7 But God, to anger justly moved,
His dreadful bow shall bend,
And on his flying arrow's point
Shall swift destruction send.
8 Those slanders, which their mouths did vent, Upon themselves shall fall;
Their crimes, disclosed, shall make them be
Despised and shunned by all.
9 The world shall then God's power confess,
And nations, trembling, stand,
Convinced that 'tis the mighty work
Of his avenging hand :-
10 Whilst righteous men, whom God secures,
In him shall gladly trust;
And all the listening earth shall hear
Loud triumphs of the just.
OR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try,
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
4 Blessed is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we, at humble distance, taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.
5 By wondrous acts, O God, most just,
Have we thy gracious answer found;
In thee remotest nations trust,
And those whom stormy waves surround, 6, 7 God, by his strength, sets fast the hills, And does his matchless power engage, With which the sea's loud waves he stills, And angry crowds' tumultuous rage.
8 Thou, Lord, dost barbarous lands dismay,
When they thy dreadful tokens view;
With joy they see the night and day
Each other's track, by turns, pursue.
9 From out thy inexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground,
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.
10 On rising ridges down it pours,
And every furrowed valley fills;
Thou mak'st them soft with gentle showers,
In which a blessed increase distils.
11 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
And where thy glorious paths appear,
The fruitful clouds drop fatness down.
12 They drop on barren forests, changed
By them to pastures fresh and green;
The hills about, in order ranged,
In beauteous robes of joy are seen.
13 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring
A plenteous crop of full-eared corn,
And seem, for joy, to shout and sing.
1, 2 ET all the lands, with shouts of joy,
To God their voices raise,
Sing psalms in honour of his name,
And spread his glorious praise ;-
3 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord,
In all thy works, art thou!
To thy great power thy stubborn foes
Shall all be forced to bow.
4 Through all the earth, the nations round
Shall thee their God confess,
And, with glad hymns, their awful dread
Of thy great name express.
5 O! come, behold the works of God;
And then with me you'll own,
That he, to all the sons of men,
Has wondrous judgment shown.
6 He made the sea become dry land,
Through which our fathers walked ;
Whilst to each other of his might
With joy his people talked.
7 He, by his power, for ever rules;
His eyes the world survey;
Let no presumptuous man rebel
Against his sovereign sway.
8, 9 O! all ye nations, bless our God,
And loudly speak his praise,
Who keeps our souls alive, and still
Confirms our steadfast ways.
10 For thou hast tried us, Lord, as fire
Does try the precious ore;
11 Thou brought'st us into straits, where we Oppressing burdens bore.
12 Insulting foes did us, their slaves,
Through fire and water chase;
But yet, at last, thou brought'st us forth
Into a wealthy place.
13 Burnt-offerings to thy house I'll bring,
And there my vows will pay,
14 Which I, with solemn zeal, did make In trouble's dismal day.
15 Then shall the richest incense smoke,
The fattest rams shall fall,
The choicest goats from out the fold,
And bullocks from the stall.
16 O! come, all ye that fear the Lord,
Attend with needful care,
Whilst I what God for me has done
With grateful joy declare.
17, 18 As I before his aid implored,
So now I praise his name,
Who, if my heart had harboured sin
Would all my prayers disclaim.
19 But God to me, whene'er I cried,
His gracious ear did bend,
And to the voice of my request
With constant love attend.
20 Then blessed for ever be my God,
Who never, when I pray,
Withholds his mercy from my soul,
Nor turns his face away.
NO bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline,
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine ;-
2 That so thy wondrous way
May through the world be known;
While distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy salvation own.
3 Let differing nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.
4 O! let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth;
For thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.
5 Let differing nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.
6 Then shall the teeming ground
A large increase disclose,
And we with plenty shall be crowned,
Which God, our God, bestows.
7 Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings shower,
And all the world in awe shall stand
Of his resistless power.
1 ET God, the God of battle, rise, And scatter his presumptuous foes; Let shameful rout their host surprise, Who spitefully his power oppose.
2 As smoke in tempest's rage is lost,
Or wax into the furnace cast,
So let their sacrilegious host
Before his wrathful presence waste. 3 But let the servants of his will
His favour's gentle beams enjoy ;
Their upright hearts let gladness fill,
And cheerful songs their tongues employ.
4 To him your voice in anthems raise;
Jehovah's awful name he bears;
In him rejoice, extol his praise,
Who rides upon high-rolling spheres.
5 Him, from his empire of the skies,
To this low world compassion draws,
The orphan's claim to patronise,
And judge the injured widow's cause. 6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil
Restores poor exiles to their home;
Makes captives free, and fruitless toil
Their proud oppressors' righteous doom.
7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead
In person, Lord, our armies forth;
Strange terrors through the desert spread,
Convulsions shook the astonished earth.
8 The breaking clouds did rain distil,
And heaven's high arches shook with fear;
How, then, should Sinai's humble hill
Of Israel's God the presence bear?
9 Thy hand, at famished earth's complaint,
Relieved her from celestial stores,
And, when thy heritage was faint,
Assuaged the drought with plenteous showers.
10 Where savages had ranged before
At ease thou mad'st our tribes reside;
And, in the desert, for the poor
Thy generous bounty did provide.
11 Thou gav'st the word, we sallied forth,
And in that powerful word o'ercame;
While virgin troops, with songs of mirth,
In state our conquest did proclaim.
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