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PSALMS OF DAVID,
by ill advice to walk,
where men profanely talk;
his business and delight;
and meditates by night.
with timely fruit does bend,
all his designs attend.
no lasting root shall find;
like chaff before the wind.
before their Judge's face:
the saints have place.
to happiness they tend :
why do the heathen storm?
as they can ne'er perform ?
their various forces bring ;
and his anointed King:
presumptuously they say:
" and cast their chains away."
and sees how they combine,
and mocks their vain design.
And thus will he in thunder speak
to all that dare oppose: 6 “ Though madly you dispute my will,
“the King that I ordain, 6 Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill,
“shall there securely reign." 7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare
God's uncontroll'd decree: “ Thou art my Son; this day, my heir,
“ have I begotten thee. 8 * Ask, and receive thy full demands;
“thine shall the heathen be; “ The utmost limits of the lands
“ shall be possess’d by thee. 9 “ Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake,
“and crush them every where; “ As massy bars of iron break
“the potter's brittle ware." 10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear,
ye judges of the earth; 11 Worship the Lord with holy fear;
rejoice with awful mirth. 12 Appease the Son with due respect,
your timely homage pay: Lest he revenge the bold neglect,
incens'd by your delay. 13 If but in part his anger rise,
who can endure the flame ? Then blest are they, whose hope relies on his most holy name.
PSALM III. 1 TOW many, Lord, of late are grown
the troublers of my peace! And as their numbers hourly rise, so does their
rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my soul upbraid, ,
and him whom I adore « The God in whom he trusts,” say they,
66 shall rescue him no more." 3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence;
on thee my hopes rely; Thou art my glory, and shall yet
lift up my head on high. 4 Since whensoe'er, in like distress,
to God I made my prayer, He heard me from his holy hill;
why should I now despair? 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down,
my sweet repose to take; For I through him securely sleep,
through him in safety wake.
6 No force nor fury of my foes
my courage shall confound,
that have beset me round.
who oft hast own'd my cause,
and to thy righteous laws.
he only can defend :
to my complaint
have mercy, Lord, and bear.
to blot my fame devise?
and spread malicious lies?
is God's peculiar choice;
he always hears my voice.
flee every thing that's ill,
and bend them to his will.
let righteousness supply;
on God alone rely.
more prosp'rous times to see;
shine brightly, Lord, on me.
more lasting and more true
and take my needful rest;
accept my secret prayer;
3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
and with the dawning day To thee devoutly I'll look up,
to thee devoutly pray. 4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
can'st never, Lord, approve, Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
all evil dost remove. 5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain
unpunish'd in thy view; All such as act unrighteous things
thy vengeance shall pursue. 6 The slandering tongue, O God of truth,
by thee shall be destroyed, Who hat'st alike the man in blood
and in deceit employ'd. But when thy boundless grace shall me
to thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
and humbly thee adore. 8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws,
for watchful is my foe; Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way
wherein I ought to go. 9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit;
their heart is set on wrong; Their throat is a devouring grave;
they flatter with their tongue. 10 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 who trust in thee,
with shouts their joy proclaim; Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'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. 1 WHY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
and spare 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 relief? 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'ners of the silent grave
can magnify thy name. 6 Quite tird with pain, with groaning faint, no hope of ease I
see e; The night, that quiets common griefs,
is spent in tears by me. 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows diin,
my eyes with weakness close; Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think
on my insulting foes. 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,
my trust , From all my persecutors’ rage
do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning foe,
Lord, interpose thy power; 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 spard 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 injured innocence.