3 The Lord's voice on the waters is Doth thunder, and on multitudes 4 A pow'rful voice it is that comes 5 The voice of the Eternal doth Yea, God the Lord doth cedars break And like to a young unicorn 7 God's voice divides the flames of fire 8 The Lord doth make the wilderness of Kadesh all to quake. 9 God's voice doth make the hinds to calve, it makes the forests bare; And in his temple ev'ry one 10 The Lord sits on the floods: the Lord 11 The Lord will give his people strength, and with peace bless them all.. PSALM XXX. A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of DAVID. In this psalm composed for the dedication of the new palace, which David had built for himself at Jerusalem, 2 Sam. v. 11. or for the dedication of it, after it had been polluted by Absalom, 2 Sam. xvi. He (1) offers thanksgiving to God for the answering of his prayers; the overthrowing of his enemies; and the preserving of his life, ver. 1-3, 11, 12. (2) He calls and chargeth others, to praise the Lord on account of the purity of Lis nature, the short duration of his frowns, and the sweetness of his favours, ver. 4, 5. (3) He remarks, how his carnal security under prosperity had occasioned his sudden fall into divine hidings and frowns, ver. 6, 7. (4) He recollects what supplications he had made to God, in his former distress, ver. 8-10. (5) He triumphs in the kindness of God towards him; and resolves to praise and thank him for evermore on account of it, ver. 11, 12. While I sing, let me with grateful heart remember the Lord's mercies. Let me remember my own follies; and how the Lord corrected me for them. Let me look after my prayers and wait for an answer. And the nearer my end draweth, let my heart and mouth be the more abundantly filled with the high praises of my God, and. my saviour. ORD, I will thee extol, for thou And over me thou to rejoice mad'st not mine enemy. 2 O thou who art the Lord my God, I in distress to thee With loud cries lifted up my voice, 3 O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up, alive thou didst me save. 40 ye that are his holy ones, sing praise unto the Lord: And give unto him thanks when you his holiness record. 5 For but a moment lasts his wrath; 6 In my prosperity I said, that nothing shall me move. 7 O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love. But when that thou, O gracious God, Then quickly was my prosp'rous statė 8 Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I to the Lord did send. 9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it? 10 Hear, Lord, have mercy, help me Lord, Thou turned hast my sadness 11 To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos'd 12 That sing thy praise my glory may, O Lord my God, for evermore PSALM XXXI. To the chief Musician. A Psalm of DAVID. Observe here (1) David's solemn professions of his dependence upon God, and his prayers for support and deliverance, ver. 1-8. (2) His sad complaints of inward grief, bodily weakness, unkindness of friends, unjust censures of enemies, and horror of death; attended with a solemn commitment of himself to God's mercy and care, and earnest supplication for deliverance from enemies ver. 9-18. (3) Amidst admiration of God's kindness to his people, and thanksgiving for favours to himself, he encourageth himself and others firmly to trust in God, ver. 19-24. While I sing let me be deeply affected with my sores, my maladies, and troubles; and cast all my burdens on the Lord. In the assured faith that he is God, even my God, let me admire his gracious thoughts, words and deeds to me-ward; and commit myself wholly to his care and protection. N thee, O Lord, I put my trust, According to thy righteousness, 2 Bow down thine ear to me with speed, To save me my strong rock be thou, 3 Because thou art my rock, and thee Therefore do thou me lead and guide, 4 And sith thou art my strength, therefore 5 Into thine hands I do commit 6 Those that do lying vanities But as for me, my confidence is fixed on the Lord. I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul 8 And thou hast not inclosed me O Lord, upon me mercy have, for trouble is on me: Mine eye, my belly, and my soul, with grief consumed be. 10 Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumed are my bones. 11 I was a scorn to all my foes, and to my friends a fear; 12 And specially reproach'd of those As men are out of mind when dead; 13 For slanders I of many heard, 14 But as for me, O Lord, my trust And I to thee, thou art my God, |