18 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength My heart dissolves within my breast, disclose, And thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise compose To thy Almighty name. PSALM XXII. MY God, my God, why leav'st thou me When I with anguish faint? 3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge Of innocence oppress'd; And therefore Israel's praises are They shoot the lip, they shake the head, 8 In God he trusted, boasting oft That he was heaven's delight; 'Let God come down to save him now, 'And own his favourite." PART II. 9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womb A living offspring bear; When but a suckling at the breast, 0 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs My helpless infant days; And since hast been my God, and guide, O send me help! thy help, on which 12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning herd, From Basan's forest met, With strength proportion'd to their Like wax before the flame. 15 My strength, like potter's earth, parch'd; My tongue cleaves to my jaws; In pack'd assemblies meet: Yet such a spectacle of woe And to my succour haste. 20 From their sharp swords protect tho me, Of all but life bereft; Nor let my darling in the power 21 To save me from the lion's jaws, O praise the Lord, and to your praise 24 He ne'er disdain'd on low distress 25 Thus, in thy sacred courts, will The vows of my distress. 13 They gape on me, and every mouth 28 'Tis his supreme prerogative A yawning grave appears; The desert lion's savage roar 14 My blood like water's spill'd, joints Are rack'd and out of frame; my O'er subject kings to reign; 'Tis just that he should rule the world Who does the world sustain. 29 The rich, who are with plenty fed His bounty must confess; The sons of want, by him relier'd, ith humble worship to his throne They all for aid resort; hat pow'r, which first their beings gave, Can only them support. 31 Then shall a chosen spotless race, Devoted to his name, their admiring heirs his truth, And glorious acts, proclaim. PSALM XXIII. THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide; e Shepherd, by whose constant care My wants are all supply'd. an tender grass he makes me feed, mend gently there repose; en leads me to cool shades, and where tefreshing water flows. ole does my wand'ring soul reclaim, End, to his endless praise, truct with humble zeal to walk in his most righteous ways. pass the gloomy vale of death, rom fear and danger free; there his aiding rod and staff defend and comfort me. presence of my spiteful foes e does my table spread; crowns my cup with cheerful wine, ith oil anoints my head. nce God doth thus his wondrous love through all my life extend, dt life to him I will devote, tead in his temple spend. spacious earth is all the Lord's, The Lord's her fulness is; world, and they that dwell therein, Sov'reign right are his. run fram'd and fix'd it on the seas; PART d his Almighty hand, n inconstant floods, has made he stable fabric stand. it for himself, this Lord of all The chosen seat design'd; vho shall to that sacred hill (serv'd admittance find? he man, whose bands and heart are pure, hose thoughts from pride are free; honest poverty prefers the gainful perjury. his, this is he on whom the Lord rect your heads, eternal gates; The King of Glory: see! he comes 8 Who is the King of Glory? who? 9 Erect your heads, ye gates; unfold The King of Glory: see! he comes 10 Who is the King of Glory? who? O God, in whom I trust, O! let me not be put to shame, 4,5 To me thy truth impart, 6 Thy mercies, and thy love, And for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 8 His mercy, and his truth, The righteous Lord displays, Who his direction seek; 11 Since mercy is the grace, 14 For God to all his saints And does his gracious cov'nant write Who breaks the strong and treacherous snare, Which for my feet was laid. 16 0! turn, and all my griefs, In mercy, Lord, redress; For I am compass'd round with woes, O! from this dark and dismal state 19 Consider, Lord, my foes, How vast their numbers grow! From their fierce malice free; 22 To Israel's chosen race And, in the midst of all their wants, PSALM XXVI. JUDGE me, O Lord, for I the paths I cannot fail, who all my trust 10 Who others' rights, by secret bribey Or open force, invade. 11 But I will walk in paths of truth, And innocence pursue; Protect me, therefore, and to me Thy mercies, Lord, renew. 12 In spite of all assaulting foes, I still maintain my ground; And shall survive among thy saints, Thy praises to resound. PSALM XXVII. Wis saving health and light? THOM should I fear, since Godtoe Since strongly he my life supports, What can my soul affright? 2 With fierce intent my flesh to tear, When foes beset me round, They stumbled, and their haughty crests Were made to strike the ground 3 Through him my heart, undaunted dares, With mighty hosts to cope; His wondrous beauty there to view, In that secure recess: 6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty My lofty head shall raise; And I my joyful tribute bring, With grateful songs of praise. PART II. 7 Continue, Lord, to hear my voic Whene'er to thee I cry; 2, 3 Search thou my heart, whose inno- In mercy my complaints receive, cence Will shine the more 'tis try'd; 6 I'll wash my hands in innocence, Nor my request deny. 8 When us to seek thy glorious face Thou kindly dost advise; Thy glorious face I'll always seek My grateful heart replies. 