The utter ruin of thy faints,
almoft with forrow spent.

9 Thou God of our falvation, help,
and free our fouls from blame;
So fhall our pardon and defence
exalt thy glorious Name.d
10 Let infidels, that fcoffing fay,
"Where is the God they boaft?"
In vengeance for thy flaughter'd faints,
perceive thee to their coft.

11 Lord, hear the fighing pris'ner's moans,
thy faving pow'r extend;

Preferve the wretches doom'd to die,
from that untimely end.

12 On them who us opprefs let allt
our fuff'rings be repaid;

Make their confufion fev'n times more
than what on us they laid.

13 So we, thy people and thy flock,
fhall ever praife thy Name;

6 For us the heathen nations round,
as for a common prey, conteft;
Our foes with spiteful joys abound,
and at our loft condition jeft.
7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
the luftre of thy face difplay;
And all the ills we fuffer now,

like fcatter'd clouds, fhall país away.
PART II.

8 Thou brought'ft a vine from Egypt's land;
and, cafting out the heathen race,
Did'ft plant it with thine own right-hand,
and firmly fix it in their place.
9 Before it thou prepard'ft the way,

and mad'ft it take a lafting root, Which, blefs'd with thy indulgent ray o'er all the land did widely thoot. 10, 11 The hills were cover'd with its fhade, its goodly boughs did cedars feem; Its branches to the fea were spread,

and reach'd to proud Euphrates' ftream. 12 Why then haft thou its hedge o'erthrown, which thou haft made fo firm and strong? Whilft all its grapes, defenceless grown, are pluck'd by those that pass along. 13 See how the briftling foreft-boar with dreadful fury lays it wafte; Hark! how the savage monsters roar, and to their helpless prey make haste.

PART III.

14 To thee, O God of hofts, we pray; thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew; From heav'n, thy throne, this vine survey, and her fad state with pity view.

15 Behold the vineyard made by thee,

which thy right-hand did guard fo long; And keep that branch from danger free, which for thyself thou mad'ft fo ftrong. 16 To wafting flames 'tis made a prey,

And all its spreading boughs cut down ; At thy rebuke they foon decay, and perish at thy dreadful frown.

17 Crown thou the King with good fuccefs, by thy right-hand fecur'd from wrong; The Son of Man in mercy bless,

whom for thyself thou mad'ft so strong. 18 So fhall we ftill continue free

from whatfoe'er deferves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee, will always praise thy holy Name. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou the luftre of thy face difplay, And all the ills we fuffer now,

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like scatter'd clouds, fhall pafs away.
PSALM LXXXI.

O God, our never failing strength,
with loud applaufes fing;

And jointly make a cheerful noise

to Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praife, and touch your inftruments of joy;

Let pfalteries and pleafant harps your grateful fkill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon their joyful voices raife,

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To celebrate th' appointed time, the folemn day of praise.

For this a ftatute was of old," which Jacob's God decreed; To be with pious care obferv'd by Ifrael's chosen feed.

5 This he for a memorial fix'd,

when, freed from Egypt's land,

Strange nations' barb'rous fpeech we heard, but could not understand.

6 Your burden'd fhoulders I reliev'd, (thus feems our God to say)

Your fervile hands by me were freed, from lab'ring in the clay.

7 Your ancestors, with wrongs opprefs'd, to me for aid did call;

With pity I their fuff'rings faw,

and fet them free from all.

They fought for me, and from the cloud in thunder I reply'd;

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At Meribah's contentious stream their faith and duty try'd.

PART II.

8 While I my folemn will declare,
my chofen people, hear:
If thou, O Ifrael, to my words
wilt lend thy lift'ning ear;
9 Then fhall no god befides myfelf
within thy coasts be found;
Nor fhalt thou worship any god
of all the nations round.

10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee
brought forth from Egypt's land;
'Tis I that all thy juft defires
fupply with lib'ral hand.

11 But they, my chofen race, refus'd
to hearken to my voice;

Nor would rebellious Ifrael's fons
make me their happy choice.

12 So I, provok'd, refign'd them up,
to ev'ry luft a prey ;

And in their own perverse defigns
permitted them to ftray.

13 O that my people wifely would
my juft commandments heed!
And Ifrael in my righteous ways
with pious care proceed!

14 Then thould my heavy judgments fall on all that them oppose, And my avenging hand be turn'd against their num'rous foes.

15 Their enemies and mine should all before my foot-ftool bend;

But as for them, their happy ftate, fhould never know an end.

16 All parts with plenty fhould abound; with fineft wheat their field:

The barren rocks, to please their taste, should richest honey yield.

PSALM LXXXII.

OD in the great affembly stands, where his impartial eye

GOD

In ftate furveys the earthly gods, and does their judgments try. 2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge, or be to finners kind?

Defend the orphans and the poor;
let fuch your juftice find.

4 Protect the humble helpless man,
reduc'd to deep diftrefs;
And let not him become a prey
to fuch as would opprefs.
5 They neither know, nor will they learn,
but blindly rove and ftray;
Justice and truth, the world's fupports,
through all the land decay.

6 Well then might God in anger fay,
"I've call'd you by my Name;
"I've faid ye're gods, and all ally'd
"to the Moft High in fame:
"But ne'ertheless your unjuft deeds

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"to ftrict account I'll call ;

"You all fhall die like common men,
"like other tyrants fall."

8 Arife, and thy juft judgments, Lord,
throughout the earth difplay;
And all the nations of the world
fhall own thy righteous fway.
PSALM LXXXIII.

ÖLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, no longer filent be;

HOLD

Nor with confenting quiet looks

our ruin calmly fee.

2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes

o'er all the land are spread;

And those, who hate thy faints and thee lift up their threat'ning head.

3 Against thy zealous people, Lord, they craftily combine;

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And to destroy thy chofen faints

have laid their close design.

"Come let us cut them off," say they,

"their nation quite deface;

"That no remembrance may remain
"of Ifrael's hated race."