6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, no hope of ease I fee;
The night, that quiets common griefs,
7 My beauty fades, my fight grows dim,
Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think
8 Depart, ye wicked, in my wrongs
For God, I find, accepts my tears,
is spent in tears by me.
my eyes with weakness clofe;
on my infulting foes.
ye fhall no more rejoice;
and liftens to my voice.
9, 10 He hears and grants my humble pray'r; and they that wish my fall, Shall blush and rage to fee that God
Lord my God, fince I have plac'd
From all my perfecutors' rage
2 To fave me from my threat'ning foe,
Left, like a favage lion, he
3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
Nay, if I have not fpar'd his life,
5 Let then to perfecuting foes
Let them to earth tread down my life,
6 Arife, and let thine anger, Lord,
Exalt thyfelf above my foes
Awake, awake, in my behalf,
Which thou haft righteously ordain'd
7 So to thy throne adoring crowds
O! therefore for their fakes refume
8 Impartial Judge of all the world,
According to my juít deserts,
protects me from them all.
my truft alone in thee, do thou deliver me. Lord, interpofe thy pow'r; my helpless foul dévour. against his peace combine; who fought unjustly mine: my foul become a prey; in dut my honour lay. in my defence engage; and their infulting rage: the judgment to difpenfe, for injur'd innocence. thall ftill for juftice fly; thy judgment-feat on high.. I trust my cause to thee; fo let thy fentence be. together be o'erthrown; the hearts of both are known. but all of upright heart; who from his laws depart. his bow ftands ready bent; his pointed thafts are fent. unjustly did conceive; his own untimely grave. whilft I from harm am free; which he defign'd for me. of Providence proclaim; and celebrate his Name. VIII.
9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
But guard the juft, thou God, to whom
10, I God me protects, nor only me,
And daily lays up wrath for those
12 If they perfitt, he whets his fword,
13 E'en now, with fwift deftruction wing'd,
14 The plots are fruitlefs, which my foe
15 The pit he digg'd for me has prov'd
16 On his own head his fpite returns,
On him the violence is faÎl❜n
17 Therefore will I the righteous ways
I'll fing the praife of God moft High,
PSALM
to whom all creatures bow
within this earthly frame, thou! how glorious is thy Name! nor fully reckon❜d there; thy boundless praise declare : and crufh their haughty foes; that thee and thine oppofe. high, employs my wond'ring fight; with ftars of feebler light; lov't to keep him in thy mind? to them fo wondrous kind? to thy celeftial train;
Thou; in the world how great art
In heav'n thy wondrous acts are fung,
2 And yet thou mak’it the infant tongue
Thro' thee the weak confound the ftrong,
And fo thou quell'ft the wicked throng,
3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
4 What's man, (fay I,) that, Lord, thou
Or what his offspring, that thou prov❜st
5 Him next in pow'r thou didft create
6 Ordain'd with dignity and ftate
They jointly own his pow'rful sway;
The bird that wings its airy way;
9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Thro' all the world how great art thou!
PSALM
o'er all thy works to reign.
the beafts that prey or graze;
the fith that cuts the feas.
within this earthly frame,
how glorious is thy Name!
IX.
I will my heart prepare ;
thy wondrous works, declare.
exalted pleasure bring;
triumphant praise I fing..
3 Thou mad'ft my haughty foes to turn
Struck with thy prefence, down they fell,
4 Againft infulting foes advanc'd,
My right afferting from thy throne,
5 The infolence of heathen pride
Their wicked offspring quite deftroy'd,
6 Miftaken foes! your haughty threats
Our city ftands, which you defign'd
7,8 The Lord for ever lives, who has
Impartial juftice to dispense,
9 God is a conftant fure defence
Ás troubles rife, his needful aids
10 All thofe who have his goodness prov'd
Whofe mercy ne'er forfook the man
11 Sing praifes, therefore, to the Lord,
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
their backs in fhameful fights
they perifh'd at thy fight.
thou didft my caule maintain,
where truth and juftice reign.
thou haft reduc'd to fhame;
and blotted out their name.
are to a period come;
to make our common tomb.
his righteous throne prepar'd,
to punish or reward.
againft oppreffing rage;
in our behalf engage.
will in his truth confide;
that on his help relied.
from Sion, his abode;
confefs no other God.
