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3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
and with the dawning day
To thee devoutly I'll look up,
to thee devoutly pray.

4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
can'st never, Lord, approve,

Who from thy sacred dwelling-place all evil dost remove.

5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain unpunish'd in thy view;

All such as act unrighteous things thy vengeance shall pursue.

6 The slandering tongue, O God of truth, by thee shall be destroyed,

Who hat'st alike the man in blood and in deceit employ'd.

But when thy boundless grace shall me to thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, and humbly thee adore.

8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, for watchful is my foe;

Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way wherein I ought to go.

9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit ;
their heart is set on wrong;
Their throat is a devouring grave;
they flatter with their tongue.

10 By their own counsels let them fall
oppress'd with loads of sin;

For they against thy righteous laws have harden'd rebels been.

11 But let all those who trust in thee, with shouts their joy proclaim;

Let them rejoice whom thou preserv❜st, and all that love thy name.

12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord his blessing will extend;

And with his favour all his saints, as with a shield, defend.

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But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy relief?

4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, and ease my troubled soul;

Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,› vouchsafe to make me whole.

5 For after death no more can I thy glorious acts proclaim, No pris'ners of the silent grave can magnify thy name.

6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, no hope of ease I see ;

The night, that quiets common griefs, is spent in tears by me.

7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, my eyes with weakness close;

Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think on my insulting foes.

8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs ye shall no more rejoice;

For God, I find, accepts my tears, and listens to my voice.

9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble prayer; and they that wish my fall,

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Shall blush and rage to see that God

protects me from them all.

PSALM VII.

LORD my God, since I have plac'd
my trust alone in thee,

From all my persecutors' rage

do thou deliver me.

2 To save me from my threat'ning foe,
Lord, interpose thy power;
Lest, like a savage lion, he
my helpless soul devour.
3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er

against his peace combine; Nay, if I had not spar'd his life, who sought unjustly mine;

5 Let then to persecuting foes my soul become a prey ;

Let them to earth tread down my life, in dust my honour lay.

6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord,

in my defence engage; Exalt thyself above my foes, and their insulting rage: Awake, awake, in my behalf, the judgment to dispense,

Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injured innocence.

7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds shall still for justice fly:

Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume thy judgment-seat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the world, I trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts, so let thy sentence be.

9 Let wicked arts and wicked men together be c'erthrown;

But guard the just, thou God, to whom the hearts of both are known. 10, 11 God me protects, not only me, but all of upright heart;

And daily lays up wrath for those who from his laws depart.

12 If they persist, he whets his sword, his bow stands ready bent;

13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd, his pointed shafts are sent.

14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive;

15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd his own untimely grave.

16 On his own head his spite returns, whilst I from harm am free;

On him the violence is fall'n, which he design'd for me.

17 Therefore will I the righteous ways of Providence proclaim;

I'll sing the praise of God most high, and celebrate his name.

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PSALM VIII.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! how glorious is thy name!

In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung, nor fully reckon❜d there;

2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue

thy boundless praise declare.

Through thee the weak confound the strong, and crush their haughty foes;

And so thou quell'st the wicked throng, that thee and thine oppose.

3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high, employs my wond'ring sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky, with stars of feebler light;

4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
to them so wondrous kind?

5 Him next in power thou didst create
to thy celestial train;

6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state, o'er all thy works to reign.

7 They jointly own his powerful sway; the beasts that prey or graze;

8 The bird that wings its airy way; the fish that cuts the seas.

9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! how glorious is thy name!

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PSALM IX.

1 O celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare;

To all the list'ning world, thy works, thy wondrous works declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul exalted pleasures bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High, triumphant praise I sing.

3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn their backs in shameful flight: Struck with thy presence, down they fell, they perish'd at thy sight.

4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,

thou didst my cause maintain; My right asserting from thy throne, where truth and justice reign.

5 The insolence of heathen pride
thou hast reduc'd to shame
Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd,
and blotted out their name.

6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats
are to a period come;

Our city stands, which you design'd to make our common tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous throne prepar'd, Impartial justice to dispense, to punish or reward.

9 God is a constant sure defence against oppressing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids

in our behalf engage.

10 All those who have his goodness prov'd

will in his truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man that on his help rely'd.

11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord, from Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world confess no other God.

PART II.

12 When he inquiry makes for blood, he'll call the poor to mind:

The injur'd humble man's complaint
relief from him shall find.

13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
which spiteful foes create,
Thou that hast rescu'd me so oft
from death's devouring gate.
14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise
to all that love thy name;

And, with loud shouts of grateful joy,
thy saving power proclaim.

15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me, the heathen pride is laid;

Their guilty feet to their own snare are heedlessly betray'd.

16 Thus, by the just return he makes, the mighty Lord is known;

While wicked men by their own plots, are shamefully o'erthrown.

17 No single sinner shall escape,

by privacy obscur'd;

Nor nation, from his just revenge,

by numbers be secur'd.

18 His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd, he ne'er forgets to aid;

Their expectations shall be crown'd, though for a time delay'd.

19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy power, and let not man o'ercome;

Descend to judgment and pronounce the guilty heathen's doom.

20 Strike terror through the nations round, till, by consenting fear,

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They to each other, and themselves,

but mortal men appear.

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PSALM X.

HY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord? why hid'st thou now thy face,

When dismal times of deep distress

call for thy wonted grace?

2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride,

have made the poor their prey;

O let them fall by those designs which they for others lay.

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