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6 " While I destroy their foes,
“ Pd richly feed my flock, ** And they should taste the stream that flows
56 From their eternal Rock,
PSA L M LXXXII. God the supreme governor ; or, Magistrates warned.
A greater Ruler takes his feat; The God of heav'n as judge, furveys
Those gods on earth and all their ways. 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
That finners vex the saints no more? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go;
For they shall fall and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Poffefs his universal throne,
PS A L M LXXXIII.
A Perpetual filence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his veng'ance sleep?
3 Against thy hidden ones
Their couosels they employ, od malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy. 4 The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy sheep. 5
Come, let us joia, they crys.
" To root them from the ground, « Till not the name of faints remain,
“ Nor mem'ry shall be found. 6 Awake, almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Or stubble to the wind.
And make them feek thy name:
That they may die in fhame, 8 Then shall the nations know
That glorious dreadful word: Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the fov'reign Lord.
PSALM LXXXIV. First Part. Long Metre.
The pleasure of public worship.
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are !
To meet th' assemblies of thy faints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God;
My God, my King, why should i be
So far from all my joys and thee? 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest,
And for her young provides her neft;
That plealure which his children want; of Blest are the saints who fit on high
Around thy throne of majesty;
And all their work is praise and love. 5 Bleft are the fouls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are fet
To find the way to Zion's gate;
They lean upon their helper God.
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,
PSALM LXXXIV. Second Part. Long Metre.
God and his church; or, Grace and Glory.
REAT God attend while Zion liogs
The joy that from thy presence springs : To spend one day, with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our suo, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God beltow,
And crown that grace with glory too!
No real good from upright fouls,
The glorious hosts of heav'o obey,
PSALM LXXXIV. 1, 4, 2, 3, 10.
Paraphrased in Common Metre.
Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present
in his churches,
Y foul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God
Tho' in his earthly courts.
His faving pow'r displays,
With kind and quickning rays.
Descends and fills the place,
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;
While far from thine abode;
My Saviour and my God?
And suffers no remove;
To dwell but where I love.,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Employ'd in carnal joys.
While Jesus is within,
Or live in tents of fin.
And the more boundless sea,
I'd give them both away.
PSALM LXXXIV. As the 148th Pfalm.
Longing for the house of God.
How pleafant and how fair