Hope and Trust , securely plac'd , is ftill 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 . Thy People's Sins thou hast absolv'd and all their Guilt defac'd Thou hast not let thy Wrath flame on , nor thy fierce Anger last . O God our Saviour all our . Hearts to thy Obedience turn ; That quencht with our repenting Tears , thy Wrath no more may burn . For why shouldst thou be angry still , and Wrath so long retain ; Revive us , Lord , and let thy Saints thy wonted Comfort gain . Thy gracious Favour , Lord , display , which we have long implor'd ; And for thy wond'rous Mercie 's sake thy wonted Aid afford . God's Anfwer patiently I 'll wait , for he with glad Success , ( If they no more to solly turn ) his mourning Saints will bless To all that fear his holy Name his sure Salvation's near ; And in its former happy state our Nation shali appear . For Mercy now with Truth is join'd ; and Righteousness with Peace , like kind Companions absent long , with friendly Arms embrace . Truth from the Eirth shall spring , whilst Heav'n shall Streams of Justice ; pour And God , from whom all Goodness flows , shall endless Plenty show'r . Before him Righteousnefs shall march , and his Just Paths prepare ; Whilst we his holy steps pursue , with constant Zeal and Care .
Psalm LXXXVI . To my Complaint , O Lord my God , thy gracious Ear incline ; Hear me , distrest , and destitute of all Relies but thine ; Do thou , O God , preserve my Soul , that does thy Name adore : Thy Servant keep , and him , whose Trust relies on Thee , restore . To me , who daily Thee invoke , thy Mercy , Lord extend , Refresh thy Servant's Soul , whose Hopes on Thee alone depend . Thou , Lord , art good , nor only good , but prompt to pardon too ; Of plenteous Mercy to all those who for thy Mercy sue . To my repeated humble Pray'r , O Lord , attentive be ! When Troubled I on Thee will call , for thou wilt answer me . Among the God there 's none like Thee ; O Lord , alone divine ! To Thee as much inferiour they , as are their Works to thine . Therefore their great Creator Thee the Nations shall adore ; Their long misguided Pray'rs and Praise to thy blest Name restore . All shall confess Thee great , ahd great the Wonders thou hast done : Confess thee God , the God supreme ; confess thee God alone .
PART II 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 . Thee will I praise , O Lord my God ; praise thee with Heart sincere ; And to thy everlasting Name Eternal Trophies rear . Thy boundless Mercy shewn to me transcends my Pow'r to tell , For thou hast ost redeem'd my Soul from lowest Depths of Hell . O God , the Sons of Pride and Strife have my Destruction sought Regardless of thy Pow'r , that oft has my Deliv'rance wrought . But thou thy constant Goodness didst to my Assistance brings ; Of Patience , Mercy , and of Truth thou everlasting Spring ! O bounteous Lord , thy Grace and Strenght to me thy , Servant s ; how ; Thy kind Protection , Lord , on me thine Handmaid's Son bestow . Some Signal give , which my proud Foes may see with shame and Rage , When thou , O Lord , for my Relies and Comfort dost engage .
Psalm LXXXVII . GOD's Temple crowns the Holy Mount ; the Lords their condescends to dwell . His Sion's Gates , in his account , our Israel's fairest Tents excel . Fame glorious things of Thee shall sing , O City of th' Almighty King ! I 'll mention Rabab with due Praise , in Babylon's Applauses join , The Frame of Athiopia raise , with that of Tyre and Palastine ; And grant that some , amongst them born , their Age and Country did adorn . But still of Sion averr that many such from her proceed ; Th' Almighty shall establish her , his gen'ral List shall shew , when read , That such a Person there was born , their Age and Country did adorn . 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 Waters from a living Spring
Psam LXXXVIII . To thee , my God and Saviour , I By Day and Night address my Cry ; Vouchsafe my mournful Voice to hear , to my Distress incline thine Ear. For Seas of Trouble mel invade , My Soul draws nigh to Death's cold shade ; Like one whose Strength and hopes are fled , They number me among the Dead . Like those who , shrouded in the Grave , From thee no more Remembrance have ; Cast off from thy sustaining Care , Down to the Consines of Despair . Thy Wrath has hard upon me lain , Assicting me with restless Pain ; Me all thy Mountain Waves have prest , Too weak , alass , to bear the least . Remov'd from Friends , I sigh alone , In a loath'd Dungeon laid , where none A Visit will vouchsafe to me , Consin'd , past Hopes of liberty . My Eyes from weeping never cease , They waste , but still my Griess increase ; Yet daily , Lord , to thee I pray'd , With out-stretch Hands invok'd thy Aid . 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 ? Shall the mute Grave thy Love consess ? A mold'ring Tomb thy Faithfulness ? Thy Truth and Pow'r Renown obtain , Where Darkness and Oblivion reign ? To thee , O Lord , I cry , forlorn , My Pray r prevents the early Morn . Why hast thou , Lord , my Soul forsook , Nor once vouchsas'd a gracious Look ? 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 . Thy Wrath hath burst upon my Head , Thy Terrors fill my Soul with Dread ; Environ'd as with Waves combin'd , And for a gen'ral Deluge join'd . 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 .
Psalni 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 . I have affirm'd , and still maintain , Thy Mercy shall for ever last ; Thy Truth , that does the Heav'ns sustain , Like them shall stand for ever fasat . Thus spak'st thou , by the Prophet's Voice , " With David I a League have made ; " To him , my Servant and my Choice , " By Solemn Oath this Grant convey'd ; " 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 . For such stupendious Truth and Love Both Heav'n and Earth just Praises owe ; By Choirs of Angels sung above , And by Assembled Saints below . What Seraph of Celestial Birth To vie with Isr'el's God shall dare ? Or who smong the God's of Earth . With our Almighty Lord compare ? With Rev'rence and religious Dread , His Saints should to his Temple pres ; His Fear thro' all their Hearts should spread Who his Almighty Name consess . Lord God of Armies , who can boast , Of Strength or Pow'r , like thine renown'd ? Of such a num'rous faithful Host , As that which does thy Throns surround ? Thou dost the lawless Sea controul , And change the Prospect of the Deep ; Thou mak'st the sping Billows rowl , Thou mak'st the rowling Billows sleep . Thoubrak'st in pieces Rahab's Pride , And didst oppressing Pow'r disarm ; Thy scatter'd Foes have dearly try'd The Force of thy resistless Arm. In thee the sov'reign Right remains Of Earth and Heav'n ; thee Lord , alone The World , and all that it contains , Their Maker and Preserver own . The Poles on which the Globe does rest , Were fdrm'd by thy creating Voice ; Tabor and Hertnon , East and West ; In thy sustaining Pow'r rejoyce . Thy Arm h mighty , ' strong thy Hand , Yet , Lord , thou dbst with Justice reign ; Possest of absolute Command , Thou Truth and Mercy dost maintain . Happy , thrice happy they , who hear Thy sacred Trumpet 's joyful Sound ; Who may at Festivals appear , With thy most glorious Presence crown'd . Thy Saints , shall always be o'erjoy'd , who on thy sacred Name rely ; And in thy , Righteousness employ'd , Above theirr Foes be rais'd on high . For in thy Strength they shall advance , Whose Conquests from thy Favour spring , The Lord of Hosts is our Defence , And Israel's God our Israel's King . Thus spak'st thou by the Prophet's Voice , " A mighty Champion I will send , " From Judah's Tribe have I made choice " Of one who shall the rest defend . O " My Servant David I have found , With holy OH anointed him ; Him shall the Hand support that crown'd , " And guard that gave the Diadem . " No Prince from him shall Tribute forces , " No Son of Strise shall him annoy ; " His spiteful Foes I will disperse , " And them before his Face destroy . " My Truth and Grace shall him sustain ; " His Armies , in well-order'd Ranks , " Shall conquer , from the Tyrian Main " To Tigris and Euphrates Banks . " Me for his Father he shall take , " His God and Rock of Safety call ; " Him I my First-born Son , will make , " And Earthly Kings his Subjects all . " To him my Mercy I 'll secure . " My Cov'nant make for ever fast . " His Seed for ever shall endure , " His Throne , till Heav'n dissolves , shall last .
PART III " But if his Heirs my Law forsake ; " And from my sacred Precepts stray ; " If they my righteous Statutes break , " Nor strictly my commands obey : " Their Sins I 'll visit with a Rod , " And for their Folly make them smart ; " Yet will not cease to be their God , " Nor from my Truth , like them , depart , " 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 . " Once have I 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 . " Whose Throne and Race the constant Sun " Shall , like his Course , establisht see ; " Of this , my Oath , thou conscious Moon , " In Heav'n my faithful Witness be . 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 . 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 . Of Strong-holds thou hast him berest , And brought his Bulwarks to decay ; His Frontier-Coasts defenceless lest , A publiek Scorn , and common Prey . His Ruine does glad Triumphs yield To Foes advanc'd by thee to Might ; Thou hast his conqu'ring Sword unsteel'd , His Valour turn'd to shameful Flight . His Glory is to darkness fled , is Throne , is levell'd with the Ground : His Youth to wretched Bondage led , With Shame o're-whelm'd , & Sorrow dron'd 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 ? 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 ? What man is he that can controul Death's strict unalterable Doom ? Or rescue from the Grave his Soul , The Grave that must Mankind entomb ? Lord , where 's thy Love , thy boundless Grace The Oath to which thy Truth did seal , Consign'd to David and his Race , The grant which Time should ne're repeal ? See how thy Servants treated are With Infamy , Reproach and Spite ; Which in my silent Breast I bear From Nations of licentious Might . How they , reproaching thy great Name , Have made thy Servant's Hope their Jest ; Yet thy just Praises we 'll proclaim , And ever sing , The Lord be hlest . Amen , Amen .
Psalm XC . O Lord the Saviour and Defence of us thy chosen Race , From Age to Age thou still hast been our sure abiding-place , Before thou brought'st the Mountains forth , or th' Earth and World didst frame . Thou always wert the mighty God , and ever art the same . Thou turnest Man , O Lord , to Dust , of which he first was made ; And when thou speak'st the word , Raturn , 't is instantly obey'd . For in thy fight a thousand Years are like a Day that 's past , Or like a watch in dead of Night , whose hours unminded waste . Thou sweep'ft us off as with a Flood , we vanish hence like Dreams ; At first we grow like Grass tnat feels the Sun's reviving Beams . But howfoever fresh and fair its Morning Beauty shows ; " T is all cut down and withered quite before the Ev'ning close . We by thine Anger are consum'd , and by thy Wrath dismay'd ; Our publick Crimes and secret Sins before thy sight are laid . Beneath thy Anger 's sad Effects our drooping Days we spend : Our unregarded Years break off , like Tales that quickly end . Qur Term of Time is seventy years , an Age that few survive ; But if , with more than common strength , to eighty we arrive ; Yet then our boasted Strength decays , to Sorrow turn'd and and Pain , So soon the slender Thread is cut , and we no more remain .
PART II But who thy Anger 's dread Effects does , as he ought , revere ? And yet thy Wrath does fall or rise , as more or less we fear . 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 . O to thy Servants , Lord , return , and speedily relent ! As we of our Misdeeds , do thou of our just Doom repent . To satisfie and chear our Souls thy early mercy send ; That we may all our Days to come , in Joy and Comfort spend . Let happy Times with large Amends dry up our former Tears ; Or equal at the least the Term of our-afflicted Years . To all thy Servants , Lord , let this thy wond rouswork be known , And to our Offspring yet unborn , thy glorious pow'r be shown . Let thy bright Rays upon us shine , give thou our work success ; The glorious Work we have in hand do thou vouchsafe to bless .
Psalm XCI . HE that has God his Guardian made , Shall under the Almighty's Shade , Secure and undisturb'd abide . Thus to my Soul , of him I 'll say , He is my Fortress and my Stay , My God in whom I will conside . His tender Love and watchful Care Shall free thee from the Fowler 's Snare , And from the noisom Pestilence : He over thee his wings shall spread , And cover thy unguarded head ; His Truth shall be thy strong Defence . No Terrours , that surprise by Night , Shall thy undaunted Courage fright , Nor deadly Shafts that fly by Day ; Nor Plague , of unknown Rise , that kills In Darkness , nor infections Ills , That in the hottest season slay . A thousand at thy side shall die , At thy Right-hand ten thousand lie , While thy firm health untouch'd remains : Thou only shalt look on , and see The Wicked's dtsmal Tragedy , And count the Sinner's mournful Gains . Because with well-plac'd Confidence , Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure Defence , And on the Highest dost rely ; Therefore no Ill shall thee besall , Nor to thy healthful Dwelling shall . Any infectious Plague draw nigh . For he thro-out thy happy days , To keep thee safe in all thy ways , Shall give his Angel strict Commands , And they , left thou shouldst chance to meet With some rough Stone to wound thy , Feet , Shall bear thee safely in their hands . Dragons and Asps that thirst for Blood , And Lions roaring for their Food , Beneath his conqu'ring Feet shall lie . Because he lov'd and honour'd me , Therefore ( says God ) I 'll set him free , And fix his glorious Throne on high . He 'll call , I 'll answer when he calls , And rescue him when Ill befalls ; Increase his Honour and his Wealth : And when , with undisturb'd Content , His long and happy Life is spent , His End I 'll crown with saving Health .
Psalm XCII . HOw good and pleasant must it be to thank the Lord most high ; And , with repeated Hymns of praise , his Name to magnifie . With ev'ry Morning 's early Dawn , his goodness to relate ; And of his constant Truth , each Night , the glad Effects repeat . To ten-string'd Instruments we 'll sing , with tuneful Psalt'ries joyn'd . And to the Harp with solemn sounds , for sacred use design'd . For thro thy wondrous works , O Lord , thou mak'st my Heart rejoyce ; The thoughts of them shall make me glad , and shout with chearful Voice . How wondrous are thy Works , O Lord ! how deep are thy Decrees ! Whose winding Tracts , in secret laid , no stupid Sinner sees . He little thinks , when wicked Men , like Grass look fresh and gay , How soon their short-liv'd Splendor must for ever pass away . But thou , my God , art still most High ; and all thy lofty Foes , Who thought they might securely sin , shall be o'erwhelm'd with Woes , Whilst thou exalt'st my sov'reign Pow'r , and mak'st it largely spread ; And with refreshing Oil anoint'st my consecrated Head . I soon shall see my stubborn Foes to utter Ruine brought ; And hear the dismal End of those who have against me fought . But righteous Men , like fruitful Palms , shall make a glorious show ; As Cedars that in Lebanon in stately order grow . These , planted in the House of God , within his Courts shall thrive ; Their Vigour and their Lustre both shall in old Age revive . Thus will the Lord his Justice shew : and God my strong Defence , Shall due Rewards to all the World impartially dispense .
Psalm XCIII . WIth Glory clad , with Strength array'd , The Lord that o'er all Nature reigns , The World's Foundations strongly laid , And the vast Fabrick still sustains . How surely stablisht is thy Throne ! Which shall no Change or Period see , For thou , O Lord , and thou alone , Art God from all Eternity . The Floods , O Lord , lift up their Voice , And toss the troubled Waves on high ; But God above can still their Noise , And make the angry Sea comply . Thy promise , Lord , is ever sure ; And they that in thy House would dwell , That happy station to secure , Must still in Holiness excell .
Psalm XCIV . O God , to whom Revenge belongs , thy Vengeance now disclose ; Arise , thou Judge of all the Earth , and Crush thy haughty Foes . How long , O Lord , shall sinful Men their solemn Triumphs make ? How long their wicked Actions boast ? And insolently speak ? Not only they thy Saints oppress , but uprovok'd , they spill The Widow's and the Stranger 's Blood , and helpless Orphans kill . " And yet the Lord shall ne'er perceive , ( profanely thus they speak ) " Nor any Notice of our Deeds " The God of Jacob take . At length ye stupid Fools , your Wants endeavour to discern ? In folly will you still proceed , and Wisdom never learn ? Can he be deaf who form'd the Ear , or blind who fram'd the Eye ? Shall Earth's great Judge not punish those , who his khown Will defie ? He fathoms all the Thoughts of Men , to him their Hearts lie bare , His Eye surveys them all , and sees how vain their Counsels are .
PART II. Blest is the Man whom thou , O Lord , in kindness dost chastise , And by thy sacred Rules to walk dost lovingly advise . This Man shall Rest and Safety find in Seasons of Distress ; Whilst God prepares a Pit for those that stubbornly transgress . For God will never from his Saints his Favour wholly take ; His own Possession and his Lot , he will not quite forsake . The World shall then confess thee just in all that thou hast done ; And those that chuse thy upright ways , shall in those Paths go on . Who will appear in my behalf , when wicked Men invade ? Or who , when sinners would oppress , my righteous Cause shall plead ? Long since had I in silence slept , but that the Lord was near , To stay me when I slip● , when sad , my troubled heart to chear . Wilt thou , who art a God most just , their sinful Throne sustain , Who make the Law a fair pretence their wicked Ends to gain ? Against the Lives of righteous Men they form their close Design ; And Blood of Innocents to spill , in solemn League combine . But my Defence is firmly plac'd in God the Lord most high ; He is my Rock , to which I may for Refuge always fly . The Lord shall cause their Ill Designs on their own heads to fall ; He in their sins shall cut them off , our God shall slay them all .
Psalm XCV . Come , loud Anthems let us sing , Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our Voices high should raise , When our Salvation's Rock we praise . Into his presence let us haste , To thank him for his Favours past ; To him address in joyful Songs , The praise that to his Name belongs . For God the Lord , enthron'd in state Is , with unrivall'd Glory , great ; A King superiour far to all , Whom Gods the Heathen slasly call . The Depths of Earth are in his hand , Her secret Wealth at his command ; The strength of hills that threat the skies Subjected to his Empire lies . The rouling Ocean's vast Abyss By the same sov'reign right is his ; T is mov'd by his Almighty hand , That form'd and fix'd the solid Land . O let us to his Courts repair , And bow with adoration there , Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall . For he 's our God , our Shepherd he , His Flock and Pasture-sheep are we ; If then you 'll ( like his Flock ) draw near , To day , if you his Voice will hear , Let not your hard'ned hearts renew Your Father's Crimes and Judgments too ; Nor here provoke my Wrath , as they In Desart Plains of Meribab ; When through the Wilderness they mov'd , And me with fresh Temptations prov'd ; They still , through Unbelief , rebell'd , While they my wond'rous Works beheld . They forty Years my Patience griev'd , Tho' daily I their Wants reliev'd ; Then , — 'T is a faithless Race , I said , Whose Heart from me has always stray'd ; They ne'er will tread my righteous path ; Therefore to them , in setled Wrath , Since they despis'd my Rest , I sware That they should never enter there .
Psalm XCVI . SIng to the Lord a new-made Song ; Let Earth , in one assembl'd Throng , Her common Patron 's praise resound . Sing to the Lord and bless his Name , From day to day his Praise proclaim , Who us has with Salvation crown'd . To Heathen Lands his Fame rehearse , His Wonders to the Universe , He 's great , and greatly to be prais'd ; In Majesty and glory rais'd Above all other Deities : For Pageantry and Idols all Are they whom Gods the Heathen call ; He only rules who made the Skies . With Majesty and Honour'd crown'd , Beauty and Strength his Throne surround : Be therefore both to him restor'd By you , who have false Gods ador'd , Ascribe due Honour to his Name ; Peace-off'rings on his Altar lay , Before his Throne your Homage pay , Which he , and he alone can claim . To worship at his sacred Court Let all the trembling World resort . Proclaim aloud , Jehovah reigns , Whose pow'r the Uhiverse sustains , And banisht Justice will restore ; Let therefore Heav'n new Joys confess , And heav'nly Mirth Let Earth express ; It s loud Applause the Ocean roar , It s mute Inhabitants rejoyce , And for this Triumph finda Voice . For Joy let fertile Valleys sing , The chearful Groves their Tribute bring ; The tuneful Quire of Birds awake , The Lord's Approach to celebrate , Who How sets out with awful State , His Circuit through the Earth to take . From Heav'n to judge the World he 's come With Justice to reward and doom .
Psalm XCVII . JEhovah reigns , let all the Earth In his just Government rejoyce ; Let all the Isles with sacred Mirth , In his Applause unite their Voice . Darkness and Clouds of awful shade His dazling Glory shroud in state ; Justice and Truth his Guards are made ; And fixt by his , Pavillion wait . Devouring Fire before his Face His Foes around with Vengeance strook ; His Lightnings set the World on blaze , Earth saw it and with Terror shook . The proudest Hills his Presence felt , Their height nor strength could help afford The proudest hills like Wax did melt In presence of th' Almighty Lord . The Heav'ns his Righteousness to show ; With Storms of Fire our Foes pursu'd ; And all the trembling World below , Have his descending Glory view'd . Confounded be their impious host , Who make the Gods to whom they pray ; All who of Pageant-Idols boast , To him , ye Gods , your worship-pay . Glad Sion of thy Triumph heard , And Judah's Daughter 's were o'er-joy'd ; Because thy righteous Judgments , Lord , Have Pagan-Pride and Pow'r destroy'd . For thou , O God , art seated high ; Above Earth's Potentates enthron'd ; Thou , Lord , unrivall'd , in the Skie , Supreme by all the God's art own'd . You , who to serve this Lord aspire , Abhor what 's ill , and Truth esteem : He 'll keep his Servants Souls entire And them from wicked Hands redeem . For Seeds are sown of glorious Light , A future Harvest for the Just ; And Gladness for the Heart that 's right , To recompence its pious Trust . Rejoyce , ye Righteous , in the Lord ; Memorials of his Holiness Deep in your faithful Breasts record , And with your thankful Tongues confess .
Psalm XCVIII . SIng to the Lord a new-made Song , who wondrous things has done ; With his Right-hand and holy Arm the Conquest he has won . The Lord has through th' astonisht World display'd his saving Might , And made his righteous Acts appear . in all the Heathens fight . Of Israel's House his Love and Truth have ever mindful been : Wide Earth's remotest Parts the Pow'r of Israel's God have seen , Let therefore Earth's Inhabitants their chearful Voices raise , And all with universal Joy resound their maker's praise . With Harp and Hymns soft Melody into the Consort bring The Trumpet and shrill Cornet's sound , before th' Almighty King . Let the loud Ocean roar her Joy , with all that Seas contain ; The Earth and her Inhabitants join consort with the Main . With Joy let Riv'lets swell to Streams , to spreading Torrents they ; And echoing Vales , from Hill to Hill , redoubled Shouts convey ; To welcome down the World 's great Judge ; who does with Justice come , And , with impartial Equity , both to reward and doom .
Psalm XCIX . JEhovah reigns , let therefore all the guilty Nations quake ; On Cherub's Wings he sits enthron'd : let Earth's Foundations shake . On Sion's Hill he keeps his Court , his palace makes her Tow'rs ; Yet thence his Sov'reignty extends supreme o'er earthly Pow'rs . Let therefore , All with praise address his great and dreadful Name ; And , with his unresisted Might , his Holiness proclaim . For Truth and Justice in his Reign , of Strength and Pow'r take place ; His judgments are with Righteousness dispens'd to Jacob's Race . Therefore exalt the Lord our God , before his Footstool fall ; And with his unresisted Might , his Holiness extol . Moses and Aron thus of old among his Priests ador'd ; Amongst his Prophets Samuel thus his sacred Name implor'd . Distrest , upon the Lord they call'd , who ne'er their Suit deny'd ; But , as with Rev'rence they implor'd he graciously reply'd . For , with their Camp , to guide their March the cloudy Pillar mov'd : They kept his Laws , and to his Will obedient Servants prov'd . He answer'd them , forgiving oft his People for their sake , And those who rashly them oppos'd , did sad Examples make . With Worship at his s●cred Courts exalt our God and Lord ; For he , who only holy is , alone should be ador'd ,
Psalm C. WIth one consent let all the Earth To God their chearful Voices raise , Glad Homage pay with awful Mirth , And sing before him Songs of praise , Convinced that he is God alone , From whom both we and all proceed ; We , whom he chuses for his own , The Flock that he vouchsafes to feed . O enter then his Temple Gate , Thence to his Courts devoutly press , And still your grateful Hymns repeat , And still his Name with praises bless . For he 's the Lord supremely good , His Mercy is for ever sure ; His Truth , which always firmly stood , To endless Ages shall endure
Psalm CI. OF Mercy 's never-failing Spring , And stedfast Judgment I will sing , And since they both to thee belong , To thee , O Lord , adrress my Song . When , Lord , thou shalt with me reside , Wife discipline my Reign : shall guide With blameless Life my self I 'll make A Pattern for my Court to take . No ill Design will I pursue , Nor those my Fav'rites make that do . Who to Reproof bears no regard , Him will I totally discard . The private Slanderer shall be In publick Justice doom'd by me : From haughty looks I 'll turn aside , And mortifie the Heart of Pride ; But Honesty call'd from her Cell , In splendour at my Court shall dwell : Who Virtue 's practice make their Care , Shall have the first Preferments there . No Politicks shall recommend His-Countrey's Foe to be my Friend : None e'er shall to my Favour rise By flatt'ring or malicious-Lyes . All those who wicked Courses take , An early Sacrifice I 'll make ; Cut off , destroy , till none remain God's holy City to profane .
Psalm CII . WHen I pour out my Soul in Pray'r , do thou , O Lord , attend To thy eternal Throne of Grace let my sad Cry ascend . O hide not thou thy glorious Face in times of deep Distress , Incline thine Ear , and when I call , my Sorrows soon redress . Each cloudy Portion of my Life , like scatter'd Smoke expires ; My shiriv'led Bones are like a Hearth parch'd with continual Fires . My Heart , like Grass that feels the Blast of some infectious Wind , Does languish so with Grief , that scarce my needful Food I mind . By reason of my sad estate I spend my Breath in Groans : My Flesh is worn away , my Skin scarce hides my starting Bones . I'm like a Pelican become , that does in Desarts mourn ; Or like an Owl that sits all day in hollow Trees forlorn . In Watchings or in restless Dreams the Night by me is spent ; As by those solitary Birds that loansom roofs frequent . All day by railing Foes I 'm made the Subject of their Scorn ; Who all , possest with furious Rage , have my Destruction sworn . When grov'ling on the Ground I lie , opprest with Grief and Fears , My Bread is strew'd with Ashes o'er , my Drink is mixt with Tears . Because on me with double weight thy heavy Wrath does lie ; For thou , to make my Fall more great , didst lift me up on high . My days just hast'ning to their end , are like an Ev'ning-shade ; My Beauty does , like wither'd Grass , with waning Lustre fade . But thy eternal state , O Lord , no length of time shall waste ; The mem'ry of thy wondrous Works , from Age to Age shall last . Thou shalt arise and Sion view with an unclouded Face ; For now her time is come , thy own appointed day of Grace , Her scatter'd Ruines , by thy Saints with pity are survey'd ; They grieve to see her lofty Spires in Dust and Rubbish laid . The Name and Glory of the Lord all heathen Kings shall fear ; When , he shall Sion build again and in full state appear . When he regards the Poor's Request , nor slights their earnest Pray'r ; Our Sons for this recorded Grace , shall his just praise declare . For God , from his abode on high , his gracious Beams display'd . The Lord from Heav'n , his lofty Throne , has all the Earth survey'd . He list'ned to the Captives moans , he heard their mournful Cry , And freed by his resistless pow'r the Wretches doom'd to die . That they in Sion , where he dwells , might celebrate his Fame , And thro the holy City sing loud praises to his Name . When all the Tribes assembling there their solemn vows address , And neighb'ring Lands , with glad Consent , the Lord their God confess But , e'er my Race is run , my strength through his fierce Wrath decays ; He has , when all my wishes bloom'd , cut short my hopeful days . Lord end not thou my Life , said I , when half is scarcely past ; Thy years from worldly Changes free , to endless Ages last . The strong Foundations of the Earth of old by thee were laid ; Thy Hands the beauteous Arch of Heav'n with wondrous Skill have made : Whilst thou for ever shalt endure , they soon shall pass away ; And , like a Garment often worn , shall tarnish and decay . Like that , when thou ordain'st their change , to thy Command they bend ; But thou continu'st still the same , nor have thy Years an End . Thou to the Children of thy Saints shall lasting Quiet give ; Whose happy Race , securely fixt , shall in thy presence live .
Psalm CIII . MY Soul , inspir'd with sacred Love , God's holy Name for ever bless ; Of all his Favours mindful prove , And still thy grateful Thanks express . 'T is he that all thy Sins forgives , And after Sickness makes thee , sound ; From Danger he thy life retrieves , By him with Grace and Mercy crown'd He with good things my Mouth supplies , My Vigour , Eagle-like renews ; He when the guiltless Suff'rer cries , His Foe with just Revenge pursues . God made of old his righteous Ways To Moses and our Fathers known : His Works to his Eternal praise , Were to the Sons of Jacob shown . The Lord abounds with tender Love And unexampl'd Acts of Grace , His waken'd Wrath does slowly move , His willing Mercy flows apace ; God will not always harshly chide , But with his Anger quickly part ; And loves his Punishments to guide More by his Love than our Desert . As high as Heav'n its Arch extends , Above this little Spot of Clay ; So much his boundless Love transcends The small Respects that we can pay . As far as 't is from East to West , So far has he our sins remov'd Who with a Father's tender Breast Has such as fear him always lov'd . For God , who all our Frame surveys , Considers that we are but Clay ; How fresh so'er we seem , our Days Like Grass or Flowers ' must fade away . Whilst they are nipt with sudden Blasts , Nor can we find their former place ; God's faithful Mercy ever lasts , To those that fear him , and their Race . This shall attend on such as still Proceed in his appointed way ; And who not only knows his Will , But to it just Obedience pay . The Lord , the universal King , In Heav'n has fixt his lofty Throne : To him , ye Angels , praises sing , In whose great strength his Pow'r is shown . Ye that his just commands obey , And hear and do his sacred Will ; Ye hosts of his , this Tribute pay , Who still what he ordains fulfil . Let ev'ry Creature jointly bless The mighty Lord : and thou , my heart , With grateful Joy thy thanks express ; And in this Consort bear thy part .
Psalm CIV . BLess God , my Soul ; thou , Lord , alone Possessest Empire without Bounds , With honour thou art crown'd , thy Throne Eternal Majesty surrounds . With Light thou dost thy self enrobe , And Glory for a Garment take : Heaven's Curtains stretch beyond the Globe Thy Canopy of State , to make . God builds on liquid Air , and , forms His Palace-chambers in the Skies ; The Clouds his Chariot are , and Storms The swift-wing'd Steeds with which he flies . As bright as flame , and swift as wind , His Ministers heav'ns palace fill , To have their sundry Tasks assign'd ; All proud to serve their Sov'reigns Will . Earth , on her Center fixt , he set , Her Face with Waters overspread ; Nor proudest mountains dar'd , as yet , To list above the waves their head But when thy awful Face appear'd , Th' insulting waves dispers'd ; they fled When once thy thunder's Voice they heard , And by their haste confest their dread . Thence up by secret tracts they creep , And , gushing from the Mountain's side , Thro' Valleys travel to the Deep , Appointed to receive their Tide , There hast thou fixt the Ocean's bounds , The threatning Surges to repel ; That they no more o'er-pass their mounds , Nor to a second Deluge swell .
PART II. Yet thence in smaller parties drawn , The Sea recovers her lost hills , And starting Springs from eve'ry Lawn , Surprize the Vales with plenteous Rills . The Feild's tame Beasts are thither led , Weary with Labour , faint with Drought , And Asses on wild mountains bred , Have sense to find these Currents out . Their shady Trees , from scorching Beams , Yield shelter to the feather'd Throng ; They drink and to , the Bounteous Streams Return the Tribute of their Song . His Rains from Heav'n , parcht hills recruit , That soon transmit the liquid ; Store ; Till Earth is burthen'd with her Fruit , And Nature's Lap can hold no more . Grass for our Cattel to devour , He makes the growth of every Field ; Herbs , for Man's use , of various pow'r , That either Food or Physick yield . With cluster'd , Grapes he crowns the Vine , To chear Man's heart opprest with Cares ; Gives Oyl that makes his Face to shine ; And Corn , that wasted Strength repairs .
