Whom thou to different realms may'st send, to govern and protect: 17 Whilst this my song to future times And makes the world, with one consent, Gpresent help when dangers press; OD is our refuge in distress; in him, undaunted, we'll confide; 2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost, torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill, the royal seat of God most high: 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock the assaults of earthly powers, while his Almighty aid is nigh. 6 In tumults when the heathen raged, And kingdoms war against us waged, he thunder'd, and dispersed their powers: 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, our fathers' Guardian-God and ours. On earth what desolation brought; 8 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought, how he has calm'd the jarring world: 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thundering chariots too into devouring flames were hurl'd. For him the heathen shall obey, 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway; and earth her Sovereign Lord confess : 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, as to our fathers in distress. PSALM 47. ALL ye people, clap your hands, and with triumphant voices sing; No force the mighty power withstands of God, the universal King. 3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell, 5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, with shouts of joy, and trumpets' sound; To him repeated praises sing, and let the cheerful song rebound. 7, 8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, for him who all the world commands, Who sits upon his righteous throne, and spreads his sway o'er heathen lands. 9 Our chiefs and tribes that far from hence to serve the God of Abr'am came, Found him their constant sure defence: how great and glorious is his name! PSALM 48. THE Lord, the only God, is great, Tand greatly to be praised In Sion, on whose happy mount his sacred throne is raised. 2 Her towers, the joy of all the earth, 3 God in her palaces is known; his presence is her guard : 4 Confederate kings withdrew their siege, and of success despair'd. 5 They view'd her walls, admired, and fled, with grief and terror struck; 6 Like women, whom the sudden pangs of travail had o'ertook. 7 No wretched crew of mariners appear like them forlorn, When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coasts by eastern winds are torn. 8 In Sion we have seen perform'd a work that was foretold, In pledge that God, for times to come, 9 Not in our fortresses and walls 10 According to thy Sovereign name, 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; her daughters all be taught In songs his judgments to extol, who this deliverance wrought. 12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp ; That, with assurance, to your heirs 14 This God is ours, and will be ours, Let high and low, and rich and poor, with joint consent give ear. 3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill'd, shall good advice impart ; The sound result of prudent thoughts, digested in my heart. 4 To parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing dark words of deep design. 5 Why should my courage fail in times of danger and of doubt, When sinners, that would me supplant, have compass'd me about? 6 Those men, that all their hope and trust in heaps of treasure place, And boast in triumph, when they see their ill-got wealth increase, 7 Are yet unable from the grave their dearest friend to free; Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse the Almighty Lord's decree. 8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must quit; the price is held too high; No sums can purchase such a grant, that man should never die. 10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt, nor fools their folly save; But both must perish, and in death their wealth to others leave. 11 For though they think their stately seats But their remembrance last in lands With beasts their memory, and they 13 How great their folly is, who thus 14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led, 15 But God will yet redeem my soul, His greater power shall set me free, and to himself receive. 16 Then fear not thou, when worldly men in envy'd wealth abound; Nor though their prosperous house increase with state and honour crown'd. 17 For when they're summon'd hence by deata, they leave all this behind; No shadow of their former pomp within the grave they find: 18 And yet they thought their state was blest, caught in the flatterer's snare, Who with their vanity comply'd, and praised their worldly care. 19 In their forefathers' steps they tread; 20 For man, bow great soe'er his state, As like a sensual beast he lives, so like a beast he dies. PSALM 50. And offerings bring with constant care: The heavens his justice shall declare;) for God himself shall sentence give. 7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear; thy God, thy only God am I: 'Tis not of offerings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain, my sacred altar did supply. 9 Will this alone atonement make? No bullock from thy stall I'll take, nor he-goat from thy fold accept : 10 The forest beasts, that range alone, The cattle too are all my own, that on a thousand hills are kept. 11 I know the fowls, that build their nests In craggy rocks; and savage beasts, that loosely haunt the open fields: 12 If seized with hunger I could be, I need not seek relief from thee, since the world's mine, and all it yields. 13 Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed, to eat their flesh and drink their blood? 