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NEW VERSION

OF THE

PSALMS OF DAVID,

FITTED TO

THE TUNES USED IN CHURCHES.

BY

N. BRADY, D. D. AND N. TATE, Esq.

OXFORD:

PRINTED AT THE CLARENDON PRESS,

BY SAMUEL COLLINGWOOD AND CO.

PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.

Sold by E. GARDNER, at the Oxford Bible Warehouse, Paternoster Row,

and by G. WHITTAKER, Ave-Maria Lane, London;

By HENRY MOZLEY, Derby; and by Messrs. WILSON, York.

1825.

F OF THE

PSALMS.

PSALM I.

How bleft is he who ne'er consents

by ill advice to walk;

Nor ftands in finners' ways, nor fits where men profanely talk.

2. But makes the perfect law of God

Devoutly reads therein by day,

his business and delight;
and meditates by night.

3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, with timely fruit does bend,

He still shall flourish, and success

4 Ungodly men and their attempts

Untimely blafted and dispers'd

5 Their guilt shall ftrike the wicked dumb No formal hypocrite shall then

6 For God approves the just man's ways, But finners, and the paths they tread,

all his defigns attend.
no lafting root shall find;
like chaff before the wind.

before their Judge's face:
amongst the faints have place.
to happiness they tend;
shall both in ruin end.

PSALM II.

WITH restless and ungovern'd rage

in rash attempts engage, 2 The great in counsel and in might Against the Lord they all unite,

3
"Muft we fubmit to their commands?"
No, let us break their slavish bands,
4 But God, who fits enthron'd on high,
Does their confpiring strength defy,

5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break
And thus will he in thunder speak
6 "Though madly you difpute my will,
"Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill,

7 Attend, O earth, whilft I declare
"Thou art my Son, this day my heir
8 "Aik and receive thy full demands;

"The utmost limits of the lands

why do the heathen storm?
as they can ne'er perform?
their various forces bring;
and his anointed King.

presumptuously they say:
and caft their chains away."
and fees how they combine,
and mocks their vain defign,
on his rebellious foes;
to all that dare oppofe:
the King that I ordain,
fhall there fecurely reign."
God's uncontroll'd decree;
have I begotten thee.
thine shall the heathen be:
thall be possess'd by thee.

9" Thy threat'ning fceptre thou shalt shake, and crush them every where;

As massy bars of iron break
10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear
II Worship the Lord with holy fear;

12 Appease the Son with due respect,
Left he revenge the bold neglect,
13 If but in part his anger rife,
Then blest are they whose hope relies

the potter's brittle ware."
ye judges of the earth;
rejoice with awful mirth.

your timely homage pay;
incens'd by your delay.
who can endure the flame?
on his moft holy Name.

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How num'rous, Lord, of late are grown the troublers of my peace!
And, as numbers hourly rife,

2 Insulting they my foul upbraid,
The God in whom he trusts, say they,
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
4 Since whenfoe'er in like distress
He heard me from his holy hill,

so does their rage increase.
and him whom I adore;
shall refcue him no more.

on thee my hopes rely;
lift up my head on high.
to God 1 made my pray'r,
why should I now despair,

5 Guarded by him, I laid me down
For I through him fecurely fleep,
6 No force nor fury of my foes
Were they as many hosts as men
7 Arife and fave me, O my God,
And scatter'd oft these foes to me,
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His blessing he extends to all

my fweet repose to take;
through him in safety wake.
my courage shall confound.
that have befet me round.

who oft haft own'd my cause,
and to thy righteous laws.
he only can defend;
that on his pow'r depend.

PSALM IV.

Lord, that art my righteous Judge,
Thou ftill redeem'it me from diftress;

How long will ye, O fons of men,
How long your vain designs pursue,
3 Confider, that the righteous man
And when to him I make my pray'r,
4 Then stand in awe of his commands,
Commune in private with your hearts,
5 The place of other facrifice
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
6 While worldly minds impatient grow
Still let the glories of thy face

7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, No other guard, O Lord, I crave,

to my complaint give ear: have mercy, Lord, and hear. to blot my fame devife? and spread malicious lies? is God's peculiar choice; he always hears my voice. flee ev'ry thing that's ill; and bend them to his will. let righteousness supply; on God alone rely. more profp'rous times to fee, shine brightly, Lord, on me. more lafting and more true, fuccessively renew. and take my needfulreft; of thy defence posseit.

PSALM V.

accept my lecret pray'r;
and with the dawning day
to thee devoutly pray.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
To thee alone, my King, my God, for help repair.
3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
To thee devoutly I'll look up,

4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Who from thy facred dwelling-place
5 Not long shall ftubborn fools remain
All such as act unrighteous things

6 The fland'ring tongue, O God of truth,
Who hat'it alike the man in blood
7 But when thy boundless grace thall me
On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,

8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws,
Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way
9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit,
Their throat is a devouring grave,

10 By their own counsels let them fall, For they against thy righteous laws II But let all those who trust in thee Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st, 12 To righteous men the righteous Lord And with his favour all his faints,

canft never, Lord, approve; all evil doft remove. unpunish'd in thy view; thy vengeance shall purfue. by thee shall be destroy'd, and in deceit employ'd. to thy lov'd courts reftore, and humbly there adore. for watchful is my foe; wherein I ought to go. their heart is fet on wrong; they flatter with their tongue. oppress'd with loads of fin; have harden'd rebels been. with shouts their joy proclaim; and all that love thy Name. his blessing will extend, as with a shield, defend.

PSALM VI.

HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,

2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint,
The anguith of my aching bones,

3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's fake
5 For after death no more can I
No pris'ner of the filent grave

and spare. a wretch forlorn;
too heavy to be borne.
unable to endure
which thou alone canft cure.
and fills my foul with grief;
to grant me thy relief?
and ease my troubled foul;
vouchsafe to make me whole.

thy glorious acts proclaim;*.
can magnify thy Naine.

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