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To righteous men the righteous Lord,
His blefling will extend ;
As with a shield defend.
PSA L M IX. celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
We will our hearts prepare ; To all the-fixning work thy works,
Thy wond'rous works declare, Thou shalt forever live, who last
A righteous throne prepard,
To punish or reward.
Against oppressing rage:
engage. All those who have thy goodness prov'd,
Will in thy truth confide;
Who on thy help rely'd.
From Sion his abode;
No change of times shall ever shock.
My firm affection, Lord to thee; For thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress, and defence to me, Thou
deliv’rer art my God, My trust is in thy mighty pow'r : Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard, and my tow'r. Thou suit'st,:0 Łodzthy sigbreous ways,
To various paths of fiuman kind;
With thee shall wondrous mercy, find.
; Such as perversely chuse to go,
Shall meet with due returns from thee. For God's designs shall still succeed ;
His word shall bear the utmost teft; He's a strong fhield to all that need,
And on his sure protection reft. Who, then, deserves to be ador’d,
But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with refifless pow'r defend ?: 5
HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial sky,
Soon as the syning Biades prevail,
What though in solemn silence all
All ye of Israel's line,
Sincere obedience join.
He ne'er disdain'd on low distress
To cast a gracious eye,
But hears its humble cry.
'Tis his supreme prerogative
O’er subject Kings to reign ; 'Tis just that He should rule the world,
Who does the world sustain.
The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess;
Their gen'rous patron bless.
With humble worship to his throne
They all for aid resort :
Can only them support.
O may a chosen spotless race,
Devoted to his name,
And glorious act proclaim!
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry globe I faint,
Though in the paths of death I tread,
Though in a bare and rugged way,