Third PART

Mind, O Iehovah, how the Foe Has loaded us with Shame; And how the foolish People have Blasphem'd thy sacred Name. The Soul of thy poor Turtle-Dove, To Herds of Prey give not; Nor let th' Assembly of the Poor Be evermore forgot. Thy faithful Cov'nant, Lord, regard; For the dark Parts, we see, Of th' Earth, are fill'd with rueful Seats Of monstrous Cruelty. O let not the Oppress'd return, Unheard, and fill'd with Shame But let the Poor, and Needy, still Have Cause to praise thy Name. Arise, O God, plead thine own Cause; And bear in Memory, With what Contempt, the foolish Man, Daily, reproacheth Thee. Forget not, Lord, the scornful Voice Of thine insulting Foes; Their Tumult constantly ascends, And more blasphemous grows.