By day and night address my cry; 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear;

To my distress incline thine ear. 3 For seas of trouble me invade,

My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are fled,

They number me among the dead: 5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave,

From thee no more remembrance have; 6 Cast off from thy sustaining care,

Down to the confines of despair.
7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain,

Afficting me with restless pain;
Me all thy mountain waves have pressid,

Too weak, alas, to bear the least.
8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone,

In a loath'd dungeon laid, where none
A visit will vouchsafe to me,

Confin’d, past hopes of liberty.
9 My eyes from weeping never cease;

They waste, but still my griefs increase;
Yet daily, Lord, to thee I've pray'd,

With out-stretch'd hands invok'd thy aid. 10 Wilt thou by miracle revive

The dead, whom thou forsook’st alive?
From death restore, thy praise to sing,

Whom thou from prison would'st not bring? 11 Shall the mute grave thy love confess?

A mould'ring tomb thy faithfulness? 12 Thy truth and power renown obtain

Where darkness and oblivion reign? 13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlarn;

My prayer prevents ihe early morn: 14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook,

Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look ? 15 Prevailing sorrows bear me down,

Which from my youth with me have grown ;
Thy terrors past distract my mind,

And fears of blacker days behind.
16 Thy wrath hast burst upon my head,

Thy terrors fill my soul with dread; 17 Environ'd as with waves combin'd,

And for a gen’ral deluge join'd. 18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all

Remov'd from sight, and out of call;
To dark oblivion all retir'd,
Dead, or at least to me expir'd,




PSALM LXXXIX. 1 HY mercies, Lord, shall be my song ;

my song on them shall ever dwell; To ages yet unborn, my tongue

thy never-failing truth shall tell. 2 I have affirm'd, and still maintain,

thy mercy shall for ever last; Thy truth, that does the heavens sustain,

like thes shall stand for ever fast. 3 Thus spak’st thou by thy prophet's voice:

“ With David I a league have made ; “ To him, my servant, and my choice,

“ by solemn oath this grant convey'd : 4 4. " While earth, and seas, and skies endure,

thy seed shall in my sight remain i 6 To them thy throne I will ensure,

they shall to endless ages reign.' 5 For such stupendous truth and love,

both heaven and earth just praises owe, By choirs of angels sung above,

and by assembled saints below. 6 What seraph of celestial birth

to vie with Israel's God shall dare? Or who among the gods of earth

with our Almighty Lord compare ? 7 With rev'rence and religious dread,

his saints should to his temple press; His fear through all their hearts should spread,

who his Almighty name confess. 8 Lord God of armies, who can boast

of strength or power like thine renown'd? Of such a num'rous, faithful host,

as that which does thy throne surround? 9 Thou dost the lawless sea control,

and change the prospect of the deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll;

thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep. 10 Thou break'st in pieces Rahab's pride,

and didst oppressing power disarm ; Thy scatter'd foes have dearly try'a

the force of thy resistless arm. 11 In thee the sov'reign right remains

of earth and heaven; thee, Lord, alone The world, and all that it contains,

their Maker and Preserver own. 12 The poles on which the globe does rest

were form’d by thy creating voice; Tabor and Hermon, east and west,

in thy sustaining power rejoice. 13 Thy arm is mighty, strong thy hand,

yet, Lord, thou dost with justice reign;

14 Possess'd of absolute command,

thou truth and mercy dost maintain. 15 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear

thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound; Who may at festivals appear,

with thy most glorious presence crown'd. 16 Thy saints shall always be o'erjoy'd,

who on thy sacred name rely; And, in thy righteousness employd,

above their foes be rais'd on high. 17 For in thy strength they shall advance,

whose conquests from thy favour spring ; 18 The Lord of hosts is our defence,

and Israel's God our Israel's King. 19 Thus spak'st thou by thy Prophet's voice,

“ A mighty champion I will send ; “ From Judah's tribe have I made choice

6 of one, who shall the rest defend. 20 “ My servant David I have found,

“ with holy oil anointed him; 21 “ Him shall the hand support that crown'd,

" and guard, that gave the diadem. 22 “ No prince from him shall tribute force,

no son of strife shall him annoy; 23 “ His spiteful foes I will disperse,

" and them before his face destroy. 24 " My truth and grace shall him sustain;

“his armies, in well-order'd ranks, 25 “ Shall conquer, from the Tyrian Main

to Tigris and Euphrates' banks. 26 Me for his father he shall take,

“ his God and rock of safety call; 27 “ Him I my first-born son will make,

“and earthly kings his subjects all. 28 “ To him

my mercy


secure, my cov’nant make for ever fast: 29 “ His seed for ever shall endure; “his throne, till heaven dissolves, shall last.

