.3 By Languor, Grief and Care oppress’d,

While Groans perpetual heave my Breast,
And Tears in large Profusion 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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Foes
O

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

Caft o'er the Earth their strict 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 fweet Remembrance stand imprest;
With grateful Joy my Heart inspire,
And wake to ceaseless Praise my Lyre.

PSA L M

VIII.

Metre i.

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O

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!
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,

PSA L M

VIII,

Metre ii.

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MMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame
How

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;
Whofe Frame thy Fingers o'er our Head

In rich Magnificence have spread :
3
3 The filent 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 should't bow

5

His Rank awhile, by thy Decree,
Th' angelic Tribes beneath them fee,
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.

PSA L M IX.
ΤΟ

O celebrate thy Praise, O Lord,
I wil my

Heart prepare ;
To all the list’ning 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, sure Defence

Against oppreffing 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 forfook 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 World

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 ?
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 Arife, O God, lift up thine Hand,

Attend our humble Cry; No Enemy fhall dare to stand

When God ascends on High.
5
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 Juit;
And mighty Sinners shall confess

They are but Earth and Duft.

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PSALM XI. M WRefuge is the God of Love;

my

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?