7 He'll Sion find with numbers fill'd PSALM LXXXVIII. To thee, my God and Saviour, I 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear; 3 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, 8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone, 9 My eyes from weeping never cease; 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? Shall the mute grave thy love confess! A mould'ring tomb thy faithfulness? 12 Thy truth and pow'r renown obtain Where darkness and oblivion reign ? 13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn; My pray'r prevents the early morn :. 14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook, Nor once vouchsaf'd 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 has burst upon my head, Thy terrors fill my soul with dread; 17 Environ'd as with waves combin❜d, And for a gen'ral deluge join'd. 18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all Remov'd from sight, and out of call; To dark oblivion all retir'd, Dead, or at least to me expir'd. 'T PSALM LXXXIX. HY mercies, Lord, shall be my song; Thy never-failing truth shall tell. "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.” To vie with Israel's God shall dare? 7 With rev'rence and religious dread, His saints should to his temple press; 8 Lord God of armies, who can boast Of strength or pow'r like thine renown'd! Of such a num'rous, faithful host, As that which does thy throne surround? 9 Thou dost the lawless sea controul, And change the prospect of the deep; 11 In thee the sov'reign right remains 13 Thy arm is mighty, strong thy hand, 14 Possess'd of absolute command, Thou truth and mercy dost maintain. 15 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear Thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound; Who may at festivals appear, With thy most glorious presence crown'd. 16 Thy saints shall always be o'erjoy'd, Who on thy sacred Name rely; And, in thy righteousness employ'd, Above their foes be rais'd on high. 17 For in thy strength they shall advance, Whose conquests from thy favour spring; 18 The Lord of hosts is our defence, And Israel's God our Israel's King. 19 Thus spak'st thou by the Prophet's voice, 20" My servant David I have found, 21" Him shall the hand support that crown'd, "And them before his face destroy 24" My truth and grace shall him sustain ; "His God and rock of safety call; 27 "Him I my first-born son will make, "And earthly kings his subjects all. 28 "To him my mercy I'll secure, “My covʼnant make for ever fast : 29"His seed for ever shall endure; "His throne, till heav'n dissolves, shall last. PART II. SO" But if his heirs my law forsake, "And from my sacred precepts stray; 31"If they my righteous statutes break, "Nor strictly my commands obey; 32" Their sins I'll visit with a rod, "And for their folly make them smart; 33"Yet will not cease to be their God, "Nor from my truth, like them depart. 34"My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, "But in remembrance fast retain ; "The thing that once my lips have spoke "Shall in eternal force remain. 35"Once I have sworn, but once for all, "And made my holiness the tie, "That I my grant will ne'er recall, "Nor to my servant David lie; 36"Whose throne and race the constant sun "Shall, like his course, establish'd see ; 37" Of this my oath, thou conscious moon, "In heav'n my faithful witness be." 38 Such was thy gracious promise, Lord; But thou hast now our tribes forsook, Thy own Anointed hast abhorr'd, And turn'd on him thy wrathful look. 39 Thou seemest to have render'd void The cov'nant with thy servant made; And in the dust his honour laid. 42 His ruin does glad triumphs yield To foes, advanc'd by thee to might; 43 Thou hast his conqu❜ring sword unsteel'd, His valour turn'd to shameful flight. 44 His glory is to darkness fled, His throne is levell'd with the ground; 45 His youth to wretched bondage led, With shame o'erwhelm'd and sorrow drown'd. 46 How long shall we thy absence mourn? Or rescue from the grave his soul, The grave that must mankind entomb? 49 Lord, where's thy love, thy boundless grace, The oath to which thy truth did seal, Consign'd to David and his race, The grant which time shall ne'er repeal. 50 See how thy servants treated are With infamy, reproach and spite; 51 How they, reproaching thy great Name, 52 Yet thy just praises we'll proclaim, And ever sing, The Lord be blest. PSALM XC. LORD, the Saviour and defence From age to age thou still hast been 2 Before thou brought'st the mountains forth, Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust, |