Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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Five Psalms.
I.— PSALM I.
Blest is the man who walketh not
In sinners' evil ways;
Nor with the wicked joins his lot,
Nor gives the scorner praise:
In sinners' evil ways;
Nor with the wicked joins his lot,
Nor gives the scorner praise:
But all his solace and delight
Is in his Father's word,—
His meditation day and night,
The doctrine of the Lord.
Is in his Father's word,—
His meditation day and night,
The doctrine of the Lord.
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As some green tree near flowing streams
That yields its timely fruit,
Unblighted still his foliage seems,—
He prospers, branch and root.
That yields its timely fruit,
Unblighted still his foliage seems,—
He prospers, branch and root.
Not so the ungodly; they are all
Like chaff before the blast;
In the dread judgment they shall fall,
And perish at the last:
Like chaff before the blast;
In the dread judgment they shall fall,
And perish at the last:
For the Lord loveth, and doth keep
The good man day by day;
But as for sinners, He shall sweep
And scatter them away!
The good man day by day;
But as for sinners, He shall sweep
And scatter them away!
II.— PSALM XIX.
Heaven declares its Maker's glory,
And the firmanent His might;
Day to day the wondrous story
Echoes on, and night to night;
All is silence, yet Creation
Knows and hears that voiceless speech
Which to every tribe and nation
Doth their Maker's glory teach.
And the firmanent His might;
Day to day the wondrous story
Echoes on, and night to night;
All is silence, yet Creation
Knows and hears that voiceless speech
Which to every tribe and nation
Doth their Maker's glory teach.
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From his chamber bright in heaven
Lo, the bridegroom of the earth
Gladness by his smile hath given,
And awakes the morn to mirth:
Not less full of life and pleasure
Is God's truth nor less complete;
'Tis more precious than all treasure,
Than the honeycomb more sweet.
Lo, the bridegroom of the earth
Gladness by his smile hath given,
And awakes the morn to mirth:
Not less full of life and pleasure
Is God's truth nor less complete;
'Tis more precious than all treasure,
Than the honeycomb more sweet.
It rejoices, heals, and teaches,
Ever holy, just, and good;
To the inmost feeling reaches,
And leads up the heart to God:
Warn'd by that, thy servant turneth
To the path that tends to bliss;
Yet, who all his faults discerneth?
Cleanse me, if I err in this.
Ever holy, just, and good;
To the inmost feeling reaches,
And leads up the heart to God:
Warn'd by that, thy servant turneth
To the path that tends to bliss;
Yet, who all his faults discerneth?
Cleanse me, if I err in this.
Let not pride be ruler in me,
But deliver, guide, forgive:
Thus, corruption quench'd within me,
I shall be upright and live.
Let my words and meditation,
Ever pleasing in Thy sight,
Meet with gracious acceptation,
My Redeemer and my Might!
But deliver, guide, forgive:
Thus, corruption quench'd within me,
I shall be upright and live.
Let my words and meditation,
Ever pleasing in Thy sight,
Meet with gracious acceptation,
My Redeemer and my Might!
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III.— PSALM XX.
God in time of trouble hear thee,
And the name of Jacob's Lord
From His sanctuary near thee,
Out of Zion help afford;
Crown thy sacrifice with fire,
All thy gifts remember still,
Grant thee all thy heart's desire,
And thy choicest wish fulfil!
And the name of Jacob's Lord
From His sanctuary near thee,
Out of Zion help afford;
Crown thy sacrifice with fire,
All thy gifts remember still,
Grant thee all thy heart's desire,
And thy choicest wish fulfil!
We will joy in Thy salvation,
And will set our banners high
In our God!—Thy supplication
Be accomplish'd at thy cry.
Now I know the Lord from heaven
Saveth still His Christ from harm;
Now to Him will strength be given
By the might of His right-arm.
And will set our banners high
In our God!—Thy supplication
Be accomplish'd at thy cry.
