But ye fhall die like men, and fall
As other princes die.

Rife God, judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth redress,

For thou art he who shalt by right
The nations all poffefs.

Pfalm LXXXIII.

I BE not thou filent now at length,
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit thou not ftill, O God of frength,
We cry, and do not cease.

2 For low thy furious foes now (well, And form outrageoufly,

And they that hate thee proud and fell
Exalt their heads full high.

3 Against thy people they contrive
Their plots and counfels deep,
Them to infnare they chiefly ftrive
Whom thou doft hide and keep.

4 Come let us cut them off, fay they, Till they no nation be,

That Ifrael's name for ever may

Be lost in memory.

3 For they confult with all their might,
And all as one in mind
Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood

Of fioraful Ishmael,

Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,
Text in the defert dwell.

7 Gebal and Ammon there confpire,
And bateful Amalec,

The Philiftines, and they of Tyre,
Whefe bounds the fea doth check.
With them great Afhur alfo bands
And doth confirm the knot :
All these bave lent their armed bands
To aid the fons of Lot.

9 Do to them as to Midian bold,

Tha wafted all the coaft,
To Sifera, and, as is told,
Thou didst to Jabin's Loft,
When at the brook of Kithon old
They were repuls'd and flain,

10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd

As dung upon the plain.

II As Zeb and Oreb evil fped,

So let their princes fpeed,

As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,
So let their princes bleed.

12 For they, amid their pride, have faid, By right now fhall we feize

Ged's houfes, and will now invade
Their ftately palaces.

13 My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find,

Giddy and refiless let them recl

Like ftubble from the wind.

14 As tubes an aged wood takes fire, Which on a fudden firays,

The greedy flames run higher and higher, Till all the mountains blaze.

I How lovely are thy dwellings fair
O Lord of Hofts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,

Where thou doft drvell so near!
2 My foul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to fee,
My heart and flesh aloud doth cry,
O living God, for thee.

3 There ev'n the fparrow freed from wrong
Hath found a house of refl;

The fwallow there, to lay her young
Hath built her brooding neft ;
Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hofts,
They find their fefe abode,

And home they fly from round the coafts
Toro'rd thee, my King, my God.
4 Happy, who in thy houfe refide,
Where thee they ever praife;

5 Happy, who in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways.

6 They pafs'd through Baca's thirfty vale, That dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful wat'ry dale

Where fprings and fhowers abound.

7 They journey on from firength to strength, With joy and gladness cheer,

Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.

8 Lord God of Hofts, hear now my pray'r,

O Jacob's God, give car,

9 Thou God our fhield, look on the face
Of thine anointed dear.

10 For one day in thy courts to be
Is better, and more bieft,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thoufand days at best.

I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a door,

Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,

With fin for evermore.

II For God the Lord both fun and fhield Gives grace and glory bright,

No good from them fhall be with-held

Whose ways are just and right.

12 Lord God of Hofts, that reign'ft on blgh, That man is truly bleft,

Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.

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Pfalm LXXXV.

I Tay land to favour graciously
Thou haft not, Lord, been flack;
Thou haft from bard captivity
Returned Jacob back.

2 Th' iniquity thou doft forgive

That wrought thy people woe, And all their fin, that did thee grieve, Haft hid where none fall know.

3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return

From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd
Far worfe than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us reftore,
Thine indignation caufe to cease

Tow'rd us, and chide no more.

5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus,

Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

6 Wilt thou not turn, and bear our voice
And us again revive,

That fo thy people may rejoice
By thee preferv'd alive.

7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy fhew,

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renerv.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go ftrait and hear;

For to his people he speaks peace,
And to his faints full dear.

To his dear faints he will speak peace,

But let them never more

Return to folly, but farceafe
To trefpafs as before.

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear
Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall e'er long appear

To dwell within our land.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were mifs'd

Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,
And band in band are fet.

II Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and bloffom them,
And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.

12 The Lord will alfo then bestow
Whatever thing is good;

Our land fhall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be our food.

13 Before him Righteoufncfs fhall go
His royal barbinger ;

Then will he come, and not be flow,
His footsteps cannot err.

2 Preferve my foul; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just;
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,
Who fill in thee doth truft.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my foul and voice.

5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all

Art full of mercy; thou alone,

To them that on thee call.
6 Unto my fupplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my inceffant pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously.

7 I in the day of my diftrefs
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,
And answer what I pray'd.

8 Like thee among the gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all fall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wond'rous great By thy ftrong hand are done; Thou in thy everlafling feat

Remainet God alone.

II Teach me, O Lord, thy way moft right, I in thy truth will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So fall it never flide.

12 Thee will I praife, O Lord my God,
Thee bonour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft free'd my foul,
Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free,

From deepef darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rife, And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have fet.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readieft thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art fiil'd

Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
Unto thy fervant give thy strength,
And fave thy handmaid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be afham'd, because thou, Lord,
Doft help and comfort me.

Pfalm LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains bigb Is his foundation faft;

There seated in his fanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord oves more Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be flore,

And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are (poke;

41 mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praife feall in our ar Be faid of Sion laft.

This, and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her fast.

6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll That ne'er fhall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inrol,

That this man there was born.

7 Both they who fing and they who dance, With facred fongs are there,

In thee free brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear.

Pfalm LXXXVIII.

I LORD God thou doft me fave and keep, All day to thee I

cry;

And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r

With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble ftore Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at Death's uncheerful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass Down to the difmal pit ;

I am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to fleep,

And like the flain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep,
Whom thou remembereft no more,
Doft never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's bideous house bath barr'd.
Thou in the lowest pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness bovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no felter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me;

Thou break it upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious;

Me to them odious; for they change,

And I here pent up thus,

9 Through forrow, and afflictions great, Mine eyes grow dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead; Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes

?

II Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave hath bold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty band
Or wond'rous acts be known,

Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion!

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
E'er yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my pray'r doth bie

Each morn, and thee prevent,

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me?

15 That am already bruis'd and shake
With terror fent from thee?
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Aftonished with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow
Thy threat'nings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have lov❜d,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm cxiv.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon
After long toil their liberty had won,
And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhewn,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? and why skipt the moun-
tains?

Why turn'd Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth, and at the prefence be aghaft
Of him that ever was, and ay fhall laft,
That glaffy floods from ruggged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush

Pfalm CXXXVI.

LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord; for he is kind;