Book of Psalms
PSALM LXIV.
George Burgess
Hear, O my God, my voice of prayer;
Preserve my soul from fears and foes;
And hide me from the hidden snare,
And strew the throngs that round me close.
Their tongues are set like sharpened swords;
Against the just their bows are bent;
The pois'ning shafts are deadly words,
Secret, and swift, and boldly sent.
They arm and urge for deeds of ill;
And \"who,\" they cry, \"our snares shall mark?\"
They search, and search, their crimes to fill,
And all their heart is deep and dark.
But, like an arrow swift of wing,
Shall God's just judgments pierce them through;
Their tongue shall yield their own false sting,
And all shall flee that stand to view.
For all shall see his wondrous ways,
And far the Lord's dread deed shall tell:
In God, the just shall trust and praise,
And high the upright heart shall swell.
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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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