10 Where savages had rang'd before,

At ease thou mad'st our tribes reside;
And in the desert for the poor
Thy gen'rous bounty didst provide.
The Second Part.

11 Thou gav'st the word, we sallied forth, And in that pow'rful word o'ercame; While virgin troops, with songs of mirth,

In state our conquest did proclaim. 12 Vast armies, by such gen'rals led,

As yet had ne'er receiv'd a foil, Forsook their camp with sudden dread, And to our women left the spoil. 13 Tho' Egypt's drudges you have been, Your army's wings shall shine as bright

As doves, in golden sunshine seen, Or silver'd o'er with paler light. 14 'Twas so, when God's Almighty hand O'er scatter'd kings the conquest won; Our troops, drawn up on Jordan's strand, [shone.

High Salmon's glitt'ring snow out15 From thence to Jordan's farther

coast,

And Bashan's hill we did advance; No more her height shall Bashan boast,

But that she's God's inheritance. 16 But wherefore (though the honour's great)

Should this, O mountains, swell your
pride ?

For Sion is his chosen seat,
Where he for ever will reside.

17 His chariots numberless, his pow'rs
Are heav'nly hosts that wait his will;
His presence now fills Sion's tow'rs,
As once it honour'd Sinai's hill.

18 Ascending high, in triumph thou
Captivity hast captive led,
And on thy people didst bestow
The spoil of armies, once their dread.
E'en rebels shall partake thy grace,
And humble proselytes repair
To worship at thy dwelling-place,
And all the world pay homage there.
19 For benefits each day bestow'd,

Be daily his great Name ador'd; 20 Who is our Saviour and our God,

Of life and death the sov'reign Lord. 21 But justice for his harden'd foes

Proportion'd vengeance hath decreed, To wound the hoary head of those Who in presumptuous crimes pro

ceed.

22 The Lord hath thus in thunder spoke: As I subdu'd proud Bashan's king, Once more I'll break my people's yoke, And from the deep my servants bring. 23 Their feet shall with a crimson flood Of slaughter'd foes be cover'd o'er ; Nor earth receive such impious blood, But leave for dogs th' unhallow'd gore.

26 This was the burden of their song: In full assemblies bless the Lord; All, who to Israel's tribes belong, The God of Israel's praise record. 27 Nor little Benjamin alone

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From neighb'ring bounds did there
attend,

Nor only Judah's nearer throne
Her counsellors in state did send ;
But Zebulon's remoter seat,

And Naphtali's more distant coast,
(The grand procession to complete,)
Sent up their tribes, a princely host.
Thus God to strength and union
brought

Our tribes, at strife till that blest hour;

This work which thou, O God, hast wrought,

Confirm with fresh recruits of pow'r. 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend,

And Sion thy terrestrial throne; Where kings with presents shall attend,

And thee with offer'd crowns atone. 30 Break down the spearmen's ranks, who threat

Like pamper'd herds of savage might; Their silver-armour'd chiefs defeat, Who in destructive war delight.

31 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth Her hands, and Afric homage bring; 32 The scatter'd kingdoms of the earth

Their common Sovreign's praises sing:

33 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere Of ancient heav'n, sublimely rides ; From whence his dreadful voice we hear,

Like that of warring winds and tides. 34 Ascribe ye pow'r to God most high, Of humble Israel he takes care; Whose strength from out the dusky sky Darts shining terrors through the air. How dreadful are the sacred courts, Where God has fix'd his earthly throne !

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His strength his feeble saints supports; To God give praise, and him alone. PSALM LXIX.

SAVE me, O God, from waves that roll,

And press to overwhelm my soul: 2 With painful steps in mire I tread, And deluges o'erflow my head.

5 Thus wretched though I am and poor, The mighty Lord of me takes care; Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my relief with speed repair.

IN

PSALM LXXI.

TN thee I put my steadfast trust,
Defend me, Lord, from shame;
2 Incline thine ear, and save my soul,
For righteous is thy Name.

3 Be thou my strong abiding place,
To which I may resort;

'Tis thy decree that keeps me safe;
Thou art my rock and fort.
4, 5 From cruel and ungodly men
Protect and set me free;

For, from my earliest youth till now,
My hope has been in thee.

6 Thy constant care did safely guard
My tender infant days;

Thou took'st me from my mother's womb

To sing thy constant praise.

7,8 While some on me with wonder gaze,

Thy hand supports me still;

Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise
My mouth shall always fill.

9 Reject not then thy servant, Lord,
When I with age decay,

Forsake me not when, worn with years,
My vigour fades away.

10 My foes against my fame and me
With crafty malice speak;

Against my soul they lay their snares,
And mutual counsel take.

