Almost with sorrow spent. Thou God of our salvation, help, And free our souls from blame; o shall our pardon and defence Exalt thy glorious name.
Let mfidels, that scoffing say, WoWhere is the God they boast?"
ever vengeance for thy slaughter'd saints, With a Perceive thee to their cost.
Lord, hear the sighing pris'ner's moans,
ut Ji Thy saving power extend;
reserve the wretches doom'd to die, From that untimely end.
On them who us oppress let all Our sufferings be repaid;
strong fake their confusion seven times more faithThan what on us they laid.
For his chis So we, thy people and thy flock, on the Shall ever praise thy name;
toa Jend with glad hearts our grateful thanks, of
From age to age proclaim.
PSALM LXXX.
Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear;
hou that dost on the Cherubs ride, Again in solemn state appear. Behold how Benjamin expects, With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd, our deliv'rance the effects
Of thy resistless strength to find. Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou city The lustre of thy face display; gled bad all the ills we suffer now, buy Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. ep thou, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall thy fierce anger burn? ghow long thy suffering people pray, And to their prayers have no return? When hungry, we are fore'd to drench Our scanty food in floods of woe; then dry, our raging thirst we quench With streams of tears that largely flow. For us the heathen nations round, As for a common prey, contest; highr foes with spiteful joys abound, And at our lost condition jest. Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The lustre of thy face display; hd all the ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land;
And, casting out the heathen race, idst plant it with thine own right hand, And firmly fix it in their place. Before it thou prepar'dst the way, And mad'st it take a lasting root,
Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray, O'er all the land did widely shoot. 10, 11 The hills were cover'd with its shade,za kid on 31
Its goodly boughs did cedars seem Its branches to the sea were spread, And reach'd to proud Euphrates' streamsey
12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'er- thrown, worth
Which thou hast made so firm and strong?
Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown, Are pluck'd by those that pass along. 13 See how the bristling forest-boar With dreadful fury lays it waste; Hark! how the savage monsters roar, And to their helpless prey make haste. PART III.
14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray; Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew; From heaven, thy throne, this vine sur- vey, s
And her sad state with pity view. 15 Behold the vineyard made by thee, Which thy right hand did guard so long date my
And keep that branch from danger free, Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong.
16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey, And all its spreading boughs cut down; At thy rebuke they soon decay,
And perish at thy dreadful frown. 17 Crown thou the King with good success,
By thy right hand secur'd from wrong AR BY PARE The Son of Man in mercy bless,
Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 18 So shall we still continue frée
From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee,
Will always praise thy holy name. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. PSALM LXXXI.
10 God, our never-failing strength, With loud applauses sing; And jointly make a cheerful noise To Jacob's awful King.
12 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch Your instruments of joy; Let psalteries and pleasant harps Your grateful skill employ."
3 Let trumpets at the great new moon Their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time, The solemn day of praise.
I've said ye're gods, and all ally'd To the Most High in fame:
But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds To strict account I'll call; You all shall die like common men,
Like other tyrants fall.
8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord, Throughout the earth display; And all the nations of the world Shall own thy righteous sway. PSALM LXXXIII.
H No longer silent be; TOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God,
Nor with consenting quiet looks Our ruin calmly see.
2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes O'er all the land are spread; And those who hate thy saints and thee, Lift up their threat'ning head. 3 Against thy zealous people, Lord, They craftily combine;
And to destroy thy chosen saints Have laid their close design. 4 Come let us cut them off,' say they Their nation quite deface; That no remembrance may remain 'Of Israel's hated race.'
5 Thus they against thy people's peace Consult with one consent; And diff'ring nations, jointly leagull, Their common malice vent. 6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents, With warlike Edom join'd, And Moab's sons, our ruin vow, With Hagar's race combin'd. 7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gabal too, With Amalek conspire; The lords of Palestine, and all The wealthy sons of Tyre. 8 All these the strong Assyrian king Their firm ally have got; Who with a pow'rful army aids Th' incestuous race of Lot. PART II.
9 But let such vengeance come to the As once to Midian came;
When thy right hand their num❜rous
Defend Near Endor did confound, Led left their carcases for dung 4 Proted To feed the hungry ground.
