Imatges de pÓgina
PDF
EPUB

13 Oh that My people would be wise, To serve Me all their days!

And oh that Israel would advise

To walk My righteous ways!

14 Then would I soon bring down their foes,
That now so proudly rise,

And turn My hand against all those
That are their enemies.

15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain
To bow to Him and bend ;

But they, His people, should remain ;
Their time should have no end.

16 And He would feed them from the shock
With flour of finest wheat,
And satisfy them from the rock
With honey for their meat.

[blocks in formation]

60

IO

4 Defend the poor and desolate,
And rescue from the hands

Of wicked men the low estate
Of him that help demands.

5 They know not, nor will understand;
In darkness they walk on;

The earth's foundations all are moved,
And out of order gone.

6 I said that ye were gods, yea all The sons of God Most High;

7 But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die.

8 Rise, God; judge Thou the earth in might;
This wicked earth redress;

For Thou art He who shalt by right
The nations all possess.

20

PSALM LXXXIII.

I 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 ensnare they chiefly strive Whom Thou dost hide and keep.

IO

[blocks in formation]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

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 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

Art the Most High, and Thou the same
O'er all the earth art One.

PSALM LXXXIV.

I How lovely are Thy dwellings fair!

O Lord of Hosts, how dear

The pleasant tabernacles are
Where Thou dost dwell so near!

50

60

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 even the sparrow, freed from wrong,
Hath found a house of rest;

The swallow there, to lay her young,

Hath built her brooding nest;

Even 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.

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.

ΙΟ

20

30

« AnteriorContinua »