PARAPHRASE OF THE THIRD PSALM.

O Lord, how numerous are my foes!

A people, call'd my own,

Rebel against me, and oppose

My Gospel and my crown!

Their slanderous lips presume to say

That thou art not my friend,

And call my soul a cast-away

Thine arm will not defend!

But thou, my glory and my shield—

The God in whom I trust

Shall yet the promis'd succour yield,

And raise me from the dust.

When in the vale of grief and care,

To thee my sorrows cried,

From Zion's hill thou deign'dst to hear,

And all my wants supplied.

I laid me down in peace to sleep,

And fear'd no hostile arm;

For thou didst all my slumbers keep

Secure from every harm.

Though Legion, with ten thousand foes,

Against my kingdom rise,

In thee will I my trust repose,

And every fear despise.

O save me by thy mighty aid;

Help and defend my cause;

Oft hast thou bruis'd Apollyon's head,

And snatch'd me from his jaws.

For none but thee the pow'r possess

To save or to destroy.

O Lord, thy people save, and bless

With never-ending joy.

I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.-Psalm xci. ver. 2.

Shall I on man's vain strength depend?

Man is a frail, uncertain friend.

No, Lord; my trust shall be in thee—

An everlasting friend to me.

Shall I in princes put my trust?

Princes and kings are nought but dust.

No, Lord; I'll put my trust in thee :—

Thou art a Prince of Life to me.