7 Some trust in steeds for war defign'd;
on chariots fome rely;

Against them all we'll call to mind
the pow'r of God most high.

8 But from their fteeds and chariots thrown, behold them through the plain, Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down, whilft firm our troops remain.

9 Still fave us, Lord, and ftill proceed our rightful caufe to blefs;

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Hear, King of Heav'n, in times of need, the pray'rs that we address.

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PSALM XXI.

HE king, O Lord, with fongs of praise
fhall in thy ftrength rejoice;

With thy falvation crown'd, fhall raise
to Heav'n his cheerful voice.

2 For thou, whate'er his lips request,
not only doft impart ;

But haft, with thy acceptance, blest
the wishes of his heart.

3 Thy goodness and thy tender care
have all his hopes outgone;

A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear,
and fett'ft it firmly on.

4 He pray'd for life; and thou, O Lord,
did'ft to his pray'r attend,

And gracioufly to him afford

a life that ne'er fhall end.

5 Thy fure defence through nations round
has fpread his glorious name;

And his fuccefsful actions crown'd
with majefty and fame.

6 Eternal bleffings thou beftow'st,

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and mak'ft his joys increase;

Whilft thou to him unclouded fhow'ft the brightness of thy face.

PART II.

Because the king on God alone

for timely aid relies;

His mercy ftill fupports his throne,

and all his wants fupplies.

8 But righteous Lord, thy ftubborn foes fhall feel thy heavy hand;

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Thy vengeful arm fhall find out those,
that hate thy mild command.
When thou against them doft engage,
thy juft but dreadful doom
Shall, like a glowing oven's rage,
their hopes and them confume.
10 Nor fhall thy furious anger cease,
or with their ruin end;

But root out all their guilty race,
and to their feed extend.

11 For all their thoughts were fet on ill,
their hearts on malice bent;

But thou with watchful care didft ftill
the ill effects prevent.

12 While they their swift retreat shall make
to 'scape thy dreadful might,
Thy swifter arrows fhall o'ertake,
and gall them in their flight.

13 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous ftrength disclose, and thus exalt thy fame;

Whilft we glad fongs of praise compofe
to thy almighty, name.

PSALM XXII.

Y God, my God, why leav'ft thou me when I with anguish faint?

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O! why fo far from me remov'd,
and from my loud complaint?

2 All day, but all the day unheard,
to thee I do complain;

With cries implore relief all night,
but cry all night in vain.

3 Yet thou art ftill the righteous Judge
of innocence opprefs'd;
And therefore Ifrael's praifes are
of right to thee address'd.

4,5 On thee our ancestors rely'd,
and thy deliv'rance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,

and with fuccefs were crown'd.

6 But I am treated like a worm; like none of human birth;

Not only by the great revil'd,

but made the rabble's mirth.

7 With laughter all the gazing crowd my agonies furvey;

They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
and thus deriding fay;

8" In God he trufted, boafting oft
"that he was Heav'n's delight;
"Let God come down to fave him now,
"and own his favourite."

PART II.

9 Thou mad'ft my teeming mother's womb a living offspring bear; When but a fuckling at the breaft,

I was thy early care.

10 Thou, guardian-like, didft shield from wrongs my helpless infant days;

And fince haft been my God, and guide through life's bewilder'd ways.

11 Withdraw not then fo far from me,
when trouble is fo nigh;

O, fend me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.

12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning herd,
from Bafan's foreft met,

With ftrength proportion'd to their rage, have me around befet.

13 They gape on me, and ev'ry mouth.

a yawning grave appears;

The defert lion's favage roar

lefs dreadful is than theirs.

PART III.

14 My blood like water's fpill'd, my joints are rack'd and out of frame;

My heart diffolves within my breast,

like wax before the flame.

15 My ftrength, like potter's earth, is parch'd; my tongue cleaves to my jaws;

And to the filent fhades of death my fainting foul withdraws.

16 Like blood-hounds, to furround me, they

in pack'd affemblies meet:

They pierc'd my inoffenfive hands; they pierc'd my harmless feet. 17 My body's rack'd, till all my bones diftinctly may be told;

Yet fuch a fpectacle of woe

as paftime they behold.

18 As fpoil, my garments they divide, lots for my vefture cast;

19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength, and to my fuccour hafte.

20 From their fharp fwords protect thou me; of all but life bereft :

Nor let my darling in the pow'r
of cruel dogs be left.

21 To fave me from the lion's jaws,
thy prefent fuccour fend;

As once, from goring unicorns,
thou didst my life defend.

22 Then to my brethren I'll declare
the triumphs of thy name;

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In presence of assembled faints
thy glory thus proclaim:
"Ye worshippers of Jacob's God,
"all you of Ifrael's line,

"O praise the Lord, and to your praise

"fincere obedience join.

24" He ne'er difdain'd on low distress
"to caft a gracious eye;
"Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
"but hears its humble cry."
PART IV.

25 Thus, in thy facred courts, will I
my cheerful thanks express;

In presence of thy faints perform the vows of my distress.

26 The meek companions of my grief fhall find my table spread;

And all that feek the Lord shall be with joys immortal fed.

27 Then fhall the glad converted world to God their homage pay;

And scatter'd nations of the earth one fov'reign Lord obey.

28 'Tis his fupreme prerogative

o'er fubject kings to reign;

'Tis juft that he fhould rule the world,
who does the world fuftain.

29 The rich, who are with plenty fed,
his bounty must confefs;

The fons of want, by him reliev'd,
their gen'rous patron bless.
With humble worship to his throne
they all for aid refort;

That pow'r, which first their beings gave,
can only them fupport.

30, 31 Then fhall a chofen fpotless race,
devoted to his Name,

To their admiring heirs his truth,
and glorious acts, proclaim.

PSALM XXIII.

HE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, vouchfafes to be my Guide;

The Shepherd, by whofe conftant care,
my wants are all fupply'd.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
and gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool fhades, and where
refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring foul reclaim,
and, to his endless praise,
Inftruct with humble zeal to walk
in his moft righteous ways.

4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
from fear and danger free;

For there his aiding rod and staff
defend and comfort me.

5 In prefence of my spiteful foes
he does my table spread;

He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, with oil anoints my head.

6 Since God doth thus his wond'rous love

through all my life extend,

That life to him I will devote, and in his temple spend.