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2, 3 Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes
And new-made songs of loud applause
4,5 For faithful is the word of God,
Is with his goodness crown'd. 6 By his Almighty word at first
Heav'n's glorious arch was rear'd,
7 The swelling floods, together roll'd,
8, 9 Let earth and all that dwell therein
For when he spake the word 'twas made,
10 He, when the heathen closely plot,
The Second Parl.
12 How happy then are they, to whom The Lord for God is known!
Whom he from all the world besides
13, 14, 15 He all the nations of the earth
He saw their works, and view'd their thoughts,
16, 17 No king is safe by num'rous hosts,
15, 19 'Tis God, who those that trust in him
He frees their soul from death, their want
20, 21 Our soul on God with patience waits,
22 The riches of thy mercy,
THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God 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 call'd,
He to my rescue came.
5 Their drooping hearts were soon refresh'd, Who look'd to him for aid;
Desir'd success in ev'ry face
6 "Behold," say they," behold the man
Who on his succour trust.
& O make but trial of his love,
How bless'd are they, and only they,
9 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
10 While hungry lions lack their prey,
11 Approach, ye piously dispos'd,
12 Let him, who length of life desires,
And prosp'rous days would see,
13 From sland'ring language keep his tongue,
His lips from falsehood free.
14 The crooked paths of vice decline,
15 The Lord from heaven beholds the just
And, when distress'd, his gracious ear
16 But turns his wrathful look on those,
17 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives,
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
Whilst righteous men, whom they detest,
AGAINST all those that strive with me,
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 chaff
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.
9 Whilst my glad soul shall God's great Name For this deliv'rance bless,
And, by his saving health secur'd,
10 My very bones shall say, O Lord,
The Second Part.
11 False witnesses, with forg'd complaints,
And to my charge such things they laid
12 The good which I to them had done,
And did, by malice undeserv'd,
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,
Nor with more decent signs of grief
15 How diff'rent did their carriage prove
16 Scoffers, that noble tables haunt,
17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on? On my behalf appear:
And save my guiltless soul, which they,
The Third Part.
18 So I, before the list'ning world,
20 For they, with hearts averse from peace, Industriously devise
Against the men of quiet minds
21 Nor with these private arts content,
And say, "At last we found him out,
22 But thou, who dost both them and me
Thy righteous servant's cause, O God,
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
And foul dishonour wait on those
27 Whilst they with cheerful voices shout,
28 So shall my tongue thy judgments sing,