99 For he remember'd they were flesh, that could not long remain;

A murmuring wind, that's quickly past, and ne'er returns again.

40 How oft did they provoke him there, how oft his patience grieve,

In that same desert where he did

their fainting souls relieve!

41 They tempted him by turning back,
and wickedly repined,
When Israel's God refused to be

by their desires confined.

42 Nor call'd to mind the hand and day that their redemption brought;

43 His signs in Egypt, wondrous works in Zoan's valley wrought.

44 He turn'd their rivers into blood, that man and beast forbore,

And rather chose to die of thirst,
than drink the putrid gore.

45 He sent devouring swarms of flies;
hoarse frogs annoy'd their soil;
46 Locusts and caterpillars reap'd
the harvest of their toil.

47 Their vines with battering hail were broke; with frost the fig-tree dies;

48 Lightning and hail made flocks and herds one general sacrifice.

49 He turn'd his anger loose, and set no time for it to cease;

And with their plagues ill angels sent, their torments to increase.

50 He clear'd a passage for his wrath to ravage uncontroll'd;

The murrain on their firstlings seized, in every field and fold.

51 The deadly pest from beast to man, from field to city, came;

It slew their heirs, their eldest hopes,
through all the tents of Ham.

52 But his own tribe, like folded sheep,
he brought from their distress;
And them conducted like a flock,
throughout the wilderness.

53 He led them on, and in their way
no cause of fear they found;

But march'd securely through those deeps, in which their foes were drown'd.

54 Nor ceased his care, till them he brought safe to his promised land;

And to his holy mount, the prize

of his victorious hand.

55 To them the outcast heathen's land he did by lot divide;

And in their foe's abandon'd tents made Israel's tribes reside.

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56 Yet still they tempted, still provoked the wrath of God most high; Nor would to practise his commands

their stubborn hearts apply;

57 But in their faithless fathers' steps perversely chose to go;

They turn'd aside, like arrows shot from some deceitful bow.

58 For him to fury they provoked with altars set on high; And with their graven images inflamed his jealousy.

59 When God heard this, on Israel's tribes, his wrath and hatred fell;

60 He quitted Shiloh, and the tents where once he chose to dwell.

61 To vile captivity his ark, his glory to disdain,

62 His people to the sword he gave, nor would his wrath restrain.

63 Destructive war their ablest youth untimely did confound;

No virgin was to th' altar led,

with nuptial garlands crown'd. 64 In fight the sacrificer fell,

the priest a victim bled;

And widows who their death should mourn, themselves of grief were dead.

65 Then, as a giant roused from sleep, whom wine had throughly warm'd, Shouts out aloud, the Lord awaked, and his proud foe alarm'd.

66 He smote their host, that from the field a scatter'd remnant came,

With wounds imprinted on their backs of everlasting shame..

67 With conquest crown'd, he Joseph's tents and Ephraim's tribe forsook;

68 But Judah chose, and Sion's mount for his loved dwelling took.

69 His temple he erected there, with spires exalted high;

While deep, and fix'd, as those of earth, the strong foundations lie.

70 His faithful servant David too he for his choice did own,

And from the sheepfolds him advanced
to sit on Judah's throne.

71 From tending on the teeming ewes
he brought him forth to feed
His own inheritance, the tribes

of Israel's chosen seed.

72 Exalted thus, the monarch proved a faithful shepherd still;

He fed them with an upright heart, and guided them with skill.

PSALM 79.

BEHOLD, O God, how heathen hosts

have thy possession seized!

Thy sacred house they have defiled, thy holy city razed!

2 The mangled bodies of thy saints abroad unbury'd lay;

Their flesh exposed to savage beasts, and ravenous birds of prey.

3 Quite through Jerusalem was their blood like common water shed;

And none were left alive to pay

last duties to the dead.

4 The neighbouring lands our small remains with loud reproaches wound;

And we a laughing-stock are made

to all the nations round.

6 How long wilt thou be angry, Lord? must we for ever mourn?

Shall thy devouring jealous rage,
like fire, for ever burn?

6 On foreign lands, that know not thee,
thy heavy vengeance shower;
Those sinful kingdoms let it crush,
that have not own'd thy power.

7 For their devouring jaws have prey'd
on Jacob's chosen race;
And to a barren desert turn'd

their fruitful dwelling-place.

8 O think not on our former sins,
but speedily prevent
The utter ruin of thy saints,

almost with sorrow spent.

9 Thou God of our salvation, help,
and free our souls from blame;
So shall our pardon and defence
exalt thy glorious name.

10 Let infidels, that scoffing say,
"Where is the God they boast?"
In vengeance for thy slaughter'd saints,
perceive thee to their cost.

11 Lord, hear the sighing prisoner's moans,
thy saving power extend;
Preserve the wretches doom'd to die,
from that untimely end.

