Wise, and wonderful, and just.
PSALM CXXXII.
PART I. 7-9.
1 Now to the temple of our God
We will with joy repair;
Low at the footstool of his grace
Present our humble pray'r.
2 Arise, O Lord, into thy rest,
Thy wonted seat possess;
Thou and thy ark of saving strength,
The waiting temple bless.
3 The priests who at thy altars wait
In righteousness array;
Inspire our souls with joyful praise,
And hear us when we pray.
1 To David thus Jehovah sware:
Thy children shall thy throne maintain;
From age to age the sceptre bear,
Till on that throne Messiah reign.
2 Zion my chosen hill of old,
My rest, my dwelling, my delight,
With loving kindness I uphold,
Her walls are ever in my sight.
3 I satisfy her poor with bread;
Her tables with abundance bless;
Joy in her sons and daughters shed,
And clothe her priests with righteousness.
4 There David's horn shall bud and bloom,
The branch of glory and renown;
His foes my vengeance shall consume,
Him with eternal years I crown.
1 How vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,
Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love.
2 True love is like that precious oil,
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes
Its costly moisture shed.
3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
Or like the early drops, that fall
On Sion's fruitful hill.
4 For Sion is the chosen seat,
Where the Almighty King
The promis'd blessing has ordain'd,
And life's eternal spring.
PSALM CXXXIII.
1 Sweet is the love that mutual glows
Within each brother's breast,
And binds in gentlest bonds each heart,
All blessing and all blest.
2 Sweet as the od❜rous balsam pour'd
On Aaron's sacred head;
Which o'er his beard, and down his vest,
A breathing fragrance shed.
3 Like morning dews on Zion's mount,
That spread their silver rays,
And deck with gems the verdant pomp
Which Hermon's top displays.
4 To such the Lord of life and love,
His blessing shall extend;
On earth, a life of joy and peace-
Then, life that ne'er shall end.
the Lord with solemn rite,
In hymns extol his name,
Ye, who within his house by night
Watch round the altar's flame.
2 Lift up your hands amid the place
Where burns the sacred sign,
And pray that thus Jehovah's face
O'er all the earth
may shine.
3 From Zion, from his holy hill,
The Lord, our Maker, send
The perfect knowledge of his will,
Salvation without end.
PSALM CXXXVI. 1-9, 25, 26.
.1 To God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great:
For God doth prove
Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.
2 To him, whose wondrous pow'r
All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
Your grateful homage pay
3 At his supreme command,fu
Amazing works are wrought;
By his almighty hand
The sky with glories fraught:
For God, &c.
4 He spread the ocean round
About the spacious land,
And bade the rising ground
Above the waters stand:
For God, &c.
5 By him the heavens display
Their beauteous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night:
For God, &c.
6 His hands the food supply
On which all creatures live:
To God, who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give:
For God, &c.
1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
For Zion's woes our hearts did rend:
Our harps, in tune no longer kept,
Upon the willows we suspend.
2 For there our foes insult us still,
And taunting, aggravate our wrongs:
Captives, display your boasted skill;
Come sing us one of Zion's songs."
3 The songs of Zion are the Lord's,
And his are all the notes we raise;
We will not touch the tuneful chords,
Till we can sound them in his praise.
4 While Zion lies in ruin still,
Dare we her dear remembrance leave?
No, first these hands shall lose their skill,
These tongues shall to our palates cleave.
5 Remember, Lord, how Edom's sons
Proudly contemn'd us in our woes,
Triumph'd o'er Zion's scatter'd stones,
And urg'd to rage her cruel foes.
6 But God will Babylon destroy;
Her righteous doom shall none retard;
And happy he who sees the day
When she shall meet her due reward.
1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to thee;
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
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