2 Then should my heavy judgments fall
On all that them oppose,
And my avenging hand be turn'd
Against their num'rous foes.

3 Their enemies and mine should all
Before my footstool bend;
But as for them, their happy state
Should never know an end.

PSALM LXXXII.

FIRST VERSION.

A Word to Iagistrates.

C. M.

1 GOD in the great assembly stands, Where is impartial eye

In state surveys the earthly gods,
And does their judgments try.

2 How dare ye then unjustly judge,
Or be to sinners kind?

Defend the orphans and the poor;
Let such your justice find.

3 Protect the humble, helpless man,
Reduc'd to deep distress;

And let him not become a prey
To such as would oppress.

4 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord,
Throughout the earth display;
And all the nations of the world
Shall own thy sov'reign sway.

PSALM LXXXII.

SECOND VERSION.

L. M.

God the Supreme Governor; or, Magistrates
warned.

1 AMONG th' assemblies of the great,
A greater Ruler takes his seat;

The God of heav'n, as Judge, surveys
Those gods on earth, and all their ways.

2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
When will ye once defend the poor,
That sinners vex the saints 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 shall fall and die like men.

4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne;
And rule the nations with his rod !
He is our Judge, and he our God.

PSALM LXXXIII.

C. M.

A charitable Prayer for the Ungodly.

1 BEHOLD thy foes, O Lord, and see
How they do rage and cry;

And those that bear a hate to thee,
Hold up their heads on high.

2 Lord, bring them all, we thee desire,
To such rebuke and shame,

That it may cause them to inquire,

And learn to seek thy name,

3 That they may know, and understand,

Thou art the God Most High;
Who rulest with thy mighty hand
The nations far and nigh.

PSALM LXXXIV.

C. M.

FIRST VERSION.-PART FIRST.

Delight in God's House and Worship.

1 GOD of Hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,
Where thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy bless'd abode :
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee the living God.

3 O Lord of Hosts, my King and God,
How highly bless'd are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead.

5 They shall proceed from strength to
strength,

And still approach more near;
Till all on Sion's holy mount,
Before their God appear.

PSALM LXXXIV.

C. M.

FIRST VERSION.-PART SECOND.

1 WITHIN thy courts, O Lord, one day Is better to abide,

Than other where to keep or stay
A thousand days beside.

2 Much rather had I keep a door
Within the house of God,
Than in the tents of wickedness
To settle my abode.

3 For God the Lord, light and defence,
Will grace and glory give;

And no good thing will he withhold
From them that purely live.

4 O Lord of hosts, that man is bless'd,
Yea, happy sure is he,
That is persuaded in his breast
To trust all times in thee.

PSALM LXXXIV.

SECOND VERSION.

P.M.

Delight in the Service of God.

1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are;
To thine abode

My heart aspires
With warm desires

To see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise thee still,

And happy they

That love the way
Sion's hill,