12 On them who us oppress, let all

our sufferings be repaid;

Make their confusion seven times more than what on us they laid.

13 So we, thy people and thy flock, shall ever praise thy name; And with glad hearts our grateful thanks, from age to age proclaim.

PSALM 80.

ISRAEL's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear; Thou that dost on Cherubs ride,

again in solemn state appear.

2 Behold how Benjamin expects,
with Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
In our deliverance the effects

of thy resistless strength to find.
3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
the lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. 4 0 thou, whom heavenly hosts obey, how long shall thy fierce anger burn? How long thy suffering people pray,

and to their prayers have no return? 6 When hungry, we are forced to drench our scanty food in floods of wo; When dry, our raging thirst we quench with streams of tears that largely flow. 6 For us the heathen nations round, as for a common prey, contest; Our foes with spiteful joys abound, and at our lost condition jest.

7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
the lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

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8 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land;
and, casting out the heathen race,
Didst plant it with thine own right hand,
and firmly fix it in their place.

9 Before it thou preparedst the way,
and mad'st it take a lasting root,
Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray,

o'er all the land did widely shoot.

10, 11 The hills were cover'd with its shade, its goodly boughs did cedars seem;

Its branches to the sea were spread,

and reach'd to proud Euphrates' stream.
12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown,
which thou hast made so firm and strong
Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown,
are plucked by those that pass along.
13 See how the bristling forest boar
with dreadful fury lays it waste;
Hark! how the savage monsters roar,
⚫ and to their helpless prey make haste.
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14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray;
thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew;
From heaven, thy throne, this vine survey,
and her sad state with pity view.

15 Behold the vineyard made by thee,
which thy right hand did guard so long;
And keep that branch from danger free,
which for thyself thou mad'st so strong.
16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey,
and all its spreading boughs cut down;
At thy rebuke they soon decay,

and perish at thy dreadful frown.
17 Crown thou the King with good success,
by thy right hand secured from wrong;
The Son of Man in mercy bless,

whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong.

18 So shall we still continue free
from whatso'er deserves thy blame;
And, if once more revived by thee,
will always praise thy holy name.
19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
the lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
PSALM 8i.

10 God, our never-failing strength,
with loud applauses sing;

And jointly make a cheerful noise
to Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
your instruments of joy ;
Let psalteries and pleasant harps
your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
the solemn day of praise.
14 For this a statute was of old,
which Jacob's God decreed;
To be with pious care observed
by Israel's chosen seed.

$ This be for a memorial fix'd,
when, freed from Egypt's land, --
Strange nations' barbarous speech we heard,
but could not understand.

14, 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath, that on parch'd mountains grows, So let thy fierce pursuing wrath

with terrors strike thy foes.

16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with disgrace, that they may own thy name;

Or them confound, whose harden'd hearts
thy gentler means disclaim.

18 So shall the wondering world confess,
that thou, who claim'st alone
Jehovah's name, o'er all the earth
hast raised thy lofty throne.
PSALM 84.

GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
how lovely is the place

Where thou, enthroned in glory, show'st
the brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
to view thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
for thee, the living God.

3 The birds, more happy far than I,
around thy temple throng;
Securely there they build, and there
securely hatch their young.

4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God, how highly blest are they,

Who in thy temple always dwell,

and there thy praise display!

5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee there sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways

that to thy dwelling lead!

6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale, yet no refreshment want;

Their pools are fill'd with rain, which thou

at their request dost grant.

PSALM 35

LORD, thou hast granted to thy land

the favours we implored,

And faithful Jacob's captive race hast graciously restored.

2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiven, and all their guilt defaced;

Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on, nor thy fierce anger last.

4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts to thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears,
thy wrath no more may burn.

5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still,
and wrath so long retain ?
Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints
thy wonted comfort gain.

7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display,
which we have long implored;
And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
thy wonted aid afford.

8 God's answer patiently I'll wait ;
for he, with glad success,
If they no more to folly turn,

his mourning saints will bless.
9 To all that fear his holy name
his sure salvation's near;
And in its former happy state

our nation shall appear.

10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, and righteousness with peace,

Like kind companions, absent long, with friendly arms embrace.

11, 12 Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst shall streams of justice pour;

theaven

And God, from whom all goodness flows, shall endless plenty shower.

and still approach more near; Till all on Zion's holy mount, before their God appear.

8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts, my just request regard :

Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer
be still with favour heard.

9 Behold, O God, for thou alone
canst timely aid dispense;
On thy anointed servant look,
be thou his strong defence.

10 For in thy courts one single day
'tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
a thousand days to spend.
Much rather in God's house will I
the meanest office take,
Than in the wealthy tents of sin
my pompous dwelling make.

11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
from them that justly live.

