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Thus said God, unto my Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CX (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Coming and Government; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Priesthood; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Sitting at the right Hand of God Lyrics: 1 Thus said GOD, unto my LORD< "Sit in State, at my right Hand: "Till I make thy daring Foes "Subject unto thy Command. 2 Thou, from Sion, shalt extend O'er thy Foes a gen'ral Sway; Nations shall thy Pow'r behold, And with Free-Will Off'rings pay. 3 They, to worship thee, shall come, When thy rising Beams they view; full as numberless and bright, As the Drops of Morning-Dew. 4 GOD hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, Thou a Priest shalt ever be; Like Melchisedech's, thy Reign Shall no Change or Period see. 5 He shall sit at thy Right Hand, For thee, Kings in Anger wound; Heathen Nations he shall judge, And their Bodies scatter round. 6 After drinking of the Brook, Which he crosses in his Way; He shall lift his Head on high, And his glorious Pow'r display. Scripture: Psalm 110 Languages: English Tune Title: [Thus said God unto my Lord]

My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XLV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Union with the Church; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame, Whilst I the King's loud Praise proclaim; My Tongue directed by my joyful Heart, Is like the Pen that's us'd with ready Art. How matchless is thy Form, O King renown'd! With beaming Glories are thy Temples crown'd, Thy Mouth with Grace continually o'erflows; Because fresh Blessings GOD on thee bestows. 2 Gird on thy Sword, O Prince! in Might excel, Gird on that Sword which doth thy Foes repel; And clad in Ornaments and rich Array, Majestic Pomp, resistless Pow'r display: Ride on in State, and still the Meek protect, Thy dreadful Wrath against thy Foes direct: Let thy right Hand with swift Revenge pursue, All those who strive against the Just and True. 3 The sharpen'd Weapons which thy Hands direct, Thy humbled Foes shall to thy Will subject; Down, down they fall, who dare thy Pow'r oppose, Whilst thro' their Hearts the feather'd Arrow goes; But thou, O God! shall firmly be enthron'd, And thy just Rule by all Mankind be own'd; Thy Sceptre's Sway for ever to endure, Shall always make thy righteous Laws secure. 4 Because thy Heart hath upright Ways approv'd; The purest Truth and strictest Justice lov'd; And hated still in crooked Paths to move, Where wand'ring Sinners ever thoughtless rove; Therefore, thy GOD, did thee to reign appoint, And with the Oil of Joy thy Head anoint: With Cassia, Aloes and Myrrh abound, Thy royal Robes, and spread their Odours round. 5 Amongst the honourable Women plac'd, Do princely Virgins stand, with Beauty grac'd; The glorious Queen herself in State did stand, Array'd in golden Robes, at thy right Hand. But to my Words, O Royal Bride, give Ear, And my Instructions with Attention hear; Forget thy Country, and each former Friend, And on the King alone, with Hope depend. 6 So shall thy Beauty more inviting be; So shall his constant Love encrease to thee; Since he's thy LORD, to him thy Homage pay, And his Affections ne'er shall know decay. The Tyrian Matrons shall rich Presents make, And daily strive thy Favours to partake: The King's fair Daughter inward Graces fill, Her Raiment is of Gold, adorn'd with Skill. 7 She with her nuptial Garments, wide display'd, In costly Robes of Needle Work array'd; While Virgin Trains, attending, stand around, Shall to the King be brought with Glory crown'd. With all the State of solemn Pomp can show, With all the Lustre Riches can bestow; The grand Procession slowly moves along, 'Till the wide Gates receive the pompous Throng. 8 Then, in the Room thy royal Father grac'd, Expect to see thy princely Offspring plac'd; Whom thou in State to diff'rent Realms mayst send, To govern there, and Justice to defend. Whilst this my Song, to future Times preserv'd, Shall tell the Praises, thy great Name deserv'd. And make the World with one Consent proclaim, Thy lasting Glory and perpetual Fame. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English Tune Title: [My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame]

