Thine own EMMANUEL praise fhall give My joy fhall fill the diftant lands. 5 My foul fhall fatisfied be,

As with the most delicious things; My mouth fhall praifes give to thee, Whilft all for joy my spirit fprings. 6 When I remember on my bed,

And meditate the live-long night,
I fay, the Lord his wings will fpread,
And guard me from the faulcon's flight:
7 My flight'ring foul thee follows hard,
Like pigeon flying to her cliff;
Where thou wilt give me my reward
Of joy and everlafting life.

8 But those who feek my foul to kill,
Shall go into the lower parts;
Commiffion'd fwords their blood fhall fpill;
Young foxes fhall devour their hearts.
9 But I, thy Chrift, thy King, abroad,
O God, fhall loudly found my joys
And those who fwear by me to God,
Shall joy; but liars death deftroys.

PSALM

LXIV.

SIMILAR to the laft. See the margin.

The fons of Belial deeply plot,

Againft the Lord of Glory fet,

His name and memory to blot

From under heav'n: the council's met!
They fearch, and fearch in vain, for crimes,
To colour d'er their cruel fpite-

But God fall rife on them betimes,
And fuddenly their fouls fall fmite.

I

GOD, my fpirit wings her way, Purfu'd by cruel birds of prey; She flies to thee, and, panting, cries, To fave her now, or elfe the dies. 2 O fcreen me from the fudden ftoop Of those who fiercely at me fwoop; My motions all they mark and watch, And stretch their claws my foul to catch : 3 O cruel men! their tongues are fwords, Their arrows all malicious words;

They whet their. fword, they bend their bow,
Thine Holy One to overthrow.

4 They fhoot in fecret at the Juft,

And make the perfect man their aim,
That they may lay him in the duft;
And fuddenly their plots they frame:
5 With fearless boaftings they applaud
Their own exploits of horrid guile;
And then project new fcenes of fraud,
And fay, Who fees us all the while?
6 Pretending confcience and the laws,

That beft of characters may bleed;
They fearch and fift for crimes and flaws,
To colour o'er th' atrocious deed.

7 But God, who fpies their deepeft thought,
Soon with an arrow wounds their heart;
8 By their own tongue themfelves are shot;
All thofe who fee them quick depart.
9 All men fhall fear and flee apace,

And fhall declare the work of God, When they fhall fee the ferpent's race Destroy'd in all the world abroad.

10 Then fhall the King of Righteousness, Rejoicing in the Lord, be glad;

And

And all th' upright in heart shall bless
Their God, who rais'd and crown'd their
Head.

PSALM LXV.

SEE the general preface and the marginal references; which, if wifely confidered, will fully juftify the fubfequent paraphrafe of this Pfalm, which is evidently of the fame fpirit, meaning, and expreffion, as the 55th chapter of Isaiah, from ver. 10. to the end, with all the other paffages in the Scriptures, where the Holy Ghost, poured out from on high in the everlafting gofpel, is reprefented by the figures of rain, dew, floods, rivers, and ftreams in the defert, and his effects as the renewing of the year, by all the kindly influences of the fpring, fummer, and harvest upon the earth. The fpeaker in the Pfalm is the Lord, the Son of the Father, manifest in the flesh, God over all, and blessed for ever;-whom the Father chose, and caused to approach unto himself, making his elect Servant, in whom his foul delighteth, the Shepherd, the Fore-runner of the whole flock: fee the 4th verfe, Bleffed is the man whom thou chufeft, and caufeft to approach unto thee, that he ⚫ may dwell in thy courts'-compared with its parallel and interpreter, Jer. xxx. 21. Their GOVERNOR fhall proceed from the midst of them, and I will caufe HIM to draw near; and HE fhall APPROACH unto me: for who is this that engaged his heart to approach unto me? faith the Lord. And ye fhall be my people, and I will be your God.'

i

Bearing our fins and all our plaints,
To pave the way for all his faints,*,
Meffiah comes to pay his vow,
And meekly to Jehovah bow:

Approaching

JE

Approaching in our room and flead,
Accepted, blefs'd, (let us be glad!)
He pours whole floods of glory down,
TH' ACCEPTED YEAR with grace to crown!
EHOVAH On Mount Zion reigns;
I'll celebrate in grateful ftrains
His ancient everlafting love,
Which thall to everlafting prove:
For, lo, the vow I vow to thee,
Shall be performed, Lord, by me;
I come to do my Father's will,
And with my blood afcend thy hill.
20 thou who heareft pray'r, by me
All living flefh fhall come to thee;
And fhall for ever ftand or fall,
As they refuse or hear thy call.
3. Iniquities, I must allow,

With heaviness opprefs me now;
For thou haft laid this load on me,
That I might all thine elect free:
But thou from all thefe fins of mine,
According to thy love divine,
Shalt wath me pure in my own blood,
And wash thy faints in that fame flood.
4 Thy faints fhall fing the bleffed Man,
Whom thou doft chufe to lead their van,
And introduce them, Lord, to thee,
That we may ever with thee be:

5

Within thy courts we aye fhall dwell,
And feaft upon thy goodness well;
The glory of thy holy hill,
And temple, ev'ry foul fhall fill.
With things most terrible and bold,
Thy righteoufnefs thou wilt unfold,
In answer to our pray'rs and cries,
And all thy foes with fear furprife:

In

In fackcloth black the fun fhall mourn,
And red like blood the moon fhall turn;
The fhaken ftars from heav'n fhall fall,
When th' earth to judgment thou shalt call.
O God, of our falvation God,

The hope of all the lands abroad,
And thofe afar off on the fea,
Shall place their confidence in thee.

6 Thou by thy ftrength haft fix'd the hills,
And rent the rocks to lead the rills;
The mountains, balanc'd by thy skill,
Are rear'd the children of thy will.
7 The boift'rous raging of the fea,
With bluft ring waves, are ftill'd by thee;
And when the fwelling tumult grows
Of men, more fierce, thou'lt it compofé.
8 The glorious enfigns of thy face
Alarm the world's remoteft space;
The brightness of thy glory fhines
Where day arises and declines:
The morning and the ev'ning rays
Rejoice and celebrate thy praise;
The dawning of the orient light
Takes up the fong, and fings till night:
The night blows up her heav'nly fires,
The moon majestic leads her choirs,
Fix'd ftars and planets, as they roll,
Refound thy praife from pole to pole.
The earth thou vifiteft, and, lo,
Thou makeft ftreams of water flow,
Which make the herbs and grass to spring,
That heart of man and beast may fing:

God's river great and glorious goes,
Which full of water overflows,
And spreads her riches far and wide,
To glad the lands on ev'ry fide: