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5 Mark this, ye wicked Fools, left I
Let all my Bolts of Vengeance fly,
Who praises me, due Honour gives;
PS A L M LI.
as thou wert ever kind;
thy wonted Mercy find.
and cleanse me from my sin; For i confess my Crime, and fee
how great my Guilt has been. 3 Against thee, Lord, alone,
and only in thy Sight,
must own thy Judgments right, 4 Make me to hear with Joy
thy kind forgiving Voice; That so the Bones which thou hast broke,
may with freth Strength rejoice. 5 Blot out my crying Sins,
nor me in Anger view; Create in me a Heart that's clean, an upright Mind renew.
PSA L M LI. P. 2. I WITHDRAW not, Lord, thy Help, nor cait me from thy Sight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
it's everlasting Flight. 2 The Joy thy Favour gives
let me again obtain; And let thy Spirit's firm Support
my fainting Soul sustain, 3 So I thy righteous Ways
to Sinners will impart; Whilft my Advice shall wicked Men
to thy just Laws convert. 4 Do thou unlock my Lips,
with Sorrow clos'd, and Shame; So thall my Mouth thy wond'rous Praise to all the World proclaim,
PSALM LVII. 1 BE thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy Glory fills the Sky, So let it be on Earth display'd,
'Till thou art here, as there, obey'd. 20 God, my Heart is fix'd, 'tis bent
It's thankful Tribute to present;
To thee, my God, in Songs of Praise.
To all the list’ning Nations round:
5 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy Glory fills the sky,
PSA L M LXII.
Before his Throne pour out your Hearts; For God, the Merciful and Juft,
His timely Aid to us imparts.
The Great dissemble and betray;
The lightest Things will both out-weigh. 3
Then trust not in oppressive Ways;
Be set too much upon your Gain.
And I this Truth have fully known;
Belongs, of Right, to God alone. 5 Tho' Mercy is his darling Grace,
In which he chiefly takes Delight;
PSA L M LXIII.
My morning Pray’rs shall offer'd be;
For thee my thirsty Soul does pant; My faintirg Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place,
Where I refreshing Waters want. 2 O! to my longing Eyes once more, That View of glorious Pow'r restore,
Which thy majestic House displays: Because to me thy wond'rous Love, Than Life itself does dearer prove,
My Lips shall always speak thy Praise. 3 My Life, while I thai Life enjoy, In biefling God I will employ,
With lifted Hands adore his Name: My Soul's Content shall be as great, As theirs who choicest Dainties eat,
While I with Joy his Praile proclaim. 4 When down I lie, sweet Sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my Mind;
And when I wake in Dead of Night: Because thou still doft Succour bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing
I rest with Safety and Delight.
PSA L M LXV.
In Sion waits, thy chosen Seat;
And all our zealous Vows compleat. 20 thou, who to my humble Pray's Did'st always bend thy lift'ning Ear; To thee shall all Mankind repair, And at thy gracious Throne appear.
3 Our Sins (tho' numberless) in Vain
To stop thy flowing Mercy try;
And washest cut the crimson Dye.
Within thy facred Dwelling lives!
PSALM LXV. P. 2.
fromout thyboundlessStore, With Rain reliev'st the thirsty Ground: Mak’st Lands, that barren where before,
With Corn and useful Fruits abound. 2 On rising Ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrow'd Valley fills;
In which a blest Increase distils.
With fresh Returns of Plenty crown;
Thy fruitful Clouds drop Fatness down. 4 They drop on barren Forests, chang'd
By them to Pastures fresh and green:
In beauteous Robes of Joy are seen.
The cheerful Downs; the Vallies bring