12 When he enquiry makes for blood,
The injur'd humble man's complaint
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
Thou, that hast rescu'd me fo oft
14 In Sion then I'll fing thy praife,
And with loud fhouts of grateful joy
15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me
Their guilty feet to their own fnare
16 Thus, by the juft returns he makes,
While wicked men by their own plots
17 No fingle finner thall efcape
Nor nation from his just revenge
18 His fuff'ring faints, when moft diftreft,
Their expectations fhall be crown'd,
19 Arife, O Lord, affert thy pow'r,
Defcend to judgment, and pronounce
20 Strike terror thro' the nations round,
They to each other, and themselves,
he calls the poor to mind; relief from him fhall find. which spiteful foes create, from death's devouring gate, to all that love thy Name; thy faving power proclaim. the heathen pride is laid; infenfibly betray'd.
the mighty Lord is known;
are thamefully o'erthrown."
by privacy obfcur'd;
by numbers be fecur'd.
he ne'er forgets to aid;
though for a time delay'd.
and let not man o'ercome;
the guilty heathen's doom,
till, by confenting fear,
but mortal men appear.
Then difmal times of deep diftrefs
HY prefence why withdraw'ft thou, Lord? why hid'ft thou now thy face,
2 The wicked, fwell'd with lawlefs pride,
O let them fall by thofe defigns
3 For flraight they triumph, if fuccefs
And fordid wretches, whom God hates,
4 To own a pow'r above themfelves
And therefore in their ftubborn mind
5 Oppreffive methods they pursue,
Because thy judgments, unobferv'd,
6 They fondly think their profp'rous ftate
They think their vain defigns thall thrive,
7 Vain and deceitful is their speech,
By which the mischief of their heart
8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd,
The innocent and poor at once
9 Not lions, couching in their dens,
With greater cunning, or exprefs
10 Sometimes they act the harmiefs man,
That, fo deceiv'd, the poor may less
call for thy wonted grace?
have made the poor their prey;
which they for others lay.
their thriving crimes attend;
pervertely they commend.
their haughty pride difdains;
no thought of God remains.
and all their foes they flight;
are far above their fight.
fhall unmolefted be;
from all misfortune free.
with curfes fill'd and lies;
they study to disguise.
and all their art employ,
to rifle and deftroy.
furprise their heedlefs prey
more favage rage than they.
and modeft looks they wear
their fudden onset fear.
* For God, they think, no notice takes
He never minds the fuff'ring poor,
12 But thou, O Lord, at length arife;
And, by the greatness of thy power,
13 No longer let the wicked vaunt,
"Tufh, God regards not what we do;
14 But fure thou feeft, and all their deeds
The orphan, therefore, and the poor
15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,
Confound, O God, their dark designs,
16 Affert thy juft dominion, Lord,
Thou, who the heathen didft expel
17 Thou doft the humble fuppliants hear
Thou firit prepar'ft their hearts to pray,
of their unrighteous deeds;
nor their oppreffion heeds.
itretch forth thy mighty arm;
defend the poor from harm.
and proudly boafting say,
he never will repay.'
impartially doft try;
on thee for aid rely.
of all their ftrength bereft;
till no remains are left.
which fhall for ever ftand;
from this thy chofen land.
that to thy throne repair;
and then accept ft their pray'r.
18 Thou in thy righteous judgment weigh'ft the fatherlefs and poor;
That fo the tyrants of the earth
may perfecute no more.
INCE I have plac'd my truft in God,
Why thould like a tim'rous bird,
2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
Lurking in ambush to destroy
3 When once the firm assurance fails
Tis time for innocence to fly
4 The Lord hath both a temple here,
Whence he furveys the fons of men,
5 If God the righteous, whom he loves,
What must the fons of violence,
6 Snares, fire, and brimftone on their heads
This dreadful mixture his revenge
7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds
And to the upright man disclose
a refuge always nigh,
to diftant mountains fly?
and ready fix their dart
the man of upright heart.
which public faith imparts,
from fuch deceitful arts.
and righteous throne above;
and how their counfels inove.
for trial does correct;
whom he abhors, expect?
fhall in one tempeft ihow'r,
into their cup fhall pour.
with fignal favour grace;
the brightness of his face.
