And say, "At last we found him out,

he did it in our sight."

22 But thou, who dost both them and me with righteous eyes survey, Assert my innocence, O Lord, and keep not far away.

23 Stir up thyself in my behalf; to judgment, Lord, awake;

Thy righteous servant's cause, O God, to thy decision take.

24 Lord, as my heart has upright been, let me thy justice find; Nor let my cruel foes obtain

the triumph they design'd.

25 Oh! let them not, amongst themselves, in boasting language say,

"At length our wishes are complete;
"at last he's made our prey."
26 Let such as in my harm rejoiced,
for shame their faces hide;
And foul dishonour wait on those,
that proudly me defy'd:

27 Whilst they with cheerful voices shout, who my just cause befriend;

And bless the Lord, who loves to make success his saints attend.

28 So shall my tongue thy judgments sing, inspiredwith grateful joy;

And cheerful hymns in praise of thee, shall all my days employ.

PSALM 36.

MY crafty foe, with flattering art,

his wicked purpose would disguise; But reason whispers to my heart, he ne'er sets God before his eyes. 2 He soothes himself, retired from sight; secure he thinks his treacherous game; Till his dark plots, exposed to light, their false contriver brand with shame. 3 In deeds he is my foe confess'd, whilst with his tongue he speaks me fair;

True wisdom's banish'd from bis breast, and vice has sole dominion there. 4 His wakeful malice spends the night in forging his accursed designs; Ilis obstinate ungenerous spite

no execrable means declines. 5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope, above the heavenly orb ascends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope beyond the spreading sky extends. 6 Thy justice like the hills remains; unfathom'd depths thy judgments are; Thy providence the world sustains;

the whole creation is thy care. 7 Since of thy goodness all partake, with what assurance should the just Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, and saints to thy protection trust! Such guests shall to thy courts be led, to banquet on thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head, of joys that shall for ever last.

9 With thee the springs of life remain; thy presence is eternal day: 10 O let thy saints thy favour gain;

to upright hearts thy truth display. 11 Whilst pride's insulting foot would spurn,

and wicked hands my life surprise, 12 Their mischiefs on themselves return, down, down they're fallen, no more to rise. PSALM 37.

THOU

HOUGH wicked men grow rich or great,

Yet let not their successful state thy anger or thy envy raise; 2 For they, cut down like tender grass, Or like young flowers, away shall pass, whose blooming beauty soon decays. 3 Depend on God, and him obey, So thou within the land shalt stay,

secure from danger and from want: 4 Make his commands thy chief delight And he, thy duty to requite,

shall all thy earnest wishes grant. 5 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord, And he will needful help afford,

to perfect every just design;

6 He'll make, like light, serene and clear, Thy clouded innocence appear,

and as a mid-day sun to shine. 7 With quiet mind on God depend, And patiently for him attend;

nor let thy anger fondly rise, Though wicked men with wealth abound, And with success the plots are crown'd

which they maliciously devise. 8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake, Let no ungovern'd passion make

thy wavering heart espouse their crime; 9 For God shall sinful men destroy; Whilst only they the land enjoy,

who trust on him, and wait his time. 10 How soon shall wicked men decay! Their place shall vanish quite away,

nor by the strictest search be found; 11 Whilst humble souls possess the earth, Rejoicing still with godly mirth,

with peace and plenty always crown'd. ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 11.

12 While sinful crowds, with false design, Against the righteous few combine,

and gnash their teeth and threatening stand;

13 God shall their empty plots deride, And laugh at their defeated pride: he sees their ruin near at hand. 14 They draw the sword, and bend the bow,

The poor and needy to o'erthrow,

and men of upright lives to slay; 15 But their strong bows shall soon be broke, Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke, through their own hearts shall force it

way.

