8 Against us, O remember not
The fin done long ago;
Let love prevent us on the spot,
For we're brought very low.
9 O God of our falvation, thou,
For glory of thy name,
Deliver us, and purge us now
From all our fin and fhame.

10 Why should the proud infulters fay,
Where is their God now gone?
Is he for ever gone away?

Or had they never one?

Let him be known, the God of Hofts,
'Mong heathen in our fight,
By vengeance dire in all their coafts,
Who thed our blood with fpite.
11 O let the pris'ners fighs afcend
Before the Lord on high:
According to thy pow'r, defend
Those who are doom'd to die.

12 And to our neighbours, fevenfold,
Into their bofom, Lord,

Their vile reproaches lewd, and bold
'Gainst thee, be now reftor'd.

13 So we, thy people, and the sheep
Within thy pasture fed,
Shall everlasting jub'lees keep,
In our Meffiah glad.

THIS most beautiful, allegorical Pfalm, the spi rit and meaning whereof are more obvious than any thing that could be advanced for their illuftration, is evidently, by the Holy Ghoft, its author, put into the heart and mouth of the one, true, and

faithful

faithful church of Chrift, to the praise of her God, her Shepherd, Hufbandman, and King.

Almighty Father, Shepherd, King,
Who reigneft in thy love divine,
To make our hearts for ever fing,
Behold and vifit fill thy vine!
Thine hand upon THE SON OF MAN,

THE BRANCH, which thou haft made our

Strength,

In perfon perfect, ev'ry one,

O make us, Lord, like him at length!

Ifra'l's Shepherd, lend thine ear,
Who leadeft Jofeph like a flock;
Thine own diftreffed people hear,
And break the tyrant's cruel yoke:
Shine glorious from thy dwelling-place,
Forth from thy cherubim of pow'r;
And let thy prefence fiercely chafe
The wolves away that us devour...
2 Arife, and fight before our van,,
O Lord, and all our flayers flay:
Ephraim, Manaffeh, Benjamin,
Shall then revive, and lead the way.
30 turn again, turn us again,

And caufe thy face, O God, to fhine; And fave us from the fhame and pain Which make thy tribes to mourn and pine. 4 O Lord, thou God of armies, howHow long wilt thou be angry, thus, Againft our pray'rs and make us bow Our necks to thofe who tread on us?

5 Our bread thou leaven'ft with our tears,

And with our tears thou mak'ft us drunk:

Our foes against us roar like bears,

And gambol round when we are funk!

7 Turn us again, O God of Hofts,

And caufe thy face on us to shine;
That peace may dwell in all our coafts,
And that our fun may ne'er decline.
8 Thou haft a vine from Egypt brought,
And rooted all the heathen out,
To plant it on the promis'd lot,
And guard and fence it round about.
Thou haft prepar'd a fair and large,
And pleasant place, for it to grow,
That far and wide around might verge
Its branch above, its root below.
ro It fill'd the land on ev'ry fide;

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The hills were cover'd with its fhade:
Its boughs outvy'd, in lofty pride,
The goodly cedars God hath made.

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11 She fent her boughs beyond the fea,
Her branches to the river's end-
12 Why haft thou torn her hedge away,
And made her glory to defcend?
The ruffian bands, that pass the way,
Do pluck and tear her honours down:
Her bloffoms wither and decay;

Her fruit and beauty both are flown!
13 The foaming boar, out of the wood,
Doth ftamp and lay thy vineyard waste!
See, how it lies expos'd, and trod
By ev'ry wild devouring beaft!

14 Return, return, O mighty God,

Look down from heav'n; behold and fee,
And vifit this thy vine, down trod
By ev'ry foe to it and thee.

15 The vineyard thy right-hand did plant,
Thy ftrengthen'd Branch, thy fceptral Rod
How raging flames do o'er them flaunt!
They perith, fmitten by their God!

They

They fall indeed before the fire,

And feem to perish in the flame;
But thou wilt make the flame retire,
And from their ashes raise their fame.

16 O let thy hand be still upon

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The Man of thy right-hand, O God;' The SON OF MAN, the chofen One, Thy ftrengthen'd BRANCH, thy fceptral Rod!

So will we not go back from thee,

Nor turn from thee, O Lord, at all;
When we, with him, fhall quicken'd be,
Then we by him on thee will call.

18 Turn us again, Lord God of Hosts,
And cause thy face on us to fhine;
That light and life, in all our coafts,
May ever reign by love divine.

FULL of praise and divine expoftulation with the fons of men--the meaning obvious.

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The Shadows all for ever o'er,

Believing Greek, believing Jew,

O praife the Lord for evermore!

O praife the Lord with spirit new!—
Behold the humanized heart,

That fed the fympathifing tear
Of Jefus when the tender part
He acted o'er the city dear *!

SING, fing aloud to God our Strength;
Sing Pfalms of joy to Jacob's God;

2 Take up the fong, and found at length
The fwelling notes of praise abroad.

* Luke xix. 41. And, when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it.

3 The figns fhall in the fubftance fink;
The fhadows foon fhall fly away:
When we the promis'd new-wine drink,
We'll fing to God a newer lay.

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Blow

But hand me, now, the timbrel here,
The pleasant harp, the cymbal sweet;
up the New moon trumpets there:
Let all be gladness when we meet.
obferve our ftatutes now;
Let Ifra'l joy in Ifra'l's law;
Let Zion's daughters pay their vow,
And nigh to God let Judah draw.

Let us

5 This, he in Jofeph did ordain,

For a memorial firm and fure, When, marching through th' Egyptian plain, He faw the ills they did endure. I heard their lewd barbarian tongues; Their fpeech I did not understand, When I avenged Ifra'l's wrongs,

And brought him from the curfed land.

I mov'd his fhoulder from the yoke; His hands I loofed from the pot; His proud oppreffors there I broke, And dafh'd, like potfherds, on the spot. 7 Oppreffed, thou didst call on me, And I deliver'd thee anon;

In fecret I did answer thee:

Oh, hadst thou heard my voice alone— When thunders roll'd above thine head, And lightnings flash'd before thine, eyes! When I of thee a trial made,

Where, Meribah, thy ftreams arife!
8 O thou, my people, give an ear;
Lo, I will teftify to thee,

To thee, O Ifra'l, if thou'lt hear,
And wifely hearken unto me.