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But guard the just, thou God, to whom

The hearts of both are known.
10, 11 God me protects, not only me,

But all of upright heart;
And daily lays up wrath for those

Who from his laws depart.
12 If they persist, he whets his sword,

His bow stands ready bent ; }8 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'dy

His pointed shafts are sent ; 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe

Unjustly did conceive ; 15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd

His own untimely grave.
16 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.
17 Therefore will I the righteous ways

Of Providence proclaim ;
I'll sing the praise of God most high,
And celebrate his Name.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world low great art thou !

How glorious is thy Name !
In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung,

Nor fully reckon'd there ;
2 And yet thou mak’st the infant tongue

Thy boundless praise declare.
Through thee the weak confound the strong,

And crush their haughty foes;
And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,

That thee and thine oppose. 3. 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 ;
4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st

To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st

To them so wondrous kind ?
5 Mlim next in pow'r thou didst create

To thy celestial train ;


6 Ordain'd with dignity and state,

O’er all thy works to reign.
7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway;

The beasts that prey or graze ;
8 The bird that wings its airy way. ;

The fish that cuts the seas.
9 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou !
How glorious is thy Name !


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To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

I ;
To all the list'ning world, thy works,

Thy wondrous works declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul

Exalted pleasures bring ;
Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High,

Triumphant praise I sing.
3 Thou inad’st my haughty foes to turn

Their backs in shameful fight :
Struck with thy presence, down they fell,
They perish'd at thy sight.

4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,

Thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,

Where truth and justice reign.
5 The insolence of heathen pride

Thou hast reduc'd to shame;
Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd,.

And blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats

Are to a period come ;
Our city stands, which you design'a

To make our common tomb.
7,8 The Lord for ever lives, who has

His righteous throne prepar'd,
Impartial justice to dispense,

To punish or reward.
9 God is a constant sure defence

Against oppressing rage ;
As troubles rise, his needful aids:

In our behalf engage.

10 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.
11 Sing praises there fore to the Lord,

From Sion, his abode ;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

12 When he inquiry makes for blood,

He'll call the poor to mind :
The injur'd humble man's complaint

Relief from him shall find.
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,

Which spiteful foes create,
Thou hast rescu'd me so oft

From death's devouring gate.
14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise,

To all that love thy Name ;
And with loud shouts of grateful joy

Thy saving power proclaim.
15 Deep in the pit, they digg'd for me,

The heathen pride is laid ;
Their guilty feet to their own snare

Are heedlessly betray'd.
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,

The mighty Lord is known ;
While wicked men by their own plots,

Are shamefully o'erthrown.
17 No single sinner shall escape,

By privacy obscur'd :
Nor nation, from his just revenge,

By numbers be secur'd.
.18 His suft'ring saints, when most distress'a,

He ne'er forgets to aid ;
Their expectations shall be crown'd

Though for a time delay'd.
19 Arise, () Lord, assert thy pow'r,

And let not man o'ercome ;
Descend to judgment, and pronounce

The guilty heathen's doom
20 Strike terror through the nations round,

Till, by consenting fear,
They to each other, and themselves,

But mortal men appear.

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?
2 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.
3 For straight they triumph, if success

Their thriving crimes attend ;
And sordid wretches whom God hates,

Perversely they commend.
4 To own a power above themselves,

Their haughty pride disdains ;
And therefore in their stubborn mind

No thought of God remains.
5 Oppressive methods they pursue,

And all their foes they slight;
Because thy judgments unobserv'd,

Are far above their sight.
6 They fondly think their prosp'rous state

Shall unmolested be ;
They think their vain designs shall thrive,

From all misfortunes free.
Vain and deceitful is their speech,

With curses fill’d, and lies;
By which the mischief of their heart

They study to disguise.
8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd,

And all their art employ,
The innocent and poor at once

To rifle and destroy.
9 Not lions, couching in their dens,

Surprise their hecdless prey
With greater cunning, or express

More savage rage than they.
to Sometimes they act the harmless man,

And modest looks they wear;
That so deceiv'd, the poor may less
Their sudden onset fear.

11 For God, they think, no notice takes

Of their unrighteous deeds;

He never minds the sufl'ring poor,

Nor their oppression heeds.
12 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. 13 No longer let the wicked vaunt,

And, proudly boasting, say,
“ Tush, God regards not what we do ;

“ He never will repay
14 But sure thou seest, and all their deeds

Impartially dost try;
The orphan, therefore, and the poor,

On thee for aid rely.
15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,

Of all their strength bereft ;
Confound, O God, their dark designs,

Till no remains are left.
-16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord,

Which shall for ever stand ;
Thou who the heathen didst expel

From this thy chosen land.
17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants

That to thy throne repair ;
Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray,

And then accept'st their pray'r. 18 Thou, in thy righteous judgment, weigh'st

The fatherless and poor ;
That so the tyrants of the earth
May persecute no more.

INCE I have plac'd my trust in God,

A refuge always nigh,
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,

To distant mountains fly?
2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,

And ready fix their dart,
Lurking in ambush to destroy

The men of upright heart.
3 When once the firm assurance fails,

Which public faith imparts, 'Tis time for innocence to fly

From such deceitful arts. 4 The Lord hath both a temple here, And righteous throne above;


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