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2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat, And, with thy love inspir’d, The praises of thy truth repeat, O'er all thy works admir’d. 3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, When I to thee did cry; And when my soul was press'd with fear, Didst inward strength supply. 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince Thy name with praise pursue, Whom these admir’d events convince That all thy works are true. 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, With cheerful songs shall bless; And all thy glorious acts record, Thy awful power confess. 6 For God, although enthron'd on high, Does thence the poor respect; The proud far off his seornful eye Beholds with just neglect. 7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd, He shall my foes disarm, Reheve my soul when most distress'd, And keep me safe from harm. 8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last, Shall fix my happy state; And, mindful of his favours past, Shall his own work complete. PSALM CXXXIX. HOU, Lord, by strictest search hast * known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceiv'd by me. 3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways; 4. #. know'st what 'tis my lips, would vent, My yet unutter'd words' intent. 5 Šo by thy power I stand ; On every side I find thy hand: 6 O skill, for human reach too high Toe dazzling bright for mortal eye! 7 O could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting thee, Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun ? Or whither from thy presence run ? 8 If up to heaven I take my flight, * Tis there thou dwell'st enthron’d in light; If down to hell’s infernal plains, * Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. 9 If I the . wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, 10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 1 1 Or, should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 12 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way, As in the blazing noon of day. 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart, My reins, and every vital part; Each single thread in nature's loom, Hy thee was cover'd in the womb. 14 I’il praise thee, from whose hands I came, A work of such a curious frame; The wonders thou in me hast shown, My soul with grateful joy must own. 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, \o host yet a lifeless mass it lay,
In secret how exactly wrought, Ere from its dark enclosure brought. 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see, Its parts were register’d by thee; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book. 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God, That since this maze of life I trod, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 18 Far sooner could I reckon o’er The sands upon the ocean's shore; Each morn revising what I’ve done, I find th’ account but new begun. 19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God: Depart from me ye men of blood, 20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty profane, And take th' Almighty’s name in vain. 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, Who thee with enmity pursue? And does not grief my heart oppress, When reprobates thy laws transgress! 22 Who practise enmity to thee Shall utmost hatred have from me; Such men I utterly detest, As if they were my foes profest. 23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way. PSALM CXL. RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes, Of treacherous intent; 2 And from the sons of violence, On open mischief bent. 3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent’s sting In sharpness does exceed; Between their lips the gall of asps And adder's venom breed. 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, Nor leave my soul forlorn, A prey to sons of violence, Who have my ruin sworn. 5 The proud for me have laid their snare, And spread their wily net; With traps and gins, where’er I move, I find my steps beset. 6' But thus environ'd with distress, Thou art my God, I said;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
12 God will assert the poor man's cause,
The just shall celebrate his praise,
y I so thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O haste to my relief; And with accustom'd pity hear The accents of my grief. 2 Instead of off’rings, let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hand supply the place h; evening sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips ~ With wary silence barr'd. 4. From wicked men's designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me in the booty share Of their unrighteous gain. 5 Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like balm that heals a wounded head, I their reproof shall find ; And, in return, my fervent prayer I shall for them address, When they are tempted and reduc’d, Like me, to sore distress. 6 yhen skulking in Engedi's rock, I to their chiefs appeal, If one reproachful word I spoke, Then I had power to kill. 7 Yet us they persecute to death; Our scatter’d ruins lie As thick as from the hewer's axe The sever’d splinters fly. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct My supplicating eyes, O leave not destitute my soul, Whose trust on thee relies. 9 Do thou preserve me from the snares That wicked hands have laid; Let them in their own nets be caught, While my escape is made.
O God, with mournful voice, . In deep distress I pray’d; 2 Made him the umpire of my cause, My wrongs before him laid. 3 Thou didst my steps direct, When my griev’d soul despair’d; For where I thought to walk secure, They had their traps prepar’d. 4 I look’d, but found no friend To own me in distress; All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf’d His§ or redress. 5 To God at last I P. Thou, Lord, my refuge art, My portion in the land of life, * life itself depart. 6 Reduc’d to greatest straits, To thee I make my moan; O save me from oppressing foes, For me too powerful grown. 7 That I may praise thy name, My scut from prison bring; Whilst of thy kind regard to me Assembled saints shall sing.
