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9 He dreadful signs and wonders show'd, through stubborn Egypt's coasts; Nor Pharaoh could his plagues escape, nor all his num'rous hosts.

10, 11 'Twas he that various nations smote, and mighty kings suppress'd; Sihon and Og, and all besides,

who Canaan's land possess'd.

12, 13 Their land upon his chosen race he firmly did entail;

For which his fame shall always last, his praise shall never fail.

14 For God shall soon his people's cause with pitying eyes survey;

Repent him of his wrath, and turn his kindled rage away.

15 Those idols whose false worship spreads o'er all the heathen lands,

Are made of silver and of gold,

the work of human hands.

16, 17 They move not their fictitious tongues nor see with polish'd eyes;

Their counterfeited ears are deaf, no breath their mouth supplies.

18. As senseless as themselves are they that all their skill apply

To make them, or in dang'rous times. on them for aid rely.

19 Their just returns of thanks to God let grateful Israel pay;

Nor let the priests of Aaron's race to bless the Lord delay.

20 Their sense of his unbounded love let Levi's house express;

And let all those who fear the Lord, his name for ever bless.

21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works in Sion's courts proclaim;

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Let them in Salem, where he dwells, exalt his holy name.

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2, 3 To him, whose wondrous power
all other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
this grateful homage pay :
For God, &c.

4, 5 By his Almighty hand
amazing works are wrought;
The heavens by his command
were to perfection brought:
For God, &c.

6 He spread the ocean round about the spacious land; And made the rising ground above the waters stand: For God, &c.

7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display
his num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,

the moon and stars by night:
For God, &c.

10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead of Egypt's stubborn land;

And thence his people led

with his resistless hand:
For God, &c.

13, 14 By him the raging sea,
as if in pieces rent,
Disclos'd a middle way,

through which his people went:
For God, &c.

15 Where soon he overthrew

proud Pharaoh and his host,

Who, daring to pursue,

were in the billows lost:

For God, &c.

16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild
he led the chosen seed;
And famous princes foil'd,

and made great monarchs bleed:
For God, &c.

19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand
great Ammon's sceptre sway'd;
And Og, whose stern command
rich Bashan's land obey'd:
For God, &c.

21, 22 And, of his wondrous grace,
their lands whom he destroy'd,

He gave to Israel's race,

to be by them enjoy'd:

For God, &c.

23, 24 He, in our depth of woes,

on us with favour thought,

And from our cruel foes

in peace and safety brought:
For God, &c.

25, 26 He does the food supply,
on which all creatures live:
To God, who reigns on high,
eternal praises give:
For God will prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

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PSALM CXXXVII.

HEN we, our weary limbs to rest, sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest, and Sion was our mournful theme. 2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung

on willow trees that wither'd there. 3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd to triumph in our slavish wrongs, Music and mirth of us requir'd,

"Come, sing us one of Sion's songs.' 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing,

or touch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, be sung by slaves in foreign lands? 5 O Salem, our once happy seat! when I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget the speaking strings with art to move!

6 If I to mention thee forbear,

eternal silence seize my tongue; Or if I sing one cheerful air,

till thy deliv'rance is my song.

7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race, in thy own city's fatal day,

Cry'd out, "Her stately walls deface, "and with the ground quite level lay." 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be of grief and woe the wretched prey; Bless'd is the man who shall to thee the wrongs thou laid'st on us repay. 9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage possest, and deaf to all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, and dash their heads against the stones.

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PSALM CXXXVIII.

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WITH whole heart, my God and King,

thy praise I will proclaim;

Before the gods with joy I'll sing, and bless thy holy name. 2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat, and, with thy love inspir'd, The praises of thy truth repeat, o'er all thy works admir'd.

3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, when I to thee did cry;

And, when my soul was press'd with fear, didst inward strength supply.

4 Therefore shall every earthly prince
thy name with praise pursue,
Whom these admir'd events convince
that all thy works are true.

5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,
with cheerful songs shall bless;
And all thy glorious acts record,
thy awful power confess..

6 For God, although enthron'd on high,
does thence the poor respect;

The proud far off his scornful eye
beholds with just neglect.

7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd,
he shall my foes disarm,

Relieve my soul when most distress'd,
and keep me safe from harm.

8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
shall fix my happy state;

And, mindful of his favours past,
shall his own work complete.

PSALM CXXXIX.

1,2NHOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;

4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent.
5 Surrounded by thy power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
6 O skill for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

7 O could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting thee,

Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?

8 If up to heaven I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st, enthron'd in light;
If down to hell's infernal plains,
'Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns.

9 If I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, 10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive.

11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
12 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day.

13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart,
My reins, and every vital part;

Each single thread in nature's loom,
By thee was cover'd in the womb.
14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came,
A work of such a curious frame;

The wonders thou in me hast shown,
My soul with grateful joy must own.
15 Thine eyes my substance did survey,
Whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay,
In secret how exactly wrought,
Ere from its dark enclosure brought.
16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,
Its parts were register'd by thee;
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.
17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.
18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er

The sands upon the ocean's shore; Each morn revising what I've done, I find th' account but new begun. 19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God: Depart from me, ye men of blood, 20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty profane, And take th' Almighty's name in vain. 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, Who thee with enmity pursue? And does not grief my heart oppress, When reprobates thy laws transgress?

22 Who practise enmity to thee

Shall utmost hatred have from me;
Such men I utterly detest,

As if they were my foes profest.

23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,

If mischief lurk in any part;

Correct me where I go astray,

And guide me in thy perfect way.

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