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True wisdom's hanish'd from his hreast,
4 His wakeful malice spends the night
His ohstinate, ungen'ruus spite
5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
6 Thy justice like the hills remains;
are; Thy proi idence the world sustains; The whole creation is thy care.
7 Since of thy goodness all partake, Willi what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make.
And saints to thy protection trust! a Such guests shall to thy courts he led,
To hanquet on thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last. 9 With thee the springs of life remain }
Thy presence i.s eternal day: iO O let thy saints thy favour gain;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
11 Whilst pride's insulting foot would
spurn, And wicked hands my life surprise,
12 Their mischiefs on themselves re
turn; Down, down they're fnll'n, no more to rise.
THOUGH wicked men grow rich or
2 Tor they, cut down like tender grass;
Whose hlooming heauty soon decays.
3 Depend on God, and him ohey,
Sec ure from danger and from want:
4 Make his commands thy chief delight; And he, thy duty to requite,
Shall i;ll thy earnest wishes grant.
6 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord, And he will needful help afford,
Tn perfect every just design; fl He'll make,like light, serene nnd clear, Thy clouded innocence appear,
And as a inid-day sun to shine.
7 With quiet mind on God depend,
Nor let thy anger fondly rise,
Which they maliciously devise.
8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake;
9 For Sod shall sinful men destroy; Whilst only they the land enjoy.
Who trust on biin, anil wait his time.
10 How soon shall wicked men decay! Their place shall vanish quite away.
Nor hy the strictest search be found ;j
11 Whilst humble souls possess the
earth, Rejoicing still with godly mirth, With peace and plenty always crown'd. PART II.
12 While sinful crowds, with false design, Against the righteous few comblne,
And gnash their teeth and threat'ning stand ■, IS God shall their empty plots deride, And laugh at their defeated pride:
He sees their ruin near at hand.
14 They draw the sword, and bend the
how, The poor and needy to o'erthrow, And men of upright lives to slay;
15 But their strong hows shall soon be
broke, Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke Through their own hearts shall force its way.
16 A little, with God's favour bless'd, That's hy one righteous man possess'd,
The wealth of many had excels;
17 For God supports the just man's
cause: But as for those that break his laws, Their unsuccessful pow'r ne quells.
18 His constant care the upright guides, And over all their life presides;
Their portion shall for ever last: J9 They, when distress o'erwhelms the
earth. Shall be unmov'd and ev'n in dearth,
The happy fruits of plenty taste. 20 Not so the wiched man, and those Who proudly dare God's will oppose;
Destruction is their hapless share: Like fat of Iambs, their hopes, and they, Shall in an instant melt away,
And vanish into smoke and air. PART III. 31 Whilst sinners, brought to sad decay, Still horrow on, and never pay,
The just have will and pow'r to give;
22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, Shall peaceably the earth possess;
And those he curses shall not live
23 The good man's way is God's dte
ttght; He orders all the steps aright
Of him that moves by his command; 44 Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd, For God upholds htm with hi* hand.
25 From my first youth, tm age pifr
1 never saw the righteous fail'd, Or wa'fi. u'ertai■ij his num"rous mw;
26 Because compassion iill'd bls heart, And he 'id cheerio ly impart,
God made his offspring's wealth increase.
27 With caution shun each wiched deed, In virtue's ways with zeal proceed,
And so prolong your happy days;
28 For God, who judgment loves, doel still
Preserve his saints secure from ill.
While soon the wicked race decays. 29s 30, 31 The upright shall posses iba
kind; His portion shall for ages stand;
His mouth with wisdom is supiih/di His tongue hy rules of judgment n.ova; His heart the law of God approve^;
Therefore his footsteps never slide. PART IV.
32 In wait the watchful sinner lies, In vain the righteous to surprise;
In vain his ruin does decree:
33 God will not him defenceless letre, To his revenge espos'd, but save;
And, when he's sentenc'd, set him free.
34 Wait still on God; keep his command, And thou, exalted in the land.
Thy blest possession ne'er shall lprit: The wicked soon destroy'd shall be, And at his dismal tragedy
Thou shalt a safe spectator sit.