16 A little, with God's favour bless'd, That's by one righteous man possess❜d,

the wealth of many bad excels;

17 For God supports the just man's

cause;

But as for those that break his laws,

their unsuccessful power he quells. 18 His constant care the upright guides, And over all their life presides; their portion shall for ever last:

19 They, when distress o'erwhelms the earth,

Shall be unmoved, and even in dearth,
the happy fruits of plenty taste.
20 Not so the wicked man, and those
Who proudly dare God's will oppose;
destruction is their hapless share:
Like fat of lambs, their hopes, and they,
Shail in an instant melt away,

and vanish into smoke and air.
PART III.

21 While sinners, brought to sad decay, Still borrow on, and never pay,

the just have will and power to give;

The wicked soon destroy'd shall be, And at his dismal tragedy

thou shalt a safe spectator sit. 35 The wicked I in power have seen, And, like a bay-tree, fresh and green, that spreads its pleasant branches round.

36 But he was gone as swift as thought; And, though in every place I sought,

no sign or track of him I found. 37 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are;

their roughest days in peace shall end: 38 While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred will oppose, a common ruin shall attend. 39 God to the just will aid afford; Their only safeguard is the Lord;

their strength in time of need is he 40 Because on him they still depend, The Lord will timely succour send, and from the wicked set them free. PSALM 38.

Shall peaceably the earth possess;

and those he curses shall not live. 23 The good man's way is God's delight: He orders all the steps aright

of him that moves by his command; 24 Though he sometimes may be distress'd,

Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd;

for God upholds him with his hand. 25 From my first youth, till age prevail'd, I never saw the righteous fail'd,

or want o'ertake his numerous race; 26 Because compassion fill'd his heart, And he did cheerfully impart,

God made his offspring's wealth in

Preserve his saints secure from ill,

while soon the wicked race decays. 29, 30, 31 The upright shall possess the land;

His portion shall for ages stand;

his mouth with wisdom is supply'd; His tongue by rules of judgment moves; His heart the law of God approves; therefore his footsteps never slide. PART IV.

32 In wait the watchful sinner lies, In vain the righteous to surprise; in vain his ruin does decree: 33 God will not him defenceless leave, To his revenge exposed, but save;

and, when he's sentenced, set him free. 34 Wait still on God; keep his command, And thou, exalted in the land,

thy blest possession ne'er shall quit.

though I deserve it all;

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Nor let at once on me the storm
of thy displeasure fall..
2 In every wretched part of me
thy arrows deep remain;
Thy heavy hand's afflicting weight
I can no more sustain.

3 My flesh is one continued wound
thy wrath so fiercely glows;
Betwixt my punishment and guilt
my bones have no repose.
4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
my sinking head o'erflow,
And, for my feeble strength to bear,
too vast a burden grow.

5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds, my folly's just return;

6 With trouble I am warp'd and bow'd and all day long I mourn.

7 A loath'd disease afflicts my loins, infecting every part;

8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar through anguish of my heart.

PART II.

9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes all my desires appear;

And sure my groans have been too loud, not to have reach'd thine ear. 10 My heart's oppress'd, my strength demy eyes deprived of light; [cay'd, 11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen gaze aloof on such a dismal sight.

12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life their snares to take me set; Vent slanders, and contrive all day to forge some new deceit: 13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb,

nor heard, nor once reply'd; 14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose with conscious guilt is ty'd. tou

PART III. 13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near, for never was more pressing need; In my deliverance, Lord, appear,

and add to that deliverance speed. 14 Confusion on their heads return,

who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, ensnared 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 triumphs shall be raised; And all who prize thy saving grace,

teated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
and thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, nty God, the living God,
my thirsty soul doth pine;
O! when shall I behold thy face,
thou Majesty Divine?

3 Tears are my constant food, while thus insulting foes upbraid;

PSALM 41.

HAPPY the man whose tender care

relieves the poor distress'd! When troubles compass him around, the Lord shall give him rest.

2 TheLord 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 prayer address'd;
"Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
"though I have much transgress'd."
5 My cruel foes, with slanderous 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 fallen, no more to rise." 9 My own familiar bosom friend, on whom I most rely'd,

Ias me, whose daily guest he was, with open scorn defy'd.

