2 Up to the heavens, I raise my cry, The Lord will my defires perform; He fends his angel from the fky,
And faves 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 fong shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost 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.
Pfalm LVIII. Six Line Long Metre. [b]
The Deftruction of Tyrants and Oppreffors.
HALL tyrants rule by impious laws?
Shall they defpife the righteous caufe,
When innocence before them stands?
Dare they condemn the helpless poor,
And let oppreffors reft fecure,
Whilft gold and greatness bribe their hands?
Do they forget th' almighty name,
That God o'er all is Judge fupreme?
High in the heavens his justice reigns;
Yet they invade the rights of God,
And fend their bold decrees abroad,
To bind the free born foul in chains,
3 A poifon'd arrow is their tongue,
The arrow fharp, the poifon ftrong!
And death attends where'er it wounds;
They hear no counfels, cries nor tears;
So the deaf adder ftops her ears
Against the melody of founds.
Break thou their teeth, Almighty God,
The teeth of lions drench'd in blood,
And crush thofe ferpents in the duft;
Thy voice fhall thunder from the sky,
Their crowns fhall fall, their titles die,
Their grandeur and their power be loft.
Thus fhall thy juftice, mighty Lord,
Freedom and peace to men afford,
And nations fhall unite and fay,
"Sure there's a God, that rules on high,
Who hears th' oppreffed when they cry,
And all their fufferings will repay.'
Pfalm LIX. Short Metre.
For Deliverance from the Savages.
Before thy throne afcend; Behold us with compaffion's eye, And ftill our lives defend.
2 For foes a num'rous band
Against our lives confpire;
They aim deftruction thro' the land,
And spread the raging fire.
Beneath the filent shade
Their fecret plots they lay,
Our peaceful towns by night invade,
And wafte the fields by day.
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 fecret guile
Or open force they prove,
Thine eye can pierce the deepeft veil,
Thy hand their force remove.
6 Deliver us from death,
Send our invaders home;
Or drive them with thy powerful breath
Thro' diftant wilds to roam.
7 Then fhall our grateful voice
Proclaim our guardian God;
In thy falvation we'll rejoice,
And found thy praise abroad.
Plaim LX. Common Metre. [b]
Humiliation for Difappointment in War.
LORD, haft thou caft the nation off?
we forever mourn?
Wilt thou confume us in thy wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?
The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our ftrength away:
Like men fubdu'd by power of wine,
We tremble in difmay.
3 Our country fhakes beneath thy ftroke,
And dreads thy lifted hand;
O hear the people thou haft broke,
And fave the finking land.
4 Lift up thy banner in the field,
For thofe who fear thy name;
Defend thy people with thy fhieid,
And put our foes to fhame.
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 fhall gain a wide renown
By thine affifting hand;
For God fhall tread the mighty down, And make the feeble ftand.
HEN overwhelm'd with pain and grief,
W Helplefs and far from all relief,
My heart within me finks and dies,
To God I lift my waiting eyes.
2 High on the rock, my footsteps rear,
There let me ftand unmov'd, and hear
The ftorms which now around me beat,
Roll harmless underneath my feet.
3 Thee, Lord, I feek whene'er my foes
On mischief bent, my path enclose;
Thou art, in every dang'rous hour,
My ftedfaft hope, my ftrongeft tower.
Remote from fear, within thy fhrine,
Thou, Lord, my dwelling fhalt affign;
Thy wings (hall wrap me in their fhade, For thou hast heard me when I pray'd. 5 Safe in thy prefence let me ftand, And fhare the bleffings of thy hand; My dwelling let thy truth defend, Thy mercy on my steps attend. 6 So fhall thy love awake my fong, My voice the willing note prolong; Whilft, warm'd with zeal, my vows I pay, And blefs thee to my latest day.
MERRICK, varied.
Long Metre.
No Truf in the Creatures, but in God.
Y fpirit looks to God alone,
M'My rock and refuge are his throne;
In all my fears, in all my ftraits,
My foul on his falvation waits.
2 Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,
To him, your fuppliant voices raife;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-fufficient aid.
3 False are the men of high degree,
The bafer fort are vanity;
Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a breath of empty air.
4 Make not increafing gold your truft,
Nor fet your heart on glittering duft;
Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke,
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 trufted too."
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