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3 Because to me thy wondrous love
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hills about, in order rang’d, h beauteous robes of joy are seen. Large slocks with fleecy wool adorm he cheerful downs; the vallies bring lenteous crop of full-ear'd corn, ind seem, for joy, to shout and sing. PS ALM LXVI. ET all the lands, with shouts of joy, To God their voices raise; & psalms in honour of his name, nd spread his glorious praise. nel let them say, How dreadful, Lord, , all thy works, art thou ! hygreat pow'r thy stubborn foes hall all be forc’d to bow. hrough all the earth the nations round hall thee their God confess; ! with glad hymns, their awful dread f thy great name express. come! behold the works of God; md then with me you’ll own, the to all the sons of men as wondrous judgment shown. e made the sea become dry land, hrough which our fathers walk’d; ilst to each other, of his might With joy his people tall.’d. e, by his pow'r, for ever rules; is eyes the world survey ; no presumptuous man rebel gainst his sov’reign sway. PART II. O! all ye nations, bless our God, nd loudly speak his praise; o keeps our souls alive, and still onfirms our steadfast ways. For thou hast try’d us, Lord, as sire oes try the precious ore ; hou brought'stus into straits, where * We ppressing burdens bore. nsulting foes did us, their slaves, hrough fire and water chase; yet, at last, thou brought'st us forth to a wealthy place. 3urnt-off"rings to thy house I'll bring, ld there my vows will pay, Which I with solemn zeal did make trouble’s dismal day. 'hen shall the richest smoke, he fattest rams shall fall, choicest goats from out the fold, ld bullocks from the stall. ! come all ye that fear the Lord, tend with heedful care, lst I what God for me has done ith grateful joy declare. 8 As I before his aid implor’d, now I Praise his name;
Who, if my heart had harbour’d sin,
6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil
Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere fancient heav'n, sublimely rides; m whence his dreadful voice we hear, ike that of warring winds and tides. scribe the power to God most high : umble Israel he takes care; ose strength from out the dusky sky, arts shining terrors through the air. How dreadful are the sacred courts, There God has fix’d his earthly throme ! strength his feeble saints supports, give God praise, and him alone. PSALM LXIX. VE me, O God, from waves that roll, And press to overwhelm my soul: 1th painful steps in mire I tread, deluges o'erflow my head. "ith restless cries my spirits faint, Voice is hoarse with long complaint; sight decays with tedious pain, ilst for my God I wait in vain. y hairs, though num’rous, are but few, par'd with foes that me pursue h groundless hate; grown now of might xecute their lawless spitc. y force me, guiltless, to resign, apine, what by right was mine: hou, Lord, my innocence dost see, are my sins conceal’d from thee. »rd God of hosts, take timely care, , for my sake, thy saints despair; mce I have suffer'd for thy name roach, and hid my face in shame: stranger to my country grown, to my nearest kindred known; reigner, expos'd to scorn retiren of my mother born. »r zeal to thy lov’d house and name jumes me like devouring flame; :ern’d at their affronts to thee, * than at slanders cast on me. sy very tears and abstinence construe in a spiteful sense: When cloth’d with sackcloth for their sake, me their common proverb make. heir judges at my wrongs do jest, e wrongs they ought to have redress'd ; should I then expect to be In libels of lewd drunkards free ? ut, Lord, to thee I will repair help, with humble, timely pray’r; :ve me from thy mercy's store; lay thy truth’s preserving pow'r. rom threat'ning dangers merelieve, from the mire my feet retrieve; n spiteful foes in safety keep, 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 pray’r I make, Forthy transcending goodness' sake; Relieve thy supplicant once more From thy abounding mercy’s store. 17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face; Make haste, for desp'rate is my case; 18 Thy timely succour interpose, And shield 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 gave 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 smare, 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 fierce wrath their race devour; 25 And make their house a dismal cell, Where mone wille’ervouchsafe to dwell. 26 For new afflictions they procur’d For him who had thy stripes endur’d ; 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 souls, Nor with the just their names enrol. 29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor, Thy strong salvation shall restore; 30 Thy, pow'r 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 heav'n, earth, sea, their voices raise, And all the world resound his praise. / 35 For God will Sion's walls erect; Fair Judah’s citics 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 endlessages more of such as his blest name adore. PSALM LXx. LORD, to my relief draw near; For never was more pressing need; For my delivorance, Lord, appear, And add to that do speed. 2 Confusion on their heads return, Who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile desigm. 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 raisod; And all who prize thy saving grace, With me shall sing, The Lord be prais’d. 5 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, The mighty Lord of me takes care: Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my relief with speed repair. - PSALM LXXI. i. 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 My tender infant days; Thou took'st me from my mother's womb, To sing thy constant praise. 7, 8 While some on me with wonder - aze, Thy hand supports me still; Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise, My mouth shall always fill.
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