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PSALM XXIV.

1 THE fpacious earth is all the Lord's, the Lord's her fulness is;

The world, and they that dwell therein, by fov'reign right are his.

2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas; and his almighty hand,

Upon inconftant floods, has made the ftable fabric stand.

3 But for himself, this Lord of all one chosen feat defign'd;

O! who shall to that facred hill deferv'd admittance find?

4 The man, whofe hands and heart are pure, whofe thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers

to gainful perjury.

5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord fhall fhow'r his bleffings down;

Whom God, his Saviour, fhall vouchsafe
with righteousness to crown.

6 Such is the race of faints, by whom
the facred courts are trod;
And fuch the profelytes that feek
the face of Jacob's God."

7 Erect your heads, eternal gates;
unfold, to entertain

The King of Glory: fee! he comes
with his celestial train.

8 Who is the King of Glory? who?
the Lord, for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty; o'er his foes
eternal victor crown'd.

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Erect

your heads, ye gates; unfold
in ftate to entertain

The King of Glory fee! he comes
with all his fhining train.

10 Who is the King of Glory? who?
the Lord of hofts renown'd;

Of glory he alone is King,

who is with glory crown'd.

I lift my heart and voice;
O! let me not be put to fhame,

nor let my foes rejoice.

3 Thofe who on thee rely,
let no difgrace attend;

Be that the fhameful lot of fuch
as wilfully offend.

4, 5 To me thy truth impart,
and lead me in thy way;

For thou art he that brings me help; on thee I wait all day. 6 Thy mercies, and thy love, O Lord, recal to mind; And graciously continue ftill, as thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful crimes. be blotted out by thee; And, for thy wond'rous goodness' fake, in mercy think on me.

8 His mercy, and his truth,

the righteous Lord difplays,
In bringing wand'ring finners home,
and teaching them his ways.

9 He thofe in juftice guides,

who his direction feek;

And in his facred paths fhall lead the humble and the meek. 10 Through all the ways of God both truth and mercy fhine, To fuch as, with religious hearts, to his bleft will incline.

PART II.

II Since mercy

is the grace,

that most exalts thy fame,

Forgive my heinous fin, O Lord,
and fo advance thy Name.

12 Whoe'er, with humble fear,
to God his duty pays,

Shall find the Lord a faithful guide,
in all his righteous ways.

13 His quiet foul with peace
shall be for ever blefs'd;

And by his num'rous race the land
fucceffively poffefs'd;

14 For God to all his faints

his fecret will imparts,

And does his gracious cov'nant write

in their obedient hearts.

15 To him I lift my eyes,

and wait his timely aid,

Who breaks the ftrong and treach'rous fnare, which for my feet was laid.

16 O! turn, and all my griefs,

in mercy, Lord, redrefs; For I am compafs'd round with woes, and plung'd in deep distress.

17 The forrows of my heart

to mighty fums increase;

O! from this dark and dismal state my troubled foul release!

18 Do thou, with tender eyes, my fad affliction fee ;

Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt entirely fet me free.

19 Confider, Lord, my foes,

how vaft their numbers grow! What lawless force and rage they use, what boundless hate they fhow!

20 Protect, and fet my foul

from their fierce malice free; Nor let me be afham'd, who place my ftedfast truft in thee.

21 Let all my righteous acts

to full perfection rife;

Because my firm and conftant hope

on thee alone relies.

22 To Ifrael's chofen race

continue ever kind;

And, in the midst of all their wants, let them thy fuccour find.

JUD

PSALM XXVI.

UDGE me, O Lord, for I the paths
of righteousness have trod;

I cannot fail, who all my trust

repofe on thee, my God.

2, 3 Search thou my heart, whofe innocence will shine the more 'tis try'd ; For I have kept thy grace in view, and made thy truth my guide. 4 I never for companions took, the idle or prophane;

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No hypocrite, with all his arts,
could e'er my friendship gain.
I hate the busy plotting crew,
who make diftracted times;
And thun their wicked company,
as I avoid their crimes.

6 I'll wash my hands in innocence,
and bring a heart fo pure,
That, when thy altar I approach,
my welcome shall fecure.

7, 8 My thanks I'll publifh there, and tell
how thy renown excels;

That feat affords me most delight,
in which thy honour dwells.
9 Pafs not on me the finners' doom,
who murder make their trade;
10 Who others' rights, by fecret bribes,
or open force, invade.

11 But I will walk in paths of truth,
and innocence pursue;
Protect me, therefore, and to me
thy mercies, Lord, renew.

12 In spite of all affaulting foes,
I ftill maintain my ground;

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And shall furvive among thy faints, thy praises to refound.

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PSALM XXVII.

HOM fhould I fear, fince God to me is faving health and light?

Since ftrongly he my life fupports,

what can my foul affright?

2 With fierce intent my flesh to tear,

when foes befet me round,

They ftumbled, and their haughty crefts were made to ftrike the ground.

3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares with mighty hofts to cope;

Through him, in doubtful straits of war,
For good fuccefs I hope.

4 Henceforth, within his house to dwell
I earnestly defire;

His wondrous beauty there to view,
and of his will enquire.

5 For there I may with comfort rest,
in times of deep distress;

And fafe, as on a rock, abide
in that fecure recefs :

6 Whilft God o'er all my haughty foes
my lofty head fhall raife;
And I my joyful tribute bring,
with grateful fongs of praife.
PART II.

7 Continue, Lord, to hear my voice,
whene'er to thee I cry;

In mercy my complaints receive, nor my request deny.

8 When us to feek thy glorious face thou kindly doft advise;

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"Thy glorious face I'll always feek,"

my grateful heart replies.

Then hide thou not thy face, O Lord, nor me in wrath reject;

My God and Saviour, leave not him thou didst fo oft protect.

10 Though all my friends, and kindred too, their helpless charge forfake;

Yet thou, whofe love excels them all, wilt care and pity take.

11 Inftruct me in thy paths, O Lord; my ways directly guide;

Left envious men, who watch my steps, fhould see me tread aside.

12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes; defeat their ill defire,

Whose lying lips, and bloody hands, against my peace confpire.

13 I trufted that my future life

should with thy love be crown'd;