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Pervert, O Lord, and subtervert them all,
That joy to see a mischief me befall.

3. Let them be soon abash'd that wish to see, And, seeing, frolic in my misery.

4. But let them all that seek thee, still rejoice, And to their joy tune their well pleasing voice; Such as delight in thy salvation, Lord,

Let them still praise thy name with one accord.

5. As for thy servant, I am poor; O haste, Haste to my succour; else my hope is past.

6. Thou art my sole Redeemer, my sole aid; O stay not long, for I am sore dismay'd.

PSALM XCIII.

By Joseph Bryan.

To St. Bernard's Hymn of Cur mundus militat?

1. GOD, who of naught at all, this All did fashion,

'Tis he alone reigneth, and hath domination;

Eye-dazzling majesty clothes him most gloriously;
Strength, power, glory, girt him victoriously.
Earth's base is flitting, air mov'd with agility;
Yet stands it unmoved in fixed stability.

2. Lord, when thy throne was fix'd wants resolution, Thou art beyond old Time's vast revolution.

3. The floods spew from their depths deep and unmeasured Mountain-resembling waves, long before treasured. The floods the winds crossings brooking injuriously, Dash against heaven's front billows most furiously.

4. The sea bandies billows like balls light rebounding; The waves counter-crossing like thunder resounding. Lord, thou true Neptune, wave taming, sea-ruling still,

At thy rebuke they droop faintly reculing still.

The sea's mounting surges are curbed supernally,

The bands that are set them, do bound them eternally.

5. Lord, thy good promise is free from mutation; Thy house is still graced with sanctification.

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