PART II. 30 “ But if his heirs my law forsake,

“ and from my sacred precepts stray; 31 “ If they my righteous statutes break,

nor strictly my commands obey; 32 “ Their sins I'll visit with a rod,

" and for their folly make them smart; 33 “ Yet will not cease to be their God,

nor from my truth, like them, depart. 34 " My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,

“ but in remembrance fast retain ; “ The thing that once my lips have spoke

56 shall in eternal force remain.

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35 “ Once I have sworn, but once for all,

“ and made my holiness the tie, “ That I my grant will ne'er recall,

nor to my servant David lie: 36 “ Whose throne and race the constant sun “shall, like his course,

establish'd see; 37 “ Of this my oath, thou conscious moon,

“in heaven my faithful witness be." 38 Such was thy gracious promise, Lord;

but thou hast now our tribes forsook, Thy own Anointed hast abhorr'd,

and turn'd on him thy wrathful look. 39 Thou seemest to have render'd void

the cov'nant with thy servant made; Thou hast his dignity destroy'd,

and in the dust his honour laid. 40 Of strong holds thou hast him bereft,

and brought his bulwarks to decay; 41 His frontier coasts defenceless left,

a public scorn, and common prey. 42 His ruin does glad triumphs yield

to foes, advanc'd by thee to might; 43 Thou hast his conqu’ring sword unsteeld,

his valour turn'd to shameful flight. 44 His glory is to darkness fled,

his throne is levell’d with the ground; 45 His youth to wretched bondage led,

with shame o’erwhelm'd and sorrow drown'd. 46 How long shall we thy absence mourn?

wilt thou for ever, Lord, retire ? Shall thy consuming anger burn,

till that and we at once expire? 47 Consider, Lord, how short a space

thou dost for mortal life ordain; No method to prolong the race,

but loading it with grief and pain. 48 What man is he that can control

death's strict unalterable doom? Or rescue from the


his soul, the grave that dost mankind entomb? 49 Lord, where's thy love, thy boundless grace,

the oath to which thy truth did seal, Consign'd to David and his race,

the grant which time shall ne'er repeal? 50 See how thy servants treated are

with infamy, reproach and spite; Which in my silent breast I bear,

from nations of licentious might. 51 How they, reproaching thy great name,

have made thy servant's hope their jest; 52 Yet thy just praises we'll proclaim,

and ever sing, The Lord be blest.

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PSALM XC. 1 LORD, the Saviour and defence

of us thy chosen race, From age to age thou still hast been

our sure abiding-place. 2 Before thou brought'st the mountains forth,

or th' earth and world didst frame, Thou always wast the mighty God,

and ever art the same. 3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,

of which he first was made; And when thou speak'st the word, Retúrn,

'tis instantly obey’d. 4 For in thy sight a thousand years

are like a day that's past, Or like a watch in dead of night,

whose hours unminded waste. 5 Thou sweep’st us off as with a flood,

we vanish hence like dreams; At first we grow


that feels
the sun's reviving beams :
6 But howsoever fresh and fair

its morning beauty shows; 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite,

before the ev'ning close. 7, 8 We by thine anger are consum’d,

and by thy wrath dismay'd; Our public crimes and secret sins

before thy sight are laid. 9 Beneath thy anger's sad effects

our drooping days we spend; Our unregarded years break off,

like tales that quickly end. 10 Our term of time is seventy years,

an age that few survive; But if, with more than common strength,

to eighty we arrive, Yet then our boasted strength decays,

to sorrow turn'd and pain; So soon the slender thread is cut, and we no more remain.

11 But who thy anger's dread effects

does, as he ought, revere?
And yet thy wrath does fall or rise,

as more or less we fear.
12 So teach us, Lord, th’ uncertain sum

of our short days to mind, That to true wisdom all our hearts

may ever be inclin’d.

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