Now I know the Lord from heaven
Saveth still His Christ from harm;
Now to Him will strength be given
By the might of His right-arm.
Some in chariots, some in horses,—
We in God Jehovah trust;
And while He our sure Resource is,
They are fallen in the dust:
Save, Jehovah, save and hear us,
King of glory, King of might!
When we call be ever near us,—
Ever for Thy servants fight!
We in God Jehovah trust;
And while He our sure Resource is,
They are fallen in the dust:
Save, Jehovah, save and hear us,
King of glory, King of might!
When we call be ever near us,—
Ever for Thy servants fight!
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IV.— PSALM LXXXV.
Lord, Thou hast shower'd on Thy land
Thy favourable grace;
Thou hast brought home again the band
Of Jacob's captive race:
Thou hast forgiven Thy people's crimes
And wash'd away their sin,
From Thy fierce anger turn'd betimes,
And rein'd Thy vengeance in!
Thy favourable grace;
Thou hast brought home again the band
Of Jacob's captive race:
Thou hast forgiven Thy people's crimes
And wash'd away their sin,
From Thy fierce anger turn'd betimes,
And rein'd Thy vengeance in!
Turn us, O God that saveth us,—
And bid Thine anger cease:
Wilt Thou in wrath be ever thus,
Nor smile on us in peace?
O wilt Thou not Thy work revive,
That we may joy in Thee?
Yea, Lord, Thy constant mercy give,
And Thy salvation free!
And bid Thine anger cease:
Wilt Thou in wrath be ever thus,
Nor smile on us in peace?
O wilt Thou not Thy work revive,
That we may joy in Thee?
Yea, Lord, Thy constant mercy give,
And Thy salvation free!
V.— PSALM CXLIV.
Blessed be the Lord my might,
Who hath taught my soul to fight,
Castle, Saviour, hope, and friend,
Whom I trust all help to send.
Who hath taught my soul to fight,
Castle, Saviour, hope, and friend,
Whom I trust all help to send.
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Lord, what is man, or what his son
That thou regardest such an one?
A thing of nought: his little day
Passeth shadow-like away.
That thou regardest such an one?
A thing of nought: his little day
Passeth shadow-like away.
Bow Thy heavens, Lord! return,
Touch the mountains that they burn,
Forth Thy scathing lightnings cast,
With Thy shafts consume them fast!
Touch the mountains that they burn,
Forth Thy scathing lightnings cast,
With Thy shafts consume them fast!
Send Thy power from on high,
Rescue me, for ever nigh,
Save me from the drowning wave,
From these wicked children save!
Rescue me, for ever nigh,
Save me from the drowning wave,
From these wicked children save!
God, to Thee new songs I sing,
On my lute new praise I bring,—
To kings Thou givest victory, Lord,
And savest David from the sword.
On my lute new praise I bring,—
To kings Thou givest victory, Lord,
And savest David from the sword.
Help, and save me from the hand
Of children, strangers in the land;
For their mouths are lies within,
And their right hands red with sin.
Of children, strangers in the land;
For their mouths are lies within,
And their right hands red with sin.
That our sons may grow in good
Like young saplings of the wood,
And our daughters may be seen
As Thy temple pure and clean.
Like young saplings of the wood,
And our daughters may be seen
As Thy temple pure and clean.
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That our garners more and more
May be full with various store,
That our teeming sheep may yield
Thousand-fold in street and field:
May be full with various store,
That our teeming sheep may yield
Thousand-fold in street and field:
That our oxen's sturdy toil
Drain the treasures of the soil;
None in bonds be led away,
No complaining, no decay.
Drain the treasures of the soil;
None in bonds be led away,
No complaining, no decay.
Happy people! prosper'd so,
Blest beyond all bliss below;
Blest who have, all gods above,
For their God the Lord of love!
Blest beyond all bliss below;
Blest who have, all gods above,
For their God the Lord of love!
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