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5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain Unpunished in thy view;

All such as act unrighteous things
Thy vengeance shall pursue.

6 The slandering tongue, O God of truth, By thee shall be destroyed,

Who hat'st alike the man in blood
And in deceit employed.

7 But when thy boundless grace shall me
To thy loved courts restore,
On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
And humbly thee 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. 10 By their own counsels let them fall, Oppressed with loads of sin;

For they against thy righteous laws
Have hardened rebels been.

11 But let all those who trust in thee
With shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st,
And all that love thy name.

12 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessing will extend,

And with his favour all his saints,
As with a shield, defend.

PSALM 6.

THY

HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, And spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Too heavy to be borne.

2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, Unable to endure

The anguish of my aching bones,
Which thou alone canst cure.

3 My tortured flesh distracts my mind,
And fills my soul with grief;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
To grant me thy relief?

4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
And ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Vouchsafe to make me whole.

5 For, after death, no more can I
Thy glorious acts proclaim;
No prisoner of the silent grave
Can magnify thy name.

6 Quite tired with pain, with groaning faint, No hope of ease I see;

The night, that quiets common griefs,
Is spent in tears by me.

7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,
My eyes with weakness close,
Old age
o'ertakes me, whilst 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 prayer And they that wish my fall

Shall blush and rage to see that God
Protects me from them all.

PSALM 7.

LORD, my God, since I have placed
My trust alone in thee,

From all my persecutors' rage
Do thou deliver me.

2 To save me from my threatening foe.
Lord, interpose thy power;
Lest, like a savage lion, he
My helpless soul devour.

3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
Against his peace combine;
Nay, if I had not spared his life,
Who sought 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 ordained
For injured innocence.

7 So to thy throne adoring crowds
Shall still for justice fly:

O! therefore, for their sake, resume
Thy judgment seat 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.

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, 11 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 persist, he whets his sword, His bow stands ready bent;

13 Even now, with swift destruction winged, His pointed shafts are sent.

14 The plots are fruitless which my foe Unjustly did conceive;

15 The pit he digged for me has proved His own untimely grave.

16 On his own head his spite returns, Whilst I from harm am free;

On him the violence is fallen,
Which he designed for me.

17 Therefore will I the righteous ways

Of Providence proclaim;

I'll sing the praise of God most high,
And celebrate his name.

PSALM 8.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckoned 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 heaven, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wondering sight;

The moon, 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 wondrous kind?

5 Him next in power thou didst create To thy celestial train;

6 Ordained, with dignity and state, O'er all thy works to reign.

7 They jointly own his powerful 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 9.

1

To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

I will my heart prepare;
To all the listening world thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasures bring,

Whilst 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 perished at thy sight.

4 Against insulting foes advanced,
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 designed
To make our common tomb.

7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has
His righteous throne prepared,
Impartial justice to dispense,
To punish or reward.

9 God is a constant, sure Defence
Against oppressing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.

10 All those who have his goodness proved Will in his truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help relied.

11 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Zion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PART II.

12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
He'll call the poor to mind:
The injured humble man's complaint
Relief from him shall find.

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