Tag: Songs of Christ

1    Keep not, O God, we thee entreat,

          O keep not silence now:

     Do thou not hold thy peace, O God,

          and still no more be thou.

2    For, lo, thine enemies a noise

          tumultuously have made;

     And they that haters are of thee

          have lifted up the head.

3    Against thy chosen people they

          do crafty counsel take;

     And they against thy hidden ones

          do consultations make.

4    Come, let us cut them off, said they,

          from being a nation,

     That of the name of Isr’el may

          no more be mention.

5    For with joint heart they plot, in league

          against thee they combine.

6    The tents of Edom, Ishm’elites,

          Moab’s and Hagar’s line;

7    Gebal, and Ammon, Amalek,

          Philistines, those of Tyre;

8    And Assur join’d with them, to help

          Lot’s children they conspire.

9    Do to them as to Midian,

          Jabin at Kison strand;

10   And Sis’ra, which at En-dor fell,

          as dung to fat the land.

11   Like Oreb and like Zeeb make

          their noble men to fall;

     Like Zeba and Zalmunna like,

          make thou their princes all;

12   Who said, For our possession

          let us God’s houses take.

13   My God, them like a wheel, as chaff

          before the wind, them make.

14   As fire consumes the wood, as flame

          doth mountains set on fire,

15   Chase and affright them with the storm

          and tempest of thine ire.

16   Their faces fill with shame, O Lord,

          that they may seek thy name.

17   Let them confounded be, and vex’d,

          and perish in their shame:

18   That men may know that thou, to whom

          alone doth appertain

     The name Jehovah, dost most high

          o’er all the earth remain.

1     In gods’ assembly God doth stand;
          he judgeth gods among.
2     How long, accepting persons vile,
          will ye give judgment wrong?

3     Defend the poor and fatherless;
          to poor oppress’d do right.
4     The poor and needy ones set free;
          rid them from ill men’s might.

5     They know not, nor will understand;
          in darkness they walk on:
     All the foundations of the earth
          out of their course are gone.

6     I said that ye are gods, and are
          sons of the Highest all:
7     But ye shall die like men, and as
          one of the princes fall.

8     O God, do thou raise up thyself,
          the earth to judgment call:
     For thou, as thine inheritance,
          shalt take the nations all.

1    Hear, Isr’el’s Shepherd! like a flock

          thou that dost Joseph guide;

     Shine forth, O thou that dost between

          the cherubims abide.

2    In Ephraim’s, and Benjamin’s

          and in Manasseh’s sight,

     O come for our salvation;

          stir up thy strength and might.

3    Turn us again, O Lord our God,

          and upon us vouchsafe

     To make thy countenance to shine,

          and so we shall be safe.

4    O Lord of hosts, almighty God,

          how long shall kindled be

     Thy wrath against the prayer made

          by thine own folk to thee?

5    Thou tears of sorrow giv’st to them

          instead of bread to eat;

     Yea, tears instead of drink thou giv’st

          to them in measure great.

6    Thou makest us a strife unto

          our neighbours round about;

     Our enemies among themselves

          at us do laugh and flout.

7    Turn us again, O God of hosts,

          and upon us vouchsafe

     To make thy countenance to shine,

          and so we shall be safe.

8    A vine from Egypt brought thou hast,

          by thine outstretched hand;

     And thou the heathen out didst cast,

          to plant it in their land.

9    Before it thou a room didst make,

          where it might grow and stand;

     Thou causedst it deep root to take,

          and it did fill the land.

10   The mountains vail’d were with its shade,

          as with a covering;

     Like goodly cedars were the boughs

          which out from it did spring.

11   Upon the one hand to the sea

          her boughs she did out send;

     On th’ other side unto the flood

          her branches did extend.

12   Why hast thou then thus broken down,

          and ta’en her hedge away?

     So that all passengers do pluck,

          and make of her a prey.

13   The boar who from the forest comes

          doth waste it at his pleasure;

     The wild beast of the field also

          devours it out of measure.

14   O God of hosts, we thee beseech,

          return now unto thine;

     Look down from heav’n in love, behold,

          and visit this thy vine:

15   This vineyard, which thine own right hand

          hath planted us among;

     And that same branch, which for thyself

          thou hast made to be strong.

