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5 Why should my courage fail in times

Of danger and of doubt,
When sinners, that would me supplant,

Have compass'd me about?
- 6 Those men that all their hope and trust

In heaps of treasure place,
And boast in triumph when they see

Their ill-got wealth increase, 7 Are yet unable from the grave

Their dearest friend to free;
Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse

Th' Almighty Lord's decree.
8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must quit;

The price is held too high;
No sums can purchase such a grant,

That man should never die.
10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt,

Nor fools their folly save ;
But both must perish, and in death

Their wealth to others leave. 11 For though they think their stately sea ts.

Shall ne'er to ruin fall,
But their remembrance last in lands

Which by their names they call; 12 Yet shall their fame be soon forgot,

How great soe'er their state ;
With beasts their memory, and they
Shall share one common fate.

13 How great their folly is, who thus

Absurd conclusions make!
And yet their children, unreclaim'd,

Repeat the gross mistake.
14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led..

The prey of death are made :
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,

Within the grave shall fade.
15 But God will yet redeem my soul ;

And from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r shall set me free,

And to himself receive.
16 Then fear not thou, when worldly mèn

In envy'd wealth abound;
Nor though their prosp'rous house increase

With state and honour crown'da

IT 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 :
18 And yet they thought their state was blest,

Caught in the flatt'rer's snare,
Who with their vanity comply'd,

And prais'd their worldly care.
19 In their forefather's steps they tread;

And when, like them, they die,
Their wretched ancestors and they

In endless darkness lie.
20 For man, how great soe'er his state,

Unless he's truly wise,
As like a sensual beast he lives,
So like a beast he dies.

PSALM L. 1 2, THE Lord hath spöke, 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.
3, 4 Our God shall come, and keep no more
Misconstru'd silence, as before ;

But wasting flames before him send :
Around shall tempests fiercely rage,
Whilst he does heav'n and earth engage

His just tribunal to attend.
5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me,
(Thus runs the great divine decree)

That in my lasting covenant live,
And off'rings bring with constant care :
The heav'ns his justice shall declare;

For God himself shall sentence give. -
7, 8 Attend, my people ; Israel, hear;
Thy strong accuser l'll appear;

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,
That I was such a one as thou ;
But I'll reprove and shame thee now,

And set thy sins before thine eyes.
22 Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I
Let all my bolts of vengeance fly,

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.

'H AVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,

Thy wonted mercy find. 2, 3 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin ;
For I confess my crime, and see

How great my guilt has been. 4 Against thee, Lord, alone,

And only in thy sight,
Have I transgress'd; and, though condemn'd,

Must own thy judgment right. 5 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. 6 Yet thou, whose searching eye

Does inward truth require,
In secret didst with wisdom's laws

My tender soul inspire.
7 With hyssop purge me, Lord,

And so I clean shall be ;
I shall in snow with whiteness vie,

When purify'd by thee. 8 Make me to hear with joy

Thy kind forgiving voice ;
That so the bones which thou hast broke

May with fresh strength rejoice. 9, 10 Blot out my crying sins,

Nor me in anger view :
Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.

11 Withdraw not thou thy help,

Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy holy spirit take

Its everlasting flight. 12 The joy thy favour gives,

Let me again obtain ;
And thy free Spirit's firm support

My fainting soul sustain. 13 So I thy righteous ways

To sinners will impart;

Whilst my

advice shall wicked men
To thy just laws convert.
14 My guilt of blood remove,

My Saviour, and my God;
And my glad tongue shall loudly tell

Thy righteous acts abroad. 15 Do thou unlock my lips,

With sorrow clos'd and shame ;
So shall my mouth thy wondrons praise

To all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone,

Whole flocks and herds should die ;
But on such off'rings thou diseain'st

To cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is

By God most highly prizid ;
By him a broken contrite heart

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 ;
And sacrifice of choicest kind
Upon thy altar lay:


Thou boast'st thyself in ill;
Since God, the God, in whom I trust,

Vouchsafes bis favour still. 2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales

Maliciously devise ;
And sharper than a razor set,

It wounds with treach'ious lies. 3, 4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than good,

On lies than truth, employ'd ;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which

The guiltless are destroy'd.
5 God shall for ever blast thy hopes,

And snatch thee soon away ;
Nor in thy dwelling-place permit,

Nor in the world, to stay.
6 The just, with pious fear, shall see

The downfall of thy pride

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