Religion

Psalm CXVIII

by Richard Baxter 1615–1691

From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)

Religion

Give thanks to God, for he is good,
His mercy [ever] doth endure.

Let all his Israel now say
His mercy [ever] is most sure.

Let all the house of Aaron say
His mercy [to us] is for ever:

Let them all say that fear the Lord
[That] his [great] mercy faileth never.

I called on the name of God
In [all my] danger and distress;
The Lord did hear, and brought me forth
Into a [free and] spacious place.

The mighty Lord is on my side,
[Of men] I will not be afraid;
Whatever mortal man can do,
[At it] why should I be dismay'd?

The Lord himself doth take my part,
With them that [help and] succour me;
Therefore on those that do me hate,
His justice I shall [shortly] see.

It's better to trust in the Lord,
Than [for to] trust to man's defence:

Better to trust in God, than put
In Princes [any] confidence.

The nations did against me rise,
And [did en-] compass me about;
But in the name of God I shall
Destroy [them all] and root them out.

Numbers did compass me about;
[I say] they compass'd me about:
But in the name of God I shall
Cut [them all] down, and cast them out.

They compas'd me about like Bees,
But like a [hasty] thorny flame
They quenched are; for I shall them
Cut down in God's own [strength and] name.

They have thrust sore to make me fall,
But God [my help] did me relieve:

The Lord is all my strength and song,
And will [to me] salvation give.

In righteous mens dwellings there is
The voice of [health and] melody;
For God's delivering right hand
Doth [always] for them valiantly.

The Lord's right hand exalted is,
And valiantly [for us] it doth.

I shall not die, but live, that so
God's [mighty] works I may shew forth.

The righteous God, for my own sin
Hath me chastised [very] sore;
But yet he did not me forsake,
But me from [threatened] death restore.

Now set ye open unto me
The [beauteous] gates of holiness,
And I will enter in by them,
God's [publick] praises to express.

This is the gate of God, by which
The just [with me] shall enter in;

I'le praise thee, for thou hast heard me,
And my [help and] salvation bin.

That the head corner-stone is made,
Which [foolish] builders did despise;

And this the Lord's own doing is,
And [it is] wondrous in our eyes.

This is the great and blessed day,
Which God himself [for us] hath made;
And in it we together will
Rejoyce, as made [by him] full glad.

To save us now, to thee we pray,
We thee beseech, O [gracious] Lord,
That to thy humbled flock thou wilt
[Peace and] prosperity afford.

Blessed is he that in God's name
Doth come to us with [his sweet] peace;
Out of the sacred house of God
We do his [faithful] people bless.

God is the Lord, who hath to us
Made his [Divine] light to arise;
Bind ye unto the Altar's horns
With cords our [offer'd] sacrifice.

Thou art my God, I'le thee exalt;
[Thou art] my God, I will thee praise:

Give thanks to God, for he is good,
His mercy [to us] lasts always.

MLA

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CXVIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/117/.

Chicago

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CXVIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/117/.

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