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True wisdom's hanish'd from his hreast,
And vice has sole dominion there.

4 His wakeful malice spends the night
In forcing his accurs'd designs;

His ohstinate, ungen'ruus spite
No execrahle means declines.

5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
Ahove the heav'nly orh ascends }

Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading; sky extends.

6 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathum'd depths liiy judgment!

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
Yet let not their successful state
Thy anger or I hy envy raise;

2 Tor they, cut down like tender grass;
Or like young flowers, away shall pass,

Whose hlooming heauty soon decays.

3 Depend on God, and him ohey,
So thou within the land ehalt stay,

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,
And patiently for him attend;

Nor let thy anger fondly rise,
Tho' wicked men with wealth ahound.
And with success the plots are crown'd

Which they maliciously devise.

8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake;

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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, *
Though I deserve it all;
Nor let at once on me the storm
Of thy displeasure fall

2 In ev'ry wretched part of me
Thy arrows deep remain-;

Thy heavy hand's amietingweight
I can no more sustain.

3 My flesh is one cuntinu'd wound,
Thy wrath so fiercely glows;

Betwixt my punishment and guilt
My hones nave no repose.

4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
My sinking head o'erflow,

And, for my feehle strength to hear,
Too vast a hurden grow.

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

My eyes depriv'd of light;

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
To forge some new deceit:

13 But I, as if hoth deaf and dumh,
Nor heard, nor once reply'd; d'

14 Quite deaf and dumh, like one whose

With ,conscious guilt is ty'd.

15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
My innocence to hear;

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
I choose the path that's right.

21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Noi liar from me depart;

22 Jllake haste to my relief, 0 thoa, Who ray salvation art.

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RESOLV'O to watch o'er all my ways,
I kept my tongue in awe;

1 curo'd my hasty words, when I
The wicked prosp'rous saw. .
Lik:, one 'hat's dumh, I silent stood,
And did uiy tongue refrain

From good discourse; hut that restraint
Increas'd my inward pain.

3 My heart did glow with working

And no repose could take:
Till strong reflection faroi'd the fire,
And thus at leugth I spake;

4 Lord, let me know my term of days*
How soon my life will end:

Thenum'rous train of ills.disclose,
Which this frail state attend.

5 My life, thou know 'st, is hut a span j
A cypher eams my years;

And ev'ry man, in hest estate,
But vanity appears.

6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks*' With fruitless cares oppress'd;

He heaps up wealth, hut cannot tell
By whom 'twill he possess'd.

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;
For I was dumh, and murmur'd not,

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.
And listen to my prayer,

Who sojourn like a stranger here,
Ah all my tis.tlit.,is were.

13 0! spare me yet a little time}
My wasted strength restore,

Before I vanish quite from hence,
And shall he seen no more.

I Waited meekly for the Lord,
Till he vouchsafed a kind reply;
Who did his gracious ear afford,
Andheardfrom heaven my humhle cry.

2 He took ine from the dismal pit,
When founder'd deep in miry clay;

On solid ground he plac'd my feet,
And suffered not my steps to stray.

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
£ I've learnt that thou hast not desir'd

OffVings and sacrifice alone;
.Nor blood of guiltless beasts 'rquirM

For man's transgression to atone.

7 I therefore come—come to fulfil
The oracles thy nooks impart;

8 Tis my delight to do thy will;
Thy law is written in mv heart.

© In full assemblies I have told

Thy truth and righteousness at large,
Sfor did, thou know'st, my lips with-
From uttering what thou gav'st in
<0 Nor kept within my breast confin'd

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
To others, Lord, extend to me;

Thy loving-kindness my reward,
Thy truth my safe protection be.

12 For I with troubles am distress'd,
Too numberless for me to bear;

Jfor Ies% with loads of guilt oppress'd,
That plunge and sink me to despair.

As soon, alas ! may I recount
The hairs of this afflicted head:

My vanquish' d courage they surmount,

And fill my drooping soul with dread.

PART fir.

13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
For never was more pressing need;

In my deli v Vance, Lord, appear,
And add to that deli vVance speed.

14 Confusion on their heads return,
Who to destroy my soul comblne;

Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
Eusnar' d in their own vile design.

15 Their doom let desolation be, i With shame their malice be repaid,

Who mock'd my confidence in thee,
And snort of my affliction made.

16 While those who humbly seek thy

To joyful trinmph shall be rajs'd;
And all who prize thy saving grace,
With me rewound, The Lord be prata'd.

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;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.

3 If he in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness lie;

The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.

4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my pray r address'd;

■ 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

'Forget bls very name?'

6 Suppose they formal visits moke,
Tis all but empty show;

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,
On whom I most relv'd,

Has me, whose daily guest he was,
With open scorn defy'd.

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
Is open, wheal call;

Because thou surT'rest not my foes
To trinmph in my falL

12 Thy tender care secures my life
From danger and disgrace;

And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.

13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and Gad From age to age be bless'd;

And all the people's glad applause
With loud Aniens express^.

AS pants.the hartfovcooling'streAJUi
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O Ood, for thee.
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?

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.
When I advane'd with songs of praise,

My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng

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.
S But when thy presence, Lord of life,

Has once dispell'd this storm,
To thee I'll midnitrht anthems sing,

And all my vows perform.

9 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn;

Forlorn, forsaken, and expos d
To my oppressor's scorn?

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,
Whilst me insulting foes oppress?

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,
Who will thv ruin'd state repair.

OLORD, our fathers oft hare told
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders, in their days perform'd.
And elder times than theirs:

2 How thou, to plant them here, didst

The heathen from this land,
Dispeopled hy repeated strokes
Of thy avenging hand.

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,
From whom the conquest camet

In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless Ids name.

9 But thou hast cast us off; and now
Most shamefully we yield;

For thou no more vouchsaf st to lead
Cur armies to the field:

10 Since when, to ev*ry upstart foe
We turn our harks in fight;

Ard with our spoil their malice feast,
Who bear us ancient spite.

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

And set their price so low.
That not thv treasure, hy the sale,
But thair disgrace may grow.

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