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PSALM 18. Second Part. L.M.
Christian Sincerity. (cont.)

6	And men that love revenge shall know, God hath an arm of vengeance too.

PSALM 18. Third Part. L.M.
Rejoicing in God our Saviour.

1	JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode: Who is a God beside the Lord? Or whereas a refuge like our God?
2	'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy sword to wield; And while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3	He lives, (and blessed be my Rock) The God of my salvation lives; The dark designs of hell he broke: Sweet is the peace my Saviour gives.
4	Before the scoffers of the age I will exalt my Saviour's name Nor tremble at their mighty rage; But meet reproach, and bear the shame.

PSALM 18. Fourth Part. C.M.
Victory over temporal enemies.

1	We love thee, Lord, and we adore;    Now is thine arm reveal 'd: Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r;    Our bulwark and our shield.
2	We fly to our eternal rock,    And find a sure defence: His holy name our lips invoke,    And draw salvation thence.
3	When God our leader shines in arms,    What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms?    The lightning of his spear?

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PSALM 18. Fourth Part. C.M.
Victory over temporal enemies. (cont.)

4	He rides upon the winged wind;    And angels in array, In millions, wait to know his mind,    And swift as flames obey.
5	He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke    Whole armies are dismay'd; His voice, his frown, his angry look    Strikes all their courage dead.
6	He forms our gen'rals for the field,    With all their dreadful skill; Gives them his awful sword to wield,    And makes their hearts of steel.
7	He arms our captains to the fight,    (Tho' there his name's forgot) He girded Cyrus with his might,    When Cyrus knew him not.
8	Oft has the Lord whole nations blest    For his own children's sake: The pow'rs, that give his people rest.    Shall of his care partake.

PSALM 18. Fifth Part. C.M.
The Conqueror's Song.

1	O thine almighty arm we owe    The triumphs of the day; Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,    And melt his strength away.
2	'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,    And break united powers: Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale    The proudest of their tow'rs.
3	How have we chas'd them thro' the field,    And trod them to the ground; While thy salvation was our shield,    And they no shelter found!