Blow, as is wont, in the new moon With trumpets' lofty sound, Our solemn feast comes round. For Israel to observe, From whence they might not swerve. This he a testimony ordain'd in Joseph, not to change, When as he pass'd through Egypt land, The tongue I heard was strange. I set his shoulder free; Deliver'd were by me. On me then didst thou call, And led thee out of thrall. With clouds encompass'd rounds Of Meribah renown'd. I testify to thee, If thou wilt list to me, No alien God shall be, In honour bend thy knee. Thee out of Egypt land; Will grant thy full demand And yet my people would not hear, Nor hearken to my voice; Misliked me for his choice. And to their wand'ring mind; Their own devices blind. To serve me all their days, To walk my righteous ways. That now 80 proudly rise, That are their enemies. To bow to him and bend, Their tiine should have no end. With flour of finest wheat, And satisfy them from the rock With honey for their meat. PSALM LXXXIL God in the great assembly stands Of kings and lordly states, He judges and debates. With judgment false and wrong, Who thence grow bold and strong! Regard the weak and fatherless, 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 on, And out of order gone. The sons of God most high; shall die like men, and fall 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. Their plots and counsels deep, Them to ensnare they chiefly strive, Whom thou dost hide and keep PSALMS. 311 Come let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be, Be lost in memory. And all as one in mind And in firm union bind. I 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 : To aid the sons of Lot. That wasted all the coast, Thou didst to Jabin's host, When at the brook of Kishon old They were repulsed and slain, At Erdor quite cut off, and rollid As dung upon the plain. As Zeb and Oreb evii sped, So let their princes speed, So let their princes bleed. By right now shall we seize 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 PSALM LXXXIV. 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, |