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This wicked earth redress,

For thou art he who shall by right

The nations all

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PSALM LXXXIII.

1 BE not thou silent now at length,
O God, hold not thy peace,

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,
Them to insnare they chiefly strive,

Whom thou dost hide and keep. 4 Come let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be,

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 Of scornful Ishmael,

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Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,
That in the desert dwell,

7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
And hateful Amalec,

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,
No quiet let them find,
Giddy and restless let them reel

Like stubble from the wind.

14 As when an aged wood takes fire

Which on a sudden strays,

The greedy flame runs higher and higher
Till all the mountains blaze,

15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
And with thy tempest chase;

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
O'er all the earth art one.

PSALM LXXXIV.

1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hosts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,
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,

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The swallow there, to lay her young

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 15
Toward thee, my King, my God.

4 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise,

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.

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,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
I in the temple of my God

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Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,
With sin for evermore.

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11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright,

No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right.

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That man is truly blest,

Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV.

1 THY land to favour graciously

Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returned Jacob back.

2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy people woe,
And all their sin, that did thee grieve,
Hast hid where none shall know.

3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return

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,

Thine indignation cause to cease Toward us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, For ever angry thus,