PSALM LXXIII. First part. Com. metre. Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, 2 I griev'd to fee the wicked thrive, "With well fed flesh, and haughty eyes, 4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray, "And cleanfe my heart in vain ; "For I am chaften'd all the day, The night renews my pain." 5 Yet, while my tongue indulg❜d complaints, 6 But ftill I found my doubts too hard; 7 There, as in fome prophetic glafs, High mounted on a flipp'ry place, 8 I heard the wretch profanely boaft, 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! Thus to fufpect thy promis'd grace, 10 Yet I was kept from fell defpair, That bleffed hand which broke the fnare, PSALM LXXIII. Second part. Com. metre. GOD Thine arm of mercy held me up 2 Thy counfels, Lord, fhall guide my feet 3 Were I in heav'n, without my God, And whilft this earth is my abode, 4 What if the fprings of life were broke. God is my foul's Eternal Rock, 5 The ftrength of ev'ry faint. Behold! the finners who remove Not all the idol gods they love, Can fave them, when they cry. 6 But, to draw near to thee, my God, My tongue fhall found thy works abroad, PSALM LXXIII. Long metre. The profperity of finners curfed. LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was To mourn and murmur, and repine, To fee the wicked, plac'd on high, 2 But Oh! their end, their dreadful end? Thy fanctuary taught me fo: On flipp'ry rocks I fee them ftand, 3 Now, let them boaft how tall they rife! I'll never envy them again : There they may ftand with haughty eyes, 'Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fency'd joys, how faft they flee! Juft like a dream when man awakes; Their fongs of fofteft harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. Now I efteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine," My life, my portion, and my God! PSALM LXXIII. Short. metre The mystery of Providence unfolded. URE there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain : Though men of vice may boaft aloud, 2 I faw the wicked rife, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with fcornful eyes In robes of honor shine. 13 Pamper'd with wanton ease. Their flesh looks fuli and fair; 4 Free from the plagues and pains Which pious fouls endure, Through all their life oppreffion reigns, And racks the humble poor." sTheir imp'ous tongues blafpheme The everlasting God; Their malace blafts the good man's name 6 But I, with flowing tears, 7 The tumults of my thoughts Till to thy houfe my feet were brought 8 Thy word, with light and pow'r 9 On what a flipp'ry fteep The thoughtless wretches go! And Oh! that dreadful firy deep Which waits their fall below! I Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine ; I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine. PSALM LXXIV. The Church.pleading with God,under fore perfecution. WILL Against the people of his love His little chofen flock? 2 Think of the tribes fo dearly bought Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy giory flood. Lift up thy feet and march in hafte, 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and fang Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their entigns hang, 3 How are the feats of worship broke! And he who deals the heav'eft ftroke, 6 With flames they threaten to destroy, 7 And stilto heighten our diftreís, 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, There's not a foul among us knows PAUSE. 9 How long, Eternal God, how long, ro Canfl thou forever fit and hear And fill thy jealousy forbear, And ftill withhold thine hand? II What ftrange deliv'rance haft thou shown In ages long before? And, now, no other God we own; No other God adore. |