16   Burnt up it is with flaming fire,

          it also is cut down:

     They utterly are perished,

          when as thy face doth frown.

17   O let thy hand be still upon

          the Man of thy right hand,

     The Son of man, whom for thyself

          thou madest strong to stand.

18   So henceforth we will not go back,

          nor turn from thee at all:

     O do thou quicken us, and we

          upon thy name will call.

19   Turn us again, Lord God of hosts,

          and upon us vouchsafe

     To make thy countenance to shine,

          and so we shall be safe.

1    O God, the heathen enter’d have

          thine heritage; by them

     Defiled is thy house: on heaps

          they laid Jerusalem.

2    The bodies of thy servants they

          have cast forth to be meat

     To rav’nous fowls; thy dear saints’ flesh

          they gave to beasts to eat.

3    Their blood about Jerusalem

          like water they have shed;

     And there was none to bury them

          when they were slain and dead.

4    Unto our neighbours a reproach

          most base become are we;

     A scorn and laughingstock to them

          that round about us be.

5    How long, Lord, shall thine anger last?

          wilt thou still keep the same?

     And shall thy fervent jealousy

          burn like unto a flame?

6    On heathen pour thy fury forth,

          that have thee never known,

     And on those kingdoms which thy name

          have never call’d upon.

7    For these are they who Jacob have

          devoured cruelly;

     And they his habitation

          have caused waste to lie.

8    Against us mind not former sins;

          thy tender mercies show;

     Let them prevent us speedily,

          for we’re brought very low.

9    For thy name’s glory help us, Lord,

          who hast our Saviour been:

     Deliver us; for thy name’s sake,

          O purge away our sin.

10   Why say the heathen, Where’s their God?

          let him to them be known;

     When those who shed thy servants’ blood

          are in our sight o’erthrown.

11   O let the pris’ner’s sighs ascend

          before thy sight on high;

     Preserve those in thy mighty pow’r

          that are design’d to die.

12   And to our neighbours’ bosom cause

          it sev’n-fold render’d be,

     Ev’n the reproach wherewith they have,

          O Lord, reproached thee.

13   So we thy folk, and pasture-sheep,

          shall give thee thanks always;

     And unto generations all

          we will shew forth thy praise.

1    Unto the Lord I with my voice,

          I unto God did cry;

     Ev’n with my voice, and unto me

          his ear he did apply.

2    I in my trouble sought the Lord,

          my sore by night did run,

     And ceased not; my grieved soul

          did consolation shun.

3    I to remembrance God did call,

          yet trouble did remain;

     And overwhelm’d my spirit was,

          whilst I did sore complain.

4    Mine eyes, debarr’d from rest and sleep,

          thou makest still to wake;

     My trouble is so great that I

          unable am to speak.

5    The days of old to mind I call’d,

          and oft did think upon

     The times and ages that are past

          full many years agone.

6    By night my song I call to mind,

          and commune with my heart;

     My sp’rit did carefully enquire

          how I might ease my smart.

7    For ever will the Lord cast off,

          and gracious be no more?

8    For ever is his mercy gone?

          fails his word evermore?

9    Is’t true that to be gracious

          the Lord forgotten hath?

     And that his tender mercies he

          hath shut up in his wrath?

10   Then did I say, That surely this

          is mine infirmity:

     I’ll mind the years of the right hand

          of him that is most High.

11   Yea, I remember will the works

          performed by the Lord:

     The wonders done of old by thee

          I surely will record.

12   I also will of all thy works

          my meditation make;

     And of thy doings to discourse

          great pleasure I will take.

13   O God, thy way most holy is

          within thy sanctuary;

     And what god is so great in pow’r

          as is our God most high?

14   Thou art the God that wonders do’st

          by thy right hand most strong:

     Thy mighty pow’r thou hast declar’d

          the nations among.

15   To thine own people with thine arm

          thou didst redemption bring;

     To Jacob’s sons, and to the tribes

          of Joseph that do spring.

16   The waters, Lord, perceived thee,

          the waters saw thee well;

     And they for fear aside did flee;

          the depths on trembling fell.

17   The clouds in water forth were pour’d,

          sound loudly did the sky;

     And swiftly through the world abroad

          thine arrows fierce did fly.