14 The sacrifices I require, Are hearts which strictest care made good. love and zeal inspire, HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt, thy wonted mercy find. 2, 3 Wash off my foul offence, and cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see how great my guilt has been. 14 Against thee, Lord, alone, and only in thy sight, Have I transgress'd; and, though condemn'd, must own thy judgment right. 5 In guilt each part was form'd of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceived, and born 6 Yet thou, whose searching eye 7 With hyssop purge me, Lord, I shall with snow in whiteness vie, when purify'd by thee: 8 Make me to hear with joy thy kind forgiving voice; That so the bones which thou hast broke 9, 10 Blot out my crying sins, 12 The joy thy favour gives, And thy free Spirit's firm support Whilst my advice shall wicked men 14 My guilt of blood remove, 15 Do thou unlock my lips, with sorrow closed and shame ; So shall my mouth thy wondrous praise to all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone, whole flocks and herds should die; But on such offerings thou disdain'st to cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is by God most highly prized; By him a broken contrite heart shall never be despised. 18 Let Sion favour find, PSALM 52. N vain, O man of lawless might, thou boast'st thyself in ill; Since God, the God in whom I trust, vouchsafes his favour still. 1 HE wicked fools must sure suppose Tthat God is but a name, This gross mistake their practice shows, since virtue all disclaim. 2 The Lord look'd down from heaven's high the sons of men to view; To see if any own'd his power, or truth or justice knew. 3 But all, he saw, were backward gone, 4 But are those workers of deceit so dull and senseless grown, That they like bread my people eat, and God's just power disown? 5 Their causeless fear shall strangely grow; and they, despised of God, Shall soon be foil'd; his hand shall throw their shatter'd bones abroad. 6 Would he his saving power employ to break our servile band, Loud shouts of universal joy should echo through the land. LORD, save me, for thy glorious name, and in thy strength appear, To judge my cause; accept my prayer, and to my words give ear. 3 Mere strangers, whom I never wrong'd, to ruin me design'd; And cruel men, that fear no God, against my soul combined. 4, 5 But God takes part with all my friends, and he's the surest guard; The God of truth shall give my foes their falsehood's due reward; Whose slanderous tongues, with wrathful hate, against my fame engage. 4,5 My heart is rack'd with pain; my soul with deadly frights distress'd; With fear and trembling compass'd round, with horror quite oppress'd. 6 How often wish'd I then, that I the dove's swift wings could get; That I might take my speedy flight, and seek a safe retreat. 7,8 Then would I wander far from hence, and in wild deserts stray, Till all this furious storm were spent, this tempest past away. PART III. 18 God has released my soul from those 19 For he, who was my help of old, 20 Whom can I trust, if faithless men To ruin me, their peaceful friend, and break the strongest ties ? 21 Though soft and melting are their words, their hearts with war abound; Their speeches are more smooth than oil, 22 Do thou, my soul, on God depend, 23 My foes that trade in lies and blood, Whilst I, for health and length of days, on thee, my God, rely. To crush me with repeated wrongs, he daily strife renews. 2 Continually my spiteful foes. to ruin me combine; Thou seest, who sitt'st enthroned on high, what mighty numbers join. 3 But though sometimes surprised by fear, on danger's first alarm; Yet still for succour I depend on thy Almighty arm. 4 God's faithful promise I shall praise, on which I now rely; In God I trust, and, trusting him, the arm of flesh defy. 5 They wrest my words, and make them speak a sense they never meant ; Their thoughts are all, with restless spite, on my destruction bent. 6 In close assemblies they combine, and wicked projects lay; They watch my steps, and lie in wait to make my soul their prey. 7 Shall such injustice still escape? O righteous God, arise; Let thy just wrath, too long provoked, this impious race chastise. 8 Thou numberest all my steps, since first I was compell'd to flee; My very tears were treasured and register'd by thee. up, 9 When therefore I invoke thy aid, my foes shall be o'erthrown; For I am well assured that God my righteous cause will own. 10, 11 I'll trust God's word, and so despise the force that man can raise ; 12 To thee, O God, my vows are due: to thee I'll render praise. 13 Thou hast retrieved my soul from death; and thou wilt still secure The life thou hast so oft preserved, my lengthen'd days employ. THY mercy, Lord, to me extend; And truth, on which my hopes depend. With men whose teeth are spears, their words Envenom'd darts, and two-edged swords. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till thou art here, as there, obey'd. 6 To take me they their net prepared, 7 O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, 10 Thy mercy highest heaven transcends; SPEAK, O ye judges of the earth, Or must not innocence appeal 2 Your wicked hearts and judgments are Your griping hands, by weighty bribes, to violence betray'd. 3 To virtue strangers, from the womb their infant steps went wrong; They prattled slander, and in lies employ'd their lisping tongue. 4 No serpent of parch'd Afric's breed does ranker poison bear; The drowsy adder will as soon unlock his sullen ear. |