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3 Consider that the righteous man is God's peculiar choice;

And when to him I make my prayer, he always hears my voice.

4 Then stand in awe of his commands,
flee every thing that's ill,
Commune in private with your hearts,
and bend them to his will.
5 The place of other sacrifice
let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
on God alone rely.

6 While worldly minds impatient grow
more prosperous times to see;
Still let the glories of thy face

shine brightly, Lord, on me.

7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, more lasting and more true

Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine successively renew.

8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, and take my needful rest;

No other guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy defence possess'd.

PSALM 5.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

accept my secret prayer;

2 To thee alone, my King, my God, will I for help repair.

3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear, and with the dawning day

To thee devoutly I'll look up,

to thee devoutly pray.

4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
can'st never, Lord, approve,
Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
all evil dost remove.

6 Not long shall stubborn fools remain
unpunish'd in thy view;

All such as act unrighteous things thy vengeance shall pursue.

6 The slandering tongue, O God of truth, by thee shall be destroy'd,

Who hat'st alike the man in blood

and in deceit employ'd.

7 But when thy boundless grace shall me

to thy loved courts restore,

On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, and humbly thee adore.

8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, for watchful is my foe;

Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way wherein I ought to go.

9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit ; their heart is set on wrong; Their throat is a devouring grave; they flatter with their tongue.

10 By their own counsels let them fall oppress'd with loads of sin;

For they against thy righteous laws have harden'd rebels been.

11 But let all those who trust in thee, with shouts their joy proclaim :

Let them rejoice whom thou preserv`st, ' and all that love thy name.

12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord his blessing will extend;

And with his favour all his saints, as with a shield, defend. PSALM 6.

HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,

Tandreadful

Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, too heavy to be borne.

2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure

The anguish of my aching bones,

which thou alone canst cure.

3 My tortured flesh distracts my mind,
and fills my soul with grief;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
to grant me thy relief?

4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
and ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
vouchsafe to make me whole.

5 For after death no more can I
thy glorious acts proclaim,
No prisoners of the silent grave
can magnify thy name.

6 Quite tired with pain, with groaning faint, no hope of ease I see ;

The night, that quiets common griefs,

is spent in tears by me.

7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim my eyes with weakness close;

Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think

on my insulting foes.

8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs ye shall no more rejoice;

For God, I find, accepts my tears,

and listens to my voice.

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2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, Lord, interpose thy power; Lest, like a savage lion, he

my helpless soul devour.

3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his peace combine; Nay, if I had not spared his life, who sought unjustly mine;

5 Let then to persecuting foes my soul become a prey;

Let them to earth tread down my life, in dust my honour lay.

6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord,

in my defence engage;

Exalt thyself above my foes, and their insulting rage:

Awake, awake, in my behalf, the judgment to dispense,

Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injured innocence.

7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds shall still for justice fly: Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume thy judgment-seat on high.

8 Impartial Judge of all the world, I trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts, so let thy sentence be.

9 Let wicked arts and wicked men together be o'erthrown;

But guard the just, thou God, to whom
the hearts of both are known.
10, 11 God me protects, not only me,
but all of upright heart;
And daily lays up wrath for those
who from his laws depart.

12 If they persist, he whets his sword,
his bow stands ready bent;

13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd, his pointed shafts are sent.

14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive;

15 The pit he digg'd for me, has proved his own untimely grave.

16 On his own head his spite returns, whilst I from barm am free;

On him the violence is fall'n,

which he design'd for me.

17 Therefore will I the righteous ways of Providence proclaim;

I'll sing the praise of God most high, and celebrate his name.

PSALM 8.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow
within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
how glorious is thy name!

In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung, nor fully reckon'd there;

2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue thy boundless praise declare.

Through thee the weak confound the strong, and crush their haughty foes;

And so thou quell'st the wicked throng, that thee and thine oppose.

3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, employs my wondering sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky, with stars of feebler light;

4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st to them so wondrous kind?

5 Him next in power thou didst create to thy celestial train;

6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state,

o'er all thy works to reign.

7 They jointly own his powerful sway; the beasts that prey or graze;

8 The bird that wings its airy way; the fish that cuts the seas.

9 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! how glorious is thy name!

PSALM 9.

TI will my heart prepare;

celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

To all the listening world, thy works, thy wondrous works declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasures bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High, triumphant praise I sing.

3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn their backs in shameful flight: Struck with thy presence, down they fell, they perish'd at thy sight.

4 Against insulting foes advanced,
thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,
where truth and justice reign.

5 The insolence of heathen pride
thou hast reduced to shame ;
Their wicked offspring quite destroyed,
and blotted out their name.

