15 How diff'rent did their carriage prove
When they, in crowds together met,
The rabble too, in num'rous throngs,
And ceas'd not, with reviling words,
16 Scoffers, that noble tables haunt,
Did gnafh their teeth, and fland'ring jefts
17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on?
And fave my guiltlefs foul, which they,

in times of my diftrefs;
did favage joy exprefs.
by their example came,
to wound my spotlefs fame.
and earn their bread with lies,
maliciously devife.

on my behalf appear:

like rav'ning beafts, would tear.

The Third Part.

18 So I, before the lift'ning world, And, where the great aflembly meets, 19 Lord, fuffer not my caufelefs foes, With open joy, or fecret figns,

20 For they, with hearts averfe from peace,
Against the men of quiet minds

21 Nor with these private arts content,
And fay," At last we found him out,
22 But thou, who doft both them and me
Affert my innocence, O Lord,
23 Stir up thyfelf, in my behalf
Thy righteous fervant's caufe, O God,
24 Lord, as my heart has upright been,
Nor let my cruel foes obtain

25 O let them not amongst themselves
"At length our wishes are complete,
26 Let fuch as in my harm rejoic'd
And foul difhonour wait on thofe
27 Whilft they with cheerful voices fhout,
And bless the Lord, who loves to make
28 So fhall my tongue thy judgments fing,
And cheerful hymns in praise of thee

PSALM

M'But reafon whispers to my heart,

crafty foe, with flatt'ring art,

2 He foothes himself, retir'd from fight,
Till his dark plots, expos'd to light,"
3 In deeds he is my foe confeft,
True wisdom's banish'd fro:n his breaft,
4 His wakeful malice spends the night
His obftinate ungen'rous spite

5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my fure hope,
Thy facred truth's unmeafur'd fcope
6 Thy juftice, like the hills, remains;
Thy providence the world fuftains;
7 Since of thy goodness all partake,
Thy fhelt'ring wings their refuge make,
8 Such guetts fhall to thy courts be led
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
9 With thee the fprings of life remain;
10 O let thy faints thy favour gain;

fhall grateful thanks exprefs;
thy Name with praises bleis.
who me unjustly hate,
to mock my fad estate.
induftriously devife
to forge malicious lies.
aloud they vent their fpite;
he did it in our fight.""
with righteous eyes furvey,
and keep not far away.
to judgment, Lord, awake;
to thy decifion take.
let me thy juftice find;
the triumph they defign'd.
in boafting language fay,
at laft he's made our prey."
for thame their faces hide;
that proudly me defied.
who my juft caufe befriend;
fuccefs his faints attend.
infpir'd with gratefuljoy;
fhall all my days employ.

XXXVI.

his wicked purpofe would difguife;
he ne'er fets God before his eyes.
fecure he thinks his treach'rous game;
their falfe contriver brand with fhame.
whilft with his tongue le fpeaks me fair;
and vice has fole dominion there.
in forging his accurs'd defigns;
no execrable means declines.
above the heav'nly orb afcends;
beyond the fpreading iky extends.
unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
the whole creation is thy care.

with what affurance fhould the just
and faints to thy protection truft.
to banquet on thy love's repait;
of joys that fhall for ever laft.
thy prefence is eternal day:
to upright hearts thy truth display.

11 Whilft pride's infulting foot would fpurn, and wicked hands my life furprife; 12 Their mischiefs on themselves return; down, down they're fall'n, no moretorife.

PSALM XXXVII.

THO' wicked men grow rich or great,

Thy anger or thy

yet let not their fuccessful ftate envy raife:

2 For they, cut down like tender grafs, or like young flow'rs, away fhall pafs, Whose blooming beauty foon decays.

3 Depend on God, and him obey.

fo thou within the land fhalt flay, Secure from danger and from want: 4 Make his commands thy chief delight; and he, thy duty to requite,

Shall all thy earneft wifhes grant...

and he will needful help afford

To perfect ev'ry juft defign:

5 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord,
6 He'll make, like light, ferene and clear, thy clouded innocence appear,
And as a midday fun to shine.

7 With quiet mind on God depend,

and patiently for him attend;

Nor let thy anger fondly rife:

Tho' wicked men with wealth abound, and with fuccefs the plots are crown'd, Which they maliciously devise.

8 From ánger cease, and wrath forfake; let no ungovern'd paffion make Thy wav'ring heart espouse their crime:

9 For God fhall finful men deftroy;

whilft only they the land enjoy,'

Who trust on him, and wait his time."

10 How foon fhall wicked men decay!

their place fhall vanish quite away,

Nor by the ftricteft fearch be found; 11 Whilft humble fouls poffefs the earth, rejoicing ftill with godly mirth, With peace and plenty always crown'd.

The Second Part.

12 While finful crowds, with falfe defign, againft the righteous few combine, And gnath their teeth, and threat'ning ftand;

13 God fhall their empty plots deride, and laugh at their defeated pride'; ' He fees their ruin near at hand.

14 They draw the fword, and bend the bow, the poor and needy to o'erthrow, And men of upright lives to flay; [Atroke 15 But their ftrong bows fhall foon be broke, their sharpen'd weapon's mortal Through their own hearts fhall force its way.

