Psalm LXXVI.
1
In Judah's land the Lord is known,
His name in Israel:
In Salem he has pitch'd his tent,
And doth in Sion dwell.
2
For there the arrows of the bow
Were broken by his hand:
The shield, the sword, and battle too
Are all at his command.
3
Thy power excells the mountains high;
Thou spoil'st the men of might:
The stout are cast into asleep,
And found no hands to fiight.
4
At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
When thou did'st interpose,
Both horse and man were smitten dead;
They slept and never rose.
5
Thou Lord, even thou art God alone,
Whom all men ought to fear:
And in thy sight, when thou art wrath,
O Lord, who shall appear.
6
Thy judgments from the heaven were heard;
Earth fear'd, and durst not speak,
When thou to judgment did'st arise,
To rescue all the meek.
7
Man's wroth shall to thy praise be turn'd;
And what would overflow,
Shall by thy power be so restrain'd,
It shall no further go.
8
Vow then, and pay to God the Lord,
And to this mighty king,
Let all the nations round about,
Their humble presents bring.
9
For he the lives of princes great,
Can at his pleasure take:
There is no king in all the earth,
But he can make him quake.
