PSALM CXVIII.

Tate and Brady

3, 4 Their sense of his eternal love
Let Aaron's house express;
And, that it never fails, let all
That fear the Lord confess.

5 To God I made my humble moan,
With troubles quite opprest;
And he releas'd me from my straits,
And granted my request.

6 Since therefore God does on my side
So graciously appear,
Why should the vain attempts of men
Possess my soul with fear?

7 Since God, with those that aid my cause,
Vouchsafes my part to take,
To all my foes I need not doubt
A just return to make.

8, 9 For better 'tis to trust in God,
And have the Lord our friend,
Than on the greatest human pow'r
For safety to depend.

10, 11 Tho' many nations, closely leagu'd,
Did oft beset me round;
Yet, by his boundless pow'r sustain'd,
I did their strength confound.

12 They swarm'd like bees, and yet their rage
Was but a short-liv'd blaze;
For whilst on God I still relied,
I vanquish'd them with ease.

13 When all united press'd me hard,
In hopes to make me fall,
The Lord vouchsaf'd to take my part,
And sav'd me from them all.

14 The honour of my strange escape
To him alone belongs;
He is my Saviour and my strength,
He only claims my songs.

15 Joy fills the dwelling of the just,
Whom God has sav'd from harm;
For wondrous things are brought to pass
By his Almighty arm.

16 He, by his own resistless pow'r,
Has endless honour won;
The saving strength of his right hand
Amazing works has done.

17 God will not suffer me to fall,
But still prolongs my days;
That, by declaring all his works,
I may advance his praise.

18 When God had sorely me chastis'd,
Till quite of hopes bereav'd,
His mercy from the gates of death
My fainting life repriev'd.

19 Then open wide the temple gates
To which the just repair,
That I may enter in, and praise
My great deliv'rer there.

20, 21 Within those gates of God's abode,
To which the righteous press;
Since thou hast heard, and set me safe,
Thy holy Name I'll bless.

22,23 That which the builders once refus'd
Is now the corner-stone:
This is the wondrous work of God,
The work of God alone.

24, 25 This day is God's; let all the land
Exalt their cheerful voice:
Lord, we beseech thee, save us now,
And make us still rejoice.

26 Him that approaches in God's Name
Let all th' assembly bless;
We, that belong to God's own house,
Have wish'd you good success.

27 God is the Lord, through whom we all
Both light and comfort find;
Fast to the altar's horn with cords
The chosen victim bind.

28 Thou art my Lord, O God, and still
I'll praise thy holy Name:
Because thou only art my God,
I'll celebrate thy fame.

29 O then with me give thanks to God,
Who still does gracious prove;
And let the tribute of our praise
Be endless as his love.