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10 Who is this King of glory! who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
1 I lift my heart and voice; 2 O let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice. 3 Those who on thee rely,
Let no disgrace attend;
As wilfully offend.
And lead me in thy way;
On thee I wait all day. 6 Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
As thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;
In mercy think on me. 8 His mercy and his truth
The righteous Lord displays,
And teaching them his ways. 9 He those in justice guides
Who his direction seek;
The humble and the meek. 10 Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine,
The Second Part. 11 Since mercy is the grace
That most exalts thy fame,
And so advance thy Name. 12 Whoe'er with humble fear
To God his duty pays,
In all his righteous ways. 13 His quiet soul with peace
Shall be for ever blest,
14 For God to all his saints
His secret will imparts;
In their obedient hearts. 15 To him I lift my eyes,
And wait his timely aid,
Which for my feet was laid. 16 O turn, and all my griefs,
In mercy, Lord, redress;
And plung'd in deep distress. 17 The sorrows of my heart
To mighty suns increase;
My troubled soul release. 18 Do thou with tender eyes
My sad affliction see;
Entirely set me free. 19 Consider, Lord, my foes,
How vast their numbers grow; What lawless force and rage they use,
What boundless hate they show! 20 Protect and set my soul
From their fierce malice free; Nor let me be asham'd, who place
My steadfast trust in thee. 21 Let all my righteous acts
To full perfection rise,
On thee alone relies. 22 To Israel's chosen race
Continue ever kind;
Let them thy succour find.
J of righteousness have trod;
Repose on thee, my God. 2, 3 Search, prove my heart, whose innocence
Will shine the more 'tis tried;
And made thy truth my guide. 4 I never for companions took
The idle or profane;
Conld e'er my friendship gain,
I hate the busy plotting crew,
Who make distracted times; And shun their wicked company,
As I avoid their crimes.
And bring a heart so pure,
My welcome shall secure. 7,6 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell
How thy renown excels;
In which thy honour dwells.
Who murder make their trade; 10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes,
Or open force invade.
And innocence pursue :
Thy mercies, Lord, renew. 12 In spite of all assaulting foes
I still maintain my ground;
Thy praises to resound.
Is saving health and light!
What can my soul affright!
When foes beset me round,
Were made to strike the ground, 3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares
With nam'rous hosts to cope; Through him in doubtful straits of war,
For good success I hope.
I earnestly desire,
And his blest will enquire.
In times of deep distress;
In that secure recess;
My lofty head shall raise,
And sing glad songs of praise.
The Second Part.
Whene'er to thee I cry;
Nor my requests deny.
Thou kindly dost advise ;
My grateful heart replies.
Nor me in wrath reject;
Thou didst so oft protect.
Their helpless charge forsake,
Wilt care and pity take.
My ways directly guide;
Should see me tread aside. 12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes,
Defeat their ill desire,
Against my peace conspire. 13 I trusted that my future life
Should with thy love be crown'd,
With sorrow compass'd round.
And he'll inspire thy breast
In sighs consume my breath;
Like those that sleep in death, 2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
· Before thy mercy seat.
Who make a trade of ill;
Whose blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their crimes' extent
Let justice have its course :
Have sinn'd without remorse.
7 My Braciou che crietesoun.gment
5 Since they the works of God despise,
Nor will his grace adore; His wrath shall utterly destroy,
And build them up no more.
His praises will resound,
A gracious answer found.
In God, my strength and shield;
Triumphant from the field.
'Tis just that I should raise
And thus resound his praise : 8 « His aiding pow'r supports the troops
" That my just cause maintain: “ 'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne,
“ 'Tis he secures my reign."
Thine heritage to bless;
PSALM XXIX. i VE princes that in might excel,
1 Your grateful sacrifice prepare; God's glorious actions loudly tell,
His wondrous pow'r to all declare. ? To his great Name fresh altars raise,
Devoutly due respect afford; Him in his holy temple praise,
Where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that with amazing noise
The wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks ; The ocean trembles at his voice,
When he from heav'n in thunder speaks, 4,5 How full of pow'r his voice appears!
With what majestick terror crown'd! Which from their roots tall cedars tears,
And strews their scatter'd branches round. 6 They, and the hills on which they grow,
Are sometimes hurried far away; And leap like hinds that bounding go,
Or unicorns in youthful play. 7, 8 When God in thunder loudly speaks,
And scatter'd flames of lightning sends, The forest nods, the desert quakes,
And stubbora Kadesh lowly bends.