His glory is above the clouds;
35 O God, how terrible art thou!
In heav'n thou ruleft o'er the gods;
The angels to thy fceptre bow:
O Ifra'l's God and Saviour,

Thou giveft to thy people might;

I

Blefs'd be our God, our ftrength, our pow'r,
Our joy, our praise, our life, our light!

PSALM LXIX.

THIS, like the xxii. xxxv. and xl. is one of the principal Key-pfalms (if I may use the expreffion) to the whole book. See the general preface, and the marginal references, which, to fave tranfcribing, I purposely omit.-I would only here once for all obferve, that there is not one objection that has been, or can poffibly be brought against this method of interpreting the Pfalms, and applying them to Chrift, but what is undeniably contained in this Pfalm; which, being all fpoken in one perfon, and that perfon by the Holy Ghost declared to be Chrift, is an infallible proof, that to load this interpretation with objections, is to load the Holy Ghost with lies.-But to follow out this matter, would be to write a large book.-Let the reader, who defires fatisfaction, only compare the citations in the New Teftament from this Pfalm, as any margin will direct him; and, without being willingly ignorant, he cannot fail to perceive the blafphemy of fuppofing David to be the hiftorian of his own experiences therein, together with the blafphemous confequences following thereupon: from which may the good Lord deliver us! Amen. See Rom. xv. 3, &c.

Lo, finking in the miry clay,
The depth of waters overflow'd
The Lord of glory in his day,
When reconciling us to God:

The

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The zeal he bore his Father's house,
Confum'd and prey'd upon his foul:
That he might bear the curfe from us,
Himfelf did undergo the whole.

AVE me, for, lo, the floods, O God,
My foul have fill'd and overflow'd.

2 I fink into the miry deep,

And can no more my ftanding keep:
The billows roll me to and fro,
While o'er my foul the waters flow.
3 I'm weary of my fighs and moans,
My throat is dry'd with cries and groans.

My longing eyes grow dim, and fail,
While for my God I wait and wail.
4 They who me hate without a caufe,
Allow my foul no reft nor paufe;
And more in number than the hair
That grows upon my head they are;
Moreover, those who would undo
My foul, are ftrong and mighty too:

Against me, la, how they combine,
For no offence nor fin of mine;
For thou haft laid this load on me,
That I might all thy people free:
Then I reftor'd thy broken law,
Which ne'er by me receiv'd a flaw:
5 For, Lord, thou know'ft my foolishness,
And all my fins which do me prefs:

My debts they are, yet ne'er by me
Contracted were, thou, Lord, doft fee;
But I discharge them ev'ry one,
That God may praise the work I've done.
60 let not those afhamed be

On my account, who wait on thee,
Lord God of Hofts! nor let them fall,
For my fake, who on thee do call.

7 Becaufe,

7 Because, O Lord, for fake of thee,
Reproach has been endur'd by me;: 10
My face is cover'd o'er with shame, 11 ..!
For love I bear to thy dear name,15-0
8 Because I do my Father's will,
My brethren with my blood to fpill, 15
My mother's children call me mad,
Because my heart in God is glad.
9 For, Lord, the zeal of thy dear houfe,
Where I perform my facred vows,
Diffolves my heart, and burns like fire;
I'm quite confum'd with strong defire!
Lo, ev'ry fcoff and base reproach
Of thofe who on thy name encroach,
Are fall'n upon my willing head,
While boldly for my God I plead.
10 When ftreaming tears did from me flow,
And when my chaften'd foul did go
Mourning and fafting for thy name,
Ev'n that was turned to my fhame...?

11 When I went forth in fackcloth clad,
My garment my reproach was made;
I was a proverb to the vile,

See! fee! fay they, and leer and fmile.
12 The elders too, array'd in white,
Who should in innocence delight, b
Spu'd out their malice in the gate,
From feats of judgment where they fat:
Then all the black-guard of the street,
With foul infulting language greet,
As harmlessly I país along;

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I am the drunkard's daily fong. 13 But as for me, my pray'r, O Lord, Is unto thee, who wilt afford, According to thy love and pow'r, Thine anfwer, in th' appointed hour: S Accord

According to the multitude

Of thy fweet mercies to me vow'd,
In truth of thy falvation, now,
O God, unto me downwards bow;
14 Deliver me out of the mire,

Nor let mé fink, Lord, I defire:
O draw me from my cruel foes,
And this deep flood which o'er me flows.
15 Let not the water-floods devour,
Nor let th' absorbing deep have pow'r
To fwallow up alive my foul;
Left hell for ever o'er me roll.
16 Hear me, O Lord; for, lo, thy love
And kindness shall eternal prove:
Turn thou to me, according to

Thy love, and all thy mercies fhow.

17 O hide not thou thy face from me,
For thou mine agony doft fee:
My foul finks under my diftrefs;
O fave me foon in righteoufnefs.
18 Draw nigh unto my foul, O God,
Redeem me from this heavy load;
Deliver me because of thofe

Mine enemies, who caufe my woes.

19 Thou knoweft my reproach and shame,
And my difhonour for thy name;
And, lo, behold mine enemies,
O Lord, are all before thine eyes.
20 Reproach, like to a pointed dart,
Hath run me through, and broke my heart;
I'm full of heavinefs and pain,
Ten thoufand forrows o'er me reign:

I look'd around me full of grief,
For fome kind pity and relief;
But there was none of all around
To comfort me who could be found.
21 Yea,

21 Yea, when I hung upon my crofs,
Their cruel infults were fo grofs,
That for my food they gave me gall
And vinegar to drink withal.

22 For which their table is a fnare,

And that which fhould have been their fare,
Is grown a trap, themfelves to catch,
Who for my ftumbling lay in watch :
Their temple, which was all the boast
Of prieft and people, shall be loft,
With ev'ry facrifice and pray'r,
Which th' unbelievers offer'd there;
Because the temple they deftroy'd,
Which their Meffiah had employ'd
In off'ring up the facrifice

Of his own blood before their eyes.
23 But, having eyes, they did not fee;
And, therefore, darken'd let them be:
Lord, make their loins with terror fhake,
Because they flew me for thy fake.
24 Pour out thine indignation fierce,
On thofe, O God, who did me pierce;
And let thy wrathful anger seize,
With fpiteful mockings who did teafe.
25 And let the place wherein they dwell,
Their nation which they love fo well,
Be defolate for evermore,

A ruin'd wafte where dragons roar.

26 For they have per cuted me,

When I was fmitten, Lord, by thee;
And they infult, in fcoffing ftrains,

Thofe thou haft fill'd with wounding pains. 27 Add thouf iniquity unto

Their first iniquity, who do

Advance from ftep to ftep in guilt,
Nor halt till righteous blood be fpilt:
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