The proudest hills like wax did melt in presence of th' Almighty Lord. 6 The heavens, his righteousness to show, with storms of fire our foes pursu❜d, And all the trembling world below have his descending glory view'd. 7 Confounded be their impious host, who make the gods to whom they pray; All who of pageant idols boast:

to him, ye gods, your worship pay. 8 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard,

and Judah's daughters were o'erjoy'd; Because thy righteous judgments, Lord, have pagan pride and power destroy'd. 9 For thou, O God, art seated high

above earth's potentates enthron'd; Thou, Lord, unrivall'd in the sky, supreme by all the gods art own'd. 10 Ye who to serve this Lord aspire,

abhor what's ill, and truth esteem; He'll keep his servants' souls entire,

and them from wicked hands redeem. 11 For seeds are sown of glorious light. a future harvest for the just; And gladness for the heart that's right, to recompense its pious trust. 12 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord; memorials of his holiness

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Deep in your faithful breasts record,
and with your thankful tongues confess..

PSALM XCVIII,

ING to the Lord a new-made song,
who wondrous things has done;

With his right hand and holy arm

the conquest he has won.

2 The Lord has through the astonish'd world display'd his saving might,

And made his righteous acts appear
in all the heathen's sight.

3 Of Israel's house his love and truth
have ever mindful been;

Wide earth's remotest parts the power
of Israel's God have seen.

4 Let therefore earth's inhabitants
their cheerful voices raise;

And all, with universal joy,
resound their Maker's praise.

5 With harp and hymn's soft melody,
into the concert bring

6 The trumpet and shrill cornet's sound, before th' Almighty King.

7 Let the loud ocean roar her joy,
with all the seas contain;
The earth, and her inhabitants,
join concert with the main.

8 With joy let riv'lets swell to streams,
to spreading torrents they;
And echoing vales from hill to hill
redoubled shouts convey;

9 To welcome down the world's great Judge, who does with justice come,

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And with impartial equity,
both to reward and doom.

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PSALM XCIX.

EHOVAH reigns; let therefore all
the guilty nations quake:

On Cherubs' wings he sits enthron'd;
let earth's foundations shake.

2 On Sion's hill he keeps his court,
his palace makes her towers;
Yet thence his sovereignty extends
supreme o'er earthly powers.

3 Let therefore all with praise address
his great and dreadful name;
And, with his unresisted might,
his holiness proclaim.

4 For truth and justice, in his reign,
of strength and power take place;
His judgments are with righteousness
dispens'd to Jacob's race.

5 Therefore exalt the Lord our God;
before his footstool fall;

And, with his unresisted might, his holiness extol.

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6 Moses and Aaron thus of old
among his priests ador'd;
Among his prophets Samuel thus
his sacred name implor'd.
Distress'd, upon the Lord they call'd,
who ne'er their suit deny'd;

But, as with rev'rence they implor'd.
he graciously reply'd.

7 For with their camp, to guide their march, the cloudy pillar mov'd;

They kept his law, and to his will
obedient servants prov'd.

6 He answer'd them, forgiving oft
his people for their sake;
And those who rashly them oppos'd
did sad examples make.

9. With worship at his sacred courts
exalt our God and Lord;

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For he, who only holy is,
alone should be ador'd.

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PSALM C.

VITH one consent, let all the earth to God their cheerful voices raise; Glad homage pay, with awful mirth, and sing before him songs of praise: 3 Convinc'd that he is God alone,

from whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chooses for his own,

the flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 4 O enter then his temple gate,

thence to his courts devoutly press; And still your grateful hymns repeat, and still his name with praises bless. 5 For he's the Lord supremely good, his mercy is for ever sure;

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His truth, which always firmly stood, to endless ages shall endure.

PSALM CI.

