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To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;
That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.
Let happy times with large amends,
Dry up our former tears,
Or equal at the least the term
Of our afflicted years.
E that has God his guardian made
Shall, under the Almighty's shade,
Secure and undisturb’d abide ;
Thus to my soul of him I’ll say,
He is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide.
His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence :
He over thee his wings shall spread,
And cover thy unguarded head;
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
No terrors that surprise by night
Shall thy undaunted courage fright,
Nor deadly shafts that fly by day;
Nor plague, of unknown rise, that kills
In darkness, nor infectious ills
That in the hottest season slay.
A thousand at thy side shall die,
At thy right hand ten thousand lie, -
While thy firm health untouch'd remains;
Thou only shalt look on and see
The wicked's dismal tragedy,
And count the sinner's mournful gains.
Because, with well-plac’d confidence,
Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence,
And on the Highest dost rely ;
jo Therefore no ill shall thee befall,
Nor to thy healthful dwelling shall
Any infectious plagues draw nigh.
11 For he throughout thy happy days,
To keep thee safe in all thy ways,
Shall give his angels strict commands;
12 And they, lest thou should'st chance to meet
With some rough stone to wound thy feet,
Shall bear thee safely in their hands.
13 Dragons and asps that thirst for blood,
And lions roaring for their food,
Beneath his conqu'ring feet shall lie ;
14. Because he lov’d and honour'd me,
Therefore, says God, I’ll set him free,
And fix his glorious throne on high.
15 He'll call ; I'll answer when he calls,
And rescue him when ill befalls ;
Increase his honour and his wealth :
16 And when, with undisturb’d content,
His long and happy life is spent,
His end I’ll crown with saving health.
PSALM XCII. l | I OW good and pleasant must it be To thank the Lord most high;
And with repeated hymns of praise -
His Narue to magnify
2 With ev'ry morning's early dawn
His goodness to relate ;
And of his constant truth, each night,
The glad cffects repeat :
3 To ten-string'd instruments we’ll sing,
With tuneful psalt’ries join'd ;
And to the harp, with solemn sounds,
For sacred use design'd.
4 For through thy wondrous works, O Lord,
Thou mak'st my heart rejoice; The thoughts of then shall make me glad, And shout with cheerful voice. 5, 6 How wondrous are thy works, O Lord, How deep are thy decrees : Whose winding tracts, in secret laid, No stupid sinner sees. 7. He little thinks, when wicked men, Like grass, look fresh and gay,
How soon their short-liv'd splendour must
For ever pass away.
8, 9 But thou, my God, art still most high;
And all thy lofty foes,
Who thought they might securely sin,
Shall be o’erwhelm'd with woes.
10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sov’reign pow'r,
And mak’st it largely spread :
And with refreshing oil anoint'st
My consecrated head.
11 I soon shall see my stubborn foes
To utter ruin brought;
And hear the dismal end of those
Who have against me fought.
12 But righteous men, like fruitful palms,
Shall make a glorious show ;
As cedars that on Lebanon
In stately order grow.
13, 14 These, planted in the house of God,
Within his courts shall thrive ;
Their vigour and their lustre both
Shall in old age revive.
15 Thus will the Lord his justice show ;
And God, my strong defence,
Shall due rewards to all the world
l ITH glory clad, with strength array'd,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reign”
The world's foundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
2 How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity :
3, 4 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice:
And toss the troubled waves on high 3
But God above can still their noise, -
And make the angry sea comply.
5 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure ;
...And they that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.
PSALM XCIV. 1, 2 GOD, to whom revenge belongs, Tiny vengeance now disclose ; Arise, thou Judge of all the earth, And crush thy haughty foes. 3, 4 How long, O Lord, shall sinful men Their solemn triumphs make : How long their wicked actions boast, And insolently speak :
5, 6 Not only they thy saints oppress, But, unprovok'd, they spill The widow’s and the stranger's blood, And helpless orphans kill. 7 “And yet the Lord shall ne'er perceive,” Profanely thus they speak, “Nor any notice of our deeds “ The God of Jacob take.”
8. At length, ye stupid fools, your wants Endeavour to discern : In folly will you still procccd, And wisdom never learn ? 9, 10 Can he be deaf who form'd the ear? Or blind, who fram'd the eye Shall earth's great Judge not punish those Who his known will defy 11 He fathoms all the thoughts of men; To him their hearts lie bare , His eye surveys them all, and sees How vain their counsels are.
- PART II. 12 Bless'd is the man, whom thou, O Lord, In kindness dost chastise ; And by thy sacred rules to walk . Dost lovingly advise. 13 This man shall rest and safety find In seasons of distress; Whilst God prepares a pit for those That stubbornly transgress. 14 For God will never from his saints His favour wholly take ; H own possession and his lot He will not quite forsake. 15 The world shall then confess thee In all that thou hast done;
And those that choose thy upright ways,
Shall in those paths go on.
16 Who will appear in my behalf,
When wicked men invade 2
Or who, when sinners would oppress,
My righteous cause shall piead
17, 18, 9 Long since had I in silence slept,'
But that the Lord was near,
To stay me when I slipt, when sad
My troubled heart to cheer.
20 Will thou, who art a God most just,
Their sin!ul throne sustain,
Who make the law a fair pretence
Their wicked ends to gain :
21 Against the lives of righteous men
They form their close design;
And blood of innocents to spill
In solemn league combine.
22 But my defence is firmly plac’d
In God, the Lord most high :
He is my rock, to which I may
For refuge always fly.
23 The Lord shall cause their ill designs
On their own heads to fall :
He in their sins shall cut them off,
Our God shall slay them all.
1 COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King :
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favours past;
To him address in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is, with unrivall'd glory, great :
A King superior far to all
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.
4. The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills that reach the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies