23 Awake, arife; let feeming fleep no longer thee detain;

Nor let us, Lord, who fue to thee, for ever fue in vain.

24 Oh! wherefore hideft thou thy face from our afflicted state,

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Whose fouls and bodies fink to earth
with grief's oppreffive weight.

26 Arife, O Lord, and timely haste
to our deliv'rance make;

Redeem us, Lord;-if not for ours,
yet for thy mercy's fake.

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PSALM XLV.

61

HILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,
indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him

that writes with ready art.

2 How matchlefs is thy form, O King!
thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh bleffings God on thee
eternally beftows.

3 Gird on thy fword, moft mighty Prince;
and clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of pow'r,
majestic pomp difplay.

4 Ride on in ftate, and ftill protect

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the meek, the juft, and true;

Whilft thy right hand, with fwift revenge,

does all thy foes pursue.

How sharp thy weapons are to them

that dare thy pow'r despise!

Down, down they fall, while thro' their heart

the feather'd arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
for ever to endure;

Thy fceptre's fway fhall always laft,
by righteous laws fecure.

7 Because thy heart, by juftice led,
did upright ways approve,
And hated ftill the crooked paths,
where wand'ring finners rove;
Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
the oil of gladnefs fhed;

And has, above thy fellows round,
advanc'd thy lofty head.

8 With caffia, aloes, and myrrh,
thy royal robes abound;

Which, from the ftately wardrobe brought, fpread grateful odours round.

9 Among the honourable train
did princely virgins wait;

The queen was plac'd at thy right hand,
in golden robes of state.
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10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
and to my words attend;
Forget thy native country now,
and ev'ry former friend.

11 So fhall thy beauty charm the King,
nor fhall his love decay;

For he is now become thy Lord;
to him due rev'rence pay.

12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,
fhall humble presents make;
And all the wealthy nations fue
thy favour to partake.

13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer foul
all inward graces fill;

Her raiment is of pureft gold,

adorn'd with costly skill.

14 She in her nuptial garments dress'd,
with needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,
fhall to the King be brought.
15 With all the ftate of folemn joy
the triumph moves along ;
Till, with wide gates, the royal court
receives the pompous throng.

16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room,
muft princely fons expect;

Whom thou to diff'rent realms may'ft fend, to govern and protect;

17 Whilft this my fong to future times

tranfmits thy glorious Name;

And makes the world, with one consent, thy lasting praise proclaim.

GOD is our refuge in diftrefs;

A present help when dangers prefs; in him, undaunted, we'll confide

2,3 Though earth were from her centre toft, And mountains in the ocean loft,

torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord fhall fill,

the royal feat of God moft high: 5 God dwells in Sion, whofe fair tow'rs Shall mock th' affaults of earthly pow'rs, while his Almighty aid is nigh.

6 In tumults when the heathen rag'd, And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

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he thunder'd, and difpers'd their pow'rs: The Lord of Hofts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

our fathers' Guardian-God, and ours. 8 Come, fee the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what defolation brought;

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how he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike fpear and bow; With them their thund'ring chariots too into devouring flames were hurl'd. 10 Submit to God's Almighty fway; For him the heathen shall obey,

and earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: 11 The God of Hofts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms, as to our fathers in distress.

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PSALM XLVII.

All ye people, clap your hands,
and with triumphant voices fing;

No force the mighty pow'r withstands
of God, the univerfal King.

3, 4 He fhall oppofing nations quell,
and with fuccefs our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
the pride of Jacob, his delight.

5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, with fhouts of joy, and trumpets' found,

To him repeated praises fing,

and let the cheerful fong rebound. 7, 8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, for him, who all the world commands, Who fits upon his righteous throne,

and spreads his fway o'er heathen lands. 9 Our chiefs and tribes, that far from hence to ferve the God of Abr'am came, Found him their conftant fure defence: how great and glorious is his Name! PSALM XLVIII.

HE Lord, the only God, is great,
and greatly to be prais'd;

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In Sion, on whofe happy mount

his facred throne is rais'd.

2 Her tow'rs, the joy of all the earth,
with beauteous profpect rife;

On her north fide th' Almighty King's
imperial city lies.

3 God in her palaces is known;

his prefence is her guard :

4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their fiege, and of fuccefs despair'd.

5 They view'd her walls, admir'd, and fled, with grief and terror ftruck;

6 Like women, whom the fudden pangs of travail had o'ertook.

7 No wretched crew of mariners appear like them forlorn,

When fleets from Tarfhish' wealthy coafts by eastern winds are torn.

8 In Sion we have seen perform'd a work that was foretold,

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In pledge that God for times to come,

his city will uphold.

Not in our fortreffes and walls

did we, O God, confide;

But on the temple fix'd our hopes, in which thou doft refide.

10 According to thy fov'reign Name, thy praife through earth extends; Thy pow'rful arm, as juftice guides, chaftifes or defends.

II Let Sion's mount with joy refound;
her daughters all be taught
In fongs his judgments to extol,
who this deliv'rance wrought.

12 Compass her walls in folemn pomp ;
your eyes quite round her caft;
Count all her tow'rs, and fee if there
you find one ftone difplac'd.
13 Her forts and palaces furvey;
obferve their order well;

That, with affurance, to your heirs
his wonders you may tell.

14 This God is ours, and will be ours,
whilft we in him confide;
Who, as he has preferv'd us now,
till death will be our guide.

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PSALM XLIX.

ET all the lift'ning world attend, and my inftruction hear; Let high and low, and rich and with joint confent give ear.

poor,

3 My mouth with facred wifdom fil'd,
fhall good advice impart;

The found refult of prudent thoughts,
digefted in my heart.

4 To parables of weighty fenfe

I will my ear incline;
Whilft to my tuneful harp I fing
dark words of deep defign.

5 Why fhould my courage fail in times
of danger and of doubt,

When finners that would me fupplant,
have compafs'd me about?

6 Those men, that all their hope and truft
in heaps of treasure place,
And boaft in triumph, when they fee
their ill-got wealth increase,

7 Are yet unable from the grave
their dearest friend to free;

Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse
th' Almighty Lord's decree.

8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must quit ; the price is held too high;

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