5 Since they the works of God despise, From whom the cries of my distress 7 My heart its confidence repos'd As he hath made my joys complete, 8"His aiding pow'r supports the troops 9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed With plenty prosper them in peace; PSALM XXIX. IYE princes that in might excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare; Where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that with amazing noise The wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks; The ocean trembles at his voice, When he from heav'n in thunder speaks, 4,5 How full of pow'r his voice appears! With what majestick terror crown'd! Which from their roots tall cedars tears, And strews their scatter'd branches round. 6 They, and the hills on which they grow, Are sometimes hurried far away; And leap like hinds that bounding go, Or unicorns in youthful play. 7, 8 When God in thunder loudly speaks, And scatter'd flames of lightning sends, The forest nods, the desert quakes, And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 9 He makes the hinds to cast their young, 10, 11 God rules the angry floods on high; PSALM XXX. I'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, 2, 3 In my distress I cried to thee, And from the grave's expecting jaws 4 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, 5 His wrath has but a moment's reign, Your night of grief is recompens'd 6 But I in prosp'rous days presum'd; 7 But soon I found thy favour, Lord, For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw s Then, as I vainly had presum'd, And thus, with supplicating voice, Thy mercy's throne address'd: 9" What profit is there in my blood, "Congeal'd by death's cold night! "Can silent ashes speak thy praise, "Thy wondrous truth recite! 10" Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear: "Do thou send help, on whom alone 11 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene #C 12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing PSALM XXXI. 1 DEFEND me, Lord, from shame, For still I trust in thee; As just and righteous is thy Name, 2 Bow down thy gracious ear, 3 Since thou, when foes oppress, To guide me forth from this distress 4 Release me from the snare Which they have closely laid, 5 To thee, the God of truth, (For thou preserv'dst me from my youth,) 6 All vain designs I hate, Of those that trust in lies; The Second Part. 7 Those mercies thou hast shown I'll cheerfully express; For thou hast seen my straits, and known 8 When Keilah's treach'rous race Did all my strength enclose, 9 Thy mercy, Lord, display, And hear my just complaint; 10 Sad thoughts my life oppress; My years are spent in groans; 11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd; My neighbours did upbraid; My friends, at sight of me, were shock'd, 12 Forsook by all am I, As dead and out of mind; 14 But still my steadfast trust That thou, my God, art good and just, The Third Part. 15 Whate'er events betide, Thy wisdom times them all; 16 The brightness of thy face 17 Me from dishonour save, Who still have call'd on thee; 18 Do thou their tongues restrain, 19 How great thy mercies are To such as fear thy Name, Which thou, for those that trust thy care, 20 Thou keep'st them in thy sight, From proud oppressors free; From tongues that do in strife delight 21 With glory and renown God's Name be ever bless'd; Whose love in Keilah's well-fenc'd town 22 I said, in hasty flight, "I'm banish'd from thine eyes;" Yet still thou kept'st me in thy sight, And heard'st my earnest cries. 23 O all ye saints, the Lord With eager love pursue; Who to the just will help afford, 24 Ye that on God rely, Courageously proceed : For he will still your hearts supply PSALM XXXII. HE's bless'd whose sins have pardon gain'd, No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd," And whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, My bones consum'd without relief; All day did I with anguish roar, But no complaint asswag'd my grief. 4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, By day and night alike distress'd; Like land with summer's drought oppress'd. The guilt that tortur'd me within, But thy forgiveness interpos'd, And mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 5 True penitents shall thus succeed, Who seek thee whilst thou may'st be found; And, from the common deluge freed, Shall see remorseless sinners drown'd. 7 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress, My tow'r of refuge I must own; 8 In my instruction then confide, You that would truth's safe path descry; And keep you in my watchful eye. 9 Submit yourselves to wisdom's rule, Like men that reason have attain'd; Not like th' ungovern'd horse and mule, Whose fury must be curb'd and rein'd. 10 Sorrows on sorrows multiplied The harden'd sinner shall confound, But them who in his truth confide, Blessings of mercy shall surround. 11 His saints that have perform'd his laws Their life in triumph shall employ; Let them, as they alone have cause, PSALM XXXIII. 'LET all the just to God with joy For well the righteous it becomes |