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5 The insolence of heathen pride Thou hast reduc’d to shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd, And blotted out their name. 6 Mistaken foes! your haughty threats Are to a ocome; Our city stands, which you design'd To make our common tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has His righteous throne prepar’d, Impartial justice to dispense; To punish or reward. 9 God is a constant sure defence Against oppressing rage; As troubles rise, his needful aids In our behalf engage. 10 All those who have his goodness prov’d Will in his truth confide; Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man That on his help relied. 11 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, From Sion, his abode; Proclaim his deeds, till all the world Confess no other God. The Second Part. 12 When he inquiry makes for blood, He calls the poor to mind; The injur'd humble man's complaint Relief from him shall find. 13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord, Which spiteful foes create, Thou, that hast rescu'd me so oft From death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise, To all that love thy Name; And with loud shouts of grateful joy Thy saving pow'r proclaim. 15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me The heathen pride is #. ; Their guilty feet to their own snare Are heedlessly betray'd.
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes, The mighty Lord is known; While wicked men by their own plots Are shamefully o'erthrown. 17 No single sinner shall escape By privacy obscur'd ; Nor nation from his just revenge By numbers be secur'd. 18 His suff'ring saints, when most distrest, He ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectation shall be crown'd, #. a time delay’d. 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy pow'r, And let not man o'ercome; Descend to judgment, and pronounce The guilty heathen's doom. 20 Strike terror through the nations round, Till, by consenting fear, They to each other and themselves But mortal men appear.
PSALM X. 1 HYpresence why withdraw'st thou T Lord? > Why hid'st thou now thy face, When dismal times of deep distress Call for thy wonted grace?
2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride, Have made the poor their prey; O let them fall by those designs Which they for others lay ! 3 For straight they triumph, if success Their thriving crimes attend; And sordid wretches, whom God hates, Perversely they commend. 4. To own a pow'r above themselves Their haughty pride disdains; And therefore in their stubborn mind No thought of God remains. 5 Oppressive methods they pursue, nd all their foes they slight; Because thy judgments, unobserv'd, Are far o their sight. 6 They fondly think their prosporous state Shall unmolested be ; They think their vain designs shall From all misfortune free. [thrive, 7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, With curses fill'd and lies; By which the mischief of their heart They study to disguise. 8 Near publick roads they lie conceal’d, And all their art employ, The innocent and poor at once To rifle and destroy. 9 Not lions, couching in their dens, Surprise their heedless prey With greater cunning, or express More savage rage than they.
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast 'Twas their own strength o'ercame; Permit not them that vex my soul To triumph in my shame. 5 Since I have always plac'd my trust Beneath thy mercy's wing, To saving health will come, and then y heart with joy shall spring: 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir’d, To thee, my ; ascend; Who to thy servant in distress Such bounty didst extend.
1 So wicked fools must needs suppose That God is nothing but a name; Corrupt and lewd their practice grows, No breast is warm'd with holy flame. 2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n's high tow'r, And all the sons of men did view, To see if any own’d his pow'r, If any truth or justice knew. 3 But all, he saw, were gone aside, All were degen'rate grown and base; None took religion for their guide, Not one of all the sinful race. 4. But can these workers of deceit Be all so dull and senseless grown, That they like bread my people eat, And God's almighty pow'r disown P 5 How will they tremble then for fear, When his just wrath shall them o'ertake For to the righteous God is near, And never will their cause forsake. 6 Ill men in vain with scorn expose Those methods which the good pursue; Since God a refuge is for #. Whom his just eyes with favour view. 7 Would he his saving pow'r employ To break his people's servile band; Then shouts of universal joy Should loudly echo through the land.
4 Who vice in all its pomp and pow'r
The man, who by this steady course Has happiness insur'd, [stand,
When earth's foundation shakes, shall By Providence secur'd.
