Performs his sov'reign will, 15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase, 6 For he, with unresisted strength, 17 There David's power shall long re- In his successive line, And my anointed servant there Shall with fresh lustre shine. 18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes/ PSALM CXXXIII. H How great their pleasure prove, OW vast must their advantage be, Who live like brethren, and consent 2 True love is like that precious oil, 3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does 4 For Sion is the chosen seat, Where the Almighty King PSALM CXXXIV. LESS God, ye servants, that attend BUpon his soleman state, That in his temple, night by night, With humble reverence wait: PSALM CXXXV. Praise the Lord with one consent, His worthy praise proclaim. 2 Praise him all ye that in his house 3 For this our truest interest is, Glad hymns of praise to sing; 4 For God his own peculiar choice 5 That God is great, we often have And seen how he, with wondrous power, In heaven and earth, and watery stores 7 He raises vapours from the ground, Fall down at last in showers, through which His dreadful lightnings glare. 8 He from his store-house brings the winds; And he, with vengeful hand, he first-born slew of man and beast, Through Egypt's mourning land. 9 He dreadful signs and wonders show'd Through stubborn Egypt's coasts; Nor Pharaoh could his plagues escape, Nr all bis num'rous hosts. 10, 11 Twas he that various nations And mighty kings suppress'd; Who Canaan's land possess'd. For which his fame shall always last, 14 For God shall soon his people's cause Repent him of his wrath, and turn 15 Those idols, whose false worship O'er all the heathen lands, The work of human hands. 16, 17 They move not their fictitious Nor see with polish'd eyes; No breath their mouth supplies. To make them, or in dangerous times 19 Their just returns of thanks to God 20 Their sense of his unbounded love! And let all those who fear the Lord, 21 Let all with thanks his wondrow In Sion's courts proclaim; Let them in Salem, where he dwells, PSALM CXXXVI. TO God the mighty Lord Your joyful thanks repeat; For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. 2, 3 To him, whose wondrous power 4, By his Almighty hand 6 He spread the ocean round 7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display His num'rous hosts of light; The sun to rule by day, The moon and stars by night: For God will prove PSALM CXXXVII. WHEN we, our weary limbs to rest Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest And Sion was our mournful theme. 2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung On willow trees, that wither'd there. 8 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspired To triumph in our slavish wrongs, Music and imirth of us required, Come, sing us one of Sion's songs.' 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing, Ortouch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, Be sung by slaves in foreign lands? 5 0 Salem, our once happy seat! When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget The speaking strings with art to move! 6 If I to mention thee forbear, Eternal silence seize my tongue; Or if I sing one cheerful air, Till thy deliv'rance is my song. 7 Re nember, Lord, how Edom's race, In thy own city's fatal day, Cry'd out, Her stately walls deface, And with the ground quite level lay! 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be Of grief and woe the wretched prey, Bless'd is the man who shall to thee The wrongs thou laidst on us repay. 16, 17 19 rough deserts vast and wild 9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage He led the chosen seed; And famous princes foil'd, And made great monarchs bleed: 19, 20 Sihou, whose potent hand 21, 22 And, of nis wondrous grace, The lands whom he destroy'd, He gave to Israel's race, To be by them enjoy'd; For God, &c. 23, 24 ie, in our depth of woes, peace and safety brought: For God, &c. 25,26 He does the food supply, On which all creatures live To God, who reigns on high, Eternal praises give: W ITH my whole heart, my God and Thy praise I will proclaim; 2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat, 3 Thou graciously inclinedst thine ear When I to thee did cry; And when my soul was press'd with feat, Didst inward strength supply. 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince Thy name with praise pursue, Whom these admired events convince Thas a thy works one sque. 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, 6 For God, although enthroned on high, 7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd, 8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last, And mindful of his favours past, THIOU, Lord, by strictest search bast My rising up and lying down My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways; 4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, My yet unutter'd words' intent. 5 Surrounded by thy power I stand; On every side I find thy hand: 6 O skill, for human reach too high! Too 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, 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, Whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay, In secret how exactly wrought, Ere from its dark inclosure rought. 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see, Its parts were register'd by thee; Thou sew'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. 13 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. As if they were my foes profest. If mischief lurk in any part; Tis there thou dwell'st, enthroned in PRESERVE me, Lord, from crafty light; If down to bell's infernal plains, As in the blazing noon of day. 13 Thou know'st the texture of my My reins, and every vital part; came, A work of such a curious frame; I foes, 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, Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength Kind succour did convey, Permit not their anjust designs Let first their chiefs the sad effects The blast of their envenom'd breath 10 Let them who kindle first the flame, The pit they digg'd for me be made 11 Though slander's breath may raise a It quickly will decay; Their rage does but the torrent swell, 12 God will assert the poor man's cause, PSALM CXLI. To hate to my relief; 10 thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, And with accustom'd pity hear The accents of my grief. 2 Instead of offerings, let my prayer 8 From hasty language curb my tongue, 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds Of their unrighteous gain. When skulking in Engedi's rock, As thick as from the hewer's axe По PSALM CXLII. O God, with mournful voice, 2 Made him the umpire of my cause, 3 Thou didst my steps direct, When my grieved soul despair'd; To own me in distress; All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsafed 5 To God at last I pray'd; Thou, Lord, my refuge art, 6 Reduced to greatest straits, PSALM CXLIII. ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry In thy accustom'd faith and truth 2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring 3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, As mansions of the dead. And wonders thou hast wrought; My former dangers and escapes Employ my musing thought. 6 To thee my hands in humble prayer My soul for thy refreshment thirsts, That in the grave reside. 8 Thy kindness early let me hear, 9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes 10 Thou art my God, thy righteous Who, though in solemn leagues they will Instruct me to obey; Let thy good spirit lead and keep 11 0! for the sake of thy great name, PSALM CXLIV. NOR 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 deliverance, 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 smoking hills asunder rend, Of thy approach the awful signs. 6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round, And make thy scatter'd foès retreat; Then with thy pointed arrows wound, And their destruction soon complete. 7, 8 Do thou, O Lord, from heaven engage Thy boundless power my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage Of threatening waves, that proudly swell. Fight thou against my foreign foes, Who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to thee, O King of kings, In new-made hymns nry voice shall raise, And instruments of many strings Shall help me thus to sing thy praise: 10 God does to kings his aid afford, 'To them his sure salvation sends; Tis he that from the murdering sword His servant David still defends.' 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, Who utter speeches false and vain; close, Their sworn engagements ne'er main tain. 12 Then our young sons like trees shall grow, Well planted in some fruitful place; Our daughters shall like pillars show, Design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners fill'd with various store, Shall us and ours with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our labouring oxen grow, Nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slavery know, And in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case, Whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, And are with his protection crown'd. PSALM CXLV. THEE I will bless, my God and King, This tribute daily I will bring, Thou, Lord, beyond compare art grea And highly to be praised; 4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame 5, 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown, 8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace His pity still supplies; His anger moves with slowest pace, 9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame, To all thy works exprest; These show thy praise, whilst thy great |