35 The wicked I in pow'r have seen, And, like a hay-tree, fresh and green
That spreads its pleasant branch* round:
36 But he was gone as swift as thoa?btI And, though in ev'ry place I sougLt,
No sign or track of hiin I found.
37 Observe the perfect man with care And mark aJi such as upright are;
Their roughest days in peace shall eni
38 While on the latter end cf Uiose Who dare God's sacred will oppose,
A common ruin shall attend. 38 God to the just will aid afford; Their only safeguard is the Lord;
Their strength in time of needab? 40 Because on him they still depend, The Lord will timely succour send.
And from the wicked set them fni
THY chast'ning wrath, O Lord, *
2 In ev'ry wretched part of me
Thy heavy hand's amietingweight
3 My flesh is one cuntinu'd wound,
Betwixt my punishment and guilt
4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
And, for my feehle strength to hear,
5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds, My folly's just return;
6 With trouhle I am warp'd and how'd, And all day long I mourn.
7 A loath'd disease afflicts my loins, Infecting ev'ry part;
8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar Through anguish of my heart.
9 But, Lord, hefore thy searching; eyes All my .desires appear;
And sure my groans have heen too loud, Not to have reach'd thine ear.
10 My heart's oppress'd, my strength
11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen, gaze aloof On such a dismal sight;
12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life, Their snares to take me set;
Vent slanders, and contrive all day
13 But I, as if hoth deaf and dumh,
14 Quite deaf and dumh, like one whose
15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
AssurM that thou, the righteous God, My injur'd cause wilt clear;
16 'Hear me,' said 1, ' lost my proud
foes *A spiteful joy display; * Insulting:, if they see my foot * But on.:e to go astray.'
17 And, with continual grief oppress'd To sink I now hegin;
18 1 o '-Lee, 1 • Lord, I will confess, To thee hevaii my sin.
19 But wjKsr I languish, my proud foes Their strength .inJ vig»i,r hoast;
And they that hate me without cause Are gvO\vn a dreadful host.
20 Ev'n they whomIohiig'd,return'd My kmiiness with despite:
And are my enemies, hecause
21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
22 Jllake haste to my relief, 0 thoa, Who ray salvation art.
RESOLV'O to watch o'er all my ways,
1 curo'd my hasty words, when I
From good discourse; hut that restraint
3 My heart did glow with working
4 Lord, let me know my term of days*
Thenum'rous train of ills.disclose,
5 My life, thou know 'st, is hut a span j
And ev'ry man, in hest estate,
6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks*' With fruitless cares oppress'd;
He heaps up wealth, hut cannot tell
7 Why then should I on worthless toy* With anxious cares attend?
On thee alone my steadfast hope
Shall ever, Lord, depend. 8, 9 Forgive my sin*; nor let me scorn'4
By foolish sinners he;
Because 'twas done hy thee. ,
10 The dreadful hurden of thy wrath In mercy soon remove;
Lest my frail flesh, too weak to hear 1
The heavy load should prove.
11 For when thou chast'nest man for sin, Thou mak'st his heauty fade,
(6o vain a thing is he) like cloth By fretting mollis decay'd.
12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears.
Who sojourn like a stranger here,
13 0! spare me yet a little time}
Before I vanish quite from hence,
I Waited meekly for the Lord,
2 He took ine from the dismal pit,
On solid ground he plac'd my feet,
3 The wonders he for me has wrought Shall fill my mouth with songs of
And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like delivVance raise. 4 For blessings shall that man reward.
Who on th* Almighty Lord relies; Who treats the proud with disregard,
And hates the hypoerite's.lisgU!se. 3 Who can the wondrous works recount
Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought? The treasures of thy love surmount
The pow'r of numbers, speech, and
OffVings and sacrifice alone;
For man's transgression to atone.
7 I therefore come—come to fulfil
8 Tis my delight to do thy will;
Thy truth and righteousness at large,
Thy faithfulness and saving grace; But preach'd thy love, for all designed, I That all might that, and truth, embrace.