Lo hear my prayer, and to my cry Thy wonted audience lend; In thy accustom'd faith and truth A gracious answer send. 2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring Thy servant to be try’d; For in thy sight no living man Can e'er be justified. 3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, Whose comforts all are fled; He drives me into caves as dark As mansions of the dead. 4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm’d, And sinks within my breast; My mournful heart grows desolate, With heavy woes opprest. 5 I call to mind the days of old, And wonders thou hast wrought; My former dangers and escapes Employ my musing thought. 6 To thee my hands in humble prayer I fervently stretch out; M}. soul for thy refreshment thirsts, ike land oppress'd with drought. 7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails; Thy face no longer hide, Lest I become forlorn, like them That in the grave reside. 8 Thy kindness early let me hear, Whose trust on thee depends; Teach me the way where I should go; My soul to thee ascends. 9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes Preserve and set me free; A safe retreat against their rage My soul implores from thee. 10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will Instruct me to obey; Let thy good spirit lead and keep My soul in thy right way. 11 O! for the sake of thy great name, Revive my drooping heart; For thy truth’s sake, to me distress'd, Thy promis'd aid in part. 12 In pity to my suff’rings, Lord, Reduce my foes to shame; Slay them that persecute a soul Devoted to thy name.
OR ever bless'd be God the Lord, Who does his needful aid impart, At once both strength and skill afford, To wield my arms with warlike art. 2 His goodness is my fort and tower, My strong deliv'rance, and my shield; In him I trust, whose matchless power Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what’s in man, that thou shouldst love Of him such tender care to take? What in his offspring could thee move Such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade, His thoughts but empty are and vain His days are like a flying shade, Of whose short stay no signs remain. 5 In solemn state, O God, descend, Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines; The smoaking hills asunder rend,
Of thy approach the awful signs.
6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round,
HEE I will bless, my God and King, Thy endless praise proclaim; This tribute daily I will bring, And ever bless thy name. a 3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great, And highly to be prais'd; Thy Majesty, with boundless height, Above our knowledge rais'd, 4 loenown'd for mighty acts, thy fame To future time extends; From age to age thy glorious name Successively descends. 5, 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown, And wondrous works express, The world with me thy might shall own, And thy great power confess. 7. The praise that to thy love belongs, They shall with joy proclaim; 'l'hy truth of all their grateful songs Shall be the constant theme. 8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace IIis pity still supplies: IIis anger moves with slowest pace, His willing mercy flies. 9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame, To all thy works exprest; These show thy praise, whilst thy great name ls by thy servants blest. 11 They, with a glorious prospect fir’d, Shall of thy kingdomus speak;
And thy great power, by all admir’d,
From age to age his reign endures: Let all his praises sing.
His praise your song employ Above the starry frame: Your voices raise, Ye Cherubim, And Seraphim, To sing his praise, 3, 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day, Ye glitt’ring stars of light, To him your homage pay: His praise declare, Ye heavens above, And clouds that move In liquid air. 5, 6 Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose Almighty word They all from nothing came; ~ And all shall last, From changes free; His firm decree Stands ever fast. 7, 8 Let earth her tribute pay, Praise him ye dreadful whales, And fish that through the sea Glide swift with glitt'ring scales; Fire, hail, and snow, And misty air, And J. that, where He bids them, blow. 9, 10 By hills and mountains, all In grateful concert join'd; By cedars stately tall, And trees for fruit design'd; By every beast, And creeping thing, And fowl of wing, His name be blest. 11, 12 Let all of royal birth, With those of humbler frame, And judges of the earth, His matchless praise proclaim: In this design, Let youths with maids, And hoary heads • With children join. 13 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise, Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise: Earth's utmost ends His power obey; His glorious sway The sky transcends. 14 His chosen saints to grace, He sets them up on i. And favours Israel’s race,
Praise the Lord with hymns of joy,
Who still to him are nigh:
PSALM. CXLIX. .
His praise in ū. great
And children of Sion
E boundless realms of joy,
3, 4 Let them his great name
PSALM, CL. O Praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heaven, where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts, With which doir praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet’s warlike voice Make rocks and hills his praise rebound; Praise him with harp's melodious noise, And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, And some with graceful motion dance; Let instruments of various string, With organs join'd, his praise advance. 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those That loudly sound on solemn days.