Select PSALMS.
Psalm I.
1 BLest is the Man that is not led
By such as Wicked are;
Nor stands in Sin confirm'd, or hath
Possess'd the Scorners Chair.
2 But in th' Almighty's Laws Divine
Hath plac'd his sole Delight;
Whereon his grave religious Thoughts
Are fixt both Day and Night.
3 He shall be like that Tree which does,
By a sresh Stream appear;
whose Branche
[...], press'd with cluster'd Fruit,
Still crown the smiling Year.
Whose Leaf, whose fair delightful Shade
Shall ever verdant last;
And thus on whatsoe're Heaven smiles,
Shall no Misfortunes blast.
4 But such is not their prosp'rous State
Who have their God declin'd;
They, but as empty Chaff, appear,
That's scatter'd by the Wind.
5 Whose Courage, when to Judgment call'd,
Shall fail, when they have found
They are at length those Joys depriv'd,
Where with the Just are Crown'd.
6 For on the Righteous are, O Lord,
Thy Eyes still fixt with Care;
Whilst Sinners perish in their Course,
Are plung'd into Despair.
Psalm V.
1 To my Complaints, Almighty Lord,
Incline thy ever-gracious Ear;
2 For unto thee my King! my God!
I humbly will direct my Prayer.
3 In her Devotions even shall
My active Soul still early be;
And unto none for help look up,
Or supplicate on Earth but Thee.
4 For Thou, bright God! art ever pure;
Nor do'st in wickedness delight;
Neither shall any Evil long
Continue to offend thy sight.
5 The foolish and the giddy Thou
Shalt from thy glorious Presence drive;
Nor suffer those before Thee Stand,
Who mischief in their Hearts contrive.
6 On those shall thy sharp Judgments fall,
Who pleasure take in spreading Lies;
Nor even they escape, just Lord!
Who bloody Stratagems devise.
7 But as for me, I'll now, O God,
To thy bright holy Courts repair;
And with a thankful Heart aloud,
Thy everlasting Love declare.
8 Be therefore Thou,
O Lord, my Guide,
Lest peradventure I should stray;
And to my Foes occasion give
T'entrap me in my' ungarded Way.
9 For there's no Faith alas! in those,
Whose wicked Hearts conceive a Wrong;
Who, tho their Lips be smooth as Oyl,
Have yet a Poyson in their Tongue.
10 But Thou, O righteous Judge! shalt soon
Them in their Villanies surprise;
And unto Condemnation bring,
Who in Rebellion 'gainst thee rise.
11 Whilst They, who in thy Mercy Trust,
To Thee their gratefull Hearts shall raise;
And for the Kindness Thou hast shown,
In Triumph celebrate thy Praise.
12 For on the Righteous, thy own Lot,
Shall, Lord, thy Blessings still descend;
Whom with thy Favour, and thy Love,
Thou do'st as with a shield defend.
Psalm VI. Being the First of the Penitential Ones.
1 Correct me not in Anger, Lord,
Tho Chastisements are due;
Nor in thy fiercest Wrath too far
My hateful Crimes pursue.
2 But here (while press'd beneath thy Hand,
Thus weakn'd with my Groans)
O let thy Love those Pains allay,
VVhich run through all my Bones.
3 My Soul alas! with dread is struck,
Of what's already past;
How long will therefore, mighty Lord!
Thy raging Fury last?
4 O turn Thee, turn Thee, Thou that art
My Soul's offended God;
And for thy Mercies sake lay by
Thy sharp afflicting Rod.
5 For lo! in the forgetful Grave,
where all things silent be,
who can, dread Lord! thy Praises sing,
Or once remember Thee.
6 Through constant Mourning, Lord, behold!
My Body feeble wears;
In Sighs it with the Day consumes;
At Night disolves in Tears.
7 Though Grief my wonted Beauty fades;
Thus wasted is my State,
Occasion'd even now by those
VVho my Destruction wait.
8 But hence, mistaken Sinners! hence,
The Lord regards my Cries;
9 And to my humble Suit at length
His gracious Ear applys.
Psalm XV.
