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2 Confed’rate as in ancient days,
In awful league they join; Armies surround in dread array,
Malice and rage combine.
3 Rise, mighty God, defend Thy cause,
Let all the heathen know, Thạt to defy Thy sacred Laws,
Is misery and woe.
4. Thine arm can put our foes to shame:
Oh, may they seek Thy face; Teach them to know Thy holy name,
And they shall praise Tby grace.
Under the figure of an Israelite deprived of access to the sanctuary, as hing David was during the rebellion of Absalom, this Psalm describes the earnest desire of a devout soul after the temple and presence of God; and concludes with an act of faith in the Divine power goodness.
1 How lovely is Thy dwelling-place,
O LORD of hosts, the mighty God!
And thirsts to visit Thine abode.
2 The feather'd tribes their nests prepare
Within Thy courts, my God, my KING;
With holy joy Thy praise to sing.
3 How blest are they, whose daily praise
Dwells on Thy love; delightful theme! Thou art their strength, and all Thy ways
Display the glory of Thy name.
Conducted through the vale of tears ;
With joy before bis God appears.
One day my soul would value more Than thousand days in gay resorts
Of splendid pomp, or golden store. 6 Thou art our sun, our shield, look down,
With grace divine direct our way; And grace with glory deign to crown
In realms of everlasting day.
PSA L M LXXXIV. II Metre. (C. M.) IO
God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
The brightness of Thy face! :) 2 My longing
soul faints with desire
For Thee, the living God.
3 O LORD of hosts, my King, my God,
How highly blest are they,
4 Thy saints advance from strength to strength,
Approaching still more near; Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear.
5 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
From those who justly live.
How highly blest is he
Is still repos’d on Thee.
PSALM LXXXIV. III Metre. (C. M.) ) 1 My soul; how lovely is the
place To which Thy God resorts ! 'Tis beav'n to see His sacred face,
Though in His earthly courts.
His saving power displays,
With kind and quick’ning rays.
Descend and fill the place,
And sheds abroad His grace.
The secrets of Thy will;
And sing Thy praises still.
5 My beart and flesh cry out for Thee,
While far from Tbine abode;
My Saviour and my God.
And hear Thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole elernity
Employ'd in earthly joys.
PSA L M LXXXV.
This Psalm is appointed by the Church for Christmas-day;-- it celebrates the redemption of the Israel of God from spiritual captivity, and the blessed effects of the advent of MESSIAN.
LORD. Thou hast heal?d the land that mourp’d,
Our long captivity hast turn'd,
Or war's terrific din.
2 Turn us, O God, our SAVIOUR, turn,
Speak the reviving word:
In Thy salvation, LORD.
3 Mercy descending from on high, Proclaims the great salvation nigb, Now glory fills our land.
Ne'er let us turn from Thee again,
But yield to Thy command.
Our land yields her increase.
Or everlasting peace.
PSA L M LXXXVI. (L. M.) A prayer of David in great affliction, calculated for the use of the Church during her pilgrimage of suffering. 1 BOW OW down Thiné ear, O LORD, and hear,
Attentive to Thy suppliant's prayer;
Oh, save the soul that trusts in Thee. 2 O Lord, Thy servant's soul rejoice;
To Thee I lift my plaintive voice:
In mercy hear, and bid me live.
Who, who is like unto the LORD ?
Adore, and glorify Thy name.
Thou art JEHOVAH, God alone :