11 His God, say they, forsakes him now, On whom he did rely;

Pursue and take him, whilst no hope
Of timely aid is nigh.

12 But thou, my God, withdraw not far, For speedy help I call;

13 To shame and ruin bring my foes,
That seek to work my fall.

14 But as for me, my steadfast hope
Shall on thy pow'r depend,
And I in grateful songs of praise
My time to come will spend.
The Second Part.

15 Thy righteous acts and saving health My mouth shall still declare; Unable yet to count them all,

Though summ'd with utmost care. 16 While God vouchsafes me his support, I'll in his strength go on;

All other righteousness disclaim,
And mention his alone.

17 Thou, Lord, hast taught me from my youth

To praise thy glorious Name;
And ever since thy wondrous works
Have been my constant theme.

18 Then now forsake me not when I
Am grey and feeble grown,
Till I to these, and future times,
Thy strength and pow'r have shown.

19 How high thy justice soars, O God! How great and wondrous are

The mighty works which thou hast done!

Who may with thee compare?

20 Me, whom thy hand has sorely press'd,
Thy grace shall yet relieve,
And from the lowest depth of woe
With tender care retrieve.

21 Thro' thee, my time to come shall be
With pow'r and greatness crown'd;
And me, who dismal years have pass'd,
Thy comforts shall surround.

22 Then I with psaltery and harp
Thy truth, O Lord, will praise;
To thee, the God of Jacob's race,
My voice in anthems raise.

23 Then joy shall fill my mouth, and songs Employ my cheerful voice;

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My grateful soul, by thee redeem'd,
Shall in thy strength rejoice.

My tongue thy just and righteous acts
Shall all the day proclaim;

Because thou didst confound my foes, And brought'st them all to shame.

PSALM LXXII.

ORD, let thy just decrees the king
In all his ways direct;

And let his son, throughout his reign,
Thy righteous laws respect.

2 So shall he still thy people judge
With pure and upright mind,
Whilst all the helpless poor shall him
Their just protector find.

3 Then hills and mountains shall bring forth

The happy fruits of peace,

Which all the land shall own to be
The work of righteousness;

4 Whilst he the poor and needy race
Shall rule with gentle sway,

And from their humble necks shall take

Oppressive yokes away.

5 In evry heart thy awful fear
Shall then be rooted fast,

As long as sun and moon endure,
Or time itself shall last.

6 He shall descend like rain that cheers The meadows' second birth,

Or like warm show'rs, whose gentle drops

Refresh the thirsty earth.

7 In his blest days the just and good
Shall be with favour crown'd;
The happy land shall every where
With endless peace abound.

8 His uncontroll'd dominion shall
From sea to sea extend,

Begin at proud Euphrates' streams,
At nature's limits end.

9 To him the savage nations round
Shall bow their servile heads;
His vanquish'd foes shall lick the dust,
Where he his conquest spreads.

10 The kings of Tarshish and the isles
Shall costly presents bring;
From spicy Sheba gifts shall come,
And wealthy Seba's king.

11 To him shall ev'ry king on earth
His humble homage pay,
And diff'ring nations gladly join
To own his righteous sway.
12 For he shall set the needy free,

When they for succour cry,
Shall save the helpless and the poor,
And all their wants supply.

The Second Part.

13 His providence for needy souls
Shall due supplies prepare;
And over their defenceless lives
Shall watch with tender care.

14 He shall preserve and keep their souls From fraud and rapine free,

And in his sight their guiltless blood
Of mighty price shall be.

15 Therefore shall God his life and reign To many years extend,

Whilst eastern princes tribute pay,
And golden presents send.

For him shall constant pray'rs be
made

Through all his prosp'rous days;
His just dominion shall afford
A lasting theme of praise.

16 of useful grain, through all the land, Great plenty shall appear;

A handful sown on mountain tops
A mighty crop shall bear.

Its fruit, like cedars shook by winds,
A rattling noise shall yield;
The city too shall thrive, and vie
For plenty with the field.

17 The mem'ry of his glorious Name
Through endless years shall run;

His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.

In him the nations of the world
Shall be completely bless'd,
And his unbounded happiness
By ev'ry tongue confess'd.

18 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
The God whom Israel fears;
Who only wondrous in his works
Beyond compare appears.

19 Let earth be with his glory fill'd,
And ever bless his Name;

Whilst to his praise the list'ning world
Their glad assent proclaim.

PSALM LXXIII.

4, 5 They to the grave in peace descend, And whilst they live are hale and

strong;

No plague or troubles them offend,
Which oft to other men belong.

