Employment of his Tongue Who such as in their Sins persist Contemns and only those Who fear the Lord and act what 's just Respect and Honour shews VVho ne're equivocates or does Of Falsities allow Nor yet tho' to his Loss it proves E're violates his Vow VVho sets not out to sordid Use VVhat e're he lends the Poor Nor to commit Things base is One VVhom glitt'ring Bribes allure This is O Lord that happy Man VVho on thy Hill shall rest Unshaken through thy Favour stand Shall be for ever blest Psalm XXX IN Thy eternal Praise shall Lord My Soul lift up her voice Who o're me hast not made my Foes In Triumph to rejoyce When in Distress on thee I call'd Thy Mercy did not sail But as a kind Physician Thou Did'st my Distempers heal Thy Love it was alone which me For happier Ends reserv'd And from the dark forgetful Grave My sinking Soul preserv'd Sing then unto the Lord ye Saints In Hymns your Loves express And let it in Remembrance be Of his bright Holiness Whose Frowns are of so short a date VVe scarce his Kindness miss And in whose Favour lies contain'd The Soul's eternal Bliss Thô Sorrow for a Night may last And we afflicted mourn Yet soon with the next Morning's Light Our absent Joys return When in Prosperity I liv'd Enjoy'd my worldly All Thus I o Lord began to boast That I shou'd never fall But ah as soon as Thou withdrew Thy Favours didst revoke I to my Cost was then convinc'd How foolishly I spoke But lo to Thee my slighted God I flew for timely Aid And thus before thy Majesty My Case right humbly laid What Profit is there in my Blood Should it thy Wrath appease How shall the Dust most mighty Lord Thy Excellencies Praise In Mercy to my fervent Suit Bow down thy gracious Ear Be Thou alone my blest Support Remove my present Fear Then into new Delights were all My gloomy Sorrows turn'd And thou my God being reconcil'd My Soul no longer mourn'd Psalm XXXII Being the Second of the Penitential Ones BLest is O Lord that Man whom Zhou Beholdest from above Whose Faults thy Justice have escap'd Are cover'd by thy Love For surely now as suely we may That happy Person Stile To whom the Lord imputes no Sin In whom there is no Guile When I tho conscious of my Guilt Had not my Crimes confest How strongly was O Lord my Mind With Terrours then possesst So hot was Lord thine Anger which My Sins did then inflame That soon like Earth in Summer parch'd My wasted Flesh became But when before Thee I appear'd A just Confession made How ready wert Thou to forgive And was thy Wrath allay'd Thus shall each speedy Penitent Who does his Sins forsake Thy timely Mercy find nor shall The Flouds his Soul ore-take For Thou great God! from threatning Ills Art still a sure Defence VVhom therefore in my Songs I 'll praise For my Deliverance You who to Happiness would steer Come now and learn of me I will direct you in your Course Your skilful Pilot be O be not therefore as a Mule Or like an untam'd Horse VVhose head-strong Tempers will not brook The Curb of Reasons Force For such just Lord Thy strokes shall feel VVho are so bruitish found But they who Thee obey shall be VVith thy chief Blessings crown'd Rejoyce ye then who fear the Lord In Triumph praise his Name And let such Exultations still Your fervent Loves proclaim Psalm XXXVIII Being the Third of the Penitential Ones O Do not Thou in Anger Lord Too far my hainous Sins pursue Nor on me in thy Wrath inflict Those sharper Judgments that are due For in me lo Thine Arrows stick Through wilful Breach of Thy Command That almost crush'd to Death I lye Beneath the Pressure of thy Hand No Soundness in my Flesh appears Such hath thy late Displeasure been Nor even Rest unto my Bones By reason of my raging Sin So numerous are alas my Crimes So dreadful is my present Fear That sunk beneath them Lord I can Their heavy weight no longer bear Corrupt and stinking are my Wounds Thus for my Wickedness I pay And thus in Trouble I am brought As one in Mourning spend the Day Nor here determinate my Griefs Rais'd Lord by thy correcting Hand My Friends ev'n shun me as a Plague And at a distance gazing stand But lo as one