12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, how highly blest is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely placed, is still reposed on thee!

and his just paths prepare; While we his holy steps pursue

with constant zeal and care.
PSALM 86.

To my complaint, O Lord my God,

thy gracious ear incline; Hear me, distress'd, and destitute of all relief but thine.

2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul, That does thy name adore;

Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust relies on thee, restore.

3 To me, who daily thee invoke, thy mercy, Lord, extend;

4 Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes on thee alone depend.

5 Thou, Lord, art good, nor only good, but prompt to pardon too;

Of plenteous mercy to all those who for thy mercy sue.

6 To my repeated humble prayer,

O Lord, attentive be;

7 When troubled, I on thee will call,

for thou wilt answer me.

8 Among the Gods there's none like thee, O Lord, alone divine!

To thee as much inferior they,

as are their works to thine.

9 Therefore their great Creator thee the nations shall adore;

Their long misguided prayers and praise to thy bless'd name restore.

10 All shall confess thee great, and great the wonders thou hast done; Confess thee God, the God supreme, confess thee God alone.

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11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
from truth shall ne'er depart;
In reverence to thy sacred name
devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
praise thee with heart sincere ;
And to thy everlasting name
eternal trophies rear.

13 Thy boundless mercy shown to me,
transcends my power to tell;
For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
from lowest depths of hell.

14 O God, the sons of pride and strife
have my destruction sought;
Regardless of thy power, that oft

has my deliverance wrought.

15 But thou thy constant goodness didst to my assistance bring;

Of patience, mercy, and of truth, thou everlasting spring!

16 O bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength to me thy servant show;

Thy kind protection, Lord, on me,
thine handmaid's son, bestow.

17 Some signal give, which my proud foes
may see with shame and rage,
When thou, O Lord, for my relief
and comfort dost engage.

PSALM 87.

OD's temple crowns the holy mount;

2 His Sion's gates, in his account, our Israel's fairest tents excel.

3 Fame glorious things of thee shall sing, O city of the Almighty King!

4 I'll mention Rahab with due praise, in Babylon's applauses join,

The fame of Ethiopia raise,

with that of Tyre and Palestine;

And grant that some among them born, Their age and country did adorn.

5 But still of Sion I'll aver,

that many such from her proceed; The Almighty shall establish her ;

6 His general list shall show, when read, That such a person there was born, And such did such an age adorn. 7 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd of such as merit high renown; For hand and voice musicians skill'd;

and (her transcending fame to crown,) Of such she shall successions bring, Like water from a living spring. PSALM 88.

To thee, my God, and Saviour, I

By day and night address my cry; 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear; To my distress incline thine ear.

13 For seas of trouble me invade,

My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are fled, They number me among the dead:

5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave,
From thee no more remembrance have;
6 Cast off from thy sustaining care,
Down to the confines of despair.

7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain,
Afflicting me with restless pain;
Me all thy mountain waves have press'd,
Too weak, alas, to bear the least.

8 Removed from friends, I sigh alone,
In a loathed dungeon laid, where none
A visit will vouchsafe to me,
Confined, past hopes of liberty.

9 My eyes from weeping never cease ;
They waste, but still my griefs increase;
Yet daily, Lord, to thee I've pray'd,
With out-stretch'd hands invoked thy aid.
10 Wilt thou by miracle revive
The dead, whom thou forsook'st alive?
From death restore, thy praise to sing,
Whom thou from prison would'st not bring?
11 Shall the mute grave thy love confess?
A mouldering tomb thy faithfulness?
12 Thy truth and power renown obtain
Where darkness and oblivion reign?
13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn ;
My prayer prevents the early morn:
14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook,
Nor once vouchsafed a gracious look?
15 Prevailing sorrows bear me down,
Which from my youth with me have grown;
Thy terrors past distract my mind,
And fears of blacker days behind.

16 Thy wrath hast burst upon my head,
Thy terrors fill my soul with dread;
17 Environ'd as with waves combined,
And for a general deluge join'd.
18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all
Removed from sight, and out of call;
To dark oblivion all retired,
Dead, or at least to me expired.

TH

PSALM 89.

HY mercies, Lord, shall be my song; my song on them shall ever dwell;

To ages yet unborn, my tongue thy never-failing truth shall tell.

2 I have affirm'd, and still maintain,

thy mercy shall for ever last;

Thy truth, that does the heavens sustain, like them shall stand for ever fast.

3 Thus spak'st thou by thy prophet's voice: "With David I a league have made; "To him, my servant, and my choice, "by solemn oath this grant convey'd :

4 "While earth, and seas, and skies endure, "thy seed shall in my sight remain ; "To them thy throne I will ensure, "they shall to endless ages reign."

5 For such stupendous truth and love, both heaven and earth just praises owe, By choirs of angels sung above, and by assembled saints below.