APPROACH, ye piously dispos'd, Let him who Length of Life desires, His Lins from Falsehood free. The crooked Paths of Vice decline, And Virtue's Ways pursue, Establish Peace, where 'tis begun; And where 'tis lost, renew. The Lord from Heav'n beholds the Just With favorable Eyes, And, when distress'd, his gracious Ear Is open to their Cries. But turns his wrathful Look on those To cut them off, and from the Earth The Wicked oft, but still in vain, For God preserves the Souls of those, PSALM XXXV. LORD, strive with them that take the field, contend with them that fight; Gird on thy buckler, spread the shield, and vindicate my right. Draw out the spear, and stop their way, who seek to shed my blood, And to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Saviour, God." Let them in shame be cast behind, who strive for my defeat; Make them like chaff before the wind, their host let angels meet: Drive them in darkness through the snares they causeless for me laid. Make them to fall at unawares, into the pit they made. Then joy in thee shall tune my tongue, for thy great grace to me And all my powers shall raise the song, "Lord who is like to thee?" Thou dost with strength uphold the weak, from him that is too strong; And dost with favor shield the meek from spoilers and from wrong. False witnesses against me stood, though I was clear from guile; They rendered evil for my good, and did my soul despoil. When sickness and distress were theirs my soul with fasting mourned, Those blessings sought for them in prayers, into my breast returned. For them in sackcloth I did bend, for them warm tears I shed; As tho' bereft of dearest friend, or for a mother dead. Yet in my halting they were glad, assembled objects vile; They gnashed and tore, and mockers had, I knew it not the while. How long wilt thou look on, oh Lord! from ruin save my soul; Then shall my thanks exalt thy word, with throngs thy name extol. Let not my foes exult in wrongs, in falsehoods, taunts and strife; Save from their sneers and vaunting tongues the men of peaceful life. "Our eyes have seen, aha!" they cried, Lord, come, for thou hast known; Rouse up for right, my cause decide, ascend thy righteous throne Judge me in truth before the proud, is all that I desire, Let them not say, and shout aloud, "We slew him in our ire." Clothe them who boast in robes of shame, and humble men of pride; Let those who love my cause exclaim, "May God be magnified!" Let them with shouts their joy express, and never ceasing praise, Then will I tell thy righteousness, thy glory all my days. ABNER JONES. (Published New York, 1850.) PSALM XXXVI. THY mercy, Lord, is in the heavn's; Thy truth doth reach the clouds: Thy justice is like mountains great; Thy judgments deep as floods. Lord, thou preservest man and beast. How precious is thy grace! Therefore, in shadow of thy wings, Men's sons their trust shall place. Oh Lord! thou know'st what things I want; My mournings are not hidd from thee: My strength decayes, my hart doth pant, Mine eyesight also faileth me. My freinds and kindred shun my grief: My lovers hide themselves away: And they who seek to take my life, Close-engines to ensnare me lay. Yea, they who for my harm await, Speake words that full of mischief are: Yet how al day they muze deceit, I (hearing) will not seeme to hear. Nay I have stood as mute as he Whose tongue is parcht, whose throte is dry, Whose eares depriv'd of hearing be; And answere I expect from thee: They, in my fall, themselves delight; And my transgressions I bewaile; Yet still my foes encrease and live; Yea, still my foes causeless prevaile. Moreover they who render ill For doing well; have mee withstood, And borne me hate for my good-will, Because I love the thing that's good. Lord, go not far, therefore, from hence; From me, my God! depart not farr: But make thou speed in my defence; Because from thee my succours are. GEORGE WITHER (1588-1667). PSALM XXXIX. I vow'n to keep my waies upright, wrong. While siners were, therfore, in sight, But greefs did them to stirr beginn, Lord of my end, informe thou me: For loe, my life is but a spann; It seems as nothing in thine eyes: Ev'n at his best most vaine is man, And like a shade away he flies. He tires himself with needless paines, And knowes not who shall reap the gaines. On thee, therefore I do attend: My trust, oh Lord, I place on thee. From all my sinns, my soul defend; From flouting fooles preserve thou mee: For I forbare to speak a word, Because it was thy doing Lord. Thy hand with blowes doth me inflict; Oh! take thy heavy strokes away. When thou for sinn dost man correct, Thou, Moth-like, fretst their Forme awaie. Therfore no cause of doubts remaine, That ev'ry man is wholie vaine. Lord, heare my suite: my criengs hear; Before I passe from hence for aye. PSALM XL. I WAITED meekly for the Lord, And heard from heaven my humble cry. How shall my grateful heart recount The works, O God, which Thou hast wrought! The treasures of Thy love surmount The power of numbers, speech, and thought. I know that Thou hast not desir'd O help me, therefore, to fulfil PSALM XLI. THE man is blest that heeds the pore, From dangers God will him repreeve: He will preserve his life, therfore, And unto him preferment give. The Lord will gard him from his foes, When him they labour to surprise; Refresh him when that weak he growes, And make his bedd, when sicke he lies. In mercie cure my soul I pray; For Lord, ev'n thee I did offend. Vile words of me my foes do say; And with my fame and life had end. When me they spie, fair showes they make: But in their harts my harm desire; Which when they come abroade, they speake, Where all my foes my wrong conspire. Some ill disease hath he( they sedd) Hee's downe, and shall no more arise: Nay, he whom I have lov'd and fedd, (My trusted freind) did me despise. But help me, Lord, and raise me now, That I their dealings may requite. I shall thereby my favour knowe, GEORGE WITHER (1588-1667). |