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is Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose To thy Almighty name. PSALM XXII. Y God, my God, why leav'stthoume When I with anguish faint? o' why so far from me remov’d, And from my loud complaint? 2 All day, but all the day unheard, To thee do I complain; With cries implore relief all might, But cry all might in vain. 3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge Of innocence oppress'd; And therefore Israel's praises are Of right to thee address'd, 4, 5 on thee our ancestors rely'd, And thy deliv'rance found; with pious considence they pray'd, And with success were crown'd. 6 But I am treated like a worm; Like mone of human birth; Not only by the great revil'd, But made the rabble’s mirth. 7 With laughter all the gazing crowd My agonies survey; They shoot the lip, they shake the head, And thus deriding say: 3 * In God he trusted, boasting oft ‘That he was heaven's delight; * Let God come down to save i. 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, I was thy early care. 0 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs My helpless infant days; And since hast been my God, and guide, Through life's bewilder'd ways. 11. Withdraw not them so far from When trouble is so nigh; O send me help! thy help, on which I only can rely. 12 High-pamper'd bulls, herd, From Basan's forest met, With strength proportion'd to their - rage, Have me around beset. 13 They gape on me, and every mouth yawning grave appears; The desertion’s savage roar
Are rackd and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breas,
parch'd; My tongue cleaves to my jaws; And to the silent shades of death My fainting soul withdraws. 16 Like blood-hounds, to surround: they In pack’d assemblies meet: They pierc'd my inoffensive hands; They pierc'd my harmless feet. 17 My body's rack'd, till all my bos. Distinctly may be told; Yet such a spectacle of woe As pastime they behold. 18. As spoil, my garments they divio Lots for my vesture cast; 19. Therefore approach, O Lord, I strength, And to my succour haste. 20 From their sharpswords prote: me, Of all but life bereft; Nor let my darling in the power Of cruel dogs be left. 21. To save me from the lion's jaws, Thy present succour send; As once, from goring unicorns, Thou didst my life defend. 22 Then to my brethren I'll declan The triumphs of thy name; In presence of assembled saints Thy glory thus proclaim: 23 “Ye worshippers of Jacob's God “All you of Israel's line, “O praise the Lord, and to your prio ‘Sincere obedience join. 24 He me'er disdain’d on low dist: “To cast a gracious eye; “Nor turn’d from poverty his face, “But hears its humble cry.
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humble worship to his throne ey all for aid resort; pow'r, which first their beings gave, n only them support. Then shall a chosen spotless race, voted to his name, eir admiring heirs his truth, d glorious acts, proclaim.
IE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide; Shepherd, by whose constant care wants are all supply'd. tender grass he makes me feed, d gently there repose; leads me to cool shades, and where sreshing water flows.
does my wand'ring soul reclaim, d, to his endless praise, uct with humble zeal to walk his most righteous ways. ass the gloomy vale of death, ym fear and danger free; here his aiding rod and staff send and comfort me. presence of my spiteful foes does my table spread; owns my cup with cheerful wine, th oil anoints my head. ce God doth thus his wondrous love rough all my life extend, life to him. I will devote, d in his temple spend.
[Espacious earth is all the Lord's, The Lord's her fulness is; world, and they that dwell therein, Sov’reign right are his. fram’d and fix’d it on the seas; 1 his Almighty hand, inconstant floods, has made ! stable fabric stand. for himself, this Lord of all chosen seat design'd; lo shall to that sacred hill erv'd admittance find? man, whose hands and heart are pure, ose thoughts from pride are free; homest poverty prefers gainful perjury. 5, this is he on whom the Lord ll show'r his blessings down, * God, his Saviour, shall vouchsafe h righteousness to crown. his the race of saints, by whom sacred courts are trod; ach the proselytes that seek face of Jacob's God. o; your heads, eternal gates; old to entertain
The King of Glory: see : he comes
O God, in whom I trust,
And lead me in thy way;
On thee I wait all day. 6 Thy mercies, and thy love, O Lord, recall to mind: And graciously continue still, As thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful crimes Be blotted out by thee; And for thy wondrous goodness' sake, In mercy think on me. 8 His mercy, and his truth, The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring sinners home, And teaching them his ways. 9 He those in justice guides, Who his direction seek; And in his sacred paths shall lead The humble and the meek. 10 Through all the ways of God Both truth and mercy shine, To such as, with religious hearts, To his blest will incline.
And does his gracious cov'nant write
5 I hate the busy plotting crew,
Who make distracted times; And shun their wicked company,
As I avoid their crimes. 6 I’ll wash my hands in innocence,
And bring a heart so pure, That when thy altar I approach,
My welcome shall secure.
How thy renown excels;
#.Who thy honour dwells.
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[trusted that my future life hould with thy love be crown'd; alse my fainting soul had sunk, With sorrow compass'd round. God's time with patient faith expect, Who will inspire thy breast thinward strength: do thouthy part, ind leave to him the rest. PSALM XXVIII. | LORD, my rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath; answer, or I shall become ike those that sleep in death. egard my supplication, Lord, he cries that I repeat, th weeping eyes, and lifted hands, efore thy mercy-seat. et me escape the sinners' doom, Who make a trade of ill, lever speak the person fair, Whose blood they mean to spill. ccording to their crimes’ extent, et justice have its course; entless be to them, as they Iave sinn'd without remorse. ince they the works of God despise, Ior will his grace adore; wrath shall utterly destroy, ind build them up no more. out I, with due acknowledgment, Iis praises will resound, 'm whom the cries of my distress, ; gracious answer found. sy heart its confidence repos'd m.God, my strength and shield: lim I trusted, and return'd riumphant from the field. he hath made my joys complete, "is just that I should raise cheerful tribute of my thanks, nd 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 hine heritage to bless; h plenty prosper them, in peace; 1 battle, with success. PSALM XXIX. E princes, that in might excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare; 's glorious actions loudly tell, is wondrous pow'r to all declare. his great name fresh altars raise; evoutly due respect afford; in his holy temple praise, here he's with solemm state ador'd. is he that, with amazing moise, he wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks; ocean trembles at his voice, hen he from heav'n in thunder speaks
4, 5 How full of pow'r his voice appears!
Invested me with robes of state,
12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing
And, as thy favours endlessare,
14 But still my steadfast trust
That thou, my God, art good and just