PART III. The Trees of God , without the Care , Or Art of Man , with Sap are fed ; The Mountain-Cedar looks as fair As those in Royal Gardens bred . Safe in the lofty Cedar's Arms The Wand'rers of the Air may rest : The Hospitable Pine from Harms Protects the Stork , her pious Guest . Wild Goats the craggy Rock ascend , It 's tow'ring heights their Fortress make , Whose Cells in Labyrinths extend , Where feebler Creatures refuge take . The Moon 's inconstant Aspect shows Th' appointed Seasons of the Year ; Th' instructed Sun his Duty Knows , His hours to rise , and disappear . Darkness he makes the Earth to shrou'd When Forest-Beasts securely stray ; Young Lions roar their Wants aloud To providence , that sends'em Prey . They range all Night , on slaughter bent , Till summon'd by the rising Morn , To skulck in Dens , with one consent , The conscious Ravagers return . Forth to the Tillage of his soil , The Husbandman securely goes , Commencing with the Sun his Toil , With him returns to his Repose . How various , Lord , thy Works are found For which thy Wisdom we adore ! The Earth is with thy Treasure crown'd , Till Nature's hand can grasp no more .
PART IV. But still , the vast unfathom'd Main Of Wonders a new Scene supplies , Whose Depths Inhabitants contain Of every Form and every Size . Full-freighted Ships from ev'ry Port , There cut their unmolested way ; Leviathan , whom there to sport Thou mad'st , has compass there to play . These various Troops of Sea and Land , In sense of common Want agree ; All wait on thy dispensing Hand , And have their daily Alms from thee . They gather what thy Stores disperse , Without their trouble to provide ; Thou op'st thy hand , the Universe , The craving World is all supply'd . Thou for a Moment hid'st thy Face The numerous Ranks of Creatures mourn , Thou tak'st their Breath , all Nature's Race Forthwith to Mother-Earth return . Again thou send'st thy Spirit forth , T' inspire the Mass with vital Seed ; Nature's restor'd , and Parent Earth Smiles on her new created Breed . Thus through successive Ages stands Firm fixt thy Providential Care ; Pleas'd with the Work of thy own hands Thou dost the wastes of Time repair . One Look of thine , one wrathful Look , Earth's panting Breast with Terror fills ; One touch from thee , with Clouds of Smoak In darkness shrouds the proudest hills . In praising God , while he prolongs My Breath , I will that Breath imploy ; And joyn Devotion to my Songs , Sincere , as is in him my Joy . While Sinners from Earth's Face are hurl'd , My Soul , praise thou his holy Name , Till , with my Song , the listning World Joyn consort , and his praise proclaim .
Psalm CV . O Render Thanks , and bless the Lord , invoke his sacred Name : Acquaint the Nations with his Deeds , his matchless Deeds proclaim . Sing to his praise , in lofty Hymns his wondrous works rehearse ; Make them the Theme of your Discourse , and Subject of your Verse . Rejoyce in his Almighty Name alone to be ador'd ; And let their heart o'erflow with Joy that humbly seek the Lord . Seek ye the Lord , his saving strength devoutly still implore ; And where he 's ever present , seek his Face for evermore . The wonders that his hands have wrought , keep thankfully in mind ; The righteous Statutes of his Mouth , and laws to us assign'd . Know ye his Servant Abraham's Seed , and Jacob's chosen Race , He 's still our God , his Judgments stil thro-out the Earth take place . His Cov'nant he hath kept in mind for numerous Ages past , Which yet for thousand Ages more , in equal force shall last . First sign'd to Abr'am , next by Oath to Isaac made secure ; To Jacob and his Heirs a Law for ever to endure . That Canaan's Land should be their Lot , when yet but few they were ; But few in number , and those few all friendless Strangers there . In Pilgrimage from Realm to Realm , securely they remov'd ; Whilst proudest Monarchs for their sakes , severely he reprov'd . " These mine anointed are , said he , " let none my Servants wrong , " Nor treat the poorest Prophet ill , " that does to me belong . A Dearth at last , by his Command , did thro the Land prevail ; Till Corn , the chief support of Life , sustaining Corn did fail . But his indulgent Providence had pious Joseph sent Sold into Egypt , but , their Death who sold him to prevent . His Feet with heavy Chains were crush'd , with Calumny his Fame ; Till God's appointed Time and Word to his Deliv'rance came . The King his sov'reign Orders sent , and rescu'd him with speed ; Whom private Malice had confin'd , the People's Ruler freed . His Court , Revenues , Realm , were all subjected to his Will ; His greatest Princes to controul , and teach his Statesmen Skill .
PART II. To Egypt'then , invited Guests , half-famish'd Israel came ; And Jacob held , by Royal Grant , the fertile Soil of Ham. Th' Almighty there with such Increase his People multiply'd , Till with their proud Oppressors they in Strength and Number vy'd . Their vast increase th' Egyptians Hearts with jealous Anger fir'd Till they his Servants to destroy by treach'rous Arts conspir'd . His Servant Moses then he sent , his chosen Aaron too ; Empower'd with Signs and Miracles to prove their Mission true . He call'd for Darkness , Darkness came , Nature his Summons knew . Each Stream and Lake , transform'd to Blood the wondring Fishes flew . In putrid Floods throughout the Land , the Pest of Frogs was bred ; From noisom Fens sent up to croack at Pharaoh's Board and Bed . He gave the Sign , and Swarms of Flies came down in cloudy Hosts ; Whilst Earth's enliv'ned Dust below bred Lice thro all their Coasts . He sent 'em batt'ring Hail for Rain , and Fire for cooling Dew . He smote their Vines , and Forest . Plants , and Garden 's Pride o'erthrew . He spake the Word , and Locusts came , with Caterpillars joyn'd : They prey'd upon the poor Remains the Storm had left behind . From Trees to Herbage they descend ; no verdant thing they spare But like the naked Fallow-Field , leave all the Pastures bare . From Field to Villages and Towns , commission'd Vengeance flew , One fatal stroke their eldest Hopes and Strength of Egypt flew . He brought his Servants forth , enrich'd with Egypt's , borrow'd Wealth ; And , what transcends all Treasures else , enrich'd with vig'rous Health . Egypt rejoyc'd , in hopes to find her Plagues with them remov'd ; Taught dearly now to fear worse Ills by those already prov'd . Their shrouding Canopy by day a journeying Cloud was spread ; A fiery Pillar all the Night , their Desart-Marches led . They long'd for Flesh ; with Ev'ning Quails he furnish'd ev'ry Tent ; From Heav'ns own Granary , each Morn , the Bread of Angels sent . He smote the Rock ; whose flinty Breast pour'd forth a gushing Tide , Whose following Stream , where-e'er the march'd , the-Desart's Drought supply'd For still he did on Abr'am's Faith and ancient League reflect ; He brought his People forth with Joy , with Triumph his Elect. Quite-rooting out their Heathen Foes , from Canaan's fertile Soil , To them in cheap Possession gave the Fruit of other's Toil. That they his Statutes might observe , his sacred Laws obey . For Benefits so vast let us . our Songs of Praise repay .
Psalm CVI. O Render thanks to God above , The Fountain of eternal Love ; Whose Mercy firm thro' Ages past Has stood , and shall for ever last . Who can his mighty Deeds express , Not only vast , but numberless ? What Mortal Eloquence can raise His Tribute of immortal Praise ? Happy are they , and only they , Who from thy Judgments never stray , Who know what 's right , nor only so , But always practice what they know . Extend to me that Favour , Lord , Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; When tbou return'st to set them free , Let thy Salvation visit me . O! may I worthy prove to see Thy Saints in full prosperity ! That I the joyful Choir may joyn , And count thy People's Triumph mine . But ah ! can we expect such Grace , Of Parents vile , the viler Race ; Who their Misdeeds haved acted o'er , And with new Crimes increas'd the Score ? Ingrateful they no longer thought On all his Works in Egypt wrought ; The Red-Sea they no sooner view'd , But they their base distrust renew'd . Yet he , to vindicate his Name , Once more to their Deliv'rance came ; To make his Sov'reign Pow'r be known , That he is God , and he alone . To right and left , at his Command , The parting Deep disclos'd her sand ; Where firm and dry the Passage lay , As thro' some parcht and desart way . Thus rescu'd from their Foes they were , Who closely press'd upon their Rear ; Whose Rage pursu'd'em to those Waves That prov'd the rash Pursuer's Graves . The watry Mountains sudden Fall O'erwhelms proud Pharaoh , Host and all ; This Proof did stupid Israel move To own God's Truth , and praise his Love .
PART II. But soon these Wonders they forgot , And for his Counsel waited not ; But lusting in the Wilderness , Did him with fresh Temptations press . Strong Food at their Request he sent , But made their Sin their Punishment . Yet still his Saints they did oppose , The Priest and Prophet whom he chose . But Earth the Quarrel to decide , Her Vengeful Jaws extending wide , Rash Datban to her Centre drew , With proud Abiram's factious Crew . The rest of those who did conspire To kindle wild Sedition's Fire , With all their impious Train , became A Prey to Heaven's devouring Flame . Near Horeb's Mount , a Calf they made , And to the molten Image pray'd ; Adoring what their Hands did frame , They chang'd their Glory to their Shame . Their God and Saviour they forgot , And all his works in Egypt wrought ; His Signs in Ham's astonisht Coast And where proud Pharoah's Troops were lost , Thus urg'd , his vengeful hand he rear'd , But Moses in the Breach appeared ; The Saint did for the Rebels pray , And turn'd Heaven 's kindled wrath away . Yet they his pleasant Land despis'd ; Nor his repeated Promise priz'd ; Nor did th' Almighty's Voice obey , But when God said Go up , would stay . This seal'd their Doom without Redress , To perish in the Wilderness ; Or else to be by Heathen hands O'erthrown , and scatter'd thro the Lands .
PART III. Yet , unreclaim'd , this slubborn Race , Baal-peor's Worship did embrace ; Became his impious Guests , and fed On Sacrifices to the Dead . Thus they perisisted to provoke God's Vengeance to the final Stroke : 'T is come : — the deadly Pest is come To execute their gen'ral Doom . But Phinehas , fir'd with holy Rage , ( Th' Almighty Vengeance to asswage ) Did , by two bold Offender's Fall ; The Atonement make that ransom'd All. As him a heav'nly Zeal had mov'd , So Heav'n the zealous Act approv'd ; To him confirming , and his Race , The Priesthood he so well did grace . At Meribath God's Wrath they mov'd Who Moses for their sakes reprov'd ; Whose patient Soul they did provoke , Till rashly the meek Prophet spoke . Nor when possest of Canaan's Land , Did they perform their Lord's Command , Nor his commission'd Sword employ The guilty Nations to destroy . Nor only spar'd the Pagan Crew , But mingling , learnt their Vices too ; And Worship to those Idols paid , Which them to fatal Snares betray'd . To Devils they did sacrifice Their Children with relentless Eyes , Approach'd their Altars thro' a Flood Of their own Son's and Daughters Blood . No cheaper victims wou'd appease Canaan's remorseless Deities ; No Blood her Idols reconcile , But that which did the Land defile .
PART IV. Nor did these savage Cruelties The harden'd Reprobates suffice ; For after their Heart's Lust they went , And daily did new Crimes invent . But Sins of such infernal Hue , God's Wrath against his people drew , Till he ; their once indulgent Lord , His own Inheritance abhorr'd . He them defenceless did expose To their insulting Heathen Foes ; And made them on the Triumphs wait , Of those who bore them greatest Hate . Nor thus his Indignation ceas'd ; Their List of Tyrants he increas'd , Till they , who God's mild Sway declin'd , Were made the Vassals of Mankind . Yet , when distrest , they did repent His Anger did as oft relent , But freed , they did his Wrath provoke , Renew'd their Sins , and he their Yoke . Nor yet implacable he prov'd , Nor heard their wretched Cries unmov'd ; But did to mind his promise bring , And Mercy 's inexhausted Spring : Compassion too he did impart , Ev'n to their Foe 's obdurate Heart , And pity for their Suff'rings bred In those who them to Bondage led . Still save us , Lord , and Israel's Bands Together bring from Heathen Lands ; So to thy Name our thanks we 'll raise , And ever triumph in thy Praise . Let Isael's God be ever blest , His Name eternally confest ; Let all his Saints with full Accord , Sing loud Amens — Praise ye the Lord ,
Psalm CVII . TO God your grateful Voices raise , Who does your daily Patron prove , And let your never-ceasing praise Attend on his eternal Love . Let those give thanks , whom he from Bands , Of proud oppressing Foes released ; And brought them back from distant Lands , From North and South , and West and East . Thro' lonely desart ways they went , Nor could a peopl'd City find ; Till quite with Thirst and Hunger spent , Their fainting Soul within them pin'd . Then soon to God's indulgent Ear Did they their mournful Cry address ; Who graciously youchsasd to hear , And free'd them from their deep Disiress . From crooked paths he led them forth , And in the certain way did guide , To wealthy Towns of great resort , Where all their Wants were well supply'd . O then that all the Earth with me Would God for this his Goodness praisc , And for the mighty works which he Thro-out the wond'ring world displays ! For he from Heav'n the sad estate Of longing Souls with Pity views ; To hungry Souls that pant for Meat , His Goodness daily Food renews .
PART II. Some lie , with Darkness compass'd round , In deaths uncomfortable Shade ; And with unweildy Fetters bound , By pressing Cares more heavy made ; Because God's Counsel they defi'd , And lightly priz'd his holy Word , With these Afflictions they were try'd ; They fell , and none could Help afford : Then soon to God's indulgent Ear , Did they their mournful Cry address ; Who graciously vouchs'd to hear , And free'd them from their deep Distress ; From dismal Dungeons , dark as Night , And Shades as black as Death 's Abode , He brought them forth to chearful Light , And welcome Liberty bestow'd . O then that all the Earth with me , Would God for this his Goodness praise ! And for the mighty Works which he Thro out the wond'ring World displays . For he with his Almighty Hand The Gates of Brass in pieces broke ; Nor could the massy Brass withstand , Or tempered Steel resist his . Stroke .
PART III. Remorseless Wretches , void of Sense , With bold Ttansgressions God defie ; And for their multiply'd Offence , Opprett with fore Diseases lie : Their Soul , a Prey to Pain and Fear , Abhors , to taste the choicest Meats ; And they by faint Degrees draw near To Death's inhospitable Gates . Then strait to God's indulgent Ear Do they their mournful Cry address ; Who gracioufly vouchsafes to hear , And frees them from their deep Distress ! He all their sad Distempers heals , His Word both Health and Safety gives ; And when all human Succour fails , From near Destruction them retrieves . O then that all the Earth with me , Would God for this his Goodness praise ; And for the mighty Works which he Thro' out the wondring World display With Off rings let his Altar flame , Whilst they their grateful Thanks express , And with loud Joy his holy Name For all his Acts of wonder bless !
PART IV. They that in Ships with Courage bold , O'er , sweliing Waves their Trade pursue ; Do God's amazing Works behold , And in the Deep his Wonders view . No sooner his command is past , But forth a dreadful Tempest flies , Which sweeps the Sea with rapid Haste , And makes the stormy Billows rise : Sometimes the Ships , toss'd up to Heav'n , On tops of mounting Waves appear ; Then down the sleep Abysa are driv'n ; Whilst ev'ry Soul disslves with fear . They reel and stagger to and fro , Like Men with Fumes of Wine opprest ; Nor do the skilful Seamen know , Which way to sleer , whatCourse is best . Then strait to God's indulgent Ear They do their mournful Cry address ; Who gracioufly vouchsafes to hear , And frees them from their deep Distress . He does the raging Storm appease , And makes the Billows calm and still ; With Joy they see their fury cease ; And their intended course fulfil . O then that all . the Earth , with me , Would God for this his Goodness praise ! And for the mighty Works , which he Thro'out the wond'ring World dispalys ! Let them , where all the Tribes resort , Advance to Heav'n ; his glorious Name , And in the Elder 's ' Sov'reign Court , With one consent his praise proclaim !