SINCE godly men decay, O Lord,
do thou my caufe defend;
what t'other doth impart:
and with a double heart.
For fcarce thefe wretched times afford one juft and faithful friend. 2 One neighbour now can scarce believe With flatt'ring lips they all deceive, 3 But lips that with deceit abound God's righteous vengeance will confound In vain thofe foolish boafters fay, With doubtful words we will betray, 5 For God, who hears the suff 'ring poor, Will foon arife and give them reft, 6 The word of God thall ftill abide, As is the filver, sev'n times try'd, 7 The promife of his aiding grace His fervants from this faithlefs race 8 Then thall the wicked be perplex'd, When those, whom they defpis'd and vex'd,
can never profper long;
the proud blafpheming tongue.
"Our tongues are fure our own;
and be controll'd by none."
and their oppreffion knows,
in fpite of all their foes.
and void of falsehood be,
from drofly mixture free.
fhall reach the purpos'd end;
he ever fhall defend.
nor know which way to fly;
shall be advanc'd on high.
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? muft I for ever mourn?
How long wilt thou withdraw from me, oh! never to return?
2 How long thall anxious thoughtsiny foul, and grief my heart oppres?
How long my enemies infult,
30 hear, and to my longing eyes And fuddenly, or I thall fleep
4 Reftore me, left they proudly boaft Permit not them that vex my foul
and I have no redrefs?
reftore thy wonted light!
in everlafting night.
'twas their own itrength o'crcame; to triumph in my thame.
URE wicked fools muft needs fuppofe that God is nothing but a name; Corrupt and lewd their practice grows, no breaft is warm'd with holy flame. 2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n's high tow'r, and all the fons of men did To fee if any own'd his pow'r,
3 But all, he faw, were gone afide
None took religion for their guide,
4 But can these workers of deceit
That they like bread my people eat,
S How will they tremble then for fear,
For to the righteous God is near,
6 Ill men in vain with fcorn expofe
Since God a refuge is for those
7 Would he his faving pow'r employ
'Then fhouts of univerfaljoy
if any truth or justice knew. [view,
all were degen❜rate grown and base; not one of all the finful race.
be all fo dull and fenfelefs grown; and God's almighty pow'r difown? when his juft wrath fhall them o'ertake; and never will their caule forfake. thofe methods which the good pursue; whom his juft eyes with favour view. to break his people's servile band; fhould loudly echo through the land.
Lo
ORD, who's the happy man that may to thy bleft courts repair?
Not, ftranger-like, to vifit them, but to inhabit there?
by rules of virtue moves;
the thing his heart difproves.
his neighbour's fame to wound;
by malice whisper'd round.
can treat with juft neglect ;
religiously respect.
2 'Tis he, whofe every thought and deed
Whofe gen'rous tongue difdains to speak
3 Who never did a flander forge
Nor hearken to a falfe report,
4 Who vice in all its pomp and pow'r
And piety, though cloth'd in 'rags,
5 Who to his plighted vows and truft
And, though he promise to his lofs,
6 Whofe foul in ufury difdains
Whom no rewards can ever bribe
7 The man, who by this fteady courfe
has ever firmly stood;
he makes his promise good.
his treasure to employ;
the guiltless to deftroy.
has happiness infur'd,
When earth's foundation fhakes, fhall ftand, by Providence fecur'd.
PROTECT me from my cruel foes,
Because my truft I ftill repofe
2 My foul all help but thine does flight,
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
3 But thofe that ftrictly virtuous are,
To favour always and prefer
4 How fhall their forrows be increas'd,
Their bloody off'rings I detett,
5 My lot is fall'n in that bleft land He fills my cup with lib'ral hand; 6 In nature's most delightful fcene The place of my appointed reign
7 Therefore my foul fhall blefs the Lord,
And private counfel ftill afford
8 I ftrive each action to approve
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My flefh fhall reft in hope to rile,
and fhield me, Lord, from harm,
on thy Almighty arm.
all gods but thee difown;
the goodness thou haft fhown.
and love the thing that's right,
thall be my chief delight.
who other gods adore !"
their very names abhor.
where God is truly known;
'tis he fupports my throne.
my happy portion lies;
all other lands outvies.
whofe precepts give me light,
in forrow's difmal night.
to his all-feeing eye;
because he ftill is nigh.
my glory does rejoice;
wak'd by his powerful voice.