1 VVHo is, O Lord, the Man that shall
VVithin thy Courts abide;
Or on thy ever-sacred Mount,
VVith thy blest Saints reside.
2 Ev'n He whose Ways are uncorrupt,
Whose Feet uprightly tread;
Nor is, through Fear to speak the Truth.
Against his Conscience led.
3 Who hath not acted with Deceit,
Or done his Neighbour wrong;
Nor vile Detraction e're hath made
Th' Employment of his Tongue.
4 Who such, as in their Sins persist,
Contemns, and only those,
Who fear the Lord, and act what's just,
Respect and Honour shews,
VVho ne're equivocates, or does
Of Falsities allow;
Nor yet, tho' to his Loss it proves,
E're violates his Vow.
5 VVho sets not out to sordid Use
VVhat e're he lends the Poor;
Nor to commit Things base, is One
VVhom glitt'ring Bribes allure.
This is,
O Lord, that happy Man
VVho on thy Hill shall rest;
Unshaken through thy Favour stand,
Shall be for ever blest.
Psalm. XXX.
1 IN Thy eternal Praise, shall, Lord,
My Soul lift up her voice;
Who o're me hast not made my Foes
In Triumph to rejoyce.
2 When in Distress on thee I call'd,
Thy Mercy did not sail;
But, as a kind Physician, Thou
Did'st my Distempers heal.
3 Thy Love it was alone, which me
For happier Ends reserv'd;
And from the dark forgetful Grave
My sinking Soul preserv'd.
4 Sing then unto the Lord ye Saints,
In Hymns your Loves express;
And let it in Remembrance be,
Of his bright Holiness.
5 Whose Frowns are of so short a date,
VVe scarce his Kindness miss;
And in whose Favour lies contain'd
The Soul's eternal Bliss.
Thô Sorrow for a Night may last,
And we afflicted mourn;
Yet soon with the next Morning's Light.
Our absent Joys return.
6 When in Prosperity I liv'd,
Enjoy'd my worldly All;
Thus I, o Lord, began to boast,
That I shou'd never fall.
7 But ah! as soon as Thou withdrew,
Thy Favours didst revoke;
I to my Cost was then convinc'd
How foolishly I spoke.
8 But lo! to Thee, my slighted God,
I flew for timely Aid;
And thus before thy Majesty,
My Case right humbly laid.
9 "What Profit is there in my Blood,
Should it thy Wrath appease?
"How shall the Dust, most mighty Lord!
Thy Excellencies Praise?
10 "In Mercy to my fervent Suit,
Bow down thy gracious Ear;
"Be Thou alone my blest Support,
Remove my present Fear.
11 Then into new Delights were all
My gloomy Sorrows turn'd;
And thou, my God, being reconcil'd,
My Soul no longer mourn'd.
Psalm XXXII. Being the Second of the Penitential Ones.
1 BLest is, O Lord, that Man whom Zhou
Beholdest from above;
Whose Faults thy Justice have escap'd,
Are cover'd by thy Love.
2 For surely now, as suely, we may
That happy Person Stile;
To whom the Lord imputes no Sin,
In whom there is no Guile.
3 When I, tho conscious of my Guilt,
Had not my Crimes confest:
How strongly was, O Lord, my Mind
With Terrours then possesst?
4 So hot was, Lord, thine Anger which
My Sins did then inflame;
That soon, like Earth in Summer parch'd,
My wasted Flesh became.
5 But when before Thee I appear'd,
A just Confession made;
How ready wert Thou to forgive,
And was thy Wrath allay'd!
6 Thus shall each speedy Penitent,
Who does his Sins forsake,
Thy timely Mercy find, nor shall
The Flouds his Soul ore-take.
7 For Thou, great God! from threatning Ills
Art still a sure Defence;
VVhom therefore in my Songs I'll praise
For my Deliverance.
8 You who to Happiness would steer,
Come now and learn of me;
I will direct you in your Course,
Your skilful Pilot be.
9 O be not therefore as a Mule,
Or like an untam'd Horse;
VVhose head-strong Tempers will not brook
The Curb of Reasons Force.
