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22 I said, in hasty flight,
“I’m basish’d from thine eyes;”
Yet still thou keep'st me in thy sight,
And heard'st my earnest cries.
23 O ! all ye saints, the Lord
With eager love pursue ;
Who to the just will help afford,
And give the proud their due.
24 Ye that on God rely,
Courageously proceed;
For he will still your hearts supply
With strength, in time of need.

PSALM XXXII. l Ho blest whose sins have pardon gain'd, No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd, And whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal’d the fretting sore, My bones consum’d without relief; All day did I with anguish roar; But no complaints assuag'd my grief.

4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd,

By day and night alike distress'd,

Till quite of vital moisture drain'd,
Like land with summer's drought oppress'd,

5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd,

The guilt that tortur'd me within,

But thy forgiveness interpos'd,
And mercy's healing balm pour’d in.

6 True penitents shall thus succeed,
Who seek thee whilst thou may’st be found;
And, from the common deluge freed,
Shall see remorseless sinners drown'd.
7 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress
My tow'r of refuge I must own ;
Thou shalt my haughty foes suppress,
And me with songs of triumph crown.

8 In my instruction then confide,
Ye that would truth's safe path descry;
Your progress I’il securely guide,
And keep you in my watchful eye.
'9 Submit yourselves to wisdom's rule,
Like men that reason have attain’d ;
Not like th' ungovern'd horse and muie,
Whose fury must be curb’d and reind.

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10 Sorrows on sorrows multiply'd,
The harden’d sinner shall confound ;
But them who in his truth confide,
Blessings of mercy shall surround.
11 His saints, that have perform'd his laws,
Their life in triumph shall employ ; them, as they alone have cause,
In grateful raptures shout for joy.

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l Los all the just to God, with joy,
Their cheerful voices raise ;
For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.
2, 3 Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes,
In joyful concert meet;
And new-made songs of loud applause
The harmony complete.
4, 5 For faithful is the word of God ;
His works with truth abound ;
He justice loves; and all the earth
Is with his goodness crown'd.
6 By his Almighty Word, at first,
The heav'nly arch was rear'd ;
Ahd all the beauteous hosts of light
At his command appear'd.

7. The swelling floods, together roll'd,
He makes in heaps to lie ;
And lays, as in a store-house safe,
The wat'ry treasures by.
8, 9 Let earth, and all that dwell therein,
Before him trembling stand ;
For, when he spake the word, 'twas made ;
'Twas fix’d at his command.

10 He, when the heathen closely plot,
Their councils undermines;
His wisdom ineffectual makes
The people’s rash designs.
11 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees
Shall stand for ever sure ;
The settled purpose of his heart
To ages shall endure.
12 How happy then are they, to whom
The Lord for God is known .
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Whom he, from all the world besides, Has chosen for his own. 13, 14, 15 He all the nations of the earth, From heav'n, his throne, survey’d ; He saw their works, and view'd their thoughts; By him their hearts were made. 16, 17 No king is safe by num’rous hosts; Their strength the strong deceives: No manag’d horse, by force or speed, His warlike rider saves. 18, 19 "Tis God, who those that trust in him Beholds with gracious eyes; He frees their souls from death; their want, In time of dearth, supplies. 20, 21 Our soul on God with patience waits; Our help and shield is he: . Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, Because we trust in thee. 22 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, Do thou to us extend; Since we, for all we want or wish, On thee alone depend.


1 Tho, all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast, Till all that are distrest, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 O ! magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name: 4. When in distress to him I call’d, He to my rescue came. 5 Their drooping hearts were soon refresh'd, Who look’d to him for aid; Desir'd success in ev'ry face A cheerful air display’d. 6 “Behold,” say they, “behold the man, “Whom providence reliev'd ; “The man so dang'rously beset, “So wondrously retriev'd " 7 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just;

Deliv'rance he affords to all
Who on his succour trust.

8 O ! make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
9 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear :
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.

10 While hungry lions lack their prey, The Lord will food provide For such as put their trust in him, And see their needs supply'd. PART II. !? Approach, ye piously dispos'd, And my instruction hear ; I'll teach you the true discipline Of his religious fear, * * 12 Let him who length of life desires, And prosp'rous days would see, 13 From sland'ring language keep his tongue, His lips frem falsehood free ;

14 The crooked paths of vice decline,
And virtue's ways pursue;
Establish peace, where 'tis begun;
And where 'tis lost renew.
15 The Lord from heav'n beholds the just
With favourable eyes;
And, when distress'd, his gracious ear
Is open to their cries;

16 But turns his wrathful look on those

Whom mercy can’t reclaim,
To cut them off, and from the earth

Blot out their hated name.

17 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives, When his relief they crave;

18 He's nigh to heal the broken heart, And contrite spirit save.

19 The wicked oft, but still in vain,

-- Against the just conspire;

20 For under their affliction's weight He keeps their bones entire.

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The wicked, from their wicked arts,
Their ruin shall derive ;

Whilst righteous men, whom they detest,
Shall them and theirs survive.

For God preserves the souls of those.
Who on his truth depend;

To them, and their posterity,
His blessings shall descend.


GAINST all those that strive with me,
O Lord, assert my right;
With such as war unjustly wage,
Do thou my battles fight.
Thy buckler take, and bind thy shield
Upon thy warlike arm ;
Stand up, O God, in my defence,
And keep me safe from harm.

Bring forth thy spear; and stop their course,
That haste my blood to spill;

Say to my soul, “I am thy health,
“And will preserve thee still.”

Let them with shame be cover'd o'er,
Who my destruction sought;

And such as did my harm devise,

Be to confusion brought.

Then shall they fly, dispers'd like chaff
Before the driving wind;
God’s vengeful minister of wrath
Shall follow close behind.
And when, through dark and slipp'ry ways,
They strive his rage to shun,
His vengeful ministers of wrath
Shall goad them as they run.

Since, unprovok'd by any wrong,
They hid their treach'rous snare ;
And, for my harmless soul, a pit
Did, without cause, prepare ;
Surpris’d by mischiefs unforeseen,
By their own arts betray'd,
Their feet shall fall into the net,
Which they for me had laid :

Whilst my glad soul shall God's great Namc
For this deliv'rance bless,

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