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15 Then shall the richest incense smoke, 4 To him your voice in anthems rasse,

the fattest rams shall fall,

The choicest goats from out the fold,

and bullocks from the stall.

16 0! come all ye that fear the Lord,

attend with heedful care, Whilst I what God for me has done with grateful joy declare. 17, 18 As I before his aid implored, so now. I praise his name; Who, if my heart had harbour'd sin, would all my prayers disclaim. 19 But God to me, whene'er I cry'd, his gracious ear did bend, And to the voice of my request

with constant love attend.

20 Then bless'd for ever be my God, who never, when I pray, Withholds his mercy from my soul, nor turns his face away. PSALM 67.

To bless thy chosen race,

in mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of thy face on all thy saints to shine: 2 That so thy wondrous way

may through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, and thy salvation own.

S Let differing nations join to celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine to praise thy glorious name.

4 0 let them shout and sing with joy and pious mirth;

10 Where savages had ranged before,
at ease thou mad'st our tribes reside;
And, in the desert, for the poor

thy generous bounty did provide.

11 Thou gav'st the word; we sallied forth
and in that powerful word c'ercame;
While virgin-troops, with songs of mirth
in state our conquest did proclaim.

For thou, the righteous Judge and King, 12 Vast armies, by such generals led,

shalt govern all the earth."

5 Let differing natious join

to celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine to praise thy glorious name.

6 Then shall the teeming ground a large increase disclose;

And we with plenty shall be crown'd, which God, our God, bestows. 7 Then God upon our land

shall constant blessings shower; And all the world in awe shall stand of his resistless power.



ET God, the God of battle, rise, and scatter his presumptuous foes; Let shameful rout their host surprise, who spitefully his power oppose. 2 As smoke in tempest's rage is lost, or wax into the furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious host

Jehovah's awful name he bears,
In him rejoice, extol his praise,

who rides upon high-rolling spheres. 5 Him, from his empire of the skies, to this low world compassion draws, The orphan's clan to patronize,

and judge the injured widow's cause.
6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil
restores poor exiles to their home;
Makes captives free, and fruitless toil
their proud oppressor's righteous doom.
7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead
in person, Lord, our armies forth;
Strange teri ors through the desert spread,
convulsions shook th' astonish'd earth.

8 The breaking clouds did rain distil,
and heaven's high arches shook with fear;
How then should Sinai's humble hill

of Israel's God the presence bear?
9 Thy hand, at famish'd earth's complaint,
relieved her from celestial stores,
And when thy heritage was faint,

assuaged the drought with plenteous


before his wrathful presence waste. S But let the servants of his will

his favour's gentle beams enjoy; Their upright hearts let gladness fill, and cheerful songs their tongues employ.

as yet had ne'er received a foil, Forsook their camp with sudden dread,

and to our women left the spoil.

13 Though Egypt's drudges you have been, your army's wing shall shine as bright As doves, in golden sun-shine seen,

or silver'd o'er with paler light. 14 'Twas so, when God's almighty hand o'er scatter'd kings the conquest won; Our troops, drawn up on Jordan's strand, high Salmon's glittering snow outshone. 15 From thence to Jordan's farther coast, and Bashan's hill we did advance: No more her height shall Bashan boast, but that she's God's inheritance. 16 But wherefore (though the honour's great)

should this, O mountain, swell your pride? For Sion is his chosen seat,

where he for ever will reside.
17 His chariots numberless; his powers
are heavenly hosts, that wait his will;
His presence now fills Sion's towers,

as once it honour'd Sinai's hill.
18 Ascending high, in triumph thou
captivity hast captive led;

And on thy people didst bestow
the spoil of armies once their dread.
Ev'n rebels shall partake thy grace,
and humble proselytes repair
To worship at thy dwelling-place,

and all the world pay homage there.
19 For benefits each day bestow'd,
be daily his great name adored,
20 Who is our Saviour, and our God,
of life and death the sovereign Lord.
21 But justice for his harden'd foes
proportion'd vengeance bath decreed,

To wound the hoary head of those

who in presumptuous crimes proceed.
22 The Lord hath thus in thunder spoke:
"As I subdued proud Bashan's king,
"Once more I'll break my people's yoke,
"and from the deep my servants bring.
23"Their feet shall with a crimson flood
"of slaughter'd foes he cover'd o'er;
"Nor earth receive such impious blood,
"but leave for dogs th' unhallow'd gore."

