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They Aatter with their tongue.
i0 By their own counsels let them fall,

Oppress'd with loads of sin;
For they against thy righteous laws

Have harden'd rebels been.
11 But let all those that trust in thee,

With shouts their joy proclaims
Let them rejoice whom thou presery'st,

And all that love thy Name.
12: To righteous men, the righteous Lord

His blessing will extend;
And with his favour all his saints,
As with a shield, defend.

PSALM VI.
SHY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,

a wretch forlorn ;
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,

Too heavy to be borne.
2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint,

Unable to endure
The anguish of my aching bones,

Which thou alone can'st cure. 3.My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,

And fills my soul with grief;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay

To grant me thy relie!?
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,

And ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,

Vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after death no more can I.

Thy glorious acts proclaim,
No pris'ner of the silent grave

Can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint,

No hope of ease I see ;
The night, that quiets common griefs,

Is spent in tears by me. 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,

My eyes with weakness close ;
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8 Depart, ye wicked ; in my wrongs

Ye shall no more rejoice ;
For God, I find, accepts my tears,

And listens to my voice. 9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble prayer

And they that wish my fall,
Shall blush and rage to see that God
Protects me from them all.

PSALM VII.

'OLOUR Pushed since I have plac'd

My trust alone in thee,
From all my persecutors' rage

Do thou deliver me.
2 To save me from my threat'ning foe,

Lord interpose thy pow'r ;
Lest, like a savage lion, he

My helpless soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er

Against his peace combine;
Nay, if I had not spar'd his life,

Who sought unjustly mine ; 5. Let then to persecuting foes

My soul become a prey ;
Let them to earth tread down my life,

In dust my honour lay.
6. Arise, and let thine anger, Lord,

In my defence engage;
Exalt thyself above my foes,

And their insulting rage:
Awake, awake, in my behalf,

The judgment to dispense,
Which thou hast righteously ordain'd

For injur'd innocence.
7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds

Shall still for justice fly :
Oh! therefore for their sake, resume

Thy judgment-seat on high.
8 Impartial. Judge of all the world,

I trust my cause to thee ;
According to my just deserts,

So let thy sentence be.
» Let wicked arts and wicked men

Together be o'erthrown;

But guard the just, thou God, to whom

The hearts of both are known.
to, 11 God me protects, not only me,

But all of upright heart;
And daily lays up wrath for those

Who from his laws depart.
12 If they persist, he whets his sword,

His bow stands ready bent;
18 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'dy

His pointed shafts are sent ;
14 The plots are fruitless which my foe

Unjustly did conceive;
15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd

His own untimely grave.
16 On his own head his spite returns,

Whilst I from harm am free ;
On him the violence is fall'n,

Which he design'd for me.
17 Therefore will I the righteous ways

Of Providence proclaim ;
I'll sing the praise of God most high,
And celebrate his Name.

PSALM VIII.
THOU, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou !

How glorious is thy Name !
In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung,

Nor fully reckon'd there ;
2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue

Thy boundless praise declare.
Through thee the weak confound the strong,

And crush their haughty foes ;
And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,

That thee and thine oppose.
3. When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high,

Employs my wond'ring sight;
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,

With stars of feebler light;
4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st

To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st

To them so wondrous kind ?
s Ilim next in pow'r thou didst create

To thy celestial train ;

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6 Ordain'd with dignity and state,

O’er all thy works to reign. 7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway;

The beasts that prey or graze ; 8 The bird that wings its airy way;

The fish that cuts the seas.
9 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou !
How glorious is thy Name !

PSALM IX.
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To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

I will my heart prepare ;
To all the list'ning world, thy works,

Thy wondrous works declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul

Exalted pleasures bring;
Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High,

Triumphant praise I sing.
3 Thou inad'st my haughty foes to turn

Their backs in shameful flight:
Struck with thy presence, down they felly

They perish'd at thy sight.
4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,

Thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,

Where truth and justice reign. 5 The insolence of heathen pride

Thou hast reduc'd to shame ;
Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd,,

And blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats

Are to a period come ;
Our city stands, which you design'd

To make our common tomb.
7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has

His righteous throne prepar'd,
Impartial justice to dispense,

To punish or reward.
9 God is a constant sure defence

Against oppressing rage ;
As troubles rise, his needful aids.

In our behalf engage.

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10 All those who have his goodness prov'd

Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man

That on bis help rely'd.
11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord,

From Sion, his abode ;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PART II.
12 When he inquiry makes for blood,

He'll call the poor to mind :
The injur'd humble man's complaint

Relief from him shall find.
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,

Which spiteful foes create,
Thou hast rescu'd me so oft

From death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise,

To all that love thy Name ;
And with loud shouts of grateful joy

Thy saving power proclaim.
15 Deep in the pit, they digg'd for me,

The heathen pride is laid ;
Their guilty feet to their own snare

Are heedlessly betray'd.
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,

The mighty Lord is known ;
While wicked men by their own plots,

Are shamefully o'erthrown.
17 No single sinner shall escape,

By privacy obscur'd :
Nor nation, from his just revenge,

By numbers be secur'd.
.18 His suft'ring saints, when most distress'd,

He ne'er forgets to aid ;
Their expectations shall be crown'd

Though for a time delay'd.
19 Arisc, O Lord, assert thy pow'r,

And let not man o'ercome ;
Descend to judgment, and pronounce

The guilty heathen's doom
20 Strike terror through the nations round,

Till, by consenting fear,
They to each other, and themselves,

But mortal men appear.

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