Book of Psalms
PSALM CXX.
George Burgess
From the dark vale of care
I call'd on God to save:
The Lord vouchsaf'd to hear my pray'r,
And answ'ring succour gave.
Oh, still redeem my heart
From the betrayer's wile,
The tongue that plies the sland'rer's art,
The lips that now with guile.
What portion shall be giv'n,
False tongue, to be thy doom?
Sharp arrows by the mighty driv'n,
Hot coals of burning broom!
Oh, woe is me to roam
O'er Mesech's barren plain!
To find a wand'rer's tented home
With Kedar's godless train!
Long must my spirit wait
Mid them that love alarms:
I speak of peace, but peace they hate,
And clamour loud to arms!
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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