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PSALM XLIX. L*. all the list’ning world attend, And my instruction hear; Let high and low, and rich and poor, With joint consent give ear. 3 My mouth with sacred wisdom fill'd, Shall good advice impart; The sound result of prudent thoughts, Digested in my heart. 4. To parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing Dark words of deep design. 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 seats 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.
HE Lord hath spoke, 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 cov’nant 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 I'll appear; hy God, thy only God, am I; 'Tis not of off’rings 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 accept: 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 praise shalt make. 16 But to the wicked thus saith God: How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad, Or in thy mouth my cov’nant 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 Wile 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,
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And set thy sins before thine eyes.
22 Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I
AVE mercy, Lord, on me,
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 wondrous praise To all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone, Whole flocks and herds should die; But on such off’rings thou disdain'st To east a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is By God most highly priz’d; By him a broken contrite heart Shall never be despis’d. 18 et Sion favour find, Of thy good will assur’d;
And thy own city flourish leng,
That shade God’s temple round;
PSALM Lili. Toft wicked fools must sure suppose That God is but a name; This gross mistake their practice shows, Since virtue all disclaim. 2 The Lord look’d down from heav'n's high tower, The sons of men to view; To see if any own’d his power, Or truth or justice knew. 3 But all, he saw, were backward gone, Degen'rate grown and hase; None for religion car'd, not one Of all the sinful race. 4. But are those workers of deceit So dull and senseless grown, That they like bread my people eat, And God's just power disown 2 5 Their causeless fear shall strangely grow, And they, despis'd of God, Shall soon be foir’d ; his hand shall throw Their shatter’d bones abroad. 6 Would he his saving power employ To break our servile hand, Loud shouts of universal joy Should echo through the land. - PSALM LIV. Lo save me, for thy glorious name, - And in thy strength appear, To judge my cause; accept my prayer, And to my words give car.
IVE ear, thou J o of all the earth, And listen when I pray : Nor from thy humble suppliant turn Thy glorious face away. 2 Attend to this my sad complaint, And hear my grievous moans; While I my mournful case declare, With artless sighs and groans. 3 Hark how the foe insults aloud! How fierce oppressors rage! Whose sland’rous tongues, with wrathful hate, Against my fame engage. 4, 5 My heart is rack'd with pain; my soul With deadly frights distress'd; With fear and trembling compass'd round, With horror quite oppress'd. 6 How often wish’d I then, that I The dove's swift wings could get; That I might take my speedy flight, And seek a safe retreat. 7, 8 Then would I wander far from hence, And in wild deserts stray, Till all this furious storm were spent, This tempest pass'd o: PART II. 9 Destroy, O Lord, their ill designs, Their counsels soon divide; For through the city my griev'd eyes Have strife and rapine spy’d. 10 By day and night, on every wall They walk their constant round; And in the midst of all her strength Are grief and mischief found. 11 Whoe'er through every part shall roam, Will fresh disorders meet; Deceit and guile their constant posts Maintain in every street. 12 For ’twas not any open foe That false reflections made; For then I could with ease have borne The bitter things he said: *T was none who hatred had profess'd, That did against me rise; For then I had withdrawn myself From his malicious eyes. 13, 14 But 'twas e”en thou, my guide, my friend, Whom tend’rest love did join; Whose sweet advice L valued most; Whose prayers were mix’d with mine. 15 Sure vengeance, equal to their crimes, Such traitors must surprise, And sudden death requite those ills They wickedly devise.
16, 17 But I will call on God, who still Shall in my aid appear;
At morn, at noon, and night, l’ll pray; And he my voice shall hear.
18 God has releas'd my soul from those
O thou, O God, in mercy help; For man my life pursues; To crush me with repeated wrongs, He daily strife renews. 2 Continually my spiteful foes To ruin me combine; Thou see'st, who sitt'st enthron'd on high, What mighty numbers join. 3 But though sometimes surpris’d by fear, On danger's first alarm; Yet still for succour I depend On thy Almighty arm. 4 God’s faithful promise I shall praise, On which I now rely ; In God I trust, and, trusting him, The arm of flesh defy. 5 They wrest my words, and make them speak A sense they never meant; Their thoughts are all, with restless spite, On my destruction bent. 6 In close assemblies they combine, And wicked projects lay ; They watch my steps, and lie in wait To make my soul their prey. 7 Shall such injustice still escape? O righteous God arise; Let thy just wrath, too long provok'd, This impious race chastise. 8 Thou numb’rest all my steps, since first I was compell'd to flee; My very tears are treasur’d up, And register'd by thee, 9 When therefore I invoke thy aid, My foes shall be o’erthrown; For lam well assur’d that God My righteous cause will own. 10, 11 I’ll trust God’s word, and so despise. The force that man can raise; 12 To thee, O God, my vows are due;
HY mercy, Lord, to me extend; On thy protection I depend; And to thy wing for shelter haste, Till this outrageous storm is pass'd. 2 To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly, Thou sov’reign Judge, and God most high, Who wonders hast for me begun, And wilt not leave thy work undone. 3. From heaven protect me by thine arm, And shame all those who seek my harm; To my relief thy mercy send, And truth, on which my hopes depend. 4 For I with savage men converse, Like hungry lions wild and fierce; With men whose teeth are spears, their words Envenom'd darts and two-edg'd swords. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till thou art here, as there, obey’d. 6 To take me they their net prepar’d, And had almost my soul ensnar'd; But fell themselves, by just decree, Into the pit they made for me. 7 O God, my heart is fix’d, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present; And, with my heart, my voice I’ll raise To thee, my God, in songs of praise: 8, Awake, my glory, harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute; ...And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake. 9 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the list’ning nations round; 10 Thy mercy highest heaven transcends; Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 11 #: thou, O God, exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display’d, Till thou art here, as there, obey’d.