10 For such, just Lord! Thy strokes shall feel,
VVho are so bruitish found;
But they, who Thee obey, shall be
VVith thy chief Blessings crown'd.
11 Rejoyce ye then who fear the Lord,
In Triumph praise his Name;
And let such Exultations still
Your fervent Loves proclaim.
Psalm XXXVIII. Being the Third of the Penitential Ones.
1 O Do not Thou in Anger, Lord,
Too far my hainous Sins pursue;
Nor on me in thy Wrath inflict
Those sharper Judgments that are due.
2 For in me lo! Thine Arrows stick,
Through wilful Breach of Thy Command;
That almost crush'd to Death I lye
Beneath the Pressure of thy Hand.
3 No Soundness in my Flesh appears,
Such hath thy late Displeasure been;
Nor even Rest unto my Bones,
By reason of my raging Sin.
4 So numerous are alas! my Crimes,
So dreadful is my present Fear;
That sunk beneath them, Lord, I can
Their heavy weight no longer bear.
5 Corrupt and stinking are my Wounds;
Thus for my Wickedness I pay:
6 And thus in Trouble I am brought,
As one in Mourning spend the Day.
11 Nor here determinate my Griefs,
Rais'd, Lord, by thy correcting Hand;
My Friends ev'n shun me as a Plague,
And at a distance gazing stand.
13 But lo! as one that's deaf I'appear;
As silent too, as one that's dumb,
I open not, O Lord, my mouth,
14 Or chafe when e're my Sorrows come.
15 For yet in Thee remains my Trust;
On whom with Patience I thus wait:
And sure I am, Thou, Lord, wilt hear
The Cryes of my afflicted State.
22 Haste then, Good God! unto my Aid,
My weak and needy State look on;
For Thou alone art my Support!
My Comfort! my Salvation!
Psalm XLII.
1 AS the chas'd Hart with eager Thirst
Wou'd at the VVaters be;
VVith such Desire, o Lord, inflam'd,
My Soul pants after Thee.
2 For Thee, ev'n doth, bright God! my Soul
With fervent Passion burn;
Expecting when to thy lov'd Courts,
I shall again return.
3 My Tears are but my thin Repasts,
While Men thus me upbraid;
And in a Scoff cry, where's thy God?
VVhere's now thy boasted Aid?
4 For, Lord, unbounded are my Griefs,
To think on those blest Days,
VVhen throng'd, I to the Temple went
To celebrate thy Praise.
5 But why art thou so sad, my Soul!
And are thy Joys allay'd?
O! why is now, my better Part,
Become at length dismay'd?
God still is thy Support, in whom
Fail not thy Trust to place;
For lo! his Name thou yet shalt praise,
For his Returns of Grace.
Psalm Li. Being the Fourth of the Penitential Ones.
1 IN Mercy here, do Thou, o God,
My guilty State survey;
And of thy never-failing Love,
Wipe all my Sins away.
2 O! wash my vile polluted Soul
from each offensive Stain;
That
[...]n thy Presence, Lord, it may
Appear for ever clean.
3 To Thee, ah! my offended God!
I will my Crimes confess:
Who▪ Day and Night still haunted am,
With my foul Wickedness.
4 Thee only have I sinn'd against,
Ev'n I, who am but Dust,
And should I be condemn'd, yet Thou
Remainst for ever just.
5 Of Sin, behold, o Lord! I am
A wretched Compound made;
In Sin my Mother brought me forth,
In Sin I was conceiv'd.
6 Whilst Thee in nothing better pleas'd,
O righteous God! we find,
Than in Man's inward Purity,
His Uprightness of Mind.
7 But when with Hysope once I'm purg'd,
I shall unspotten shew;
Correct in all my inner Parts,
And be more white than Snow.
8 With joys possess'd shall then my Soul,
Resume her tuneful Voice;
And even all my shatter'd Bones,
In God their Strength Rejoice.
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Psalm LXVII.
1 BLess (we beseech Thee) Gracious Lord!
The People who be thine;
And through their gloomy Nature let
Thy radiant Beauty shine.
2 That all the rude and untaught World,
Where such thy Mercies flow,
May, through the Brightness of thy Face,
Their great Salvation know.
