5 Put them in fear beneath thy rod,
For then, and not till then,

Will they confess that Christ is God,
And they but sinful men.

PSALM 9. Part 1. L. M.

Babylon is fallen.

1 WITH all mine heart I 'll raise my voice, And in the 'eternal God rejoice;

I'll praise thy name, O thou Most High, For thou hast heard the 'oppressed sigh. 2 The Lord in righteousness delights, The Lord maintains our injur'd rights; High in the heavens he reigns alone, And sits in judgment on his throne. 3 When hosts of hell begin the 'attack He turns the 'infuriate legions back, Rebukes their rage, and blots their name For ever from the book of fame.

4 Thou bloody foe, thou faithless friend, Destruction is thy certain end;

For fields despoil'd,* and cities burn'd, Thy kingdom must be now o'erturn'd. 5 The 'eternal Judge his throne prepares, Just is the judgment God declares; "I'll be the refuge for the 'opprest, And give my weary people rest." 6 The men who know the Lord will trust A Judge and Advocate so just; For God will ne'er forsake the meek, Who humbly his salvation seek.

PSALM 9. Part 2. L. M.

Glory and victory. 1 GLORY to God, the 'eternal King, Let all the saints in triumph sing;

* Despoil'd, robbed, plundered, ravaged.

Say what the Prince of Peace has done,
And tell the conquest Jesus won.

2 When God, the Judge, shall thus inquire,
"Why did you burn my saints with fire?
I heard my suffering servants cry,
And what to this can you reply?"
3 Silent beneath the 'almighty frown,
To hell the bloody race sink down,
Their feet are taken in the net
Their wicked hands for others set.
4 What wonders has Jehovah shown,
By works of judgment God is known;
The 'assaulting foe is oft ensnar'd,
Destroy'd by works his hands prepar❜d.'
5 The Lord to hell shall sinners turn,
Forgetful nations there must burn,
Their numbers fail-no royal names
Can save them from eternal flames.
6 The poor are trampled in the dust,
But God will ne'er forget the just,
Nor shall their expectation fail,
Nor shall the power of man prevail.
7 Arise, O Lord, in all thy might,
To judge the heathen in thy sight;
Dismay'd with fear, the nations then
Shall know themselves to be but men.

PSALM 10. C. M.

The complaint.

1 WHY does the Lord so far stand off?
- Why hide himself so long?
In times of grief, when traitors scoff
And tyrants do me wrong.

2 The wicked persecutes the meek,
He makes the 'oppressed sigh;

His lofty soul disdains to seek

The God that rules on high.

3 He boasts of all his heart's desire, He blesses men abhorr'd;

"The Lord, says he, will not require, And who regards the Lord?" 4 His mouth is full of envious guile, His heart with pride is blown, He murders with a treacherous smile, Nor thinks the 'intention known.

5 As lions roaring from the den, O'er all the forest prey;

So he devours the sons of men,

Infuriate* more than they.

6 A lie for truth he dares to 'avouch,t
The poor his friend he calls,
Deceiv'd by such an humble crouch,
He by his strong one falls.

7 Arise, O God, at our request,
Forget not our complaints;

Lift up thine hand and save the 'opprest, Avenge thy suffering saints.

PSALM 10. L. M.

Persecutors mistaken.

1 THE bloody tyrant God defies, But in his foolish heart replies; Tho I have doom'd the saints to fire, Yet God their blood will ne'er require. 2 The Lord beholds the sons of spite, And will their mischief well requite; Strong is his hand, his arrow keen, To 'avenge the wrongs his eyes have seen. • Infuriate, enraged. To avouch, to affirm.

3 The poor to God their souls commend,
The 'almighty God becomes their friend,
Pursues the foe, and breaks his arm,
Till none are found to seek their harm.
4 The Lord is King for evermore;
Let all the saints his power adore,
O'er earth he reigns, his mighty hand
Expels the heathen from the land.
5 He hears the saints without delay,`
His grace prépares their hearts to pray,
And lends an all propitious* ear
To what their souls desire or fear.
6 Eternal justice warms his breast,
To judge and save the poor opprest;
He 'instructs the tyrant by his rod,
No more to 'oppress the saints of God.

PSALM 11. L. M.

Rebellion and treason subdued.

1 MY refuge is the God of love, Why do my foes insult and cry, "Fly, like a tim❜rous trembling dove, To distant woods and mountains fly." 2 Behold the wicked bend their bow, They shoot and pull the deadly string; To lay the men of virtue low,

The flying arrow takes the wing. 3 If government be first destroy'd, And faction split the nation thro Till violence make justice void, What can the saints of Jesus do? 4 Secure beyond the stormy skies, Jehovah high in glory sits;

He sees whate'er is done, and tries

The 'obscurest sin that man commits. 5 On impious rebels God shall rain

Sulphur and snares and fire and death, Such as he kindled on the plain

Of Sodom with his angry breath.

6 Tempests that tear the forests up,

Shall floods of vengeance o'er them pour; This is the portion of their cup,

Who now the saints of God devour. 7 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, His heart approves whate'er is right; But his almighty hand controls

The sons of infamy and spite.

PSALM 12. L. M.

Infidelity complained of.

1 ALMIGHTY God, thy people save,
For vice and vanity prevail,
The godly perish in the grave,
The just depart, the faithful fail.
2 The talk among the 'inferior crowd
Is fill'd with trifles light and vain;
Superior circles jest aloud,

And speak in language more profane.
3 With double hearts and flattering lips,
Some peaceful neighbor is their theme,
Slander the conversation tips,

But some thy dreadful name blaspheme. 4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry, "Our tongues shall be control'd by none; Who shall presume to ask us, why,

Or challenge what our hands have done?" 5 Jesus, who sees the poor opprest,

And hears the 'oppressor's impious stile,