PEAK, O ye judges of the earth, If just your sentence be; Or must not innocence appeal To heaven from your decree? 2 Your wicked hearts and judgments are Alike by malice sway’d; Your griping hands, by weighty bribes, To violence betray’d. 3 To virtue strangers, from the womb Their infant steps went wrong; They prattled slander, and in lies Employ'd their lisping tongue. 4. No serpent of parch’d Afric's breed Does ranker poison bear; The drowsy adder will as soon Unlock his sullen ear. 5 Unmov’d by good advice, and deaf As adders they remain; From whom the skilful charmer's voice
Can uo attention gain.
6 Defeat, O God, their threat'ning rage,
ELIVER me, O Lord, my God, From all my spiteful foes; In my defence oppose thy power To theirs, who me oppose. 2 Preserve me from a wicked race, Who make a trade of ill; Protect me from remorseless men, Who seek my blood to spill. 3 They lie in wait, and mighty powers Against my life combine, Implacable; yet, Lord, thou know'st, For no offence of mine. 4. In haste they run about, and watch My guiltless life to take; Look down, O Lord, on my distress, And to my help awake. 5 Thou, Lord of Hosts, and Israel’s God, Their heathen rage suppress; Relentless vengeance take on those Who stubbornly transgress 6 At ev’ning, to beset my house, Like growling dogs they meet; While others through the city range, And ransack every street. 7 Their throats envenom'd slander breathe; Their tongues are sharpen'd swords; “Who hears?” say they, “or, hearing, dares “Reprove our lawless words?” 8 But from thy throne thou shalt, O Lord, Their baffled plots deride; And soon to shame and scorn expose Their boasted heathen pride. 9 On thee I wait; 'tis on thy strength For succour I depend; 'Tis thou, O God, art my defence, Who only can defend. 10 Thy mercy, Lord, which has so oft From danger set me free, Shall crown my wishes, and subdue My haughty foes to me. 11 Destroy them not, O Lord, at once; Restrain thy vengeful blow; Lest we, ungratefully, too soon Forget their overthrow.
Disperse them through the nations round 4. By thy avenging power;
Do thou bring down their haughty pride, O Lord, our shield and tower. 12 Now, in the height of all their hopes, Their arrogance chastise; Whose tongues have sinn'd without restraint, And curses join'd with lies. 13 Nor shalt thou, whilst their race endures, Thine anger, Lord, suppress; That distant lands, by their just doom, May Israel's God confess. 14. At ev’ning let them still persist Like growling dogs to meet, Still wander all the city round, And traverse every street. 15. Then, as for malice now they do, For hunger let them stray; And yell their vain complaints aloud, Defeated of their prey. 16 Whilst early I thy mercy sing, Thy wondrous power confess; For thou hast been my sure defence, My refuge in distress. 17. To thee with never-ceasing praise, O God, my strength, I’ll sing; Thou art my God, the Rock from whence My health and safety spring. PSALM LX. O God, who hast our troops dispers'd, Forsaking those who left thee first; As we thy just displeasure mourn, To us, in mercy, Lord, return. 2 Our strength, that firm as earth did stand, ls rent by thy avenging hand; O! heal the breaches thou hast made: We shake, we fall, without thy aid! 3 Our folly’s sad effects we feel; For, drunk with discord's cup we reel: 4. But now, for them who thee rever’d, Thou hast thy truth’s bright banner rear’d. 5 Let thy right hand thy saints protect; Lord, hear the prayers that we direct: 6. The holy God has spoke; and I, O'erjoy’d, on his firm word rely: To thee in portions I’ll divide Fair Sichem’s soil, Samaria's pride; To Sichem, Succoth next I'll join, And measure out her vale by line. 7 Manasseh, Gilead, both subscribe To my commands, with Ephraim's tribe; Ephraim by arms supports my cause, And Judah by religious laws. 8 Moab my slave and drudge shall be, Nor Edom from my yoke get free; Proud Palestine’s imperious state Shall humbly on our triumph wait. 9 But who shall quell these mighty powers, And clear my way to Edom's towers? Or through her guarded frontiers tread The path that doth to conquest lead? 10 Ev’n thou, O God, who hast dispers'd Qur troops (for we forsook thee first); Those whom thou didst in wrath forsake, Atom’d, thou wilt victorious make. 11 Do thou our fainting cause sustain; For human succours are but vain. 12 Fresh strength and courage God bestows: 'Tis he treads down our proudest foes. PSALM LXI. ORD, hear my cry, regard my prayer, Which I, oppress'd with grief, 2 From earth's remotest parts address To thee for kind relief.
O lodge me safe beyond the reach
Which thy majestic house displays: