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
The nations all possess.

PSALM LXXXIII.
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 ensnare 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,
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 repulsed and slain,'
10 At Endor quite cut off, and rollid

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 Ashamed, and troubled let them be,

Troubled, and shamed 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.'

PSALM LXXXIV.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair !

O Lord of Hosts, how dear
The 'pleasant' tabernacles are,

• Where thou dost dwell so near!'

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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 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

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 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 Zion 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.'

11 For God the Lord both sun and shield

Gives grace and glory bright,

good from them shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right.

12 Lord “God' of Hosts that reign’st on high,'

That man is “truly' blest,
Who'only' on thee doth rely,

And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV.

1 Tuy land to favour graciously

Thou hast not Lord been slack,
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returned Jacob back.
2 The iniquity thou didst forgive

* That wrought thy people woe,
And all their sin, “that did thee grieve,'

Hast hid 'where none shall know.' 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed,

And • calmly' didst return
From thy fierce wrath which we had proved

Far worse than fire to burn.
4 God of our saving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore,
Thine indignation cause to cease

Towards us, “and chide no more.' 5 Wilt thou be angry without end,

For ever angry thus,
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us?
6 Wilt thou not turn, and · hear our voice.'

And us again revive,
That so thy people may rejoice

By thee preserv'd alive.
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy shew,
Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.'
8 And now what God the Lord will speak'

I will go straight and hear,
For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints' full dear ;'
To his dear saints he will speak peace,

But let them never more
Return to folly, but surcease

To trespass as before.'

9 Surely to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,
And glory shall ' ere long appear

To' dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd,'

Now “joyfully’ are met, •Sweet' Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,

· And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,

Shall bud and blossom “then,'
And Justice from her heavenly bower

Look down on mortal men.' 12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good,
Our land shall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits 'to be our food.'

13 Before him Righteousness shall go

‘His royal habinger,
Then will he come, and not be slow,

His footsteps cannot err.

PSALM LXXXVI.

1 The 'gracious' ear, O Lord, incline,

O hear me 'I thee pray;'
For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and sad decay.'
2 Preserve my soul, for I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just,
Save thou thy servant, O my God,

Who 'still’in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
4 I call; O make rejoice
Thy servant's soul; for Lord to thee

I lift my soul • and voice.'
5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou 'alone'

To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry