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They take by force whate'er they please,
And claim the right to rule the seas.
How proud their words, how false their lips!
is all their aim,
Descend in all the power of storm,
Or cast them on destructive shoals.
I've heard my sorrowing people sigh,
To shake the nations with my frown.
Mine hand shall break the oppressor's chain;
PSALM 140. C. M.
God is our protector.
Behold our rising woes;
To scatter all our foes.
swell their hearts,
When foes without invade
Supplies our constant aid.
Thine heavenly truth extend;
Let every nation taste thy grace;
And all delusion end. 5 Relieve ihe 'opprest whene'er they sigh,
Ou vile oppressors tread;
PSALM 141. Part 4. L. M.
Watchfulness and brotherly love.
And at thy footstool humbly fall;
And let my soul in thee rejoice. 2 As incense offer'd to my King
To thee my cheerful thanks I bring;
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
How oft the word of mischief slips;
Shall thro that sacred door have vent. 4 O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way;
Shall never bruise, but cheer mine head. 5 When I behold them prest with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
PSALM 141. Part 2. L. M.
Lead us not into temptation.
From every false and wicked thing;
2 The sons of earth, who roll in vice,
In vain our watchful feet entice,
To taste their bread, or drink their wine. 3 But should we sin, when foois invite,
Us may the righteous kindly smite,
Shall on our heads like oil diffuse. *
When God shall make his judgments known;
And hear my words divinely sweet.
How proud the boasting foe behaves;
So his unsparing hand bereaves. 6 Eternal God, in whom we trust,
Our foes shall know that God is just;
PSALM 141. C. M.
The uncorrupted christian.
In mercy, Lord, attend;
So let my prayer ascend.
And guard my thoughts within; Nor let the way to thee, my soul,
Become the door to sin.
I'll neither dine nor sup,
Their dainties me shall ne'er entice
To touch their golden cup.
And I from God remove,
And every friend reprove.
Shall never break mine head,
And on the tempter tread.
I'll warn my friends with care,
PSALM 142. C. M.
God is the hope of the helpless. 1 TO God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;
I pour'd out all my grief.
But God beheld my way,
Were watchful to betray.
And ray'd without control;
If they devour'd my soul.
I thus my God addrest; " O Lord, mine hope beyond the grave,
Be thou my present rest.
* Foil, a defeat, a miscarriage.
5 Behold me brought exceeding low,
In mercy now attend,
That I may praise thy name;
PSALM 143. L. M. Comhlaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. | GIVE ear, Almighty God, give ear,
My suppliant cry vouchsafe to hear,
And swift as thought an answer send. 2 For all the crimes that I have done,
I plead the merits of thy Son;
No flesh could in thy presence stand. 3 Opprest with loads of guilt and sin,
My soul is desolate within;
The former wonders of thy grace. 4. In darkness like the blind I
grope, Till I perceive a glimpse of hope; (), could I hear thy morning voice,
How would my sorrowing soul rejoice. 5 As plants revive with morning dew,
So does thy grace my soul renew,
And thirst for God like parched lands. 6 For Go: I thirst, for God I sigh,
Aur lift iny weary soul on high,