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Up to the heavens, I raise my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform ;
He sends his angel from the sky,

And saves me from the threat'ning storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell. 4 My heart is fix'd, my song shall raise

Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,

My tongue, the glory of my frame.
$ High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,

And reaches to the utinost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds diffolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

WATTS.

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Psalm LVIII. Six Line Long Metre. [1]

The Defruction of Tyrants and Opprefors.
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HALL tyrants rule by impious laws ?
Shall they despise the righteous cause,

When innocence before them stands?
Dare they condemn the helpless poor,
And let oppreffors rest fecure,

Whilst gold and greatness bribe their hands.
Do they forget th' almighty name,
That God o'er all is Judge supreme?

High in the heavens his justice reigns ;

Yet they invade the rights of God,
And send their bold decrees abroad,

To bind the free born soul in chains,
3 A poison’d arrow is their tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong!

And death attends where'er it wounds;
They hear no counsels, cries nor tears ;
So the deaf adder stops her ears

Against the melody of founds.
A Break thou their teeth, Almighty God,
The teeth of lions drench'd in blood,
And crush those ferpents in the dust

t; Thy voice fhall thunder from the sky, Their crowns shall fall, their titles die,

Their grandeur and their power be lost, 5

Thus shall thy justice, mighty Lord,
Freedom and peace to men afford,

And nations fhall unite and say,
"Sure there's a God, that rules on high,
Who hears th' oppressed when they cry,
And all their sufferings will repay.”

WATTS, altered.

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Plalm LIX. Short Metre.

For Deliverance from the Savages.
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Before thy throne afcend;
Behold us with compassion's cye,

And still our lives defend.
2 For focs a num'rous band

Against our lives conspire;
They aim deitruction thro’the land,

And spread the raging fire.

Beneath the Glent fade

Their secret plots they lay,.
Our peaceful towns by night invade,

And waste the fields by day. 4 And will the God of grace,

Regardless of our pain, Permit fecure that bloody race

To riot o'er the flain ? 5

In yain their secret guile
Or open force they prove,
Thịne eye can pierce the deepest veil,

Thy hand their force remove. 6 Deliver us from death,

Send our invaders home;
Or drive them with thy powerful breath

Thro distant wilds to roam. 7 Then shall our grateful voice

Proclaim our guardian God; In thy falvation we'll rejoice, And found thy praise abroad.

BARLOW, altered.

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Psalm Lx. Common Metre.

Humiliation for Disappointment in War.
ORD, halt thou cast the nation off?

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Wilt thou consume us in thy wrath?
Shall

mercy ne'er return?.
? The terror of one frown of thine

Melts all our strength away:
Like men subdu'd by power of wines

We tremble in dismay.

3 Our country shakes beneath thy stroke,

And dreads thy lifted hand;
O hear the people thou hast broke,

And save the sinking land.
4 Lift up thy banner in the field,

For those who fear thy name; Defend thy people with thy shield,

And put our foes to shame.
5 Go with our armies to the fight,

And be their guardian God;
In vain confederate powers unite

Against thy lifted rod.
6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown

By thine affitting hand;
For God shall tread the mighty down,
And make the feeble stand.

Watts.

Psalm LXI. Long Metre. [x]

Safety in God.
THEN overwhelm'd with pain and grief,

Helpless and far from all relief,
My heart within me finks and dies,

Tó God I lift my waiting eyes.
2 High on the rock, my footsteps rear,

There let me stand unmov’d, and hear
The storms which now around me beat,

Roll harmless underneath my feet.
3 Thee, Lord, I seek whene'er my foes

On mischief bent, my path enclose ;
Thou art, in every dang’rous hour,

My stedfast hope, my strongest tower. 4 Remote from fear, within thy shrine,

Thou, Lord, my dwelling fhalt align ;

Thy wings shall wrap me in their shade,

For thou hast heard me when I pray'd. 5 Safe in thy presence let me stand,

And share the blesings of thy hand;
My dwelling let thy truth defend,

Thy mercy on my iteps attend.
6 So shall thy love awake my song,

My voice the willing note prolong ;
Whilft, warm'd with zeal, my vows I pay,
And blefs thee to my latest day.

MERRICK, varied.

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Psalm LXII. Long Metre.

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My rock and refuge are his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits,

My foul on his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye faints, in all your ways,

To him, your suppliant voices raise;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,

God is our all-fufficient aid.
3 False are the men of high degree,
The baser fort are vanity;
Laid in the balance, both appear

Light as a breath of empty air.
4 Make not increasing gold your trust,

Nor set your heart on glittering duit;
Why wil

. you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God hath fpoke? 5 Once hath his awful voice declar'd,

Once and again my ears have heard,
" All power is his eternal due,
He must be fear'd and trusted too."

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