that 's deaf I'appear As silent too as one that 's dumb I open not O Lord my mouth Or chafe when e're my Sorrows come For yet in Thee remains my Trust On whom with Patience I thus wait And sure I am Thou Lord wilt hear The Cryes of my afflicted State Haste then Good God! unto my Aid My weak and needy State look on For Thou alone art my Support My Comfort my Salvation Psalm XLII AS the chas'd Hart with eager Thirst Wou'd at the VVaters be VVith such Desire o Lord inflam'd My Soul pants after Thee For Thee ev'n doth bright God! my Soul With fervent Passion burn Expecting when to thy lov'd Courts I shall again return My Tears are but my thin Repasts While Men thus me upbraid And in a Scoff cry where 's thy God VVhere 's now thy boasted Aid For Lord unbounded are my Griefs To think on those blest Days VVhen throng'd I to the Temple went To celebrate thy Praise But why art thou so sad my Soul And are thy Joys allay'd O! why is now my better Part Become at length dismay'd God still is thy Support in whom Fail not thy Trust to place For lo his Name thou yet shalt praise For his Returns of Grace Psalm Li. Being the Fourth of the Penitential Ones IN Mercy here do Thou o God My guilty State survey And of thy never-failing Love Wipe all my Sins away O! wash my vile polluted Soul from each offensive Stain That â—n thy Presence Lord it may Appear for ever clean To Thee ah my offended God! I will my Crimes confess Who Day and Night still haunted am With my foul Wickedness Thee only have I sinn'd against Ev'n I who am but Dust And should I be condemn'd yet Thou Remainst for ever just Of Sin behold o Lord I am A wretched Compound made In Sin my Mother brought me forth In Sin I was conceiv'd Whilst Thee in nothing better pleas'd O righteous God! we find Than in Man's inward Purity His Uprightness of Mind But when with Hysope once I 'm purg'd I shall unspotten shew Correct in all my inner Parts And be more white than Snow With joys possess'd shall then my Soul Resume her tuneful Voice And even all my shatter'd Bones In God their Strength Rejoice Psalm LXVII BLess we beseech Thee Gracious Lord The People who be thine And through their gloomy Nature let Thy radiant Beauty shine That all the rude and untaught World Where such thy Mercies flow May through the Brightness of thy Face Their great Salvation know To Thee aloud let Mankind Lord Their holy joys
proclaim And in exalted Hymns of Praise Set forth thy Glorious Name O let the Nations touch'd with Love Thy lasting Goodness Sing VVho art their Righteous Governor Their Lord their mighty King To Thee aloud let mankind Lord Their holy Joys proclaim And in exalted Hymns of Praise Set forth thy glorious Name Then shall o then the teeming Earth Be crown'd with lasting Peace And of those Blessings Thou hast sown Send forth a large Encrease Thus Thou with Blessings us shalt bless Thy Majesty declare Whilst the astonish'd world Great God! Thy ' Almightiness shall fear Psalm LXVII Another Metre BLess we beseech Thee Lord The People who be Thine And through their gloomy Nature let Thy radiant Beauty shine That all the untaught world Where such thy Mercies flow May through the Brightness of thy Face Their great salvation know To Thee let mankind Lord Their holy joys proclaim And in exalâ—ed Hymns of Praise Set forth thy glorious Name Let Nations touch'd with Love Thy lasting Goodness sing Who art their righteous Governor Their Lord their mighty King To Thee let mankind Lord Their holy Joys proclaim And in exalted Hymns of Praise Set forth thy glorious Name Then shall the teeming Earth Be crown'd with lasting Peace And of those Blessings Thou hast sown Send forth a large Encrease Thus Lord Thou us shalt bless Thy Majesty declare Whilst the astonish'd World Great God! Thy ' Almightiness shall fear Psalm LXXXII LO O ye Judges of the Earth Ye Pillars of the Land God does with an inspecting Eye Amidst your Councels stand Why therefore dare ye in his Sight Neglect what 's just to do And only to the Rich the Great Your partial Favours shew You in whose Hands the Scales are plac'd On Seats of Justice sit Shou'd