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When he surveys the sons of men,

And how their councils move.
5 If God the righteous, whom he loves,

For trial does correct,
What must the sons of violence,

Whom he abhors, expect? 6 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads

Shall in one tempest show'r;
This dreadful mixture his revenge

Into their cup shall pour. 7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds

With signal favour grace,
And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of his face.

PSALM XII.
1 SINCE godly men decay, O Lord,

Do thou my cause defend ;
For scarce these wretched times afford

One just and faithful friend.
2 One neighbour now can scarce believe

What t'other does impart;
With flatt'ring lips they all deceive,

And with a double heart.
3 But lips that with deceit abound

Can never prosper long;
God's righteous vengeance will confound

The proud blaspheming tongue. 4. In vain those foolish boasters say,

“ Our tongues are sure our own; “ With doubtful words we'll still betray,

“ And be contrould by none.”
$ For God, who hears the sufl'ring poor,

And their oppression knows,
Will soon arise and give them rest,

In spite of all their foes.
6 The word of God shall still abide,

And void of falsehood be,
As is the silver, sev’n times try'd,

From drossy mixture free.
7 The promise of his aiding grace

Shall reach its purpos'd end ;
His servants from this faithless race

Ile cver shall defend.

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8 Then shall the wicked be perplex’d,

Nor know which way to fly
When those whom they despis’d and vesi,
Shall be advanc'd on high.

PSALM XIII.
i How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

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How long wilt thou withdraw from me,

Oh, never to return?
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul,

And grief my heart oppress?
How long my enemies insult,

And I have no redress?
3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes

Restore thy wonted light,
And suddenly, or I shall sleep

In everlasting night.
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,
Thy saving health will come ; and then

My heart with joy shall spring:
6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir’d,

To thee my God ascend,
Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.

PSALM XIV.
1
SURI
VURE 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 name.
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 grow'n,

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That they, like bread my people eat,

And God's almighty pow'r disown! 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 those

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.

PSALM XV.
1 T ORD, who's the happy man that may

To thy blest courts repair,
Not, stranger-like, to visit them,

But to inhabit there?
2 "Tis he, whose ev'ry thought and deed

By rules of virtue moves ;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak

The thing his heart disproves.
3 Who never did a slander forge,

His neighbour's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,

By malice whisper'd round.
4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r;

Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though cloath'd in rags,

Religiously respect.
5 Who to his plighted vows and trust

Has ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,

He makes his promise good.
6 Whose soul in usury disdains

His treasure to employ ;
Whom no reward can ever bribe

The guiltless to destroy.
7 The man, who by his steady course ?

Has happiness insur'd,
When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,

By Providence secur'd.

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PSALM XVI.
1 TECT me from my cruel foes,

And shield me, Lord, from harm :
Because my trust I still repose

On thy Almighty arm.
2 My soul all help but thine does slight,

All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite

The goodness thou hast shown.
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 increasid,

Who other gods adore ?
Their bloody off'rings I detest,

Their very names abhor.
5 My lot is fallin in that blest land

Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral land,

'Tis be supports my throne.
6 In nature's most delightlul scene

My happy portion lies ;
The place of my appointed reign

All other lands outvies.
Cizal : Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,

Whose precepts give me light;
And private counsel still afford

In sorrow's dismal night.
2 8 I strive each action to approve

To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,

Because he still is nigh.
3 9 Therefore my heart all grief de fies,

My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,

Wak'd by his powerful 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,

Which to thy presence lead ;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,

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PSALM XVII. To my just plea and

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0 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 senience 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 pild 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 Sincc, heretofore, I ne'er in vain

To thee my pray'r address'd ;
O! now, my God, incline thine ear

To this my just request.
7 The wonders of thy truth and love

In my defence engage ;
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy saints
From their oppressor's rage.

PART II.
3,9 () ! keep me in thy tend'rest care ;

Thy shelt’ring wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage foes,

That compass me about :
10 O’ergrown with luxury, enclos'd

In their own fat they lie;
And, with a proud blaspheming mouth,

Both God and man defy.
11 Well may they boast, for they have now

My paths encompass'd round;

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