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Or elfe my fainting foul had funk, with forrow compafs'd round.. 14 God's time with patient faith expect, who will infpire thy breast

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With inward ftrength: do thou thy part, and leave to him the reft.

PSALM XXVIII.

LORD, my rock, to thee I cry, in fighs confume my breath; O answer, or I fhall become like thofe that fleep in death.. 2 Regard my fupplication, Lord, the cries that I repeat,

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With weeping eyes, and lifted hands,
before thy mercy-feat.

Let me escape the finners' doom,
who make a trade of ill,

And ever speak the perfon fair, whofe blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their crimes' extent, let juftice have its courfe ;. Relentless be to them, as they have finn'd without remorse.

5 Since they the works of God despise,
nor will his grace adore;
His wrath fhall utterly destroy,
and build them up no more.
6 But I, with due acknowledgment,
his praifes will refound,

From whom the cries of my diftress
a gracious answer found.
7 My heart its confidence repos'd
in God, my ftrength and fhield;
In him I trufted, and return'd
triumphant from the field.
As he hath made my joys complete,
'tis juft that I fhould raife
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
and thus refound his praise:

8" His aiding pow'r fupports the troops, "that my juft caufe maintain :

"'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne; "'tis he fecures my reign."

9 Preferve thy chofen, and proceed thine heritage to bless;

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With plenty profper them, in peace;
in battle, with fuccefs.

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PSALM XXIX.

E princes, that in might excel, your grateful facrifice prepare; God's glorious actions loudly tell, his wond'rous pow'r to all declare. 2 To his great Name fresh altars raife; devoutly due respect afford : Him in his holy temple praife,

where he's with folemn ftate ador'd. 3 'Tis he that, with amazing noise, the wat❜ry clouds in funder breaks; The ocean trembles at his voice,

when he from heav'n in thunder fpeaks. 4, 5 How full of pow'r his voice appears! with what majeftic terror crown'd! Which from their roots tall cedars tears,

and ftrews their scatter'd branches round. 6 They, and the hills on which they grow, are fometimes hurry'd far away; And leap, like hinds that bounding go, or unicorns in youthful play.

7, 8 When God in thunder loudly fpeaks, and scatter'd flames of light'ning fends, The foreft nods, the defert quakes,

and stubborn Kadesh lowly bends.

9 He makes the hinds to caft their

young, and lays the beasts' dark coverts bare; While those that to his courts belong, fecurely fing his praises there.

10, 11 God rules the angry floods on high;
his boundless sway fhall never cease;
His faints with strength he will supply,
and bless his own with conftant peace.
PSALM XXX.

'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
who did'ft thy pow'r employ

To raise my drooping head, and check:
my foes' infulting joy.

2, 3 In my diftrefs I cry'd to thee, who kindly didft relieve,

And from the grave's expecting jaws my hopeless life retrieve.

4 Thus to his courts ye faints of his, with fongs of praise repair;

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With me commemorate his truth, and providential care.

His wrath has but a moment's reign, his favour no decay;

Your night of grief is recompens'd
with joy's returning day.

6 But I, in profp'rous days prefum'd;
no fudden change I fear'd;
Whilft in my funfhine of fuccefs
no low'ring cloud appear'd.
But foon I found thy favour, Lord,
my empire's only truft;

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For when thou hid'ft thy face, I saw

my honour laid in duft.

8 Then as I vainly had prefum'd my error I confefs'd;

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And thus with fupplicating voice,
thy mercy's throne addrefs'd:
"What profit is there in my blood,
"congeal'd by death's cold night?
"Can filent afhes fpeak thy praile,
"thy wond'rous truth recite?
10"Hear me, O Lord; in mercy hear;
"thy wonted aid extend;

"Do thou fend help, on whom alone
"I can for help depend."

11 'Tis done! thou haft my mournful scene
to fongs and dances turn'd;
Invested me with robes of ftate,

who late in fackcloth mourn'd.

12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly fing thy praise in grateful verse; And, as thy favours endless are, thy endless praise rehearse.

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PSALM XXXI.

EFEND me, Lord, from fhame,
for ftill I truft in thee;

As juft and righteous is thy Name,
from danger fet me free.

2 Bow down thy gracious ear,
and speedy fuccour fend;
Do thou my ftedfaft rock appear,
to fhelter and defend.

3 Since thou, when foes opprefs,
my rock and fortrefs art,

To guide me forth from this distress,
thy wonted help impart.

4 Release me from the fnare,

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which they have clofely laid;
Since I, O God, my ftrength, repair

to thee alone for aid.

To thee, the God of truth,

my life, and all that's mine,

(For thou preferv'dft me from my youth,)

I willingly refign.

6 All vain defigns I hate

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of thofe that trust in lies;

And still my foul, in ev'ry state,

to God for fuccour flies.

PART II.

Those mercies thou haft fhown,

I'll cheerfully express;

For thou haft feen my ftraits, and known

my foul in deep distress.

8 When Keilah's treach'rous race

did all my ftrength inclofe, Thou gav'ft my feet a larger space, to fhun my watchful foes.

9 Thy mercy, Lord, display,

and hear my juft complaint;
For both my foul and flesh decay,
with grief and hunger faint.

10 Sad thoughts my life opprefs;
my years are spent in groans;
My fins have made my ftrength decrease,
and ev'n confum'd my bones.

11 My foes my fuff'rings mock'd;

my neighbours did upbraid;

My friends, at fight of me, were shock'd,
and fied, as men difmay'd.

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12 Forfook by all am I,

as dead, and out of mind; And like a fhatter'd veffel lie, whose parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet fland'rous words they speak, and feem my pow'r to dread; Whilft they together counfel take my guiltless blood to shed.

14 But ftill my ftedfaft truft
I on thy help repose:

That thou, my God, art good and just,
my foul with comfort knows.
PART III.

15 Whate'er events betide,

thy wisdom times them all;
Then, Lord, thy fervant fafely hide
from thofe that feek his fall.

16 The brightness of thy face
to me, O Lord, disclose;
And, as thy mercies ftill increase,
preserve me from my foes.

17 Me from dishonour fave,

who ftill have call'd on thee;
Let that, and filence in the grave,
the finner's portion be.

18 Do thou their tongues reftrain,
whose breath in lies is spent ;
Who falfe reports, with proud difdain,
against the righteous vent.

19 How great thy mercies are

to fuch as fear thy Name, Which thou for thofe that truft thy care, doft to the world proclaim!

20 Thou keep'ft them in thy fight,
from proud oppreffors free;
From tongues that do in ftrife delight,
they are preferv'd by thee.

21 With glory and renown

God's name be ever bleft;

Whofe love, in Keilah's well-fenc'd town,

was wond'roufly exprefs'd!

22 I said, in hasty flight,

"I'm banish'd from thine eyes;"

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