16 A little, with God's favour bleft,

that's by one righteous man poffeft,

The wealth of many bad excels:

17 For God fupports the juft man's caufe, but as for those that break his laws, Their unsuccessful pow'r he quells.

18 His conftant care the upright guides, and over all their life prefides;

Their portion fhall for ever laft:

19 They, when diftrefs o'erwhelms the earth,

[dearth

fhall be unmov'd, and e'en in

The happy fruits of plenty tafte.

20 Not fo the wicked men, and those

who proudly dare God's will oppofe ;

Deftruction is their hapless fhare:

Like fat of lambs, their hopes and they fhall in an inftant melt away,
And vanish into smoke and air.

The Third Part.

21 While finners, brought to fad decay,

ftill borrow on and never pay, fhall peaceably the earth poffels, And thofe he curfes fhall not live.

The just have will and pow'r to give :

22 For fuch as God vouchsafes to blefs,

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 fometimes may be diftreft, yet fhall he ne'er be quite oppreft, For God upholds him with his hand.

25 From my firft youth, till age prevail'd, I never faw the righteous fail'd, Or want o'ertake his num❜rous race;

26 Because compaffion fill'd his heart, and he did cheerfully impart,

God made his offspring's wealth increase.

27 With caution fhun each wicked deed, in virtue's ways with zeal proceed, And fo prolong your happy days:

28 For God, who judgment loves, does ftill preferve his faints fecure from ill, While foon the wicked race decays.

29, 30, 31 The upright shall poffefs the land, his portion fhall for ages fland; His mouth with wifdom is fupplied;

His tongue by rules of judgment moves, his heart the law of God approves, Therefore his footsteps never slide.

The Fourth Part.

32 In wait the watchful finner lies,

in vain the righteous to furprise;

In vain his ruin doth decree :

33 God will not him defenceless leave,

to his revenge expos'd, but fave; And, when he's sentenc'd, fet him free.

34 Wait ftill on God, keep his command, and thou, exalted in the land, Thy blefs'd poffeffion ne'er thall quit:

The wicked foon deftroy'd shall be,

and, at his difmal tragedy,

Thou fhalt a fafe fpectator fit.

35 The wicked I in pow'r have feen,
That fpreads its pleasant
36 But he was gone as fwift as thought,
No fign or track of
37 Obferve the perfect man with care,
Their rougheft days in
38 While on the latter end of thofe,

A common ruin

39 God to the juft will aid afford,

;

and like a bay tree, fresh and green, branches round and, though in every place I fought, him I found.

and mark all fuch as upright are; peace shall end: who dare God's facred will oppose, fhall attend.

their only fafeguard is the Lord; Their ftrength in time of need is he: 40 Because on him they ftill depend,

the Lord will timely fuccour fend,

And from the wicked fet them free.

PSALM XXXVIII.

THY chaft'ning wrath, O Lord, reftrain,

though I deferve it all; of thy difpleasure fall. thy arrows deep remain; I can-no more fuítain. thy wrath fo fiercely glows; my bones have no repose. my finking head o'erflow, too vaft a burden grow. my folly's just return; and all day long I mourn. infecting ev'ry part; 3 with lickness worn, I groan and roar, through angul of my heart.

Nor let at once on me the ftorm 2 In ev'ry wretched part of me Thy heavy hand's afflicting weight 3 My flesh is one continued wound, Betwixt my punishment and guilt 4 My fins, that to a deluge fwell, And for my feeble strength to bear 5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds, 6 With trouble I am warp'd and bow'd, A loath'd disease afflicts my loins,

The Second Part.

9 But, Lord, before thy fearching eyes
And fure my groans have been too loud
10 My heart's oppreft, my ftrength decay'd,
11 Friends, lovers, kinfmen, gaze aloof
12 Meanwhile the foes that seek my life,
Vent flanders, and contrive all day
13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb,
14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose
15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
Affur'd that thou, the righteous God,
16" Hear me," faid I, left my proud
"Infulting if they fee my foot

17 And, with continual grief oppreft,
18 To thee, O Lord, I will confefs,
19 But whifft I languish, my proud foes
And they that hate me without cause
20 E'en they, whom I oblig'd, return
And are my enemies, because

21 Forfake me not, O Lord my God,
22 Make hatte to my relief, O thou,

all my defires appear;

not to have reach'd thine ear. my eyes depriv'd of light; on fuch a difmal fight. their fnares to take me fet; . to forge fome new deceit. nor heard, nor once replied; tongue with conscious guilt is tied. my innocence to clear; my injur'd caufe wilt hear. foes a fpiteful joy difplay, but once to go aftray." to fink I now begin: to thee bewail my fin. their ftrength and vigour boat; are grown a dreadful hoft. my kindness with defpite; I choose the path that's right. nor far from me depart; who my falvation art.

PSALM XXXIX.

