Religion

Psalm XXXIV

by Richard Baxter 1615–1691

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

Religion

At all times I will magnifie
[And bless] the Lord with tongue and heart
His joyful praises never shall
Out of my [thankful] mouth depart.

My soul in her preserving Lord,
Her boasting [boldly] shall express,
And humble men shall hear thereof,
And joyn [therein] with joyfulness.

O magnifie the Lord with me,
We'll [joyntly] all exalt his name:

In all my fears I sought the Lord,
He [heard and] sav'd me from the same.

They that to him did look for help,
Of [light and] comfort did partake;
Their confidence in him did not
Their face [at all] ashamed make.

This poor man cryed in distress,
The Lord [to him] a hearing gave;
And him from all his troubles did
Effectually [help and] save.

About all them that fear the Lord,
Encamped Angels [always] lye
To save and to deliver them
From every [hurtful] enemy.

O taste and see that God is good!
Blest [are all] they that in him trust.

Fear God, ye Saints, no hurtful want
Befalls the upright [walking] just.

Even Lion's young ones hungry are,
And [often] want desired food;
But they that seek the Lord, shall not
Want any thing that's [truly] good.

Teachable Children, come to me,
My [sure and] tryed Counsel hear;
And I will teach you faithfully
The true way of God's [holy] fear.

What man desireth length of life,
And his own good doth [wisely] seek?

From evil keep thy tongue and lips,
That they no [quite or] falshood speak.

Depart from evil, and do good,
[Seek and] pursue peace faithfully;

The eyes of God are on the just,
His ears attend their [plaint and] cry.

The face of God is set against
[All] them that [do] live wickedly;
That he may cut off from the earth
Their [very] name and memory.

The righteous cry unto the Lord,
[And them] in mercy he doth hear;
And them deliver out of all
The troubles which they [feel or] fear.

To them that are of broken hearts,
The Lord with [healing] grace is near;
And surely saveth such whose spirits
Are contrlte, and him [truly] fear.

The just mens sufferings many are,
But God [in time] doth out of all

Deliver them: He keeps their bones,
None [of them]'s broken by their fall.

As for the wicked enemies,
Who do God's [righteous] servants hate,
Their sin by its own dire effects,
Shall [stay and] make them desolate.

But the Lord doth his servants souls
Redeem, and [fully] set them free;
And of all them that trust in him,
None [cast off] desolate shall be.

MLA

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XXXIV.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/33/.

Chicago

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XXXIV.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/33/.

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