with unbyass'd Minds still act in the Defence of it But ah where Gain and Inter'st meet Are in the Ballance laid How are the Earth's Foundations shook How light is Justice made 'T is true I 've said ye appear as Gods But know that ye shall all Like Peasants undistinguish'd dye Shall with the Sinful fall Rise then Great Judge of Heav'n and Earth And let thy Power be known That Thou may'st Mankind vindicate Who are by right thy own Psalm XC THou hast O God our Refuge been Our wonted Place of Rest In whom we have Protection found By whom we have been blest For of eternal Date Thou wert With Majesty aray'd E're yet the Mountains were brought forth Or the round World was made Most just o Lord are thy Decrees And therefore lo we must When Thou art pleas'd to speak the Word Return again to Dust For ah what are a thousand Years When measur'd by thine Eye They all are but as Yesterday As swift as Thought they fly Thus when by Thee we 're scatter'd Lord Ev'n like a Dream we pass Appearing in the Morning fresh At Noon like wither'd Grass This Lord is our uncertain State Through thy consuming Ire Who justâ—y for our Sins are plagu'd And suddenly expire For to thy Sight still Lord expos'd Our wickednesses lye And even our most secâ—eâ— Crimes As Day before thine Bye Wherefore through thy Displeasure Lord Our Life more short appears And as an empty Tale that 's told Pass off our rolling Years To Seventy is our Age prescrib'd Yet here shou'd we below To eighty Years through Strength arrive We then but Sorrows know At most it is o Lord but short And in a Breath gone o're So soon like fading Plants we fall And then are seen no more Psalm XCV O Come let 's now unto the Lord In Songs our Voices raise For He our great Salvation is And best deserves our Praise Before his Presence with a Psalm And Hearts prepar'd let 's go That we in a triumphant Mirth Our Gratitude may shew For He th' Almighty Lord is God From whom all Beings spring Who is of Powers above below The over-ruling King Whose Hand the spacious Globe contains Whose Sway no Limits knows By whose Decree the Earth stands fixt The Ocean ebbs and flows O come and let 's before him fall Possess'd with holy Fear And that bright Majesty address By whom alone we are For He th' Almighty Lord is God Through whom we nothing need We are his Sheep our Shepherd He By whom we safely feed If therefore you his Voice will hear His lasting Love possess Let not your Sins his Wrath provoke As in the Wilderness Where by our Fathers Crimes enrag'd He did their Hopes destroy And in his Anger swear that they should ne're his Rest enjoy Psalm C. BE Joyful in the Lord ye Lands And that ye now your Love may shew Let in his Presence from your Lips Your grateful Songs of Praises flow For know that He the Lord is God By whom not by our selves we 're made We are his People and as Sheep He gently does in Pastures lead O enter then into his Gates VVithin his Courts your Joys proclaim Be ever thankful for his Love Extol his ever-sacred Name For gracious is the Lord our God VVhose Mercies everlasting prove VVho in th' eternal Circle reigns Of never-weaning Truth and Love Psalm CII Being the Fifth of the Penitential Ones O Lord unto my fervent Prayer Thy ever-gracious Ear apply Nor from me now turn Thou thy Face VVhen in Distress to Thee I cry As smoke behold my Days consume My Bones are burnt ev'n as an Hearth VVhich are O God the dire Effects The Marks of thy enkindl'd VVrath So raging are my Griefs become No Food my fainting Spirits chears VVhilst lo through want of such Support My Heart like wither'd Grass appears Behold alas how to my Skin Do even cleave my aking Bones And that by reason of my Plaints My never-ceasing Sighs and Groans For such is now my pensive State Such is O Lord my deep Distress I 'm as the Pelican become The Screech-Owl of the VVilderness Or as the Sparrow on the House I watch and am alone all Day VVhile they who are against me set On me their vile Reproaches lay Of Ashes is my daily Food With Tears I mingle still my Drink VVhilst thus beneath thy Anger Lord My weak and drooping Spirits