2 The word was given by the Lord; Great were the triumphs of that word, While victory rais'd the song: Kings with their armies fled apace; Triumphant shone the reign of grace, And nations join'd the throng. 3 The church of Christ ye saints behold, Her dove-like wings, her radiant gold, Her righteousness divine; Her silver vestments, spotless white, Around diffuse her glorious light; Her beams refulgent shine.
4 See hosts of angels fill the sky; Jesus, our Lord, ascends on high, That man with God may dwell: Captivity is captive led;
For fallen man the Conqu'ror bled, To save from death and hell.
5 Lo! Zion's portals wide expand; Gentiles around her altars stand, With one divine accord:
Sing praise to God! O praise his name! Ye kingdoms, join the glorious theme! Praise ye! O praise the Lord.
1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up, Ånd strengthen'd all my youth.
2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r, With all these limbs of mine;
And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine.
3 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year:
Behold my days that yet remain. I trust them to thy care.
4 Cast me not off when years decline, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glory shine, Whene'er thy servant dies.
PART II. 14-16.
Paraphrase.
1 My God, my everlasting friend, When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?
2 Day after day, in every song, Thy goodness I'll adore;
Teach thou my heart, inspire my tongue To praise thee more and more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strength, To see my Lord and God.
4 Mercies on mercies I'll proclaim, And thy salvation own;
All other righteousness disclaim, And mention thine alone.
(The strains that ancient David sung
We to a mightier King apply, God's own eternal Son.)
2 Behold he comes, an upright Judge, Dispensing truth and grace:
The hills are blest with righteousness, 'The mountains crown'd with peace. 3 The sons of want, th' afflicted-poor, Shall bless his gracious sway, While from their weary neck he takes Th' oppressive yoke away.
4 In every heart his righteous fear Shall then be rooted fast,
Long as the sun and moon endure, Or time itself shall last.
5 Soft he descends, like vernal showers Upon the new-mown plain; Grateful, as when the parched earth Drinks in the copious rain.
6 Beneath his rule the just and good Shall be with favour crown'd; Long as the measured seasons roll His blessings shall abound.
PART II. 8-11, 17.
1 Messiah's uncontroll'd domain From sea to sea extends;
Begins at proud Euphrates stream; At nature's limit ends.
2 The kings of Tarshish and the Isles Shall costly presents bring;
From Sheba spicy gifts shall come, And wealthy Saba's king.
3 Monarchs to him shall bow the knee, And prostrate homage pay; Kindreds and people, nations, tongues, All own his righteous sway.
4 The mem'ry of his glorious name Through endless years shall run; Brighter his spotless fame shall shine, And longer than the sun.
5 All who adore beneath his feet, He shall forever bless,
And shower in streams upon their heads Joy, peace, and righteousness.
PSALM LXXII.
Second Version-Paraphrase.
1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 Behold the islands with their kings, The furthest clime her tribute brings: From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet. 3 There Persia glorious to behold; There India shines in Eastern gold; And barbarous nations at his word, Submit, and bow, and own their Lord. 4 For him shall endless pray'r be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
5 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to burst his chains; The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
7 Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more: In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. S Let ev'ry creature rise, and bring Peculiar honours to our king: Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen.
PSALM LXXIII. 23-28.
1 Thy presence, Lord, hath me supplied, And thy right hand assistance gave: Thou first shalt with thy council guide, And then to glory me receive.
2 For whom in heaven but thee alone Have I, whose favour I require? In all the earth there is not one That I before thee can desire.
3 My trembling flesh and aching heart May often fail to succour me;
But God shall inward strength impart, And my eternal portion be.
4 For they that far from thee remove, Shall into sudden ruin fall:
If after other gods they rove, Thy vengeance shall destroy them all.
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