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When he surveys the sons of men,

And how their councils move.
5 If God the righteous, whom he loves,

For trial does correct,
What must the sons of violence,

Whom he abhors, expect? 6 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads

Shall in one tempest show'r;
This dreadful mixture his revenge

Into their cup shall pour. 7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds

With signal favour grace,
And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of his face.

1 SINCE godly men decay, O Lord,

Do thou my cause defend ;
For scarce these wretched times afford

One just and faithful friend.
2 One neighbour now can scarce believe

What t'other does impart;
With flatt'ring lips they all deceive,

And with a double heart.
3 But lips that with deceit abound

Can never prosper long;
God's righteous vengeance will confound

The proud blaspheming tongue. 4. In vain those foolish boasters say,

“ Our tongues are sure our own; “ With doubtful words we'll still betray,

“ And be contrould by none.”
$ For God, who hears the suff'ring poor,

And their oppression knows,
Will soon arise and give them rest,

In spite of all their foes.
6 The word of God shall still abide,

And void of falsehood be,
As is the silver, sev’n times try'd,

From drossy mixture free.
7 The promise of his aiding grace

Shall reach its purpos'd end ;
His servants from this faithless race

Ile cver shall defend.


8 Then shall the wicked be perplex’d,

Nor know which way to fly
When those whom they despis’d and vesi,
Shall be advanc'd on high.

i How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

How long wilt thou withdraw from me,

Oh, never to return?
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul,

And grief my heart oppress?
How long my enemies insult,

And I have no redress?
3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes

Restore thy wonted light,
And suddenly, or I shall sleep

In everlasting night.
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast

'Twas their own strength o'ercame ;
Permit not them that vex my soul

To triumph in my shame.
5 Since I have always plac'd my trust

Beneath thy mercy's wing,
Thy saving health will come ; and then

My heart with joy shall spring:
6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir’d,

To thee my God ascend,
Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.

VURE wicked fools must needs suppose

That God is nothing but a name ;
Corrupt and lewd their practice grows;

No breast is warm’d with holy name.
2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high tow'r,

And all the sons of men did view,
To see if any own'd his pow'r ;

If any truth or justice knew.
3 But all, he saw, were gone aside,

All were degen'rate grown and base;
None took religion for their guide,

Not one of all the sinful race.
4 But can these workers of deceit

Be all so dull and senseless grow'n,


That they, like bread my people eat,

And God's almighty pow'r disown! 5 How will they tremble then for fear,

When his just wrath shall them o'ertake? For to the righteous God is near,

And never will their cause forsake.
6 Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose

Those methods which the good pursue ;
Since God a refuge is for those

Whom his just eyes with favour view.
7 Would he his saving pow'r employ

To break his people's servile band,
Then shouts of universal joy
Should loudly echo through the land.

1 T ORD, who's the happy man that may

To thy blest courts repair,
Not, stranger-like, to visit them,

But to inhabit there?
2 "Tis he, whose ev'ry thought and deed

By rules of virtue moves ;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak

The thing his heart disproves.
3 Who never did a slander forge,

His neighbour's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,

By malice whisper'd round.
4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r;

Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though cloath'd in rags,

Religiously respect.
5 Who to his plighted vows and trust

Has ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,

He makes his promise good.
6 Whose soul in usury disdains

His treasure to employ ;
Whom no reward can ever bribe

The guiltless to destroy.
7 The man, who by his steady course ?

Has happiness insur'd,
When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,

By Providence secur'd.


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1 TECT me from my cruel foes,

And shield me, Lord, from harm :
Because my trust I still repose

On thy Almighty arm.
2 My soul all help but thine does slight,

All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite

The goodness thou hast shown.
3 But those that strictly virtuous are,

And love the thing that's right,
To favour always, and prefer,

Shall be my chief delight.
4 How shall their sorrows be increasid,

Who other gods adore ?
Their bloody off'rings I detest,

Their very names abhor.
5 My lot is fallin in that blest land

Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral land,

'Tis be supports my throne.
6 In nature's most delightlul scene

My happy portion lies ;
The place of my appointed reign

All other lands outvies.
Cizal : Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,

Whose precepts give me light;
And private counsel still afford

In sorrow's dismal night.
2 8 I strive each action to approve

To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,

Because he still is nigh.
3 9 Therefore my heart all grief de fies,

My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,

Wak'd by his powerful voice.
10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,

My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death

The least corruption see.
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,

Which to thy presence lead ;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,

PSALM XVII. To my just plea and

sad complaint And to my pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd,

A gracious ear afford.
? As in thy sight I am approv'd,

So let my senience be ;
And with impartial eyes, O Lord,

My upright dealing see.
3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day,

And visited by night :
And, on the strictest trial, found

Its secret motions right.
Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone

My heart's designs acquit;
For I have purpos'd that my tongue

Shall no offence commit.
4. I know what wicked men would do,

Their safety to maintain ;
But me thy just and pild commands

From bloody paths restrain.
5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs,

My innocence secure,
O guide me in thy righteous ways,

And make my footsteps sure. 6 Since, heretofore, I ne'er in vain

To thee my pray'r address'd ;
O! now, my God, incline thine ear

To this my just request.
The wonders of thy truth and love

In my defence engage ;
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy sairts
From their oppressor's rage.

3,9 0 ! keep me in thy tend’rest care ;

Thy shelt'ring wings stretch out,
To guard me safe from savage foes,

That compass me about :
10 O’ergrown with luxury, enclos'd

In their own fat they lie;
And, with a proud blaspheming mouth,

Both God and man defy.
11 Well may they boast, for they have now

My paths encompass'd round;

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