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Where Pleasures dwell without Allay,
and Joys that never fade.

PSA L M XVII.
I A RISE, O Lord, defeat their Plots,

their swelling Rage controul; From wicked Men, who are thy Sword,

deliver thou my Soul. 2 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge,

whole Portion's here below; Who, fill'd wiih earı hly-Stores, aspire

no other Bliss to know.
3 Their Race is num'rous, that partake

their Substance while they live:
Their Heirs survive, to whom they may

the vait Remainder give.
4 But I, in Uprightness, thy Face

shall view without Controul: And, waking, thail its Image find reflected in my Soul.

PSA L M XVIII. I N O Change of Times shall ever shock

my firm Affection, Lord, to thee, For thou hast always been a Rock,

a Fortress and Defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliy’rer art, my God; .

my Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r: Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad, At Home my Safe-guard and my Tow'r.

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PS A L M XVIII. P. ĝi . W HEN God arose to take my Part,

the conscious Earth did quake for Fear; From their firm Posts the Hills did start,

nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 2 Thick Clouds of Smoke dispers'd abroad,

Enfigns of Wrath before him came;
Devouring Fire around him glow'd,

that Coals were kindled at its Flame. 3 He left the beauteous Realms of Light,

whilft Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head; Beneath his Feet substantial Night,

was, like a fable Carpet, spread. 4 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. 5 Black wat'ry Mists and Clouds conspir'd

with thickeft Shades his Face to veil; But at his Brightness soon retir’d,

and fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 6 Thro’ Heav'n's wide Arch a thund'ring Peal,

God's angry Voice did loudly roar: While Earth's fad Face, with Heaps of Hail,

and Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o’er. 7 His charpen’d Arrows round he threw,

which made his scatter'd Foes retreat; Like Darts his nimble Light'ning flew,

and quickly finish'd rheir Defeat. 8 The Deep its secret Stores disclos'd;

the World's Foundations naked lay,

red lay,

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By his avenging Wrath expos'd,
which fiercely rag'd that dreadful Day.

PS A L M XVIII. O. V.
THE Lord d“scended from above,

and bow'd the Heav'ns high:
And underneath his Feet he cast

the Darkness of the Sky.
2 On Cherubs and on Cherubims

full royally t.e rode:
And on the Wings of mighty Winds
came flying ail abroad.

PSA L M XIX.

I THE Heav’ns declare thy Glory, Lord,

I which that alone can fill;

The Firmament and Stars express

their great Creator's Skill.

2 The Dawn of each returning Day

freih Beams of Knowledge brings :

From darkest Night's successive Rounds

divine instruction springs.

2 Their pow'rful Language to no Realm

or Region is contin'd:

'Tis Nature's Voice, and understood.

alike by all Mankind,

4 Their Doctrine does its sacred Sense

Thro' Earth’s Extent display;

Whose bright Contents the circling Sun
does round the World convey.,

s From East to West, from West to East,

his restless Course he goes: And, thro' his Progress, cheerful Light and vital Warmth bestows.

PSA L M XIX. P. 2. I COD's perfect Law converts the Soul,

reclaims from falle Desires; With sacred Wisdom his sure Word

the Ignorant inspires. 2 The Statutes of the Lord are just,

and bring sincere Delight : His pure Commands in Search of Truth,

assist the feeblert Sight. 3 His perfect Worship here is fix'd,

on sure Foundations laid: His equal Laws are in the Scales

of Truth and Justice we gh’d. 4. Of more Efteem than goiden Mines,

or Gold refin’d with Skill; More sweet than Honey, or the Drops,

that from the Coinb diftil. 5 My trusty Councellors they are,

and friendly Warnings give; Divine Rewards attend on those, who by thy Precepts five.

PSALM XXIII. ' I THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, vouchsafes to be my Guide;

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The Shepherd by whose constant Care

my Wants are all supply'd. 2 In tender Grafs he makes me feed,

and gently there repofe ; Then leads me to coul Shades, and where

refreshing Water flows.
3 He does my wand'ring Soul reclaim,

and to his endless Praise,
Instruct with humble Zeal to walk

in his most righteous Ways.
4. I pass the gloomy Vale of Death,

from Fear and Danger free;
For there his aiding Rod and Staff

defend and comfort me.
5 In Presence of my spiteful Foes

he does my Table spread;
He crowns my Cup with cheerful Wine,

With Oil anoints mine Head. 6 Since God does thus his wond'rous Love

through all my Life extend, That Life to him I will devote,

and in his Temple spend.

PSA L M XXIII. O. V.
IMY Shepherd is the living Lord,

I nothing therefore I need:
In Pastures fair, near pleasant Streams,

he setteth me to feed.
2. He shall convert and glad my Soul,

and bring my Mind in frame;

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