And others, to his worship brought, Who on th' Almighty Lord relies; And hates the hypocrite's disguise. Who can the wondrous works recount The treasures of thy love surmount 6 I've learnt that thou hast not desir'd 9 In full assemblies I have told hold From uttering what thou gav'st in charge: 10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd Thy faithfulness and saving grace; But preach'd thy love, for all design'd, That all might that, and truth, embrace 11 Then let those mercies I declar'd To others, Lord, extend to me; The hairs of this afflicted head: 13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near, And add to that deliv'rance speed. 14 Confusion on their heads return, Who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile design. 15 Their doom let desolation be, With shame their malice be repaid, Who mock'd my confidence in thee, And sport of my affliction made. 16 While those who humbly seek thy face, To joyful triumph shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving grace, With me resound, The Lord be prais'd. 17 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care: Thou God, who only can'st restore, To my relief with speed repair. PSALM XLI. H Relieves the poor APPY the man whose tender cart distress'd! When troubles compass him around, The Lord shall give him rest. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'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, for 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 men Forget his very name?" 6 Suppose they formal visits make, "Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief in their hearts, And vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whispers, such as these, To hurt me they devise: 'A sore disease afflicts him now; 'He's fall'n, no more to rise.' 19 My own familiar bosom-friend, On whom I most rely'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; From danger and disgrace; AS pants the hart for cooling stream When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. "PY For thee, my God, the living God, fears are my constant food, while thus Feluded wretch! where's now thy And where his promis'd aid?" sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts hose happy days present, Loren I, with troops of pious friends, thy temple did frequent. en I advanc'd with songs of praise, ly solemn vows to pay, d led the joyful sacred throng hat kept the festal day. PSALM XLIV. LORD, our fathers oft have told Thy wonders, in their days perform'd, 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst The heathen from this land, Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes soul? 'rust God; who will employ aid for thee, and change these sighs o thankful hymns of joy. ly soul's cast down, O God! but thinks n thee and Sion still; thom Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, and Mizar's humbler hill. ne trouble calls another on, nd, gath'ring o'er my head, Of thy avenging hand. 3 For not their courage, nor their To them possession gave; 4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, Spouting down, till round my soul 0! therefore, as thou didst to them, roaring sea is spread. ut when thy presence, Lord of life, od of my strength, how long shall I, My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, Hope still; and thou shalt sing PSALM XLIII. UST Judge of heav'n, against my foes Be these my guides to lead the way, To us deliv'rance bring. 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, 8 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu❜d, PART II. 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 Into their butch'ring hands; 12 Thy people thou hast sold for And set their price so low, That not thy treasure, by the sale, 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them In conscious shame I hide; 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd, By their licentious pride. 17 On us this heap of woes is fall'n; 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept And we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, On other gods rely, 21 And not the Searcher of all hearts The treach'rous crime descry? 22 Thou see'st what suff'rings, for thy sake, We ev'ry day sustain; All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep Appointed to be slain. 23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee, 24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth With grief's oppressive weight. 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste To our deliv'rance make; Redeem us, Lord;-if not for ours, Yet for thy mercy's sake. PSALM XLV. That dare thy pow'r despise! Down, down they fall, while through their heart The feather'd arrow fies. 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fir'd, For ever to endure; Thy sceptre's sway shall always last, 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, Spread grateful odours round. 9 Among the honourable train Did princely virgins wait; The queen was plac'd at thy right hand, In golden robes of state. PART II. 10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear, 11 So shall thy beauty charm the Nor shall his love decay; For he has now become thy Lord; To him due rev'rence pay. 12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud, Shall humble presents make; And all the wealthy nations sue Thy favour to partake. 13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul All inward graces fill; THILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of purest gold, Whearse, Indited by my heart, My tongue is like the pen of him That writes with ready art. 2 How matchless is thy form, O King! Thy mouth with grace o'erflows; Because fresh blessings God on thee Eternally bestows. 