O GOD, whose former Mercies make

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CIX (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Judas, his Punishment; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 O GOD, whose former Mercies make My constant Praise thy Due, Hold not thy Peace, but my sad State, With wonted Favours view. For sinful Men, with lying Lips, Deceitful Speeches frame, And with their study'd Slander seek To wound my spotless Fame. 2 Their restless Hatred prompts them still Malicious Lies to spread; And all against my Life combine, By causeless Fury led. Those whom with tender'st Love I us'd, My chief Opposers are; Whilst I, of other Friends bereft, Resort to thee by Pray'r. 3 Since Mischief, for the Good I did, Their strange Reward does prove, And Hatred's the Return they make For undissembled Love, Their guilty Leaders shall be made To some ill Man a Slave; And, when he's try'd, his mortal Foe For his Accuser have. 4 His Guilt, when Sentence is pronounc'd, Shall meet a dreadful Fate, Whilst his rejected Pray'r but serves His Crimes to aggravate, He, snatch'd by some untimely Fate, Sha'n't live out half his Days: Another, by divine Decree, Shall on his Office seize. 5 His Seed shall Orphans be, his Wife A Widow, plung'd in Grief; His vagrant Children beg their Bread, Where none can give Relief. His ill-got Riches shall be made To Usurers a Prey; The Fruit of all his Toil shall be By Strangers borne away. 6 None shall be found that to his Wants Their Mercy will extend, Or to his helpless Orphan Seed The least Assistance lend. A swift Destruction soon shall seize On his unhappy Race; And the next Age his hated Name Shall utterly deface. 7 The Vengeance of his Father's Sins, Upon his Head shall fall; GOD on his Mother's Crimes shall think, And punish him for all. All these. in horrid Order rank'd, Before the LORD shall stand, Till his fierce Anger quite cuts off Their Mem'ry from the Land. Part II 8 Because he never Mercy shew'd, But still the Poor oppress'd; And sought to slay the helpless Man, With heavy Woes distress'd. Therefore the Curse he lov'd to vent, Shall his own Portion prove; And Blessings, which he still abhorr'd, Shall far from him remove. 9 Since he in cursing took such Pride, Like Water it shall spread Through all his Veins, and stick like Oil, With which his Bones are fed. This, like a poison'd Robe, shall still His constant Cov'ring be, Or an envonom'd Belt, from which He never shall be free. 10 Thus shall the LORD reward all those, That ill to me design, That with malicious false Reports Against my Life combine. But for thy glorious Name, O GOD, Do thou deliver me; And for thy gracious Mercy's sake, Preserve and set me free. 11 For I, to utmost Straits reduc'd, Am void of all Relief; My Heart is wounded with Distress, And quite pierc'd through with Grief. I, like an Ev'ning Shade, decline, Which vanishes apace: Like Locusts up and down I'am toss'd, And have no certain Place. 12 My Knees with Fasting are grown weak, My body lank and lean; All that behold me, shake their Heads, And treat me with Disdain. But for thy Mercy's sake, O LORD, Do thou my Foes withstand; That all may see 'tis thy own Act, The Work of thy Right-Hand. 13 Then let them curse, so thou but bless; Let Shame the Portion be Of all that my Destruction seek, While I rejoice in thee. My Foe shall with Disgrace be cloath'd; And, spite of all his Pride, His own Confusion, like a Cloke, The guilty Wretch shall hide. 14 But I to GOD, in grateful Thanks, My chearful Voice will raise; And where the great Assembly meets, Set forth his noble Praise. For him the Poor shall always find Their sure and constant Friend; And he shall from unrighteous Dooms Their guiltless Souls defend. Scripture: Psalm 109 Languages: English Tune Title: [O God whose former Mercies make]

Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXIX (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll, And press to overwhelm my Soul; In the deep Mire I tread, And Waves o'erflow my Head. With constant Cries my Spirits faint, My Voice is hoarse with long Complaint; My Sight with Pain decays, Whilst GOD his Help delays. 2 My Hairs, tho' num'rous, are but few, Compar'd with Foes that me pursue And strive with lawless Might, To execute their Spite, Thy force me, guiltless, to resign, As Rapine, what by Right was mine. But thou my Wrongs dost see, My Sins are known to thee. 3 LORD, GOD of Hosts, take timely Care, Lest for my sake thy Saints despair; Since I have for thy Name. Endur'd Reproach and Shame. A Stranger to my Country grown, And to my Kindred quite unknown; Those of my Mother born, Are treating me with Scorn. 4 For Zeal to thy lov'd House and Name, Consumes me, like devouring Flame; Vex'd at their Slights of thee, More than their Scorn of me. My very Tears and Abstinence. They construe in spiteful Sense; When Mourning for their Sake, Their Mocks at me they make. 5 Their Judges make my Wrongs their Jest, Those Wrongs they ought to have redress'd; Drunkards my Sorrows see, And make their Songs on me. But, LORD! to thee I will repair For Help, with humble timely Pray'r, O from thy boundless Store: Display thy Truth and Pow'r. 6 From threat'ning Dangers me relieve, And from the Mire my Feet retrieve, My Soul in Safety keep, And snatch me from the Deep; Controul the Deluge e'er it spread, And roll it's Waves around my Head; And from th'expecting Grave, My Soul in Mercy save. 7 LORD, hear the humble Pray'r I make, For thy transcending Goodness Sake; And from thy Mercy's Store, Relieve my Soul once more Nor from thy Servant hide thy Face, Make Haste, for desp'rate is my Case; Thy Succour interpose, And shield me from my Foes. 8 Thou know'st what Infamy and Scorn I from my Enemies have borne; Nor can their secret Spite, Or Plots escape thy Sight. Reproach and Grief have broke my Heart: I look'd for some to take my Part, But look'd, alas! in vain, None would relieve my Pain. 9 With Hunger faint, for Food I call; Instead of Food, they give me Gall, And Vinegar to drink, Whene'er my Spirits sink, The Tables therefore they prepare, Shall prove to them a fatal Snare; Darkness shall seize their Eyes, And sudden Fears surprize. 10 On them thou shalt thy Fury pour, 'Till thy fierce Wrath their Race devour, And make their House a Cell, Where none will dare to dwell; For new Afflictions they procur'd For him who had thy Stripes endur'd; And with a sharper Scorn, Thy tender Hearts have torn. 11 Sin shall to Sin their Steps betray, 'Till they to Truth have lost the Way; Their Souls shall Ruin see, Nor with the Righteous be. But me, how'er distrest and poor, Thy strong Salvation shall restore; Thy Pow'r I will proclaim, And celebrate thy Name. 12 Our GOD shall this more highly prize, Than Herds or Flocks in Sacrifice; And Saints shall hope to see, The like Redress with me. For GOD regards the Poor's Complaint, Sets Pris'ners free from close Restraint; And Heav'n and Earth shall raise, Their voice to sound his Praise. 13 For GOD will Sion's Walls erect, Fair Judah's Cities he'll protect, 'Till all her Sons repair And gain Possession there. This Blessing they shall at their Death, To their religious Heirs bequeath; And GOD shall sure restore, Those who his Name adore. Scripture: Psalm 69 Languages: English Tune Title: [Save me, O God, from Floods that roll]

Sure wicked Fools, devoid of Shame

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XIV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Ascension; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Sure, wicked Fools, devoid of Shame, Suppose that GOD is but a Name: Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows, No Breast with heav'nly Ardor glows; All Thoughts of Virtue they resign, Their Hearts to evil Ways incline. 2 The LORD, from Realms of endless Day, Did all the Sons of Men survey; Look'd down from his exalted Tow'r, To see if any own'd his Pow'r; To see if any Justice knew, Or did the Paths of Truth pursue. 3 But all he saw were gone aside, None took Religion for their Guide, Not one of all the sinful Race, But was degen'rate grown and base, And still in ev'ry wicked Way, With wand'ring Footsteps went astray. 4 Their Throats are open to devour The helpless Poor, when in their Pow'r; Their Mouths with Curses fill'd and Lies, No Fear of GOD's before their Eyes; Their Ways to swift Destruction tend, And must in certain Ruin end. 5 But will these Workers of Deceit, Like Bread, my harmless People eat? And God's Almighty Pow'r disown? 5 How will they tremble then for Fear, When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake! Are they so dull and senseless grown, That they will GOD's great Pow'r disown? Will they not his Commands obey, And yield to his Almighty Sway? 6 How will they tremble then for Fear, When they behold his Vengeance near! When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake; For GOD will ne'er the Just forsake: For them he will his Arm extend, And from the Foe their Lives defend. 7 Bad Men, in vain, with Scorn deride The Just, who follow Virtue's Guide, And strive their Methods to expose; Since GOD a Refuge is for those: His Eyes shall them with Favour view, Whilst they their righteous Paths pursue. 7 Would he his saving Pow'r extend, And now his People's Cause defend; Oh! would he break their servile Band; What Shouts should echo thro' the Land! How should we then our Songs employ, And join the universal Joy! Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English Tune Title: [Sure wicked fools, devoid of shame]

