PSALM VI. 1 THY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint, The anguish of my aching bones, 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, 4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, 5 For after death no more can I 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, No hope of ease I see; The night, that quiets common griefs, 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think 8 Depart, ye wicked, in my wrongs For God, I find, accepts my tears, 9, 10 He hears and grants my humble pray'r; And they that wish my fall, Shall blush and rage to see that God PSALM VII. Lord my God, since I have plac'd From all my persecutors' rage Do thon deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, Lest, like a savage lion, he 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er Against his peace combine; 5 Let then to persecuting foes My soul become a prey; Let them to earth tread down my life, 7 So to thy throne adoring crowds O! therefore for their sakes resume trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts, 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men But guard the just, thou God, to whom 10, 11 God me protects, nor only me, And daily lays up wrath for those 12 If they persist, he whets his sword, 13 E'en now, with swift destruction wing'd, 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, On him the violence is fall'n 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways I'll sing the praise of God most High, 1 PSALM VIII. Thou, to whom all creatures bow Through all the world how great art thon! How glorious is thy Name! In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, 2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue Through thee the weak confound the strong, And so thou quell'st the wicked throng, 3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, 4 What's man, (say 1,) that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st 5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create 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; 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow PSALM IX. To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, 2 The thought of them shall to my soul Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High, 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn 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 Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd, 6 Mistaken foes! your haughty threats Our city stands, which you design'd 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has 9 God is a constant sure defence As troubles rise, his needful aids 10 All those who have his goodness prov'd 11 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, Proclaim his deeds, till all the world The Second Part. 12 When he enquiry makes for blood, 13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord, 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise, Their guilty feet to their own snare 16 Thus, by the just returns he makes, While wicked men by their own plots 17 No single sinner shall escape Nor nation from his just revenge 18 His suff'ring saints, when most distrest, 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy pow'r, 20 Strike terror through the nations round, They to each other, and themselves, PSALM X. 1 THY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord! Why hid'st thou now thy face, When dismal times of deep distress 2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride, 3 For straight they triumph, if success 4 To own a pow'r above themselves And therefore in their stubborn mind 5 Oppressive methods they pursue, 6 They fondly think their prosp❜rous state They think their vain designs shall thrive, 7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, By which the mischief of their heart 8 Near publick roads they lie conceal'd, The innocent and poor at once 9 Not lions, couching in their dens, With greater cunning, or express 10 Sometimes they act the harmless man, The Second Part. 11 For God, they think, no notice takes |