PRINTED AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, BY SAMUEL COLLINGWOOD AND CO. Printers to the University. Sold by E. GARDNER, Oxford Bible Warehouse, Paternoster Row, London. M.DCCC.XXXIX. A NEW VERSION OF THE PSALMS OF 'HOW PSALM 1. OW blest is he who ne'er consents Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits 2 But makes the perfect law of God 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and success 4 Ungodly men and their attempts 5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb 6 For God approves the just man's ways, To happiness they tend; But sinners, and the paths they tread, W PSALM II. ITH restless and ungovern'd rage 2 The great in counsel and in might 3 Must we submit to their commands? Presumptuously they say: No, let us break their slavish bands, 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high, 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break On his rebellious foes; And thus will he in thunder speak 6 Though madly you dispute my will, Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, 7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare heir 8 Ask and receive thy full demands; The utmost limits of the lands 9 Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake, 10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear, Ye judges of the earth; 11 Worship the Lord with holy fear; Rejoice with awful mirth. 12 Appease the Son with due respect, Lest he revenge the bold neglect, 13 If but in part his anger rise, Who can endure the flame? Then blest are they whose hope relies On his most holy Name. 1HOW PSALM III. OW many, Lord, of late are grown And, as their numbers hourly rise, 2 Insulting they my soul upbraid, The God in whom he trusts, say they, Shall rescue him no more. 3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence; On thee my hopes rely; Thou art my glory, and shalt yet head on high. Lift up my 4 Since whensoe'er in like distress To God I made my prayʼr, He heard me from his holy hill, Why should I now despair? 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down My sweet repose to take; For I through him securely sleep, Through him in safety wake. 6 No force nor fury of my foes My courage shall confound, Were they as many hosts as men That have beset me round. 7 Arise and save me, O my God, Who oft hast own'd my cause, And scatter'd oft these foes to me, And to thy righteous laws. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His blessing he extends to all PSALM IV. LORD, that art my righteous To my complaint give ear: 2 How long will ye, O sons of men, 3 Consider that the righteous man And when to him I make my pray'r, 4 Then stand in awe of his commands, 5 The place of other sacrifice Let righteousness supply; 6 While worldly minds impatient grow 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine Successively renew. 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, And take my needful rest; No other guard, O Lord, I crave, PSALM V. LORD, hear the voice of my com- 2 To thee alone, my King, my God, 3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear; And with the dawning day To thee devoutly I'll look up, 4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain Who from thy sacred dwelling-place 5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain All such as act unrighteous things 6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth, By thee shall be destroy'd, Who hat'st alike the man in blood 7 But when thy boundless grace shall me To thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, 8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way 9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit, 10 By their own counsels let them fall, For they against thy righteous laws 11 But let all those who trust in thee 12 To righteous men the righteous Lord His blessing will extend, And with his favour all his saints, PSALM VI. 1THY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint, The anguish of my aching bones, 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, 4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, 5 For after death no more can I 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, No hope of ease I see; The night, that quiets common griefs, 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, 8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs 9, 10 He hears and grants my humble PSALM VII. LORD my God, since I have plac'd 2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, My soul become a prey; Let them to earth tread down my life, 6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord, Which thou hast righteously ordain'd 7 So to thy throne adoring crowds O therefore for their sakes resume 8 Impartial Judge of all the world, 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men But guard the just, thou God, to whom 10, 11 God me protects, nor only me, And daily lays up wrath for those 12 If they persist, he whets his sword, 13 E'en now, with swift destruction wing'd, His pointed shafts are sent. 14 The plots are fruitless, which my foe Unjustly did conceive; 15 The pit he digg'd for me has prov'd His own untimely grave. 16 On his own head his spite returns, Whilst I from harm am free; 17 On him the violence is fall'n Therefore will I the righteous ways I'll sing the praise of God most high, And celebrate his Name. PSALM VIII. THOU, to whom all creatures bow Thro' all the world how great art thou! In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, 2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue 3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st To them so wondrous kind? 5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create To thy celestial train ; 6 Ordain'd with dignity and state O'er all thy works to reign. 7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway; The beasts that prey or graze; 8 The bird that wings its airy way; 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow |