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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 love and zeal inspire, And vows with strictest care made good. 15 In time of trouble call on me,

and I will set thee safe and free, And thou returns of praise shalt make : 16 But to the wicked thus saith God, How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad,

Or in thy mouth my cov'nant take? 17 For stubborn thou, confirin'd in sin, hast proof against instruction been,

And of my word didst lightly speak: 18 When thou a subtle thief didst see, thou gladly didst with him agree,

And with adult'rers didst partake. 19 Vile slander is thy chief delight, thy tongue, by en sy mov'd and spite,

Deceitful tales doth hourly spread 20 Thou dost with hateful scandals wound thy brother, and with lies confound

The offspring of thy mother's bed. 21 These things didst thou, whom still I strore to gain with silence and with love;

Till thou didst wickedly surmise, That I was such a one as thou :

but I'll reprove and shame thee now,

And set thy sins before thine eyes. 22 Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I let all my belts of vengeance fly,

Whilst none shall dare your cause to own. 23 who praises me, due honour gives; and to the man that justly lives,

My strong salvation shall be shewn.

AVE mercy, Lord, on me,

as thou wert ever kind: Let me, opprest 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. 4 Against thee, Lord, alone,

and only in thy sight, Have I transgress'd, and, tho' condemn'd, must own thy judgment right. 5 In guilt each part was forin'd

of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceiv'd, and born

the heir of sin and shame. 6 Yet thou, whose searching eye

doth inward truth require, In secret didst with wisdom's laws

my tender soul inspire. 7 With hyssop purge me, Lord,

and so I clean shall be; I shall with snow in whiteness vie,

when purified by thee. 8 Make me to hear with joy

thy kind forgiving voice; That so the bones which thou hast broke may with fresh strength rejoice. 9, 10 Blot out my crying sins,

nor me in anger view; Create in me a heart that's clean,

an upright mind renew.

The Second Part. 11 Withdraw not thou thy help,

nor cast me from thy sight; Nor let thy holy Spirit take

its everlasting flight. 12 The joy thy favour gives

let me again obtain; And thy free Spirit's frm support

my fainting soul sustain. 13 So I thy righteous ways

to sinners will impart, Whilst my advice shall wicked men to thy just laws concert. 14 My guilt of blood reinove,

my Saviour and my God; And my glad tongue shall loudly tell thy righteous acts abroad. 15 Do thou unlock my lips,

with sorrow clos'd and shame : Soshall my mouth thy wondrous praise to all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone,

whole flocks and herds should die; But on such ofl'rings thou disdain'st to cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is

by God most highly priz'd; By him a broken contrite heart

shall never be despid. 18 Let Sion farour tind,

of thy good-will assurd; And thy own city flourish long,

by lofty walls secur'd. 19 The just shall then attend,

and pleasing tribute pas; And sacrifice of choicest kind

upon thy altar lay.

IN vain, o man of lawless might,

thou boast'st thyself in ill
Since God, the God in whom I trust, vouchsafes his favour sull.
2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales maliciously devtse,
And, sharper than a razor sei,

it wounds with treach'rous lies.

3, 4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than good, on lies than truth employ'd;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which the guiltless are destroy'd.
6 God shall for ever blast thy hopes,

and snatch thee soon away; Nor in thy dwelling-place perinit,

nor in the world to stay. 6 The just, with pious fear, shall see the downfall of thy pride; And at thy sudden ruin laugh,

and thus thy fall deride: 7 See there the man that haughty was, who proudly God defied, Who trusted in his wealth, and still on wicked arts relied. 8 But I am like those olive plants

that shade God's temple round; And hope with his indulgent grace

to be for ever crown'd. 9 So shall my soul with praise, O God, extol thy wondrous love; And on thy Name with patience wait; for this thy saints approve.