3 To Thee, aloud let Mankind, Lord,
Their holy joys proclaim;
And in exalted Hymns of Praise
Set forth thy Glorious Name.
4 O let the Nations, touch'd with Love,
Thy lasting Goodness Sing;
VVho art their Righteous Governor!
Their Lord! their mighty King!
5 To Thee aloud, let mankind, Lord,
Their holy Joys proclaim;
And in exalted Hymns of Praise
Set forth thy glorious Name.
6 Then shall, o then, the teeming Earth
Be crown'd with lasting Peace;
And, of those Blessings Thou hast sown,
Send forth a large Encrease.
7 Thus Thou, with Blessings, us shalt bless,
Thy Majesty declare;
Whilst the astonish'd world, Great God!
Thy' Almightiness shall fear.
Psalm LXVII. Another Metre.
1 BLess (we beseech Thee) Lord,
The People who be Thine;
And through their gloomy Nature let
Thy radiant Beauty shine.
2 That all the untaught world,
Where such thy Mercies flow,
May through the Brightness of thy Face,
Their great salvation know.
3 To Thee, let mankind, Lord,
Their holy joys proclaim?
And in exal
[...]ed Hymns of Praise
Set forth thy glorious Name.
4 Let Nations, touch'd with Love,
Thy lasting Goodness sing;
Who art their righteous Governor!
Their Lord! their mighty King!
5 To Thee, let mankind, Lord,
Their holy Joys proclaim;
And in exalted Hymns of Praise
Set forth thy glorious Name.
6 Then shall the teeming Earth
Be crown'd with lasting Peace;
And of those Blessings Thou hast sown,
Send forth a large Encrease.
7 Thus, Lord, Thou us shalt bless,
Thy Majesty declare,
Whilst the astonish'd World, Great God!
Thy' Almightiness shall fear.
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Psalm LXXXII.
1 LO! O ye Judges of the Earth,
Ye Pillars of the Land,
God does with an inspecting Eye,
Amidst your Councels stand!
2 Why, therefore dare ye in his Sight,
Neglect what's just to do;
And only to the Rich, the Great,
Your partial Favours shew?
3 You in whose Hands the Scales are plac'd,
On Seats of Justice sit;
Shou'd with unbyass'd Minds still act
in the Defence of it.
5 But ah! where Gain and Inter'st meet,
Are in the Ballance laid;
How are the Earth's Foundations shook!
How light is Justice made!
6 'Tis true, I've said ye appear as Gods,
But know, that ye shall all
7 Like Peasants, undistinguish'd, dye,
Shall with the Sinful fall.
8 Rise then, Great Judge of Heav'n and Earth!
And let thy Power be known;
That Thou may'st Mankind vindicate,
Who are by right thy own.
Psalm XC.
1 THou hast, O God, our Refuge been,
Our wonted Place of Rest;
In whom we have Protection found,
By whom we have been blest.
2 For of eternal Date Thou wert
With Majesty aray'd,
E're yet the Mountains were brought forth,
Or the round World was made.
3 Most just, o Lord, are thy Decrees,
And therefore lo! we must,
When Thou art pleas'd to speak the Word,
Return again to Dust.
4 For ah! what are a thousand Years,
When measur'd by thine Eye:
They all are but as Yesterday;
As swift as Thought they fly.
5 Thus, when by Thee we 're scatter'd, Lord,
Ev'n like a Dream we pass;
6 Appearing in the Morning fresh,
At Noon like wither'd Grass.
7 This, Lord, is our uncertain State,
Through thy consuming Ire;
Who just
[...]y for our Sins are plagu'd,
And suddenly expire.
8 For to thy Sight, still Lord expos'd,
Our wickednesses lye;
And even our most sec
[...]e
[...] Crimes,
As Day before thine Bye.
9 Wherefore, through thy Displeasure, Lord,
Our Life more short appears;
And as an empty Tale that's told,
Pass off our rolling Years.
10 To Seventy is our Age prescrib'd;
Yet here shou'd we below
To eighty Years through Strength arrive,
We then but Sorrows know.