PART V. A fruitful Land where Streams abound , God's just Revenge , if People sin , Will turn to dry and barren Ground , To punish those that dwell therein . The parcht and ' desart Heath he makes To flow with Streams and springing Wells ; Which for his Lot the Hungry takes , And in strong Cities fasely dwells . He sows the Field ; the Vineyard plants , Which gratefully his Toil repay ; Nor can , whiist God his Blessing grants , His fruitful Seed or Stock decay . But when his Sins Heav'ns wrath provoke , His Health and Substance fade away . He feels th' Oppressor's gauling Yoke , And is of Gries the wretched Prey , The Prince who slights what God commands , Expos'd to scorn , must quit his Throne ; And over wild and desart Lands , Where no Path offers , stray alone . Whilst God from all afflicting Cares , Sets up the humble Man on high ; And makes in time his num'rous Heirs With his encreasing Flocks to vie . Then Sinners shall have nought to say . The just a decent Joy shall show ; The wise these strange Events shall weigh , And thence God's Goodness fully know .
Psalm CVIII . O God , my Heart is fully bent , to magnifie thy Name ; My Tongue with cheerful Songs of Praise , shall celebrate thy Fame . Awake , my Lute ; nor thou , my Harp , thy warbling Notes delay ; Whiist I with early Hymns of Joy , prevent the dawning Day . To all the list'ning Tribes , O Lord , thy wonders I will tell , And to those Nations sing thy praise , that round about us dwell : Because thy Mercy 's boundless height the higliest Heaven transcends ; And far beyond th' aspiring Clouds thy faithful Truth extends . Be thou , O God , exalted high above the starry Frame ; And let the World , with one consent , confess thy glorious Name , That all thy chosen People Thee their Saviour may declare . Let thy Right-hand protect me still , and answer thou my Pray'r . Since God himself hath said the word , whose Promise cannot fail : With Joy I Schechem shall divide : and measure Succoth's Vale , Gilead is mine , Manasseh too ; and Ephraim owns my cause : Their Strength my Regal Pow'r supports , and Judah gives my Laws . Moab I 'll make my servile Drudge , on vanquisht Edom tread ; And through the proud Philistine Lands my conqu'ring Banners spread . By whose Support and Aid shall I their well-fenc'd City gain ? Who will my Troops securely lead thro' Edom's guarded Plain ? Lord , wilt not thou assist our Arms , which late thou didst forsake ? And wilt not thou of these our Hosls , once more the Guidance take ? O to thy Servants in Distress thy speedy Succour send : For vain it is on human Aid for Safety to depend . Then valiant Acts shall we perform , if thou thy pow'r disclose ; For God it is , and God alone , that treads down all our Foes .
Psalm CIX . O God , whose former Mercies make my constant Praise thy due , Hold not thy peace , but my , sad state with wonted Favour view . For sinful Men , with lying Lips , deceitful Speeches frame , And with their spotless Slanders seek to wound my spotless Fame . Their restless Hatred prompts them still malicious Lyes to spread ; And all aganst my Life combine , by causeless Fury led Those whom with tend'rest Love I us'd , my chief Opposers are ; Whiiist 1 , of other Friends berest , refort to thee by Pray'r . Since Mischief , for the Good did , their strange Reward dbes prove ; And Hatred's the Return they maka for undissmbl'd Lqve . Their guilty Leader , shall be made to some ill Man a'Slave ; And when he 's try'd , his mortal Foe for his Accuser have His Gift , When Sentence is pronounc'd , shall meet a dreadful Fate ; Whilst his rejected Pray'r but serves his Crimes to aggravate . He , snatch'd by some untitmely Fate , sha'n't live out half his days ; Another , by Divine Decree , shall on his Office seize . His Seed shall Orphans be , his Wife a Widow plung'd in Grief ; His vagrant Children beg their Bread , where none can give Relief . His ill-got Riches shall be made to Usurers a Prey ; The Fruit of all his Toil shall be by Strangers born away . None shall be found , that to his Wants their Mercy will extend , Or to his helpless Orphan Seed the least Affistance lend . A swift Destruction soon shall seize on his unhappy Race ; And the next Age his hated Name shall utterly deface . The Vengeance of his Father's Sins upon his Head shall fall ; God on his Mother's Crimes shall think , and punish him for all . All these in horrid Order rank'd , before the Lord shall stand ; Till his fierce Anger quite cuts off their Mem'ry from the land .
PART II. Because he never Mercy sheew'd , but still the Poor oppress'd ; And sought to slay the helpless Man , with heavy Woes distress'd , Therefore the Curse he lov'd to vent , shall his own Portion prove ; And Blessing which he still abhorr'd , shall far from him remove . Since he in cursing took such Pride , like water it shall spread Thro all hs Veins , and stick like Oil , with which his Bones are fed . This , like a poyson'd Robe , shall still his constant cov'ring be , Or an envenom'd Belt , from which he never shall be free . Thus shall the Lord reward all those that 111 to me design ; That with malicious false Reports against my Life combine . But for thy glorious Name , O God , do thou deliver me ; And for thy gracious Mercy 's sake , preserve and set me free . For I to utmost Straits reduc'd , am void of all Relief ; My heart is wounded with Distress , and quite pierc'd thro' with Grief . I , like an Ev'ning Shade , decline , which vanishes apace ; Like Locusts up and down I 'm toss'd , and have no certain place . My Knees with Fasting are grown weak , my Body lank and lean ; All that behold me shake their Heads , and treat me with Disdain . But for thy Mercy 's fake , O Lord , do thou my Foes withstand ; That all may see 't is thy own Act , the Work of thy Right-hand . Then let them curse , so thou but bless ; let Shame the Portion be Of all that my Destruction seek , while I rejoyce in Thee . My Foe shall with Disgrace be cloath'd , and , spite of all his Pride , His own Confusion , like a Cloak , the guilty Wretch shall hide . But I to God , in grateful Thanks , my chearstil Voice will raise ; And where the great Assembly meets , set forth his noble praise , For him the Poor shall always find their sure and constant Friend ; And he shall from unrighteous Dooms their guiltless Souls defend .
Psalm CX . THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake , " Till I thy Foes thy Footstool make , " sit thou in state , at my Right-hand ; " Supreme in Sion thou shall be , " and all thy proud Opposers see " subjected to thy just Command . " Thee in thy Pow'rs triumphant Day , " the willing Nations shall obey , " and when thy rising Beams they view , " shall all ( redeem'd from Error 's Night ) " appear as numberless and bright " as Chrystal Drops of Morning Dew . The Lord hath sworn , nor sworn in vain , that like Melchizedech's , thy Reign and Priesthood shall no Period know : No proud Competitor to fit at thy Right-hand will he permit ; but in his wrath crown'd Heads o'erthrow . The sentenc'd Heathen he shall flay , and fill with Carcasses his way , till he hath struck Earth's Tyrants dead . But in the high-way Brooks shall first , like a poor Pilgrim , slake his Thirst , and then in Triumph raise his Head .
Psalm CXI . PRise ye the Lord ; our God to praise My Soul her utmost Pow'r raise , With private Friends , and in the Throng Of Saints his Praise shall be my Song . His Works , for Greatness tho' renown'd , His wond'rous Works with ease are found By those who seek for them aright , And in the pious Search delight . His Works are all of matchless Fame , And universal Glory claim ; His truth , confirm'd thro'Ages past . Shall to eternal Ages last . By precept he has us enjoyn'd , To keep his wondrous Works in . mind ; And to posterity record , That good and gracious is our Lord . His Bounty , like a flowing Tide , Has all his Servants Wants supply'd ; And he will ever keep in mind His Cov'nant with our Fathers sign'd . At once astonish'd and o'erjoy'd , They saw his matchless Pow'r employ'd ; Whereby the Heathen were suppress'd , And we their Heritage possess'd . Just are the Dealings of his Hands , Immutable are his Commands By Truth and Equity sustain'd , And for eternal Rules ordain'd . He set is Saints from Bondage free , And then , establish'd his Decree , For ever to remain the fame ; Holy and Rev'rend is his Name . Who Wisdom's sacred Prize would win , Must with the Fear of God begin ; Immortal praise , and heav'nly Skill Have they who know , and do his Will.
Psalm CXII . HALLELUJAH . THat Man is blest who stands in aw Of God , and loves his sacred Law : His seed on Earth shall be renown'd , And with successive Honours crown'd . His House , the Seat of Wealth , shall be An inexhausted Treasury ; His Justice free from all Decay , Shall Blessings to his Heirs convey . The Soul that 's fill'd with Vertue 's Light , Shine's brightest in Assliction's Night : To pity the Distrest inclin'd , As well as just to all Mankind . His lib'ral Favours he extends , To some he gives , to others lends : Yet what his Charity impairs , He saves by Prudence in Affairs . Beset with threatning Dangers round , Unmov'd shall he maintain his Ground ; The sweet Remembrance of the Just , Shall flourish when he sleeps in Dust . III Tidings never can surprize His Heart that still on God relies : On Safety 's Rock he sits and sees The Shipwreck of his Enemies . His Hands , while they his Alms bestow'd , His Glory 's future Harvest sow'd , Whence he shall reap Wealth , Fame , Renown , A temp'ral and eternal Crown . The Wicked shall his Trinmph see , And gnash their Teeth in Agony ; While their unrighteous Hopes decay , And vanish , with themselves , away .
Psalm CXIII . YE Saints and Servants of the Lord , the Triumphs of his Name record , His sacred Name for ever bless . Where e'er the circling Sun displays his rising Beams , or setting Rays , due praise to his great Name address . God thro' the World extends his Sway , the Regions of eternal Day , but Shadows of his Glory are . To him whose Majesty excels , who made the Heav'n in which he dwells , let no created Pow'r compare . Tho' t is beneath his State to view in highest Heav'n what Angels do , yet he to Earth vouchsafes his Care : He takes the Needy from his Cell , advancing him in Courts to dwell , Companion to the greatest there . When childless Families despair , He sends the Blessing of an Heir , to rescue their expiring Name ; Makes her that barren was to bear , and joyfully her fruit to rear , O then extol his matcless Fame !
Psalm CXIV . WHen ‛ ISr'el by th' Almighty led , ( Enrich'd with their Oppressors spoil ) From Egypt march'd ; and Jacob's Seed From Bondage in a foreign Soil . Jehovab , for his Residence , Chose out imperial Judah's Tent , His Mansion Royal , and from thence Thro' Israel's Camp his Orders sent . The distant Sea with Terrors saw , And from th' Almighty's presence fled ; Old Jordan's Streams , surpriz'd with Awe , Retreated to their Fountain's Head . The taller Mountains skipp'd , like Rams , When danger near the Fold they hear ; The Hills skipp'd after them , like Lambs affrighted by their Leader's Fear . O Sea , what made your Tide withdraw , And naked leave your oozy Bed ? Why Jordan , against Natur 's Law , Recoild'st thou to thy Fountain's Head ? Why Mountains , did ye skip like Rams , When Danger does approach the Fold ? Why after you the Hills like Lambs , When they their Leader's Flight behold ? Earth tremble on ; well may'st thou fear Thy Lord and Maker's Face to fee ; When Jacob's awful God draws near , 'T is time for Earth and Seas to flee . To flee from God , who Natures Law Confirms and cancels at his Will ; Who Springs from flinty Rocks can draw , And thirsty Vales with Water fill .
Psalm CXV . LOrd , not to us , we claim no Share , but to thy sacred Name Give Glory for thy Mercy 's fake , and Truth 's eternal Fame . Why should the Heathen cry , Where'snow the God whom we adore ? Convince'em that in Heav'n thou art , and uncontroul'd thy Pow'r . Their God's but Gold and Silver are , the Works of Mortal Hands : With speechless Mouth , and fightless Eyes the molten Idol stands . The Pageant has both Ears and Nose , but neigher hears nor smells ; Its Hands and Feet nor feel , nor move , no Life within it dwells . Such senseless Stocks they are , that we can nothing like 'em find , But those who on their Help rely , and them for Gods design'd . O Ifr ; el , make the Lord your Trust , who is your Help and Shield ; Priests , Levites , trust in him alone , who only Help can yield . Let all , who truely fear the Lord , on him they fear , rely ; Who them in Danger can defend , and all their Wants supply . Of us he oft has mindful been , and Israel's House will bless Priests , Levites , Proselytes , ev'n All who his great Name confess . On you , and on your Heirs , he will increase of Blessings bring ; Thrice happy you , who Fav'rites are of this Almighty King . Heav'ns highest Orb of Glory , he hiS Empire 's Seat design'd ; And gave this lower Globe of Earth a Portion td Mankind . They who in Death and Silence sleep , to him no Praise afford : But we will bless for evermore our ever-living Lord .
Psalm CXVI . MY Soul with grateful Thoughts of Love intirely is poslest , Because the Lord vouchsasd to hear the Voice of my Request . Since he has now his Ear inclin'd , I never will despair ; But still in all the straits of Life to him address my Prayer . With deadly Sorrows compass'd round , with pains of Hell opprest , When Troubles seiz'd my aking Heart , and Anguish rack'd my Breast . On God's Almighty Name I call'd , and thus to him I pray'd ; " Lord , I beseech thee , save my Soul , with Sorrows quite dismay'd . How just and merciful is God , how gracious is the Lord ! Who saves the harmless , and to me does timely help afford . Then free from pensive Cares , my Soul , resume thy wonted Rest ; For God has wond'rously to thee his bounteous Love exprest . When Death alarm'd me , he remov'd my dangers and my Fears ; My Feet from falling he secur'd , and dry'd my Eyes from Tears . Therefore my Life 's remaining years , which God to me shall lend , Will I in praises to his Name , and in his Service spend . In God I trusted , and of him in greatest Straits did boast ; ( For in my Flight all hopes of Aid from faithless Men were lost : ) Then what Return to him shall I for all his goodness make ? I 'll praise his Name , and with glad Zeal the Cup of Blessing take . I 'll pay my Vows amongst his Saints , whose Blood howe'er despis'd By Wicked Men ) in God's account is always highly priz'd : By various Ties , O Lord , must I to thy Dominion bow , Thy humble Handmaid's Son , before , thy ransom'd Captive now ! To thee I 'll Off rings bring of praise ; and whilst I bless thy Name , The just performance of my Vows to all thy Saints proclaim . They , in Jerusalem shall meet , and in thy House shall joyn , To bless thy Name consent ; and mix their Songs with mine .
Psalm CXVII . WIth cheerful Notes let all the Earth to Heav'n their Voices raise ; Let all , inspir'd with godly Mirth , sing solemn Hymns of Praise : God's tender Mercy knows no bound , his Truth shall ne'er decay ; Then let the willing Nations round , their grateful Tribute pay .