10 Thou, Lord, when I refign my breath, my foul from hell fhalt free,
Nor let thy Holy One in death
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display, Where pleafires dwell without allay,
the leaft corruption fee.
that to thy prefence lead;
and joys that never fade.
To my juft plea and fad complaint,
And to my pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd,
2 As in thy fight I am approv❜d,
And with impartial eyes, O Lord,
attend, O righteous Lord,
a gracious ear afford.
fo let my fentence be;
my upright dealing fee.
3 For thou haft fearch'd my heart by day, and vifited by night;
And on the ftricteft trial found
Nor fhall thy justice, Lord, alone
For I have purpos'd that my tongue
4 I know what wicked men would do
But me thy juft and mild commands
5 That I may ftill, in fpite of wrongs,
O guide me in thy righteous ways,
6 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain
O now, my God, incline thine ear
The wonders of thy truth and love
Thou, whofe right hand preferves thy
its fecret motions right.
my heart's defigns acquit;
fhall no offence commit.
their fafety to maintain;
from bloody paths reftrain.
my innocence fecure;
and make my footsteps fure.
to thee my pray'r addreft;
to this my just request.
in my defence engage;
faints from their oppreffors' rage,
8, 9 O! keep me in thy tend'reft care;
To guard me fafe from favage foes,
10 O'ergrown with luxury, inclos'd
And with a proud blafpheming mouth
11 Well may they boaft, for they have now
Their eyes at watch, their bodies bow'd,
12 In pofture of a lion fet,
Or a young lion, when he lurks
13 Arife, O Lord, defeat their plots, From wicked men, who are thy fword,
thy fhelt'ring wings ftretch out,
that compafs me about.
in their own fat they lie ;
both God and man defy.
my paths encompass'd round;
and couching on the ground,
when greedy of his prey;
within a covert way.
their fwelling rage control;
deliver thou my foul.
14 From worldly men, thy fharpeft fcourge, whofe portion's here below;
Who, fill'd with earthly ftores, defire
15 Their race is num'rous that partake
Their heirs furvive, to whom they may
16 But I, in uprightnefs, thy face
And, waking, fhall its image find
change of times fhall ever fhock
no other blifs to know.
their fubftance while they live:
the vaft remainder give.
fhall view without control;
reflected in my foul.
my firm affection, Lord, to thee;
No noftres defence to int
2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God,"
Thou art my fhield from foes abroad,
3 To thee I will addrefs my pray'r,
So fhall I, by thy watchful care,
4, 5 By floods of wicked men diftrefs'd,
With dire infernal pangs opprefs'd,
6 To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r,
Who graciously inclin❜d his ear,
my truft is in thy mighty pow'r : at home my fafeguard and my tow'r, (to whom all praife we juftly owe ;) be guarded from my treach'rous foe. with deadly forrows compafs'd round in death's unwieldy fetters bound. to God addrefs'd my humble moan and heard me from his lofty throne.
When God arofe to take my part, the confcious earth did quake for fear; From their firm pofts the hills did start, 8 Thick clouds of fmoke difpers'd abroad, Devouring fire around him glow'd,
He left the beauteous realms of light,
Beneath his feet fubftantial night
10 The chariot of the King of kings,
On a ftrong tempeft's rapid wings,
nor could his dreadful fury bear. enfigns of wrath before him came; that coals were kindled at its flame. whilft heav'n bow'd down its awful head, was like a fable carpet fpread. which active troops of angelsdrew, with most amazing swiftness flew.
11, 12 Black wat❜ry mifts and clouds confpir'd with thickeft fhades his face to veil;
But at his brightness soon retir'd,
and fell in fhow'rs of fire and hail.
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