God

Thou art He, my king, O God, Command the deliverances of Jacob.

By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,

For Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And those hating us Thou hast put to shame.

In God we have boasted all the day, And Thy name to the age we thank. Selah.

In anger Thou hast cast off and causest us to blush, And goest not forth with our hosts.

Thou sellest Thy people--without wealth, And hast not become great by their price.

All this met us, and we did not forget Thee, Nor have we dealt falsely in Thy covenant.

We turn not backward our heart, Nor turn aside doth our step from Thy path.

But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.

If we have forgotten the name of our God, And spread our hands to a strange God,

Doth not God search out this? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Surely, for Thy sake we have been slain all the day, Reckoned as sheep of the slaughter.

Stir up--why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,

Arise, a help to us, And ransom us for thy kindness' sake.

Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.

Thy throne, O God, is age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness Is the sceptre of Thy kingdom.

Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.

Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord--bow thyself to him,

To the Overseer. --By sons of Korah. `For the Virgins.' --A song. God is to us a refuge and strength, A help in adversities found most surely.

A river--its rivulets rejoice the city of God, Thy holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.

God is in her midst--she is not moved, God doth help her at the turn of the morn!

Troubled have been nations, Moved have been kingdoms, He hath given forth with His voice, earth melteth.