18 So shall we still continue free from whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee, will always praise thy holy name. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou the lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now, 1 like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. PSALM LXXXI. O God, our never-failing strength, And jointly make a cheerful noise 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch your instruments of joy ; Let psalteries and pleasant harps your grateful skill employ. 3 Let trumpets at the great new moon their joyful voices raise, To celebrate th' appointed time, the solemn day of praise. 4 For this a statute was of old, which Jacob's God decreed ; To be with pious care observ'd by Israel's chosen seed. 5 This he for a memorial fix'd, when, freed from Egypt's land, Strange nations' barb'rous speech we heard, but could not understand. 6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd, (thus seems our God to say) Your servile hands by me were freed from lab'ring in the clay. 7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd, to me for aid did call; With pity I their suff'rings saw, and set them free from all. They sought for me, and from the cloud in thunder I reply'd; At Meribah's contentious stream their faith and duty try'd. PART II. 8 While I my solemn will declare, my chosen people, hear: If thou, O Israel, to my words 9 Then shall no God besides myself 5 When hungry, we are forc'd to drench like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. 8 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land; and reach'd to proud Euphrates' stream. 12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown, which thou hast made so firm and strong? Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown, are pluck'd by those that pass along. 13 See how the bristling forest boar with dreadful fury lays it waste; Hark! how the savage monsters roar, and to their helpless prey make haste. PART III. 14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray; thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew; From heaven, thy throne, this vine survey, and her sad state with pity view. 15 Behold the vineyard made by thee, which thy right hand did guard so long; And keep that branch from danger free, which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey, and all its spreading boughs cut down; At thy rebuke they soon decay, and perish at thy dreadful frown. 17 Crown thou the King with good success, by thy right hand secur'd from wrong; The Son of Man in mercy bless, whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 18 So shall we still continue free from whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee, will always praise thy holy name. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou the lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now, like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. 1 T PSALM LXXXI. O God, our never-failing strength, And jointly make a cheerful noise 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch your instruments of joy; Let psalteries and pleasant harps your grateful skill employ. 3 Let trumpets at the great new moon their joyful voices raise, To celebrate th' appointed time, the solemn day of praise. 4 For this a statute was of old, which Jacob's God decreed ; To be with pious care observ'd by Israel's chosen seed. 5 This he for a memorial fix'd, when, freed from Egypt's land, Strange nations' barb'rous speech we heard, but could not understand. 6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd, Your servile hands by me were freed 7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd, With pity I their suff'rings saw, and set them free from all. They sought for me, and from the cloud At Meribah's contentious stream PART II. 8 While I my solemn will declare, 9 Then shall no God besides myself 10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee 11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd Nor would rebellious Israel's sons make me their happy choice. 12 So I, provok'd, resign'd them up, to every lust a prey; And in their own perverse designs permitted them to stray. 13 O that my people wisely would my just commandments heed! And Israel in my righteous ways with pious care proceed! 14 Then should my heavy judgments fall on all that them oppose, And my avenging hand be turn'd against their num'rous foes. 15 Their enemies and mine should all But as for them, their happy state 16 All parts with plenty should abound; with finest wheat their field: The barren rocks, to please their taste, should richest honey yield. GOD PSALM LXXXII. MOD in the great assembly stands, In state surveys the earthly gods, 2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge, Defend the orphans and the poor; 4 Protect the humble helpless man, And let not him become a prey 5 They neither know, nor will they learn, 6 Well then might God in anger say, 7" But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds G "You all shall die like common men, 8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord, 1 PSALM LXXXIII. ПTOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, no longer silent be; HOLD Nor with consenting quiet looks our ruin calmly see. 2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes And those who hate thy saints and thee, 3 Against thy zealous people, Lord, And to destroy thy chosen saints remain 4 "Come let us cut them off," say they, And diff'ring nations, jointly leagued, And Moab's sons, our ruin vow, with Hagar's race combin'd. 7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gebal too, with Amalek conspire; The lords of Palestine, and all the wealthy sons of Tyre. 8 All these the strong Assyrian king their firm ally have got; Who with a powerful army aids th' incestuous race of Lot. PART II. 9 But let such vengeance come to them, as once to Midian came; To Jabin and proud Sisera, at Kishon's fatal stream; 10 When thy right hand their num'rous hosts near Endor did confound, And left their carcasses for dung to feed the hungry ground. 11 Let all their mighty men the fate of Zeb and Oreb share; |