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PART OF PSALM XVIII.
Beset with snares, oppress'd by foes,
My soul implor'd Jehovah's aid,
He heard; and to avenge my cause
The rigour of his wrath display'd.
My soul implor'd Jehovah's aid,
He heard; and to avenge my cause
The rigour of his wrath display'd.
Earth trembled at her Maker's ire,
Her mountains to their centre shook,
His mouth breath'd forth consuming fire,
His nostrils, clouds of livid smoke.
Her mountains to their centre shook,
His mouth breath'd forth consuming fire,
His nostrils, clouds of livid smoke.
Downward he rush'd, in flame array'd,
He bound the heav'ns, and at his nod
Darkness and Night their horrors spread
Beneath the footstep of the God.
He bound the heav'ns, and at his nod
Darkness and Night their horrors spread
Beneath the footstep of the God.
By Cherubs borne, in glory shrined
He rode, and mock'd the lightning's pace,
On ev'ry wing of ev'ry wind
He flew, and fill'd the whole of space.
He rode, and mock'd the lightning's pace,
On ev'ry wing of ev'ry wind
He flew, and fill'd the whole of space.
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