11 Then let those mercies I declar'd
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
12 For I with troubles am distress'd,
Jfor Ies% with loads of guilt oppress'd,
As soon, alas ! may I recount
My vanquish' d courage they surmount,
And fill my drooping soul with dread.
13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
In my deli v Vance, Lord, appear,
14 Confusion on their heads return,
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
15 Their doom let desolation be, i With shame their malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my confidence in thee,
16 While those who humbly seek thy
17 Thus, wretched though I run ud poor. Of me th* Almighty Lord takes care; Thou God, who only can'st restore, To my relief with speed repair. PSALM XLI.
HAPPY the man whose tender care Helieves the poor distressVi! When troubles compass him around, The Lord shall give him rest■
2 The Lord his life, with blessing* cmwn'd,
In safety shall prolong;
3 If he in languishing estate,
The Lord will easy make his bed,
4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
■ Lord, ibr thy mercy heal my soul, 'Though I have much transgress'd.'
5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words, Attempt,to wound my fame;
When shall he die,' say they, 'and
6 Suppose they formal visits moke,
They gather mischief in their heirts.
And vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whispers, such u .these,
To hurt me they devise: 'A sore disease afflicts him now;
'He's falTn, no more to rise.'
9 My own familiar hosom-friend,
Has me, whose daily guest he was,
10 But thou "my sad and wretched state,
In mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their crimes May meet thegr just reward.
11 By this I know thy gracious ear
Because thou surT'rest not my foes
12 Thy tender care secures my life
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and Gad From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
AS pants.the hartfovcooling'streAJUi
2 For thee, my God, the living God,
O! when shall I behold thy face,
3 Tears are my constant food, while thus Insulting foes upbraid;
■ Deluded wretch! where'* now thy
God? * And where his promis'd aid?'
4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.
My solemn vows to pay,
That kept the festal day.
5 Why restless, why cast down, my
soul? Trust God; who will employ 11 is aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy.
6 My soul's cast down, b God! but
tI links On thee and Slon still; From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, And Mizar's humhler hill.
7 One trouble calls another on, And, gath'ring o'er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.
Has once dispell'd this storm,
And all my vows perform.
9 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos d
10 My heart is piere'd, as with a sword, While thus my foes upbraid:
■ Vain biM.icr, where is now thy God 'And where his promis'd aid?'
11 Why restless, why cast down, my
soul? TTope still; and thou shalt sing Tht praise nf him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. PSALM XLIII. TUST Judge of heav'n,against my foes cf Do thou assert my i"tur'd rhjht; O set me free, my God, from those That In deceit and wrong delight.
2 Since thou art still my only stay. Why leav'st thou me in deep distress
Why go I mourning all the day,
8 Let me with light and truth be
blest; Be these my guides to lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I rest. And in thy sacred temple pray.
4 Then wilt 1 there fresh altars raise To God,who is my only joy;
And well tun'd harps, with songs of praise, Shall all my grateful hours employ.
5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why So much oppress'd with anxious care:
On God, thv God, for aid rely,
OLORD, our fathers oft hare told
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst
3 For not their courage, nor their
To them possession gave; Nor strength, that from unequal force
Their fainting troops could save. But thy right hand, and pow'rful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd; Thy presence with the choscb race,
Who thy great name ador'd.
4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, Thou art our sov'reign King;
0! therefore, as thou didst to them, To us deliv'rance bring.
5 Through thy victorious name, our arms The proudest foes shall quell;
And crush them with repeated strokes, As oft as they rebel.
6 I'll neither trust my how nor sword, When 1 in fight engage;
7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, And shain'd their spiteful ra^e.
8 To thee the trinmph we ascribe,
In God we will rejoice all day,
9 But thou hast cast us off; and now
For thou no more vouchsaf st to lead
10 Since when, to ev*ry upstart foe
Ard with our spoil their malice feast,
11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like
sheep. Into their mitch'riner hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) survive, ihspers'd through heathen lands.
12 Thy people thou hast sold for