PSALM LIII. THE wicked fools must sure suppose

that God is but a name; This gross mistake their practice shows, since virtue all disclaim. 2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n's high tow'r, the sons of men to view; To see if any own'd his pow'r,

or truth or justice knew. 3 But all, he saw, were backwards gone, degen’rate grown, and base : None for religion car'd, not one

of all the sinful race. 4 But are those workers of deceit

so dull and senseless grown, That they, like bread, my people eat, and God's just pow'r disown? 5 Their causeless fear, shall strangely grow, and they, despis'd of God, Shall soon be foil'd; his hand shall throw their shatter'à bones abroad. 6 Would he his saving pow'r employ to break our servile band, Loud shouts of universal joy

should echo through the land.



ORD, save me, for thy glorious Name, and in thy strength appear,

Tojudge my cause ; accept my pray'r, and to my words give ear.
8 Mere strangers, whom I never wrong'd, to ruin me design'd;
And cruel men, that fear no God,

against my soul combin'd. 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 : 6 While I my grateful oil'ring bring, and sacrifice with joy; And in his praise my time to come delightfully employ. 7 From dreadful danger and distress the Lord hath set me free; Through him shall I of all my foes

the just destruction see.

LIVE ear, thou Judge of all the earth, and listen when I pray;

Nor from thy humble suppliant turn thy glorious face away.
2 Attend to this my sad complaint, and hear my grievous moans ;
Whilst I my mournful case declare with artless sighs and groans.
& Hark, how the foe insults aloud!

how fierce oppressors rage ! Whose sland'rous 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.


The Second Part. 9 Destroy, O Lord, their ill designs, their counsels soon divide; For through the city my griev'd eyes have strife and rapine spierl. 10 By day and night on ev'ry wall

they walk their constant round; And in the midst of all her strength are grief and mischief found. 11 Whoe'er through ev'ry part shall roam, with fresh disorders meet; Deceit and guile their constant posts maintain in ev'ry street. 12 For 'twas not any open foe

that false reflections made; For then I could with ease have borne the bitter things he said: Twas none who hatred had profess'd that did against me rise; For then I hail withdrawn myself

from his malicious eyes: 13, 14 But'twas e'en thou, my guide, my friend, whom tend'rest love did join; Whose sweet advice I valu'd most,

whose pray'rs were mix'd with mine.

15 Sure vengeance, equal to their crimes, such traitors must surprise ;
And sudden death requite those ills they wickedly devise.
16, 17 But I will call on God, who still shall in my aid appear;
Al morn, and noon, and night I'll pray, and he my voice shall hear.

The Third Part.
18 God has releas'd my soul from those that did with me contend;
And made a num'rous host of friends my righteous cause defend.
19 For he, who was my help of old, shall now his suppliant hear ;
And punish them, whose prosp'rous state makes them no God to fear.
20 Whom can I trust, if faithless men perfidiously devise
To ruin me, their peaceful friend,

and break the strongest ties? 21 Tho' soft and inelting are their words, their hearts with war abound; Their speeches are more smooth than oil, and yet like swords they wound. 22 Do thou, my soul, on God depend, and he shall thee sustain; He aids the just, whom to supplant the wicked strive in vain. 23 My fou that trade in lies and blood, shall all untimely die; Whilst I for health and length of days on thee, my God, rely.

Dothom... God, in mercy help,


for man my life pursues; To crush me with repeated wrongs

he daily strife renews. 2 Continually my spiteful foes

to ruin me combine; Thou seest, who sitt'st enthron'd on high, what mighly numbers join. 3 But though sometimes surpris'd by fear, on danger's first alarm, Yet still for succour I depend

on thy Almighty arın. 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 provok'd,) this impious race chastise. 8 Thou number'st all my steps, since first I was compell'd to flee; My very tears are treasur'd up,

and register'd by thee. 9 When therefore I invoke thy aid, my foes shall be o'erthrown; For I am well assurd 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 retriev'd my soul from death, and thou wilt still secure The life thou hast so oft preservid,

and make my footsteps sure : That thus protected by thy pow'r,

I inay this light enjoy, And in the service of my God

my lengthen'd days einploy.


