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6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!
At noon repeat my cry,
Nor will he long deny.
Or shield me when afraid;
If he command their aid.
The Lord fustains them all; My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days.
PSALM LV. 15, 16, 17, 19, 22. Short Metre,
And chuse the road to death;
I'll spend my daily breath.
When morning brings the light;
And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
Beneath thine angry rod.
And no fad changes feel,
Nor learn to do thy will. 5
But I with all my cares,
Will lean upon the Lord, I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.
The children of his love;
No earthly pow'r can move.
PSA L M LVI. Deliverance from oppression and falsehood: or,
God's care of his people, in answer to faith
Thou whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th’ oppreflor ceafe, Behold how envious Sippers try
To vex and break my peace. 2 The fons of violence and lies,
Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.
I have repos'd my trust;
4 They wrest my words to mischief still, ,
Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all th:ir thoughts.
Must their devices staod ?
Their groans affect his ears;
A bottle for my tears.
The wicked fear aad Ace;
So Dear is God to me,
I have repos'd my trust;
The offspring of the dust.
Thou shalt receive my praise;
“How righteous all thy ways."
O fet thy pris ner free!
May be employ'd for thee.
Y God, in whom are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'nsʻl send my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform;
And saves me from the threatning 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 toogue, the glory of my frame.
And reaches to the utmost sky;
When lower worlds dissolve and die. 6 Be thou éxalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell,
PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm.
Warning to magistrates.
Will ye despise the righteous cause,
Dare ye condemg the righteous poor,
While gold and greatness bribe your hands? 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too?
High in the heav'ns his justice reigns:
To bind the conscience in your chains.
And death attends where'er it wounds;
Against the pow'r of charming sounds. 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood;
And crush the serpents in the duít: As empty chaff, when whirlwiods rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies,
So let their hopes and names be lost. 5 Th’ Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of snow dissolve and run,
Vain births, that never see the sun. 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to laints afford;
And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules op high, " A God that liears his children cry,
“And will their suff'rings well repay."