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PSA L M LXXII. Metre ii.
The knownand unknown Worlds obey, Now give the Kingdom to thy SON; Extend his Pow'r, exalt his Throne. 2 Thy Sceptre well becomes his Hands; į All Heav'n submits to his Commands
His Justice shall avenge the Poor ;
And Pride and Rage prevail no more. 1 3 With Pow'r He vindicates the Just,
And treads th' Oppreffor in the Dust;
Till Hours, and Years, and Time be past. 4 As Rain on Meadows newly mown,
So shall He send his Influence down :
Like heav'nly Dew on thirsty Hills.
The Shades of over-spreading Death,
And Deferts blossom at the Sight.
Drest in the Robes of Joy and Praise ;
Does his fucceffive Journies run:
8 To Him shall endless Pray'r be made,
And Princes throng to crown his Head ;
With ev'ry Morning-Sacrifice.
Dwell on his Love with sweetest Song ;
Their early Blessings on his Name. 10 Blessings abound where'er He reigns ;
The Pris'ner leaps to loose his Chains ;
And all the Sons of Want are blest. 11 Where He displays his healing Pow'r,
Death and the Curse are known no more;
More Bleffings than their Father lost. 12 Let ev'ry Creature rise, and bring
Peculiar' Honours to our KING ;
PSALM LXXIII. Metre i.
Nowo convinc'd the Lord is kind
OW I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind
To Men of Heart sincere : Though once my foolish Thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on Despair. 2 I griev'd to see the Wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry Breath, « How pleasant and profane they live!
“How peaceful is their Death !”
3 Yet while my Tongue indulg'd Complaints,
I felt my Heart reprove ;
"And grieve the Men I love."
'The Conflict too severe,
And learn thy Secrets there, 5.There, as in some prophetic Glass,
I faw the Sinner's Feet
Befide,a fiery Pit.
Till at thy Frown he fell ;
And he awakes in Hell.
How like a thoughtless Beaft!
And think the Wicked bleft.
Shall guide me to thy Throne.
9 GOD, my Supporter and 'nry Hopes
My Help for ever near,
When finking in Defpair.
10 Thy Counsels, LORD, shall guide my Feet
Through this dark Wilderness;
To dwell before thy Face.
'Twould be no Joy to me;
I long for none but Thee.
And Flesh and Heart should faint !
The Strength of ev'ry Saint. 13 Behold, the Sinners that remove
Far from thy Presence die ;
Can save them when they cry.
Shall be my sweet Employ;
And tell the World my Joy.
ORD, what a thoughtless Wretch was I,
To mourn and murmur, and repine To see the Wicked plac'd on high,
In Pride and Robes of Honour shine !
Thy Sanctuary taught me fo:
3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
them again ; There they may stand with haughty Eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless Pain. 4
Their fancy'd Joys how fast they fee !
Are but a Preface to their Plagues.
Too dear to purchase with my Blood;
THOU, whose Hand has Ifrael led,
His Fold enlarg’d, his. Pasture spread, Call to thy Thought the facred Band,
Once own'd the Purchase of thine Hand. 2 The Heritage by Thee redeem'd;
Fair Sion's Mount, where copious stream’d
The Seat of MAJESTY divine. 3
Thee from of old my KING I fee,
Hath turn'd each adverse Pow'r to Flight. 4 At thy Command, the wat'ry Deeps
Asunder stood, in liquid Heaps :