At most it is (o Lord) but short,
And in a Breath gone o're;
So soon like fading Plants we fall,
And then are seen no more.
Psalm XCV.
1 O Come, let's now unto the Lord,
In Songs our Voices raise;
For He our great Salvation is,
And best deserves our Praise.
2 Before his Presence with a Psalm,
And Hearts prepar'd, let's go;
That we in a triumphant Mirth,
Our Gratitude may shew.
3 For He, th'Almighty Lord, is God,
From whom all Beings spring;
Who is of Powers above, below,
The over-ruling King.
4 Whose Hand the spacious Globe contains,
Whose Sway no Limits knows;
5 By whose Decree the Earth stands fixt,
The Ocean ebbs and flows.
6 O come and let's before him fall,
Possess'd with holy Fear;
And that bright Majesty address,
By whom alone we are.
7 For He, th'Almighty Lord, is God,
Through whom we nothing need;
We are his Sheep, our Shepherd He,
By whom we safely feed.
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8 If therefore you his Voice will hear,
His lasting Love possess;
Let not your Sins his Wrath provoke,
As in the Wilderness.
9 Where (by our Fathers Crimes enrag'd)
He did their Hopes destroy,
11 And in his Anger swear, that they
should ne're his Rest enjoy.
Psalm C.
1 BE Joyful in the Lord, ye Lands,
And, that ye now your Love may shew;
2 Let in his Presence from your Lips,
Your grateful Songs of Praises flow.
3 For know, that He the Lord, is God,
By whom, not by our selves, we're made;
We are his People, and as Sheep
He gently does in Pastures lead.
4 O enter then into his Gates,
VVithin his Courts your Joys proclaim;
Be ever thankful for his Love.
Extol his ever-sacred Name.
5 For gracious is the Lord, our God,
VVhose Mercies everlasting prove;
VVho in th' eternal Circle reigns,
Of never-weaning Truth and Love.
Psalm CII. Being the Fifth of the Penitential Ones.
1 O Lord unto my fervent Prayer
Thy ever-gracious Ear apply:
2 Nor from me now turn Thou thy Face,
VVhen in Distress to Thee I cry.
3 As smoke, behold! my Days consume;
My Bones are burnt ev'n as an Hearth;
VVhich are, O God, the dire Effects,
The Marks of thy enkindl'd VVrath.
4 So raging are my Griefs become,
No Food my fainting Spirits chears;
VVhilst lo! through want of such Support,
My Heart like wither'd Grass appears.
5 Behold, alas! how to my Skin,
Do even cleave my aking Bones;
And that by reason of my Plaints,
My never-ceasing Sighs and Groans.
6 For such is now my pensive State,
Such is,
O Lord, my deep Distress;
I'm as the Pelican become,
The Screech-Owl of the VVilderness.
7 Or as the Sparrow on the House,
I watch, and am alone all Day;
8 VVhile they, who are against me set,
On me their vile Reproaches lay.
9 Of Ashes is my daily Food;
With Tears I mingle still my Drink;
10 VVhilst thus beneath thy Anger, Lord,
My weak and drooping Spirits sink.
11 Behold, ah! how my fleeting Time,
Does as an empty Shadow pass;
And even I, in nature, am
No better than the fading Grass.
12 But Thou, o God, for ever shalt
In Mercy shine, and be the same;
VVhilst Ages yet to come, shall praise,
Shall magnify thy glorious Name.
Psalm CXVI.
1 IN Thee, O God, Almighty Love!
Is fixt my sole delight;
Who did'st not in my
[...]ate Distress
My Supplications slight.
2 To whom, as my Deliverer,
I'll therefore not delay,
But, whilst I've yet to live, proceed
Still fervently to pray.
3 When Death my' affrighted Soul besieg'd,
And threaten'd nought but Hell;
'Twas Thee, O Lord, whom I then found
My Rock, my Citadel.
4 It was on Thee alone I call'd,
Who didst the Foe controul;
And from invading Miseries
Thus save my sinking Soul.
5 For, Lord! Thou ever art most just!
Most merciful! and kind!
