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1.

Let not the Sinner's wealth or might
The envy of thy soul excite:
Anon thine eye shall see him fade
Quick as the flow'r or vernal blade,
That now rejoicing lifts the head,
Now with'ring on the earth is spread.

2.

But Thou thy will to Heav'n's high Lord
(His Faith thy trust, thy rule his Word,)
Submit, and nourish'd by his hand
Inherit from his gift the Land:
In Him delight, on Him depend;
Him chuse thy Guide, thy Way, thy End.

3.

So shall his Love thy wishes grant,

1.

Behold the wretch, in error lost,
Whose stubborn heart with impious boast
His Law rejects, his fear denies,
Who form'd the earth, and seas, and skies;

2.

He ne'er repentant looks within,
To view the measure of his sin;
His tongue to falsehood train'd, his mind
No more to acts of good inclin'd;

3.

Concerted mischiefs croud his breast,
And rob his midnight hours of rest;
Nor Wisdom to her paths his will
Can turn, or wean his soul from ill.

4.

1.

Do Thou, just God, my cause defend,
O let thy pow'r its aid extend,
And make my quarrel thine; my foes
Let thy resistless arm oppose;
Arise thy speediest help to yield,
And reach the corslet, reach the shield,
Grasp in thy hand the glitt'ring lance,
And obvious in the breach advance;
Say to my troubled Soul; " In Me
" Thy strength and sure salvation see. "

2.

Let shame their glowing cheeks o'erspread,
Whose ceaseless threats excite my dread;
And let them, struck with wild affright,

1.

Thee will I thank, and day by day
Form to thy praise the joyful lay;
From morn to eve the song extend,
Thee boast my Father, Thee my Friend:
2.

While pleas'd each heart of humble frame
Shall wake, great God, to hear thy fame;
His voice let each triumphant raise,
And sing with Me your Maker's praise.

3.

To Him my Soul disclos'd its care;
He heard, and present to my pray'r
(His faithful buckler o'er me held,)
Each terror from my breast dispell'd.

4.

1.

Ye Saints (to you the talk belongs,
And Praise sits comely on your tongues;)
Bless, bless Jehovah! sweet the joy
When talks like these the voice employ;
Wake to Jehovah 's name the lute,
Nor let the ten-string'd lyre be mute.

2.

O sing, in accents loud and strong,
O sing some new-invented song;
And let the finger's artful stroke
The psalt'ry's various pow'r provoke,
And teach the praise of Israel 's Lord
To vibrate on the sounding chord.

3.

1.

How blest the Man, whose conscious grief
From Thee, great God, has found relief;
Whose guilt thy boundless Love has veil'd,
His fears compos'd, his weakness heal'd;

2.

To whom th' offences of his hand
No longer now imputed stand,
Who learns thy precepts to revere,
Whose heart is pure, whose tongue sincere.

3.

While deep within my lab'ring breast
My mind its dire disease suppress'd,
Incessant groans, that shun'd controul,
Betray'd the anguish of my soul.

4.

1.

Lord (for on Thee supported stand
My hopes,) O let thy aiding hand
The justice of my cause proclaim,
And save me from impending shame.

2.

Thy ear, thou Majesty divine,
Propitious to my pray'r incline:
Haste to my help, and let thy pow'r
My rock present and brazen tow'r:

3.

That rock, that tow'r, my God, in Thee,
Snatch'd from surrounding ills, I see;
Shew me thy path, and so thy Name
Shall praise and thanks perpetual claim.

4.

1.

To Thee, great Ruler of the skies,
Whose arm its constant aid supplies,
While vanquish'd foes confess my sway,
My heart its ready vows shall pay;
My grateful tongue, immortal King,
Thy mercy shall for ever sing.

2.

As, press'd with woe, to Thee I cried,
Thy hand its healing pow'r applied,
And, while increasing languors gave
The signal to th' expecting grave
This mortal fabrick to receive,
Revers'd the doom, and bade me live.

3.

Ye faithful Sons of Israel 's name,

1.

Sing, ye Sons of Might, O sing
Praise to Heav'n's eternal King;
Raise to Him some new-taught song,
To his praise the note prolong.

2.

Pow'r and strength to Him assign,
And before his hallow'd shrine
Yield the homage that his Name
From a Creature's lips may claim.

3.

Hark! his voice in thunder breaks;
Hush'd to silence, while he speaks,
Ocean's waves from pole to pole.
Hear the awful accents roll:

4.

See, as louder yet they rise,

1.

God my Strength, to Thee I pray;
Turn not Thou thine ear away;
Left, while to thy Suppliant's cry
Thou thy answer shalt deny,
Sudden I my place assume
'Midst the tenants of the tomb:
Gracious to my vows attend,
While the humble knee I bend,
And, inspir'd with holy fear,
Tow'rd thy shrine my hands uprear.

2.

Give me not thy wrath to know,
Nor to feel the vengeful blow
By thy just decrees assign'd
To the Men of impious mind,
Who, their hearts intent on wrong,