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Shall they advance their heads in pride,
Aod still thy faints devour?
And then insult the poor;
That they shall fall no more.
Attend our humble cry:
When God ascends on high.
And say with foolish pride,
“To fight on Zion's side.”
And pow'rful is thine hand,
And perith'd from thy land.
And cause thine ear to hear;
And puts the world in fear.
No more despise the juft;
They are but earth and dust.
P S A L M XÍ.
Y refuge is the God of love,
“ Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove,
" To distant woods or mountains fly."
(That firm foundation of our peace)
Where shall the righteous seek redress?
His eye furveys the world below:
His eye-lids fearch our fpirits thro'.
To prove their love, and try their grace,
His very soul abhors their ways.
Tempests of brimstone, fire and death,
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
Whose thoughts and actions are fincere,
PSALM XII. Long Metre.
of the tongue complained of, viz. blafphemy, falfe
ORD, if thou dost not foon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;
Will scarce be found if thou delay.
Is fill'd with trifles loole and vain;
Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit,
And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
Their flatt'ring and blafpheming tongue. 4 " Yet shall our words be free, they cry;
“Our tongue shall be contrould by none : “Where is the Lord will ask us why?
“Or fay our lips are not our own?”
And hears th' oppressor's haughty Itrain,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
From drofs and mixture shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy foul from harm;
PSALM XII. Common Metre.
Complaint of a general corruption of manners : of,
The promise and signs of Christ's coming to judgment.
'H Religion Notes ground;
TELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
loses The fons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound,
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatt'rer's part; With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie,
How is their fury stirr'd! “ Are not our lips our own, they cry,
And who shall be our lord?” 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side,
Where a vile race of men
And bears the sword in vain.
PAUSE. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing coid: 6 Is not thy chariot hast'oing on? Haft thou not giv’n the sign?
? May we not trust and live upon
A promise fo divine ? 7 “ Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rise,
“ And make oppressors flee? “I shall appear to their surprize,
“ And set my servants free.”
Thro'ages fhall endure;
Shall find the promise sure.
PSALM XIII. Long Metre.
Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
And I still pray, and be deay'd ? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
And still defpair of thy return?
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?
Rejoice to fee me sunk so low?
Before my death conclude my grief,
I sleep in everlasting night.
If but one praying foul be lost?
And thall again behold thy face.
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
PSALM XIII. Common Metre.
Complaint under tcmptations of the devil.