5 Thro' thee our horns fhall fcatter all:
Our dire malignant foes;
They underneath our feet fhall fall,
And perish, that oppose:

Our victory, like floods, fhall flow,
And roll a mighty tide;

6 For I'll truft neither fword nor bow,
But in thy name confide.

7 For, lo, thou haft in former days
Preferv'd us from our foes,

And much afham'd them of their ways
Who up against us rofe.

8 In God we boaft from morn to eve,
And ever praise thy name;

In fhades of night thou wilt not leave
Thine hofts expos'd to fhame.

9. And yet thou haft thyfelf conftrain'd
At diftance for a while,

And neutral, as it were, remain'd,
Nor deign'd, as wont, to fmile::
Ah me, the woful fad difgrace!
Thou doft not with us go;
Our armies turn about their face;
Thou deft not feem to know.

10 The mighty fly before their foes,
And this is done by thee;

And they who fpoil us fcorn our woes;
For fo is thy decree.

11 Thou markest us as flaughter-sheep,
And doft thy flock difperfe

Among the heathen wolves to weep;
They foon will make us scarce.

12 Thou haft thy people fold for nought,
No richer by thy gain;:

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For they who have our damage wrought
Deride thy name in vain :

Thou

Thou makeft us a fneer and fcorn
To all our neighbours round;
The high derifion we have borne
Our spirits fore doth wound.

14 Thou makeft us a bye-word vile
Among the village-fwains;

The rulers fhake their heads and fmile,
And taunt in mirthful ftrains.

15 Lo, all the day I bear my fhame;
My blushes cover me,

16 For voice of thofe who do blafpheme,
Bafely reproaching thee.

The enemy, th' avenger, now,
Who claims his day and dies,
Thou for a feafon wilt allow,
And then at once furprise:
17 But we, who are thy people dear,
Along with Chrift our King,

Though this, and tenfold more, we bear
From Satan's cruel fting,

Have not forgot, nor ever shall
To glory in thy name;

Nor from thy covenant to fall,

Shall we be left with fhame:

18 Our hearts are firm, like walls of brass; Nor have our steps declin'd,

As hypocrites, who fly and pass,

Like feathers in the wind:

19 Although thou haft us bruifed fore,
Within the dragon's den,.

And with death's fhadows wrapt us o'er,.
And fill'd with dreary pain.

20 If we've forgot to call thee GoD,

Or to pronounce thee OURS; Or ftretched out our hands abroad To any idol-pow'rs;

12 Shall

21 Shall not Jehovah search this out,

Who knows the secret hearts?
22 Yea, for thy fake we're toss'd about,
And flain by thousand darts:
From earlieft morning of our days,
When firft we draw our breath,
The flaught'rer marks our harmless ways,
As lambs are doom'd to death.

23. Awake, why fleepeft thou, O Lord?
The maffacre 's-begun';

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Arife and fave us from the fword;
Arife and fwiftly run.

O wherefore hideft thou thy face,
And winkeft at our woe?
afflictions wax apace,
And our oppreffions grow.

For our af

25 Our foul is bow'd down to the duft,
We cleare unto the ground:

26 Arife, and vindicate the Juft,
And heal each painful wound:.
Let thy Meffiah quickly come,
To fave us from above,
And take us to thy kingdom home,-
According to thy love.

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PSALM XLV.

THIS divinely glorious Pfalm, parallel in fubject, fpirit, and expreffion, to the Song of Solomon, (whereof indeed it is the key), explained and applied, Heb. i. 8. to the Lord Jefus Chrift, is a clear and decifive proof of the true interpre tation of all its parallels, as recited in the margi nal references; a larger catalogue whereof the reader will find in the illuftration of Pfal. ii.

God

God over all, blefs'd evermore,
The Lord THE SON, the Kings
Let all the heav'nly hofts adore!
Let all the churches fing!
O daughter! fee thy glory come!
O daughter of thy God!

Thy fpoufe, he comes to take thee home
To heav'n, thine own abode!

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I'll fing the Lily of the vale;
I'll fing of Christ the King,
Whofe loves above all loves prevail :
So fhall the fong I fing.

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Y heart's a bubbling fount of joy,
Whence living raptures flow,

When I my choicest skill employ,
And make my tranfports glow...
My tongue's a pen that fwiftly writes,
When I defcribe my King,

And breathe the praife my heart indites,
My foul does foar and ling.

Than'rt fairer than the fons of men;

Into thy lips is pour'd

The love which doth our hearts constrain;

For God hath thee empower'd,.

To be a bleffing evermore,

To blefs the people all;

The people fhall thy pow'r adore,

And low before thee fall.

3. Go, gird thy fword upon thy thigh,
Thou high and mighty Lord,
With glory great and majefly,
Whofe name fhall be ador'd.
In majesty ride profp'rously,
Upon thy word of truth;

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Thy

Thy foes fhall fly, and dead fhall ly,
North, eaft, and weft, and fouth:

The humble alt upon thee call,
And meekly cry for love;
Thy righteoufnefs, and faithfulness,
Shall fave them from above:

Thy right-hand fhall thee teach, O King,
In great and noble feats;

5 Thy fhafts fhall pierce, and downwards bring Each heart that proudly beats.

6 Thy throne, O God, when time's no more, Shall, like thyself, endure;

The fceptre that thou fwayeft o'er
Thy kingdom, 's right and pure.
7 Thou loveft right, and hateft ill,
Therefore thy God, ev'n he,
Anoints thee with his gladd'ning oil,
The LORD OF ALL to be:

Above thy fellows thou art bleft;
Thy foul in God fhall boaft:
Above all measure thou'rt poffeft
Of GOD THE HOLY GHOST.
Thy garments breathe a pleafant smell,
Like fields the Lord hath bleft;
For with thee all the bleffings dwell
Whereof thy God's poffeft:

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Of aloes, myrrh, and caffra,.
And ev'ry spice that flows,
As thou advanceft on thy way,
The wind the fragance blows.

9 Kings daughters fair compofe thy trains
Of honourable dames;

The queen, on thy right-hand who reigns, In gold and glory gleams."