Y mercy, Lord, to me extend, on thy protection I depend;

And to thy wing for shelter haste, till this outrageous storini past. 2 To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly,

theu sov'reign Judge and God most high, Who wonders hast for me begun,

and wilt not leave thy work undone. 3 From heav'n protect me by thine arm, and shame alltho-e who seek my harm; To my relief thy mercy send,

and truth, on which my hopes depend. 4 For I with savage men converse, like hungry lions wild and fierce', (swords With men whose teeth are spears, their words envenom'd darts, and two-edia 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, oberit. 6 To take me they their net prepar'd, and had almost my soul ennari; But fell themselves, by just decree, into the pit they made for me. 7 O God, my heart is fix'u, 'tis bent, its thankful tribute to present; And with my heart my voice I'll raise to thee, my God, in song, of praise.

Awake, my glory; harp and lute, no longer let your stringi be mute; And I, my tuneful part to take,

will with the early dawn amake. 9 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound

to all the lise'ning nations round: 10 Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, thy truth beyond the clouds estetus u Be thou, o God, exalted high;

and, as thy klury hills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd,

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PEAK, Oye judges of the earth, if just your sentence be;

to Heav'n from your decree? 2 Your wicked hearts and judgments are alike by malice sway'd; 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. 5 Unmov'd by good advice, and deaf as adders they remain; From whom the skilful charmer's voice can no attention gain. 6 Defeat, o God, their threat'ning rage, and timely break their pow'r; Disarm these growing lions'jawa,

ere practis'd to devour. 7 Let now their insolence, at height, like ebbing tides be spent: Their shiver'd darts deceive their aim, when they their bow have bent. 8 Like snails let them dissolve to slime; like hasty births become, Unworthy to behold the sun,

and dead within the womb. 9 Ere thoms can make the flesh-pots boil, tempestuous wrath shall come From God, and snatch them hence alive to their eternal doom. 10 The righteous shall rejoice to see their crunes such vengeance meet, And saints in persecutors' blood

shall dip their harmless feet. 11 Transgressors then with grief shall see just men rewards obtain; And own a God, whose justice will the guilty earth arraign.

ELIVER me, o Lord my God, from all my spiteful foes;

In my defence oppose thy pow'r to their's, who me oppose. 2 Preserve me from a wicked race,

who make a trade of ill; Protect me from remorseless men,

who seek my blood to spill. 3 They lie in wait, and mighty pow'rs against my life combine: Implacable; yet, Lord, thou know'st for no offence of mine. 4 In haste they run about, and watch my guiltless life to take: Look down, o Lord, on my distress, and to my help awake! 5 Thou, Lord of hosts, and Israel's God, their heathen rage suppress: Relentless vengeance take on those

who stubbornly transgress. 6 At ev'ning to beset my house

like growling dogs they meet; While others through city range, and ransack ev'ry street. 7 Their throats envenom'd slander breathe, their tongues are sharpen'd swords; Who hears, say they, or, hcaring, dares reprove our lawless words? 8 But from thy throne thou shalt, o Lord, their batlled plots deride; And soon to scom and share expose their boasted heathen pride. 9 On thee I wait,'tis on thy strength for succour I depend; 'Tis thou, o God, art my defence,

who only canst defend. 10 Thy mercy, Lord, which has so oft fron danger xet me free, Shall crown my wishes, and subdue my haughty foes to me. 11 Destroy them not, O Lord, at once, restrain thy vengeful blow, Lest we, ingratefully, too soon

forget their overthrow. Disperse them through the nations round by thy avenging pow'r: Do ihou bring down their haughty pride, O Lord, our shield and tow'r. 12 Now, in the height of all their hopes, their arrogance chastise; Whose tongues have sinn'd without restraint, and curses join'd with lies. 13 Nor shalt thou, whilst their race endures, thine anger, Lord, suppress, That distant lands, by their just doom, may Israel's God confess. 14 At ev'ning let them still persist like growling dogs to meet, Still wander all the city round,

and traverse ev'ry street. 15 Then, as for malice now they do, for lunger let them stray, And yell their vain complaints aloud,

defeated of their prey. 16 Whilst early I thy mercy sing,

thy wondrous pow'r confess; For thou hast been my sure defence, my refuge in distress. 17 To thee with never-ceasing praise, O God, my strength, I'll singi Thou art my God, the rock from whence my health and safety spring.