Psalm CXVIII . OPraise the Lord , for he is good , his Mercies ne'er decay : That his kind Favours ever last , let thankful Isr'el say . Their Sense of his eternal Love let Aaron's House express ; And that it never fails , let all that fear the Lord confess . To God I made my humble moan , with troubles quite opprest ; And he releas'd me from my Straits , and granted my Request . Since therefore God does on my fide so graciously appear ; Why should the vain Attempts of Men possess my Soul with fear ? Since God with those that aid my Cause vouchsafes my part to take ; To all my Foes , I need not doubt , a just Return to make . For better 't is to trust in God , and have the Lord our Friend , Than on the greatest humane Pow'r for Safety to depend . Tho' many Nations closely leagu'd , did ost beset me round ; Yet by his boundless Pow'r sustain'd , I did their Strength confound . They swarm'd like Bees , and yet their Rage was but a short-liv'd Blaze ; For whilst on God I still rely'd , I vanquish'd them with ease . When all . united press'd me hard , in hopes , to make me fall ; The Lord vouchsaf'd to take my part , and sav'd me from them all . The Honour of my strange Escape to him alone belongs ; He is my Saviour , and my Strength , he only claims my Songs . Joy fills the Dwelling of the just , whom God has sav'd from Harm ; For wond'rous things are brought to pass by his Almighty Arm. He , by his own resistless Pow'r , has endless Honour won ; The saving Strength of his Right-hand amazing Works has done . God will not susser me to fall , but still prolongs my Days ; That by declaring all his Works , I may advance his Praise . When God had sorely me chastiz'd , till quite of Hopes bereav'd , His Mercy from the Gates of Death my fainting Life repriev'd , Then open wide the Temple-Gates to which the Just repair ; That I may enter in , and praise my great Deliv'rer there . Within those Gates of God's Abgde , to which the righteous press ; Since thou hast heard , and set me safe , thy holy Name I 'll bless . That which the Builders once refus'd , is now the Corner-stone ; This is the wond'rous Work of God , the Work of God alone . This Day is God's ; let all the Land exalt their cheerful Voice : Lord , we beseech thee , save us now , and make us still rejoyce . Him that approaches in God's Name , let all th' Assembly bless ; " We that belong to God's own House , " have wish'd you good Success . God is the Lord , thro' whom we all both Light and Comfort find ; Fast to the Altar's Horn with Cords , the chosen Victim bind . Thou art my Lord , O God , and still I 'll praise thy holy Name ; Because thou only art my God , I 'll celebrate thy Fame . O then with me , give thanks to God , who still does gracious prove ; And let the Tribute of our Praise be endless as his Love .
Psalm CXIX .
ALEPH. HOW blest are they who always keep the pure and perfect way ! Who never from the sacred Paths of God's Commandments stray ! How blest ! who to his righteous Laws have still obedient been ! And have with servent humble Zeal his Favour fought to win ! Such Men their utmost caution use to shun each wicked Deed ; But in the path which he directs , with constant Care proceed . Thou strictly hast enjoyn'd us , Lord , to learn thy sacred Will ; And all our Diligence employ thy Statutes to fulfil . O then that thy most holy Will might o'er my ways preside ! And I the course of all my Life by thy Direction guide ! Then with Assurance should I walk , from all Confusion free ; Convinc'd , with Joy , that all my Ways with thy Commands agree . My upright Heart shall my glad Mouth with cheerful Praises fill ; When by thy righteous Judgments taught , I shall have learnt thy Will. So to thy sacred Laws shall I all due Observance pay ; O then forsakc me not , my God , nor cast me quite away .
BETH . How shall the Young preserve their Ways , from all Pollution free ? By making still their Course of Life with thy Commands agree . With hearty Zeal for thee I seek , to thee for Succour pray ; O suffer not my carcless Steps from thy right Paths to stray . Safe in my Heart , and closely hid , thy Word , my Treasure , liew ; To succour me with timely Aid , when sinful Thoughts arise , Secur'd by that , my grateful Soul shall ever bless thy Name : O teach me then by thy just Laws my future Life to frame . My Lips unlock'd by pious Zeal , to others have declar'd , How well the Judgments of thy Mouth deserve our best Regard . Whilst in the way of thy Commands more folid Joy I found , Than had I been with vast Increase of envy'd Riches crown'd . Therefore thy just and upright Laws , shall always fill my mind ; And those sound Rules which thou prescrib'st all due resped shall find , To keep thy Statutes undesac'd shall be my constant Joy ; The strict Remembrance of thy Word shall all my Thoughts employ ,
GIMEL . Be gracious to thy Servant , Lord , do thou my Life defend : That I , according to thy Word , my future time may spend . Enlighten both my Eyes and Mind , that so I may discern The wond'rous things which they behold who thy just Precepts learn . Tho' like a Stranger in the Land , from place to place I stray , Thy righteous Judgments from my sight remove not thou away . My fainting Soul is almost pin'd , with earnest longing spent ; Whilst always on the eager Search of thy just Will , intent . Thy sharp Rebuke shall crush the Proud , whom still thy curse pursues ; Since they to walk in thy right ways presumptuously refuse . But far from me , do thou , O Lord , Contempt and Shame remove ; For I thy sacred Laws affect with undissemble'd Love . Tho'Princes ost in counsel met , against thy Servant spake ; Yet I , thy Statutes to obsrve , my constant Bus'ness make . For thy Commands have always been my Comfort and Delight ; By them I learn , with prudent Care , to guide my Steps aright .
DALETH . My Soul opprest with deadly Care , close to the Earth does cleave ; Revive me , Lord , and let , me now thy promis'd Aid receive . To thee I still declared my Ways , who didst incline thine , Ear : O teach me then my future Life by thy just Laws to steer . If thou wilt makc me know thy Laws , and by their Guidance walk , The wond'rous works which tho hadst done shall be my constant Taik , But see , my Soul within me sinks , press'd down with weighty Care ; Do thou , according to thy Word , my wasted Strength repair . Far , far from me be all false Ways and lying Arts remov'd . But kindly grant I still may keep the Path by thee approv'd . Thy faithful Ways , thou God of Truth , my happy Choice I made ; Thy Judgments , as my Rule of Life , before me always laid . My Care has been to make my Life with thy Commands agree ; O then preserve thy Servant , Lord , from Shame and Ruine free . So in the way of thy Commands shall I with Pleasure run , And with a Heart , enlarg'd with Joy , successfully go on .
HE Instruct me in thy Statutes , Lord , thy righteous Paths display ; And I from them , through all my Life , will never go astray . If thou true Wisdom from above wilt graciously impart , To keep thy perfect Laws I will devote my zealous Heart . Direct me in the sacrcd Ways to which thy Precepts lead ; Because my chief Delight has been thy righteous Paths to tread . Do thou to thy most just Commands inditie my willing Heart ; Let no defire of worldly Wealth from thee my Thoughts divert . From those vain Objects turn my Eyes which this false World displays ; But give me lively Pow'r and Strength to keep thy righteous Ways . Confirm the Promise which thou mad'st , and give thy Servant Aid , Who to transgress thy sacred Laws is awfully afraid . The foul Disgrace I justly fear , in mercy , Lord , remove ; For all the Judgments thou ordain'st , are full of Grace and Love . Thou know'ft how , after thy Commands , my longing Heart does pant ; O then make haste to raise me up , and promis'd Succour grant .
VAU . Thy constant Blessing , Lord , bestow , to cheer my drooping Heart . To me , according to thy Word , thy saving Health impart . So shall 1 when my Foes upbraid , this ready Answer make ; " In God I trust , who never will " his faithful Promise break . Then let not quite the Word of Truth be from my Mouth remov'd ; Since still my ground of stedfast Hope thy just Decrees have prov'd . So I to keep thy righteous Laws will ail my Study bend From Age to Age , my time to come in their Qbservance spend . E'er long I trust to walk at large , from all incumbrance free ; Since I resolv'd to make my Life , with thy Commands agree . Thy Laws shall be my constant talk ; and Princes shall attend . Whilst I the Justice of thy Ways with Confidence defend . My longing Heart and ravish'd Soul shall both o'erflow with Joy ; When in thy lov'd Commandments I my happy hours employ . Then will I to thy just Decrees lift up my willing Hands ; My Care and Bus'ness then shall be to study thy Commands .
ZAIN . According to thy promis'd Grace , thy Favour , Lord , extend ; Make good to me the Word , on which thy Servant's Hopes depend . That , only Comfort in distress did all my Griefs controul ; Thy Word , when troubles hem'd me round , reviv'd my fainting Soul . Insulting Foes did proudly mock , and all my Hopes deride ; Yet from thy Law , not all their Scoffs could make me turn aside . Thy Judgments then , of antient date I quickly call'd to mind ; 'Till ravish'd with such Thoughts , my Soul did speedy Comfort find . Sometimes I stand amaz'd , like one with deadly Horror strook , To think how all my sinful Foes have thy just Laws forsook . But I thy Statutes and Decrees my cheerful Anthems made ; Whilst thro' strange Lands and desart Wilds I like a Pilgrim stray'd . Thy Name , that cheer'd my Heart by day , has fill'd my Thoughts by Night ; I then resolv'd by thy just Laws , to guide my Steps aright . That Peace of Mind which has my Soul in deep distress sustain'd , By strict Obedience to thy Will I happily obtain'd .
CHETH . O Lord , my God , ray Portion thou and sure Poffession art ; Thy Words I stedfastly resolve to treasure in my Heart . With all the strength of warm desires I did thy Grace implore ; Disclose , according to thy Word , thy Mercy 's boundless Store . With due Reflection and strift Care on all my Ways 1 thought ; And so , reclaim'd to thy just Paths , my wand'ring Steps I brought . I lost no time , but made great haste , resolv'd , without delay , To watch , that I might never more From thy Commandments stray . Tho' num'rous Troops of sinful Men to rob me have combin'd ; Yet , I thy pure and righteous Laws have ever kept in mind . In dead of Night I will arise , to sing thy solemn praise ; Convinc'd how much I always ought to love thy righteous Ways . To such as fear thy holy Name my self I closely joyn , To all who their obedient Wills to thy Commands resign . O'er all the Earth thy Mercy , Lord , abundantly is shed ; O make me then exactly learn , thy facred Paths to tread .
TETH . With me , thy Servant thou hail dealt most graciously , O Lord , Repeated Benefits bestow'd , according to thy Word . Teach me the sacred Skill ; by which right Judgment is attain'd , Who in belief of thy Commands have stedfastly remain'd . Before Affliction stopt my Course , my Footsteps went astray ; But I have since been disciplin'd thy Precepts to obey . Thou art , O Lord , supremely good , and all thou dost is so ; On me , thy Statutes to discern , the saving Skill bestow . The proud have forg'd malicious Lyes my spotless Fame to stain : But my fix'd Heart , without Reserve , thy Precepts shall retain . While pamper'd they , with prosp'rous Ills , in sensual pleasures live , My Soul can relish no Delight but what thy Precepts give . 'T is good for me that I have felt Affliction 's chast'ning Rod , That I might duly learn and keep the Statutes of my God . The Law that from thy Mouth proceeds of more esteem I hold , Than untouch'd Mines , than thousand Mines of Silver and of Gold .
JOD . To me who am the Workmanship of thy Almighty Hands , The heav'nly Understanding give to learn thy just Commands . My preservation to thy Saints strong Comfort will afford , To see Success attend my Hopes , who trusted in thy Word . That right thy Judgments are , I now by sure Experience see , And that in Faithfulness , O Lord , thou hast afflicted me . O let thy tender Mercy now afford me needful Aid ; According to thy Promise , Lord , to me , thy Servant , made . To me thy saving Grace restore , that I again may live ; Whose Soul can relish no Delight , but what thy Precepts give . Defeat the Proud , who , unprovok'd , to ruine me have sought , Who only on thy sacred Laws employ my harmless Thought . Let those that fear thy Name , espouse my Cause , and those alone Who have by strict and pious search thy sacred precepts known . In thy blest Statutes let my Heart continue always found , That Guilt and Shame , the Sinners Lot , may never me confound .
CAPH . My Soul with long Expectance faints to see thy saving Grace ; Yet still on thy unerring Word my Confidence I place . My very Eyes consume and fail with waiting for thy Word ; O! when wilt thou thy kind Relief and promis'd Aid afford ? My Skin like shrivel'd Parchment shows , that long in Smoke is set ; Yet no Afftistion me can force thy Statutes , to forget , How many days must I endure of Sorrow and Distress ? When wilt thou Judgment execute on them who me oppress ? The Proud have digg'd a Pit for me , that have no other Foes , But such as are averse to thee , and thy just Laws oppose . With sacred Truth 's eternal Laws all thy Commands agree ; Men persecute me without Cause , thou , Lord , my Helper be . With close Designs against my Life they had almost prevail'd ; But in Obedience to thy Will my Duty never fail'd . Thy wonted kindness , Lord , restore , my drooping Heart to cheer ; That by thy righteous Statutes , I my Life 's whole Course may steer .
LAMED . Forever , and for ever , Lord , unchang'd thou dost remain ; Thy Word , establish'd in the Heav'ns , does all their Orbs sustain . Thro' circling Ages , Lord , thy Truth immoveable shall stand , As doth the Earth , which thou uphold'st by thy Almighty Hand . All things the Course by thee ordain'd ev'n to this day fulfil ; They are the faithful Subjects all , and Servants of thy Will. Unless thy sacred Law had been my Comfort and Delight , I must have fainted , and expir'd in dark Affliction 's Night . Thy Precepts therefore from my Thoughts shall never , Lord , depart ; For thou by them , hast to new Life restor'd my dying Heart . As I am thine , intirely thine , protect me , Lord , from Harm ; Who have thy Precepts sought to know , and carefully perform . The Wicked have their Ambush laid my guiltless Life to take ; But in the midst of danger I thy Word my Study make . I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below ; But thy Commandments , like thy felt , no Change or Period know .
MEM. The Love that to thy Laws I bear , no Language can display ; They with fresh Wonders entertain my ravish'd Thoughts all day . Thro' thy Commands I wiser grow than all my subtil Foes ; For thy sure Word does me direct , and all my Ways dispose . From me my former Teachers now may abler Counsel take ; Because thy sacred Precepts I my constant Study make . In Understanding I excel the Sages of our days ; Because by thy unerring Rules I order all my Ways . My Feet with Care I have resrain'd from every sinful Way , That to thy sacred Word 1 might intire Obedience pay . I have not from thy Judgments stray'd , by vain desircs misled ; For , Lord , thou hast instructed me thy righteous paths to tread . How sweet are all thy Words to me ; O what divine Repast ! How much more grateful to my Soul , than Honey to my Taste . Taught by thy sacred precepts , I with heav'nly Skill am blest , Thro' which the treach'rous Ways of Sin I utterly detest .
NVN. Thy Word is to my Feet a Lamp , the way of Truth to show ; A Watch-light to point out the path , in which I ought to go . I sware , ( and from my solemn Oath will never start aside ; ) That in thy righteous Judgments I will stedfastly abide . Since I with Griefs am so opprest , that I can bear no more , According to thy Word , do thou my fainting Soul restore . Let still my Sacrifice of praise with thee Acceptance find , And in thy righteous Judgments , Lord , instruct my willing Mind . Tho' ghastly dangers me surround , my Soul they cannot aw , Nor , with continual Terrors , keep from thinking on thy Law . My wicked and invet'rate Foes for me their Snares have laid ; Yet I have kept the upright path , nor from thy precepts stray'd . Thy Testimonies I have made my Heritage and Choice ; For they , when other comforts fail ; my drooping Heart rejoyce . My Heart with early Zeal began thy Statutes to obey ; And 'till my course of Life is done ; shall keep thy upright Way .
SAMECH . Deceitful Thoughts and Practices ; I utterly detest But to thy Law Affection bear too great to be exprest . My Hidihg-place , my Refuge-Tow'r and Shield art thou , O Lord ; I firmly anohor all my Hopes on thy unerring Word . Hence ye that trade in Wickedness , approach not my Abode , For firmly I resolve to keep the Precepts of my God . According to thy gracious Word , from Danger set me free , Nor make me of those Hopes asham'd that I repose on thee . Uphold me , so shall I be safe and rescu'd from Distress ; To thy Decrees continually my just Respect address . The wicked thou hast trod to earth ; who from thy statutes stray'd ; Their vile Deceit the just Reward of their own Falshood made . The wicked from thy holy Land thou dost , like Dross remove ; I therefore with such Justice charm'd , thy Testimonies love ; Yet with that love they make me dread left I should offend , When on Transgreffors I behold Thy Judgments thus descend .
AIN . Judgment and Justice I have lov'd ; O therefore , Lord , engage In my Defence , nor give me up to my Oppressors Rage . Do thou be Surety , Lord , for me ; and so shall this Distress , Prove good for me ; nor shall the Proud my guiltles Soul oppress ; My Eyes , alas ! begin to fail , in long expectance held , 'Till thy Salvation they behold , and righteous Word fulfill'd . To me , thy Servant , in distress , thy wonted Grace display , And discipline my willing Heart thy Statutes to obey . On me , devoted to thy Fear , thy sacred Skill bestow , That of thy Testimonies I the full extent may know . 'T is time , high time for thee , O Lord , thy Vengeance to employ , When Men with open Violence thy sacred Law destroy . Yet their Contempt of thy Commands , but makes their Value rise In my esteem , who purest Gold compar'd with them despise . Thy Precepts therefore I account in all respects diving , They teach me to discern the right , and all false Ways decline .
