9 Let wicked arts and wicked men

together be o'erthrown; But guard the just, thou God, to whom

the hearts of both are known. 10, II God me protects, not only me,

but all of upright heart; And daily lays up wrath for those

who from his laws depart. 12 If they perfift, he whets his sword,

his bow stands ready bent ; 13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'a

his pointed shafts are sent. 14 The plots are fruitless which my

foe unjustly did conceive ; 15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd

his own untimely grave. 16 On his own head his spite returns,

whilft I from harm am free; On him the violence is fall’n,

which he design'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways

of Providence proclaim ;
I'll fing the praise of God most high,
and celebrate his Name.

PSALM VIII.
THOU, to whom all creatures bow

within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou !

how glorious is thy name! In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are sung,

nor fully reckon'd there; 2 And yet thou mak'st the Infant tongue

thy boundless praise declare. Through thee the weak confound the strong

and crush their haughty foes; And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,

that thee and thine oppose. 3 When Heav'n, thy beauteous work on high,

employs my wond'ring fight;
The mioon, that nightly rules the sky,

with stars of feebler light; 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st

to keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st

to them so wond'rous kind ? 5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create

to thy celestial train; 6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state,

o'er all thy works to reign. 7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway;

the beasts that prey or graze; 8 The bird that wings its airy way ;

the fish that cuts the seas. 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow

within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou !
how glorious is thy Name !

PSALM IX.
O celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

I will my heart prepare ;
To all the lift'ning world, thy works,

thy wond'rous works declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul

exalted pleasures bring; Whilft to thy name, O thou Most High,

triumphant praise I sing. 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn

Their backs in shameful flight: Struck with thy presence, down they fell,

they perith'd at thy fight. 4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,

thou didst my cause maintain ; My right asserting from thy throne,

where truth and justice reign. 5 The insolence of heathen pride

thou hast reduced to shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroyed,

and blotted out their name. 6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats

are to a period come; Our city stands, which you design'd

to make our common tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has

his righteous throne prepar'd, Impartial justice to dispense,

to punish or reward.

9 God is a constant fure defence

against oppressing rage ;
As troubles rise, his needful aids

in our behalf engage. 10 All those who have his goodness prov'd

will in his truth confide ;
Whose mercy ne'er forfook the man

that on his help rely’d.
11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord,

from Sion, his abode ;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
confess no other God.

PART II.
12 When he enquiry makes for blood,

he'll call the poor to mind :
The injur'd humble man's complaint

relief from him shall find.
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord,

which Ipiteful foes create, Thou that has refcu'd me so oft

from death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll fing thy praise,

to all that love thy name ;
And, with loud shouts of grateful joy,

thy faving pow'r proclaim.
15 Deep in the pit they digg’d for me,

the heathen pride is laid ;
Their guilty feet to their own snare

are heedlessly betray’d.
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,

the mighty Lord is known;
While wicked men by their own plots,

are shamefully o'ertbrown. 17 No single finner shall escape,

by privacy obfcur'd;
Nor nation, from his just revenge,

by numbers be secur’d. 18 His suff’ring faints, when most distress’d

he ne'er forgets to aid ;
Their expectations shall be crown's,

though for a time delay’d.
19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy pow'r,

and let not man o'ercome ;

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Descend to judgment, and pronounce

the guilty heathen's doom. 20 Strike terror through the nations round,

till, by consenting fear,
They to each other, and themselves,
but mortal men appear.

PSALM X.
HY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord?

why hid'st thou now thy face,
When dismal times of deep distress,

call for thy wonted grace?
2 The wicked, swell’d with lawless pride,
have made the

poor
their

prey ;
O let thein fall by those designs

which they for others lay. 3 For straight they triumph, if success

their thriving crimes attend; And fordid wretches, whom God hates,

perversely they commend. 4 To own a pow'r above themselves,

their haughty pride disdains ; And therefore in their stubborn mind

no thought of God remains. 5 Oppressive methods they pursue,

and all their foes they slight; Because thy judgments unobserv'd,

are far above their sight. 6 They fondly think their prosp'rous state

shall unmolested be ; They think their vain designs shall thrive,

from all misfortunes free. 7 Vain and deceitful is their speech,

with curses fill’d, and lies ; By which the mischief of their heart

they study to disguise. 8 Near public roads they lie conceald,

and all their art employ, The innocent and poor at once

to rifle and destroy. 9 Not lions, couching in their dens,

surprise their heedless prey With greater cunning, or express

more savage rage than they.

10 Sometimes they act the harmless man,

and modest looks they wear ; That so deceiv'd, the poor may less their sudden onset fear.

PART II.
11 For God, they think, no notice takes

of their unrighteous deeds S;
He never minds the fuff'ring poor,

nor their oppreffion heeds.
12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise,

stretch forth thy mighty arm ; And, by the greatness of thy pow'r,

defend the poor from harm.
13 No longer let the wicked vaunt,

and, proudly boasting, say,
“ Tush, God regards not what we do ;

“ he never will repay."
14 But sure thou seest, and all their deeds

impartially dost try;
The orphan, therefore, and the poor,

on thee for aid rely. 15

Defenceless let the wicked fall,

of all their strength bereft ; Confound, O God, their dark designs,

till no remains are left. 16 Affert thy just dominion, Lord,

which shall forever stand; Thou who the heathen didst expel

from this thy chosen land. 17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants,

that to thy throne repair ; Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray,

and then accept'st their pray’r. 18 Thou, in thy righteous judgment, weigh'st

the fatherless and poor ;
That so the tyrants of the earth
may persecute no more.

PSALM XI.
INCE I have plac'd my trust in God,

a refuge always nigh,
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,

to distant mountains fly?

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