sink Behold ah how my fleeting Time Does as an empty Shadow pass And even I in nature am No better than the fading Grass But Thou o God for ever shalt In Mercy shine and be the same VVhilst Ages yet to come shall praise Shall magnify thy glorious Name Psalm CXVI IN Thee O God Almighty Love Is fixt my sole delight Who did'st not in my â—ate Distress My Supplications slight To whom as my Deliverer I 'll therefore not delay But whilst I 've yet to live proceed Still fervently to pray When Death my ' affrighted Soul besieg'd And threaten'd nought but Hell 'T was Thee O Lord whom I then found My Rock my Citadel It was on Thee alone I call'd Who didst the Foe controul And from invading Miseries Thus save my sinking Soul For Lord Thou
well-tun'd Cymbals let Your Solemn Thanks resound That your Devotions still may be With choicest Musick crown'd Let every Thing with Breath inspir'd Their mighty Lord proclaim Let Heav'n and Earth in Consort join To Praise His Holy Name A DIVINE Pindarique ODE ON The Redemption of Man FITTED To the Holy Times OF ADVENT and LENT ODE ON The Redemption of Man I. AWake awake o my Lethargick Soul And off Sin 's weighty Fetters shake Let not the Tyrant thus control And thee its Slave its boasted Captive make But rise and here o let thy unvail'd Eye Survey a new thy glorious Liberty Lo where the long expected Day appears And the bright Sun its western Journey steers The Day which now of lasting Peace the joyful Tydings bears Hail sacred Morn and Thou more sacred Light VVho thus with evangelick Rays Inform'st our darken'd Sight Inform'st our erring VVays Long in Egyptian Darkness have we lain Like those unhappy and benighted Souls VVho wand'ring live beneath the Shady Poles Not knowing how alas or where VVhilst nought but Nature's Twilight did remain VVhich gave but a dim Prospect of our future State In this wild Maze our doubtful course to steer Or counter-trace the strict Decree of Fate II. BUt Happy Soul no more shall dread Despair Nor all the Powers of Hell or Darkness there O're-spread the Brightness of thy Hemisphere Since from on high the Day-spring now descends And on this lower VVorld it's Glory bends Since the great Will of the Jehovah's known By the stupendious Message of his Son And all those blest Effects which did depend thereon Death even now by an eternal Doom Is but the Effigies of Sleep become Humanity's last chearful Stage from this To that bright World of never-fading Bliss VVhere with our Souls our Bodies are to be From all their gross Impuritie Refin'd into a glorious Immortalitie O blest Inversion of our wretched State And all those miserable Consequences which on it did wait III. COme then my Soul and be no longer mute But rise and take thy well strung Lute Set to thy Heart VVith nicest Ear and strictest Art And with the Lark thy morning Hymns prepare VVho now begins to mount the Air To chant her early Matins there O come and with her bear a Part Raise up the Strings raise up thy Heart And to the sacred undivided Three Make thou thy due Return of Praise In hallow'd Lays Let Father Son and Holy Spirit be The divine Gam'ut of thy Harmonie In those three ever-sacred Notes o let Thy grateful Ayres still move thy Hymns be set Until at length in that bright Quire above Where reigns eternal Musick endless Love They shall b' inspir'd beyond all studious Pains VVith far more lasting more seraphick strains IV. SHall every Creature every living Thing Prepare to celebrate th' approaching Spring And to their great Creator their due Praises bring Shall the sweet Birds together now repair And with their rural Anthems fill the Air To welcome in the new-born Year Shall even Nature from Earth's naked Bed Wherein she seem'd so long to have lain dead Unfold anew her Treasures and arise With all her pompous Train of Liveries To pay her God her annual Sacrifice Shall every Creature thus ah thus put on A chearful Look to meet th'advancing Sun And shalt not thou my Soul my better Part From curs'd Estate redeem'd with thankful Heart Join in the grateful Consort and present Thy consecrated Instrument That