18   Thy thunder’s voice alongst the heav’n

          a mighty noise did make;

     By lightnings lighten’d was the world,

          th’ earth tremble did and shake.

19   Thy way is in the sea, and in

          the waters great thy path;

     Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord;

          none knowledge thereof hath.

20   Thy people thou didst safely lead,

          like to a flock of sheep;

     By Moses’ hand and Aaron’s thou

          didst them conduct and keep.

1    Hear this, all people, and give ear,

          all in the world that dwell;

2    Both low and high, both rich and poor.

3         My mouth shall wisdom tell:

     My heart shall knowledge meditate.

4         I will incline mine ear

     To parables, and on the harp

          my sayings dark declare.

5    Amidst those days that evil be,

          why should I, fearing, doubt?

     When of my heels th’ iniquity

          shall compass me about.

6    Whoe’er they be that in their wealth

          their confidence do pitch,

     And boast themselves, because they are

          become exceeding rich:

7    Yet none of these his brother can

          redeem by any way;

     Nor can he unto God for him

          sufficient ransom pay,

8    (Their soul’s redemption precious is,

          and it can never be,)

9    That still he should for ever live,

          and not corruption see.

10   For why? he seeth that wise men die,

          and brutish fools also

     Do perish; and their wealth, when dead,

          to others they let go.

11   Their inward thought is, that their house

          and dwelling-places shall

     Stand through all ages; they their lands

          by their own names do call.

12   But yet in honour shall not man

          abide continually;

     But passing hence, may be compar’d

          unto the beasts that die.

13   Thus brutish folly plainly is

          their wisdom and their way;

     Yet their posterity approve

          what they do fondly say.

14   Like sheep they in the grave are laid,

          and death shall them devour;

     And in the morning upright men

          shall over them have pow’r:

     Their beauty from their dwelling shall

          consume within the grave.

15   But from hell’s hand God will me free,

          for he shall me receive.

16   Be thou not then afraid when one

          enriched thou dost see,

     Nor when the glory of his house

          advanced is on high:

17   For he shall carry nothing hence

          when death his days doth end;

     Nor shall his glory after him

          into the grave descend.

18   Although he his own soul did bless

          whilst he on earth did live;

     (And when thou to thyself dost well,

          men will thee praises give;)

19   He to his fathers’ race shall go,

          they never shall see light.

20   Man honour’d wanting knowledge is

          like beasts that perish quite.

1    Blessed is he that wisely doth

          the poor man’s case consider;

     For when the time of trouble is,

          the Lord will him deliver.

2    God will him keep, yea, save alive;

          on earth he bless’d shall live;

     And to his enemies’ desire

          thou wilt him not up give.

3    God will give strength when he on bed

          of languishing doth mourn;

     And in his sickness sore, O Lord,

          thou all his bed wilt turn.

4    I said, O Lord, do thou extend

          thy mercy unto me;

     O do thou heal my soul; for why?

          I have offended thee.

5    Those that to me are enemies,

          of me do evil say,

     When shall he die, that so his name

          may perish quite away?

6    To see me if he comes, he speaks

          vain words: but then his heart

     Heaps mischief to it, which he tells,

          when forth he doth depart.

7    My haters jointly whispering,

          ‘gainst me my hurt devise.

8    Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;

          he li’th, and shall not rise.

9    Yea, ev’n mine own familiar friend,

          on whom I did rely,

     Who ate my bread, ev’n he his heel

          against me lifted high.

10   But, Lord, be merciful to me,

          and up again me raise,

     That I may justly them requite

          according to their ways.

11   By this I know that certainly

          I favour’d am by thee;

     Because my hateful enemy

          triumphs not over me.

12   But as for me, thou me uphold’st

          in mine integrity;

     And me before thy countenance

          thou sett’st continually.

13   The Lord, the God of Israel,

          be bless’d for ever then,

     From age to age eternally.

          Amen, yea, and amen.

1    All people, clap your hands; to God

          with voice of triumph shout:

2    For dreadful is the Lord most high,

          great King the earth throughout.

3    The heathen people under us

          he surely shall subdue;

     And he shall make the nations

          under our feet to bow.

4    The lot of our inheritance

          chuse out for us shall he,

     Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

          ev’n the excellency.

5    God is with shouts gone up, the Lord

          with trumpets sounding high.

