Let Judas ftand upon record,
A beacon here to all
Who, Judas-like, betray their Lord:
Like Judas, too, they fall.
GOD, the God of all my praise,
Hold thou no more thy tongue:
2 For wicked mouths against me raise
Fell accufations ftrong:
The mouths of deep deceit expand
Their wide-devouring jaws,
And compass me; a lying band!
Forefworn against my cause.
3 They compass me about with words.
Of hatred, fraud, and guile;
And fight with tongues and lies, like fwords
And jav'lins, all the while.
4 For my pure love, they are my foes;
But I revile them not:
5 My good they recompenfe with woes; Hatred for love I've got.
6 But I will now denounce his doom,
That other men may
Let Satan's hand upon him come,
And aye be standing near:
7 And, when a pannel he fhall be,
Let him go forth condemn'd;
And let his pray'r be turn'd from thee,
Since mercy he contemn'd.
8 Few be his days, and void his place;
His charge another take:
9 His children, write thou fatherless; His wife a widow make.
10 A vagabond and begging race,
Let all his children be;
And always, to fome defert place
For thirst and hunger flee.
11 Let proud extortioners catch all
That ever he poffefs'd;
And ftrangers on his fubftance fall,
Wherein himself he blefs'd.
12 Let there be none at all to shew
Mercy to him or his ;
And let his orphans foon be few,
Without a taste of blifs.
13 Nay, let his race be quite undone,
And, in the age to come,
Let there be never found a one,
In whom his name fhall bloom.*
14 His father's fin, for evermore
Remember'd with the Lord,
Be added to his mother's fcore,
And ftand upon record:
15 Let them remain, before the Lord,
An everlasting debt,
Until their memory, abhorr'd,
He from the world eject;
16 Because he no remembrance had
Of mercy, when 't was due,
But, adding forrow to the fad,
The broken-hearted flew.
17 As curfing was his chief delight,
Let curfing to him cleave;
As bleffing was his scorn and spite,
No bleffing let him have:
18 As he with curfing, full-array'd,
Hath wrapt himself around,
With curfing let him ftill be clad;
Let curling him confound:
Let it into his bowels go,
Like water, in a flood;
And fink, like oil, his bones into,
And mingle with his blood
19 Let curfing be his daily wear,
A garment never caft,
And like his girdle, ever near,
Surround him firm and faft.
20 Let this be found their wages due,
And paid them by the Lord,
Who dare my guiltlefs foul purfue
With deathful-aiming fword.
21 But, O my Lord, my God, do thought
In mercy plead my plea
For thy name's fake, I fuffer now;
Let thy name fet me free:
22 For I am weak, and fore afraid,
Amazed with my fmart;
I'm with thy terrors all-array'd:
I'm wounded in my heart.
23 I'm gone like a declining fhade,
That finks away apace,
Till from the world, in darkness laid,
The fun withdraw his rays:
I'm like a feeble locuft toft,
And ftraggling in the wind,
When, all her pow'rs of motion loft,
She's left alone behind.
24 My knees with often-fafting fail;`
My heart, my heart is torn:
25 My brethren me with contempt hail, And shake their heads with fcorn.
26 Help me, O Lord my God, and save Me, in thy tender läve,
27 That they may know, that this I have, Since I thy laws approve.
28 Let them me curfe, but blefs thou, Lord; And, when they fhall arife,
Let them ashamed flee thy fword,
That I may then rejoice.
29 Let all my foes be cloth'd with fhame;
And let confusion fill
Their heart and face, and cover them,
As with a mantle, still.
30 Then I will greatly praife the Lord,
And with my mouth I will
His praise among my faints record
With all my pow'r and fkill.
The Lord fhall ftand at my right-hand,
To fave my foul alive,
When all my foes, amid my woes,
Sbal death for me contrive.
Let Zion now rejoice and fing,
And hail the Lord of might,
Who all her foes fhall forward bring,
And flay them from his fight!
As you think of Chrift, fo you will think of this Pfalm. It is entitled, A Palm of David: and the Lord is witnefs, that it was David in Spirit that spake it, not of himself, but of his Lord and Son. See margin.
Thus fang King David, in his day,
Who led the fong of Zion's hoft,
Of Prince Meffiah and his way,
Infpired by the Holy Ghost.
THE Lord unto my Lord hath faid,
Arife, afcend, and reign with me,
On my right-hand, till I have made
Thy foes a footftool, Lord, for thee.
2 The Lord fhall fend thy fceptred strength,
Thy rod of everlafting pow'r,
Which fhall fubdue the earth at length,
From Zion, at th' appointed hour:
The joyful tidings of thy reign
Shall fpread abroad from land to land,
Until thy grace and truth constrain
The world to bow, and kifs the hand:
Rule thou in midft of all thy foes
And rule thou evermore by me;
My wifdom ftill before thee goes!!
To gain thy kingdom, Lord, to thee.
3 Thy people fhall be willing all,
When they thall hear thy joyful found,
And inftantly obey thy call,
And-flock about thy ftandards round:
The pow'r and wisdom of thy day
Shall be the glory of thy reign,
When thou thy banner fhalt display,
Thy fubjects by thy word to train:
In beauty of thy holiness,
Thy children fhall around thee fhine;
Thy righteoufnefs their royal drefs;
Thy peace their glory all divine:
Their number as the fparkling dew,
Befpangling all the flow'ry fields,
Whose peerless radiations fhew
The luftre which thy morning yields :
They fhine the glory of thy youth,
Diffus'd o'er all the earth abroad;
Born of the womb of grace and truth,
Begotten by thy word, O God!"
The Lord himself an oath hath fwore,
And never will the fame recal,'
Thou art, MY SON, for evermore
A prieft, when Aaron's line fhall fall:
Of th' order of Melchifedec,
My King of Righteoufefs and Peace;
Thee, with thine off'ring, I'll refpect
Fhy facrifice fhall gain my grace.
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