PSALM LXXXIII.

George Burgess

Against thy chosen seed they stand,
And crafty counsels frame;
\"Come, let us sweep from Israel's land
Its nation and its name.\"

Against thee, Lord, their pow'r consents,
Against thy holy place;
Ishmael and Moab, Edom's tents,
And Hagar's desert race;

Gebal and Ammon, Amalek's hosts,
And arm'd Philistia's plain:
And Assur's realms, and Tyre's rich coasts,
The sons of Lot sustain.

O'erthrow them, Lord, as thou of old
Didst Midian's arms o'erthrow;
As when the tide of battle roll'd
By Kishon's ancient flow:

There Hazor's flow'r and Jabin's pride
With Sisera fled away;
Or lay in Endor, side by side,
As vile as vilest clay.

Like Zeeb and Oreb be their lords,
Who God's own domes assail:
Like Zebah's and Zalmunna's words,
So let their boastings fail.

\"Come up,\" they cry, \"their walls are ours!\"
But thou, my God, be there,
And whirl afar their broken pow'rs,
Like chaff that loads the air.

As fires along the woody steep
And o'er the forest blaze,
So let thy wrathful tempest sweep,
And scatter wild amaze.

Be shame and fear on ev'ry brow,
Till they shall seek thy name,
Or low in endless trouble bow,
And perish in their shame.

So all shall own thy name alone,
Jehovah, Lord most High;
And see and praise thy holy throne,
Supreme o'er earth and sky.