Behold how envious finners try

To vex and break my peace. 2 The fons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rife, My refuge is thy word.

3 In God moft holy, juft and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh
The offspring of the duft.

can

do,

4 They wreft my words to mifchief ftill,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counfels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.

5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Muft their devices ftand?

O caft the haughty finner down,
And let him know thy hand!

PAUSE.

6 God counts the forrows of his faints,
Their groans affect his ears;

Thou haft a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;

So fwift is pray'r to reach the sky,
So near is God to me..

8 In thee, moft holy, juft and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the duft.

9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;

I'll fing, "How faithful is thy word! "How righteous all thy ways!"

10 Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death; O fet thy prifoner free :

I

That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for thee.

PSALM LVII.

Long Metre.

Praife for protection, grace, and truth.

MY God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown; Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown.

2 Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, The Lord will my defires perform; He fends his angels from the fky, And faves me from the threat'ning ftorm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell; Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 4 My heart is fix'd: My fong fhall raise Immortal honours to thy name; Awake, my tongue, to found his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds diffolve and die. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God! Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell; Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.

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PSALM LVIII.

JUD

Particular Metre.

Warning to Magiftrates.

UDGES, who rule the world by laws, Will ye defpife the righteous caufe, When th' injur'd poor before you stands? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich finners 'fcape fecure,

While gold and greatness bribe your hands? 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? High in the heav'ns his juftice reigns; Yet you invade the rights of God, And fend your bold decrees abroad, To bind the confcience in your chains.

3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow fharp, the poifon strong,

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And death attends where'er it wounds : You hear no counfels, cries or tears; So the deaf adder ftops her ears

Against the pow'r of charming founds.

Break out their teeth, eternal God,
Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in blood;

And crush the ferpents in the duft;
As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rife,
Before the fweeping tempeft flies,

So let their hopes and names be loft. 5 The Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die,

As hills of fnow diffolve and run,
Or fnails that perifh in their flime,
Or births that come before their time,
Vain births that never fee the fun.

6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to faints afford;

And all that hear fhall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, "A God that hears his children cry,

"And will their fuff'rings well repay." PSALM LX. 1-5, 10-12. Com.Metre. On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war.

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LORD, haft thou caft the nation off,

Must we for ever mourn?

Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our ftrength away;

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Like men that totter, drunk with wine,
We tremble in difmay.

"Our Zion trembles at thy ftroke,
"And dreads thy lifted hand!
"Oh, heal the people thou haft broke,
"And fave the finking land."

4 Lift up a banner in the field

For those that fear thy name;
Save thy beloved with thy fhield,
And put our foes to fhame.
5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Like a confed'rate God;

In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite
Against thy lifted rod.

6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown
By thine affifting hand;

'Tis God that treads the mighty down,
And makes the feeble ftand.

PSALM LXI. ver. 16. Short Metre.

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3.

4

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Safety in God.

HEN overwhelm'd with grief, My heart within me dies Helplefs, and far from all relief, To heav'n I lift mine eyes.

O lead me to the rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My fhelter and my shade.

Within thy prefence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;

Thou art the tow'r of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

Thou giveft me the lot

Of thofe that fear thy name ;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall poffefs the fame.

PSALM LXII. ver. 5-12. Long Metre.
No truft in the creatures; or, faith in divine grace and power
Y fpirit looks to God alone;

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MY

My rock and refuge is his throne ;
In all my fears, in all my ftraits,
My foul on his falvation waits.

2 Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-fufficient aid.

3 Falfe are the men of high degree,
The bafer fort are vanity;

Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air.