14 Then would I soon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise; And turn my hand against all those, 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain But they, his people, should remain, 16 And he would feed them from the shock PSALM LXXXII. 1 GOD in the great assembly stands 2 How long will ye pervert the right 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 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 shall by right PSALM LXXXIII. 1 Be not thou silent now at length, 2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell, 1 And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3 Against thy people they contrive 4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, That Israel's name for ever may 5 For they consult with all their might, Themselves against thee they unite, And in firm union bind. 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, And hateful Amalec, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, All these have lent their armed hands 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, When, at the brook of Kishon old, 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, 12 For they amidst their pride have said, 13 My God! O make them as a wheel, Giddy and restless let them reel Like stubble from the wind. 14 As when an aged wood takes fire, The greedy flame runs higher and higher, 1 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. 18 Then shall they know that Thou, whose name Jehovah is alone, Art the Most High, and Thou the same PSALM LXXXIV. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! 2 My soul doth long, and almost die, 3 There ev'n the sparrow, freed from wrong, Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, 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, 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 anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be, Is better, and more bless'd, Than in the joys of vanity I, in the temple of my God, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, 11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld, 12 Lord God of Hosts! that reign'st on high Who only on thee doth rely, |