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11 whilst pride's insulting foot would spurn, And wicked hands my life surprise,
12 Their mischiefs on themselves return; Down, down they’re fall'n, no more to rise.
PSALM XXXVII. I Yet let not their successful state
Thy anger or thy envy raise; 2 For they, cut down like tendergrass, Or like young flowers, away shall pass, Whose blooming beauty soon decays. 3 Depend on God, and him obey, So thou within the land shalt stay, Secure from danger and from want: 4 Make his commands thy chief delight; And he, thy duty to requite, Shall all thy earnest wishes grant. 5 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord, And he will needful help afford, To perfect every just design; 6 He'll make, like light, serene and clear, Thy clouded innocence appear, And as a mid-day sun to shine. 7 With quiet mind on God depend, And patiently for him attend; Nor let thy anger fondly rise, Though wicked men with wealth abound, And with success the plots are crown'd, Which they maliciously devise. 8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake; Let no ungovern'd passion make Thy wav’ring heart espouse their crime; 9 For God shall sinful men destroy; Whilst only they the land enjoy, Who trust on him, and wait his time. 10 How soon shall wicked men decay! Their place shall vanish quite away, Nor by the strictest search be found; 11 Whilst humble souls possess the earth, Rejoicing still with godly mirth, o peace and plenty always crown'd.
12 While sinful crowds, with false design, Against the righteous few combine, And gnash their teeth and threatoning stand; 13 God shall their empty plots deride, And laugh at their defeated pride: He sees their ruin near at hand. 14. They draw the sword, and bend the bow, The poor and needy to o'erthrow, And men of upright lives to slay; 15 But their strong bow shall soon be broke, Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke Through their own hearts shall force its way. 16 A little, with God’s favour bless'd, That's by one o man possess'd, The wealth of many bad excels; 17 For God supports the just man's cause; But as for those that break his laws, Their unsuccessful power he quells. 18 His constant care the upright guides, And over all their life presides; Their portion shall for ever last : 19 They, when distress o'erwhelms the earth, Shall be unmov’d, and even in dearth, The happy fruits of plenty taste. 20 Not so the wicked man, and those Who proudly dare God's will oppose; Destruction is their hapless share:
HOUGH wicked men grow rich or great,
Like fat of lambs, their hopes, and they, Shall in an instant melt away, And vanish into smoke and air. PART III. 21, While sinners, brought to sad decay, Still borrow on, and never pay, The just have will and power to give; 22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, Shall peaceably the earth possess; And those he curses shall not live. 23 The good man’s way is God's delight; |He orders all the steps aright Of him that moves by his command; 24 Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd; For God upholds him with his hand. 25 From my first youth, till age prevail'd, I never saw the righteous #. Or want o’ertake his num’rous race; 26 Because compassion fill'd his heart, And he did cheerfully impart, God made his offspring's wealth increase. 27 With caution shun each wicked deed, In virtue’s ways with zeal proceed, And so prolong your happy days; 28 For God, who judgment loves, does still Preserve his saints secure from ill, While soon the wicked race decays. 29, 30, 31 The upright shall possess the land; His portion shall for ages stand; His mouth with wisdom is supply'd; His tongue by rules of judgment moves; His heart the law of God approves; Therefore his footsteps never slide.
32 In wait the watchful sinner lies, In vain the righteous to surprise; In vain his ruin does decree: 33 God will not him defenceless leave, To his revenge expos'd, but save; And, when he’s sentenc'd, set him free. 34 Wait still on God; keep his command, And thou, exalted in the land, Thy bless'd possession ne'er shall quit: The wicked soon destroy'd shall be, And at his dismal tragedy Thou shalt a safe spectator sit. 35 The wickedl in power have seen, And, like a bay tree, fresh and green, That spreads its pleasant branches round: 36 But he was gone as swift as thought; And, though in every place 1 sought, No sign or track of him I found. 37 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are; Their roughest days in peace shall end. 38 While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred will oppose, A common ruin shall attend. 39 God to the just will aid afford; Their only safeguard is the Lord; Their strength in time of need is he: 40 Because on him they still depend, The Lord will timely succour send, And from the wicked set them free.
