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Regard the weak and fatherless,

Despatch the poor man's cause, And raise the man in deep distress

By just and equal laws. Defend the poor and desolate,

And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men tho low estate

Of him that help demands.
They know not, nor will understand,

In darkness, they walk c",
The earth's foundations all are moved,

And out of order gone.
I said that ye were gods, yea all

The sons of God most high ;
But
ye

shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might,

This wicked earth redress,
For thou art He who shall by right

The nations all possess.

PSALM LXXXIII.

Be not thou silent now at length,

O God, hold not thy peace,
Sit thou not still, O God of strength,

We cry, and do not cease.
For lo, thy furious foes now swell,

And storm outrageously,
And they that hate thee proud and fell

Exalt their heads full high. Against thy people they contrive

Their plots and counsels deep, Them to ensnare they chiefly strive,

Whom thou dost hide and keep.

Come let

us

cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be, That Israel's name for ever may

Be lost in memory. For they consult with all their might,

And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they unite,

And in firm union bind.

The tents of Edom, and the brood

Of scornful Ishmael,
Moab, with them of Lagar's blood,

That in the desert dwell,
Gebal and Ammon there conspire,

And hateful Amalek,
The Philistines, and they of Tyre,

Whose bounds the sea doth check,
With them great Ashur also bands,

And doth confirm the knot : All these have lent their armed hands

To aid the sons of Lot.

Do to them as to Midian bold,

That wasted all the coast, To Sisera, and as is told

Thou didst to Jabin's host, When at the brook of Kishon old

They were repulsed and slain, At Endor quite cut off, and rollid

As dung upon the plain. As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,

So let their princes speed, As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled,

So let their princes bleed. For they amidst their pride have said,

By right now shall we seizé God's houses, and will now invade Their stately palaces,

My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find,
Giddy and restless let them reel

Like stubble from the wind.
As when an aged wood takes fire

Which on a sudden strays,
The greedy flame runs higher and higher

Till all the mountains blaze,
So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

And with thy tempest chase;
And till they yield thee honour due;

Lord, fill with shame their face.
Ashamed, and troubled let them be,

Troubled and shamed for ever, Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and scape it never.
Then shall they know that thou whose name

Jehovah is alone,
Art the Most High, and thou the same

O’er all the earth art one

PSALM LXXXIV.

How lovely are thy dwellings fair !

O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are,

Where thou dost dwell so near ! My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for thee.
There ev’n the sparrow freed from wrong

Hath found a house of rest,
The swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding nest,

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Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

They find their safe abode, And home they fly from round the coasts

Toward thee, my King, my God. Happy, who in thy house reside,

Where thee they ever praise,
Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways.
They pass through Baca’s thirsty vale,

That dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful wat’ry dale

Where springs and show'rs abound. They journey on from strength to strength

With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.
Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God, give ear,
Thou God our shield, look on the face

Of thy anointed dear.
For one day in thy courts to be

Is better, and more blest,
Than in the joys of vanity

A thousand days at best.
I in the temple of my God

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,

With sin for evermore.
For God the Lord, both sun and shield,

Gives grace and glory bright,
No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right.
Lord God of Hosts that reign’st on high,

That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV.

Thy land to favour graciously

Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returnèd Jacob back.
Th' iniquity thou didst forgive

That wrought thy people woe,
And all their sin, that did thee grieve,

Hast hid where none shall know.
Thine anger all thou hadst removed,

And calmly didst return
From thy fierce wrath whieh we had proved

Far worse than fire to burn.
God of our saving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore,
Thine indignation cause to cease

Toward us, and chide no more.
Wilt thou be angry without end,

For ever angry thus,
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us ?
Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice,

And us again revive,
That so thy people may rejoice

By thee preserved alive P
Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy show,
Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.
And now what God the Lord will speak,

I will go straight and hear,
For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints full dear,
To his dear saints he will speak peace,

But let them never more

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