Regard the weak and fatherless, Defend the poor and desolate, They know not, nor will understand, I said that ye were gods, yea all But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress, For thou art He who shall by right For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And storm outrageously, And they that hate thee proud and fell Exalt their heads full high. Against thy people they contrive Their plots and counsels deep, Them to ensnare they chiefly strive, Whom thou dost hide and keep. For they consult with all their might, The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, With them great Ashur also bands, All these have lent their armèd hands Do to them as to Midian bold, That wasted all the coast, To Sisera, and as is told Thou didst to Jabin's host, When at the brook of Kishon old As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, So let their princes speed, As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled, For they amidst their pride have said, My God, oh make them as a wheel, As when an aged wood takes fire The greedy flame runs higher and higher So with thy whirlwind them pursue, Ashamed, and troubled let them be, Ever confounded, and so die With shame, and scape it never. Then shall they know that thou whose name Jehovah is alone, Art the Most High, and thou the same PSALM LXXXIV. How lovely are thy dwellings fair! My soul doth long and almost die There ev'n the sparrow freed from wrong Hath found a house of rest, The swallow there, to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest, Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, And home they fly from round the coasts Happy, who in thy house reside, Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, Where springs and show'rs abound. They journey on from strength to strength Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear, Thou God our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more blest, I in the temple of my God Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, With sin for evermore. For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. PSALM LXXXV. THY land to favour graciously Th' iniquity thou didst forgive Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy fierce wrath which we had proved God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease Toward us, and chide no more. Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us? Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice By thee preserved alive? Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy show, Thy saving health to us afford, And life in us renew. And now what God the Lord will speak, For to his people he speaks peace, And to his saints full dear, To his dear saints he will speak peace, |