And say, My God, my Rock, O why By foes reduc'd to dust? Their words like weapons pierce my bones; My soul, why art thou so deprest! PSALM LXVI. HAPPY Sons of Israel, Who in pleasant Canaan dwell, Come, and see what God hath wrought; He the billows did divide; Wall'd with waves on either side, All beholding from his throne. Bless the Lord; his praise be sung, He our souls redeems from death. Thou hast with affliction tried: All my vows devoutly pay, Fatlings I will sacrifice; Incense in perfume shall rise; Bullocks, shaggy goats, and rams Offered up in sacred flames. You, who great Jehovah fear, Come, O come, you bless'd, and hear What for me the Lord hath wrought, Would not he my prayers reject? PSALM LXXXVIII. My Saviour! both by night and day O let my cries transcend the spheres, Lest sorrow stop my fainting breath; My light extinguish'd, numbered Like men in battle slain; the womb Forgotten, as if never known; By thy tempestuous wrath o'erthrown. By thee lodg'd in the lowest deeps, In dungeons, where no sun displays Crush'd by thy wrath; on me thy waves My old familiars, now my foes, My house becomes my gaol; where I Blind with my tears, with crying hoarse; Wilt thou to those thy wonders show, The dead from their cold mansions raise, Shall mercy find us in the grave? Wilt thou thy wonders bring to light, Or shall thy justice there be shown, I have, and still to thee will pray; O, why hast thou withdrawn thy grace, From me, who from my infancy Whilst I thy terrors undergo; Thy anger, like a gulf devours My trembling powers: With troops of terrors circled round; Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most; PSALM XCII. THOU, who art enthron'd above; Is't with tongue and heart's consent, Though they spring like flowers in May, Soon shall fade, for ever lost. Lord, thou art most great, most high; Perish shall thy enemies, Rebels that against thee rise. |