PSALM LX. O God, who hase our troops dispers’ul, forsaking those who left thee first;

to us in mercy, Lord, return. 2 Our strength, that firm as earth did stand, is rent by thy avenging hand: o heal the breaches thou hast made we shake, we fall, without thy aid.

3 Our folly's sad effects we feel,

for, drunk with discord's cup, we reel; 4 But now for them who thee rever'd, thou hast thy truth's bright banner rear'd. 5 Let thy right hand thy saints protect: Lord, hear the pray'rs that we direct ! 6 The holy God hath spoke; and I, o'erjoy'd, on his firm word rely. To thee in portions I'll divide

fair Sichem's soil, Samaria's pride; To Sichem, Succoth next I'll join,

and measure out her vale by line. 7 Manasseh, Gilead, both subscribe to my commands, with Ephraim's tribe; Ephraim by arms supports my cause, and Judah by religious laws. 8 Moab my slave and drudge shall be, nor Edom from my yoke get free; Proud Palestine's imperious state

shall humbly on our triumph wail. 9 But who shall quell these mighty pow'rs, and clear my way to Edom's tow'rs? Or through her guarded frontiers tread the path that doth to conquest lead? 10 E'en thou, O God, who hast disperst our troops, (for we forsook thee first, I Those whom thou didst in wrath forsake, aton'd, thou wilt victorious makc. 11 Do thou our fainting cause sustain,

for human succours are but vain: 12 Fresh strength and courage God bestows, 'tis he treads down our proudest foes.


al grief, 2 From earth's remotest parts address to thee for kind relief. o lodge me safe beyond the reach

of persecuting pow'r; 3 Thou, who so oft from spiteful foes hast been my shelt'ring tow'r. 4 So shall I in thy sacred courts

secure from danger lie; Beneath the covert of thy wings

all future storms defy. 5 In sign my vows are heard, once more I o'er thy chosen reign; 6 o bless with long and prosp'rous life the king thou didst ordain. 7 Confirm his throne, and make his reign accepted in thy sight, And let thy truth and mercy both

in his defence unite. 8 So shall I ever sing thy praise,

thy Name for ever bless; Devote my prosp'rous days to pay

the vows of my distress.

Y soul for help on God

from him alone my safety Nows; 3 How long will ye contrive my fall, which will but hasten on your own? You'll totter like a bending wall,

or fence of uncemented stone. 4 To make my envied honours less they strive with lies, their chief delight; For they, tho' with their mouths they bless, in private curse with inward spite. 5, 6 But thou, my soul, on God rely; on him alone thy trust repose; My rock and health will strength supply to bear the shock of all my foes. 7 God does his saving health dispense, and flowing blessings daily send; He is my fortress and defence,

on him my soul shall still depend. 8 In him, ye people, always trust,

before his throne pour out your hearts; For God, the merciful and just,

his timely aid to us imparts. 9 The vulgar fickle are and frail;

the great dissemble and betray; And laid in truth's impartial scale, the lightest things will both outweigh. 10 Then trust not in oppressive ways, by spoil and rapine grow not vain, Nor let your hearts, if wealth increase, be set too much upon your gain. 11 For God has oft his will expressid, and I this truth have fully known: To be of boundless pow'r possessid

belongs of right to God alone. 12 Though mercy is his darling grace, in which he chietly takes delight, Yet will he all the human race

according to their works requite.

PSALM LXIII. O God, my gracious God, to thee my morning pray'rs shall offer'd be;

For thee my thirsty soul doth pant: My fainting flesh implores thy grace, within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want. 2 o to my longing eyes once more

that view of glorious pow'r restore,

Which thy majestick house displays! 3 Because to me thy wondrous lore than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak thy praise. 4 My life, while I that life enjoy, in blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore his Name: 5 My soul's content shall be a great as their who choicest dainties eat,

While I with joy his praise proclaim. 6 When down I lie sweet sleep to find, thou, Lord, art present to my mind;

And wheu I wake in dead of night:

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