24 When, marching to thy blest abode,
the wondering multitude survey'd
The pompous state of thee, our God,
in robes of majesty array'd;
25 Sweet singing Levites led the van;
loud instruments brought up the rear;
Between both troops, a virgin-train
with voice and timbrel charm'd the ear.
26 This was the burthen of their song:
"In full assemblies bless the Lord;
"All who to Israel's tribes belong,

From whence his dreadful voice we hear
like that of warring winds and tides.
34 Ascribe the power to God most high :
of humble Israel he takes care;
Whose strength, from out the dusky sky,
darts shining terrors through the air.
[35 How dreadful are the sacred courts,
where God has fix'd his earthly throne!
His strength his feeble saints supports,
to give God praise, and him alone.

SAVE me, O God, from waves that roll,
and press to overwhelm my soul:
2 With painful steps in mire I tread,
And deluges o'erflow my head.
3 With restless cries my spirits faint,
My voice is hoarse with long complaint;
My sight decays with tedious pain,
Whilst for my God. I wait in vain.
4 My hairs, though numerous, are but few,
Compared with foes that me pursue
With groundless hate; grown now of might
To execute their lawless spite.
They force me guiltless, to resign,
As rapine, what by right was mine:
5 Thou, Lord, my innocence dost see,
Nor are my sins conceal'd from thee.
6 Lord God of hosts, take timely care,
Lest, for my sake, thy saints despair;
7 Since I have suffer'd for thy name
Reproach, and hid my face in shame
8 A stranger to my country grown,
Nor to my nearest kindred known;
A foreigner, exposed to scorn
By brethren of my mother born.
9 For zeal to thy loved house and name
Consumes me like devouring flame;
Concern'd at their affronts to thee,
More than at slanders cast on me.
10 My very tears and abstinence
They construe in a spiteful sense:
11 When clothed with sackcloth for the


"of Israel's God the praise record." 27 Nor little Benjamin alone

from neighb'ring bounds did there attend, Nor only Judah's nearer throne

her counsellors in state did send; But Zebulun's remoter seat,

and Naphtali's more distant coast, The grand procession to complete, sent up their tribes, a princely host. 28 Thus God to strength and union brought our tribes, at strife till that blest hour; This work, which thou, O God,hast wrought, confirm with fresh recruits of power. 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend,

and Sion, thy terrestrial throne; Where kings with presents shall attend, and thee with offer'd crowns atone. 80 Break down the spearmen's ranks, who


like pamper'd herus of savage might: Their silver-armour'd chiefs defeat,

who in destructive war delight.
81 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth
her hands, and Afric homage bring;
32 The scatter'd kingdoms of the earth
their common sovereign's praises sing;
83 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere
of ancient heaven, sublimely rides;

They me their common proverb make.
12 Their judges at my wrongs do jest,
Those wrongs they ought to have redress'd:
How should I then expect to be
From libels of lewd drunkards free?
13 But, Lord, to thee I will repair
For help, with humble, timely prayer;
Relieve me from thy mercy's store;
Display thy truth's preserving power.
14 From threatening dangers me relieve,
And from the mire my feet retrieve;
From spiteful foes in safety keep,
And snatch me from the raging deep.
15 Control the deluge, ere it spread,
And roll its waves above my head;
Nor deep destruction's open pit
To close her jaws on me permit.
16 Lord, hear the humble prayer I make,
For thy transcending goodness' sake;

Relieve thy suppplicant once more
From thy abounding mercy's store.
17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face;
Make haste, for desperate is my case;
18 Thy timely succour interpose,
And shieid me from remorseless foes.
19 Thou know'st what infamy and scorn
I from my enemies have borne;
Nor can their close dissembled spite,
Or darkest plots escape thy sight.
20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart;
I look'd for some to take my part,
To pity or relieve my pain;
But look'd, alas! for both in vain.
21 With hunger pined, for food I call;
Instead of food, they give me gall;
And when with thirst my spirits sink,
They give me vinegar to drink.
22 Their tables, therefore, to their health
Shall prove a snare, a trap their wealth;
23 Perpetual darkness seize their eyes,
And sudden blasts their hopes surprise.
24 On them thou shalt thy fury pour,
Till thy herce wrath their race devour;
25 And make their house a dismal cell,
Where none will e'er vouchsafe to dwell.
26 For new afflictions they procured
For him who had thy stripes endured;
And made the wound, thy scourge had torn,
To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn.
27 Sin shall to sin their steps betray,
Till they to truth have lost the way:
28 From life thou shalt exclude their soul,
Nor with the just their names enrol.
29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor,
Thy strong salvation shall restore;
30 Thy power with songs I'll then proclaim,
And celebrate with thanks thy name.
31 Our God shall this more highly prize,
Than herds or flocks in sacrifice;
32 Which humble saints with joy shall see,
And hope for like redress with me.
33 For God regards the poor's complaint;
Sets prisoners free from close restraint:
34 Let heaven, earth, sea, their voices raise,
And all the world resound his praise.
35 For God will Sion's walls erect;
Fair Judah's cities he'll protect;
Till all her scatter'd sons repair
To undisturb'd possession there.

