PSALM XXXIII.

George Burgess

Sing new the song, and loud and well
Pour out the lyre's melodious swell:
For God's pure word is truth and light,
And all his deeds are firm in right.

In judgment rules the Lord on high;
On justice rests his fav'ring eye;
While earth with wealth and blessing teems,
Beneath his bounty's kindly beams.

At God's high word the heav'ns were made;
One breath from him their hosts array'd:
He roll'd the waters, heap on heap,
And garner'd up the raging deep.

Let the broad world before him fear;
The tribes that throng this earthly sphere:
He spake, and all was fair and good;
He gave command, and firm it stood.

God breaks the heathen's proudest thought,
And makes their craftiest wisdom naught:
His counsel stands, forever fast;
His heart's design, while ages last.

Bless'd, who the Lord our God obey,
The chosen people of his sway!
From heav'n the Lord, with boundless ken
Looks o'er the busy sons of men;

From his high dwelling's holy place
Looks o'er his earth's assembled race,
And forms their countless hearts as one,
And knows the deeds their hands have done.

Kings are not sav'd by many an host;
Vain is the val'rous champion's boast;
And vain for flight the panting steed,
He shall not save by strength nor speed.

Lo, them that fear him eyes the Lord,
The souls that trust his gracious word:
Them shall he keep, when myriads die,
And feed mid famine's bitter cry.

We wait for God, our hope and shield;
And glorious joy that trust shall yield:
On us, O Lord, thy mercy be,
As we have fix'd our hope on thee!