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2, 3 Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes

In joyful concert meet,
And new-made songs of loud applause

The harmony complete.
4,5 For faithful is the word of God,

His works with truth abound;
He justice loves, and all the earth

Is with his goodness crown'd. 6 By his Almighty word at first

Heav'n's glorious arch was rear'd,
And all the beauteous hosts of light

At his command appear'd.
7 The swelling floods, together rolld,

He makes in heaps to lie;
And lays, as in a storehouse safe,

The wat'ry treasures by.
8, 9 Let earth and all that dwell therein

Before him trembling stand;
For when he spake the word 'twas made,

'Twas fix'd at his command.
10 He, when the heathen closely plot,

Their counsels undermines;
His wisdom ineffectual makes

The people's rash designs.
11 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees

Shall stand for ever sure;
The settled purpose of his heart

To ages shall endure.

The Second Part.
12 How happy then are they, to whom

The Lord for God is known!
Whom he from all the world besides

Has chosen for his own!
13, 14, 15 He all the nations of the earth

From heav'n, his throne, survey'd ;.
He saw their works, and view'd their thoughts,

By him their hearts were made.
16, 17 No king is safe by num'rous hosts,

Their strength the strong deceives;
No nianag'd horse, by force or speed,

His warlike rider saves.
IS, 19 'Tis God, who those that trust in him

Beholds with gracious eyes;
He frees their soul from death, their want

In time of dearth supplies.
20, 21 Our soul on God with patience waits,

Our help and shield is he;
Then, Lord, let still our hearis rejoice,

Because we trust in thee.

22 The riches of thy mercy, Lord,

Do thou to us extend;
Since we for all we want or wish
On thee alone depend.

PSALM XXXIV " THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, The praises of my Göd shall still

My heart and tongue employ.
of his deliv'rance I will boast,

Till all that are distrest,
From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest. 30 magnify the Lord with me,

With me exalt his Name; 4 When in distress to him I callid,

He to my rescue came.. 3 Their drooping hearts were soon refresh',

Who look'd to him for aid;
Desir'd success in ev'ry face

A cheerful air display'd.
6 “Behold,” say they," behold the man

“ Whom Providence reliev'd;
“So dang'rously with woes beset,

“So wondrously retriev'd."
7 The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all

Who on his succour trust. 6 O make but trial of his love,

Experience will decide,
How bless's are they, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
9 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear ;
Make you his service your delight,

Your wants shall be his care.
10 While hungry lions lack their prey,

The Lord will food provide
For such as put their trust in him,
And see their wants supplied.

The Second Part. 11 Approach, ye piously dispos'd,

And my instruction hear:
I'll

teach you the true discipline

of his religious fear. 12 Let him, wlio length of life desires,

And prosp'rons days would sce, 13 From sland'ring language keep his tonigile,

His lips from falsehood free.

14 The crooked paths of vice decline,

And virtue's ways pursue ;
Establish peace where 'tis begun,

And where 'tis lost renew.
15 The Lord from heaven beholds the just

With favourable eyes;
And, when distress'd, his gracious ear

Is open to their cries :
16 But turns his wrathful look on those,

Whom mercy can't reclaim,
To cut them off, and from the earth

Blot out their hated name.
17 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives,

When his relief they crave; 18 He's nigh to heal the broken heart,

And contrite spirit save. 19 The wicked oft, but still in vain,

Against the just conspire; 20 For under their affliction's weight

He keeps their bones entire.
21 The wicked from their wicked arts

Their ruin shall derive;
Whilst righteous men, whom they detest,

Shall them and theirs survive.
22 For God preserves the souls of those

Who on his truth depend,
To them and their posterity
His blessings shall descend.

PSALM XXXV. 1

AGAINST all those that strive with me,
With such as war unjustly wage

Do thou my battles fight.
2 Thy buckler take, and bind thy shield

Upon thy warlike arm;
Stand up, my God, in my defence,

And keep me safe from harm. 3 Bring forth thy spear, and stop their course,

That haste my blood to spill;
Say to my soul, “I am thy health,

"" And will preserve thee still."
4 Let them with shame be cover'd o'er,

Who my destruction sought;
And such as did my harm devise

Be to confusion brought,
5 Then shall they fly, dispers'd like chauff

Before the driving wind;
God's vengeful minister of wrath

Shall follow close behind,

6 And when through dark and slipp'ry ways

They strive his rage to shun, His vengeful ministers of wrath

Shall goad them as they run.
7 Since, unprovok'd by any wrong,

They hid their treach'rous snare;
And for my harmless soul a pit

Did without cause prepare.
6 Surpris'd by mischiefs unforeseen,

By their own arts betray'd;
Their feet shall fall into the net

Which they for me had laid, 9 Whilst my glad soul shall God's great Name

For this deliv'rance bless,
And, by his saving health secur'd,

Its grateful joy express; 10 My very bones shall

say

o Lord,
Who can compare with thee,
Who sett'st the poor and pless inan

From strong oppressors free!

The Second Part.
11 False witnesses, with forg'd complaints,

Against my truth combin'd;
And to my charge such things they laid

As I had ne'er design'd.
12 The good which I to them had done,

With evil they repaid;
And did, by malice undeserv'd,

My harmless life invade.
13 But as for me, when they were sick,

I still in sackcloth mourn'd;
I pray'd and fasted, and my pray’r
14 Had they my friends or brethren been,

I could have done no more ;
Nor with more decent signs of grief

A mother's loss deplore.
15 How diff'rent did their carriage prove

In times of my distress;
When they, in crowds together met,

Did savage joy express.
The rabble too, in num'rous throngs,

By their example came,
And ceas'd not, with reviling words,

To wound my spotless fame.
16 Scoffers, that noble tables haunt,

And earn their bread with lies,
Did gnash their teeth, and sland'ring jests

Maliciously devise.

17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on?

On my behalf appear:
And save my guiltless soul, which they,

Like rav’ning beasts, would tear.

The Third Part. 18 So I, before the list'ning world,

Shall grateful thanks express;
And, where the great assembly meets,

Thy Name with praises bless.
19 Lord, suffer not my causeless foes,

Who me unjustly hate,
With open joy, or secret signs,

To mock my sad estate. 20 For they, with hearts averse from peace,

Industriously devise
Against the men of quiet minds

To forge malicious lies.
21 Nor with these private arts content,

Aloud they vent their spite;
And say, “At last we found him ont,

“ He did it in our sight."
22 But thou, who dost both them and me

With righteous eyes survey,
Assert my innocence, O Lord,

And keep not far away.
23 Stir up thyself, in my behall

To judgment, Lord, awake;
Thy righteous servant's cause, O God,

To thy decision take.
24 Lord, as my heart has upright been,

Let me thy justice find;
Nor let my cruel foes obtain

The triumph they design'd.
25 O let them not amongst themselves

In boasting language say,
“ At length our wishes are complete,

" At last he's made our prey." 26 Let such as in my harm rejoic'd

For shame their faces hide;
And foul dishonour wait on those

That proudly me defied. 27 Whilst they with cheerful voices shout,

Who my just cause befriend;
And bless the Lord, who loves to make

Success his saints attend. 28 So shall my tongue thy judgments sing,

Inspir’d with grateful joy;
And cheerful hymns in praise of thee

Shall all my days employ.

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