4 The Lord from heaven beholds the just And, when distress'd, his gracious ear 5 But turns his wrathful look on those To cut them off, and from the earth 6 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives, And contrite spirit save. 7 Great troubles may afflict the just, The righteous he will keep from harm, 8 The wicked, from their wickedness, Whilst righteous men, whom they detest, 9 For God preserves the souls of those To them, and their posterity, PSALM 30. L. M. From the xxxvi. Psalm of David. LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, 2 Thy justice like the hills remains, Unfathom'd depths thy judgements are; Thy providence the world sustains, The whole creation is thy care. 3 Since of thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just 5 With thee the springs of life remain, O let thy saints thy favour gain, PSALM 31. From the xxxvii. Psalm of David. PART I. II. 2. HOUGH wicked men grow rich or great, Thy anger or thy envy raise; 2 Depend on God, and him obey, Secure from danger and from want: Shall all thy earnest wishes grant. 3 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord, And he will needful help afford, To perfect every just design; He'll make like light, serene and clear, And as a mid-day sun to shine. 4 With quiet mind on God depend, Nor envy the success of crime: 1 THE good man's way is God's delight: Of him that moves by his command; Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd, For God upholds him with his hand. 2 With caution shun each wicked deed, While soon the wicked race decays. 3 The upright shall possess the land, His portion shall for ages stand; His mouth with wisdom is supplied, 1 THE wicked I in power have seen, 2 Observe the perfect man with care, Their roughest days in peace shall end: While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred will oppose, A common ruin shall attend. 3 God to the just will aid afford, PSALM 32. C. M. From the xxxviii. Psalm of David. HY chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain, Though I deserve it all; Nor let on me the heavy storm Of thy displeasure fall. 2 My sins, which to a deluge swell, And, for my feeble strength to bear, 3 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes 4 Forsake me not, O Lord, my God, PSALM 33. C. M. How soon my life will end: But vanity appears. 3 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, With fruitless cares oppress'd; 4 Why then should I on worthless toys 5 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, And listen to my prayer, 6 O spare me yet a little time; My wasted strength restore, PSALM 34. L. M. Till he vouchsafed a kind reply; And heard from heaven my humble cry. 2 The wonders he for me has wrought 3 For blessings shall that man reward, 4 Who can the wondrous works recount Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought? The treasures of thy love surmount The power of numbers, speech, and thought. 5 I've learned that thou hast not desired Off'rings and sacrifice alone; Nor blood of guiltless beasts required For man's transgression to atone. b I therefore come-come to fulfil The oracles thy books impart; 'Tis my delight to do thy will, Thy law is written in my heart. 7 In full assemblies I have told Thy truth and righteousness at large; From uttering what thou gav'st in charge; 8 Nor kept within my breast confined Thy faithfulness and saving grace: 9 Then let those mercies I declared PSALM 35. C. M. From the xli. Psalm of David. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd, 3 If he, in languishing estate, 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, 5 Thy tender care secures my life 6 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God A PSALM 36 C. M. From the xlii. Psalm of David. S pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine? 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 4 God of my strength, how long shall I, To my oppressor's scorn? 5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword, 6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? PSALM 37. II. 5. From the xlii. Psalm of David. 2 Then will I there fresh altars raise And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise, 3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why PSALM 39. C. M. From the xiv. Psalm of David. HILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, Indited by my heart, My tongue is like the pen of him 2 How matchless is thy form, O King! 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince; 4 Ride on in state, and still protect Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge, S pants the wearied hart for cooling 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them springs, That sinks exhausted in the sum mer's chase, That dare thy power despise! Down, down they fall, while throngh their heart So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings, 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix❜d, 2 Why throb, my heart? why sink, my sadd'ning Why droop to earth, with various woes op- My years shall yet in blissful circles roll, 3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedious day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay. 4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid? Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove; Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid: Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love. PSALM 38. L. M. From the xliii. Psalm of David. ET me with light and truth be bless'd; Till on thy holy hill I rest, And in thy sacred temple pray. For ever to endure; Thy sceptre's sway shall always last, 7 Because thy heart, by justice led, 8 And has, above thy fellows round, PSALM 40 II. 2. From the xlvi. Psalm of David. A present help when dangers press, Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide. 2 A gentler stream with gladness still The royal seat of God mest high: God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers, While his almighty aid is nigh. 3 Submit to God's almighty sway, For him the heathen shall obey, And earth her sovereign Lord confess : The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, 660000 PSALM 41. L. M. From the xlvii. Psalm of David. 2 He shall assaulting foes repel, And with success our battles fight; Shall fix the place where we must dwell, The pride of Jacob, his delight. 3 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound; To him repeated praises sing, And let the cheerful song rebound. 4 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, For him who all the world commands; Who sits upon his righteous throne, And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands. PSALM 42. C. M. From the xlviii. Psalm of David. HE Lord, the only God, is great, And greatly to be praised ཅན་ཁ་ In Sion, on whose happy mount His sacred throne is raised. 2 In Sion we have seen perform'd A work that was foretold, In pledge that God, for times to come, 3 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; Who this deliv'rance wrought. 4 Compass her walls in solemn pomp, Your eyes quite round her cast; Count all her towers, and see if there You find one stone displaced. 5 Her forts and palaces survey, Observe their order well; That to the ages yet to come His wonders you may tell. 6 This God is ours, and will be ours, Who, as he has preserved us now, PSALM 43. From the 1. Psalm of David. HE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God Hath sent his summons all abroad, From dawning light till day declines: The list'ning earth his voice hath heard, And he from Sion hath appear'd Where beauty in perfection shines. 2 Our God shall come, and keep no more Misconstrued silence as before, But wasting flames before him send; Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heaven and earth engage His just tribunal to attend. 3 Assemble all my saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine decree,) That in my lasting covenant live, And offerings bring with constant care: The heavens his justice shall declare, For God himself shall sentence give. PART II. II. 2. 1 ATTEND, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear; Thy God, thine only God, am I: 'Tis not of offerings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain, My sacred altar did supply. 2 The sacrifices I require Are hearts which love and zeal inspire, And I will set thee safe and free, 3 Consider this, ye thoughtless men! And none will dare your cause to own: PSALM 44. S. M. As thou wert ever kind; 2 Wash off my foul offence, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been. 3 Against thee, Lord, alone, And only in thy sight, Have I transgress'd; and, though condemn'd, Must own thy judgement right. 4 In guilt each part was form'd Of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceived and born 5 Yet, Lord, thy searching eye Does inward truth require; And secretly with wisdom's laws My soul thou wilt inspire. 6 With hyssop purge me, Lord, And so I clean shall be: I shall with snow in whiteness vie, When purified by thee. 7 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice; That so the bones which thou hast broke May with fresh strength rejoice. 8 Blot out my crying sins, Nor me in anger view; An upright mind renew. 9 Withdraw not thou thy help, 10 The joy thy favour gives Let me, O Lord, regain, And thy free Spirit's firm support 11 So I thy righteous ways To sinners will impart ; Whilst my advice shall wicked men To thy just laws convert. 12 Could sacrifice atone, Whole flocks and herds should die; 13 A broken spirit is By God most highly prized; By him a broken, contrite heart 14 Let Sion favour find, Of thy good will assured; 15 The just shall then attend, Upon thy altar lay. PSALM 45. C. M. From the lv. Psalm of David. IVE ear, thou Judge of all the earth, And listen when I pray; Nor from thy humble suppliant turn Thy glorious face away. 2 My heart is pain'd; the shades of death 3 And thus I breathe my heavy sigh "O that my soul on wings could fly, 4 "Swift I'd escape, and flee afar, 5 "I'd wing my everlasting flight, From sin and strife, to realms of light, 6 Thus will I call on God, who still At morn, at noon, at night I'll pray, PSALM 46. C. M. From the lvi. Psalm of David. ORD, though at times surprised by fear, Yet still for succour I depend On thy almighty arm. 2 God's faithful promise I shall praise, In God, I trust, and, trusting him, 3 I'll trust God's word, and so despise 4 Thou hast retrieved my soul from death, The life thou hast so oft preserved, 5 That thus, protected by thy power, PSALM 47. L. M. From the lvii. Psalm of David. No longer let your strings be mute: 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the list'ning nations round: |