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Sit not thou still, O God of strength,
Exalt their heads full high.
3 Against thy people they * contrive
Their plots and counfels deep,
§ Them to enfnare they chiefly ftrive,
§ Fithjagnatfu gnal. Tfephuneca.
+ Whom thou dost hide and keep. 4 Come let us cut them off, say they,
Till they no nation be,
That Ifrael's name for ever may
Be loft in memory. Badar L
5 For they confult * with all their might,
And all as one in mind
Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.
6 The tents of Edom, and the brood
of fcornful fhmael,
Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,
That in the defart dwell,
7 Gebal and Ammon there confpire,
The Philiftins, and they of Tyre,
8 With them great Affur alfo bands,
All thefe have lent their armed hands
To aid the fons of Lot;
9 Do to them as to Midian bald,
Thou didst to Jabin's boll,
When at the brook of Kifhon old
They were repuls'd and fain,
* Lev jachdan.
10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd
As dung upon the plain.
II As Zeb and Oreb evil sped;
12 For they amidst their pride have faid,
God's houses, and will now invade
* Their stately palaces.
* Neath Elohim bears both.
13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, No quiet let them find;
Giddy and restless let them reel
Like ftubble from the wind.
14 As when an aged wood takes fire,
The greedy flame runs higher and higher
15 So with thy whirlwind them purfue,
And with thy tempeft chafe;
16 || And till they || yield thee honour due,
Lord, fill with fhame their face.
17 Asham'd, and troubled, let them be,
Troubled, and fham'd for ever,
Ever confounded, and fo die
With fhame, and scape it never.
They feek thy
18 Then shall they know that thou, whose name
Jehovah is alone,
Art the most high, and thou the fame
O'er all the earth art one.
How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hofts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,
2 My foul doth long and almoft die
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
3 There ev'n the fparrow freed from wrong,
And home they fly from round the coafts
5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
As through a fruitful watry dale
Where fprings and fhow'rs abound.
7 They journey on from ftrength to strength With joy and gladfom chear,
Till all before our God at length
In Sion do appear.
8 Lord God of Hofts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear;
9 Thou God, our fhield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear.
10 For one day in thy courts to be
Is better, and more bleft,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at beft. I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,
With fin for evermore.
11 For God the Lord, both fun and fhield,
Gives grace and glory bright,
No good from them fhall be withheld
12 Lord God of Holts, that reign't on high,
WHY land to favour graciously
Thou hast from hard captivity
2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
3 Thine anger all thou had'st remov❜d,
And calmly didft return
From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd, AV/
Far worse than fire to burn.
God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore,
Thine indignation caufe to ceafe
Tow'rd us, and chide no more.
5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus?
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Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend ti val engapʻl ot
, From age to age on us?
6 Wilt thou not + turn, and hear our voice,
And us again † revive,
That fo thy people may rejoice
By thee preferv'd alive?
Heb. turn to quicken us.
7 Caufe us to fee thy goodnefs, Lord, ni lend half
To us thy mercy fhew,
Thy faving health to us afford,
And life in us renew.
8 And now what God the Lord will speak,
I will go ftraight and hear;
For to his people he speaks peace,
And to his faints full dear.
To his dear faints he will fpeak peace,
But let them never more
Surely to fuch as do him fear
And glory fhall ere long appear
To dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and truth, that long were mif'd,
Sweet peace and righteousness have kiss'd,
II Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r
And justice from her heav'nly bow'r
12 The Lord will alfo then bestow
Our land fhall forth in plenty throw
13 Before him righteoufnefs fhall.
His royal harbinger.
Then will he come, and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err.
*Heb. He will fet his fteps to the way.
"HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me, I thee pray,
For I am poor, and almost pine