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Of all my faints who round me fing;
My faints fhall know my glory then,
And, by thy love, with me fhall reign:
For I, their Advocate and Head,
Have finish'd, in their room and stead,
By thy appointment, all thy will,
And for them won thy holy hill.

PSALM XXVII.

SEE the illuftration of Pfalm iii.

Though all the pow'rs of darkness roar,
And rage like feas against the fhore,
The Lord's the Light, the Lord's the Rack
Of his Meffiab and his flock-
Meffiah one thing hath defir'd,
And for his people hath acquir'd,
To dwell with God for evermore,
That they his glory may explore.

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'HE Lord's my Light, my faving Light,
My Life, my Health, my fweet Delight;
The Lord's a Sun and Shield to me:
Of whom afraid then fhould I be?
The Lord, my Fortitude and Strength,
Will bring me to my home at length;
And, while I am approaching near,
My God with me, whom fhall I fear?

2 When myriads of malicious foes,
To eat my flesh against me rofe,
As they were coming nigh, they fell-
They groan'd in death-they roar'd in hell.
3 Though fquadrons of embattled men.
With rage and terrors fill the plain,
And legions, legions, on me pour,
I'll count them like a fummer-fhow'r.

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Let war arife in ev'ry form,

And death and hell increase the storm,
My heart is fearlefs all the while:
At war, and death, and hell, I fmile.
4 In this, indeed, I will confide,
And glory with a noble pride,
How veh❜mently my foul afpires,
And, of the Lord, one boon defires;
That I within the house of God
For ever may have my abode;
And, fitting on his holy hill,
May feaft upon his glory ftill.
5 The Lord, in his pavilion fhall
Sectire when evil things befal,
Preferve my foul, beneath his wings,
While all my foul his glory fings.

6 Yeà now, e'en now, this prefent time,
My head hall rife, and tow'r fublime,
Above all those my en'mies who
Would me destroy, and quite undo:
My heart for joy fhall fing and leap,
Thank-off'rings on his altars heap,
And fing aloud, in loftieft ftrains,
How glorioufly Jehovah reigns.
7 Jehovah, hear me, hear my cry;
In kind compaffion to me fly:
What agonies are thefe affail,
And fiercely drive my foul, like hail!
Yet, lo, I fee thy beaming face
Diffolve the clouds that fly apace;
They fly, and leave an open fun :
My fky again fhall ne'er grow dun.

8 Thou faidft, Jehovah, Seek my face:'
My heart replied, Thy face I'll feek :'
My heart rejoic'd to run my race.
Jehovah fmiles upon the meek.

9 Thou wilt not hide thy face from me,
Nor turn away my foul from thee;
For thou hast been my fafety, Lord,
And kindly hast my foul restor❜d.

10 A father, and a mother, both,
To ftand for me might well be loth,
When fuch a heavy tempeft fell,
As bore me under death and hell;
11 But then the Lord fupported me,
And fondly dandled on his knee;
Conducting through my darkeft way,
He led me to the paths of day:

12 He made me on my foes to tread,
And chained them in death's deep fhade,
Because their ambush they did lay,
And fprang upon me by the way.
13 Unless I had believ'd to fee

The goodness that was promis'd me,
My foul had funk beneath the ftream,
O'erwhelmed in eternal fhame.

14 Wait on the Lord, my faints, await,
And watching ftand before his gate;
The Lord fhall hold your hearts alive,
Who watch, and pray, and wait, and strive.
Lo, I, your Lord and Saviour, came
To magnify my Father's name;
I am the truth, the life, the way :
By holding me, you win the day.

PSALM. XXVIII.

SEE the last two Pfalms.

Their blood upon their own head lies,
'Gainft whom the blood of Jesus cries:
O unbelievers, then, take heed;
For, if bereav'd, bereav'd indeed!
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Your fouls defcend alive to hell,
In darkness evermore to dwell:
How shall ye mourn for evermore,
And your neglected day deplore!

To thee, O Lord, I work my way,
And labour in a heavy fea;

Yet all the waves that o'er me play,

But only roll me nearer thee: If I fhould fink beneath the stream, My foul and glory therein loft, My wreck would ftain my Saviour's name, And spread the flur from coaft to coaft 2 But when I cry, O Lord, to thee,

And lift my hands towards thy hill, Thy nod fhall make my forrows flee, And all my foul with raptures fill. 3 Thou wilt not render up my foul

To those who render ill for good, Like raging bears without controul, Who pant to riot in my blood.

4 Thou wilt return their cruel deeds,

With intereft, on their wicked head;
Th' endeavour that from them proceeds,
Shall, like a net, themselves impede.
5 Because they have defpis'd the work
And operations of thy hand,
They fhall in utter darkness lurk,
Nor dare before thy face to ftand."
6 Blefs'd be Jehovah in my heart,
Blefs'd be Jehovah evermore;
For he remov'd my grievous fmart,
When very anguish made me roar.
7 Jehovah is my strength and shield,
On him alone my heart relies;
By aid of him I won the field,
By him my glory reach'd the fkies..

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Because of him my heart is glad,
"l'is he who makes my fong to glow;
His buckler be around me fpread;
I felt their darts as light as fnow.
Thou, Lord, art my falvation; thou

Haft made me ride above the heav'n;
The heav'ns below me bend and bow,
Such weight of glory thou hast giv'n!
8 The Lord is all his people's ftrength,
For he hath his Mellah fav'd:
Meffiah faves them all, at length,

For whom the bands of death he brav'd.

9 Jehovah, fave thy people now,

And feed thine own inheritance;
Now, blefs them on mount Zion's brow,
And then to Paradise advance.

PSALM XXIX.

SEE Pfalm ii.

The Voice, the WORD, th' incarnate WORD,
Th' eternal God, th' almighty Lord,
From whom the univerfe began,.
Who perfects all his Father's plan,
Upholding all things by his pow'r-
He reigneth King for evermore:
Let heav'n and earth in one combine
To give him glory all divine!

WITH one confent, let all the hofts

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Of whom the wide creation boasts;
Ye mighty, ye th' Almighty's fons,
Dominions, virtues, pow'rs, or thrones;
Ye angels, and archangels, who
Before Jehovah lowly bow;

Ye cherubs, feraphs, ev'ry tribe,
Yourselves unto THE SON ascribe!

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