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince; And, clad in rich array, With glorious ornaments of pow'r, 4 Ride on in state, and still protect Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge, Does all thy foes pursue. Adorn'd with costly skill. Shall to the King be brought. To govern and protect; rorale Lord of hosts conducts our arms,] In tow'r of refuge in alarms, Our fathers' Guardian-God and ours. ome, see the wonders he hath wrought, earth what desolation brought; How he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; th them their thund'ring chariot too nto devouring flames were hurl'd. Submit to God's Almighty sway; r him the heathen shall obey, And earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: The God of hosts conducts our arms, all tow'r of refuge in alarms, As to our fathers in distress. PSALM XLVII. ALL ye people, clap your hands, And with triumphant voices sing; force the mighty Pow'r withstands f God, the universal King. 4 He shall opposing nations quell, And with success our battles fight; all fix the place where we must dwell, he pride of Jacob, his delight. God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy, and trumpets' sound, him repeated praises sing, And let the cheerful song rebound. Your utmost skill in praise be shown, or him who all the world commands, ho sits upon his righteous throne, And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands. morel ur chiefs and tribes that far from hence o serve the God of Abr'am came, und him their constant sure defence: How great and glorious is his name! PLALM XLVIII. THE Lord, the only God, is great, 2 Her tow'rs, the joy of all the earth, 3 God in her palaces is known; 4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their siege, 15 6 And of success despair'd. They view'd her walls, admir'd, and fled, With grief and terror struck; Like women, whom the sudden pangs Of travail had o'ertook. 7 No wretched crew of mariners Appear like them forlorn, When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coasts By eastern winds are torn. 9 Not in our fortresses and walls Thy praise through earth extends; 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; Her daughters all be taught In songs his judgments to extol, Who this deliv'rance wrought. 12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp; Your eyes quite round her cast; Count all her tow'rs, and see if there You find one stone displac'd. 13 Iler forts and palaces survey; Observe their order well; That, with assurance, to your heirs His wonders you may tell. 14 This God is ours, and will be ours, Whilst we in him confide; Who, as he has preserv'd us now, Till death will be our guide. PSALM XLIX. ET all the list ning world attend, Let high and low, and rich and poor, 4 To parables of weighty sense 5 Why should my courage fail in times Of danger and of doubt, When sinners, that would me supplant, | 20 For man, how great soe'er his state, 6 Those men, that all their hope and As like a sensual beast he lives, trust In heaps of treasure place, And boast in triumph, when they see Their ill-got wealth increase, 7 Arc yet unable from the grave Their dearest friend to free; Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse Th' Almighty Lord's decree. 8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must quit; The price is h ld too high; No sums can purchase such a grant, That man should never die. 10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt, Nor fools their folly save; But both must perish, and in death Their wealth to others leave. 11 For though they think their stately seats Shall ne'er to ruin fall, But their remembrance last in lands PART IL 13 How great their folly is, who thus 14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led, 15 But God will yet redeem my soul; 16 Then fear not thou, when worldly men In envy'd wealth abound; Nor though their prosp'rous house in crease, With state and honour crown'd. 17 For when they're summon'd hence by death, They leave all this behind; No shadow of their former pomp Within the grave they find: 18 And yet they thought their state was blest, Caught in the flatt'rer's snare, And prais'd their worldly care. So like a beast he dies. more Misconstru'd silence, as before; But wasting flames before him send: Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heav'n and earth engage His just tribunal to attend. 5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me, That in my lasting cov'nant live, And off'rings bring with constant care: The heav'ns his justice shall declare; For God himself shall sentence give. 7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear; Thy God, thy only God, am I: 'Tis not of off'rings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain, My sacred altar did supply. 9 Will this alone atonement make? No bullock from thy stall I'll take, Nor he-goat from thy fold accept: 10 The forest beasts, that range along, The cattle too, are all my own, That on a thousand hills are kept 11 I know the fowls, that build their nests In craggy rocks; and savage beasts, That loosely baunt the open fields: 12 If seiz'd with hunger I could be, I need not seek relief from thee, Since the world's mine, and all it yields. 13 Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed, To eat their flesh and drink their blood? 14 The sacrifices I require, Are hearts which love and zeal inspire, And vows with strictest care made good. 15 In time of trouble call on me, And I will set thee safe and free; And thou returns of praise shalt make 16 But to the wicked thus saith God: How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad Or in thy mouth my cor'nant take? 17 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in sin Hast proof against instruction been, And of my word didst lightly speak 18 When thou a subtle thief didst see Thou gladly with him didst agree, And with adult'rers didst partake. |