Psalm LXXVI. Notus in Judæa Dominus.
I
The True, the Only God in Judah reigns,
There is His Temple, there His Court,
To Salem all the Tribes resort,
And learn to sing His Name in lofty strains:
No place such tokens of His love do's bear,
His Chariot He has set up there,
There broke the Arrows, and there burnt the shield & Spear.
II
Sion, more glorious than the Hills of Prey,
How excellent dost Thou appear?
How full of Majesty, and Fear,
When from them the Besiegers steal away?
Away the valiant ran, but knew not why,
Till a dead sleep said Death was nigh,
And chaining up their hands, scarce left them Heels to fly.
III
At Thy rebuke, O God, asleep they fell,
The Horse and chariot were o're took,
The Rider stopt at Thy Rebuke,
And bow'd adown to the All-conquering spell:
Thou art indeed to be ador'd in fight,
Who thus canst arm Thy self with light,
But, Lord, what are Thy Hands, if thus Thou kill'st at sight?
IV
When from above Thou mak'st Thy voice be heard,
The Sea stands still, and Earth do's shake;
Even Heav'n it self unloos'd do's quake,
God thundred from above, and they all fear'd:
The Clouds to make Him way asunder rent,
An hideous shriek the Mountains sent,
When God, to judge the Meek by them in person went.
V
Nor do these only, Lord, Thy Power declare,
But the fierce wrath of Wicked Man,
Which Thou dost punish, or restrain,
Whence to get praise amongst thy Wonders are:
Vow to the Lord, and what you vow see pai'd!
For Vows are debts, when once they'are made,
And none deserves your praise like Him to whom you prai'd.
VI
Adore Him, all ye lands, and tongues around,
And to Our God your praises sing!
To Him alone your presents bring,
And thus with fear seek Him, whom Wee have found!
With God the greatest Kings cannot compare,
They Crowns but at His pleasure wear,
And when He Frowns, they and their Honours turn to air.