PE. The Wonders which thy Laws contain no Words can represent , Therefore to learn and practise them my zealous Heart is bend . The very entrance to thy Word celestial Light displays ; And Knowledge of true Happiness to simplest Minds conveys . With eager Hopes I waiting stood , and fainted with Desire , That of thy wise Commands I might the sacred Skill acquire . With Favour , Lord , look down on me who thy Relief implore ; As thou art wont to visit those who thy blest Name adore . Directed by thy heav'nly Word let all my Footsteps be ; Nor Wickedness of any kind Dominion have o'er me . Release , intirely set me free from persecuting Hands , That , unmolested , I may learn , and practise thy Commands . On me , devoted to thy Fear , Lord , make thy Face to shiine , Thy Statutes both to know and keep , my Heart with Zeal incline . My Eyes to Weeping Fountains turn whence briny Rivers flow , To see Mankind , against thy Laws , in bold defiance go .
TSADHI . Thou art the righteous Judge , in whom wrong'd Innocence may trust ; And , like thy self , thy Judgments , Lord , in all respects are just . Most just and true those Statutes were , which thou didst first decree , And all with Faithfulness perform'd , succeeding times shall see . With Zeal my Flest consumes away , my Soul with Anguish frets , To see my Foes contemn at once thy promises and Threats . Yet each neglected Word of thine , ( howe'er by them despis'd ) Is pure , and for eternal Truth by me , thy Servant , priz'd . Brought , for thy sake , to low Estate , Contempt from All I find ; Yet no Affronts or Wrongs can drive thy Precepts from my Mind . Thy Righteousness shall then endure , when Time it self is past ; Thy Law is Truth it self , that Truth which shall for ever last . Tho' Trouble , Anguish , Doubts and Dread , to compass me unite , Beset with Danger , still I make thy Precepts my Delight . Eternal and unerring Rules thy Testimonies give : Teach me the Wisdom that will make my Soul for ever live .
KOPH . with my whole Heart to God I Call'd , Lord , hear my earnest Cry ; And I thy Statues to perform , will all my Care apply . Again more servently I pray'd , O save me , that I may Thy Testimonies throughly know , and stedfastly obey . My earlier Pray'r the dawning Day prevented , while I cry'd To him on whose engaging Word my Hope alone rely'd . With Zeal have I awak'd before the midnight-Watch was set , That I , of thy mysterious Word , might perfect Knowledge get . Lord , hear my supplicating Voice , and wonted Favour shew ; O quicken me , and so approve thy Judgments ever true . My persecuting Foes advance , and hourly nearet draw ; What Treatment can I hope from them who violate thy Law ? Tho' they draw nigh , my comfort is , thou , Lord , art yet more near , Thou , whose Commands are righteous all , thy promises sincere . Concerning thy Divine Decrees my Soul has known of old , That they were true , and shall their Truth to endless Ages hold .
RESCH. Cosider my Affiction , Lord , and me from Bondage draw ; Think on try Servant in Distress , who ne'er Forgets thy Law . Plead thou my cause ; to that and me thy timely Aid afford ; With Beams of mercy quicken me , according to thy Word . From hard'ned Sinners thou remov'st Salvatien far away ; 'T is just should'st withdraw from them who from thy Statutes stray . Since great thy tender mercies are to all who thee adore ; According to thy Judgments , Lord , my fainting Hopes restore . A num'rous Host of spiteful Foes against my life combine ; But all too few to force my Soul thy Statutes , to decline . Those bold Transgressors I beheld , and was with grief opprss'd , To see with what audacious Pride thy Cov'nant they transgress'd . Yet while they slight , consider , Lord , how I thy Precepts love ; O therefore quicken me with Beams of mercy from above . As from the Birth of Time thy Truth has held through Ages past , So shall thy righteous Judgments , firm , to endless Ages last .
SCHIN . Tho' mighty Tyrants , without cause , conspire my Blood to shed , Thy sacred Word Has Pow'r alone to fill my Heart with dread And yet that Word my joyful Breast with heav'nly Raptur warms , Nor Conquest , nor the Spoils of War , have such transporting Charms . Perfidious Practises and Lies I utterly detest ; But to thy Laws affection bear , too vast to be exprest . Sev'n times a day , with grateful voice thy Praises I resound , Because I find thy Judgments all with Truth and Justice crown'd . Secure , substantial Peace have they who truly love thy Law ; No smiling Mischief them can tempt ; nor frowning Danger aw . For thy Salvation I have hop'd , and tho' so long delay'd , With cheerful Zeal and strictest Care all thy Commands obey'd Thy Testimonies I have kept , and constantly obey'd ; Because the love I bore to them the Service easie made . From strict Observance of thy Laws I never yet withdrew , Convinc'd that my most secret ways are open to thy View .
TAU. To my Request and earnest Cry attend , O gracious Lord ; Inspire my Heart with heav'nly Skill , according to thy Word . let my repeated Pray'r at last before thy Throne appear ; According to thy plighted Word , For my Relief draw near . Then shall my grateful Lips return the Tribute of their praise , When thou thy Counsels hast reveal'd , and taught me thy just ways . My Tongue the praises of thy Word shall thankfully resound , Because thy Promises are all with Truth and Justice crown'd . Let thy Almighty Arm appear , and bring me timely Aid ; For I the Laws thou hast ordain'd , my Heart 's free choice have made . My Soul has waited long to see thy saving Grace restor'd ; Nor Comfort knew , but what thy Laws , thy heav'nly Laws , afford . Prolong my life , that I may sing my great restorer's Praise ; Whose Justice from the depth of Woes , my fainting Soul shall raise . Like some lost Sheep I 've stray'd , till I despair my way to find ; Thou therefore , Lord , thy Servent seek , who keeps thy Laws in mind .
Psalm CXX IN deep Distress I ost have cry'd To God who neyer yet deny'd To rescue me opprest with Wrongs . Once more , O Lord , Deliv'rance send , From lying Lips my Soul desend , And from the Rage of stand'ring Tongues . What little Profit can accrue ? And yet what , heavy Wrath is due , O thou perfidious Tongue ! to thee ? Thy Sting upon thy self shall turn ; Of lasting Flames that fiercely burn , The constant Fuel thou shalt be . But O! how ' wretched is my Doom , Who am a Sojourner become In barren Mesecb's desart Soil ! With Kedar's wicked Tents inclos'd , to lawless Savages expos'd , Who live on nought but Tehstand Spoll . My hapless Dwelling is with those Who Peace and Amity oppose , and Pleasure take in others Harms : Sweet Peace is all I court and seek ; But when to them of Peace I speak , they strait cry out , To Arms , to Arms.
Psalm CXXI . To Sion's Hill I lift my Eyes , From thence expecting Aid ; From Sion's Hill and Sion's God , who Heaven and Earth has made . Then thou , my Soul , in sefety rest , thy Guardian will not sleep ; His watchful Care that Isr'el guards , will Isr'el's Monarch keep . Shelter'd beneath th' Almighty's Wings , thou shalt securely rest , where neither Sun nor Moon shall thee by Day or Night molest . From common Accidents of Life his care shall guard thee still : From the blind strokes of Chance and Foes , that lie in wait to kill . At home , abroad , in Peace , in War , thy God shall thee desend ; Conduct thee thro' Life's Pilgrimage safe to thy Journey 's end .
Psalm CXXII . O' T was a joyful Sound to hear our tribes devoutly say , Up Isr'el , , to the Temple haste , and keep your Festal Day . AT Salem's Courts we must appear with our assembl'd Pow'rs ; In strong and beauteous Order rang'd , like her united Tow'rs . T is thirher , by Divine Command the Tribes of God repair , Before his Ark to celebrate his Name with praise and Pray'r . Tribunals stand erected there ; where Equity takes place ; There stand the Courts and Palaces of Royal David's Race . O , pray we then for Salem's Peace , for they shall prosp'rous be , ( Thou holy City of our God! ) who bear true Love to thee . May Peace within thy'sacred Walls a constant Guest be found , With Plenty and Prosperity thy Palaces be crown'd . For my dear Brethren's sake , and Friends no less than Brethre dear , I 'll --- pray May Peace in Salem's Tow'rs a constant Guest appear . But most of all I 'll seek ; thy Good , and ever wish thee well , For Sion and the Temple's sake , where God vouchsafes to dwell .
Psalm CXXIII . ON thee who dwell'st above the Skies , For mercy wait my longing Eyes ; As Servants watch their Master's Hands , And Maids their Mistress's Commands . O then have Mercy on us , Lord , Thy gracious Aid to us afford ; To us whom cruel Fops oppress Grown rich and proud by our Distress .
Psalm CXXIV HAD not the Lord ( may Isr'el say ) been pleas'd to interpose ; Had he not then espous'd our Cause when Men against us rose : Their wrath had swallow'd is alive , and rag'd wlthout Coutroul ; Their Spite and Pride's united Floods had quite o'erwhelm'd our Soul . But prais'd be our eternal Lord , who rescu'd us that Day , Nor to their savage Jaws gave up our threat'ned Lives a prey . Our Soul is like Bird escap'd from out the Fowler 's Net ; The Snare is broke , their Hopes are cross'd , and we at freedom set . Secure in his Almighty Name , our Confidence remains , Who , as he made both Heay'n and Earth , of both sole Monarch reighs .
Psalm CXXV . WHO place on Sion's God their Trust , like Sion's Rock shall stand ; Like her immoveably by fixt by his Almighty Hand . Look how the Hills on ev'ry side jerusalem inclose , So stands the Lord around his Saints , to guard 'em from their Foes . The wicked may afflict the Just , but ne'er too long oppress , Nor force him , by Despair to seek base means for his Redress . Be good , O righteous God , to those who righteous Deeds affect ; The Heart that innocence retains , let innocence protect . All those who walk in crooked Paths , the Lord shall soon dostroy ; Cut off th' Unjust , but crown the Saints with lasting Peace and Joy .
Psalm CXXVI . WHen Sion's God her Sons recall'd from long Captivity , It seem'd at first a Pleasing Dream of what we wish'd to see . But soon in an accustom'd Mirth we did our Voice employ , And sung our great Restorer's Praise in thankful Hymns of Joy . Our Heathen Foes repining stood , yet were compell'd to own , That great and wondrous was the Work our God for us had done . 'T was great , say they ; t was wond'rous great , much more should we confess ; The Lord has done great things , where of we reap the glad Success . To us bring back the Remnant , Lord , of Isrel's captive Bands . More welcome than refreshing Showr's to parch'd and thirsty Lands . That we , whose Work commenc'd in Tears , may see our Labours thrive , Till finish'd with success , to make our drooping Hearts revive . Tho' he despond that sows his Grain , yet doubtless he shall come To bind his full ear'd Sheaves , and bring the joyful Harvest home .
Psalm CXXVII . WE build with fruitless Cost , unless the Lord the Pile sustain , Unless the Lord the City keep , the Watchman wakes in vain . In vain we rise before the day , and late to rest repair Allow no respite to our Toil , and eat the Bread of Care ; Supplies of Life , with Ease to them , he on his Saints bestows ; He crowns their , Labour with Success , thier Nights with sound Repose . Children , those Comfort of our Life , are Presents from the Lord ; He gives a num'rous Race of Heirs , As Piety's Reward . As Arrows in a Giant 's Hand , when marching forth to War , Ev'n so the Sons of sprightly youth , their Parents Safeguard are . Happy the man whose Quiver's fill'd with these prevailing Arms ; He needs not fear to meet his Foe , at Law , or War's Alarms .
Psalm CXXVIII . THE Man is blest who fears the Lord , nor only Worship pays , But keeps his steps confin'd with Care , to his appointed ways . He shall upon the sweet Returns of his own Labour seed ; Without dependanc live , and see his Wishes all succeed , His Wise ; like a fair fertile Vine , Her lovely Fruit shall bring ; His Children , like young Olive-plant , about his Table spring ; Who fears the Lord , shall prosper thus ; him Sion's God shall bless , And grant him all his days to see jweusalem's Success . He shall live on , till Heirs from him descend with vast Increase : Much blest in his own prosp'rous State , and more in Isr'el's Peace .
Psalm CXXXIX . FRom my Youth up , may Isr'el say , they oft have me affail'd , Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits , but never quite prevail'd They oft have plow'd my patient Back with Furrows deep and long , But our just God has broke their Chains , and rescu'd us from Wrong . Defeat , Confusion , shameful Rout , be still the Doom of those , Their righteous Doom , who Sion hate , And Sion ; s God oppose . Like Corn upon our House's Tops , untimely let them fade , Which too much Heat , and want of Root , has blasted in the Blade : Which in his Arms no Reaper takes , but unregarded leaves ; Nor Binder thinks ir worth his Pains to sold it into Sheaves . No Traveller that passes by , vouchsafes a Minute's Stop To give it one kind Look , or crave Heav'ns Blessing on the Crop .
Psalm CXXX . FRom lowest Depths of Woe , to God I sent my Cry ; Lord ! hear my supplicating voice , and graciously reply . Should'st thou feverely judge ; who can the Tryal bear ? But thou forgiv'st , left we despond , and quite renounce thy Fear . My Soul with patience waits for thee the living Lord ; My Hopes are on thy Promise built , thy never-filing Word . My longing Eyes look out for thy enliv'ning Ray , More duly than the Morning-Watch to spy the dawning Day . Let Isr'el trust in God ; no bounds his Mercy knows ; The plenteous Source and Spring from whence Eternal Succour flows . Whose friendly Streams to us Supplies in Want convey ; A healing Spring , a Spring to cleans , and wash our Guilt away .
Psalm CXXXI . O Lord , I am not proud of Heart , nor cast a scornful Eye ; Nor my aspiring Thoughts employ in things for me too high . With Insant-Innocence thou know'st I have my self demean'd ; Compos'd to Quiet , like a Babe , that from the Breast is wean'd . Like me let Isrel hope in God , his Aid alone implore ; Both now and ever trust in him who lives for evermore .
Psalm CXXXII . LET David , Lord , A constant place in thy Remembrance find ; Let all the Sorrows he endur'd , be ever in thy Mind . Remember what a solemn Oath to thee , his Lord , he swore ; How to the mighty God He vow'd , whom Jacob's Sons adore . I will not go into mind House , nor to my Bed ascend ; No soft Repose shall close my Eyes ; nor Sleep my Eye-lids bends ; Till for the Lord 's design'd Abode I mark'd the destin'd Ground ; Till I a decent place of Rest for Jacob's God have found Th' appointed place ; with Shouts of joy ; at Epbrata we found , And made the Woods and neighb'ring fields our glad Applause resound . O! with due Rev'rence let us then to his Abode repair ; And prostrate at his Footstool fall'n pour out our humble Pray'r . Arise , O Lord , and now Posseess thy constant place of Rest ; Be that , not only with thy Ark , but with thy Presence blest . Clothe thou thy Priests with Righteousness make thou thy Saints rejoyce ; And for thy Servant David's sake hear thy Anointed's Voice . God sware to David in his Truth , ( nor shall his Oath be vain ) One of thy Off-spring after thee upon thy Throne shall reign : And if thy Seed my Cov'nant keep , and to my Laws submit , Their Children too upon thy Throne for evermore shall fit . For sion does , in God's esteem , all other Seats excel ; His place of everlasting Rest , where he desires to dwell . Her Store , says he , I will increase , her Poor with Plenty bless ; Her Saints shall shout for Joy , her Priests my saving-health confess . There David's Pow'r shall long remain in his successive Line , And my anointed Servant there shall with fresh Lustre shine . The Faces of his vanquisht Foes confusion shall o'er-spread ; Whilst with confirm'd Success his Crown shall flourish on his Head .
