14 God's time with patient faith expect, who will inspire thy breast 1 With inward strength: do thou thy part, and leave to him the rest. PSALM XXVIII. LORD, my rock, to thee I cry, With weeping eyes, and lifted hands, 3 Let me escape the sinners' doom, 5 Since they the works of God despise, From whom the cries of my distress 7 My heart its confidence repos'd As he hath made my joys complete, 8 "His aiding power supports the troops, 9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed thine heritage to bless; 1 With plenty prosper them, in peace; PSALM XXIX. E princes, that in might excel, 2 To his great name fresh altars raise; where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that, with amazing noise, the wat❜ry clouds in sunder breaks; The ocean trembles at his voice, when he from heaven in thunder speaks. 4, 5 How full of power his voice appears! with what majestic terror crown'd! Which from their roots tall cedars tears, and strews their scatter'd branches round. 6 They, and the hills on which they grow, are sometimes hurry'd far away; And leap, like hinds that bounding go, or unicorns in youthful play. 7, 8 When God in thunder loudly speaks, 10, 11 God rules the angry floods on high; PSALM XXX. 1 I'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, 2, 3 In my distress I cry'd to thee, who kindly didst relieve, And from the grave's expecting jaws 4 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, With me commemorate his truth, 5 His wrath has but a moment's reign, Your night of grief is recompens'd 6 But I, in prosp'rous days presum'd; 7 But soon I found thy favour, Lord, my empire's only trust; For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw my honour laid in dust. 8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd, my error I confess'd; 66 And thus with supplicating voice, "Do thou send help, on whom alone 11 'Tis done! thou hast my mournful scene 1 D PSALM XXXI. EFEND me, Lord, from shame, As just and righteous is thy name, 2 Bow down thy gracious ear, and speedy succour send; Do thou my steadfast rock appear, 3 Since thou, when foes oppress, To guide me forth from this distress, 4 Release me from the snare, which they have closely laid; Since I, O God, my strength, repair to thee alone for aid. 5 To thee, the God of truth, my life, and all that's mine, (For thou preserv'dst me from my youth,) I willingly resign. 6 All vain designs I hate of those that trust in lies ; And still my soul in every state, to God for succour flies. PART II. 7 Those mercies thou hast shown. I'll cheerfully express; For thou hast seen my straits, and known my soul in deep distress. 8 When Keilah's treach'rous race and hear my just complaint; For both my soul and flesh decay, with grief and hunger faint. 10 Sad thoughts my life oppress; my years are spent in groans; My sins have made my strength decrease, and e'en consum'd my bones. 11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd; my neighbours did upbraid; My friends, at sight of me, were shock'd, and fled, as men dismay'd. 12 Forsook by all am I, as dead, and out of mind; And like a shatter'd vessel lie, whose parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet sland'rous words they speak, and seem my power to dread; Whilst they together counsel take, my guiltless blood to shed. 14 But still my steadfast trust I on thy help repose: That thou, my God, art good and just, my soul with comfort knows. PART III. 15 Whate'er events betide, thy wisdom times them all: Then, Lord, thy servant safely hide 16 The brightness of thy face 17 Me from dishonour save, who still have call'd on thee; 18 Do thou their tongues restrain, 19 How great thy mercies are to such as fear thy name, Which thou for those that trust thy care, dost to the world proclaim! 20 Thou keep'st them in thy sight, 21 With glory and renown God's name be ever bless'd; Whose love, in Keilah's well-fenc'd town, was wondrously express'd! 22 I said, in hasty flight, "I'm banished from thine eyes;" Yet still thou keep'st me in thy sight, and heard'st my earnest cries. 23 O! all ye saints, the Lord 24 Ye that on God rely, courageously proceed; For he will still your hearts supply with strength, in time of need. PSALM XXXII. 1 TTE'S blest whose sins have pardon gain'd, HE'S He's more in judgment to appear; no 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain❜d, and whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, my bones consum'd without relief; All day did I with anguish roar, but no complaints assuag'd my grief. 4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, by day and night alike distress'd, Till quite of vital moisture drain'd, like land with summer's drought oppress'd. 5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd, the guilt that tortur'd me within, But thy forgiveness interpos'd, and mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 6 True penitents shall thus succeed, who seek thee whilst thou may'st be found; And, from the common deluge freed, 7 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress, ye that would truth's safe path descry; |