Psalm CXXXII. Memento Domine David.
Lord.
I
Remember
David, and His vow,
And all the troubles He did undergo,
Whilst for Thy Ark He sought a Resting place:
Abroad He suffred, and at home,
But when He thought the worst was overcome,
This still remain'd, and His great trouble was.
II
Remember, Lord, the Oath He made,
And how solicitous to see it pai'd!
“Within my house, said He, I'll come no more,
“Nor on soft couches wait for sleep,
“My very Bed shall watch against it keep,
“Girt round with Pious Cares, and arm'd all o're.
III
“I'll search till I the place shall find,
“Which God Himself has for His Rest design'd:
We know it, Lord, and to it each remove,
How first at Shilo Thou didst reign,
Then in a grove, and unfrequented plain,
Places still innocent, because once Thy love.
IV
Look how Thy Courts we reach with praise,
And as We bow Our knees, Our voices raise!
Arise, O God, and Thy great journy take,
Thou, and Thy Ark together rise,
Before Thee scatter all Thine Enemies,
And Sion, Thy delight, Thy Residence make!
V
Let all Thy Priests Their praises sing,
And with loud shouts Thy Saints their Offrings bring
Let Thy Annointed in the Roll be one,
And for Thy Servant Davids sake,
To whom Thou freely didst Thy Promise make,
This Happiness confirm unto His Son!
VI
In Truth Thou didst to David swear,
(Witness Thy self) “Thou shalt not want an heir,
“But of Thy seed I on Thy Throne will set;
“And if Thy Children Faithfull be,
“And keep the Laws transmitted here to Thee,
“Their Throne like Thine shall stand, and be as Great.
VII
“For I have Sion made my Rest,
“The place, which I of all the World love best,
“My house for ever, where I choose to dwell,
“All Her Provisions I will bless,
“And thence Her poor shall look for their increase,
“And when they see it, wonder how it fell.
VIII
“There shall her Priests my Praises sing,
“And with Loud Shouts My Saints their Offrings bring;
“The Horn of David there I'll make to bud,
“An Horn of Plenty, full, and green,
“Where some New blossoms ever shall be seen,
“Whose fruit 's as generous, as the root is good.
IX
“There for my King I'll set a light,
“My eye shall make it burn, and keep it bright;
“Obscurity shall on His Foes be cast,
“Cover'd with shame they shall ly down,
“But on His head I'll put a glorious Crown,
“And I, who put it on, will hold it fast.
