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5 Why should my courage fail in times
Of danger and of doubt,
Have compass'd me about?
In heaps of treasure place,
Their ill-got wealth increase, 7 Are yet unable from the grave
Their dearest friend to free;
Th' Almighty Lord's decree.
The price is held too high;
That man should never die.
Nor fools their folly save ;
Their wealth to others leave. 11 For though they think their stately sea ts.
Shall ne'er to ruin fall,
Which by their names they call; 12 Yet shall their fame be soon forgot,
How great soe'er their state ;
Absurd conclusions make!
Repeat the gross mistake.
The prey of death are made :
Within the grave shall fade.
And from the greedy grave
And to himself receive.
In envy'd wealth abound;
With state and honour crown'da
IT For when they're summon'd hence by death,
They leave all this behind;
Within the grave they find :
Caught in the flatt'rer's snare,
And prais'd their worldly care.
And when, like them, they die,
In endless darkness lie.
Unless he's truly wise,
PSALM L. 1 2, THE Lord hath spöke, the mighty God
Hath sent his summons all abroad,
Where beauty in perfection shines.
But wasting flames before him send :
His just tribunal to attend.
That in my lasting covenant live,
For God himself shall sentence give. -
Thy God, thy only God, am I; 'Tis not of offrings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain,
My sacred altar did supply. 9 Will this alone atonement make ? No bullock from thy stall I'll take,
Nor he-goat from thy fold acceps:
'10 The forest beasts, that range along; The cattle too, are all my own,
That on a thousand hills are kept. 11 I know the fowls, that build their nests In craggy rocks ; and savage beasts,
That loosely haunt the open fields ; 12 If seiz'd with hunger I could be, I need not seek relief from thee,
Since the world's mine, and all it yields. 13 Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed,
To eat their flesh and drink their blood ? 14 The sacrifices I require, Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
And vows with strictest care made good. 15 In time of trouble call on me, And I will set thee safe and free ;
And thou returns of love shalt make. 16 But to the wicked thus saith God : How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad,
Or in thy mouth my cov’oant take? 17 For stubborn thou confirm'd in sin,
Hast proof against instruction been,
And of my word didst lightly speak 18 When thou a subtle thief didst see, Thou gladly with him didst agree,
And with adult'rers didst partake. 19 Vile slander is thy chief delight; Thy tongue, by envy mov'd, and spite,
Deceitful tales does hourly spread : 20 Thou dost with hateful scandals wound Thy brother, and with lies confound
The offspring of thy mother's bed. 21 These things didst thou, whom still I strove To gain with silence and with love,
Till thou didst wickedly surmise,
And set thy sins before thine eyes.
Whilst none shall dare vour cause to own : 23 Who praises me, due honour gives ; . And to the man that justly lives
My strong salvation shall be shown.
As thou wert ever kind;
Thy wonted mercy find. 2, 3 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin ;
How great my guilt has been. 4 Against thee, Lord, alone,
And only in thy sight,
Must own thy judgment right. 5 In guilt each part was form’d
Of all this sinful frame ;
The heir of sin and shame. 6 Yet thou, whose searching eye
Does inward truth require,
My tender soul inspire.
And so I clean shall be ;
When purify'd by thee. 8 Make me to hear with joy
Thy kind forgiving voice ;
May with fresh strength rejoice. 9, 10 Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view :
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Its everlasting flight. 12 The joy thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain ;
My fainting soul sustain. 13 So I thy righteous ways
To sinners will impart;
advice shall wicked men
My Saviour, and my God;
Thy righteous acts abroad. 15 Do thou unlock my lips,
With sorrow clos'd and shame ;
To all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone,
Whole flocks and herds should die ;
To cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is
By God most highly prizid ;
Shall never be despis'd. 18 Let Sion favour find,
of thy good will assur'd; And thy own city flourish long,
By lofty walls secur'd. 19 The just shall then attend,
And pleasing tribute pay ;
Thou boast'st thyself in ill;
Vouchsafes bis favour still. 2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales
Maliciously devise ;
It wounds with treach'ious lies. 3, 4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than good,
On lies than truth, employ'd ;
The guiltless are destroy'd.
And snatch thee soon away ;
Nor in the world, to stay.
The downfall of thy pride
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