108 A TRANSLATION OF CERTAIN PSALMS. 



I know that he my words will not despise, 

 Thanksgiving is to him a sacrifice. 

 But as for sinners, they shall be destroy d 

 From off the earth, their places shall be void. 

 Let all his works praise him with one accord ; 

 O praise the Lord, my soul ; praise ye the Lord ! 



THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXXVIiH PSALM. 



WHEN God return d us graciously 



Unto our native land, 

 We seem d as in a dream to be, 



And in a maze to stand. 



The heathen likewise they could say : 

 The God, that these men serve, 



Hath done great things for them this day, 

 Their nation to preserve. 



Tis true ; God hath pourM out his grace 



On us abundantly, 

 For which we yield him psalms and praise. 



And thanks with jubile, 



O Lord, turn our captivity, 

 As winds, that blow at south, 



Do pour the tides with violence 

 Back to the rivers mouth, 



