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Regard the weak and fatherless,
Despatch the poor man's cause, And raise the man in deep distress
By just and equal laws. Defend the poor and desolate,
And rescue from the hands
Of him that help demands.
In darkness, they walk c",
And out of order gone.
The sons of God most high ;
shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth redress,
The nations all possess.
Be not thou silent now at length,
O God, hold not thy peace,
We cry, and do not cease.
And storm outrageously,
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.
cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be, That Israel's name for ever may
Be lost in memory. For they consult with all their might,
And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.
The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful Ishmael,
That in the desert dwell,
And hateful Amalek,
Whose bounds the sea doth check,
And doth confirm the knot : All these have lent their armed hands
To aid the sons of Lot.
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
They were repulsed and slain, At Endor quite cut off, and rollid
As dung upon the plain. As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,
So let their princes speed, As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled,
So let their princes bleed. For they amidst their pride have said,
By right now shall we seizé God's houses, and will now invade Their stately palaces,
My God, oh make them as a wheel,
No quiet let them find,
Like stubble from the wind.
Which on a sudden strays,
Till all the mountains blaze,
And with thy tempest chase;
Lord, fill with shame their face.
Troubled and shamed for ever, Ever confounded, and so die
With shame, and scape it never.
Jehovah is alone,
O’er all the earth art one
How lovely are thy dwellings fair !
O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are,
Where thou dost dwell so near ! My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
O living God, for thee.
Hath found a house of rest,
Hath built her brooding nest,
Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,
They find their safe abode, And home they fly from round the coasts
Toward thee, my King, my God. Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise,
And in their hearts thy ways.
That dry and barren ground,
Where springs and show'rs abound. They journey on from strength to strength
With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length
In Sion do appear.
O Jacob's God, give ear,
Of thy anointed dear.
Is better, and more blest,
A thousand days at best.
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
Gives grace and glory bright,
Whose ways are just and right.
That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest.
Thy land to favour graciously
Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
Returnèd Jacob back.
That wrought thy people woe,
Hast hid where none shall know.
And calmly didst return
Far worse than fire to burn.
Turn us, and us restore,
Toward us, and chide no more.
For ever angry thus,
From age to age on us ?
And us again revive,
By thee preserved alive P
To us thy mercy show,
And life in us renew.
I will go straight and hear,
And to his saints full dear,
But let them never more