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5 Since they the works of God despise,
Nor will his grace adore ; His wrath shall utterly destroy,
And build them up no more.
His praises will resound,
A gracious answer found.
In God, my strength and shield;
Triumphant from the field.
And thus resound his praise : 8 “His aiding pow'r supports the troops
“That my just cause maintain ; « 'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne,
'Tis he secures my reign."
Thine heritage to bless
Your grateful sacrifice prepare; God's glorious actions loudly tell,
His wondrous pow'r to all declare. 2. To his great Name fresh altars raise,
Devoutly due respect afford; Him in his holy temple praise,
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,
And lays the beasts' dark coverts bare ; While those that to his courts belong
Securely sing his praises there. 10,11 God rules the angry floods on high;
His boundless sway shall never cease; His people he'll with strength supply, And bless his own with constant peace.
PSALM XXX. " I'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
Who didst thy pow'r employ
My foes' insulting joy: %, 3 In my distress I cried
My hopeless life retrieve.
With songs of praise repair;
And providential care.
His favour no decay;
With joy's returning day.
No sudden change I fear's,
No low'ring cloud appear'd.
My empire's only trust;
My honour laid in dúst.
My error I confess');
Thy mercy's throne address'd:
“ Congeal'd by death's cold night! “ Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
Thy wondrous truth recite!
“ Thy wonted aid extend;
“I can for help depend."
To songs and dances turn'd;
12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing
Thy praise in grateful verse;
EFEND me, Lord, from shame,
From danger set me free. 2 Bow down thy gracious ear,
And speedy succour send;
To shelter and defend.
My rock and fortress art,
Thy wonted help impart. 4 Release me from the snare
Which they have closely laid,
To thee alone for aid. $ To thee, the God of truth,
My life, and all that's mine, (For thou preserv'dst me from my youth,)
I willingly resign,
Of those that trust in lies;
The Second Part. 7 Those mercies thou hast shown
I'll cheerfully express;
My soul in deep distress.
Did all my strength enclose,
To shun my watchful foes. 9 Thy mercy, Lord, display,
And hear my just complaint ;
With grief and hunger faint. 10 Sad thoughts my life oppress;
My years are spent in groans;
And e'en consum'd my bones. 11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd;
My neighbours did upbraid;
And fled as men dismay'd.
12 Forsook by all am),
As dead and out of mind;
Whose parts can ne'er be join'd,
And seem my pow'r to dread;
My guililess blood to shed. 14 But still my steadfast trust
I on thy help repose;
The Third Part. 15 Whate'er events betide,
Thy wisdom times them all;
From those that seek his fall, 16 The brightness of thy face
To me, O Lord, disclose;
Preserve me from my foes. 17 Me from dishonour save,
Who still have call's on thee;
that, and silence in the grave,
The sinner's portion be.
Whose breath in lies is spent;
Against the righteous vent. 19 How great thy mercies are
To such as fear thy Name,
Dost to the world proclaim! 20 Thou keep'st them in thy sight,
From proud oppressors free;
They are preserv'd by thee. 21 With glory and renown
God's Name be ever bless'd;
Was wondrously express'd! 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 ( all ye saints, the Lord
With eager love pursue;
24 Ye that on God rely,
Courageously proceed :
No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain's,
And whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal'd the fretting sore,
My bones consum'd without relief;
But no complaint asswag'd my grief. 4 Heavy on me thy hand remain's,
By day and night alike distress'd;
Like land with summer's drought oppress'a. 5 No sooner 1 my wound disclos'd,
The guilt that tortur'd me within,
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 commor deluge freed,
Shall see remorseless sinners drown'd. 7 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress,
My tow'r of refuge I must own;
And me with songs of triumph crown. 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;
Whose fury must be carb'd and rein'd. 10 Sorrows on sorrows multiplied
The harden'd sinner shall confound,
Blessings of mercy shall surround.
Their life in triumph shall employ;
PSALM XXXIII. 1 L
ET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise,
To sing glad songs of praise.