6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats
are to a period come;

Our city stands, which you design'd to make our common tomb.

7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous throne prepared, Impartial justice to dispense,

to punish or reward.

9 God is a constant sure defence against oppressing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids in our behalf engage.

10 All those who have his goodness proved will in his truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man that on his help rely'd.

11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord, from Zion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world confess no other God.

PART II.

12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
he'll call the poor to mind:
The injured humble man's complaint
relief from him shall find.

13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
which spiteful foes create,
Thou that hast rescued me so oft

from death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise to all that love thy name; And, with loud shouts of grateful joy, thy saving power proclaim.

15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me, the heathen pride is laid; Their guilty feet to their own snare are heedlessly betray'd.

16 Thus, by the just return he makes, the mighty Lord is known; While wicked men by their own plots, are shamefully o'erthrown.

17 No single sinner shall escape,

by privacy obscured;

Nor nation, from his just revenge, by numbers be secured.

3 Consider that the righteous man is God's peculiar choice;

And when to him I make my prayer, he always hears my voice.

4 Then stand in awe of his commands,
flee every thing that's ill,
Commune in private with your hearts,
and bend them to his will.

5 The place of other sacrifice
let righteousness supply;

And let your hope, securely fix'd, on God alone rely.

6 While worldly minds impatient grow more prosperous times to see; Still let the glories of thy face

shine brightly, Lord, on me.

7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, more lasting and more true

Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine successively renew.

8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, and take my needful rest;

No other guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy defence possess'd.

PSALM 5.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

accept my secret prayer;

2 To thee alone, my King, my God, will I for help repair.

3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear, and with the dawning day

To thee devoutly I'll look up,

to thee devoutly pray.

4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
can'st never, Lord, approve,
Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
all evil dost remove.

5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain
unpunish'd in thy view;

All such as act unrighteous things thy vengeance shall pursue.

6 The slandering tongue, O God of truth, by thee shall be destroy'd,

Who hat'st alike the man in blood

and in deceit employ'd.

7 But when thy boundless grace shall me

to thy loved courts restore,

On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, and humbly thee adore.

8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, for watchful is my foe;

Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way wherein I ought to go.

9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit;
their heart is set on wrong;
Their throat is a devouring grave;
they flatter with their tongue.

10 By their own counsels let them fall
oppress'd with loads of sin;
For they against thy righteous laws
have harden'd rebels been.

11 But let all those who trust in thee,
with shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv❜st,'
and all that love thy name.

|12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord his blessing will extend;

And with his favour all his saints, as with a shield, defend.

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PSALM 6.

HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, and spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, too heavy to be borne.

2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure

The anguish of my aching bones,

which thou alone canst cure.

3 My tortured flesh distracts my mind,
and fills my soul with grief;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
to grant me thy relief?

4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
and ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
vouchsafe to make me whole.

5 For after death no more can I
thy glorious acts proclaim,
No prisoners of the silent grave
can magnify thy name.

6 Quite tired with pain, with groaning faint, no hope of ease I see ;

The night, that quiets common griefs,

is spent in tears by me.

7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim my eyes with weakness close;

Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think on my insulting foes.

8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs ye shall no more rejoice;

For God, I find, accepts my tears,

and listens to my voice.

9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble prayer; and they that wish my fall,

Shall blush and rage to see that God protects me from them all.

PSALM 7.

LORD my God, since I have placed my trust alone in thee,

From all my persecutors' rage

do thou deliver me.

2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, Lord, interpose thy power;

Lest, like

savage lion, he

my helpless soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his peace combine; Nay, if I had not spared his life, who sought unjustly mine; 5 Let then to persecuting foes my soul become a prey;

Let them to earth tread down my life,

in dust my honour lay.

6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord,
in my defence engage;
Exalt thyself above my foes,

and their insulting rage: Awake, awake, in my behalf,

the judgment to dispense, Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injured innocence.

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7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds

shall still for justice fly: Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume thy judgment-seat on high.

8 Impartial Judge of all the world, I trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts, so let thy sentence be.

9 Let wicked arts and wicked men together be o'erthrown;

But guard the just, thou God, to whom
the hearts of both are known.
10, 11 God me protects, not only me,
but all of upright heart;
And daily lays up wrath for those
who from his laws depart.

12 If they persist, he whets his sword,
his bow stands ready bent;

13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd, his pointed shafts are sent.

14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive;

15 The pit he digg'd for me, has proved his own untimely grave.

16 On his own head his spite returns, whilst I from harm am free;

On him the violence is fall'n, which he design'd for me.

17 Therefore will I the righteous ways of Providence proclaim;

I'll sing the praise of God most high, and celebrate his name.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow
within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! how glorious is thy name!