Instrument which lay so long untun'd and out of date As if it had bemoan'd thy unreversed Fate For shame for shame strike the prepared String Till 't is in tune with Nature found Till with thy Praises thou hast made it sound And be not Thou the only silent thing V. GLory be therefore to the great Three-One The Eather Holy Spirit and the Son Who Sit with equal Power on th' eternal Throne Glory and Praise be ever to the Lamb Heaven 's mighty Darling and the Soul's Desire Th' incessant Song of the Seraphick Quire Who from the Bosome of his Father came Did from his Majesty a while retire That he might here to wretched Mankind prove Those long expected Blessings of his Love Who was e're yet the World 's vast Frame was laid Who for Time's Fulness only stay'd E're the' important Embassy he made O may I thus for ever be Mysterious undivided Three Employ'd in praising in admiring Thee May all things both in Heaven and Earth Which now have either Life or Breath Which either on the Ground do creep Or in the Seas or Waters keep Which either in the Air do fly Or in the higher Regions ly Which in the heavenly Quire are plac'd And with thy glorious Presence grac'd For ever here below and there above In holy and exalted Mirth Set forth thy universal Love Till the whole Round of Heaven and Earth By their according Notes shall ring With the loud Praises of th' eternal King VI. O The stupendious State of restor'd Man Which stinted Reason cannot scan Nor all the Power of vain Philosophy define What is so far beyond the Reach of it's short Sounding-Line What could have so engag'd the Deity O wondrous Riddle of Divinity Thus to contract Immensity And in our narrow Nature to descend At once a God offended and a Friend Stript of his brightest Glories from above Where in full Lustre He enthron'd had fat Th' all-wise Dictator of th' Immortal State Heaven 's mighty Monarch of eternal Date And by a new grand Charter in his Blood To make us of his Kingdom free Which we in Sin so long before with-stood And give us there again a Property But the soft Dictates of Paternal Love VII 'T Was Thou alone the sweetning Atribute To whom we daily make our humble suit Thou who to every Creature do'st dispense Thy free and gentle Influence 'T was Thou that did'st perform what was so long fore-told In misty Prophecies of old And did'st by thy prevailing Power Lapst Man again to Liberty restore And all he lost by Eden's Sin before Thou matchless Love wert the magnetick Spell Which wrought th' amazing Miracle And thus defeated the Designs of Hell Nought cou'd divert thy penetracting Force Or stop the Stream of thy unbounded Course For ah offended Love When from above My naked Sins did for thy Vengeance call At my presumptuous disobedient Fall Even when Justice had unsheath'd her Sword And waited only for the fatal Word T was then that Thou thy Mighty Self to shew Didst step between and on thy Side receive the direful Blow VIII LO to you sacred Hill direct thine Eye The Theatre of Wo Mount Calvary Where Death in all her pompous Horror sits And issues out her fatal Writs VVhere She her utmost Empire does display And tho' for ever vanquish'd wins the Day There o my Soul thou may'st at large descry In Scenes of Blood the Holy Tragedy Lo where a gathering Stormy Mob appears And by their boist'rous Cries untune the Spheres Nought through the Throng is heard but Crucify And t is concluded the great Son of God must dye Not t' attone their Sins but satisfy their Lust the Bent of their remorseless Cruelty VVhilst He alas continues still t' appear All Love and while They now his ling'ring Death prepare The giddy Deed forgives And to his enrag'd Fathers Ear Breaths forth their Pardon with his dying Prayer VVhilst the astonish'd Sun with-draws its Light And Nature sickens at the dreadful Sight IX SInce then the Christian Harvest is so near And Grace and Mercy do so ripe appear Be active o my Soul in this thy Day Bind up thy Sheaves and come away And on the holy Altar lay The Offering of thy First-Fruits VVhich with thy happy Circumstances Suits For look whereon already lyes