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Lord , show'r on us Thy grace,
Enrich with gifts divine.
Let Thy illustrious Face
Upon Thy servants shine.
That all below
The arched sky
May Thee and Thy
Salvation know.

Let all Thy praise rehearse
With one united voice.
Sing in melodious verse,
Eternally rejoice.
Thy pow'r obey,
Whose justice shall
Dispose of all,
All sceptres sway.

Let all extoll Thy worth;
Then shall the smiling earth
Her pleasant fruits bring forth,
Nor ever mourn in dearth.

Part I.

H APPY sons of Israel,
Who in pleasant Canaan dwell,
Fill the air with shouts of joy,
Shouts redoubled from the sky!
Sing the Great Jehovah's praise,
Trophies to His glory raise,
Say, How wonderful Thy deeds!
Lord, Thy pow'r all pow'r exceeds!
Conquest on Thy sword doth sit,
Trembling foes through fear submit.
Let the many-peopled earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Worship our Eternal King,
Hymns unto His honour sing.
Come and see what God hath wrought,

Part I.

D UE honours, Lord, on Thee attend,
Where Sion's sacred tow'rs ascend.
There Thy devoted Israelites
Shall pay their vows with solemn rites.
To Thee shall all mankind repair,
Since Thou vouchsaf'st to hear our pray'r.
Our sins Thy mercies expiate,
When burthen'd with their loathed weight.
Thrice happy he of whom Thou mak'st
Thy choice, and to Thy service tak'st;
That may within Thy courts reside,
There with Thy goodness satisfied,
And taste of that sincere delight

Thou Great Protector, hear my cry,
Save from my dreadful enemy.
O vindicate
From their close hate
Who for my soul in ambush lie.
From their blind rage protect
Who truth and Thee reject.

Who whet their tongues more sharp than swords,
Their arrows draw, e'en bitter words,
To wound th' upright
With fierce delight,
When time to their desire accords;
Then on a sudden shoot,
Nor fear divine pursuit.

Confirm'd in skilful malice, they
Conspire, their nets in secret lay,
And say, What eye

To Thee, O God, my God, I pray
Before the dawning of the day.
My soul and wasting flesh
With thirsty ardour Thee desire,
In soils scorch'd with aetherial fire,
Whose drought no show'rs refresh.

That in Thy sanctuary I
May see Thy pow'r and majesty
Once more with ravish'd eyes.
My lips shall celebrate Thy praise,
Thy goodness more than length of days
Or life itself I prize.

Extoll'd while I have utterance,
To Thee will I my palms advance,
That wilt with marrow feast.

Lord , Thou art the only scope
Of my never-fainting hope,
My salvation, my defence,
Refuge of my innocence.
Thou the rock I build upon,
Not by man to be o'erthrown.
How long will you machinate,
Persecute with causeless hate?
You shall like a tott'ring wall,
Like a batter'd bulwark, fall.
All conspire to cast me down,
From my brows to tear my crown.
Full of fraud, they bless in show,
When their thoughts with curses flow.
Yet my soul on God attends,
All my hope on Him depends.

My God, Thy servant hear,
O lend a willing ear.
In exile my sad heart
From earth's remotest part,
O'erwhelm'd with miseries,
To Thee for succour cries,
To that high Rock, O lead,
So far above my head,
That wert and art my tow'r,
Against oppressing pow'r,
For to Thy sacred court
I ever shall resort,
Secure beneath Thy wings
From all their menacings.
Ev'n Thou my suit hast sign'd,
A king by Thee design'd,
To govern such as will
Thy holy law fulfill.
Whom Thou long life wilt give,

Cast off, and scatter'd in Thine ire,
Lord, on our woes with pity look.
The land's enforc'd foundations shook,
Whose yawning ruptures sighs expire
O cure the breaches Thou hast rent,
And make her firmly permanent.

Our souls Thou hast with sorrow fed,
And mad'st us drink of deadly wine.
Yet now Thy ensigns giv'st to Thine,
Ev'n when beset with trembling dread,
That we Thy banner may display,
Whilst truth to conquest makes our way.

O hear us, who Thy aid implore,

Lord , save me from mine enemies,
From those who thus against me rise,
Like an incensed flood;
From those who in impiety
Place their delight, and long to dye
Their hands in guiltless blood.

Lo! for my soul they lie in wait,
The mighty join their pow'r and hate,
Without my blame or crime.
Without my crime they weapons take,
And persecute my soul. Awake
My God! assist in time.

Great God of hosts, of Israel,
These all-oppressing tyrants quell,
Nor be to mercy won.

Pernicious counsellors! give you
Sincere advice, to justice true?
Or virtue but in show pursue?

Your hearts are still on mischief bent,
Your hands impure and violent,
Nor favour truth, nor wrong prevent.

Ev'n from the womb they blindly stray,
Born and perverted in one day,
Lie, slander, flatter, and betray.

Like serpents with black poison swell,
And, charm th' enchanter ne'er so well,
More deaf than asps his charms repell.

Lord, slit their tongues before they speak,