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4 Thou dost not, Lord,
Delight in wickednesse; Nor to bad men
Wilt thy protection lend. 5 The boasters proud
Cannot before thee stay: Thou hat'st all those,
That are to sin devoted : 6 The lying lips,
And who with blood are spotted, Thou doest abhorre,
And wilt for ever slay : 7 But I unto
Thy house shall take the way: And, through thy grace
Abundant, shall adore, With humble feare,
Within thy holy place. 8 Oh ! leade me, Lord,
Within thy righteous trace: Even for their sakes
That malice me so sore, Make smooth thy paths
My dimmer eyes before. 9 Witbin their mouth
No truth is ever found: Pure mischiefe is
Their heart: a gaping tombe 10 Is their wide throat;
And yet their tongues still sound, 11 With smoothing words.
O Lord, give them their doome, And let them fall
In those their plots profound. In their excesse
Of mischiefe, them destroy, 12 That rebels are;
So those, that to thee flye, Shall all rejoyce
And sing eternally: 13 And whom thou dost
Protect, and who love thee And thy deere name,
In thee shall ever joy ; Since thou with blisse
The righteous dost reward, And with thy grace,
As with a shield him guard.
AS THE Lth PSALM,
“ The mighty God, &c." Let me not, Lord,
Be in thy wrath reproved : Oh! scourge me not
When thy fierce wrath is moved. 2. Pity me, Lord,
That doe with languor pine : Heale me,
whose bones With paine dissolved bin; 3 Whose weary soule
Is vexed above measure. O Lord; how long
Shall í bide thy displeasure ? 4 Turne thee, O Lord, Rescue
soule distrest; 4 And save me of thy grace.
’Mongst those that rest In silent death,
Can none remember thee; And in the grave
How shouldst thou praised be? 6 Weary with sighs All night I caus'd
bed To swim : with teares,
My couch I watered. 7 Deepe sorrow hath
Consum'd my dimmed eyne, Sunk in with griefe
At these lewd foes of mine: 8 But now hence, hence,
Vaine plotters of mine ill: The Lord hath heard
My lamentations shrill : 9 God heard my suit,
And still attends the same : 10 Blush now, my foes, And flye with
AS THE cxith PSALM,
“ The man is blest that God, &c."
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite,
My soule, while none shall it defend. 3 O Lord, if I this thing have wrought,
If in my hands be found such ill; 4. If I with mischiefe ever sought
To pay good turnes, or did not still
That thirsted for my overthrow; 5 Then, let my foe in eager chase,
, O'ertake my soule, and proudly tread My life below, and with disgrace
In dust lay downe mine honour dead. 6 Rise up in rage, O Lord, eft soone
Advance thine arme against my fo’ne ;
And wake for me, till thou full 7 My promis'd right: so shall glad throngs
of people flocke unto thy hill.
For their sakes then revenge my wrongs, 8 And rouse thyselfe. Thy judgements be
O'er all the world : Lord, judge thou me.
Thou find'st in me, Lord, judge thou me: 9 Settle the just with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see 10 Brought to an end. For thy just eye
Doth heart and inward reines descry : 11 My safety stands in God, who shields
The sound in heart : whose doome, each day, 12 To just men and contemners yeelds 13 Their due. Except he change his way,
His sword is whet, to blood intended.
His murdering bow is ready bended. 14 Weapons of death he hath addrest
And arrowes keene to pierce my foe, 35 Who late bred mischiefe in bis breast;
But, when he doth on travell goe,
16 Brings forth a lye; deep pits doth delve,
And fall into his pits himselve. 17 Back to his owne head shall rebound
His plotted mischiefe ; and his wrongs
Jehovah's praise with thankfull songs,
AS THE CXith PSALM,
“ Ye children which, &c."
Above the rowling heavens' rack !
To still th' avenging enemy,
While they hang sucking on the brest ! 3 But, when I see the heavens bright,
The moone and glittering stars of night,
By thine almighty hand addrest, 4 Oh! what is man, poore silly man,
That thou so mind'st him, and dost daine
To looke at his unworthy seed ! 5 Thou hast him set not much beneath
Thine angels bright; and, with a wreath
Of glory, hast adorn'd his head. 6 Thou hast him made high soveraigne 7 Of all thy workes, and stretch'd his raigne
Unto the heards and beasts untame, 8 To fowles, and to the scaly traine,
That glideth through the watry maine. 9 How noble each-where is thy Name.
'TO THE TUNE OF THAT KNOWN SONG BEGINNING,
“ Preserve us, Lord.”
2 My joy, my triumph is in thee.
of thy dread Name my song shall be, 3 O highest God: since put to flight,
And fal’ne and vanish't at thy sight 4 Are all my foes; for thou hast past
Just sentence on my cause at last ;
A rightful Judge thyselfe dost prove :
And made their name for ever void. 6 Where's now, my foes, your threat'ned wrack ? So well
you did our cities sack,
Their name shall dye as well as they ! 7 Loe, in the eternall state God sits,
And his high throne to justice fits : 8 Whose righteous hand the world shal weeld,
And to all folke just doome shall yeeld. 9 The poore from high find his releefe;
The poore in needfull times of griefe: 10 Who knows thee, Lord, to thce shall cleave,
That never dost thy clients leave. 11 Oh! sing the God that doth abide,
On Sion Mount; and blazon wide 12 His worthy deeds. For he pursues
The guiltlesse blood with vengeance due:
My soule from gates of death and grave: :
Oh! see the wrong my foes have done : 14 That I thy praise, to all that gone
Through daughter Sion's beauteous gate,
And may rejoyce in thy safe aid.
A deadly pit my soule to drowne,
Loe, their owne feet entangled be.
That th’ ill are punish't with their owne. 17 Downe shall the wicked backward fall
To deepest hell, and nations all 18 That God forget; nor shall the poore
Forgotten be for evermore.