Shall they advance their heads in pride,

Aod still thy faints devour?
They put thy judgments from their fight,

And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,

That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, 'O God, lift up thine hand,

Attend our humble cry:
No enemy inall dare to stand

When God ascends on high.

PAUSE.
; Why do the men of malice rage,

And say with foolish pride,
" The God of heav'n will ne'er engage

“To fight on Zion's side.”
6 But thou for ever art our Lord;

And pow'rful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,

And perith'd from thy land.
7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,

And cause thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what his children fay,

And puts the world in fear.
athing & Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,

No more despise the juft;
And mighty lipners shall confefs

They are but earth and dust.

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P S A L M XÍ.
God loves the righteous and hates the wicked,

Y refuge is the God of love,
Why do my foes insult and cry,

“ Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove,

" To distant woods or mountains fly."
2 If government be all destroy'd,

(That firm foundation of our peace)
And violence make justice void,

Where shall the righteous seek redress?
3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne,

His eye furveys the world below:
To him all mortal things are known,

His eye-lids fearch our fpirits thro'.
4 If he afflicts his faints fo far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?

His very soul abhors their ways.
5 On impious wretches he shall rain

Tempests of brimstone, fire and death,
Such as he kindled on the plain

Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls,

Whose thoughts and actions are fincere,
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XII. Long Metre.
The saint's safety and hope in evil times: or, Sins

of the tongue complained of, viz. blafphemy, falfe
hood, &c.

ORD, if thou dost not foon appear,
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Virtue and truth will fly away;
A faithful man amongst us here,

Will scarce be found if thou delay.
2 The whole discourse when neighbours meet,

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;
The God of vengeance will confound

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?”
5 The Lord who sees the poor oppressid,

And hears th' oppressor's haughty Itrain,
Will rise to give his children reft,

Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd,

Void of deceit shall still appear;
Not silver fev'n times purify'd

From drofs and mixture shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour

Defend the holy foul from harm;
Tho' when the vilest men have pow'r,
On ev'ry side will fingers swarm.

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
Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride,

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.”
8. Thy word like filver fev's times try'd,

Thro'ages fhall endure;
The men that in thy truth cunfide,

Shall find the promise sure.

PSALM XIII. Long Metre.
Pleading with God under defertion : or, Hope in

darkness.
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Tow long, O Lord, shall I complain,

Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide ?

And I still pray, and be deay'd ? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my foul thine abfeace mourn ?

And still defpair of thy return?
3 How long shall my poor troubled breast

Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?
And Satan, my malicious foe,

Rejoice to fee me sunk so low?
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,

Before my death conclude my grief,
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.
$ How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,

If but one praying foul be lost?
But I have trusted in thy grace,

And thall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
My heart Mall feel thy love and raise
My chearful voice to songs of praise.

PSALM XIII. Common Metre.

Complaint under tcmptations of the devil.
I LOW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?