ESOLV'D to watch o'er all my ways, I curb'd my hafty words when I 2 Like one that's dumb I filent flood, From good discourse; but that reftraint 3 My heart did glow, which working And warm reflections fann'd the fire, 4 Lord, let me know my term of days, The num'rous train of ills disclose, 5 My life, thou know'ft, is but a span, And ev'ry man, in beft eftate, 6 Man like a fhadow vainly walks, He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell 7 Why then should I on worthless toys On thee alone my steadfast hope 8,9 Forgive my fins, nor let me fcorn'd For I was dumb, and murmur'd not, 10 The dreadful burden of thy wrath Left my frail flesh too weak to bear 11 For when thou chaften'it man for fin (So vain a thing is hc,) like cloth

I kept my tongue in awe;
the wicked profp'rous faw.
and did my tongue refrain
increas'd my inward pain.
thoughts did hot and restless make;
till thus at length I fpake:
how foon my life will end;
which this frail state attend.
a cypher fums my years;
but vanity appears.
with fruitlefs cares opprefs'd;
by whom 'twill be poffefs'd.
with anxious care attend?
fhall ever, Lord, depend.
by foolish finners be;
because 'twas done by thee.
in mercy foon remove;
the heavy load should prove.
thou mak'ft his beauty fade,
by fretting moths decay'd.
and liften to my pray❜r;
as all my fathers were.
my wafted ftrength restore;
and fhall be feen no more.

12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,
Who fojourn like a ftranger here,
130 fpare me yet a little time,
Before I vanith quite from hence,

PSALM XL.

Waited meekly for the Lord,

I who did his gracious ear afford,

till he vouchfaf'd a kind reply; and heard from heav'n my humble cry. when founder'd deep in miry clay; and fuffer'd not my steps to ftray. shall fill my mouth with fongs of praise; to hopes of like deliv'rance raise. who on th' Almighty Lord relies; and hates the hypocrite's difguife. which thou, O God, for ushaft wrought!

2 He took me from the difmal pit, On folid ground he plac'd my feet, 3 The wonders he for me has wrought And others, to his worthip brought, 4 For bleffings thall that man reward, Who treats the proud with disregard, 5 Who can the wondrous works recount, The treasures of thy love furmount the pow'r of numbers, fpeech, and thought.

6 I've learnt, that thou haft not defir'd
Nor blood of guiltless beafts requir'd
7 I therefore come-come to fulfil
9 'Tis my delight to do thy will;

offrings and facrifice alone;
for man's tranfgreffion to atone.
the oracles thy books impart :
thy law is written in my heart.

with fhame their malice be repaid, and fport of my affliction made:

16 Their doom let defolation be, Who mock'd my confidence in thee, 17 While thofe, who humbly feel thy face, to joyful triumphs fhall be rais'd;

with me refound, The Lord be prais'd. of me th' Almighty Lord takes care; to my relief with speed repair.

And all who prize thy faving grace
18 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
Thou, God, who only canft restore,

PSALM XLI.

HAPPY the man whose tender care

relieves the poor diftreft:

When he's by trouble compafs'd round the Lord fhall give him reit. 2 The Lord his life, with bleflings crown'd, in fafety thall prolong; And disappoint the will of thofe

that feek to do him wrong.
opprefs'd with fickness lie;
and inward ftrength fupply.
I thus my pray'r addrefs'd:
though I have much tranfgrefs'd.'
attempt to wound my fame;
forget his very name?"
'tis all but empty show,
and vent it where they go.

to hurt me they devife:
he's fall'n no more to rife."
on whom I most relied,
with open scorn defied.
in mercy, Lord, regard;
may meet their juft reward.
is open when I call;
to triumph in my fall.
from danger and difgrace,
before thy glorious face.
from age to age be bless'd;
with loud Amens exprefs'd.

PSALM XLII.

S pants the hart for cooling ftreams,

when heated in the chafe;

A so longs my foul, O God, for thee, and thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
O when thall I behold thy face,

3.
Tears are my conftant food, while thus
"Deluded wretch! where's now thy God?
4 I figh whene'er my mufing thoughts
When I with troops of pious friends
When I advanc'd with fongs of praise
And led the joyful facred throng,

my thirfty foul doth pine:
thou Majefty divine!
infulting foes upbraid:
and where his promis'd aid?"
thofe happy days prefent,
thy temple did frequent:
my folemn vows to pay,
that kept the feftal day.
truft God, and he'll employ
to thankful hymns of joy.
on thee and Sion flill;

5 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my foul?
His aid for thee, and change these fighs
6 My foul's caft down, O God, but thinks
From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, and Mizar's humbler hill.
7 One trouble calls another on,

Fall fpouting down, till round my foul
8 But when thy prefence, Lord of life,
To thee I'll midnight anthems fing,
9 God of my ftrength, how long fhall I,
Forlorn, forfáken, and expos'd

10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a fword,
"Vain boafter, where is now thy God?
11 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my foul?
The praife of him who is thy God,

and bursting o'er my head,
a roaring fea is fpread.
has once difpell'd this ftorm,
and all my vows perform.
like one forgotten, mourn?
to my oppreffor's fcorn.
whilft thus my foes upbraid,
and where his promis'd aid?"
hope ftill, and thou fhalt fing
thy health's eternal spring.