HY chast’ning wrath, O Lord, restrain, Though I deserve it all; Nor let at once on me the storm
Of thy displeasure fall.
2 In every wretched part of me Thy arrows deep remain; Thy ho hand's afflicting weight I can no more sustain. 3 My flesh is one continued wound, Thy wrath so fiercely glows; Betwixt my punishment and guilt My bones . no repose. 4 My sins, which to a deluge swell, My sinking head o'erflow, And, for my feeble strength to bear, Too vast a burden grow. 5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds; My folly’s just return; 6 With trouble I am warp’d and bow’d, And all day long I mourn. 7. A loath’d disease afflicts my loins, Infecting every part; 8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar Through anguish of me heart. PART
9 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. 10.My heart's oppress'd, my strength decay’d, My eyes depriv'd of light; 11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen gaze aloof On such a dismal sight. 12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life Their snares to take me set; Vent slanders, and contrive all day To forge some new deceit: 13 But I, as if both deal and dumb, Nor heard, nor once reply'd; 14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose tongue With conscious guilt is ty’d. 15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal, My innocence to clear; Assur’d that thou, the righteous God, My injur’d cause wilt hear. 16 “Hear me,” said I, “lest my proud foes “Aspitefuljoy display; “Insulting, if they see my foot “But once to go astray.” 17 And, with continual grief oppress'd, To sink I now begin; 18 To thee, O Lord, I will confess, To thee bewail my sin. 19 But whilst I languish, my proud foes . Their strength and vigour boast; And they that hate me without cause Are grown a dreadful host. 20 Even they whom I oblig'd, return My kindness with despite; And are my enemies, because I choose the path that’s right. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God, Nor far from me depart; 22 Make haste to my relief, () thou, Who my salvation art,
3 My heart did glow with working thoughts,
9 In full assemblies l have told
Thy truth and righteousness at large;
Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold
From uttering what thou gav'st in charge:
10 Nor kept within my breast confin’d
13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
APPY the man whose tender care Relieves the poor distress'd! When troubles compass him around, The Lord shall give him rest. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd, In safety shall prolong; And disappoint the will of those That seek to do him wrong. 3 If he in languishing estate, Oppress'd with sickness lie; The Lord will easy make his bed, And inward strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, a I thus my prayer address'd; “Lord, for thy mercy, head my soul, “Though I have much transgress'd.” 5 My cruel foes, with sland’rous words, Attempt to wound my fame; “When shall he die,” say they, “and men “Forget his very name * 6 Suppose they formal visits make, 'Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief in their hearts, And went it where they go. 7, 8 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.” 9 My own familiar bosom-friend, On whom I most rely'd,
Has me, whose daily guest he was,
47 One trouble calls another on,
And, gath'ring o'er my head, Fall spouting down, till round my soul A roaring sea is spread. 8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, Has once dispell'd this storm, To thee l'll midnight anthems sing, And all my vows perform. 9 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn; Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd To my oppressor's scorn? 10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, While thus my foes upbraid: “Wain boaster, where is now thy God? “And where his promis'd aid " 11_Why restless, 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. UST Judge of heav'n, against my foes Do thou assert my injur’d right; O set me free, my God, from those
That in deceit and wrong delight.
2 Since thou art still my only stay,
Lord, our fathers oft have told In our attentive ears, Thy wonders, in their days perform’d, And elder times than theirs: 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive The heathen from this land, Dispeopled by repeated strokes. Of thy avenging hand. 3 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 powerful arm, Whose succour they implor’d; Thy presence with the chosen race, Who toy great name ador’d. 4. 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. 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms, The proudest foes shall quell; And crush them with repeated strokes, As oft as they rebel. 6 l'll neither trust my bow nor sword, When I in fight engage; 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu’d, And sham'd their spiteful rage. 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe, From whom the conquest came: In God we will rejoice all day, And ever bless his name.
9 But thou hast cast us off; and now
15 Confusion strikes me blind; my face In conscious shame I hide; 16 While we are scoff’d, and God blasphem’d, By their licentious pride. PART III. 17 On us this heap of woes is fall'n; All this we have endur’d; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name, Or faith to thee abjur’d : 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept Our hearts and steps with care; 19 Though thou hast broken all our strength, And we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, On other gods rely, 21 And not the Seacher of all hearts The treach’rous crime descry 2 22 Thou see'st what suff’rings, for thy sake, We every day sustain; All slaughter’d, or reserv’d like sheep Appointed to be slain. 23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep No longer thee detain; Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee, For ever sue in vain. 24 O ! wherefore hidest thou thy face From our afflicted state, 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth With grief’s oppressive weight. 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste To our deliv'rance make; Redeem us, Lord; if not for ours, Yet for thy mercy’s sake.
YHILE I the o: loud praise rehearst, Indited by my heart, My tongue is like the pen of him That writes with ready art. 2 How matchless is thy form, O King! Thy mouth with grace o'erflows: Because fresh blessings God on thee Eternally bestows. 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince; And clad in rich array, With glorious ornaments of power, Majestic pomp display. 4 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. 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them That dare thy power despise! Down, down they fall, while through their heart The feather'd arrow flies. 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix’d, For ever to endure; Thy sceptre's sway shall always last, y righteous laws secure. 7 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, on thee The oil of gladness shed; And has, above thy fellows round, Advanc'd thy lofty head. 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, Thy royal robes abound; Which, from the stately wardrobe brought,
Spread grateful odours round.
9 Among the honourable train
The queen was plac'd at thy right hand,
10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
G% is our refuge in distress; A present help when dangers press; In him, undaunted, we'll confide; 2, 3, Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost, Torn peace-meal by the roaring tide. 4. A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill, The royal seat of God most high: 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock th’ assaults of earthly powers, While his Almighty aid is nigh. 6. In tumults when the heathen rag’d, And kingdoms war against us wag'd, He thunder'd, and dispers’d their powers: 7. The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, Our fathers’ Guardian-God and ours. 8. Come, see the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought; How he has calm'd the jarring world: 9. He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl’d. 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway; Tor him the heathen ..f. And earth her Sov’reign Lord confess: 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, As to our fathers in distress.
O All }. people, . your hands,
HE Lord, the only God, is great, And greatly to be prais'd In Sion, on whose happy mount, His sacred throne is rais’d. 2 Her towers, the joy of all the earth, With beauteous prospect rise; On her north side th' Almighty King's Imperial city lies. 3 God in her palaces is known; His presence is her guard: 4 Confed’rate kings withdrew their siege, And of success despair’d. 5 They view’d her walls, admir’d, and fled, With grief and terror struck; 6 Like women, whom the sudden pangs Of travail had o'ertook. 7 No wretched crew of mariners Appear like them forlorn, When fleets from Tarshish’ wealthy coasts By eastern winds are torn. 8 In Sion we have seen perform'd A work that was foretold, In pledge that God, for times to come, His city will uphold. 9 Not in our fortresses and walls Did we, O God, confide; But on the temple fix’d our hopes, In which thou dost reside. 10 According to thy Sov’reign name, Thy praise through earth extends; Thy powerful arm, as justice guides, Chastises or defends. 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; Her daughters all be taught In songs his judgments to extol, Who this deliv'rance wrought. 12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp; Your eyes quite round her cast; Count all her towers, and see if there You find one stone displac'd, 13 Her forts and palaces survey; Observe their order well; That, with assurance, to your heirs His wonders you may tell. 14. This God is ours, and will be ours, Whilst we in him confide; Who, as he has preserv'd us now,
Till death will be our guide.