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While haughty fools with scoroful eyes,
In robes of honour shine.
Their flesh looks full and fair,
without their care.
That pious fouls endure,
And racks the humble poor.
The everlasting God:
And spreads their lies abroad, 6 But I with Aowing tears
Indulg'd my doubts to rise; * Is there a God that sees or hears
“The things below the skies?"] 7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspence,
To learn thy justice thence.
Did my mistakes amend;
But here I learo'd their end. 9 On what a flipp'ry steep
The thoughtlels wretches go; Add that dreadful fiery deep,
That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine;
W"His wrath for ever fimoke
God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
His little chofen Alock ?
With their Redeemer's blood;
Where once thy glory stood.
Aloud our ruin calls;
Is made within thy walls,
Thy foes profanely roar:
Sad tokens of their pow'r.
They tear thy buildings down,
Procures the chief renown,
Thy children in their neft; « Come, let us burn at once they cry,
“ The temple and the priest.” 7 And fill to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace,
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.
But all the feers mouro;
The time of thy return.
Shall men of pride blaspheme!
And bear immortal shame?
Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear,
And still with-hold thine hand?
In ages long before?
No other God adore.
By thy resistless might,
And then secure their flight.
The darkness and the day?
And mark the fun his way?
And let the earth its bounds,
In thcir perpetual rounds?
15 And fhall the fons of earth and dust
That facred pow'r blafpheme!
Avenge thine injur'd name?
And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jeft; Plead thy own cause, almighty God,
And give thy children reft.
PSA L M LXXV.
liam, or the happy accession of king George to
O thee, most holy, and most High,
To thee we bring our thankful praises Thy works declare thy name is nigh,
Tby works of wonder and of grace. 2 Britain was doom'd to be a save,
Her frame diffolv'd; her fears were great;
To bear the pillars of the state.
And sware to rule by wholesome laws;
His arm defend the righteous cause. 4 Let haughty finners sink their pride;
Nor lift so high their fcornful head;
But lay their foolish thoughts aside,
And owa the king that God hath made. 5 Such honours never come by chance,
Nor do the winds promotion blow;
'Tis God that lays another low. 6 No vain pretence to royal birth,
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne;
Will rite, and make his justice knowo. 7 His hand holds out the dreadful cup,
Of vengeance mix'd with various plagues,
Wring out, and taste the bitter dregs. 8 Now hall the Lord exalt the just,
And while he tramples on the proud,
PS A L M LXXVI.
Israel faved, and the Asyrians destroyed: or, God's
vengeance against his erenies proceeds from his church.
IN Judah God of old was known;
His name in Itra'l great,
Aud Sion was his feat.
His dwelling there he chole:
Againit their haughty foes.