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7 Because thou still dost succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.

8 My soul, when foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless power in her support is daily shown:

9 But those the righteous Lord shall slay, That my destruction wish; and they that seek my life shall lose their own. 10 They by untimely ends shall die, Their flesh a prey to foxes lie;

but God shall fill the king with joy: 11 Who thee confess shall still rejoice; Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice, thou, Lord, shalt silence and destroy.

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PSALM LXIV.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

to my request give ear;

Preserve my life from cruel foes,
and free my soul from fear.

2 O! hide me with thy tend'rest care,
in some secure retreat,
From sinners that against me rise,
and all their plots defeat.

3 See how, intent to work my harm,

they whet their tongues like swords;
And bend their bows to shoot their darts,
sharp lies, and bitter words.

4 Lurking in private, at the just
they take their secret aim;
And suddenly at him they shoot,
quite void of fear and shame.
5 To carry on their ill designs
they mutually agree;

They speak of laying private snares,
and think that none shall see.

6 With utmost diligence and care
their wicked plots they lay;

The deep designs of all their hearts are only to betray.

But God, to anger justly mov'd, his dreadful bow shall bend, And on his flying arrow's point

shall swift destruction send.

8 Those slanders which their mouths did vent, upon themselves shall fall;

Their crimes disclos'd, shall make them be despis'd and shunn'd by all.

9 The world shall then God's power confess, and nations trembling stand,

Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty work

of his avenging hand:

10 Whilst righteous men, whom God secures, in him shall gladly trust;

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And all the list'ning earth shall hear
loud triumphs of the just.

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PSALM LXV.

NOR thee, O God, our constant praise in Sion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promis'd altars there we'll raise, and all our zealous vows complete. 2 O thou, who to my humble prayer didst always bend thy list'ning ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, and at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain to stop thy flowing mercy try;

Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
and washest out the crimson dye.

4 Blest is the man, who near thee plac'd,
within thy sacred dwelling lives!
Whilst we at humble distance taste
the vast delights thy temple gives.
5 By wondrous acts, O God, most just,
have we thy gracious answer found:
In thee remotest nations trust,

and those whom stormy waves surround. 6, 7 God, by his strength, sets fast the hills, and does his matchless power engage, With which the sea's loud waves he stills, and angry crowd's tumultuous rage.

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8 Thou, Lord, dost barb'rous lands dismay, when they thy dreadful tokens view; With joy they see the night and day each other's track, by turns, pursue. 9 From out thy unexhausted store

thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before, with corn and useful fruits abound.

10 On rising ridges down it pours, and every furrow'd valley fills s; Thou mak❜st them soft with gentle showers, in which a blest increase distils. 11 Thy goodness does the circling year

with fresh returns of plenty crown; And where thy glorious paths appear, the fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 12 They drop on barren forests, chang'd by them to pastures fresh and green;

The hills about, in order rang'd,

in beauteous robes of joy are seen. 13 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn the cheerful downs; the vallies bring A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn, and seem, for joy, to shout and sing. PSALM LXVI.

1, 2 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy,

to God their voices raise;

Sing psalms in honour of his name, and spread his glorious praise.

3 And let them say, how dreadful, Lord, in all thy works, art thou!

To thy great power thy stubborn foes shall all be forc'd to bow.

4 Through all the earth, the nations round shall thee their God confess;

And with glad hymns, their awful dread
of thy great name express.

5 O come! behold the works of God
and then with me you'll own,
That he to all the sons of men
has wondrous judgment shown.
6 He made the sea become dry land,
through which our fathers walk'd;
Whilst to each other of his might
with joy his people talk'd.

7 He, by his power, for ever rules;
his eyes the world survey;
Let no presumptuous man rebel
against his sov❜reign sway.

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8, 9 O! all ye nations, bless our God,
and loudly speak his praise;
Who keeps our souls alive, and still
confirms our steadfast ways.

10 For thou hast try'd us, Lord, as fire
does try the precious ore;

11 Thou brought'st us into straits, where we oppressing burdens bore.

12 Insulting foes did us, their slaves,

through fire and water chase;

But yet, at last, thou brought'st us forth into a wealthy place.

13 Burnt-off'rings to thy house I'll bring, and there my vows will pay,

14 Which I with solemn zeal did make in trouble's dismal day.

15 Then shall the richest incense smoke, the fattest rams shall fall,

The choicest goats from out the fold,
and bullocks from the stall.

16 O! come all ye that fear the Lord,
attend with needful care,

Whilst I what God for me has done with grateful joy declare.

17, 18 As I before his aid implor'd, so now I praise his name;

Who, if my heart had harbour'd sin, would all my prayers disclaim. 19 But God to me, whene'er I cry'd, his gracious ear did bend,

And to the voice of my request with constant love attend.

20 Then bless'd for ever be my God, who never, when I pray, Withholds his mercy from my soul, nor turns his face away.

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PSALM LXVII.

1 NO bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of thy face on all thy saints to shine:

2 That so thy wondrous way

may through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, and thy salvation own.

3 Let diff'ring nations join

to celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine

to praise thy glorious name.

4 O let them shout and sing

with joy and pious mirth;

For thou, the righteous Judge and King, shalt govern all the earth.

5 Let diff'ring nations join

to celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine to praise thy glorious name.

6 Then shall the teeming ground

a large increase disclose;

And we with plenty shall be crown'd, which God, our God, bestows.

7 Then God upon our land

shall constant blessings shower;

And all the world in awe shall stand of his resistless power.

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ET God, the God of battle, rise, and scatter his presumptuous foes; Let shameful rout their host surprise, who spitefully his power oppose. 2 As smoke in tempest's rage is lost, or wax into the furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious host

before his wrathful presence waste. 3 But let the servants of his will

his favour's gentle beams enjoy; Their upright hearts let gladness fill, and cheerful songs their tongues employ. 4 To him your voice in anthems raise, Jehovah's awful name he bears; In him rejoice, extol his praise,

who rides upon high-rolling spheres. 5 Him, from his empire of the skies, to this low world compassion draws, The orphan's claim to patronise, and judge the injur'd widow's cause. 6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil

restores poor exiles to their home; Makes captives free, and fruitless toil their proud oppressors' righteous doom. 7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead in person, Lord, our armies forth; Strange terrors through the desert spread, convulsions shook the astonish'd earth.

8 The breaking clouds did rain distil,

and heaven's high arches shook with fear; How then should Sinai's humble hill

of Israel's God the presence bear? 9 Thy hand, at famish'd earth's complaint, reliev'd her from celestial stores,

And when thy heritage was faint,

assuag'd the drought with plenteous show'rs.

10 Where savages had rang'd before,

at ease thou mad'st our tribes reside;

And, in the desert, for the poor

thy gen'rous bounty did provide.

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11 Thou gav'st the word; we sallied forth,
and in that powerful word o'ercame;
While virgin-troops, with songs of mirth,
in state our conquest did proclaim.

12 Vast armies, by such gen'rals led,
as yet had ne'er receiv'd a foil,
Forsook their camp with sudden dread,
and to our women left the spoil.

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