5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? 1 O! cast the haughty sinner down, PSALM 56. Second Part. 0. M. Go YOD counts the sorrows of his saints, 2 When to thy throne I raise my cry, So swift is pray'r to reach the sky, 3 In thee, most holy, just, and true, 4 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, 5 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death; That heart and hand, and life and breath PSALM 57. L. M. Praise for protection, grace, and truth. MY God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknowi Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, Above the heav'ns where angels dwell: 4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 6 Be thou exalted, O my God! JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When vile oppression wastes the land? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hand? Forgot ye then, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? High in the heav'ns his justice reigns: Yet you invade the rights of God, And death attends where'er it wounds; Against the pow'r of charming sounds. 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God! And crush the serpents in the dust: So let their names and hopes be lost. And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, "A God that hears his children cry, "And will their suff'rings well repay." PSALM 59. S. M. Complaints against invading foes. 1 ROM foes that round us rise, O God of heav'n, defend; FRO Who brave the vengeance of the skies, 3 Beneath the silent shade, 5 In vain their secret guile, His eye can pierce the deepest veil; 7 Then shall our grateful voice The nations round the earth rejoice, 1 PSALM 60. C. M. On a day of humiliation in war. LORD, thou hast scourg'd our guilty Behold thy people mourn: Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, 3 Our Zion trembles at thy stroke, 4 Exalt the banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; 5 Attend our armies to the fight, In vain shall num'rous pow'rs unite, 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: * 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, PSALM 61. First Part. S. M. W WHEN overwhelm'd with grief, Helpless and far from all relief, To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock, And make the covert of thy wings, That's high above my head; My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide: |