Psalm CXXXV.
1
O All ye servants of the Lord,
Exalt his glorious name:
And ye that in his temple stand
Extol and praise the same.
2
Praise ye the Lord, for he is good,
And to his name to sing
In joyful songs, and psalms of praise,
It is a pleasant thing.
3
He for a treasure to himself
Hath chosen Israel:
He is the great and mighty Lord,
Who doth all God's excel.
4
The Lord has done in every place,
What he was pleas'd to do:
Both in the heavens and the earth,
And in the ocean too.
5
He makes the vapours that ascend,
The lightnings, and the rain:
'Tis he that treasures up the winds,
And brings them out again.
6
The first born both of man and beast,
The Lord in Egypt slew:
And did on Pharaoh and his host,
His mighty wonders shew.
7
He smote great nations, with their kings,
That did to them belong:
As Sihon King of Amorites,
And Og the giant strong.
8
And all the kingdoms, where the race
Of Canaanites did dwell,
He gave for an inheritance
Unto his Israel.
9
Thy name most glorious ever was
In generations past:
And to the ages yet to come,
Thy mighty fame shall last.
10
For thou, O Lord, will never fail,
Thy peoples cause to plead:
But pity them in their distress,
And help them in their need.
11
The heathen gods are idols vain,
Which workmens hands did make:
Their gold and silver images
Have mouths, but cannot speak.
12
And eyes they have, but cannot see,
And ears but cannot hear:
And nostrils too by art contriv'd,
But breath was never there.
13
Their makers are as dull as they,
And understand no more:
And so are all that trust in them,
And such blind gods adore.
14
Let Israel and Aaron's house,
And all of Levi's line;
And every one that fears the Lord
To bless the Lord combine.
15
And let them all in Zion meet,
His glorious praises tell:
And in his own Jerusalem,
Where he delights to dwell.
