blest is he who ne'er consents
Hor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
2 But makes the perfect law of God Devoutly reads therein by day,
3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, He still shall flourish, and success
4 Ungodly men and their attempts Untimely blasted and dispers'd
5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb No formal hypocrite shall then
6 For God approves the just man's ways, But sinners, and the paths they tread,
by ill advice to walk;
where men profanely talk.
his business and delight;
and meditates by night.
with timely fruit does bend,
all his designs attend.
no lasting root shall find;
like chaff before the wind.
before their Judge's face;
amongst the saints have place.
to happiness they tend;
shall both in ruin end.
why do the heathen storm?
WWrestless and attempts engage, as they can ne'er perform?
2 The great in counsel and in might
Against the Lord they all unite,
3 Must we submit to their commands?
No, let us break their slavish bands,
4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high,
Does their conspiring strength defy,
5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break
And thus will he in thunder speak
6 Though madly you dispute my will,
Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill,
7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare
Thou art my Son, this day my heir
8 Ask and receive thy full demands;
The utmost limits of the lands
9 Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake,
As massy bars of iron break
10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear,
11 Worship the Lord with holy fear;
12 Appease the Son with due respect,
Lest he revenge the bold neglect,
13 If but in part his anger rise,
Then blest are they whose hope relies
ow many, Lord, of late are grown
H And, as their numbers hourly rise,
Insulting they my soul upbraid,
The God in whom he trusts, say they,
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
4 Since whensoe'er in like distress
He heard me from his holy hill,
5 Guarded by him, I laid me down
For I through him securely sleep,
6 No force nor fury of my foes
Were they as many hosts as men
7 Arise and save me, O my God,
And scatter'd oft these foes to me,
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His blessing he extends to all
their various forces bring;
and his anointed King.
presumptuously they say:
and cast their chains away.
and sces how they combine,
and mocks their vain design.
on his rebellious foes;
to all that dare oppose:
the King that I ordain,
shall there securely reign.
God's uncontroll'd decree;
have I begotten thee.
thine shall the heathen be:
shall be possess'd by thee.
and crush them every where;
the potter's brittle ware.
ye judges of the earth;
rejoice with awful mirth.
your timely homage pay;
incens'd by your delay.
who can endure the flame?
on his most holy Name.
the troublers of my peace!
so does their rage increase.
and him whom I adore;
shall rescue him no more.
on thee my hopes rely;
lift up my head on high.
to God I made my pray'r,
why should I now despair?
my sweet repose to take;
through him in safety wake.
my courage shall confound,
that have beset me round.
who oft hast own'd my cause,
and to thy righteous laws.
he only can defend;
that on his pow'r depend.