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And satisfy them from the rock
With honey for their meat.


1 GOD in the great assembly stands
Of kings and lordly states,
Among the Gods, on both his hands
He judges and debates.

2 How long will ye pervert the right
With judgment false and wrong,
Favouring the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong?
3 Regard the weak and fatherless,

Dispatch the poor man's cause, And raise the man in deep distress By just and equal laws.

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 mov'd,


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.




1 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 insnare they chiefly strive, Whom thou dost hide and keep.

4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be,

That Israel's name for ever may

Be lost in memory.

5 For they consult with all their might,

And all as one in mind

Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful Ishmael,

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Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,

That in the desert dwell,

7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, And hateful Amalec,

The Philistines, and they of Tyre, Whose bounds the sea doth check. 8 With them great Ashur also bands,

And doth confirm the knot:

All these have lent their armed hands

To aid the sons of Lot.

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,
When at the brook of Kishon old

They were repuls'd and slain, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd As dung upon the plain.

11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,

So let their princes speed,

As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,

So let their princes bleed.

12 For they amidst their pride have said, By right now shall we seize

God's houses, and will now invade

Their stately palaces.

13 My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find,

Giddy and restless let them reel

Like stubble from the wind.







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 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
O'er all the earth art one.




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

Hath found a house of rest,



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
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 watry 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

Of thy anointed 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.
I in the temple of my God

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode
With sin for evermore.




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