As Zeba and Zalmuna, so

let all their princes fare:

12 Who, with the same design inspir'd,
thus vainly boasting spake,
"In firm possession for ourselves
"let us God's houses take."

13 To ruin let them haste, like wheels
which downwards swiftly move;
Like chaff before the wind, let all
their scatter'd forces prove.

14, 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath, that on parch'd mountains grows,

So let thy fierce pursuing wrath

with terrors strike thy foes.

16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with disgrace, that they may own thy name;

Or them confound, whose harden'd hearts
thy gentler means disclaim.

18 So shall the wondering world confess,
that thou, who claim'st alone
Jehovah's name, o'er all the earth
hast rais'd thy lofty throne.

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PSALM LXXXIV.

GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
how lovely is the place

Where thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st
the brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire to view thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out for thee, the living God.

3 The birds, more happy far than I, around thy temple throng;

Securely there they build, and there
securely hatch their young.

4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
how highly blest are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
and there thy praise display!

5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways that to thy dwelling lead!

6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale, yet no refreshment want;

Their pools are fill'd with rain, which thou at their request dost grant.

7 Thus they proceed from strength to strength. and still approach more near;

Till all on Sion's holy mount, before their God appear.

8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts,
my just request regard;
Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer
be still with favour heard.

9 Behold, O God, for thou alone
canst timely aid dispense;
On thy anointed servant look,
be thou his strong defence.
10 For in thy courts one single day
'tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
a thousand days to spend.
Much rather in God's house will I
the meanest office take,

Than in the wealthy tents of sin
my pompous dwelling make.
11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
will grace and glory give;

And no good thing will he withhold from them that justly live.

12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, how highly blest is he,

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Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, is still repos'd on thee!

PSALM LXXXV.

LORD, thou hast granted to thy land the favours we implor'd,

And faithful Jacob's captive race
hast graciously restor❜d.

2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiv❜n,
and all their guilt defac'd;
Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on,
nor thy fierce anger last.

4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts
to thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears, thy wrath no more may burn.

5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still, and wrath so long retain?

Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints
thy wonted comfort gain.

7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display,
which we have long implor'd;

And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
thy wonted aid afford.

8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
for he, with glad success,
If they no more to folly turn,
his mourning saints will bless.
9 To all that fear his holy name
his sure salvation's near;

And in its former happy state
our nation shall appear.

10 For mercy now with truth is join'd,
and righteousness with peace,

Like kind companions, absent long,
with friendly arms embrace.

11,12 Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst heav'n shall streams of justice pour;

And God, from whom all goodness flows, shall endless plenty shower. 13 Before him righteousness shall march, and his just paths prepare; While we his holy steps pursue with constant zeal and care.

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PSALM LXXXVI.

O my complaint, O Lord my God,
thy gracious ear incline;

Hear me, distress'd, and destitute

of all relief but thine.

2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul,
that does thy name adore;

Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust
relies on thee, restore.

3 To me, who daily thee invoke,

thy mercy, Lord, extend;

4 Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes on thee alone depend.

5 Thou, Lord, art good, nor only good,
but prompt to pardon too;

Of plenteous mercy to all those
who for thy mercy sue.

6 To my repeated humble prayer,

O Lord, attentive be;

7 When troubled, I on thee will call, for thou wilt answer me.

8 Among the gods there's none like thee, O Lord, alone divine!

To thee as much inferior they,

as are their works to thine.

9 Therefore their great Creator thee
the nations shall adore;

Their long misguided prayers and praise
to thy bless'd name restore.

10 All shall confess thee great, and great
the wonders thou hast done;

Confess thee God, the God supreme,
confess thee God alone.

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11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I from truth shall ne'er depart;

In rev'rence to thy sacred name

devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
praise thee with heart sincere ;
And to thy everlasting name
eternal trophies rear.

13 Thy boundless mercy shown to me,
transcends my power to tell;
For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
from lowest depths of hell.
14 O God, the sons of pride and strife
have my destruction sought;
Regardless of thy power, that oft
has my deliv'rance wrought.
15 But thou thy constant goodness didst
to my assistance bring;

Of patience, mercy, and of truth,
thou everlasting spring!

16 O bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength to me thy servant show ;

Thy kind protection, Lord, on me,

thine handmaid's son, bestow.

17 Some signal give, which my proud foes may see with shame and rage,

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When thou, O Lord, for my relief and comfort dost engage.

PSALM LXXXVII.

OD'S temple crowns the holy mount;

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the Lord there condescends to dwell;

2 His Sion's gates, in his account,

our Israel's fairest tents excel.

3 Fame glorious things of thee shall sing, O city of th' Almighty King!

4 I'll mention Rahab with due praise, in Babylon's applauses join,

The fame of Ethiopia raise,

with that of Tyre and Palestine; And grant that some among them born, Their age and country did adorn.

5 But still of Sion I'll aver,

that many such from her proceed; Th' Almighty shall establish her; 6 His gen'ral list shall show, when read, That such a person there was born, And such did such an age adorn. 7 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd of such as merit high renown; For hand and voice musicians skill'd; and (her transcending fame to crown,) Of such she shall successions bring, Like water from a living spring.

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PSALM LXXXVIII.

O thee, my God, and Saviour, I
By day and night address my cry;

2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear;
To my distress incline thine ear.

3 For seas of trouble me invade,

My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are fled, They number me among the dead:

5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave,
From thee no more remembrance have;
6 Cast off from thy sustaining care,
Down to the confines of despair.
7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain,
Afflicting me with restless pain;

Me all thy mountain waves have press'd,
Too weak, alas, to bear the least.
8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone,
In a loath'd dungeon laid, where none
A visit will vouchsafe to me,
Confin'd, past hopes of liberty.

9 My eyes from weeping never cease; They waste, but still my griefs increase; Yet daily, Lord, to thee I've pray'd, With out-stretch'd hands invok'd thy aid. 10 Wilt thou by miracle revive

The dead, whom thou forsook'st alive? From death restore, thy praise to sing, Whom thou from prison would'st not bring? 11 Shall the mute grave thy love confess? A mould'ring tomb thy faithfulness? 12 Thy truth and power renown obtain Where darkness and oblivion reign?. 13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn ;

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My prayer prevents the early morn: 14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook, Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look? 15 Prevailing sorrows bear me down, Which from my youth with me have grown; Thy terrors past distract my mind, And fears of blacker days behind. 16 Thy wrath hast burst upon my head, Thy terrors fill my soul with dread; 17 Environ'd as with waves combin❜d, And for a gen'ral deluge join'd. 18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all Remov'd from sight, and out of call; To dark oblivion all retir'd, Dead, or at least to me expir'd, G4