In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung, nor fully reckon'd there;

2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue thy boundless praise declare.

Through thee the weak confound the strong, and crush their haughty foes;

And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,

that thee and thine oppose.

3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, employs my wondering sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky, with stars of feebler light;

4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st to them so wondrous kind?

5 Him next in power thou didst create to thy celestial train;

6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state,
o'er all thy works to reign.

7 They jointly own his powerful sway;
the beasts that prey or graze;
8 The bird that wings its airy way;
the fish that cuts the seas.

9 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow
within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! how glorious is thy name!

12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
he'll call the poor to mind:
The injured humble man's complaint
relief from him shall find.

13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
which spiteful foes create,
Thou that hast rescued me so oft

from death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise to all that love thy name; And, with loud shouts of grateful joy, thy saving power proclaim.

15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me, the heathen pride is laid; Their guilty feet to their own snare are heedlessly betray'd.

16 Thus, by the just return he makes, the mighty Lord is known; While wicked men by their own plots, are shamefully o'erthrown.

17 No single sinner shall escape,

by privacy obscured;

Nor nation, from his just revenge, by numbers be secured.

18 His suffering saints, when most distress'd, he ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectations shall be crown'd, though for a time delay'd.

19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy power, and let not man o'ercome; Descend to judgment, and pronounce the guilty heathen's doom.

20 Strike terror through the nations round, till, by consenting fear,

They to each other, and themselves, but mortal men appear.

PSALM 10.

THY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord?

why hid'st thou now thy face, When dismal times of deep distress call for thy wonted grace?

2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride,
have made the poor their prey;
O let them fall by those designs
which they for others lay.

3 For straight they triumph, if success
their thriving crimes attend;

And sordid wretches, whom God hates,
perversely they commend.

4 To own a power above themselves,
their haughty pride disdains;
And therefore in their stubborn mind
no thought of God remains.

5 Oppressive methods they pursue,
and all their foes they slight;
Because thy judgments unobserved,
are far above their sight.

6 They fondly think their prosperous state shall unmolested be;

They think their vain designs shall thrive,

from all misfortunes free.

7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, with curses fill'd, and lies;

By which the mischief of their heart they study to disguise.

8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, and all their art employ,

The innocent and poor at once
to rifle and destroy.

9 Not lions, couching in their dens,
surprise their heedless prey
With greater cunning, or express
more savage rage than they.

10 Sometimes they act the harmless man,
and modest looks they wear;

That so deceived, the poor may less their sudden onset fear.

PART II.

11 For God, they think, no notice takes of their unrighteous deeds;

He never minds the suffering poor,
nor their oppression heeds.

12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise,
stretch forth thy mighty arm;
And, by the greatness of thy power,
defend the poor from harm.

13 No longer let the wicked vaunt,
and, proudly boasting, say,
"Tush, God regards not what we do.
"he never will repay."

14 But sure thou seest, and all their deeds impartially dost try;

The orphan, therefore, and the poor, on thee for aid rely.

15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,
of all their strength bereft;
Confound, O God, their dark designs,
till no remains are left.

16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
which shall for ever stand;
Thou who the heathen didst expel
from this thy chosen land.

17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants
that to thy throne repair;

Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray, and then accept'st their prayer.

18 Thou,in thy righteous judgment, weigh'st the fatherless and poor;

That so the tyrants of the earth

may persecute no more.

PSALM 11.

INCE I have placed my trust in God,
refuge always nigh,

Why should I, like a timorous bird,
to distant mountains fly?

2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
and ready fix their dart,
Lurking in ambush to destroy
the men of upright heart.

3 When once the firm assurance fails,
which public faith imparts,
'Tis time for innocence to fly

from such deceitful arts.

4 The Lord hath both a temple here, and righteous throne above; Where he surveys the sons of men,

and how their councils move.

5 If God the righteous, whom he loves, for trial does correct,

What must the sons of violence,

whom he abhors, expect?

6 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads shall in one tempest shower;

This dreadful mixture his revenge into their cup shall pour.

7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds with signal favour grace,

And to the upright man disclose the brightness of his face.

PSALM 12.

SINCE godly men decay, O Lord,

do thou my cause defend;

For scarce these wretched times afford one just and faithful friend.

2 One neighbour now can scarce believe what t'other does impart;

With flattering lips they all deceive, and with a double heart.

3 But lips that with deceit abound can never prosper long; God's righteous vengeance will confound the proud blaspheming tongue.

4 In vain those foolish boasters say, "Our tongues are sure our own; "With doubtful words we'll still betray, "and be controll'd by none."

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