1 Po. me from my cruel foes,
3 But those that strictly virtuous are, And love the thing that's right, To favour always and prefer Shall be my chief delight. 4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd, Who other gods adore 1 Their bloody off'rings I detest, Their very names abhor. 5 My lot is fall’n in that blest land Where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral hand; 'Tis he supports my throne. 6 In nature's most delightful scene My happyo lies; The place of my appointed reign All other lands outvies. 7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, Whose precepts give me light, And private counsel still afford In sorrow's dismal night. 8 Istrive each action to approve To his all-seeing eye; No danger shall my hopes remove, Because he still is nigh. 9 Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest in hope to rise, Wak'd by his pow'rful voice. 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, My soul from hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
PSALM XVII. I O my just plea and sad complaint T Zond, orighteous Lord.” And to my pray’r, as 'tis unfeign'd, A gracious ear afford. 2. As in thy sight I am approv’d, So let my sentence be; And with impartial eyes, O Lord, My upright dealing see. 3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, And visited by night; And on the strictest trial found Its secret motions right. Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone My heart's designs acquit; For I have purpos'd that my tongue Shall no offence commit. 4 I know what wicked men would do Their safety to maintain; But me thy just and mild commands From bloody paths restrain. 5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs, My innocence secure; O guide me in thy righteous ways, And make my footsteps sure. 6 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain To thee my pray’r addrest; O now, my God, incline thine ear To this my just request. 7 The wonders of thy truth and love In my defence engage; [saints Thou, whose right hand preserves thy From their oppressors' rage.
From wicked men, who are thy sword, Deliver thou my soul: 14 From worldly men, thy sharpest scourge, Whose portion's here below; Who, fill'd with earthly stores, desire No other bliss to know. 15 Their race is num’rous that partake Their substance while they live: Their heirs survive, to whom they may The vast remainder give. 16 But I, in uprightness, thy face Shall view without control; And, waking, shall its image find Reflected in my soul.
PSALM XVIII. 1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been my rock, A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God, My trust is in thy mighty pow'r: Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tow’r. 3 To thee I will address my pray'r, To whom all praise we justly owe ; So shall I, by thy watchful care, Be guarded from my treach’rous foe. 4, 5 By floods of wicked men distress'd, ith seas of sorrow compass'd round; With dire infernal pangs oppress'd, In death's unwieldy fetters bound. 6 To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r, To God address'd my humble moan; Who ‘. inclin’d his ear, And heard me from his lofty throne.
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7 When God arose my part to take, [fear; The conscious o was struck with The hills did at his presence shake, Nor could his dreadful fury bear. 8 Thick clouds of smoke dispers'd abroad, Ensigns of wrath before him came; Devouring fire around him glow’d, That coals were kindled at its flame. 9 He left the beauteous realms of light, Whilst heav'n bow’d down its awful head, Beneath his feet substantial night Was like a sable carpet spread. 10 The chariot of the King of kings, Which active troops of angels drew, On a strong tempest's rapid wings, With most amazing swiftness flew. 11, 12 Black wat'ry mists and clouds con
spir'd With thickest shades his face to veil;
In me the Lord an instance gave, Whose darkness he has turn'd to light.
29 On his firm succour I relied,
30 For God's designs shall still succeed;
His word will bear the utmost test:
He's a strong shield to all that need,
31 Who then deserves to be ador'd,
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32, 33 'Tis God that girds my armour on, And all my just designs fulfils;
Through him my feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest hills.
34 Lessons of war from him I take, And manly weapons learn to wield; Strong bows of steel with ease I break, Forc’d by my stronger arms to yield. 35 The buckler of his saving health Protects me from assaulting foes; His hand sustains me still, my wealth And greatness from his bounty flows. 36 M; s". he enlarg’d abroad, ill then to narrow paths confin'd; And, when in slipp'ry ways I trod, The method of my steps design'd. 37 Through him I num’rous hosts defeat, And flying squadrons captive take; Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat, Till I a final conquest make.
38 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try Their vanquish’d heads again to rear; Spite of their boasted strength they lie neath my feet, and grovel there.
39 God, when fresh armies take the field, Recruits my strength, my courage. warms; He makes my strong opposers yield, Subdu’d by my prevailing arms. 40 Through him the necks of prostrate foes My conquering feet in triumph press; Aided by him, I root out those Who hate and envy my success. 41 With loud complaints all friends the But none was able to defend; [tried, At length to God for help they cried, But God would no assistance lend. 42 Like flying dust which winds pursue, Their broken troops I scatter'd round, Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw, Like loathsome dirt that clogs the ground.