Vengeance belongs to thee, O GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XCIV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 Vengeance belongs to thee, O GOD, Thy Justice now disclose; Arise, thou Judge of all the Earth, And crush thy haughty Foes: How long, O LORD, shall sinful Men, Their solemn Triumphs make? How long their wicked Actions boast, And insolently speak? 2 Not only they thy Saints oppress, But unprovok'd, they spill The Widow's and the Stranger's Blood, And helpless Orphans kill: "And yet the LORD shall ne'er perceive, (Profanely thus they speak) "Nor any Notice of our Deeds, "The God of Jacob take." 8 At length, ye stupid Fools, your Wants Endeavour to discern; In Folly will you still proceed, And Wisdom never learn? Can he be deaf who form'd the Ear, Or blind who fram'd the Eye? Shall Earth's great Judge not punish those, Who his known Will defy? 4 He fathoms all the Thoughts of Men, To him their Hearts lie bare; His Eyes survey them all, and see How vain their Counsels are. Part II 5 Blest is the Man whom thou, O LORD, In Kindness dost chastise; And by thy sacred Rules to walk, Most lovingly advise: This Man shall Rest and Safety find. In Seasons of Distress; Whilst GOD prepares a Pit for those, That stubbornly transgress. 6 For GOD will never from his Saints His Favour wholly take; His own Possession and his Lot, He will not quite forsake: The World shall then confess thee just, On all that thou hast done; And those that choose thy upright Ways, Shall in those Paths go on. 7 Who will appear in my Behalf, When wicked Men invade? Or who, when Sinners would oppress, My righteous Cause shall plead? Long since had I in Silence slept, But that the LORD was near, To stay me when I slipt, when sad, My troubled Heart to chear. 8 Wilt thou, who art a GOD most just, Their sinful Throne sustain, Who make the Law a fair Pretence Their wicked Ends to gain? Against the Lives of righteous Men, They form their close Design; And Blood of Innocence to spill, In solemn League combine. 9 But my Defence is firmly plac'd In GOD the LORD most high: He is my Rock, to which I may For Refuge always fly: The LORD shall cause their ill Designs, On their own Heads to fall: He in their Sins shall cut them off, Our GOD shall slay them all. Scripture: Psalm 94 Languages: English Tune Title: [Vengeance belongs to thee, O God]

