Book of Psalms
PSALM LXXV.
George Burgess
To thee, O God, our praise we owe,
To thee our praise we pay:
Thy wondrous works, that round us glow,
Thy radiant name display.
When I th' assembly's sceptre take,
With me shall justice reign:
Earth and its nations pine and quake;
Its pillars I maintain.
\"Be fools no more,\" to fools I cried,
\"Nor lift your impious horn;
Lift high no more the horn of pride,
Nor boast with necks of scorn.
No breeze from East or West or South
Can pow'r and honour blow;
One righteous word from God's own mouth
Exalts and levels low.\"
In God's right hand a wine-cup gleams.
Its brim is sparkling high;
He pours for guilt its blood-red streams,
And guilt must drain them dry.
But I to Jacob's God will wake
My ceaseless song and vow:
My might th' ungodly's horn shall break,
And lift the righteous brow.
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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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