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My tongue with cheerful songs of praise

Shall celebrate thy fame.
2 Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp,

Thy warbling notes delay ;
Whilst I with early hymns of joy

Prevent the dawning day.
3 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;
4 Because thy mercy's boundless height

The highest heav'n transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds

Thy faithful truth extends. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high

Above the starry frame;
And let the world, with one consenty

Confess thy glorious Name.
6 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 words

Whose promise cannot fail,
With joy I Sechem will divide,

And measure Succoth's vale. 8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh too,

And Ephraim owns my cause ;
Their strength my regal pow'r supports,

And Judah gives my laws.
9 Moab I'll make my servile drudge,

On vanquish'd Edom tread;
And through the proud Philistine lands

My conqu ring banners spread. 10 By whose support and aid shall I

Their well fenc'd city gain?
Who will my troops securely lead

Through Edom's guarded plain? 11 Lord, wilt not thou assist our arms,

Which late thou lidst forsake?
And wilt not thou of these our hosts

Once mort the guidance take? 12 O to thy servanı in distress

Thy speedy succour send;

For vain it is on human aid

For safety to depend.
13 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.


'O GOD, whose former mercies maks

Hold not thy peace, but my sad state

With wonted favour view :
2 For sinful men, with lying lips,

Deceitful speeches frame,
And with their study'd slanders seek

To wound my spotless fame. 3 Their restless hatred prompts them still

Malicious lies to spread ;
And all against my life combine,

By causeless fury led. 4 Those whom with tend'rest love I us'd,

My chief opposers are ;
Whilst I, of other friends bereft,

Resort to thee by pray’r.
5 Since mischief for the good I did,

Their strange reward does prove,
And hatred's the return they make

For undissembled love.
6 Their guilty leaders shall be made

To some ill man a slave;
And, when he's try'd, his mortal foe

For his accuser have. 7 His guilt, when sentence is pronouncd,

Shall meet a dreadful fate,
Whilst his rejected pray'r but serves

His crimes to aggravate.
8 He, snatch'd by some untimely fate,

Sha’n't live out half bis days;
Another, by divine decree,

Shall on his office seize.
9, 10 His seed shall orphans be, his wife

A widow, plung'a in grief ;
His vagrant children beg their bread,

Mere none can give relief.

11 His ill-got riches shall be made

To usurers a prey ;
The fruit of all his toil shall be

By strangers borne away
12 None shall be found that to his wants

Their mercy will extend,
Or to his helpless orphan seed

The least assistance lend.
13 A swift destruction soon shall seize

On his unhappy race ;.
And the next age his hated name

Shall utterly deface.
14 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.
15 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..

16 Because he never mercy show'd,

But still the poor oppress:d ;-
And sought to slay the helpless many

With heavy woes distress'd :
17. Therefore the curse he lov'd to vent

Shall his own portion prove ;
And blessing which he still abhorr'de

Shall far from him remove.
18 Since he in cursing took such pride,

Like water it shall spread
Through all his veins, and stick like oil,

With which his bones are fed.
19 This, like a poison'd robe, shall still

His constant cov'ring be,
Or an envenom'd belt, from which

He never shall be free.
20 Thus shall the Lord reward all those

That ill to me design ;
That with malicious false reports

Against my life combine.
81 But for thy glorious Name, O God,

Do thou deliver me ;
And for thy plenteous mercy's sake,

Preserve and set me free.

22 For I, to utmost straits reduc'd,

Am void of all relief;
My heart is wounded with distress,

And quite pierc'd through with grief. 23 I, like an ev'ning shade decline,

Which vanishes apace ;
Like locusts, up and down I'm tossid,

And have no certain place. 24, 25 My knees with fasting are grown weak,

My body lank and lean ;
All that behold me shake their heads,

And treat me with disdain.
26, 27 But for thy mercy's sake, O Lord,

Do thou my foes withstand ;
That all may see tis thy own act,

The work of thy right hand.
28 Then let them curse, so thou but bless;

Let shame the portion be
Of all that my destruction seek,

While I rejoice in thee.
29 My foe shall with disgrace be cloth'd

And, spite of all his pride,
His own confusion, like a cloak,

The guilty wretch shall hide. 30 But I to God, in grateful thanks,

My cheerful voice shall raise ;
And where the great assembly meets

Set forth his noble praise..
31 For him the poor shall always find

Their sure and constant friend ;
And he shall from unrighteous dooms
Their guiltless souls defend.

1 SHE Lord unto my Lord thus spake,

“ Till I thy foes thy footstool make, 2 “ Sit thou in state at my right hand :

« Supreme in Sion thou shalt be,
6 And all thy proud oppressors see

“ Subjected to thy just command.
3 « Thee, in thy pow'r's triumphant day,
“ The willing nations shall obey :

“ And, when thy rising beams they viety “ Shall all, redeem'd from error's night, “ Appear as numberless and bright

" As crystal drops of morning dew."


The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain,
That like Melchisedech's, thy reign

And priesthood shall no period know:
5 No proud competitor to sit
At thy right hand will he permit,

But in his wrath crown'd heads o'erthrow. 6 The sentenc'd heathen he shall slay, And fill with carcases his way,

Till he hath struck earth's tyrant dead;
7 But in the high-way brooks shall first,
Like a poor pilgrim, slake his thirst,
And then in triumph raise his head.


ye the Lord ; our God to praise

My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise ; With private friends and in the throng

Of saints, his praise shall be my song. 2 His works, for greatness though renown'd,

His wondrous works with ease are found
By those who seek for them aright,

And in the pious search delight.
3 His works are all of matchless fame,

And universal glory claim ;
His truth, confirm'd through ages past,

Shall to eternal ages last.
4 By precepts he bath us enjoin'd

To keep his wondrous works in mind ;
And to posterity record,

That good and gracious is our Lord. 5 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. 6 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. 7 Just are the dealings of his hands,

Immutable, are his commands, 8 By truth and equity sustain’d,

And for eternal rules ordain'd.
9 He set his saints from bondage free,

And then establish'd his decree,
For ever to remain the same :
Holy and rey'rend is his Name,

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