9 Then hide not thou thy face, O L Nor me in wrath reject; My God, and Saviour, leave not him Thou didst so oft protect. 10 Though all my friends and kind too, Their helpless charge forsake; Yet thou, whose love excels them al Wilt care and pity take. 11 Instruct me in thy paths, O Lord My ways directly guide; Lest envious men, who watch mys Should see me tread aside. 12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes; Defeat their ill desire, Whose lying lips, and bloody hand Against my peace conspire. Who I trusted that my future life open Should with thy love be crown'd; Bal else my fainting soul had sunk, dim With sorrow compass'd round. ted me God's time with patient faith expect, by me Who will inspire thy breast siteith inward strength: do thou thy part, And leave to him the rest. shal sar PSALM XXVIII. y pre LORD, my rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath; answer, or I shall become HOM Is saving e strong le Like those that sleep in death. ith weeping eyes, and lifted hands, Let me escape the sinners' doom, d ever speak the person fair, hhibit Justice have its course; good swee lentless be to them, as they Have sinn'd without remorse. celince they the works of God despise, Nor will his grace adore; wrath shall utterly destroy, And build them up no more. there but I, with due acknowledgment, dis praises will resound, of his mil om whom the cries of my distress, gracious answer found. Godoy heart its confidence repos'd en God, my strength and shield: johim I trusted, and return'd gradriumphant from the field. he hath made my joys complete, Lois just that I should raise cheerful tribute of my thanks, And thus resound his praise: His aiding pow'r supports the troops, That my just cause maintain: was he advanc'd me to the throne; Tis he secures my reign.' reserve thy chosen, and proceed ehine heritage to bless; ith plenty prosper them, in peace; nd battle, with success. PSALM XXIX. E princes, that in might excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare; Dad's glorious actions loudly tell, lis wondrous pow'r to all declare. Ando his great name fresh altars raise; devoutly due respect afford; n in his holy temple praise, Where he's with solemn state ador'd. Tis he that, with amazing noise, he wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks; ocean trembles at his voice, When he from heav'n in thunder speaks [grow, 6 They, and the hills on which they Are sometimes hurry'd far away, And leap like hinds that bounding go, Or unicorns in youthful play. 7,8 When God, in thunder loudly speaks, And scatter'd flames of lightning sends, The forest nods, the desert quakes, And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 9 He makes the hinds to cast their young, And lays the beasts' dark coverts bare; While those that to his courts belong, Securely sing his praises there. 10,11 God rules the angry floods on high; His boundless sway shall never cease; His saints with strength he will supply, And bless his own with constant peace. PSALM XXX. T'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, Who didst thy pow'r employ To raise my drooping head, and check. My foes' insulting joy. 2, 3 In my distress I cry'd to thee, And from the grave's expecting jaws 4 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, 5 His wrath has but a moment's reign, His favour no decay; Your night of grief is recompens'd 6 But I, in prosp'rous days presum'd; For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw 8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd, Thy mercy's throne address'd: 'Thy wondrous truth recite? 10 'Hear me, O Lord, in mercy hear, 'Thy wonted aid extend; Do thou send help, on whom alone 'I can for help depend.' [scene 11 'Tis done! thou hast my mournful To songs and dances turn'd; Invested me with robes of state, PSALM XXXI. 3 Since thou, when foes oppress, To guide me forth from this distress, Which they have closely laid; To thee alone for aid. 5 To thee, the God of truth, I willingly resign. 6 All vain designs I hate Of those that trust in lies; And still my soul, in every state, PART II. 7 Those mercies thou hast shown, I'll cheerfully express; 114 But still my steadfast trust That thou, my God, art good and just, 15 Whate'er events betide, 18 Do thou their tongues restrain, For thou hast seen my straits, and known 8 When Keilah's treach'rous race And hear my just complaint; crease, And ev'n consum'd my bones. 11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd; My friends, at sight of me, were shock'd, As dead, and out of mind; Whose parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet sland'rous words they speak, And seem my pow'r to dread, Whilst they together counsel take, My guiltless blood to shed. 'I'm banish'd from thine eyes; PSALM XXXII. HE's gain'd No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd, And whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, My bones consum'd without relief; All day did I with anguish roar; But no complaints assuag'd my grie 4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, By day and night alike distress'd, Till quite of vital moisture drain'd, Like land with summer's drought o press'd. 5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd The guilt that tortur'd me within, |