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3 By Languor, Grief and Care oppress’d,

While Groans perpetual heave my Breast,
And Tears in large Profufion shed,
Inceffant lave my sleepless Bed ;
My Life, though yet in mid Career,

Beholds the Winter of its Year. 4 Hence ye Profane :-My Saviour hears ;

While yet I speak, he wipes my Tears ; Accepts my Pray’r and bids each Foe With Shame, their vain Attempts forego, And, struck with Horror from on high, In wild Disorder backward fly.

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Save me, LORD, and to my Foes

Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose Thy Pow'r; and let the Arm divine

Stretch'd in my Cause, bespeak me thine. 2 My God, if Truth their Censure guide,

If Guilt be in my Facts descried,
Low in the Dust my Life be laid,

And Earth's dark Womb my Glory shade. 3 Rise, mightiest LORD, triumphant rise,

O’er each whose Hand thy Pow'r defies ;
Ascend thy Throne, great God, again,

And vindicate thy Ways to Men. 4.0 Thou whose strictly searching Eye

The Heart and inmoft Reins can try ;
Sin's baneful Growth do Thou control,
And guard from Ill the upright Soul.

5 Th' impartial Judge, whose Eyes each Day

Cast o'er the Earth their ftri&t Survey :
To Him, my Soul, for Help repair,

He makes the faithful Heart his Care. 6 If Man his Law refuse to know,

He whets his Sword, He bends his Bow,
And points with Fire the winged Dart

Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppressor's Heart. 7 Thy Truth, O LORD, shall on my Breast

In sweet Remembrance stand imprest;
With grateful Joy my Heart inspire,
And wake to ceaseless Praise my Lyre.

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VIII.

Metre i.

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Lord, our God, how wond'rous great The Glories of thy heav'nly State

Let Men and Babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy Works on high,

The Moon that rules the Night, And Stars that well adorn the Sky,

Those moving Worlds of Light : 3 Lord, what is Man, or all his Race,

Who dwells so far below, That Thou should'st visit him with Grace,

And love his Nature so !

4. That thy eternal Son should bear

To take a mortal Form,
Made lower than his Angels are,

To save a dying Worm!

5 Let Him be crown’d with Majesty,

Who bow'd his Head to Death: And be his Honours founded high,

By all Things that have Breath. .
6 JESUS, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is thine exalted Name!
The Glories of thy heav'nly State

Let the whole Earth proclaim,

PSALM

VIII,

Metre ii,

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MMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame

great thy Honour, Praise, and Name ! From Infants Thou canst strength upraise,

And form their lifping Tongues to praise.
2 When, rapt in Thought, with wakeful Eye

I view the Wonders of the Sky;
Whose Frame thy Fingers o'er our Head

In rich Magnificence have spread : 3

The silent Moon, with waxing Horn,
Along th’etherial Region borne;
The Stars, with vivid Lustre crown'd,

That nightly walk their destin'd Round. 4 LORD! what is Man, that in thy Care

His humble Lot should find a Share !
Or wbat the Son of Man that Thou,

Thus to his Wants, thine Ear fhould't bow 5 His Rank awhile, by thy Decree,

Th’angelic Tribes beneath them see,
Till round him thy imparted Rays
With unextinguish'd Glory blaze.

6 IMMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame

How great thy Honour, Praise, and Name !
Whose Reign o'er distant Worlds extends,
Whose Glory Heav'ns vast Height transcends.

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T I wil my Heart prepare ;

O celebrate thy Praise, O LORD,

Heart prepare ;
To all the listning World thy Works,

Thy wondrous Works declare.
2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul

Exalted Pleafures bring ;
Whilft to thy Naine, o Thou Most HIGH,

Triumphant Praise I fing.
3 God is a constant, fure Defence

Against oppressing Rage;
As Troubles rise, his needful Aids

In our Behalf engage.
4 All those who have his Goodness prov'd

Will on his Truth confide;
Whofe Mercy ne'er forsook the Man

That on his Help rely’d.
5 Sing Praises therefore to the LORD,

From Sion his Abode,
Proclaim bis Deeds, till all the Wcrld

Confess no other God.

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HY doth the LORD ftand off so far?

And why conceal his Face, When great Calamities appear,

And Times of deep Distress?

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2 LORD, shall the Wicked ftill deride

Thy Justice and thy Pow'r ?
Shall they advance their Heads in Pride,

And still thy Saints devour ?
3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight,

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 shall dare to itand

When God ascends on High.
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Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray,

And caute thine Ear to hear ;
He hearkens what his Children say,

And puts the World in Fear.
6 Proud Tyrants shall no more oppress,

No more despite the Just;
And mighty Sinners shall confess

They are but Earth and Dust.

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Y Refuge is the God of Love;
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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 feek Redress?

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