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And by his saving health secur'd,
Its grateful joy express. -
My very bones shall say, “O Lord,
“Who can compare with thee!
“Who sets the poor and helpless man
“From strong oppressors free.”
False witnesses, with forg’d complaints,
Against my truth combin’d ;
And to my charge such things they laid,
As I had ne'er design'd.
The good which I to them had done,
With evil they repaid;
And did, by malice undeserv’d,
My harmless life invade.
But as for me, when they were sick,
I still in sackcloth mourn’d ;
I pray'd and fasted, and my pray’r
To my own breast return'd.
Had they my friends or brethren been,
I could have done no more ;
Nor with more decent signs of grief
A mother's loss deplore.
How diff'rent did their carriage prove,
In times of my distress |
When they, in crowds, together met,
Did savage joy express.
The rabble too, in num’rous throngs,
By their example came ;
And ceas'd not, with reviling words,
To wound my spotless fame.
Scoffers, that noble tables haunt,
And earn their bread with lies,
Did gnash their teeth, and sland'ring jests.
But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on 2
On my behalf appear;
And save my guiltless soul, which they,
Like rav'ning beasts, would tear.
So I, before the list’ning world,
Shall grateful thanks express;
And where the great assembly meets,
Thy Name with praises bless,
Lord, suffer not my causeless foes,
Who me unjustly hate,
With open joy, or secret signs,
To mock my sad estate.
For they with hearts averse to peace,
Against the men of quiet minds
To forge malicious lies.
Nor with these private airs content,
Aloud they vent their spite ;
And say, “At last we found him out,
“He did it in our sight.”
But thou, who dost both them and me
With righteous eyes survey,
Assert my innocence, O Lord,
And keep not far away.
Stir up thyself in my behalf;
To judgment, Lord, awake;
Thy lighteous servant's cause, O God,
To thy decision take.
Lord, as my heart has upright been,
Let me thy justice find ;
Nor let my cruel foes obtain
The triumph they design'd.
O ! let them not, amongst themselves,
In boasting language say,
“At length our wishes are complete;
“At last he's made our prey.”
Let such as in my harm rejoic'd,
For shame their faces hide;
And soul dishonour wait on those,
That proudly me defy'd:
Whilst they with cheerful voices shout,
Who my just cause befriend;
And bless the Lord who loves to make
Success his saints attend.
So shall my tongue thy judgments sing,
Inspir'd with grateful joy;
And cheerful hymns in praise of thee,
Shall all my days employ
1. Y crafty foe, with flatt’ring art,
His wicked purpose would disguise ;
But reason whispers to my heart,
He ne'er sets God before his eyes:
He soothes himself, retird from sight;
Secure he thinks his/treach’rous game;
Till his dark plots, expos'd to light,
Their false kontriver brand with shame.
In deeds he is thy foe confess'd,
Whilst with his tongue he speaks mt fair;
True wisdom's banish’d from his breast,
And vice has sole dominion there.
His wakeful malice spends the night
Hn forging his aecurs'd designs;
His obstinate ungen'rous spite
CNo execrable means declines.
But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
Above the heav'nly orb ascends,
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur’d scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
7-8ince of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt’ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust
8 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 fall’n, no more to rise. PSALM XXXVII. 1 THOUGH 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 slow’s away shall pass, Whose bloomi , bouy 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 wav'ring 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.
12 While sinful crowds, with false design,
Against the righteous few combine,
And gnash their teeth and threat’ning 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 :
13 out their strong bows shall soon be broke,
Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke
Through their own hearts shall force its way.
A little, with God’s favour bless'd,
That's by one righteous man possess'd,
The wealth of many bad excels;
For God supports the just man's cause;
But as for those that break his laws,
Their unsuccessful pow'r he quells.
His constant care the upright guides,
And over all their life presides;
Their portion shall forever last :
They when distress o'erwhelms the earth,
Shall be unmov’d, and ev'n in death
The happy fruits of plenty taste.
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,
Shall in an instant melt away,
And vanish into smoke and air.
While sinners, brought to sad decay,
Still borrow on, and never pay,
The just have will and pow'r to give;
For such as God vouchsafes to bless,
Shall peaceably the earth possess;
And those he curses shall not live.
The good man's way is God's delight;
He orders all the steps aright
Of him that moves by his command;
Though he sometimes may be distress'd,
Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd;
For God upholds him with his hand.
From my first youth, till age prevail'd,
I never saw the righteous #.
Or want o'ertake his num’rous race ;
Because compassion fill'd his heart,
And he did cheersully impart,
God made his offspring's wealth increase.
With caution shun each wicked deed,
In virtue's ways with zeal proceed,
And so prolong your happy days;
For God, who judgment loves, does still
Preserve his saints secure from ill,
While soon the picked race decays.