A new version of the Psalms of David: together with all the church-hymns, into metre, smooth, plain and easie to the most ordinary capacities: and yet as close to the original languages, and the last and best English translation, as the nature of such a work will well permit. By Simon Ford, D.D. and rector of Old Swinford in Worcestershire.

Part XXI.

[verse 161] Princes my Persecutors were Who never gave them cause: But yet thy words most holy fear My heart from sinning aws. [verse 162] Thy word creates a joyfulness In me, as large each way, As doth the heart of him possess, Who findeth ample prey.

[verse 163] I hate, and perfectly detest All lies of ev'ry kind: But for thy Law, within my breast, A perfect love I find. [verse 164] No less then seven times a day, Thy praises I declare: This duty I thy Judgments pay, For very just they are.

[verse 165] Great is the peace, which all of those Who love thy Law attends:

Their hearts enjoy such sweet repose, That nothing them offends. [verse 166] Look'd with firm hope, O Lord, have I For thy salvations aid: And thy Commandments faithfully Have, whiles I hop'd, obey'd.

[verse 167] I to thy testimonies bear A love that doth exceed: Whence in my soul, an earnest care To keep them all, is bred. [verse 168] Thy holy testimonies, and Thy precepts I obey'd: For all my ways, I understand, Before thy face are laid.