Let all their mighty men the fate Of Zeb and Oreb share;
Zeba and Zalmuna, so Let all their princes fare:
But bind Who, with the same design inspir'd, stice adThus vainly boasting spake, Through firm possession for ourselves Welle
Let us God's houses take.'
Fre all To ruin let them haste, like wheels Freide Which downwards swiftly move; To these chaff before the wind, let all But Their scatter'd forces prove.
To strid 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath,
Like otherThat on parch'd mountains grows, rise, and let thy fierce pursuing wrath hrough With terrors strike thy foes.
all the 17 Lord, shroud their faces with dis- grace,
hat they may own thy name; them confound, whose harden'd hearts
hy gentler means disclaim.
So shall the wond'ring world confess, hat thou, who claim'st alone lothehovah's name, o'er all the earth all the bad fast rais'd thy lofty throne.
God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place
aid there thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st uhe brightness of thy face! ay longing soul faints with desire remeno view thy blest abode;
panting heart and flesh cry out for thee, the living God. whe birds, more happy far than I, Around thy temple throng;
curely there they build, and there elisecurely hatch their young.
like Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they,
no in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display!
And still approach more near; Till all on Sion's holy mount, Before their God appear.
8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts, My just request regard: Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer Be still with favour heard. 9 Behold, O God, for thou alone Canst timely aid dispense; On thy anointed servant look, Be thou his strong defence. 10 For in thy courts one single day "Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend. Much rather in God's house will I The meanest office take,
Than in the wealthy tents of sin My pompous dwelling make.
11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold From them that justly live.
12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he, Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, Is still repos'd on thee!
ORD, thou hast granted to thy land The favours we implor'd, And faithful Jacob's captive race Hast graciously restor❜d.
2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiven, And all their guilt defac'd; Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on, Nor thy fierce anger last.
4 0 God our Saviour, all our hearts To thy obedience turn;
That, quench'd with our repenting tears, Thy wrath no more may burn.
5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still, And wrath so long retain? Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints Thy wonted comfort gain."
7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display, Which we have long implor'd; And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, Thy wonted aid afford.
Thrice happy they, whose choice has 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
sure protection made; esno long to tread the sacred ways hat to thy dwelling lead!
Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale, Yet no refreshment want;
AReir pools are fill'd with rain, which dit their request dost grant.
For he, with glad success, If they no more to folly turn, His mourning saints will bless. 9 To all that fear his holy name His sure salvation's near; And in its former happy state Our nation shall appear.
10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, And righteousness with peace,
15 But thou thy constant goodness didst To my assistance bring;
Of patience, mercy, and of truth, Thou everlasting spring! 16 0 bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength
To me thy servant show; Thy kind protection, Lord, on me, Thine handmaid's son, bestow. 17 Some signal give, which my proud fos May see with shame and rage, When thou, O Lord, for my relief And comfort dost engage.
PSALM LXXXVII.
4OD's temple crowns the holy mount;
GThe Lord there condescends to dwell;
2 His Sion's gates, in his account, Our Israel's fairest tents excel. 3 Fame glorious things of thee shall sing,
O city of th' Almighty King! 4 I'll mention Rahab with due praise, In Babylon's applauses join, The fame of Ethiopia raise,
With that of Tyre and Palestine; And grant that some amongst them born, Their age and country did adorn. 5 But still of Sion I'll aver,
That many such from her proceed; Th' Almighty shall establish her; 6 His general list shall show, when read, That such a person there was born, And such did such an age adorn. 7 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd
Of such as merit high renown; For hand and voice musicians skill'd;
And (her transcending fame to crown Of such she shall successions bring, Like water from a living spring.
PSALM LXXXVIII.
10 thee, my God and Saviour, I By day and night address my ay 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear To my distress incline thine ear, 3 For seas of trouble me invade, My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade 4 Like one whose strength and hopes and fled,
They number me among the dead: 5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave From thee no more remembrance have 6 Cast off from thy sustaining care, Down to the confines of despair. 7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain, Afflicted me with restless pain; Me all thy mountain waves have press Too weak, alas, to bear the least. 8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone In a loath'd dungeon laid, where no A visit will vouchsafe to me, Confin'd, past bopes of liberty.
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