To turn 't into an acceptable Sacrifice God's all enflaming Love Descending from above VVhere with the nimble Sparks thy ravish'd Thoughts may fly To that blest Place beyond the Sky VVhere heretofore in bright Celestial Fire The holy Prophet did from hence retire And there for ever reap thy Joy thy long Desire X. BUt hold Thy officious haste thou may'st my Soul forbear Nor thy Oblations now prepare Those empty Types of what 's already here For on the gory Altar lo where lies The God of Love whose self a bleeding dies And for thy Sins becomes both Priest and Sacrifice O dreadful but yet happy Sight From whence alone the feeble Soul takes Flight Mounts on the Wings of Faith and soars aright Thither with Joy come then prepare to fly My panting Soul And in those warm balsamick Streams which glide So freely there from his deep wounded Side Go bathe thy long contracted Leprosy That Leprosy alas of thy old Sin and Shame VVhich from the Surfit of thy Parents came Thither I say o thither fly with speed Where the Soul 's bless'd Bethesda stands indeed That sacred Pool from whose eternal Source All healing Virtues have their proper Course VVhere Purple Streams make glad the barren Soile VVith an Encrease beyond the Laborer's Toile VVhere Tides of Blessings do for ever flow And ' round whose Borders Peace and Pleasure grow VVhere all who are diseas'd may freely come And without Price or Trouble now have Room Where once the Heart is stir'd by Faith Love There needs no waiting 'till it's Waters move But where the Halt th' Infected and the Blind And all that enter with a willing Mind Their everlasting Cures may surely find FINIS
ever art most just Most merciful and kind And who to all a Refuge art VVho would a Refuge find VVho to the Needy and Distress'd Art still a sure Relief For such I found Thee o my God! VVhen I was in my Grief What therefore in Return shall I To my Redeemer make Who thus of my expiring Soul Did so much Pitty take I 'll Drink of that most Sacred Cup Wherein Salvation lies And in Return thereof give up My Heart a Sacrifice In Presence of the People I My holy Vows will pay And to the Lord my Praises date From this most happy Day Psalm CXXX Being the Sixth of the Penitential Ones SUnk Lord beneath my Griefs to Thee I've now sent up my Cry Look therefore down and to my Plaints Thy gracious Ear apply For ah should'st Thou of our past Life Too strict Account demand Who can before Thee Lord appear Who can unpunish'd stand But lo in pardoning is great God! Thy Mercy still the same That the repenting World from thence May learn to fear thy Name In whom let Israel therefore trust Whose Mercies do abound Who frees us from the Guilt of Sin VVho is our Ransom found Psalm CXXXIII HOw pleasant is it Lord to see The Brethren live in Unity 'T is like that precious Ointment shed On thy great Sacrificer's Head Which down the holy Robe distill'd And with rich Scents its Borders fill'd Or like the kindly Dew which drops On Sion's sacred Mountain-Tops Ev'n so o Lord doth here below On all the Saints thy Blessings flow Who to resemble those above United are in Peace and Love Doxologie Glory be to the Father Son And Holy Ghost the Great Three-One Which ever was is now shall be Ascrib'd to all Eternity Psalm CXXXIV BEhold now bless the Lord Ye who by Night resort And to your God Attendance pay Within his holy Court Before the Throne of Grace Your Thanks aloud proclaim With grateful Hearts and Hands erect O praise God's holy Name Then shall th' eternal King His faithful People bless Sion shall even then be crown'd With lasting Happiness Psalm CXXXVII VVHen we ah by Euphrates Streams Were as sad Captives sat Far distant from our Native Soile Bemoaning of our Fate It was for Thee we Sion did In Tears our Loves express And all those dear Remembrances Of thy past Happiness Whilst hanging on the neighbouring Trees Our silent Harps were laid Which Sympathising with our Griefs No chearful Musick made 'T was here O here an Hebrew Song With an insulting Air They haughtily did then demand To whom we Prisoners were But how alas shall we our Harps