6

"While I deftroy their foes,
"I'd richly feed my flock,

"And they fhould tafte the ftream that flows
"From their eternal Rock."

PSALM LXXXII. Long Metre. [*] God the fupreme Governor; or, magiftrates warned. MONG the affemblies of the great, A greater Ruler takes his feat; The God of heaven, as Judge, furveys Thofe gods on earth, and all their ways. 2 Why will you then frame wicked laws? Or why fupport th' unrighteous caufe? When will ye once defend the poor, That finners vex the faints no more ? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know; Dark are the ways in which they go: Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they fhall fall and die like men. 4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Sen Poffefs his univerfal throne,

And rule the nations with his rod;
He is our Judge, and he our God.

PSALM LXXXIII. Short Metre. [b]
A complaint against perfecutors.
AND will the God of grace
Perpetual filence keep?

The God of juftice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance fleep?
Behold, what curfed fnares
The men of mifchief fpread;
The men that hate thy faints, and thee,
Lift up their threatening head.

Against thy hidden ones

Their counfels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye,
Purfues them to deftroy.

The noble and the bafe
Into thy paftures leap;
The lion and the ftupid afs
Confpire to vex thy fheep.

"Come, let us join," they cry,
"To root them from the ground,

"Till not the name of faints remain, "Nor memory fhall be found." 6 Awake, Almighty God,

And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them, like forests, to the fire,
Or ftubble to the wind.

7 Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them feek thy name;
Or elfe their ftubborn rage confound,
That they may die in fhame,
8 Then fhall the nations know
That glorious dreadful word,
JEHOVAH is thy name alone,
And thou the fovereign Lord.

PSALM LXXXIV. 1ft Part. Long Metre. [*]
The pleasure of public worship.

HOWLre Holts, thy dwellings are!
OW pleafant, how divinely fair,
With long defire my fpirit faints
To meet th' affemblies of thy faints.
2 My flesh would reft in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why fhould I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 The fparrow chooses where to reft,
And for her young provides her neft:
But will my God to fparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want?
4 Bleft are the faints who fit on high,
Around thy throne of majefty;
Thy brightest glories fhine above,
And all their work is praife and love.
5 Bleft are the fouls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And feek thy face, and learn thy praife.
6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their ftrength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

7 Cheerful they walk with growing ftrength
Till all fhall meet in heaven at length;

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And let his vengeance fleep?
Behold, what curfed faares
The men of michief spread;
The men that have thy faints, and thee,
Lift up their threatening head.
Agunft thy hidden ones
Their counfels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye
Purfues them to deftroy.
The noble and the bafe
Into thy paftures leap;
The lion and the ftupid als
Confpire to vex thy fheep.
"Come, let us join," they cry,
"To root them from the ground,

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"Till not the name of faints remain, "Nor memory fhall be found."

6 Awake, Almighty God,

And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them, like forefts, to the fire,
Or ftubble to the wind.

Convince their madnefs, Lord,
And make them feek thy name;
Or elfe their ftubborn rage confound,
That they may die in fhame,

8 Then fhall the nations know
That glorious dreadful word,
JEHOVAH is thy name alone,
And thou the fovereign Lord.

PSALM LXXXIV. 1ft Part. Long Metre. [*] The pleasure of public worship.

1

HO Lord of Holts, thy dwellings are!
OW pleafant, how divinely fair,
With long defire my fpirit faints
To meet th' affemblies of thy faints.
2 My flesh would reft in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why fhould I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 The fparrow chooses where to reft,
And for her young provides her neft:
But will my God to fparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want?
4 Bleft are the faints who fit on high,
Around thy throne of majefty;
Thy brightest glories fhine above,
And all their work is praife and love.
5 Bleft are the fouls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And feek thy face, and learn thy praife.
6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their ftrength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all fhall meet in heaven at length;

6 No vain pretence to royal birth
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne;

God, the great fovereign of the earth,
Will rife, and and make his justice known.
7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup
Of vengeance, mix'd with various plagues,
To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out, and tafte the bitter dregs.
8 Now fhall the Lord exalt the juft:
And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the duft,
Our lips fhall fing his praise aloud.]

PSALM LXXVI. Common Metre.

[*]

Ifrael faved, and the Affyrians deftroyed; or, God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church. N Judah God of old was known;

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His name in Ifrael great;

In Salem ftood his holy throne,

And Zion was his feat.

2 Among the praffes of his faints,
His dwelling there he chofe;
There he receiv'd their juft complaints
Against their haughty foes.

From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threatening fpear,
The bow, the arrows, and the fword,
And crufh'd the Affyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms elfe
But mighty hills of prey?

The hill on which Jehovah dwells
Is glorious more than they.

5 'Twas Zion's King that flopp'd the breath
Of captains and their bands:
The men of might flept faft in death,
And never found their hands.

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horfe and chariot fell!
Who knows the terrors of thy rod!
Thy vengeance, who can tell!
What power can ftand before thy fight,
When once thy wrath appears?