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171 My lips fhall utter all thy praise,nem

When thou haft taught me all thy ways; 172 Thy words alone fhall fill my mouth;

For all thy words are perfect truth...
173 let thine hand give help to me,
For I have always elung by thee
I've long'd for thy falvation,, Lord,
And always clave unto thy word.

174

175 Let my foul live, to give thee praifes:
And keep thy judgments all my days:
For ever and for evermore,

The Lord, my Shepherd, I'll adore.
176 I've feen thy people all aftray,
Wand'ring in defert pathlefs way;
But I have all their paths explor'd,
To bring them back to thee, O Lord:
I've left the righteous ninety-nine,
Thine angels, who in glory fhine,
Elect, confirm'd, around thy throne;
And all in queft of finners gone:
I've trac'd their wand'rings foot by foot,
I bear their name, I bear their blet;
I am a Man! behold thou me!
For all their fins l'll anfwer thee:

I am thy Servant, fearch my caufe,
And judge me, Lord, by all thy laws :
I come to glorify thy name;

Lord, wipe away my fin and fhame
The fin and fhame thou laidst on me,
Altho' from both my foul is free;
Behold, I bear the fins of men,
To bring them to thy fold again.

For men, thy law I magnify;
For men I live, for men I die;
For men I rife, afcend, and reign,
Till all things are refior'd again:
Hh 2

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Let men receive the joyful found,
And fill the world with joy around-
My Lord, my God, thy work is done!
My Father, glorify thy Son.

PSALM CXX.

THIS Pfalm, with the following fourteen, is entitled A Song of degrees, and is, like all of them, eminently picturefque, and defcriptive of the gradual progrefs and advancement of the Lord Jefus Chrift, the Prince of Peace, the Captain of Salvation, going forwards, by the due degrees appoint. ed of the Father, to the heavenly kingdom and glory. Parallel to Pfal. cxviii, &c.

The Lord of Life, the Prince of Peace,
Among his bitter foes fojourns-
How fad, bow defp'rate is the cafe
Of him who at the Saviour Spurns!

IN my diftrefs I rais'd my cry,

When low before the Lord I lay;
He heard me from his place on high,
And quickly did his love difplay:
2 O Lord, deliver thou my foul

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From lying lips and guileful tongue,
When floods of malice rife and roll
Against me, with a tide fo ftrong!

O thou deceitful, deadly tongue,
What fhall be added unto thee?
What portion fhall to thee belong,
Thy due reward for fmiting me?
4 Behold, I will denounce thy doom;
Sharp arrows fhall thee cut in twain;
Fierce fiery flames fhall thee confume,
And fill thee with eternal pain.

5 Wo, wo is me, that I fojourn

With Mefech's wicked fons fo long;
And in the tents of Kedar mourn,
Among fo lewd a Belial throng!
My foul hath ever loved peace,

My tongue hath ever fpoken truth;
But, ah! the base degen'rate race

Have gnafh'd at me with venom'd tooth. 7 Thus, thus they ufe the Prince of Peace, And always are for battle keen; When I proclaim my Father's grace, They hear my words with rage and spleen. What mighty matter, then, if ye

Who are my fons and fervants all,

In fpiteful ways, reproached be,

Your Lord when Beelzebub they call!

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SPOKEN partly by, and partly of, the Prince Meffiah, the Shepherd of Ifrael; whofe ftate and fafety, in connection with his followers, by the way of dialogue and chorus, are here declared and defcribed.-Parallel to Pfalm xvi. xci. &c.

Our Shepherd, Father, Lord, and God,
Our Guide and Guardian evermore,
Shall lead us to his own abode;

For Chrift our Captain goes before

SHALL I to mountains lift mine eyes,

For armed hofts with fword and fpear? From whence fhould aid to me arise,

When dangers prefs me front and rear?
From whence, but from the Lord of Hofts,
Who made the heav'ns and earth abroad,
In whom my Spirit boldly boafts,

Who is my everlasting God?
Hh 3

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3 And, Boaft thou may'ft,' I hear him fay,
Thy God fhall never fhame thy foul;
When hell fhall all her batt'ries play,
Thou shalt the rage of hell controul.
He will not fuffer thee to flide,
Nor ler thy foot be mov'd away-
He is Jehovah who's thy guide,
Who flumbers not by night nor day.

4 Behold, he that keeps Ifrael,

He flumbers not, nor fleeps at all; 5 Jehovah guides and guards thee well, On thy right-hand a brazen wall. 6 His fhadow hides thee from the heat, When fultry fun-beams fiercely play, And veh❜mently reverberate,

With burning peftilential ray;

The moon fhall never fmite thy head;
Nor touch thee a malignant flar;
Nor evil influence on thee fhed,

The elements that round thee war:
7 Thus, fafe by night, and fafe by day,
Jehovah keeps thee from all ill;
He keeps thy foul in all thy way,
Until thou reach his holy hill:

8 From henceforth, and for evermore,
Thy goings out and in he'll keep-
The wolves may howl, the lions roar;
God keeps the Shepherd and the sheep.

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O, glory, glory, glory found,
Jerufalem, unto thy God!

Let heav'n and earth thy fang rebound!
For grace and peace are thine abode.

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Y heart within me danc'd and fprang
And lightly bounded like a roe,
When chorifters around me fang,
Lo, to the houfe of God we'll go.
2 Jerufalem, within thy domes

Our feet fhall fhortly standing be;
Behold, the Lord of glory comes,
With all his hofts, to enter thee:

3 Jerufalem a city ftands,

Compactly built of living ftone;
Yea, built by God's eternal hands,
The everlafting Rock upon:
4 Lo, thither go the chofen tribes,
The God of glory on their van;
His glory all the host imbibes,

And spreads his praise from man to man.

They fing his praises, ever new,

With heav'nly fymphony folemn,
The praise to Ifra'l's Fountain due,
In midft of thee, Jerufalem :

5 Lo, there the thrones of judgment set,
Meffah with his princes all!
Upon his nod the nations wait,
Lowly before his feet to fall.-

6 Pray, that Jerufalem may fhine,
With peace and fair prosperity :
God bless them all with peace divine,
Who wish to fee thee tow'ring high!
7 Peace be within thy walls! I'll fay;
And profp'rous be thy palaces!
Let truth, like fun-beams, on thee play,
Thy God, thy glory, and thy grace!

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