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i 5 Shall they escape without thy Frown?
Muft their Devices stand?
Their Groans affect his Ears ;
The Wicked fear and fee ;
So near is God to me.
I have repos'd my Truft;
The Offspring of the Dust.
Í hou shalt receive my Praise ;
“ How righteous all thy Ways !"
O set thy Pris'ner free :
2 Up to the Heav'ns I send my Cry,
The LORD will my Desires perform ;
And saves me from the threat'ning Storm. 3 Be Thou exalted, O my God,
Above the Heav'ns where Angels dwell!
And Land to Land thy Wonders tell.
Immortal Honours to thy Name;
My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame! 5 High o'er the Earth his Mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost Sky;
When lower Worlds diffolve and die: 6 Be Thou exalted, O my God,
Above the Heav’ns where Angels dwell!
UDGES, who rule the World by Laws,
Will ye despise the righteous Cause,
When th’injur'd Poor before you stands?
While Gold and Greatness bribe your
High in the Heav'ns bis Justice reigns ;
Yet you invade the Rights of God,
To bind the Conscience in your Chaiņs. 3 Th’ ALMIGHTY thunders from the Sky! Their Grandeur melts, their Titles die,
As Hills of Snow diffolve and run
Vain Births that never see the Sun.
4 Thus shall the Vengeance of the LORD Safety and Joy to Saints afford;
And All that hear ihall join and say, « Sure there's a God that rules on high, " A God that hears his Children cry,
« And will their. Suff rings well repay.
PSA L M LIX.
AVE me, O LORD, my gracous Gon,
determinid Foes; In my Defence oppose thy Pow'r
To theirs who me oppose.
For Succour I depend :
Who only canst defend.
From Danger set me free,
4 Early will I thy Mercy fing,
Thy wondrous Pow'r confess ;
My Refuge in Difíress.
O God, my Strength, I'll sing :
PSA L M LX.
EPULS'D, dispers’d, chastis’d by Thee,
grant us, LORD, thy Face to fee; And let the People, once thy Care,
Again thy fav’ring Presence share. 2 How trembles this divided Land
Beneath the Terrors of thy Hand !
Its Breaches heal, its Peace restore. 3 Thy. just Decrees to Ifrael's Eyes
Have bid a Scene of Sorrow rise ;
Of dire Aftonishment confign.
Beneath it Each, who owns thy Fear,
His Sword, secure of Conqueft, draws. 5 Such, Objects of thy tend'rest Love,
Defend, propitious, from above;
PSA L M LXI." Metre i.
THEN overwhelm'd with Grief,
My Heart within me dies ;
To Heav'n I lift mine Eyes.
That's high above my Head;
My Shelter and my Shade.
For ever I'll abide ;
The REFUGE where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the Lot
Of those that fear thy Name;
PPRESS'D with Grief, in Exile loft,
My Voice, eternal Gob, I send ;
O hear my Plaint; my Pray’r attende 2 High on the Rock my Fortress rear,
There let me stand unmov'd, and hear
At Distance roll beneath my Feet.