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Part I.

G OD is my Saviour, my clear Light;
Who then can my repose affright?
Or what appear
Worth such a fear,
My life protected by His might?
Vain hatred, vain their pow'r,
That would my life devour.

These fell, when they against me fought.
The wicked suffer'd what they sought.
Though troops of foes
At once enclose,
Of fear I would not lodge a thought:
Should armies compass me,

LORD , judge my cause: Thy piercing eye

Beholds my soul's integrity.
How can I fall:
When I, and all
My hopes on Thee rely?
Examine, try my reins and heart;
Thou, mercy's source, my object art;
Nor from Thy truth
Have I in youth,
Or will in age depart.

Men sold to sin offend my sight,
I hate the two-tongued hypocrite;
Those who devise
Malicious lies,
And in their crimes delight.

Part I.

O N Thee with confidence I call,
To Thee my troubled soul erect;
Lord, let not shame my look deject,
Nor malice triumph in my fall.
Thy servants save; but those confound,
Who innocence with slander wound.

In Thy disclosed paths direct;
Thy truth, that leading star display,
O my Redeemer! ev'ry day
My dangers Thy relief expect.

The round and many-peopled earth,
What from her womb extract their birth,
And whom her foodful breast sustains,
Are His, Who high in glory reigns,
The land in moving seas hath plac'd,
By ever-toiling floods embrac'd.
Who shall upon His mountain rest?
Who in His sanctuary feast?
Ev'n he whose hands are innocent;
His heart unsoil'd with foul intent;
Whom swoln ambition, avarice,
Nor tempting pleasures can entice;
Who only their infection fears;
And never fraudulently swears,
The Lord his Saviour him shall bless,

Part I.

My God! O why hast Thou forsook,
Why, O so far withdrawn Thine aid,
Nor when I roared pity took?
My God, by day to Thee I pray'd,
And when night's curtains were display'd;
Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a look.

Yet Thou art holy, thron'd on high,
The Israelites Thy praise resound;
Our fathers did on Thee rely,
Their faith with wreaths of conquest crown'd:

Lord , in Thy salvation,
In the strength which Thou hast shown,
Greatly shall the king rejoice.
How will joy exalt his voice!
Thou hast granted his request;
Of his heart's desire possess'd;
Blest with blessings manifold;
Crown'd with sparkling gems and gold.
Pray'd-for life Thou granted hast;
Length of days which never waste;
By Thy safeguard glorious made;
With high majesty array'd:
Of resistless pow'r possess'd;
By Thy favours ever bless'd.
Lo! his joys are infinite;
Joy reflected from Thy sight:

The Lord in thy adversity
Regard thy cry;
Great Jacob's God with safety arm,
And shield from harm;
Help from His sanctuary send,
And out of Sion thee defend.

Thy odours, which pure flames consume,
Be His perfume,
May He accept thy sacrifice,
Fir'd from the skies.
For ever thy endeavours bless;
And crown thy counsels with success.

We will of thy deliv'rance sing,
Triumphant king:
Our ensigns in that pray'd-for day
With joy display;
Ev'n in the Name of God. O still

Part I.

G OD'S glory the vast heav'ns proclaim,
The firmament His mighty frame;
Day unto day and night to night
The wonders of His works recite.
To these nor speech nor words belong,
Yet understood without a tongue.
The globe of earth they compass round,
Through all the world disperse their sound,
There is the sun's pavilion set,
Who from his rosy cabinet,
Like a fresh bridegroom shows his face,
And as a giant runs his race.
He riseth in the dawning east,

Part I.

M Y heart on Thee is fix'd, my Strength, my Pow'r,
My stedfast Rock, my Fortress, my high Tow'r,
My God, my Safety, and my Confidence,
The Horn of my salvation, my Defence.
My songs shall Thy deserved praise resound;
For at my pray'rs Thou wilt my foes confound.
Sorrows of death on ev'ry side assail'd,
And dreadful floods of impious men prevail'd;
Sorrows of hell my compass'd soul dismay'd,
And to entrap me deadly snares were laid.
In this distress I cried, and call'd upon

Lord , grant my just request; O hear my cry,
And pray'rs that lips untouch'd with guile unfold!
My cause before Thy high tribunal try,
And let Thine eyes my righteousness behold.

Thou prov'st my heart ev'n in the night's recess,
Like metal tri'st me, yet no dross hast found;
I am resolv'd, my tongue shall not transgress,
But on Thy word will all my actions ground.

So shall I from the paths of tyrants fly;
O, lest I slip, direct my steps by Thine!
I Thee invoke, for Thou wilt hear my cry;