PSALM CXXXII.

George Burgess

\"I will not tread within my hall,
I will not climb to seek repose,
No slumber on mine eyes shall fall,
No cloud of sleep mine eyelids close;

Till I have found a worthy seat.
Where God his earthly throne may raise,
And realms may worship at his feet,
And Israel's Strength and Sov'reign praise.\"

Lo, Ephrath sent its bless'd report;
Mid sylvan fields its place we found:
Oh, tread we now within his court,
And at his footstool bow around.

Arise, O Lord, to thine own rest,
Thou, and thine ark, of old so strong:
With robes of truth thy priests invest,
And swell with joy thy people's song.

For David's, for thy servant's sake,
Oh, turn not thine Anointed's face:
And thou thy truth canst never break,
The truth thou swar'st to David's race;

'Upon thy throne thy seed shall reign,
And if their heart my cov'nant own,
And still my honour'd laws maintain,
Their seed shall hold an endless throne.'

For high on Sion's hill above,
The Lord has fix'd his dwelling bright:
'This is the city of my love,
The chosen rest of my delight.

I bless her stores with large increase,
And plenteous bread her poor shall bring:
Her priests shall walk in robes of peace,
And songs of joy her saints shall sing.

There David's blooming might shall tow'r;
Thence mine Anointed's light shall stream:
Enrob'd in shame, his foes shall cow'r,
But bright his endless crown shall beam.'