Psalm CXXXIII . How vast must their Advantage be ! how great their Pleasure prove ! Who live like Brethren , and consent in Offices of Love ! True Love is like that precious Oyl , which , Pour'd on Aaron's Head , Ran down his Beard , and o'er his Robes its costly Moisture shed . 'T is like refreshing Dew , which does on Hermons Top distill ; Or like the early Drops that fall on Sion's fruitful Hill . For Sion is the chosen Seat , where the Almighty King The promis'd Blessing has ordain'd , And Life's eternal Spring .
Paslm CXXXIV . B Less God , ye Servants that attend upon his solemn State ; That in his Temple , Night by Night , with humble Rev'rence wait : Within his House lift up your Hands , and blese his holy Name ; From Sion bless thy Isr'el , Lord , who Earth and Heav'n didst frame .
Psalm CXXXV O Praise the Lord with one Consent , and magnifie his Names ; Let all the Servants of the Lord his worthy praise proclaim . Praise him all ye that in his House , attend with constant care ; With , those that to his outmost Courts with humble Zeal repair . For this our truest Int'rest is , glad Hymns of praise to snig ; And with loud Songs to bless his Name , a most delightful thing . For Gad his own peculiar choice the Sons of Jacob makes ; And Isr'el's Off-spring for his own most valu'd Treasure takes . That God is great , we often have by glad Experience found ; And seen how he with wond'rous Pow'r above all Gods is crown'd . For he with unresisted Strength , performs his Sov'reign Will ; In Heav'n , and Earth , and watry Stores that Earth's deep Caverns fill . He raises Vapours from the Ground , which dois'd in liquid Air , Fall down at last in Showrs , thro' which his dreadful Lightnings glare : He from his Store-house brings the Winds , and he with vengeful Hand , The First-born flew of Man and Beast , thro' Egypt's mourning Land . He dreadful Signs and Wonders shew'd thro' stubborn Egypt's Coasts , Nor Pharaoh could his Plagues escape , nor all his num'rous Hosts . T was he that various Nations smote , and , mighty Kings suppress'd ; Sihon and Og , and all besides who Canaan Land possess'd . Their Land , upon his chosen race he firmly did entail ; For which his Fame shall always last , his Praise shall never fail . For God shall soon his People's Cause with pitying Eyes survey ; Repent him of his Wrath , and turn his kindled Rage away . Those Idols , whose false Worship spreads o'er all the Heathen Lands , Are made of Silver and of Gold , the Work of humane Hands , They move not their fictitious Tongues , nor see with polish'd Eyes ; Their counterfeited Ears are deaf , no Breath their Mouth supplies . As senseless as themselves are they that all their Skill apply To make them , or in dang'rous Times , on them for Aid rely . Their just Returns of Thanks to God , let gratefull Isr'el pay ; Nor let the Priests of Aaron's Race to bless the Lord delays ; Their Sense of his unbounded Love let Levi's House express ; And let all those that fear the Lord his Name for ever bless : Let all with Thanks his wond'rous Works in Sion's Courts proclaim . Let them in Salem , where he dwells , exalt his holy Name .
Psalm CXXXVI . To God the mighty Lord , Your joyfull Thanks repeat , To him due prase afford As good as he is great ; For God does prove Our constant Friend , His boundless Love Shall never end To him whose wond'rous Pow'r All other Gods obey , Whom earthly Kings adore , This gratefull Homage pay : For God , &c. By his Almighty Hand Amazing Works are wrought ; The Heav'ns by his Command Were to perfection brought . For God , &c. He spread the Ocean round About the spacious Land ; And made the rising Ground Above the Waters stand . For God , &c. Thro' Heav'n he did display His num'rous Hosts of Light ; The Sun to rule by day , The Moon and Stars by Night . For God , &c. He struck the First-born dead Of Egypt's stubborn Land ; And thence his People led With his resistless Hand . For God , &c. By him the raging Sea , As if in pieces rent , Disclos'd a middle way Thro' which his people went . For God &c. Where soon he overthrew Proud Pharaoh and his Host , Who daring tp pursuo , Were in the Billows lost . For God , &c Thro' Desarts vast and wild He led the chosen Seed ; And famous Princes foil'd , And made great Monarchs bleed . For God , &c. Sibon , whose potent Hand Great Ammon's Sceptre sway'd , And Og , whose stern Command Rich Bashan's Land obey'd . For God , &c. And of his wondrous Grace , Their Lands , whom he destroy'd , He gave to Isr'el's Race , To be by them enjoy'd . For God , &c. He in our Depth of Woes , On us with Favour thought ; And from our cruel Foes In Peace and Safety brought . For God , &c. He does the Food supply On which all Creatures live : To God who reigns on high Eternal Praises give . For God will prove Our constant Friend , His boundless Love Shall never end .
Psalm CXXXVII . WHEN we , our weary'd Limbs to rest , Sat down by proud Euphrates Stream , We wept , with doleful Thoughts opprest , And Sion was our mournful Theme . Our Harps , that when with Joy we sung , Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear , With silent Strings neglecfted hung On Willow-trees that wither'd there . Mean while our Foes , who all conspir'd To triumph in our slayish Wrongs , Musick and Mirth of us requir'd : " Come , sing us one of Sion's Songs . How shall we tune our Voice to sing ? Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands ? Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King Be sung by Slaves in foreign Lands ? O Salem , our once happy Seat ! When I of thee forgetful prove , Let then my trembling Hand forget The speaking Strings with Art to move ! If I to mention thee forbear , Eternal Silence seize my Tongue ; Or if I sing one chearful Ayr , Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song . Remember , Lord , how Edom's Race , In thy own City's fatal Day , Cry'd out , " her stately Walls desace , " And with the Ground quite level lay . Proud Babel's Daughter , doom'd to be Of Grief and Woe the Wretched Prey ; Blest is the Man who shall to thee The wrongs thou lay'st on us , repay . Thrice blest , who with Just Rage possest , And deaf to all the Parents Moans , Shall snatch the Infants from the Breast , And dash their Heads against the Stones .
Psalm CXXXVIII . WIth my whole Heart , my God and King ; thy praise I will proclaim ; Besore the Gods with Joy will sing , and bless thy holy name . I 'll worship at thy sacred Seat ; and with thy Love inspir'd , The praises of thy Truth repeat , o'er all thy Works admir'd Thou graciously inclind'st thine Ear , when I to thee did cry ; And when my Soul was press'd with Fear , didst inward Strength supply . Therefore shall ev'ry earthly Prince thy Name with praise pursue , Whom these admir'd Events convince that all thy Works are true . They all thy wondrous ways , O Lord , with chearful Songs shall bless ; And all thy glorious Acts record , thy awful Pow'r confess . For God , altho' enthron'd on high , does hence the poor respect ; The Proud , far off , his scornful Eye beholds with just neglect . Tho' I with Troubles am oppress'd , he shall my Foes disarm : Relieve my Soul when most distress'd , and keep me safe from Harm ! The Lord , whose Mercies ever last , shall fix my happy State ; and mindful of his Favours past , shall his own Work complete .
Pslam CXXXIX . THOU , Lord , by strictest search hast known My rising up , and lying down ; My secret Thoughts are known to thee , Known long before conceiv'd by me . Thine Eye my Bed and Path surveys , My publick Haunts , and private Ways ; Thou know'st what 't is my Lips would vent , My yet-unnutter'd Words intent . Surrounded by thy Pow'r I stand ; On every side I find thy Hand . O Skill , for human reach too high ! Too dazling bright for mortal Eye ! O could I so perfidious be To think of once deserting thee ! Where , Lord cou'd I thy Influence shun , Or whither from thy presence run ? If up to Heav'n I take my slight , 'T is there thou dwellst , enthron'd in light : Or dive to Hell's insernal Plains , 'T is there Almighty Vengeance reigns , If I the Morning's Wings cou'd gain , And fly beyond the Western Main ; Thy swister Hand wou'd first arrive , And there arrest thy Fugitive . Or shou'd I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable Wings of night ; One glance from thee , one piercing Ray , Would kindle Darkness into Day . The Veil of Night is no disguise , No Screen from thy all-searching Eyes ; Thro' midnight-Shades thou find'st thy way , As in the plazing Noon of Day ! Thou know'st the Texture of my Heart , My Reins , and ev'ry vital Part Each single Thread , in Natute's Loom , By thee was cover'd in the womb . I 'll praise thee from whose Hands I came , A Work of such a curious Frame ; The Wonders thou in me hast shown , My Soul with grateful Joy must own . Thine Eyes my Substance did survey , While yet a lifeless mass it lay In secret , how exactly wrought , E'er from its dark Enclosure brought . Thou didst shapeless Embrio see , Its parts were registred by thee ; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took , Form'd by the Model of thy Book . Let me acknowledge too , O God , That since this Maze of life I trod , Thy thoughts of Love to me furmount The pow'r of Numbers to recount . Far sooner could I reckon o'er The Sands upon the Ocean's Shore : Each Morn revising what I 've done , I find the account but new begun . The wicked thou shalt slay , O God ; Depart from me , ye men of Blood , Whose Tongues Heav'ns Majesty profane , And take th' Almighty's Name in vain . Lord , hate not I their impious Crew , Who thee with Enmity pursue ? And does not Grief my Heart oppress , When Repobates thy Laws transgress ? Who practise Enmity to thee , Shall utmost Hatred have from me : Such men I utterly detest , As if they were my Foes prosest . Search , try , O God , my Thoughts and Heart , If mischief lurks in any part ; Correct me where I go astray , And guide me in thy perfect way .
Psalm CXL . PReserve me , Lord , from crafty Foes of teacherous intent ; And from the Sons of Violence , on open Mischief bent . Their sland'ring Tongue the Serpent's Sting in sharpness do's exceed ; Between their Lips the Gall of Asps and Adders Venom breed . Preserve me , Lord , from wicked Hands , nor leave my Soul forlorn , A Prey to Sons of Violence , who have my Ruine sworn . The proud for me have laid their Snare , and spread their wily Net ; With Traps and Gins where e'er I move , I sind my Steps beset . But thus environ'd with Distress , thou art my God , I said ; Lord , hear my supplicating Voice that calls to thee for Aid . O Lord , the God , whose saving Strength kind Succour did convey , And cover'd my advent'rous Head in Battel 's doubtful day . Permit not their unjust Designs to answer their Desire ; Lest they encourag'd by Success , to bolder Crimes aspire . Let first their Chiess the sad Effects of their Injustice mourn ; The blast of their envenom'd Breath , upon themselves return . Let them who kindl'd first the flame , its Sacrifice become ; The Pit they digg'd for me be made their own untimely Tomb. Tho' Slanders Breath may raise a Sorm , it quickly will decay ; Their Rage does but the Torrent swell that bears themselves away . God will assert the poor Man's Cause , and speedy Succour give ; The Just shall celebrate his praise , and in his Presence live .
Psalm CXLI . TO thee , O Lord , my Cries ascend , O haste to my Relief : And with accustom'd Pity hear the Accents of my Grief . Instead off'rings , let my Pray'r like Morning-Incense rise ; My listed Hands supply the place of Evening Sacrifice . From hasty Language curb my Tongue ; and let a constant Guard Still keep the Portal of my Lips with wary Silence barr'd . From wicked Men's Designs and Deeds my Heart and Hands restrain ; Nor let me in the Booty share of their unrighteous Gain . Let upright Men reprove my Faults , and I shall think 'em kind , Like Balm that heals a wounded Head , I their Reproof shall find ; And , in return , my servent pray'r I shall for them address , When they are tempted and reduc'd , like me , fo sore Distress . When sculking in Engeddh's Rock , I to their Chiess appeal , If one reproachful Word I spoke , when I had pow'r to kill . Yet us they persecute to Death , our scatter'd Ruins lie As thick , as from the Hewer's Ax the sever'd Splinters slie . But , Lord , to thee I still direct my supplicating Eye O leave not destitute my Soul , whose Trust on thee relies ! Do thou preserve me fcam the Snares that wicked Hands have laid ; Let them in their own Nets be caught , while my Escape is made .
Psalm CXLII . TO God with mournful Voice in deep Distress I pray'd ; Made him the Umpire of my Cause , my Wrongs before him laid . Thou didst my Steps direct . when my griev'd Soul despair'd ; For where I thought to walk secure , they had their Traps prepar'd . I look'd , but sound no Friend to own me in Distress ; All Refuge fail'd , no man vouchsifd his Pity , or Redress . To God at last I pray'd , thou , Lord , my Refuge art , My portion in the Land of Life , till Life it sels depart . Reduc'd to greatest Straits , to thee I make my moan , O! save me from oppressing Foes , for me too pow'rful grown . That I may praise thy name , my Soul from Prison bring ; Whilst of thy kind Regard to me assembled Saints shall sing .
Psalm CXLIII . LORD , hear my Pray'r , and to my Cry thy wonted Audience lend ; In thy accustom'd Faith and Truth a gracious Answer send . Nor at thy strct Tribunal bring thy servant to betry'd For in thy sight no living Man can e'er be justify'd . The spightful Foe pursues my life , whose Comforts all are fled ; He drives me into Caves as dark as Mansions of the dead . My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd , and sinks within ray Breast ; My mournful Heart grows desolate , with heavy Woes opprest . I call to mind the Days of old ; and Wonders thou hast wrought : My former Dangers and Escapes employ my musing Thought . To thee my Hands in humble Prayer I fervently stretch out ; My Soul for thy resreshment thirsts , like Land oppress'd with Drought . Hear me with speed ; my Spirit fails ; thy Face no longer hide , Left I become forlorn like them that in the Grave reside . Thy kindness early let me hear , whose Trust on thee depends ; Teach me the Way where I should go : my Soul to thee ascends . Do thou , O Lord , from all my Foes prescribe , and set me free ; A safe Retreat against their Rage , my Soul implores from thee . Thou art my God , thy righteous Will instruct me to obey : Let thy good Spirit condust and keep my Soul in thy right way . 0 for the sake of thy great Name revive my drooping heart For thy Truth's'sake , to me distress'd ; thy promis'd Aid impart , In pity to my Suff'rings , Lord ; reduce my Foes to shame ; Slay tham that persecute a Soul devoted to thy Name .
Psalm CXLIV FOR ever blest be God the Lord , Who does his needful Aid impart , At once both Strength and Skill assord To weild my Arms with warlike Art . His Goodness is my Fort and Tow'r , My strong Deliv'rance and my Shield ; In him I trust , whose matchless Pow'r Makes to my sway fierce Nations yield . Lord , what'sin Man that thou shouldst lov'e Of him such tender Care to take ? What in his Off-spring cou'd thee move Such great Account of him to make ? The Life of Man does quickly fade , His Thoughts but empty are , and vain ; His Days are like a slying Shade , Of whose short stay no Signs remain . In solemn State , O God , descend , Whilst Heav'n its losty Head inclines ; The smoking Hills asounder rend , Of thy Approach the awful Signs . Discarge thy dreadful Lightnings round , And make my scatter'd Foes retreat ; Them with thy pointed Arrows wound . And their Destruction soon complete . Do thou , O Lord , from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell ; And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threatning Waves that proudly swell . Fight thou against my foreign Foes , Who utter Speeches false and vain ; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close , Their sworn Engagement ne'er maintain . So I to thee , O King of kings , In new-made Hymns my Voice shall raise , And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy praise . " God does to Kings his Aid afford , " to them his sure Salvation sends ; " T is he that from the murd'ring Sword " His Servant David still desends . Fight thou against my foreign Foes , Who utter Speeches false and vain , Who , tho' in solemn Leagues they close , Their sworn Engagement ne'er maintain . Then our young Sons like Trees shall grow , Well planted in some fruitful place ; Our Daughters shall like Pillars show , Design'd some royal Court to grace . Our Garners , fill'd with various Store , Shall us and ours with Plenty feed ; Our Sheep increasing more and more , Shall thousands and ten thousands breed . Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow , Nor in their constant Labour faint ; Whilst we no War , nor Slav'ry know , and in our Streets hear no Complaint . Thrice happy is that people's Case , Whose various Blessings thus abound , Who God's true Worship stili embrace , And are with his Protection crown'd .
