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Muft their Devices stand?
O cast the haughty Sinner down,
And let him know thy Hande,

PART II.
6 GOD counts the Sorrows of his Saints,

Their Groans affect his Ears ;
Thou hast a Book for my Complaints,
A Bottle for

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Tears.
7 When to thy Throne I raise my Cry,

The Wicked fear and fee ;
So swift is Pray'r to reach the Sky,

So near is God to me.
8 In Thee, most Holy, Juft, and True,

I have repos'd my Truft;
Nor will I fear what Man can do,

The Offspring of the Dust.
9 Thy folemn Vows are on me, LORD,

Í hou shalt receive my Praise ;
I'll fing, “ How faithful' is thy Word!

“ How righteous all thy Ways !"
10 Thou hast fecur’d my Soul from Death ;

O set thy Pris'ner free :
That Heart and Hand, and Life and Breath,
May be employ'd for Thee.

PSALM LVII.
Y God, in whom are all the Springs
Of boundless Love and Grace un-

known;
Hide me beneath thy spreading Wings,
Till the dark Cloud is overblown.

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2 Up to the Heav'ns I send my Cry,

The LORD will my Desires perform ;
He sends his Angel from the Sky,

And saves me from the threat'ning Storm. 3 Be Thou exalted, O my God,

Above the Heav'ns where Angels dwell!
Thy Pow'r on Earth be known abroad,

And Land to Land thy Wonders tell.
4 My Heart is fix'd ; my Song shall raise

Immortal Honours to thy Name;
Awake, my Tongue, to found his Praise !

My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame! 5 High o'er the Earth his Mercy reigns,

And reaches to the utmost Sky;
His Truth to endless Years remains,

When lower Worlds diffolve and die: 6 Be Thou exalted, O my God,

Above the Heav’ns where Angels dwell!
Thy Pow'r on Earth be known abroad,
And Land to Land thy Wonders tell.

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PSALM LVIII.

UDGES, who rule the World by Laws,

Will ye despise the righteous Cause,

When th’injur'd Poor before you stands?
Dare ye condemn the righteous Poor,
And let rich Sinners 'scape secure, [Hands?

While Gold and Greatness bribe your
2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the Judges too?

High in the Heav'ns bis Justice reigns ;

Yet you invade the Rights of God,
And send your bold Decrees abroad,

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
Or Snails that perish in their Slime,
Or Births that come before their Time,

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.

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determinid Foes; In my Defence oppose thy Pow'r

To theirs who me oppose.
2 On Thee I wait, 'tis on thy Strength

For Succour I depend :
'Tis Thou, O God, art my Defence,

Who only canst defend.
3 Thy Mercy, Lord, which has so oft

From Danger set me free,
Shalị crown my Wishes, and subdue
My haughty Foes to me.

4 Early will I thy Mercy fing,

Thy wondrous Pow'r confess ;
For Thou hast been my fure DEFENCE,

My Refuge in Difíress.
5 To Thee, with never-ceasing Praise,

O God, my Strength, I'll sing :
Thou art my God, the Rock from whence
My Health and Safety spring.

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 !
O THOU, the God whom we adore,

Its Breaches heal, its Peace restore. 3 Thy. just Decrees to Ifrael's Eyes

Have bid a Scene of Sorrow rise ;
And to his pallid Lips the Wine

Of dire Aftonishment confign.
4. Yet see, thine Hands a Standard rear ;

Beneath it Each, who owns thy Fear,
(Engag'd in TRUTH's neglected Cause)

His Sword, secure of Conqueft, draws. 5 Such, Objects of thy tend'rest Love,

Defend, propitious, from above;
Let Me with them thy Mercy share,
And hear, I hear my ceaselet's Pray'r !

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PSA L M LXI." Metre i.

THEN overwhelm'd with Grief,

My Heart within me dies ;
Helpless and far from all Relief,

To Heav'n I lift mine Eyes.
O lead me to the Rock

That's high above my Head;
And make the Covert of thy Wings

My Shelter and my Shade.
Within thy Presence, LORD,

For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the Tow'r of my Defence,

The REFUGE where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the Lot

Of those that fear thy Name;
If endless Life be their Reward,
I shall poffefs the fame.
PSA L M LXI. Metre ii.

PPRESS'D with Grief, in Exile loft,

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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
The Storms (that now around me beat)

At Distance roll beneath my Feet.
3 Thee, LORD, I seek, whene'er my Foes
With dire Intent my Path inclole;
And own Thee, in the dang 'rous Hour,
My steadfast Hope, my strongest Tow'r.

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