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Does their conspiring strength defy,
and mocks their vain design. 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break
on his rebellious foes;
to all that dare oppose:
“the king that I ordain,
« shall there securely reign.
God's uncontrould decree :
“ have I begotten thee.
" thine shall the heathen be ;
“shall be possess'd by thee. 9
Thy threat’ning sceptre thou shalt shake,
“and crush them ev'ry where ; “As maffy 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 : Left he revenge the bold neglect,
incens'd by your delay. 13 If but in part his anger rise,
who can endure the flame?
the troublers of my peace ! And as their numbers hourly rise,
so does their rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my foul upbraid,
and hini 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 thall yet
lift up my head on high. 4 Since whenfoe'er, in like distress,
to God I made my pray’r, 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, Were they as many hosts as men,
that have beset me round. 7 Arise, and save me, O my God,
who oft haft own'd my cause, And scatter'd oft these foes to me,
and to thy righteous laws. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs ;
he only can defend :
to my complaint give ear :
Lord, and hear.
to blot my fame devise ?
and spread malicious lies?
is God's peculiar choice ;
he always hears my voice.
flee ev'ry thing that's il!,
And bend them to his will, 5 The place of other facrifice
let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
on God alone rely. 6 While worldly minds impatient grow
more profp'rous times to fee; Still let the glories of thy face
thine brightly, Lord, on me. 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
more lasting and more true Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
successively rcnew. 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
and take my needful rest;
accept my secret pray'r;
will I for help repair. 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
canft never, Lord, approve, Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
all evil doft 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 sland'ring tongue, O God of truth,
by thee shall be destroy'd, Who hat’ft alike the man in blood
and in deceit employ’d. 7 But when thy boundless grace shall me
to thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
and humbly there 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.
oppress’d with loads of sin;
have harden'd rebels been.
with shouts their joy proclaim;
and all that love thy name.
his blessing will extend;
and spare a wretch forlorn ;
too heavy to be borne.
unable to endure
which thou alone can'ft cure.
and fills my soul with grief;
to grant me thy relief?
and ease my troubled soul;
youchsafe to make me whole.
thy glorious acts proclaim, No pris'ners of the silent grave
can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir’d with pain, with groaning saint,
no hope of eale I fee;
is spent in tears by me.
dim, my eyes with weakness close;
Old-age o'ertakes me, whilft 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 pray'r ;
and they that wilh my fall,
my trust alone in thee, From all my persecutor's rage
do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat’ning foe,
Lord interpose thy pow'r ; Left, like a savage lion, he
my helpless soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did c'er
against his peace combine ; Nay, if I had not spar'd his life,
who fought 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 injur'd innocence. 7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds
shall Itill for justice fly : Oh! therefore for their fake, resume
thy judgment-leat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the world,
I trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts,
so let thy sentence be.