10 But thou my sad and wretched state, in mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their crimes may meet their just reward. 11 By this I know thy gracious ear is open, when I call; Because thou sufferest not my foes to triumph in my fall.

12 Thy tender care secures my life from danger and disgrace;

Deluded wretch! where's now thy God? "and where his promised aid?" 4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts those happy days present,

When I, with troops of pious friends, thy temple did frequent.

When I advanced with songs of praise, my solemn vows to pay,

And led the joyful sacred throng, that kept the festal day.

5 Why restless, why cast down,my soul? trust God; who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs to thankful hymns of joy.

6 My soul's cast down, O God! but thinks on thee and Sion still;

From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights,

and Mizar's humbler hill.

7 One trouble calls another on,
and, gathering o'er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
a roaring sea is spread.

8 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
has once dispell'd this storm,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
and all my vows perform.

9 God of my strength, how long shall I,
like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
to my oppressor's scorn?

10 My heart is pierced, as with a sword, while thus my foes upbraid:

"Vain boaster, where is now thy God? "and where his promised aid?" 11Why restless, why cast down, my soul? hope still; and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God, thy health's eternal spring.

3 Let me with light and truth be blest; be these my guides to lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I rest,

and in thy sacred temple pray. 4 Then will I there fresh altars raise to God, who is my only joy; And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,

shall all my grateful hours employ. 5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why so much oppress'd with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely, who will thy ruin'd state repair.

PSALM 44.

LORD, our fathers oft have told in our attentive ears,

Thy wonders, in their days perform'd, and elder times than theirs:

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2 How thou, to plant them here, didst the heathen from this land, Dispeopled by repeated strokes of thy avenging hand.

3 For not their courage, nor their sword, to them possession gave; Nor strength, that from unequal force their fainting troops could save: But thy right hand and powerful arm, whose succour they implored;" Thy presence with the chosen race, who thy great name adored.

4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, thou art our sovereign King; O! therefore, as thou didst to them, to us deliverance bring.

5 Through thy victorious name, our arms the proudest foes shall quell; And crush them with repeated strokes, as oft as they rebel.

3 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, when I in fight engage;

7 But thee, who hast our foes subdued, and shamed their spiteful rage. 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

from whom the conquest came: In God we will rejoice all day, and ever bless his name. PART II.

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9 But thou hast cast us off; and now
most shamefully we yield;
For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
our armies to the field:
10 Since when, to every upstart foe
we turn our backs in fight;
And with our spoil their malice feast,
who bear us ancient spite.

11 To slaughter doom'd,we fall,like sheep,
into their butchering hands;
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
dispersed through heathen lands.
12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,
and set their price so low,
That not thy treasure, by the sale,

Whose scorn of us is both in speech and mocking gestures shown. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my face in conscious shame I hide;

16 While we are scoff'd, and God blas by their licentious pride. [phemed, PART III.

17 On us this heap of woes is fallen; all this we have endured;

Yet have not, Lord, renounced thy name, or faith to thee abjured:

18 But in thy righteous paths have kept our hearts and steps with care; 19 Tho' thou hast broken all our strength, and we almost despair.

20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, on other gods rely,

21 And nor the Searcher of all hearts. the treacherous crime descry? 22 Thou seest what sufferings, for thy we every day sustain; [sake, All slaughter'd, or reserved like sheep appointed to be slain.

23 Awake, arise; iet seeming sleer

no longer thee detain;

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee

for ever sue in vain.

24 Oh! wherefore hidest thou thy face from our afflicted state,

25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth with grief's oppressive weight? 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste to our deliverance make; Redeem us, Lord; if not for our's, yet for thy mercy's sake.

PSALM 45.

WHILE I the King's loud praise re

indited by my heart,

[hearse, 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 eternary bestows.

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince and, clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of power, majestic pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect the meek, the just, and true: Whilst thy right hand, with swiftreve..ge, does all thy foes pursue.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them that dare thy power despise! Down, down they fall, while thro' their heart

the feather'd arrow flies. 16 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd, for ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
by righteous laws secure.
7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,
where wandering sinners røve;