6,7 With pride, as with a chain, they're held,

And rapine seems their robe of state; Their eyes stand out, with fatness swell'd;

They grow beyond their wishes great. 8, 9 With hearts corrupt, and lofty talk, Oppressive methods they defend; Their tongue thro' all the earth does walk,

Their blasphemies to Heav'n ascend. 10 And yet admiring crowds are found, Who servile visits duly make, Because with plenty they abound, Of which their flatt'ring slaves partake.

11 Their fond opinions these pursue, Till they with them profanely cry, How should the Lord our actions view,

Can he perceive who dwells so high? 12 Behold the wicked! these are they Who openly their sins profess; And yet their wealth's increas'd each day,

And all their actions meet success.

13, 14 Then have I cleans'd my heart,

said I,

And wash'd my hands from guilt in vain,

If all the day oppress'd I lie,

And ev'ry morning suffer pain.

15 Thus did I once to speak intend;
But, if such things I rashly say,
Thy children, Lord, I must offend,
And basely should their cause betray.
The Second Part.

16, 17 To fathom this my thoughts I bent,
But found the case too hard for me;
Till to the house of God I went,
Then I their end did plainly see.
18 How high soe'er advanc'd, they all
On slipp'ry places loosely stand;
Thence into ruin headlong fall,
Cast down by thy avenging hand.
19, 20 How dreadful and how quick their
fate!

Despis'd by thee when they're destroy'd ;

As waking men with scorn do treat The fancies that their dreams employ'd.

That God will to his saints be kind; That all whose hearts are pure and clean

Shall his protecting favour find.

2, 3 Till this sustaining truth I knew, My stagg'ring feet had almost fail'd; I griev'd the sinner's wealth to view, And envied when the fools prevail'd.

prest, [pains; My reins were rack'd with restless So stupid was I, like a beast,

Who no reflecting thought retains. 23, 24 Yet still thy presence me supplied, And thy right hand assistance gave: Thou first shalt with thy counsel guide, And then to glory me receive.

Have I, whose favour I require ? Throughout the spacious earth there's

none

That I besides thee can desire.

26 My trembling flesh and aching heart May often fail to succour me; But God shall inward strength impart,

And my eternal portion be.

27 For they that far from thee remove,
Shall into sudden ruin fall;
If after other gods they rove,
Thy vengeance shall destroy them all.
28 But as for me, 'tis good and just

That I should still to God repair;
In him I always put my trust,
And will his wondrous works declare.

WHY

PSALM LXXIV.

THY hast thou cast us off, O God?
Wilt thou no more return?

O why against thy chosen flock
Does thy fierce anger burn?

2 Think on thy ancient purchase, Lord, The land that is thy own;

By thee redeem'd, and Sion's mount,
Where once thy glory shone.

30 come, and view our ruin'd state!
How long our troubles last!
See how the foe, with wicked rage,
Has laid thy temple waste!

4 Thy foes blaspheme thy Name, where late

Thy zealous servants pray'd;

The heathen there, with haughty

pomp,

Their banners have display'd.

5, 6 Those curious carvings, which did

In our defence hast fought;

For us, throughout the wond'ring world,

Hast great salvation wrought.

13 'Twas thou, O God, that didst the sea By thy own strength divide; Thou brak'st the wat'ry monsters' heads,

The waves o'erwhelm'd their pride. 14 The greatest, fiercest of them all, That seem'd the deep to sway,

Was by thy pow'r destroy'd, and made
To savage beasts a prey.

15 Thou clav'st the solid rock, and mad'st The waters largely flow;

Again thou mad'st through parted streams

Thy wond'ring people go.

16 Thine is the cheerful day, and thine
The black return of night;

Thou hast prepar'd the glorious sun,
And ev'ry feebler light.

17 By thee the borders of the earth
In perfect order stand;

The summer's warmth, and winter's cold,

Attend on thy command.

The Third Part.

18 Remember, Lord, how scornful foes
Have daily urg'd our shame;
And how the foolish people have
Blasphem'd thy holy Name.

19 0 free thy mourning turtle-dove,
By sinful crowds beset;
Nor the assembly of thy poor
For evermore forget.

20 Thy ancient cov'nant, Lord, regard,
And make thy promise good;
For now each corner of the land
Is fill'd with men of blood.

21 O let not the oppress'd return
With sorrow cloth'd and shame;
But let the helpless and the poor
For ever praise thy Name.

22 Arise, O God, in our behalf,

Thy cause and ours maintain; Remember how insulting fools Each day thy Name profane! 23 Make thou the boastings of thy foes For evermore to cease; Whose insolence, if unchastis'd, Will more and more increase.