36 This blessing they shall, at their death,
To their religious heirs bequeath;
And they to endless ages more
Of such as his blest name adore.


Lord, to my relief draw near;

tever was more pressing need;

For my deliverance, Lord, appear, and add to that deliverance speed. 2 Confusion on their heads return, who to destroy my soul combine;

Let them. defeated, blush and mourn,
ensnared in their own vile design.
3 Their doom let desolation be;
with shame their malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my confidence in thee,
and sport of my afflictions made.

4 While those who humbly seek thy face,
to joyful triumphs shall be raised;
And all who prize thy saving grace,

with me shall sing, The Lord be praised
5 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
the mighty Lord of me takes care?
Thou, God, who only carst restore,
to my relief with speed repair.

IN thee I put my steadfast trust;
defend me, Lord, from shame;
Incline thine ear, and save my soul;
for righteous is thy name.
3 Be thou my strong abiding-place,
to which I may resort;
'Tis thy decree that keeps me safe;:
thou art my rock and fort.
4, 5 From cruel and ungodly men
protect and set me free;
For, from my earliest youth till now,
my hope has been in thee.
6 Thy constant care did safely guard
iny tender infant days;

Thou took'st me from my mother's womb,
to sing thy constant praise.

7,8 While soine on me with wonder gaze,
thy hand supports me still;
Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise,
my mouth shall always fill.
9 Reject not then, thy servant, Lord,
when I with age decay;

Forsake me not when, worn with years,
my vigour fades away.

10 My foes against my fame and me
with crafty malice speak;
Against my soul they lay their snares,

and mutual counsel take:

11 "His God," say they, "forsakes him now,
"on whom he did rely;
"Pursue and take him, whilst no hope
"of timely aid is nigh."

12 But thou, my God, withdraw not far,
for speedy help I call:

13 To shame and ruin bring my foes,
that seek to work my fall.

14 But as for me, my steadfast hope
shall on thy power depend;
And I in grateful songs of praise
my time to come will spend.

15 Thy righteous acts, and saving health,
my mouth shall still declare;
Unable yet to count them all,
though summ'd with utmost care.

16 While God vouchsafes me his support,
I'll in his strength go on;



The happy land shall every where
with endless peace abound.

And let his son, throughout his reign,
thy righteous laws respect.
2 So shall he still thy people judge
with pure and upright mind;
Whilst all the helpless poor shall him
their just protector find.

3 Then hills and mountains shall bring forth
the happy fruits of peace;
Which all the land shall own to be
the work of righteousness:

4 Whilst he the poor and needy race
shall rule with gentle sway;

And from their humble neck shall take oppressive yokes away.

5 In every heart thy awful fear shall then be rooted fast,

As long as sun and moon endure, or time itself shall last.

6 He shall descend like rain, that cheers the meadow's second birth;

Or like warm showers whose gentle drops refresh the thirsty earth.

7 In his blest days the just and good
shall be with favour crown'd;"

from sea to sea extend;
Begin at proud Euphrates' streams,
at nature's limits end.

9 To him the savage nations round
shall bow their servile heads;
His vanquish'd foes shall lick the dust,
where he his conquests spreads.
10 The king of Tarshish, and the isles,
shall costly presents bring;
From spicy Sheba gifts shall come,
and wealthy Saba's king.

11 To him shall every king on earth
his humble homage pay;
And differing nations gladly join
to own his righteous sway.
12 For he shall set the needy free,
when they for succour cry
Shall save the helpless and the poor,
and all their wants supply.


13 His providence for needy souls
shall due supplies prepare;
And over their defenceless lives
shall watch with tender care.

14 He shall preserve and keep their souls
from fraud and rapine free;

And, in his sight, their guiltless blood of mighty price shail be.

15 Therefore shall God his life and reign
to many years extend;

Whilst eastern princes tribute pay,
and golden presents send.

For him shall constant prayers be made,
through all his prosperous days;
His just dominion shall afford

a lasting theme of praise.

