Religion
Psalm XXXIII
From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)
Ye righteous in the Lord, rejoyce
For [chearful] praise becometh Saints:
Praise God with Psaltery, Harp, and Voice,
And [with sweet] ten-string'd Instruments.
Play skilfully with a loud noise,
And sing [to him] a song that's new:
For all the Word of God is right,
And all his works are [sure and] true.
God greatly loveth righteousness,
And judgment [well ad-] ministred;
And with the goodness of the Lord
The earth's [richly] replenished.
By the Almighty Word of God
The [vast and] glorious Heav'ns were made;
And by the spirit of his mouth
Their whole host [all their] being had.
The waters of the Sea he keeps
[On heaps] confined by the shore:
He layeth up the liquid deeps
As [Treasures] in a house of store.
Let all the people of the earth
The Lord Almighty [serve with] fear;
And all the world's inhabitants
To him due [awe and] reverence bear.
He spake but the creating word,
And it was done and [all things] made;
He did but potently command,
And it stood faft as [firmly] stay'd.
The Counsels of the Nations rude,
The [Ruling] Lord doth bring to nought;
He doth defeat the multitude
Of their device and wicked thought.
But all the counsels of the Lord
Do stand [unchang'd] for ever sure
And all the purposes of God
[Beyond] all ages do endure.
That Nation blessed is, to whom
The Lord as [their own] God is known:
And those whom as an heritage
He [loves and] chooseth for his own.
The Lord looks down from Heav'n and sees
All [done by] men of humane birth;
And from his habitation views
[Even] all [the] dwellers of the earth.
He fashioneth their hearts alike,
[And all] their doings he observes.
No King is saved by an Host,
Much strength no [Mighty] man preserves.
A horse of war is a valn thing
To save a man in [time of] fight,
Nor shall deliver any man
[Either] by swiftness or by might.
But upon those that do him fear,
The Lord doth set his [gracious] eye,
On those that on his mercy do
With [hope and] confidence rely.
To save them from a pining death,
In Famine [food and] life to yield.
Our soul still waiteth for the Lord,
He is our help and [only] shield.
Because his holy name we trust,
Our hearts [in him] shall joyful be.
Lord let thy mercy be on us,
As we do [place our] hope in thee.
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MLA
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XXXIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/32/.
Chicago
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XXXIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/32/.
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