With ever restless, and ungovern'd Rage

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Coming and Government; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 With ever restless, and ungover'd Rage, Why are the Heathen ill Designs contriving? Why thus in rash and vain Attempts engage, Which they can ne'er complete, tho; boldly striving? The earnly Kings, in council close combined, Their utmost Pow'r, their various Forces bring; In Union join'd, in compact all designed, Against the LORD, and his anointed King. 2 "Must we submit," presumptuously they say, "And yield, obedient, whilst they keep us under? "No, let us cast their slavish Bands away. "Shake off their Chains, and break their Cords asunder.' But on his Throne the LORD in Glory seated, Knows their Intent, and sees how they combine; And while their bold Attempts are all defeated, Laughs them to Scorn, and mocks their vain Design. 3 His waken'd Wrath shall shake his guilty Foes, In great Displeasure he shall sore distress them; And thus while yet they dare hi Will oppose, The LORD himself in Thunder shall address them; "Tho' madly thus you have my Pow'r disowned, "Yet be assur'd, the King whom I ordain, "On Sion’s holy Hill shall sit enthroned, "And there securely shall for ever reign." 4 Let all attend and hear GOD's fixt Decree On which he made to me this Declaration, “Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee "This Day, be Sov'regin LORD of ev'ry Nation; “Ask, and receive, 'tis yielded to thy Pleasure; "The Heathen thine Inheritance shall be; "Lands far remote, whose Limits know no Measure, "Shall be eternally posses'd by thee. 5 "Thy awful threatning Sceptte thou shalt shake "O'er all the guilty Foes, and keep them under; "Just as the massy Bars of Iron break "The Potter’s weak and brittle Ware asunder." Learn then, ye Princes, hear with due Attention, And be ye wise, ye judges of the Earth; His sacred Name with humble Rev'rence mention, And joy before him with a godly Mirth. 6 Before the Son bow down with due Respect, Strive to appease him by a low Submission, Lest he in Wrath revenge the bold Neglect, And doom you, helpless, to a swift Perdition. If but in Part, his Anger be inflamed, What Mortal can the fatal stroke withstand? He soon shall see his daring Foes ashamed, And crush'd at once by his Almighty Hand. 7 Then blest are they, who on our GOD rely, With constant Hope on his strong Arm depending, Who humbly strive to serve the LORD most high, With grateful Hearts and Fervour never ending. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English Tune Title: [With ever restless and ungoverned rage]

Jacob's Prophecy of Shiloh

Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXVIII (1792) Topics: Patriarchal Types, and Prophecies of Christ First Line: Shiloh shall come, the prophet cries Lyrics: 1 Shiloh shall come—the Prophet cries, As death illumes his closing eyes; O'er people, kindreds, tongues he sways: And Judah claims no more, the praise. 2 Thou long foretold—yet great unkonwn, Shiloh! ascend salvation's throne. Gath'rer of nations come, oh come! Leader! Commander, guide us home! 3 Speak but the word, and light shall be; That light of life which points to thee; Where all thy works—ador'd I AM! Shall glorify thy glorious name. Scripture: Genesis 49:10 Languages: English

Against all those that strive with me

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXXV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 Against all those that strive with me, Assert my Right, and set me free! Be thou, O LORD! my sure Protection, And bring my Foes to thy Subjection. Put on thy Buckler and thy Shield; Stand up, O GOD, in my Defence; Bring forth thy Spear, and to my Soul, Say, "I am still thy Confidence." 2 Let them with sudden Shame be brought, Who have my Soul's Destruction sought; Let them who Mischief have devised, Be with Confusion soon surprised: Then shall they fly, dispers'd like Chaff Before the furious driving Wind; And from GOD's Minister of Wrath They, no where, shall a Refuge find. 3 But when, his dreadful Rage to shun, Thro' dark and slipp'ry Paths they run, The Angel of the LORD pursuing, Shall urge them on to speedy Ruin; Since unprovok'd by any Wrong, They laid for me their treach'rous Snare, And, for my harmless Soul, a Pit, Did without any Cause prepare. 4 Let them in Mischiefs be surpris'd, Which for my Soul they had devis'd; Their feet in their own Snares betrayed, So shall their Treach'ry be repayed; Whilst my glad Soul shall GOS's great Name, For this his kind Deliv'rance bless; And by His saving Health secur'd, Her grateful Joy in Songs express. Part II 5 My Bones shall say, from Anguish free, "Oh LORD! who can compare with thee? "Thou hast reliev'd the poor distressed, "And all their heavy Wrongs redressed," "Who sett'st the poor and helpless Man False Witnesses, with forg'd Complaints, Against my Honour have combin'd; And to my Charge unjustly laid. Such Things as I had ne'er design'd. 6 For all the Good for them I wrought, My Life they have with Malice sought; My Soul to Danger still betraying, My Kindnesses with Wrong repaying. But as for me, when they were sick, In Sack-cloth I sincerely mourn'd; I pray'd and fasted, but my Pray'r Again to my own Breast return'd. 7 Not to my Friends or Brethren dear, Could I have shewn more tender Care; Or for a Mother more deplored, Whose Loss can never be restored. How diff'rent did their Conduct prove, To me in Times of deep Distress; When they in Crouds together met, And did their savage Joy express? 8 The Rabble too, in num'rous Throngs, Came round, insulting me with Wrongs; With Flatt'rers, busy Scoffers joined, Against my Peace of Mind combined: But, LORD, how long wilt thou look on? Do thou on my Behalf appear! And save my guiltless Soul, which they, Like Beasts, would into Pieces tear. Part III 9 So I, before the World will raise, To thee, my GOD, loud Songs of Praise; Thy Name in great Assemblies blessing, My Thanks with humble Joy expressing: LORD, suffer not my causeless Foes, Who me do most unjustly hate; With open Joy, or secret Signs, To triumph in my sad Estate. 10 In framing Lies they never cease With wicked Hearts averse to Peace; Against the Just they have combined, Who are to Quiet still inclined: Nor with these private Arts content, They vent their Spite aloud to all, And say, "At last we have our Wish, "With Pleasure we behold him fall." 11 But thou, O Lord, who dost survey, Both them and me, keep not away; But let thy Servant be defended, And in his Innocence befriended: LORD! as my Heart has upright been, Let me thy Justice ever find; Nor let my cruel Foes obtain The Triumphs which they have design'd. 12 Oh let them not exulting say, "At length he is become our Prey; "Our fondest Wishes are compleated, There - there he lies by us defeated." Let such as in my Hurt rejoic'd, With Shame confus'd, their Faces hide; Dishonour be their Lot, who have Themselves against me magnified. 13 Whilst constant Blessings shall attend, On those who my just Cause befriend; By them, O LORD, shalt thou be praised, To thee shall all their Songs be raised: So shall my Tongue thy Judgments sing, Inspir'd with a grateful Joy; And chearful Hymns in Praise of thee, My GOD! shall all my Days employ. Scripture: Psalm 35 Languages: English Tune Title: [Against all those that strive with me]

