8 Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might, 25 This wicked earth redress, For thou art he who shall by right 5 PSALM LXXXIII. 1 BE not thou silent now at length, Sit thou not still, O God of strength, We cry, and do not cease. 2 For lo thy furious foes now swell, And storm outrageously, And they that hate thee proud and fell Exalt their heads full high. 3 Against thy people they contrive Their plots and counsels deep, That Israel's name for ever may Be lost in memory. 5 For they consult with all their might, And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they unite, And in firm union bind. 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood 10 15 00 Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, Whose bounds the sea doth check. 8 With them great Ashur also bands, And doth confirm the knot: All these have lent their armed hands To aid the sons of Lot. 9 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 repuls'd and slain, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd As dung upon the plain. 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, So let their princes speed, As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled, So let their princes bleed. 12 For they amidst their pride have said, By right now shall we seize God's houses, and will now invade Their stately palaces. 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, Giddy and restless let them reel 30 45 40 35 3. 14 As when an aged wood takes fire The greedy flame runs higher and higher 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, 16 And till they yield thee honour due; Lord, fill with shame their face 17 Asham'd, and troubled let them be, Troubled and sham'd for ever, Ever confounded, and so die With shame, and scape it never. 18 Then shall they know that thou whose name Jehovah is alone, Art the most high, and thou the same PSALM LXXXIV. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! Where thou dost dwell so near! 2 My soul doth long and almost die Thy courts, O Lord, to see; My heart and flesh aloud do cry, O living God, for thee. 3 There ev'n the sparrow freed from wrong Hath found a house of rest, 10 The swallow there, to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest, And home they fly from round the coasts 15 4 Happy, who in thy house reside, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways. 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful watry dale Where springs and show'rs abound. 20 7 They journey on from strength to strength 25 With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear, 9 Thou God our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more blest, A thousand days at best. Had rather keep a door, 30 35 40 11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, 45 That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, PSALM LXXXV. 1 Tny land to favour graciously 2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive That wrought thy people woe, 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our saving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore, 10 15 |