13 The tusked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots; Wild beasts there browze, and make their food 55 Her grapes and tender shoots. 14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down From heav'n, thy seat divine; Behold us, but without a frown, 60 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand Hath set, and planted long, And the young branch, that for thyself 65 16 But now it is consum'd with fire, 17 Upon the man of thy right hand 18 So shall we not go back from thee 19 Return us and thy grace divine, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, To Jacob's God, that all may hear, 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, The cheerful psaltery bring along, 3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon Th' appointed time, the day whereon 4 This was a statute giv'n of old A law of Jacob's God, to hold, 15 From whence they might not swerve. 5 This he a testimony ordain'd In Joseph, not to change, When, as he pass'd through Egypt land, 6 From burden, and from slavish toil, His hands from pots, and miry soil, 20 In honour bend thy knee. 40 10 I am the Lord thy God, which brought Thee out of Egypt land; Ask large enough, and I, besought, Will grant thy full demand. 11 And yet my people would not hear, Nor hearken to my voice; 45 And Israel, whom I lov'd so dear, 12 Then did I leave them to their will, 50 Their own conceits they follow'd still, 13 0, that my people would be wise, To serve me all their days! And O, that Israel would advise 55 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 60 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend; But they, his people, should remain, 16 And he would feed them from the shock With flow'r of finest wheat, 65 And satisfy them from the rock With honey for their meat. PSALM LXXXII. 1 GOD in the great assembly stands 2 How long will ye pervert the right 5 3 Regard the weak and fatherless, 4 Defend the poor and desolate, 5 They know not, nor will understand, The earth's foundations all are mov'd, 6 I said that ye were gods, yea all 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 shall by right The nations all possess. PSALM LXXXIII. 1 BE not thou silent now at length, 2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And storm outrageously; 5 And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3 Against thy people they contrive Their plots and counsels deep; 10 Them to ensnare they chiefly strive, 4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be; That Israel's name for ever may 15 Be lost in memory. 5 For they consult with all their might, And all, as one in mind, Themselves against thee they unite, 20 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Of scornful Ishmael, Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon, there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, All these have lent their armed hands 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, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, So let their princes speed; 35 40 As Zeba and Zalmunna bled, So let their princes bleed. 12 For they amidst their pride have said, By right now shall we seize 45 God's houses, and will now invade Their stately palaces. 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, No quiet let them find; 50 Giddy and restless let them reel The greedy flame runs higher and higher 55 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. 60 18 Then shall they know, that Thou, whose Name 65 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, 5 Hath found a house of rest; 10 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 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 wat'ry dale, Where springs and show'rs 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 10 For one day in thy courts to be, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, With sin for evermore. 40 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. 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive 5 And all their sin, that did thee grieve, 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return 10 From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd 4 God of our saving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore; Thine indignation cause to cease Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 15 20 45 |