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3 But all, he saw, were backward gone,

degen'rate grown and base; None for religion car'd, not one

of all the sinful race.
4 But are those workers of deceit

so dull and senseless grown,
That they like bread my people eat,

and God's just power disown?
5 Their causeless fear shall strangely grow;

and they, despis'd of God,
Shall soon be foil'd; his hand shall throw

their shatter'd bones abroad.
6 Would he his saving power employ

to break our servile band, Loud shouts of universal joy should echo through the land.

PSALM LIV. 2 ORD, save me, for thy glorious name,

thy strength To judge my cause; accept my prayer, and to my words give

ear. 3 Mere strangers, whom I never wrong'd,

to ruin me design'd; And cruel men, that fear no God,

against my soul combin'd. 4, 5 But God takes part with all my friends,

and he's the surest guard ; The God of truth shall give my foes

their falsehood's due reward ; 6 While I my grateful offrings bring,

and sacrifice with joy; And in his praise my time to come

delightfully employ. 7 From dreadful danger and distress

the Lord hath set me free; Through him shall I of all my foes the just destruction see.

VIVE ear, thou Judge of all the earth,
I and listen when I pray ;
Nor from thy humble suppliant turn

thy glorious face away.
2 Attend to this my sad complaint,

and hear my grievous moans; While I my mournful case declare,

with artless sighs and groans. 3 Hark how the foe insults aloud !

how fierce oppressors rage! Whose sland'rous tongues, with wrathful hate, against my fame



4, 5 My heart is rack'd with pain; my soul

with deadly frights distress'd; With fear and trembling compass'd round,

with horror quite oppress’d. 6 How often wish'd I then, that I

the dove's swift wings could get; That I might take my speedy flight,

and seek a safe retreat. 7, 8 Then would I wander far from hence,

and in wild deserts stray, Till all this furious storm were spent, this tempest past away.

PART II. 9 Destroy, O Lord, their ill designs,

their counsels soon divide; For through the city my griev'd eyes

have strife and rapine spy'd. 10 By day and night, on every wall

they walk their constant round; And in the midst of all her strength

are grief and mischief found. 11 Whoe'er through every part shall roam,

will fresh disorders meet; Deceit and guile their constant posts

maintain in every street. 12 For 'twas not any open foe

that false reflections made; For then I could with ease have borne

the bitter things he said : 'Twas none who hatred had profess'd,

that did against me rise ; For then I had withdrawn myself

from his malicious eyes. 13, 14 But 'twas e'en thou, my guide, my friend,

whom tend'rest love did join ; Whose sweet advice I valued most; whose

prayers were mix'd with mine. 15 Sure vengeance, equal to their crimes,

such traitors must surprise, And sudden death requite those ills

they wickedly devise. 16, 17 But I will call on God, who still

shall in my aid appear; At morn, at noon, at night, I'll pray ; and he my voice shall


PART III. 18 God has releas'd my soul from those

that did with me contend; And made a num'rous host of friends

my righteous cause defend.

Dothan my life pursues

19 For he, who was my help of old,

shall now his suppliant hear; And punish them whase prosp'rous state

makes them no God to fear. 20 Whom can I trust, if faithless men

perfidiously devise To ruin me, their peaceful friend,

and break the strongest ties? 21 Though soft and melting are their words,

their hearts with war abound; Their speeches are more smooth than oil,

and yet like swords they wound. 22 Do thou, my soul, on God depend,

and he shall thee sustain; He aids the just, whom to supplant

the wicked strive in vain. 23 My foes that trade in lies and blood,

shall all untimely die; Whilst I, for health and length of days, on thee, my God, rely.

PSALM LVI. 1 thou, O God, in mercy help; for man my


pursues; To crush me with repeated wrongs,

he daily strife renews. 2 Continually my spiteful foes

to ruin me combine; Thou seest, who sitt'st enthron'd on high,

what mighty numbers join. 3 But though sometimes surpris'd by fear,

on danger's first alarm; Yet still for succour I depend

on thy Almighty arm. 4 God's faithful promise I shall praise,

on which I now rely; In God I trust, and, trusting him,

the arm of flesh defy. 5 They wrest my words, and make them speak

a sense they never meant; Their thoughts are all, with restless spite,

on my destruction bent. 6 In close assemblies they combine,

and wicked projects lay; They watch my steps, and lie in wait

to make my soul their prey.
7 Shall such injustice still escape?

O righteous God, arise;
Let thy just wrath, too long provok'd,

this impious race chastise.
8 Thou numberest all my steps, since first

I was compellid to flee;

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My very tears were treasur'd up,

and register'd by thee. 9 When therefore I invoke thy aid,

my foes shall be o'erthrown; For I am well assur'd that God

my righteous cause will own. 10, 11 I'll trust God's word, and so despise

the force that man can raise ; 12 To theė, O God, my vows are due;

to thee I'll render praise. 13 Thou hast retriev'd my soul from death;

and thou wilt still secure The life thou hast so oft preserv'd,

and make my footsteps sure: 14 That thus protected by thy power,

I may this life enjoy ; And in the service of my God my lengthen’d days employ.

PSALM LVII. 1 WHY mercy, Lord, to me extend;

On thy protection I depend; And to thy wing for shelter haste,

Till this outrageous storm is pass’d. 2 To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly,

Thou sov'reign Judge, and God most high,
Who wonders hast for me begun,

And wilt not leave thy work undone.
3 From heaven protect me by thine arm,

And shame all those who seek my harm;
To my relief thy mercy send,

And truth, on which my hopes depend. 4 For I with savage men converse,

Like hungry lions wild and fierce;
With 'men whose teeth are spears, their words

Envenom'd darts, and two-edg'd swords. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high;

And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,

Till thou art here, as there, obey'd, 6 To take me they their net prepard,

And had almost my soul ensnar'd;
But fell themselves, by just decree,

Into the pit they made for me.
7 O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent,

Its thankful tribute to present;
And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise

To thee, my God, in songs of praise: 8 Awake, my glory; harp and lute,

No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.


9 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound

To all the listning nations round; 10 Thy mercy highest heaven transcends;

Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 11 Be thou, O God, exalted high;

And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here, as there, obey'd.

PSALM LVIII. 1 PEAK, Oye judges of the earth, if just your

sentence be; Or must not innocence appeal

to heaven from your decree ? 2 Your wicked hearts and judgments are

alike by malice sway'd; Your griping hands, by weighty bribes,

to violence betray’d. 3 To virtue strangers, from the womb

their infant steps went wrong; They prattled slander, and in lies

employ'd their lisping tongue. 4 No serpent of parch'd Afric's breed

does ranker poison bear; The drowsy adder will as soon

unlock his sullen ear. 5 Unmov'd by good advice, and deaf

as adders they remain; From whom the skilful charmer's voice

can no attention gain. 6 Defeat, O God, their threat’ning rage,

and timely break their power; Disarm these growling lions' jaws,

e'er practis'd to devour. 7 Let now their insolence, at height,

like ebbing tides be spent; Their shiver'd darts deceive their aim,

when they their bow have bent. 8 Like snails let them dissolve to slime;

like hasty births, become Unworthy to behold the sun,

and dead within the womb. 9 E'er thorns can make the flesh-pots boil,

tempestuous wrath shall come From God, and snatch them hence alive

to their eternal doom. 10 The righteous shall rejoice to see

their crimes with vengeance meet; And saints in persecutor's blood

shall dip their harmless feet. 11 Transgressors then with grief shall see just men rewards obtain;


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