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.3 By Languor, Grief and Care oppress’d,
While Groans perpetual heave my Breast,
Profane :-My Saviour hears ;
Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose
Stretch'd in my Cause, bespeak me thine, 2 My God, if Truth their Censure guide,
If Guilt be in my Facts descried,
And Earth's dark Womb my Glory shade, 3 Rise, mightiest LORD, triumphant rise,
O'er each whose Hand thy Pow'r defies ;
And vindicate thy Ways to Men. 4.0 Thou whose strictly searching Eye
The Heart and inmoft Reins can try ;
5 Th' impartial Judge, whose Eyes each Day
Caft o'er the Earth their strict Survey :
6 If Man his Law refuse to know,
He whets his Sword, He bends his Bow,
Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppressor's Heart. 7 Thy Truth, O LORD, shall on my Breast
In fweet Remembrance stand imprest;
PSA L M
LORD, our God, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted Name; 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 fo!
To take a mortal Form,
To save a dying Worm!
Who bow'd his Head to Death:
By all Things that have Breath.
Is thine exalted Name!
Let the whole Earth proclaim,
PSA L M
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.
I view the Wonders of the Sky;
In rich Magnificence have spread :
Along th’etherial Region borne;
That nightly walk their destin'd Round. 4
LORD! what is Man, that in thy Care
His Rank awhile, by thy Decree,
6 IMMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame
How great thy Honour, Praise, and Name !
PSA L M IX.
O celebrate thy Praise, O Lord,
Heart prepare ;
Thy wondrous Works declare.
Exalted Pleafures bring;
Triumphant Praise I fing.
Against oppreffing Rage;
In our Behalf engage.
Will on his Truth confide;
That on his Help rely’d.
From Sion his Abode,
Confess no other God.
W Xndoth the LORD ftand off so far ?
HY doth the LORD ftand off so far?
his Face When great Calamities appear,
And Times of deep Distress?
2 LORD, shall the Wicked still deride
Thy Justice and thy Pow'r ?
And still thy Saints devour? 3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight,
And then insult the Poor ;
That they shall fall no more.
Attend our humble Cry; No Enemy fhall dare to stand
When God ascends on High.
And caute thine Ear to hear ;
And puts the World in Fear.
No more despite the Juit;
They are but Earth and Duft.
PSALM XI. M WRefuge is the God of Love;
Foes insult and cry Fly like a tim'rous trembling Dove; 66 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?