Tune now to Sorrows Strains Or sing the Praises of our God Where a strange Monarch reigns Ah no Jerusalem if e're My Thoughts of Thee decay May on the warbling Harp my hand Forget her wonted Play Or may O may my ungrateful Tongue For ever silent be Ev'n now before my chiefest Mirth If I prefer not Thee Remember therefore those just Lord Who on th' Attaque were found Thus of Jerusalem to say O rase it to the Ground For such curs'd Babylon behold Is thy approaching Fate And unlamented Miseries Of thy declining State For ever blest the Victor be Who lays thy Feet in Chains And in that day ' gainst thy proud Walls shall dash thy Childrens Brains Psalm CXLI LOrd 't is on Thee alone I call And on thy Mercy do rely Reject not then my humble Suit When in my Wants to Thee I cry O let my Prayer before Thee come Like Smoke of Incense let it rise That my prepar'd Devotions may Be as an Evening Sacrifice Set Thou a Watch before my Mouth To keep thy Servant still in Fear That nothing from my Lips may pass Which may offend thy Sacred Ear. To wickedness O let not Lord My weak unguarded Heart incline Lest with th' Ungodly in their Ways I may unhappily combine But grant that I may rather be Reprov'd by those who Friendly Love For that unto my wounded Head VVill a balsamick Ointment prove And thus whilst Sinners Lord the Fruit Of their own Wickedness shall reap Let me through thy ne're-failing Love Their evil Machinations ' scape Psalm CXLIII Being the Seventh and last of the Penitential Ones GIve Ear o Lord to the Complaints Which I now make to Thee And in thy everlasting Truth Fail not to answer me Of my past Life do Thou not Lord Too strict Account demand For sure I am none justisy'd Shall in thy Presence stand The Foe hath long my Soul pursu'd Ev'n such has been my Dread That in the Dark I 've lain conceal'd As one that hath been dead So swelling are my Griefs become Which from my Fears â—rise My Heart grows desolate my Soul Immers'd in Sorrow lies But to my Comfort I o Lord Thy Works recall to Mind Nor are my God! those Days forgot Wherein thou hast been kind For Thee doth Lord my gasping Soul More languishingly wait Than thirsty Earth for Showers of Rain That 's parch'd with Summer's Heat Hear then good God my humble Suit Thy Presence let me have Lest I become like those who lye In the neglected Grave Betimes o let my Soul blest Lord Thy wonted Kindness meet And in the way that I shou'd walk Guide Thou my erring Feet From those who are against me set And wou'd my Life surprise Do Thou thy Servant now protect Who to thy Shelter flyes O teach me Thou that art my God Thy Sacred Laws t' obey And to the Land of Righteousness My Soul at length convey Psalm CXLV FOr ever O eternal God! I will thy Praises sing Thou who our great Creator art The everlasting King For Thou most worthy art our Love O brightest Excellence Whose Power is beyond a bound Whose Goodness is Immense One Age unto another still Thy Works to sing proceeds And to th' astonish'd World around Repeats thy mighty Deeds Wherefore dread Lord I will prepare Thy Glory to relate And in exalted Hymns display Thy bright Majestick State That they who me succeed may learn Thy Greatness to express And be with Reverence inform'd Of thy Almightiness For all must freely now confess They have Thy Favours found And where Thy Justice shou'd have reach'd Thy Love did most abound Whose Providence from our Relief No other Cares confine But still o're all thy Work alike Thy tender Mercies shine With whom in Consort therefore Lord We will our Thâ—nks proclaim And as it best becomes thy Saints Extol thy sacred Name Psalm CL. VVIthin his ever-sacred Courts Where his bright Honour 's known O let to God your Praises be In Hallelujahs shown Transcendent in his glorious Deeds Let Instruments express Those lofty Joys which best may Suit With his Almightiness Aloud in stately Levets let The Trumpet sound his Praise And the soft Strains o' th warbling Lute Your best Affections raise Let Violins and Organs both His Holiness advance O praise him on the high-ton'd Pipes O praise him in the Dance From loud and