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3 Against thy people they contrive

Their plots and counsels deep; Them to ensnare they chiefly strive,

Whom thou dost hide and keep.

4 Come! let us cut them off, say they,

Till they no nation be;
That Israël's name for ever may

Be lost in memory.

5 For they consult with all their might,

And all, as one in mind, Themselves against thee they unite,

And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood

Of scornful Ishmaël :
Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,

That in the desert dwell:

7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire,

And hateful Amalec;
The Philistines, and they of Tyre

Whose bounds the sea doth check.

8 With them great Asher also bands,

And doth confirm the knot:
All these have lent their armed hands

To aid the sons of Lot.

9 Do to them as to Midian bold,

That wasted all the coast ; To Sisera; and, as is told,

Thou didst to Jabin's host :

When at the brook of Kishon old,

They were repulsed and slain ; 10 At Endor quite cut off, and rolld

As dung upon the plain.

11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,

So let their princes speed;
As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,

So let their princes bleed.

12 For they amidst their pride have said,

By right now shall we seize
God's houses, and will now invade

Their stately palaces.

13 My God! oh! make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find:
Giddy and restless let them reel,

Like stubble from the wind.

14 As when an aged wood takes fire

Which on a sudden strays ;
The greedy flame runs higher and higher

Till all the mountains blaze:

15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

And with thy tempest chase; 16 And till they yield thee honor due,

Lord! fill with shame their face.

17 Ashamed, and troubled, let them be,

Troubled, and shamed for ever ;
Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and scape it never.

18 Then shall they know, that Thou, whose Name

Jehovah is alone,
Art the Most High, and thou the same

O'er all the earth art One.

PSALM LXXXIV.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair!

O Lord of Hosts ! how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,

Where thou dost dwell so near!

2 My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts, O Lord! to see;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God! for thee.

3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,

Hath found a house of rest :
The swallow there, to lay her young,

Hath built her brooding nest;

Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts !

They find their safe abode ;
And home they fly from round the coasts

Toward thee, my King ! my God! 4 Happy, who in thy house reside,

Where thee they ever praise ! 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways!
6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale,

That dry and barren ground;
As through a fruitful watery dale,

Where springs and showers abound.

7 They journey on from strength to strength

With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts! hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God give ear; 9 Thou God, our shield ! look on the face

Of thy anointed dear.
10 For one day in thy courts to be

Is better, and more bless'd,
Than in the joys of vanity

A thousand days at best.
I, in the temple of my God,

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,

With sin for evermore. 11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield,

Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right. 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high!

That man is truly bless’d,
Who only on thee doth rely,

And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV. 1 Thy land to favor graciously

Thou has not, Lord! been slack;
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returned Jacob back.

2 The' iniquity thou didst forgive

That wrought thy people woe; And all their sin, that did thee grieve,

Hast hid where none shall know.

3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed

And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath which we had proved

Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our saving health and peace !

Turn us, and us restore :
Thine indignation cause to cease

Towards us, and chide no more.

5 Wilt thou be

angry

without end,
For ever angry

thus ?
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us?

6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice,

And us again revive,
That so thy people may rejoice

By thee preserved alive?

7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord !

To us thy mercy show:
Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now, what God the Lord will speak,

I will go straight and hear :
For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints full dear.

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