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4 As thee their God our fathers own'd,

thou art our sov'reign King; O! therefore, as thou didst to them,

to us deliv'rance bring. 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms

the proudest foes shall quell; And crush them with repeated strokes,

as oft as they rebel. 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,

when I in fight engage; 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd,

and sham'd their spiteful rage. 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

from whom the conquest came: In God we will rejoice all day, and ever bless his name.

PART II. 9 But thou hast cast us off; and now

most shamefully we yield; For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead

our armies to the field: 10 Since when, to every upstart foe

we turn our backs in fight; And with our spoil their malice feast,

who bear us ancient spite. 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep,

into their butch'ring hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,

dispers'd through heathen lands. 12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,

and set their price so low, That not thy treasure, by the sale,

but their disgrace, may grow. 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round,

the heathen's by-word grown; Whose scorn of us is both in speech

and mocking gestures shown. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my face

in conscious shame I hide; 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem’d, by their licentious pride.

PART III. 17 On us this heap of woes is fall'n,

all this we have endur'd; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name,

or faith to thee abjur'd; 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept

our hearts and steps with care; 19 Though thou hast broken all our strength, and we almost despair.


20 Could we, forgetting thy great name,

on other gods rely, 21 And not the Searcher of all hearts

the treach'rous crime descry? 22 Thou seest what sufl'rings, for thy sake,

we every day sustain; All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep

appointed to be slain. 23 Awake, arise ; let seeming sleep

no longer thee detain; Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,

for ever sue in vain. 24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face

from our afflicted state, 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth

with grief's oppressive weight? 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste

to our deliv'rance make; Redeem us, Lord ;---if not for ours, yet for thy mercy's sake.

PSALM XLV. 1 VHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse;

indited by my heart, My tongue is like the pen of him

that writes with ready art. 2 How matchless is thy form, O King!

thy mouth with grace o'erflows; Because fresh blessings God on thee

eternally bestows. 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince;

and, clad in rich array, With glorious ornaments of power,

majestic pomp display.
4 Ride on in state, and still protect

the meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge,

does all thy foes pursue.
5 How sharp thy weapons are to them

that dare thy power despise ! Down, down they fall, while through their heart

the feather'd arrow flies.
6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,

for ever to endure;
Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,

by righteous laws secure.
7 Because thy heart, by justice led,

did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,

where wand'ring sinners rove;
Therefore did God, thy God, on thee

the oil of gladness shed;

And has, above thy fellows round,

advanc'd thy lofty head. 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,

thy royal robes abound; Whích, from the stately wardrobe brought,

spread grateful odours round. 9 Among the honourable train

did princely virgins wait;
The queen was plac'd at thy right hand
in golden robes of state.

10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,

and to my words attend; Forget thy native country now,

and every former friend.
11 So shall thy beauty charm the King,

nor shall his love decay;
For he is now become thy Lord;

to him due rev'rence pay.
12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,

shall humble presents make; And all the wealthy nations sue

thy favour to partake.
13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul

all inward graces fill;
Her raiment is of purest gold,

adorn'd with costly skill.
14 She in her nuptial garments dress'd,

with needles richly wrought, Attended by her virgin train,

shall to the King be brought.
:5 With all the state of solemn joy

the triumph moves along ;
Till, with wide gates, the royal court.

receives the pompous throng.
16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room,

must princely sons expect; Whom thou to diff'rent realms may'st send,

to govern and protect : 17 Whilst this my song to future times

transmits thy glorious name; And makes the world, with one consent, thy lasting praise proclaim.

PSALM XLVI. i VOD is our refuge in distress;

A present help when dangers press;

in him, undaunted, we'll confide; 2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost, torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.


4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

the royal seat of God most high : 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,

while his Almighty aid is nigh. 6 In tumults when the heathen rag'd, And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

he thunder'd, and dispers’d their powers: way The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms,

our fathers' Guardian-God and ours. 8 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

how he has calm’d the jarring world : 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thund'ring chariots too

into devouring flames were hurld. 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway; For him the heathen shall obey,

and earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms, as to our fathers in distress.

PSALM XLVII. 2 ALL ye people, clap your hands,

and with triumphant voices sing ; No force the mighty power withstands

of God, the universal King. 3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell,

and with success our battles fight ; Shall fix the place where we must dwell,

the pride of Jacob, his delight. 3, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King,

with shouts of joy, and trumpets' sound, To him repeated praises sing,

and let the cheerful song rebound. 7, 8 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. 9 Our chiefs and tribes that far from hence

to serve the God of Abr’am came, Found him their constant sure defence : how great and glorious is his name !

THE Lord, the only God, is great,

and greatly to be prais’d
In Sion, on whose happy mount

his sacred throne is rais'd.


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2 Her towers, the joy of all the earth,

with beauteous prospect rise; On her north side th’ Almighty King's

imperial city lies. 3 God in her palaces is known;

his presence is her guard: 4 Confed’rate kings withdrew their siege,

and of success despair'd. 5 They view'd her walls, admir'd, and fled,

with grief and terror struck; 6 Like women,

whom the sudden pangs of travail had o'ertook. 7 No wretched crew of mariners

appear like them forlorn, When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coasts

by eastern winds are torn. 8 In Sion we have seen perform'd

a work that was foretold, In pledge that God, for times to come,

his city will uphold. 9 Not in our fortresses and walls

did we, O God, confide; But on the temple fix'd our hopes,

in which thou dost reside. 10 According to thy Sov’reign name,

thy praise through earth extends; Thy powerful arm, as justice guides,

chastises or defends. 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;

her daughters all be taught In songs his judgments to extol,

who this delivrance wrought. 12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp;

your eyes quite round her cast; Count all her towers, and see if there

you find one stone displac'd. 13 Her forts and palaces survey;

observe their order well; That, with assurance, to your heirs

his wonders you may tell. 14 This God is ours, and will be ours,

whilst we in him confide; Who, as he has preserv'd us now, till death will be our guide.

PSALM XLIX. 1, 2 ET all the listning world attend,

instruction hear; Let high and low, and rich and poor,

with joint consent give ear. 3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill’d, shall good advice impart;

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