F mercy's never-failing spring,

And steadfast judgment, I will sing; And since they both to thee belong, To thee, O Lord, address my song. 2 When, Lord, thou shalt with me reside, Wise discipline my reign shall guide; With blameless life myself I'll make A pattern for my court to take. 3 No ill design will I pursue,

Nor those my fav'rites make that do:
4 Who to reproof has no regard,
Him will I totally discard.

5 The private slanderer shall be
In public justice doom'd by me :
From haughty looks I'll turn aside,
And mortify the heart of pride.
6 But honesty, call'd from her cell,
In splendour at my court shall dwell :
Who virtue's practice make their care,
Shall have the first preferments there.
7 No politics shall recommend
His country's foe to be my friend:
None e'er shall to my favour rise,
By flatt'ring or malicious lies.
8 All those who wicked courses take,
An early sacrifice I'll make;
Cut off, destroy, till none remain
God's holy city to profane.

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PSALM CII.

HEN I pour out my soul in prayer,
do thou, O Lord, attend;

To thy eternal throne of grace
let my sad cry ascend.

2 O hide not thou thy glorious face
*in times of deep distress;

Incline thine ear, and when I call,
my sorrows soon redress.

3 Each cloudy portion of my life,
like scatter'd smoke expires;
My shrivell'd bones are like a hearth
parch'd with continual fires.

4 My heart, like grass that feels the blast of some infectious wind,

Does languish so with grief, that scarce my needful food I mind.

5 By reason of my sad estate.

I spend my breath in groans; My flesh is worn away, my skin scarce hides my starting bones.

6 I'm like a pelican become,

that does in deserts mourn;
Or like an owl that sits all day
on barren trees forlorn.

7 In watchings, or in restless dreams,
the night by me is spent,
As by those solitary birds,

that lonesome roofs frequent.

8 All day by railing foes I'm made the subject of their scorn;

Who all, possess'd with furious rage,
have my destruction sworn.

9 When grov'ling on the ground I lie,
⚫ oppress'd with grief and fears,
My bread is strew'd with ashes o'er,
my drink is mix'd with tears.

10 Because on me with double weigh
thy heavy wrath doth lie;

For thou, to make my fall more great,
didst lift me up on high.

11 My days, just hast'ning to their end,
are like an evening shade;

My beauty does like wither'd grass,
with waning lustre fade.

12 But thy eternal state, O Lord,

no length of time shall waste; The mem'ry of thy wondrous works from age to age shall last.

13 Thou shalt arise, and Sion view with an unclouded face;

For now her time is come, thy own appointed day of grace.

14 Her scatter'd ruins by thy saints with pity are survey'd;

They grieve to see her lofty spires
in dust and rubbish laid.

15, 16 The name and glory of the Lord
all heathen kings shall fear;
When he shall Sion build again,
and in full state appear.

17, 18 When he regards the poor's request,
nor slights their earnest prayer;
Our sons, for their recorded grace,
shall his just praise declare.

19 For God, from his abode on high,
his gracious beams display'd;
The Lord, from heaven, his lofty throne,
hath all the earth survey'd.

20 He listen'd to the captives' moans,
he heard their mournful cry,
And freed, by his resistless power,
the wretches doom'd to die.
21 That they in Sion, where he dwells,
might celebrate his fame,

And through the holy city sing
loud praises to his name:

22 When all the tribes assembling there, their solemn vows address,

And neighb'ring lands, with glad consent, the Lord their God confess.

23. But e'er my race is run, my strength
through his fierce wrath decays;
He has, when all my wishes bloom'd,
cut short my hopeful days.

24 Lord, end not thou my life, said I,
when half is scarcely past;

Thy years, from worldly changes free, to endless ages last.

25 The strong foundations of the earth of old by thee were laid;

Thy hands the beauteous arch of heaven with wondrous skill have made.

26, 27 Whilst thou for ever shalt endure,

they soon shall pass away;

And, like a garment often worn,

shall tarnish and decay.

Like that, when thou ordain'st their change,

to thy command they bend;

But thou continu'st still the same,

nor have thy years an end.

28 Thou to the children of thy saints shall lasting quiet give;