When vengeance calls to stretch it forth,
so calmly lett'st it rest?.

12 Thou heretofore, with kingly power,
in our defence hast fought;

For us, throughout the wond'ring world,
hast great salvation wrought.

13 'Twas thou, O God, who didst the sea
by thy own strength divide;

Thou break'st the wat'ry monsters' heads; the waves o'erwhelm'd their pride. 14 The greatest, fiercest of them all, that seem'd the deep to sway,

Was by thy power destroy'd, and made to savage beasts a prey.

15 Thou clav'st the solid rock, and mad'st the waters largely flow;

Again, thou mad'st through parted streams thy wand'ring people go.

16 Thine is the cheerful day, and thine
the black return of night;
Thou hast prepar'd the glorious sun,
and every feebler light.

17 By thee the borders of the earth

in perfect order stand;

The summer's warmth, and winter's cold, attend on thy command.

PART III.

18 Remember, Lord, how scornful foes
have daily urg'd our shame;
And how the foolish people have
blasphem'd thy holy name.

19 O! free thy mourning turtle-dove,
by sinful crowds beset ;.

Nor the assembly of thy poor for evermore forget.

20 Thy ancient cov'nant, Lord, regard, and make thy promise good;

For now each corner of the land is fill'd with men of blood. 21 O! let not the oppress'd return with sorrow cloth'd, and shame ; But let the helpless and the poor for ever praise thy name. 22 Arise, O God, in our behalf; thy cause and ours maintain; Remember how insulting fools each day thy name profane.

23 Make thou the boastings of thy foes for evermore to cease;

Whose insolence, if unchastis'd,

will more and more increase.

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PSALM LXXV.

NO thee, O God, we render praise,
to thee, with thanks repair;

For, that thy name to us is nigh,

thy wondrous works declare. 2 In Israel when my throne is fix'd, with me shall justice reign: 3 The land with discord shakes; but I the sinking frame sustain.

4 Deluded wretches I advis'd their errors to redress;

And warn'd bold sinners, that they should their swelling pride suppress.

5 Bear not yourselves so high, as if
no power could yours restrain;
Submit your stubborn necks, and learn
to speak with less disdain :

6 For that promotion, which to gain
your vain ambition strives,

From neither east nor west, nor yet from southern climes arrives.

7 For God the great disposer is,

and sov'reign Judge alone,

Who casts the proud to earth, and lifts

the humble to a throne.

8 His hand holds forth a dreadful cup; with purple wine 'tis crown'd; The deadly mixture which his wrath deals out to nations round.

Of this his saints sometimes may taste; but wicked men shall squeeze

The bitter dregs, and be condemn'd

to drink the very lees.

9 His prophet, I, to all the world this message will relate;

The justice then of Jacob's God my song shall celebrate.

10 The wicked's pride I will reduce, their cruelty disarm;

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Exalt the just, and seat him high above the reach of harm.

PSALM LXXVI.

N Judah the Almighty's known,
Almighty there by wonders shown,
his name in Jacob does excel:

2 His sanctu'ry in Salem stands;
The majesty that heaven commands,
in Sion condescends to dwell.

3 He brake the bow and arrows there,

The shield, and temper'd sword, and spear; there slain the mighty army lay:

4 Whence Sion's fame through earth is spread, Of greater glory, greater dread,

than hills where robbers lodge their prey. 5 Their valiant chiefs, who came for spoil, Themselves met there a shameful foil: securely down to sleep they lay; But wak'd no more, their stoutest band Ne'er lifted one resisting hand

'gainst his, that did their legions slay. 6 When Jacob's God began to frown, Both horse and charioteers, o'erthrown, together slept in endless night:

7 When thou, whom earth and heaven revere, Dost once with wrathful look appear,

what mortal power can stand thy sight?