16 Of useful grain, through all the land
great plenty shall appear:
A handful, sown on mountains top,
a mighty crop shall bear:
Its fruits, like cedars shook by winds,
a rattling noise shall yield;
The city too shall thrive, and vie
for plenty with the field.

17 The memory of his glorious name
through endless years shall run;
His spotless fame shall shine as bright
and lasting as the sun.

In him the nations of the world
shall be completely bless'd,
And his unbounded happiness

by every tongue confess'd.
18 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,"
the God whom Israel fears;
Who only wondrous in his works,
beyond compare appears.


19 Let earth be with his glory fill'd
for ever bless his name.

Whilst to his praise the listening world their glad assent proclaim.


AT length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain
that God will to his saints be kind;
That all whose hearts are pure and clean
shall his protecting favour find.
2, 3 Till this sustaining truth I knew,
my staggering feet had almost fail'd;
I grieved the sinner's wealth to view,
and envy'd when the fools prevail'd.
4, 5 They to the grave in peace descend,
and, whilst they live, are hale and strong;
No plagues or troubles them offend,

which oft to other men belong.
6, 7 With pride, as with a chain,they're held,
and rapine seems their robe of state;
Their eyes stand out, with fatness swell'd,
they grow, beyond their wishes, great.
8, 9 With hearts corrupt, and lofty talk,
oppressive methods they defend;
Their tongue through all the earth doeswalk;
their blasphemies to heaven ascend.
10 And yet admiring crowds are found,
who servile visits duly make;
Because with plenty they abound,

of which their flattering slaves partake. 11 Their fond opinions these pursue, till they with them profanely cry, "How should the Lord our actions view? "can he perceive who dwells so high?" 12 Behold the wicked! these are they

who openly their sins profess And yet their wealth's increased each day, and all their actions meet success.

13, 14 ❝ Then have I cleansed my heart,"

said I,

"and washed my hands from guilt, in vain, "If all the day oppress'd I lie,

"and every morning suffer pain." 15 Thus did I once to speak intend; --but if such things I rashly say, Thy children, Lord, I must offend, and basely should their cause betray. PART II.

16, 17 To fathom this my thoughts I bent, but found the case too hard for me; Till to the house of God I went;

then I their end did plainly see. 18 How high soe'er advanced, they all on slippery places loosely stand Thence into ruin headlong fall,

cast down by thy avenging hand. 19, 20 How dreadful and how quick their fate!

despised by thee, when they're destroy'd; As waking men with scorn do treat

the fancies that their dreams employ'd. 21, 22 Thus was my heart with grief opprest, my reins were rack'd with restless pains; So stupid was I, like a beast,

23, 24 Yet still thy presence me supply'd
and thy right hand assistance gave:
Thou first shalt with thy counsel guide,
and then to glory me receive.
25 Whom then in heaven, but thee alone,
have I, whose favour I require?
Throughout the spacious earth there's none
that I besides thee can desire.
26 My trembling flesh, and aching heart,
may often fail to succour me;
But God shall inward strength impart,
and my eternal portion be.
27 For they that far from thee remove
shall into sudden ruin fall:
If after other gods they rove,

thy vengeance shall destroy them all
28 But as for me, 'tis good and just
that I should still to God repair}
In him I always put my trust,
and will his wondrous works declare,


WHY hast thou cast us off, O God
wilt thou no more return?
O! why against thy chosen flock
does thy fierce anger burn?
2 Think on thy ancient purchase, Lord
the land that is thy own,

By thee redeem'd; and Zion's mount,
where once thy glory shone.
SO! come and view our ruin'd state;
how long our troubles last;
See how the foe, with wicked
has laid thy temple waste.
Thy foes blaspheine thy none; where lats
The heathen there, with haughty pomp,
thy zealous servants pray'd,
their banners have display'd.


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5,6 Those curious carvings, which did once
advance the artist's fame,

With axe and hammer they destroy,
like works of vulgar frame.

7 Thy holy temple they have burn'd;
and what escaped the flame,
Has been profaned, and quite defaced,
though sacred to thy name.

8 Thy worship wholly to destroy
maliciously they aim'd;

And all the sacred places burn'd,
where we thy praise proclaim'd.
9 Yet of thy presence thou vouchsafest
no tender signs to send;

We have no prophet now, that knows
when this sad state shall end.


10 But, Lord, how long wilt thou permit
the insulting foe to boast?

Shall all the honour of thy name
for evermore be lost?


who no reflecting thought retains.

Why hold'st thou back thy strong right hand,

and on thy patient breast,

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