And who to all a Refuge art,
VVho would a Refuge find.
6 VVho, to the Needy and Distress'd,
Art still a sure Relief;
For such I found Thee, o my God!
VVhen I was in my Grief.
12 What therefore in Return shall I
To my Redeemer make;
Who thus of my expiring Soul
Did so much Pitty take.
13 I'll Drink of that most Sacred Cup,
Wherein Salvation lies;
And in Return thereof give up
My Heart a Sacrifice.
14 In Presence of the People, I
My holy Vows will pay;
And to the Lord my Praises date,
From this most happy Day.
Psalm CXXX. Being the Sixth of the Penitential Ones.
1 SUnk, Lord, beneath my Griefs, to Thee
I've now sent up my Cry;
2 Look therefore down, and to my Plaints
Thy gracious Ear apply.
3 For ah! should'st Thou of our past Life
Too strict Account demand,
Who can before Thee, Lord, appear!
Who can unpunish'd stand!
4 But lo! in pardoning is, great God!
Thy Mercy still the same;
That the repenting World from thence,
May learn to fear thy Name.
7 In whom let
Israel therefore trust,
Whose Mercies do abound;
8 Who frees us from the Guilt of Sin,
VVho is our Ransom found.
Psalm CXXXIII.
1 HOw pleasant is it, Lord, to see
The
Brethren live in Unity!
2 'Tis like that precious Ointment shed
On thy great Sacrificer's Head;
Which down the holy Robe distill'd,
And with rich Scents its Borders fill'd;
3 Or like the kindly Dew which drops
On
Sion's sacred Mountain-Tops:
Ev'n so, o Lord, doth here below,
On all the Saints, thy Blessings flow;
Who, to resemble those above,
United are in Peace and Love.
Doxologie.
Glory be to the Father, Son,
And Holy Ghost,
the Great Three-One;
Which ever was, is now, shall be
Ascrib'd to all Eternity.
Psalm. CXXXIV.
1 BEhold! now bless the Lord,
Ye who by Night resort,
And to your God Attendance pay
Within his holy Court.
2 Before the Throne of Grace,
Your Thanks aloud proclaim;
With grateful Hearts and Hands erect,
O praise God's holy Name.
3 Then shall th' eternal King,
His faithful People bless;
Sion shall even then be crown'd
With lasting Happiness.
Psalm CXXXVII.
1 VVHen we, ah! by
Euphrates Streams,
Were as sad Captives sat,
Far distant from our Native Soile,
Bemoaning of our Fate.
It was for Thee, we
(Sion) did
In Tears our Loves express;
And all those dear Remembrances
Of thy past Happiness.
2 Whilst hanging on the neighbouring Trees,
Our silent Harps were laid;
Which Sympathising with our Griefs,
No chearful Musick made.
3 'Twas here,
O here, an
Hebrew Song,
With an insulting Air,
They haughtily did then demand,
To whom we Prisoners were.
4 But how alas! shall we our Harps
Tune now to Sorrows Strains;
Or sing the Praises of our God,
Where a strange Monarch reigns.
5 Ah, no
Jerusalem! if e're
My Thoughts of Thee decay,
May on the warbling Harp, my hand
Forget her wonted Play.
6 Or may, O may my ungrateful Tongue
For ever silent be;
Ev'n now, before my chiefest Mirth,
If I prefer not Thee.
7 Remember therefore those, just Lord!
Who on th' Attaque were found,
Thus of
Jerusalem to say;
O rase it to the Ground!
8 For such, curs'd
Babylon! behold,
Is thy approaching Fate;
And unlamented Miseries
Of thy declining State.
9 For ever blest the Victor be!
Who lays thy Feet in Chains;
And in that day, 'gainst thy proud Walls,
shall dash thy Childrens Brains.
Psalm CXLI.
1 LOrd, 'tis on Thee alone I call,
And on thy Mercy do rely;
Reject not then my humble Suit,
When in my Wants to Thee I cry.
2
O let my Prayer before Thee come,
Like Smoke of Incense let it rise;
That my prepar'd Devotions may
Be as an Evening Sacrifice.