8 Pronounc'd from heaven, earth heard its doom, Grew hush'd with fear, when thou didst come 9 the meek with justice to restore :

10 The wrath of man shall yield thee praise; Its last attempts but serve to raise

the triumphs of Almighty power. 11 Vow to the Lord, ye nations; bring Vow'd presents to the eternal King: thus to his name due rev'rence pay, 12 Who proudest potentates can quell, To earthly kings more terrible, than to their trembling subjects they.

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PSALM LXXVII.

NO God I cry'd, who to my help
did graciously repair;

2 In trouble's dismal day I sought
my God with humble prayer.

All night my fest'ring wound did run; no med'cine gave relief;

My soul no comfort would admit; my soul indulg'd her grief.

3 I thought on God, and favours past; but that increas'd my pain:

I found my spirit more oppress'd, the more I did complain.

4 Through every watch of tedious night
thou keep'st my eyes awake:

My grief is swell❜d to that excess,
I sigh, but cannot speak.

5 I call'd to mind the days of old,
with signal mercy crown'd;

Those famous years of ancient times,

for miracles renown'd.

6 By night I recollect my songs, on former triumphs made;

I'll yet remember the Most High, and years of his right hand.

11 I'll call to mind his works of old, the wonders of his might;

12 On them my heart shall meditate,
my tongue shall them recite.

13 Safe lodg'd from human search on high,
O God, thy counsels are!
Who is so great a God as ours?
who can with him compare ?

14 Long since a God of wonders thee
thy rescued people found;

15 Long since hast thou thy chosen seed with strong deliv'rance crown'd.

16 When thee, O God, the waters saw, the frighted billows shrunk ;

The troubled depths themselves for fear beneath their channels sunk.

17 The clouds pour'd down, while rending skies did with their noise conspire;

Thy arrows all abroad were sent, wing'd with avenging fire.

18 Heaven with thy thunder's voice was torn, whilst all the lower world

With lightnings blazed; earth shook, and seem'd from her foundations hurl'd.

19 Through rolling streams thou find'st thy way, thy paths in waters lie;

Thy wondrous passage, where no sight thy footsteps can descry.

20 Thou ledd'st thy people like a flock, safe through the desert land,

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By Moses, their meek skilful guide, and Aaron's sacred hand.

PSALM LXXVIII.

HEAR, O my people, to my law

devout attention lend;

Let the instruction of my mouth deep in your hearts descend.

2 My tongue, by inspiration taught,
shall parables unfold,
Dark oracles, but understood,
and own'd for truths of old:
3 Which we from sacred registers
of ancient times have known,
And our forefathers' pious care
to us has handed down.

4 We will not hide them from our sons;
our offspring shall be taught

The praises of the Lord, whose strength
has works of wonder wrought.

5 For Jacob he this law ordain'd,
this league with Israel made;
With charge to be from age to age,
from race to race, convey'd.
6 That generations yet to come
should to their unborn heirs
Religiously transmit the same,
and they again to theirs.

7 To teach them that in God alone
their hope securely stands;

That they should ne'er his works forget,
but keep his just commands.

8 Lest, like their fathers, they might prove
a stiff rebellious race,
False-hearted, fickle to their God,
unsteadfast in his grace.

9 Such were revolting Ephraim's sons,
who, though to warfare bred,

And skilful archers, arm'd with bows, from field ignobly fled.

10, 11 They falsified their league with God, his orders disobey'd,

Forgot his works and miracles

before their eyes display'd.

12 Nor wonders, which their fathers saw, did they in mind retain,

Prodigious things in Egypt done,

and Zoan's fertile plain.

13 He cut the sea to let them pass, restrain'd the pressing flood;

While pil'd on heaps, on either side the solid waters stood.

14 A wondrous pillar led them on, compos'd of shade and light;

A shelt'ring cloud it prov'd by day, a leading fire by night.

15 When drought oppress'd them, where no stream

the wilderness supply'd,

He cleft the rock, whose flinty breast

dissolv'd into a tide.