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To God my suppliant voice I rear,
With holy violence his ear
Solicit, and expectant kneel,
Till He my inward anguish heal.

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To Him with servent zeal I cried,
In whom alone my hopes reside;
With stretch'd-out hand, and restless thought,
Beset with woes, his aid I sought:

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When night's dark shades the earth invest,
And weary Nature sinks to rest,
Still, deaf to comfort, I complain,
And give my struggling griefs the rein.

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Thy Confines, Judah , God have known,
His greatness Israel 's Offspring own,
His glories Salem 's temple fill,
And rest on Sion 's sacred hill.

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There broke his hand the sword and shield,
And cast them useless on the field;
There snap'd the arrows wing'd with sire,
And bade the raging War expire.

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O cloth'd with Majesty divine,
O say, what strength shall equal thine;
Not such the Mountains boast, whose seat
To robbers yield a safe retreat.

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Thy Name, immortal God, thy name
Our love and highest praise shall claim,
Whose Acts attest thee ever near,
And plant within each heart thy fear.

2.

To Me, to Me the hour is known,
When, seated on th' appointed Throne,
My Justice shall assert its Laws,
And arbitrate each dubious cause.

3.

Though all the Land before mine eye
Dissolv'd in wide confusion lie,
Secure from lapse its pillars stand,
And rest on my supporting hand.

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O Thou, whose hand has Israel led,
His fold enlarg'd, his pasture spread,
Why hast thou doom'd us thus to bear
A long exclusion from thy care?

2.

Why thus beneath thy anger groan
The Flock whom Thou hast seal'd thine own?
Call to thy thought the sacred Band
Once own'd the purchase of thy hand:

3.

The Heritage by Thee redeem'd,
Fair Sion 's Mount, where copious stream'd.
Th' eternal light, and spoke her Shrine
The Seat of Majesty divine:

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Yes: mightiest Lord! Mysoul has known
Thy Love to Israel 's Offspring shown,
And owns the Bliss by Thee ordain'd
To each who bears a heart unstain'd.

2.

Yet griev'd awhile thy paths, my God,
With hesitating step I trod,
And, but for Thee, the faithful Guide,
My erring feet had swerv'd aside.

3.

As fix'd in happiest state I see
The foes to Virtue, Truth, and Thee,
Their Blessings on my thoughts impress'd
With envy near had fill'd my breast:

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Instruct, great God, the kingly heart,
Nor cease thy guidance to impart,
Till, pleas'd, the Heir of Judah 's throne
Thy precept's full extent has known.

2.

So shall his hand dispense thy Laws,
Prompt to defend the poor man's cause,
In his protecting arm the meek
With sure success their aid shall seek.

3.

Peace from the fort-clad Mountain's brow
Shall bless the happy plains below,
And Justice from each rocky cell
Shall Violence and Fraud expel.

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On Thee, O God, with steady frame,
(O blast not Thou my hope with shame)
On Thee my Soul its trust has staid,
And asks thy Justice to its aid:

2.

Thy Servant, God of Gods supreme,
O hear, and hasten to redeem;
Be Thou my Rock, and safe Resort; —
My Rock thou art, my strongest Fort:

3.

Thy lips my rescue have decreed,
And bid each threaten'd ill recede:
O let thy promis'd help o'erthrow
Each impious and revengeful Foe.

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Haste to my aid, my Saviour, haste;
My Soul, by hostile numbers chas'd,
To Thee directs its pray'r:
In wild confusion backward borne
Their wish defeated let them mourn,
And lost in empty air.

2.

Be shame their just reward assign'd,
While round me with relentless mind
Derision's shout they raise:
Thy Bliss let All who seek thee share,
And, taught thy Love, that Love declare

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To Thee I call; O haste thee near,
My voice, great God, indulgent hear;
Extend thy powerful arm, and save
My soul from the voracious wave.

2.

In depths of mire behold me bound;
In vain my sinking feet the ground
Explore; while high above my head
The whelming floods their billows spread.

3.

Faint are my limbs, my palate dry,
While ceaseless to my God I cry;
With wasting orbs my eyes attend
To see his promis'd grace descend.

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Let God arise, and let his foes,
His arm unable to oppose,
Back from the field, with wild affright
O'erwhelm'd, precipitate their flight.

2.

Behold, great God, the impious Host
Like smoke in quick dispersion lost:
Behold them, at thy look, expire,
Dissolv'd, as wax before the fire;

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While all who own thy just command.
Exulting in thy presence stand,
And bid the shout of triumph rise
Loud echoing to the distant skies.

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