3 Set Thou a Watch before my Mouth,
To keep thy Servant still in Fear;
That nothing from my Lips may pass,
Which may offend thy Sacred Ear.
4 To wickedness
O let not, Lord,
My weak unguarded Heart incline;
Lest with th' Ungodly in their Ways,
I may unhappily combine.
5 But grant that I may rather be
Reprov'd by those who Friendly Love;
For that unto my wounded Head
VVill a balsamick Ointment prove.
10 And thus, whilst Sinners, Lord, the Fruit
Of their own Wickedness shall reap;
Let me, through thy ne're-failing Love,
Their evil Machinations 'scape.
Psalm CXLIII. Being the Seventh and last of the Penitential Ones.
1 GIve Ear, o Lord, to the Complaints
Which I now make to Thee;
And in thy everlasting Truth
Fail not to answer me.
2 Of my past Life, do Thou not, Lord,
Too strict Account demand;
For sure I am, none justisy'd,
Shall in thy Presence stand.
3 The Foe hath long my Soul pursu'd,
Ev'n such has been my Dread,
That in the Dark I've lain conceal'd,
As one that hath been dead.
4 So swelling are my Griefs become,
Which from my Fears
[...]rise,
My Heart grows desolate, my Soul
Immers'd in Sorrow lies.
5 But to my Comfort I, o Lord,
Thy Works recall to Mind;
Nor are, my God! those Days forgot
Wherein thou hast been kind.
6 For Thee doth, Lord, my gasping Soul
More languishingly wait,
Than thirsty Earth for Showers of Rain,
That's parch'd with Summer's Heat.
7 Hear then, good God, my humble Suit,
Thy Presence let me have;
Lest I become like those who lye
In the neglected Grave.
8 Betimes, o let my Soul, blest Lord!
Thy wonted Kindness meet;
And in the way that I shou'd walk,
Guide Thou my erring Feet.
9 From those who are against me set,
And wou'd my Life surprise,
Do Thou thy Servant now protect
Who to thy Shelter flyes.
10
O teach me, Thou that art my God,
Thy Sacred Laws t'obey;
And to the Land of Righteousness
My Soul at length convey.
Psalm CXLV.
1 FOr ever,
O eternal God!
I will thy Praises sing;
2 Thou! who our great Creator art,
The everlasting King!
3 For Thou most worthy art our Love,
O brightest Excellence!
Whose Power is beyond a Bound,
Whose Goodness is Immense.
4 One Age unto another still,
Thy Works to sing, proceeds;
And to th' astonish'd World around,
Repeats thy mighty Deeds.
5 Wherefore, dread Lord! I will prepare
Thy Glory to relate;
And in exalted Hymns display
Thy bright Majestick State.
6 That they, who me succeed, may learn
Thy Greatness to express;
And be with Reverence inform'd,
Of thy Almightiness.
8 For all must freely now confess,
They have Thy Favours found;
And where Thy Justice shou'd have reach'd,
Thy Love did most abound.
9 Whose Providence from our Relief,
No other Cares confine;
But still o're all thy Work alike,
Thy tender Mercies shine.
10 With whom in Consort therefore, Lord,
We will our Th
[...]nks proclaim;
And, as it best becomes thy Saints,
Extol thy sacred Name.
Psalm CL.
1 VVIthin his ever-sacred Courts,
Where his bright Honour's known
O let to God your Praises be
In
Hallelujahs shown.
2 Transcendent in his glorious Deeds,
Let Instruments express
Those lofty Joys, which best may Suit
With his Almightiness.
3 Aloud, in stately Levets, let
The Trumpet sound his Praise;
And the soft Strains o'th warbling Lute
Your best Affections raise.
4 Let Violins and Organs both,
His Holiness advance;
O praise him on the high-ton'd Pipes,
O praise him in the Dance.
5 From loud and well-tun'd Cymbals let
Your Solemn Thanks resound;
That your Devotions still may be
With choicest Musick crown'd.
6 Let every Thing with Breath inspir'd,
Their mighty Lord proclaim;
Let Heav'n and Earth in Consort join,
To Praise His Holy Name.