At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain That GOD will to his Saints be kind; That all whose Hearts are pure and clean, Shall his protecting Favour find. 'Till this sustaining Truth I knew, My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd; I griev'd, the Sinner's Wealth to view, And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 2 They to the Grave in Peace descend, And, whilst they live, are hale and strong; No Plague of Troubles them offend, Which oft to other Men belong. With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held, And Rapine seems their Robe of State; Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swell'd; They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 3 With Hearts corrupt and lofty Talk, Oppressive Methods they defend; Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk, Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend, And yet admiring Crouds are found, Who servile Visits duly make; Because with Plenty they abound, Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake. 4 Their fond Opinion these pursue, 'Till they, with them, profanely cry "How should the LORD our Actions view? "Can He perceive, who dwells so high"? Behold the Wicked, these are they, Who openly their sins profess; And yet their Wealth's encreas'd each Day, And all their Actions meet Success. 5 "Then have I cleans'd my Heart, said I, "And wash'd my Hands from Guilt in vain, "If all the Day oppress'd I lie, "And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain." Thus did I once to speak intend, But if such Things I rashly say, Thy Children, LORD, I must offend, And basely should their Cause betray. Part II 6 To fathom this my Thoughts I bent; But found the Case too hard for me, 'Till to the House of GOD I went, Then I their End did plainly see. How high soe'er advanc'd, they all On slipp'ry Places loosely stand; Thence into Ruin headlong fall, Cast down by thy avenging Hand. 7 How dreadful and how quick their Fate! Despis'd by thee, when they're destroy'd; As waking Men, with Scorn do treat The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd. Thus was my Heart with Grief oppress'd, My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains; So stupid was I, like a Beast, Who no reflecting Thought retains. 8 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd, And thy Right-Hand Assistance gave; Thou first shalt with thy Counsel guide And then to Glory me receive. Whom then in Heaven, but thee alone, Have I, whose Favour I require? Throughout the spacious Earth, there's none That I besides thee can desire. 9 My trembling Flesh, and aching Heart, May often fail to succour me; But GOD shall inward Strength impart, And my eternal Portion be. For they that far from thee remove, Shall into sudden Ruin fall, If after other GODS they rove, Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all. 10 But as for me, 'tis good and just, That I should still to GOD repair; In him I always put my Trust, And will His wond'rous Works declare. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English Tune Title: [At length, by certain proffs, 'tis plain]