Upon the Son of Man, whom Thou 18 So shall we not go back from thee 19 Return us, and thy grace divine, PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud and clear; To Jacob's God, that all may hear, 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song; 3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon, The appointed time, the day whereon 4 This was a statute given of old A law of Jacob's God to hold, From whence they might not swerve. 5 This he a testimony ordained In Joseph, not to change, When as he passed through Egypt-land; 6 From burden, and from slavish toil, His hands from pots, and miry soil, 7 When trouble did thee sore assail, And led thee out of thrall. I answered thee in thunder deep, 8 Hear, O my people, hearken well: 40 Thou ancient stock of Israel, 9 Throughout the land of thy abode Nor shalt thou to a foreign god In honour bend thy knee. 10 I am the Lord thy God, which brought Ask large enough, and I, besought, 11 And yet my people would not hear, And Israel, whom I loved so dear, 12 Then did I leave them to their will, Their own conceits they followed still 13 Oh that my people would be wise, And oh that Israel would advise 14 Then would I soon bring down their foes, And turn my hand against all those 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain But they, his people, should remain; Their time should have no end. 16 And he would feed them from the shock And satisfy them from the rock 50 8 1 Bagnadath-el. 2 Bekerev. PSALM LXXXII. I GOD in the 'great' assembly stands 2 Of kings and lordly states; Among the gods on both his hands 3 Tishphetu 2 How long will ye3 pervert the right gnavel. With 3 judgment false and wrong, 4 4 3 Regard the weak and fatherless; 4 Defend the poor and desolate, 5 They know not, nor will understand; The earth's foundations all are moved, 6 I said that ye were gods, yea all 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. 4 Shiphtudal. II 5 Hatzdiku. 6 Jimmotu. 20 7 Shiphta. PSALM LXXXIII. 1 BE not thou silent now at length; 2 For lo! thy furious foes now 1swell, 1 And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 2 3 Against thy people they contrive Their plots and counsels deep; 4 Them to ensnare they chiefly strive 5 Whom thou dost hide and keep. 4 "Come, let us cut them off," say they, That Israel's name for ever may For they consult with all their might, Themselves against thee they unite, 5 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, All these have lent their armed hands To aid the sons of Lot. 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, To Sisera, and as is told Thou didst to Jabin's host, When at the brook of Kishon old 10 At Endor quite cut off, and rolled II As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, 12 For they amidst their pride have said, God's houses, and will now invade 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel; 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, 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase; 168 And till theys yield thee honour due, 17 Ashamed and troubled let them be, With shame, and scape it never. 18 Then shall they know that thou, whose name Art the Most High, and thou the same O'er all the earth art One. 30 40 50 60 PSALM LXXXIV. ■ How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where thou dost dwell so near! O living God, for thee. 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest; The swallow there, to lay her young, Hath built her brooding nest; Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, They find their safe abode; 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, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful watery dale 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 blest Than in the joys of vanity Than dwell in tents and rich abode With sin for evermore. 11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; No good from them shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right. оо |