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7 Some trust in steeds for war design'a,

On chariots some rely;
Against them all we'll call to mind

The pow'r of God most high. 8 But from their steeds and chariots thrown,

Behold them through the plain, Disorder'd, broke, and trampled dowil,

Whilst firm our troops remain.
3 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed

Our rightful cause to bless;
Hear, King of heav'n, in times of need,
The pray’rs that we address.

PSALM XXI.
I THE king, O Lord, with songs of praise

Shall in thy strength rejoice;
With th y salvation crown'd, shall raise

To heav'n his cheerful voice.
2 for thou, whate'er his lips request,

Not only didst impart;
But hast with thy acceptance blest

The wishes of his heart.
3 Thy goodness and thy tender care

Have all his hopes outgone;
A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear,

And sett'st it firmly on.
4 He pray'd for life, and thou, O Lord,

Did'st his short span extend; And graciously to him afford

A life that ne'er shall end. 5 Thy sure defence through nations round

Has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crown'd

- With majesty and fame. 6 Eternal blessings thou bestow'st,

And mak'st his joys increase; Whilst thou to him unclouded show'st The brightness of thy face,

The Second Part. 7 Because the king on God alone

For timely aid relies;
His mercy still supports his throne,

And all his wants supplies.
& But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes

Shall feel thy heavy hand;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those ..

That hate thy mild command.
9 When thou against them dost engage,

Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a glowing oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume.

10 Xor shall thy furious anger cease,

Or with their ruin end;
But root out all their guilty race,

And to their seed extend.
ji For all their thoughts were set on ill,

Their hearts on malice bent ;
But thou, with watchful care, didst still

The ill effects prevent.
12 In vain, by shameful fight, they'll try

To 'scape thy dreadful might,
While thy swift darts shall faster fly,

And gall them in their flight. 13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength disclose,

And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
To thy Almighty Name.

PSALM XXII.
I MY God, my God, why leav'st thon me

W When I with anguish faint!
O why so far from me remov'd,

And from my loud complaint ? 2 All day, but all the day unheard,

To thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,

But cry all night in vain.
3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge

Of innocence oppress'd;
And therefore Israel's praises are

Of right to thee address'd.
4, 5 On thee our ancestors relied,

And thy deliv'rance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,

And with success were crown'd. 6 But I am treated like a worm,

Like none of human birth;
Not only by the great revil'd,

But made the rabble's mirth.
7 With laughter all the gazing crowd

My agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,

And thus deriding say:
$ “In God he trusted, boasting oft

“That he was Hear'n's delight:
“Let God come down to save him now,
“And own his favourite."

The Second Part.
9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womh

A living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast

I was thy early care.

10 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrong

My helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God and guide

Through life's bewilder'd ways. 1 Withdraw not then so far from me,

When trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! thy help, on which

I only can rely.
12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning herd,

From Basan's forest met,
With strength proportion'd to their rage,

Have me around beset.
13 They gape on me, and ev'ry mouth

A yawning grave appears;
The desert lion's savage roar

Less dreadful is than their's.

The Third Part.
14 My blood like water's spill'd, my joints

Are rack'd and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breast,

Like wax before the flame. 15 My strength like potter's earth is parch'd,

My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death

My fainting soul withdraws.
16 Like blood-hounds, to surround me, they

In pack'd assemblies meet;
They pierc'd my inoffensive hands,

They pierc'd my harmless feet. 17 My body's rack'd, till all my bones

Distinctly may be told:
Yet such a spectacle of woe

As pastime they behold.
18 As spoil, my garments they divide,

Lots for my vesture cast: 19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,

And to my succour háste.
20 From their sharp sword protect thou me,

Of all but life bereft;
Nor let my darling in the pow'r

Of cruel dogs be left.
21 To save me from the lion's jaws

Thy present succour send;
As once from goring unicorns

Thou didst my life defend.
22 Then to my brethren I'll declare

The triumphs of thy Name;
In presence of assembled saints

Thy glory thus proclaim:

23 “Ye worshippers of Jacob's God,

“ All you of Israel's line,
“O praise the Lord, and to your praise

« Sincere obedience join.
21" He ne'er disdain'd on low distress

To cast a gracious eye;
"Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
“ But hears its humble cry."

The Fourth Part. 25 Thus in thy sacred courts will I

My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform

The vows of my distress.
20 The meek companions of my grief.

Shall find my table spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.
27 'Then shall the glad converted world

To God their homage pay;
And scatter'd nations of the earth

One sov'reign Lord obey. 28 'Tis his supreme prerogative

O'er subject kings to reign;
'Tis just that he should rule the world,

Who does the world sustain.
29 The rich, who are with plenty fed,

His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him reliev',

Their gen'rous patron bless,
With humble worship to his throne

They all for aid resort;
That pow'r, which first their beings gave,

Can only them support.
30, 31 Then shall a chosen spotless race,

Devoted to his Name,
To their admiring heirs his truth
And glorious acts proclaim.

PSALM XXIII.
I THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,

1 Vouchsafes to be my guide;
The shepherd, by whose constant care

My wants are all supplied.
2 In tender grass he makes me feed,

And gently there repose ;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where

Refreshing water flows.
3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,

And, to his endiess praise, instrict with humble zeal to walk

In his most righteous ways. ..

4 l pass the gloomy vale of death,

From fear and danger free; For there his aiding rod and staff

Defend and comfort me.
5 In presence of my spiteful foes

He does my table spread,
Fie crowns my cup with cheerful wine,

With oil anoints my head.
6 Since God does thus his wondrous love

Through all my life extend,
That life to him I will devote,

And in his temple spend,

PSALM XXIV.
UTHIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

1 The Lord's her fulness is;
The world, and they that dwell therein,

By sor'reign right are his.
? He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,

And his Almighty hand
Upon inconstant foods has made.

The stable fabrick stand.
3 But for himself this Lord of all

One chosen seat design'd:
O! who shall to that sacred hill

Desir'd admittance find ! 4 The man whose hands and heart are pure,

Whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers

To gainful perjury.
5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord

Shall show'r his blessings down,
Whom God his saviour shall vouchsafe

With righteousness to crown.
6 Such is the race of saints, by whom

The sacred courts are trod; And such the proselytes that seek

The face of Jacob's God.
7 Erect your heads, eternal gates,

Untold to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes

With his celestial train.
& Who is this King of glory! who?

The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes

Eternal victor crown'd.
9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold -

In state to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes

With all his shining train..

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