Psalm CXLV . THEE I will bless , my God and King thy endless praise proclaim ; This Tribute daily I will bring , and ever bless thy name . Thou , Lord , beyond compare art great , and highly to be prais'd ; Thy Majesty , with boundless Height ; above our Knowledge rais'd . Renown'd for mighty Acts , thy Fame to future times extends ; From Age to Age thy glorious Name successively descendss . Whilst I thy Glory and Renown , and wond'rous Works express ; The World with me thy Might shall own ; and thy great Pow'r confese . The praise that to thy Love belongs , they shall with Joy proclaim ; Thy Truth of all their grateful Songs shall be the constant Theme . The Lord is good ; fresh Acts of Grace his Pity still supplies ; His Anger moves with slowest pace : his willing mercy flies . Thy Love thro' Earth extends its Fame , to all thy Works express ; These shew thy Praise , whilst thy great Name is by thy Servants blest . They , with the glorious Prospect fir'd , shall of thy Kingdom speak ; And thy great Pow'r by all admir'd , their losty Subject make . God's glorious Works of ancient date shall thus to all be known ; And thus his Kingdom 's Royal State , with publick Splendor shown . His stedfast Throne from Changes free , shall stand for ever fast ; His boundless Sway no end shall see , but Time it self out-last
PART II. The Lord does them support that fall , and makes the prostrate rise : For his kind Aid all Creatures call , who timely food supplies ; Whate'er their various Wants require with open Hand he gives ; And so fulfills the just Desire of every thing that lives . How holy is the Lord , how just ! how righteous all his ways ! How nigh to him , who with firm Trast , for his Assistance prays ! He grants the full Desires of those who him with fear adore ; And , will their Troubles soon compose , when they his Aid implore . The Lord preserves all those with Care , whom grateful Love employs ; But Sinners who his Vengeance dare , with surious Rage destroys . My time to come , in praises spent , shall still advance his Fame , And all Mankind with one Consent for ever bless his Name ,
Psalm CXLVI . O Praise the Lord , and thou my Soul for ever bless his Name : His wond'rous Love , while Life shall last , my constant Praise shall claim . On Kings , the greatest Sons of Men , let none for Aid rely ; They cannot save in dang'rous times , nor timely help apply . Depriv'd of Breath , to Dust they turn , and there neglected lie , And all their Thoughts and vain Designs together with them die . Then happy he , who Jacob's God for his Protector takes ; Who still , with well-plac'd Hope , the Lord his constant Refuge makes . The Lord , Who made both Heav'nand Earth , and all that they contain , Will never quit his stedfast Truth , nor make his Promise vain . The poor opprest , from all their Wrongs , are eas'd by his Decree ; He gives the Hungry needful Food , and sets the Pris'ners free . By him the Blind receive their sight , the weak and fall'n he rears : With kind regard and tender Love he for the righteous cares . The Strangers he preserves from Harm , the Qrphan kindly treats , Desends the Widow , and the wiles of wicked Men deseats . The God that does in Sion dwell , is our eternal King : From Age to Age his Reign endures , let all his Praises sing .
Psalm CXLVII . O Praise the Lord with Hymns of Joy , and celebrate his Fame ; For pleasant , good , and comely 't is to praise his holy Name , His holy City God will build , tho' levell'd with the Ground ; Bring back his People , tho' dispers'd thro' all the Nations round . He kindly heals the broken Hearts , and all their , wounds does close ; He tells the number of the Stars , their several Names he knows . Great is the Lord , and great his Pow'r ; his Wisdom has no Bound ; The meek he raises , but throws down the wicked to the Ground . To God , the Lord , a Hymn of Praise with grateful Voices sing ; To Songs of Triumph tune the Harp , and strike each warbling String . He covers Heav'n with Clouds , and thence refreshing Rain bestows . Through him , on Mountain-tops , the Grass with wond'rous Plenty grows . He , savage Beasts , that loosely range with timely food supplies ; He feeds the Raven's tender Brood , and stops their hungry Cries . He values not the warlike Steed , but does his Strength disdain ; The nimble Foot that swiftly runs , no Prize from him can gain . But he , to him that fears his Name , his tender Love extends ; To him that on his boundless Grace with stedfast Hope depends . Let Sion and Jerus'lem then , to God their Praise address ; Who fenc'd their Gates with massle Bars , and does their Children bless . Thro all their Borders he giyes Peace , with finest Wheat they 're sed ; He speaks the Word , and what he wills is done as soon as said , Large Flakes of Snow , like fleecy Wool , descend at his command ; And hoary Frost , like Ashes spread , is scatter'd o'er the land . When , joyn'd to these , he does his Hail in little Morsels break , Who can againsst his Piercing Cold secure Defences make ? He sends , his Word , which melts the Ice ; he makes his Wind to blow , And soon the Streams , congeal'd before , in plenteous Currents flow . By him his Statutes and Decrees to Jacob's Sons were shown ; And still to Israel's chosen Seed his righteous Laws are known . No other Nation this can boast , nor did he e'er afford To heathen Lands his Oracles , and Knowledge of his Word . Hallelujab .
Psalm CXLVIII . YE boundless Realms of Joy Exalt your Maker's Fame ; His praise your Song employ Above the starry Frame : Your Voices raise , Ye Cherubim And Seraphim , To sing his Praise . Thou Moon , that rul'st the Night , And Sun that guid'st the Day , Ye glitt'ring Stars of Light , To , him your Homage pay : His praise declare Ye Heav'ns above , And Clouds that move In liquid Air. Let them adore the Lord , And praise his holy Name , By whose Almighty Word They all from nothing came . And all shall last From Changes free His firm Decree Stands ever fast . Let Earth her Tribute pay ; Praise him , ye dreadful Whales , And Fish that through the Sea Glide swist with glitt'ring Scales , Fire , Hail , and Snow , And misty Air , And Winds that , where He bids them , blow . By Hills and Mountains all In grateful Consort joyn'd ) By Cedars stately tall , And Trees for Fruit design'd : By ev'ry Beast , And creeping thing , And Fowl of Wing , His Name be blest . Let all of Royal Birth , With those of humbler Frame ; And Judges of the Earth , His matchless Praise proclaim . In this Design Let Youths with Maids , And hoary Heads With Children join . United Zeal be shown , His wond'rous Fame to raise , Whose glorious Name alone Deserves our endless Praise . Earth's , utmost Ends His Pow'r obey : His glorious Sway The Sky transcends . His chosen Saints to-grace He sets them up on high , And savours Ifrael's Race Who still to him are nigh , O therefore raise Your grateful voice . And still rejoyce The Lord to praife .
Psalm CXLIX . OPraise ye the Lord , prepare your glad Voice , His Praise in the great Assembly to sing . In our great Creator let Isr'el rejoyce ; And Children of Sion be glad in their King . Let them his great Name extol in the Dance ; With Timbrel and Harp his Praises express ; Who always takes pleasure his Saints to advance , And with his Salvation the Humble to bless . With Glory adorn'd his People shall sing To God , who their Beds with Safety does shield ; Their Mouths fill'd with Praises of him their great King ; Whilst a two-edged Sword their Right Hand shall wield . Just Vengeance to take for Injuries past ; To punish those Lands for Ruin design'd ; With Chains , as their Captives , to tie their Kings fast , With Fetters of Iron their Nobles to bind . Thus shall they make good , when them they destroy , The dreadful Decree which God does proclaim : Such Honour and Triumph his Saints shall enjoy . O therefore for ever exalt his great Name .
Psalm CL. OPraise the Lord in that blest Place , Fromwhence his Goqdness largeiy flows ; Praife him in Heav'n , where he his Face Unveil'd in perfect Glory shows . Praise him for all the mighty Acts Which he in our behals has done His Kindness this Return exacts , With which our Praise should equal run . Let the shrill Trumpet 's warlike Voice Make Rocks and Hills his Praise rebound ; Praise him with Harp's melodious Noise , And gentle Psaltry's sver Sound . Let Virgin-Troops soft Timbrels bring , And some with graceful Motion dance ; Let Instruments of various Strings , With Organs join'd his Praise advance . Let them who joyful Hymns compose : To Cymbals set their Songs of Praise ; Cymbals of common use , and those That loudly ssound on solemn Days . Let all , that vital breath enjoy , The Breath he does to them afford , In just return of Praise employ ; Let every Creature praise the Lord .
GLORIA PATRI , &c.
Common Measure . TO Father , Son , and Holy Ghost . The God whom we adore , Be Glory ; as it was , is now , and shall be evermore .
As Psalm 25. To God , the Father , Son , and Spirit , Glory be ; As 't was , and is , and shall be so to all Eternity .
As the 100. Psalm . To Father , Son , and Holy Ghost , the God , whom Earth and Heav'n adore ; Be Glory , as it was of Old , is now and shall be evermore .
As Ps. 37. and last part of the 113th . Psalm-Tune . To Father , Son , and Holy Ghost , The God , whom Heav'ns Triumphant Host , and suffering Saints on Earth adore , Be Glory ; as in Ages past , As now it is , and so shall last , when Time it self must be no more
As Psalm 148. To God , the Father , Son , and Spirit ever blest , Eternal Three in One , All Worship be addrest ; As heretosore It was , is now , And shall be so For evermore .
As Psalm 149. BY Angels in Heav'n of ey'ry Degree , And Saints upon Earth , All Praise be addrest To God in Three Persons , One God ever blest ; As it has been , now is , and always shall be .
AN ALPHABETICAL TABLE Shewing how to find any Psalm by its Beginnings .

A. Against all those , Page . 50 As Pants the Hart , Page . 64 As length by certain , Page . 109 B. Behold O God , Page . 124 Bless God my Soul , Page . 161 Bless God ye Servants , Page . 219 D. Defend me Lord , Page . 42 Deliver me , O Lord , Page . 87 Do thou , 0 God , Page . 83 F. For ever Blest , Page . 232 For thee O God , Page . 94 From lowest Depths , Page . 216 From my youth up , Page . 216 G. Give ear thou Judge , Page . 81 God in the Great , Page . 130 God is our Refuge , Page . 70 God's Temple Crowns Page . 137 H Had not the Lord , Page . 212 Happy the Man , Page . 62 Have mercy Lord , Page . 77 Hear O my People , Page . 118 He 's blest whose Sins , Page . 45 He that has God , Page . 145 Hold not thy Peace , Page . 131 How blest are they , Page . 190 How'blest is he , Page . 1 How good and pleasant , Page . 146 How long wilt thou , Page . 15 How many Lord of late , Page . 3 How vast must their , Page . 219 I. Jehova reigns let all , Page . 152 Jehova reigns let therefore , Page . 154 I le celebrate thy , Page . 41 In deep disiress , Page . 210 In Juda thee , Page . 115 In thee I put , Page . 105 In vain O Man , Page . 79 Judge me 0 Lord , Page . 36 Just Judge of Heaven , Page . 65 I waited meekly , Page . 61 L. Let all , the Just , Page . 46 Let all the Lands , Page . 95 Let , all the Liftning , Page . 73 Let , David , Lord , Page . 217 Let , God the God , Page . 98 Lord , hear my Cry , Page . 90 Lord , hear my prayer , Page . 230 Lord , hear the Voice , Page . 5 Lord , hear the Voice , Page . 93 Lord , let thy Jnst , Page . 107 Lord , not to us , Page . 185 Lord , save me for , Page . 80 Lord , thou hast granted Page . 134 Lord , who 's the happy , Page . 16 M. My Crafty Foe with , Page . 53 My God , my God , why , Page . 29 My Soul for help , Page . 91 My Soul inspird , Page . 159 My soul with grateful , Page . 186 N. No change of times , Page . 20 O. O all ye people , Page . 71 O come loud Anthems , Page . 150 O Mercies never , Page . 156 O God , my Gracious , Page . 92 O God , my heart , Page . 176 O God of hosts , Page . 132 O God , to whom , Page . 148 O God , who hast , Page . 89 O God , whose former , Page . 178 O Israel's Shepherd , Page . 126 O Lord , I am not , Page . 217 O Lord , that my God , Page . 7 O Lord , my Rock , Page . 39 O Lord , our Fathers , Page . 66 O Lord , the Saviour , Page . 143 O Lord , that art my , Page . 4 O Lord , to my , Page . 104 On thee who chvellest , Page . 212 O Praise the Lord , Page . 188 O Praise the Lord , and , Page . 235 O Praise the Lord in that , Page . 241 O praise the Lord with Hymns , Page . 236 O praise the Lord with one , Page . 220 O Praise ye the Lord , Page . 240 O render Thanks and , Page . 164 O render Thanks to , Page . 168 O thou to whom all , Page . 8 O 't was a joyful , Page . 211 P. Praise ye the Lord , Page . 181 Preserve me , Lord , Page . 227 Protect me from my , Page . 17 R. Resolv'd to watch , Page . 59 S. Save me O God , Page . 101 Since Godly Men , Page . 14 Since I have plac'd , Page . 13 Sing to the Lord , Page . 151 Sing to the Lord , Page . 153 Speak O ye Judges , Page . 86 Save wicked Fools , Page . 16 T. Thee I will bless , Page . 233 The Heavens declare , Page . 25 The King O Lord , Page . 28 The Lord hath spoke , Page . 75 The Lord himself , Page . 32 The Lord , the only God , Page . 71 The Lord to thy request , Page . 27 The Lord unto my , Page . 181 The Man is blest who fears , Page . 215 The Man is blest who stands , Page . 182 The wicked Fools , Page . 80 This spacious Earth , Page . 33 Tho' wicked Men , Page . 54 Thou Lord by strictest , Page . 225 Through all the changing , Page . 48 Thy Chastning wrath , Page . 57 Thy dreadful Anger , Page . 6 Thy Mercy Lord , Page . 84 Thy Mercies Lord , Page . 139 Thy Presence why , Page . 12 To blest thy chosen , Page . 97 To Celebrate thy , Page . 9 To God I cry'd Page . 116 To God in whom , Page . 34 To God our never , Page . 128 To God the mighty , Page . 222 To God with Mournful , Page . 230 To God your grateful , Page . 172 To my Complaint , Page . 135 To my just Plea , Page . 18 To thee my God , Page . 137 To thee O God , Page . 114 To thee O Lord , Page . 229 To Sion's Hill , Page . 211 W. We build with , Page . 214 When I pour out , Page . 157 When Israel by , Page . 184 When Sions God , Page . 214 When we our wearied , Page . 224 While I the Kings , Page . 68 Whom should I fear , Page . 37 Who place on Sion's God , Page . 213 Why hast thou cast , Page . 112 With chearful Notes , Page . 188 With Glory Clad , Page . 147 With my whole Heart , Page . 225 With one Consent , Page . 155 With restless , and Page . 1 Y. Ye boundless Realms , Page . 238 Ye Princes that , Page . 40 Ye Saints and Servants , Page . 183
DIRECTIONS About the TUNES and MEASURES .

ALL Psalms of this Version in the Common Measure of Eights and Sixes ( that is where the first and third lines of the single Stanza consist of eight Syllables each , the se-cond and fourth lines of six Syllables each ) may be sung to any of the most usual Tunes , viz , . York-tune , Windsor-tune , St. Davids , Litch-field , Canterbury , Martyrs , Southwell , St. Mary's , alias Hackney tune , &c.

As the Old 25 Psalm may be sung , the New 25 , 31 , 67 , 130.

As the Old 113. the 37 , 46 , 50 , 63 , 76 , 91 , 110 , 113 , 120.

As the Old 148. the 136 , 148.

As the Old 104. the 149.

The Psalms in this Version of four lines in a single Stanza , and eight Syllables in each Line ( if Psalms of Praise or Chearfulness ) may properly be sung as the Old 100 Psalm , or to the Tune of the Old 125 Psalm , Second Metre .

The Penitential , or mournful Psalms in the same Measure , may be sung as the Old 51 Psalm . Which Tunes , with all the foremen-tioned , are printed in the Supplement to this New Version , as spscified in the following .

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2ly . Select Psalms done in particular Measures , to make up the whole variety of Metres that are in the old Version , with Duplicates to most of them , and Gloria Patri's with the Tunes . With a Collection of the most usual Church-Tunes .

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