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10 Fair BRANCH, ordain'd of old to shoot
From Dauid's Stock, from Jacob's Root ;
The lesser Branches of the Tree :
Girt with thy Strength, at thy Right-Hand;
With Pow'r and Grace above the rest. 12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry,
Shine on thy Churches, left they die ;
ING to the Lord aloud,
And make a joyful Noise:
Let Israel her bis Voice. 2 << From vile Idolatry
“ Preferve my Worfhip clean;
“ From Slavery and Sin. 3
« Stretch thy Defires abroad,
“And I'll fupply them well;
“ If Israel will rebel ; 4
“I'll leave them, faith the LORD,
" To their own Lufts a Prey,
« 'Tis their own chofen Way.
5 « Yet, O! that all my Saints
« And bid their Hearts rejoice. 6
« While I destroy thcir Foes,
“I'd richly feed my Flock; “ And they should taste the Stream that flows « From their eternal Rock.”
PSA L M LXXXII. MONG th”. Assemblies of the Great,
A greater Ruler takes bis Seat;
Or why fupport th' unrighteous Cause?
That Sinners vex the Saints no more? 3 They know not, LORD, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go ;
2 4 Arise, O LORD, and let thy Son
Posless his: universal Throne,
PSA L M LXXXIII.
No longer let thy pow'rful Hand
2 Behold them, LORD, their Arts employ,
The Heav'n-rais'd People to destroy,
Thy secret Presence wraps around. 3 Their Leagues, their Plans, with frantic Aim,
Against Omnipotence they frame;
The headlong Nations rush to Arms. 4 Swift as the fiery Deluge strays,
And wraps the Forests in its Blaze,
The Mountain's shaggy Waste devours. 5 Let wild Confufion clothe their Cheek,
And teach them, LORD, thy Name to seek,
To each ordaind that errs from Thee.. 6 “ JEHOVAH, shall the Rebels cry,
“ JEHOVAH only reigns on high,
PSA L M LXXXIV. ,Metre i.
GOD of Hosts, the mighty LORD,
How lovely is the Place
The Brightness of thy Face !
to view thy bleft Abode;
For Thee the living God. 33
3 The Birds a peaceful Home secure,
And, joyful, tend their Neft ;-
Thy Courts, her sweetest Relt.!". 4 O LORD of Hofts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they
And there thy Praise display! 5 Thrice happy they whose Choice has Thee
Their sure Protection made ;
That to thy Dwelling lead.
Of Vanity and Tears;
The thirsty Defert cheers. [thence 7 Thus they proceed from Strength to
And still approach more near; [Strength,
8 O LORD, the mighty God of Hosts,
My Supplication hear ;
Incline thy gracious Ear.
Of thine anointed Son:
To Him for Refuge run.
10 To dwell one Day within thy Courts,
My God, my gracious King,
And thy Salvation sing.
A Thousand Days befide,
Would I a Servant wait,
Or fill a Throne of State.
Will Grace and Glory give;
From them that juftly live. 14 Thou God, whom heav'nly Hofts obey,
How highly bleft is he,
Is still repos'd on Thee!
PSA L M LXXXIV. Metre ii.
pleafant, how divinely fair,
OLORD OF Hosts, thy Dwellings are! With long Defore my Spirit' faints
To meet th' Affemblies of thy Saints. 2 My Flesh would rest in thine Abode ;
My panting Heart cries out for God;