While, underneath his feet, he threw Born on the wings of winds, fublime,. Thick clouds their curtains round him lay, 12 The brightness of his eye difpell'd, As he advanced nearer me, The darkness, which his face had veil'd, The waters roll'd themselves afide; He thunder'd in the heav'ns aloud; And wing'd them with his fierceft fire; His lightnings fhot them thro' and thro', And fcatter'd them, in dreadful ire. 15 The channels of the deep were seen; The world's foundations then were bar'd; At thy rebuke, O Lord, I ween, The boift'rous floods and waves were fcar'd:: Thy noftrils breath'd on them a blast, They quickly fled away for fear16 He drew me from the wat'ry waste, When he himself to me drew near. 17 To God, my Saviour, now I fing, And laugh at ev'ry fpiteful foe; E 3 They They can't approach Jehovah's wing, 19 Who fav'd me from thofe cruel men.. He brought me forth from ev'ry fnare, Did answer to the Lord for me.. 22 His judgments were before mine eye, 23 He laid on me iniquity; But I from it myself preferv'd: 24 Therefore, I claim'd my due reward, 25 Jehovah will his mercy fhew But But if vain man, fprung from the duft, Shall ftrive with God, he fhall repent. 27 But thou wilt fave th' afflicted ones, And terrify, with ftern rebukes, Those who have bruis'd the broken bones, And cow'd the meek with haughty looks: 28 For thou wilt light my candle fo, I'll never more in darkness mourn; Jehovah's glories round me glow; My day to night shall ne'er return. 29 By thee, I've broke through troops of foes; By thee, my God, leapt over walls: The more the battle round me glows, The more my God to glory calls.. 30 O God, how perfect is thy way!. Thy word's a crown of glory pure; A Buckler, too, to all who stay And trust in thee; who truft fecure. 31 O! fave Jehovah, who is God? Who is our Rock fave God Moft High? 32 My feet with ftrength Jehovah fhod; Jehovah made my foes to fly: 33 More fwiftly than the bounding hind,, He fet me on his royal mount; 35 The fhield of his falvation he, In kindness to my foul, did yield: 36 His right hand hath upholden me; His love hath made me win the field. 37 If any time a narrow pass Had hemm'd me in on both my hands, How fhameful to retreat it was, Fronted by thousand hostile bands! 38 Jehovah bore me fiercely on, Against them, like a roaring flood; Were made to fwim with feas of blood.. 39 Thy pow'r, Jehovah, was my fword; It fell, like fire, upon my foes, And fuddenly them all devour'd; 40 They fell-and never more arofe. 41 They cry'd for pity, even to God; But ah! their time was pafs'd away: 42. Thus perifh all mine enemies, And those who hatred bear to me; 43 Thus diffipated, now, the ring Of those who round me fought in vain s Jehovah, thou haft made me King, To rule o'er all thy wide domain : No other Head the nations know; The nations fhall obedient come, And to my fceptre bow them low, And worship all around my dome.. 44 The people whom I never knew, Who never heard of me at all, On hearing, they fhall homage do, And at my feet fubmiffive fall: The 45 The fons of ftrangers fill the throng, The fons of ftrangers fade away, They melt away, and die in grief— Of all the ftorms abroad that fly. 47 Jehovah gives me full revenge On all the nations who rebel; But he will all my people range Around my throne, who love me well. 48 I'll fing my Saviour evermore, From death and hell who fet me free; And all my fubjects fhall adore My God, who makes them sing with me.. *49 I will confefs Jehovah's name Among the nations all abroad'; 50 Jehovah magnified fhall be; His tender mercies fill my foul; When time and all its things are o'er: Chrift-and his feed for evermore! PSALM |