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13 Oh that My people would be wise,
To serve Me all their days !
To walk My righteous ways !
14 Then would I soon bring down their foes,
That now so proudly rise,
That are their enemies.
15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain
To bow to Him and bend;
Their time should have no end.
16 And He would feed them from the shock
With flour of finest wheat,
With honey for their meat.
8 Rise, God; judge Thou the earth in might;
This wicked earth redress;
The nations all possess.
i Be not Thou silent now at length;
O God, hold not Thy peace :
We cry and do not cease.
2 For lo! Thy furious foes now swell,
And storm outrageously ;
Exalt their heads full high.
3 Against Thy people they contrive
Their plots and counsels deep; Them to ensnare 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.'
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;
Like stubble from the wind.
14 As, when an aged wood takes fire
Which on a sudden strays,
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 Ashamed and troubled let them be,
Troubled and shamed 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
O'er all the earth art One.
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 ;
O living God, for Thee.
3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,
Hath found a house of rest;
Hath built her brooding nest;
Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,
They find their safe abode;
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 watery dale
Where springs and showers abound.
7 They journey on from strength to strength
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 annointed 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.