6    Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,

          praise to our King sing ye.

7    For God is King of all the earth;

          with knowledge praise express.

8    God rules the nations: God sits on

          his throne of holiness.

9    The princes of the people are

          assembled willingly;

     Ev’n of the God of Abraham

          they who the people be.

     For why? the shields that do defend

          the earth are only his:

     They to the Lord belong; yea, he

          exalted greatly is.

1    God is our refuge and our strength,
          in straits a present aid;
2    Therefore, although the earth remove,
          we will not be afraid:

     Though hills amidst the seas be cast;
3         Though waters roaring make,
     And troubled be; yea, though the hills,
          by swelling seas do shake.

4    A river is, whose streams do glad
          the city of our God;
     The holy place, wherein the Lord
          most high hath his abode.

5    God in the midst of her doth dwell;
          nothing shall her remove:
     The Lord to her an helper will,
          and that right early, prove.

Psalm 46:6-11 | Tune: God Moves In A Mysterious Way

v 6    The heathen rag’d tumultuously,
          the kingdoms moved were:
     The Lord God uttered his voice,
          the earth did melt for fear.

v 7    The Lord of hosts upon our side
          doth constantly remain:
     The God of Jacob’s our refuge,
          us safely to maintain.

c 8    Come, and behold what wondrous works
          have by the Lord been wrought;
     Come, see what desolations
          he on the earth hath brought.

v 9    Unto the ends of all the earth
          wars into peace he turns:
     The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts,
          in fire the chariot burns.

v 10   Be still, and know that I am God;
          among the heathen I
     Will be exalted; I on earth
          will be exalted high.

c 11   Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,
          is still upon our side;
     The God of Jacob our refuge
          for ever will abide.

1    O God, we with our ears have heard,

          our fathers have us told,

     What works thou in their days hadst done,

          ev’n in the days of old.

2    Thy hand did drive the heathen out,

          and plant them in their place;

     Thou didst afflict the nations,

          but them thou didst increase.

3    For neither got their sword the land,

          nor did their arm them save;

     But thy right hand, arm, countenance;

          for thou them favour gave.

4    Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord,

          deliv’rances command.

5    Through thee we shall push down our foes,

          that do against us stand:

     We, through thy name, shall tread down those

          that ris’n against us have.

6    For in my bow I shall not trust,

          nor shall my sword me save.

7    But from our foes thou hast us sav’d,

          our haters put to shame.

8    In God we all the day do boast,

          and ever praise thy name.

9    But now we are cast off by thee,

          and us thou putt’st to shame;

     And when our armies do go forth,

          thou go’st not with the same.

10   Thou mak’st us from the enemy,

          faint-hearted, to turn back;

     And they who hate us for themselves

          our spoils away do take.

11   Like sheep for meat thou gavest us;

          ‘mong heathen cast we be.

12   Thou didst for nought thy people sell;

          their price enrich’d not thee.

13   Thou mak’st us a reproach to be

          unto our neighbours near;

     Derision and a scorn to them

          that round about us are.

14   A by-word also thou dost us

          among the heathen make;

     The people, in contempt and spite,

          at us their heads do shake.

15   Before me my confusion

          continually abides;

     And of my bashful countenance

          the shame me ever hides:

16   For voice of him that doth reproach,

          and speaketh blasphemy;

     By reason of th’ avenging foe,

          and cruel enemy.

17   All this is come on us, yet we

          have not forgotten thee;

     Nor falsely in thy covenant

          behav’d ourselves have we.

18   Back from thy way our heart not turn’d;

          our steps no straying made;

19   Though us thou brak’st in dragons’ place,

          and cover’dst with death’s shade.

20   If we God’s name forgot, or stretch’d

          to a strange god our hands,

21   Shall not God search this out? for he

          heart’s secrets understands.

22   Yea, for thy sake we’re kill’d all day,

          counted as slaughter-sheep.

23   Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off;

          awake, why dost thou sleep?

24    O wherefore hidest thou thy face?

          forgett’st our cause distress’d,

25    And our oppression? For our soul

          is to the dust down press’d:

     Our belly also on the earth

          fast cleaving, hold doth take.

26    Rise for our help, and us redeem,

          ev’n for thy mercies’ sake.