THE illuftration the fame as the laft. Confult the parallels, especially thofe referred to in the last verfe of this Pfalm.

According to the perfect laws
That guard the heav'nly road,
The perfect juftice of his caufe,
Meffiah pleads with God:
If he fhall ftand, his foes muft fall
And fall they must to hell;
For he, deliver'd from them all,
With God in heav'n fhall dwell.

JEHOVA

EHOVAH, hear my just request,
Attend unto my cries;

And, to relieve me, come in haste :
My fpirit to thee flies.

My plea is not a feigned one;
My heart abhors deceit :

Give judgment for me, Lord, anon,
I earnestly entreat.

Thine eyes have feen my perfect way;
Mine heart thou must approve;
For thou haft fearch'd me night and day,
And nothing found but love:

Nor fhalt thou ever find in mé
The ways of guile and fraud;
Nor in thy Darling ever fee

But what thou shalt applaud.

When I behold the ways of men,
I fee them all awry;

But all my paths are straight and plain,
Jehovah, in thine eye :

For

For I determin'd in mine heart,
I never should recede;

Nor from thy law a hair-breadth part,
In thought, or word, or deed.

5 Uphold me, Lord, uphold my way;
For I uphold thy caufe:

I hate their paths who go aftray,
Who trample on thy laws.
6 I have unbofom'd all my heart,
And pour'd it into thine;
Thy tender mercy, Lord, impart :
Thy tender mercy's mine!

7 Thy loving-kindness, marvellous,
heart admires !

Ó how

my

So high! fo free! fo glorious!
What raptures IT infpires!

8 In fhadow of thy wings, fo bland!
While I fecurely lie,

Mine enemies aloof fhall ftand,
And pine away, and die:

9 Thus, too, my wife adherents fhall.
Their boldeft foe defie,

By thee, my God, preferved all,
As th' apple of thine eye;
10 But those who have oppreffed us,
Whofe god is only food,

Shall under-lie thy heavy curfe,
Full-gorg'd with their own blood.

Their horns how proudly have they push'd! How bellow'd with their tongues!How they, with fanguine wishes flush'd, Are darted through the lungs ! 11 How madly compass'd they our way, And fet their eyes for blood,

12 Like rav'ning lions, for their prey, Clofe-lurking through the wood!

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13 But

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But God arofe, and refcu'd me,

With all my faithful train;

From his own fword he fet me free:

His fword is bloody men.

14 From men, thy hand, O Lord, from men For ever keep me free,

Men of this world, who fill their den
With all they get from thee;

Whose only portion is their lives,
Whose pleasure is their race;
But they must leave their widow'd wives,
And to their babes give place.

15 But as for me, when I awake,
And from the grave arife,
With all thine elect, for my fake,
I'll foar beyond the skies:

I'll wing my way unto thy throne,
And by thee take my place
Thy juftice, Lord, fhall fet thy Son
In brightness of thy face:
And all thine elect, for my fake,
Shall reign along with me,

And on my throne their places take,
Triumphing, Lord, in thee.

THIS remarkable Pfalm, which is, every fyllable, fpoken by one perfon, ftands forth in a memorable manner, and in the first line of a multitude of others, rescued from the mercy of all the commentators, (who, like the unbelieving Jews of old, feldom allow free fpeech, even to the Holy Ghoft, concerning the patriarch David); as the honeft and free-hearted reader will be convinced by confulting the apoftolic intepretation thereof, (and furely that is genuine), which applies it abfolutely

folutely as fpoken by the Rock of Ifrael, even by David's Lord himself; in whom every article of it is fulfilled; as the promife of Abraham's being the heir of the world was fulfilled no more in the perfon even of Ifaac, than it was in that of Hhmael, but only in Chrift, the one feed, in whom all the nations are bleffed, and all the promises yea and amen: For this caufe I will confefs to thee among the nations,' &c. Pfalm xviii. 49. Rom. xv. 8-13.

Behold the fong that David fang,

From Saul, and all his fies, made free-
Meffiah's praifes fill'd his tongue,
When he Meffiah's day did fee:
For David's wars, and battles won,
Were only prefent figns, from God,
Of David's Lord, and David's Sony
Upon the faints of old bestow'd.

I'LL found the vict'ry now at length,
The vict'ry of eternal love;

2 I'll fing Jehovah: he's my Strength,
My Rock that never fhall remove:
The fea may rage, the waves may roar;
But he's my Bulwark in the sea:
They may infult, and flow me o'er;
But they can do no more to me.
The pow'rs combin'd, of earth and hell,
Arofe against me like a flood;
My Saviour's ftrength did theirs excel;
Jehovah then my fortreis stood :
He is my God, my Mountain high,
More firm than th' everlafting hills:
In him I hope, to him I fly,

I

And he my whole defire fulfils.

was befet upon the field

By thousands of furrounding foes;

I cry'd, My God, be thou my fhield; Defend me from their deadly blows." He bore upon them in his ire,

And made them from his horns to fly; He fpurn'd and trod them in the mire, And left them in their blood to lie.

3 I'll fing, in elevated firains,

The Lord who elevated me:
I'll invocate my God, who deigns

From all my foes to fet me free:
I'll praise the Lord with all my pow'r;
I love the Lord with all my. heart:
The Lord's my Buckler, my High-tow'r;
The Lord is always on my part.

;

4 The cords of death begirt me round,
The floods of Belial round me roar'd
The bands of death my foul had bound,
The horns of hell my fides had gor'd;
6. I lifted up my voice to God,

5

My anguifh made my heart to roar;
He heard me from his high abode;

He ftamp'd-and bade me mourn no more.

7 Then, lo, the earth in pangs was found; The folia hills began to fhake;

The mountains from their bases bound;
All Nature's frame was made to quakes
Because the Lord, in flaming wrath,.
Had iffu'd forth an awful oath,
That he would give their fouls to death,
Against my foul who had been wroth.
8 Columns of smoke his noftrils threw,

Which roll'd before him as he came;
And, iffuing from his mouth, there flew
Great floods of melted fire and flame;
The heav'ns he bended as he flew,
In light and thunder, from on high,