Version of Paraphrase of the Psalm, A - Psalm 7
1.
O Save me, Lord, and to my foes
Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose
Thy pow'r, and let the arm divine,
Stretch'd in my cause, bespeak me thine:
2.
Lest, while I mourn thy absent aid,
The Lion fierce my soul invade,
Pleas'd, with my blood his thirst allay,
And rend the unresisting prey.
3.
My God, if truth their censure guide,
If guilt be in my facts descried,
If e'er from my dissembling heart
My Friend has found the hostile part, —
4.
If, gracious Lord, with stubborn mind
To wrathful violence inclin'd,
Impell'd by wrongs, I taught my Foe
The terrors of my hand to know, —
5.
That Foe's worst vengeance let me meet,
Till trampled underneath his feet
Low in the dust my life be laid,
And Earth's dark womb my glory shade.
6.
Rise, mightiest Lord, triumphant rise
O'er each whose hand thy pow'r defies;
O let thy wrath chastise my Foes,
Hear, and relieve thy Servant's woes.
7.
Judgement is thine: In awful state,
While circling crouds the doom await,
Ascend thy throne, great God, again,
And justify thy ways to Men.
8.
O Thou, on whom our fates depend,
My cause, my guiltless cause, defend;
Awake, thy aiding strength excite,
Awake and vindicate my right.
9.
Sin's baneful growth do Thou controul,
And guard from ill the upright soul;
For Thou, just Lord, with searching eye
The heart and inmost reins canst try.
10.
To God, my Soul, for help repair,
Who makes the faithful heart his care,
Th' impartial Judge! whose eyes each day,
Indignant, scenes of guilt survey.
11.
If Man his Law refuse to know,
He whets his sword, he bends his bow,
He tips with fire the fatal dart,
Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppressor's heart.
12.
With mischief teem their breasts, but woe
And frustrate hope attend the throe;
They dig, and with exactest care
A pit, but for themselves, prepare.
13.
They toil, and each, condemn'd to gain
The luckless harvest of his pain,
Ills for a brother's head design'd
Retorted on his own shall find.
14.
Thy justice, Lord, shall on my breast
In sure remembrance stand impress'd,
With grateful joy my heart inspire,
And wake to ceaseless praise my lyre.
O Save me, Lord, and to my foes
Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose
Thy pow'r, and let the arm divine,
Stretch'd in my cause, bespeak me thine:
2.
Lest, while I mourn thy absent aid,
The Lion fierce my soul invade,
Pleas'd, with my blood his thirst allay,
And rend the unresisting prey.
3.
My God, if truth their censure guide,
If guilt be in my facts descried,
If e'er from my dissembling heart
My Friend has found the hostile part, —
4.
If, gracious Lord, with stubborn mind
To wrathful violence inclin'd,
Impell'd by wrongs, I taught my Foe
The terrors of my hand to know, —
5.
That Foe's worst vengeance let me meet,
Till trampled underneath his feet
Low in the dust my life be laid,
And Earth's dark womb my glory shade.
6.
Rise, mightiest Lord, triumphant rise
O'er each whose hand thy pow'r defies;
O let thy wrath chastise my Foes,
Hear, and relieve thy Servant's woes.
7.
Judgement is thine: In awful state,
While circling crouds the doom await,
Ascend thy throne, great God, again,
And justify thy ways to Men.
8.
O Thou, on whom our fates depend,
My cause, my guiltless cause, defend;
Awake, thy aiding strength excite,
Awake and vindicate my right.
9.
Sin's baneful growth do Thou controul,
And guard from ill the upright soul;
For Thou, just Lord, with searching eye
The heart and inmost reins canst try.
10.
To God, my Soul, for help repair,
Who makes the faithful heart his care,
Th' impartial Judge! whose eyes each day,
Indignant, scenes of guilt survey.
11.
If Man his Law refuse to know,
He whets his sword, he bends his bow,
He tips with fire the fatal dart,
Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppressor's heart.
12.
With mischief teem their breasts, but woe
And frustrate hope attend the throe;
They dig, and with exactest care
A pit, but for themselves, prepare.
13.
They toil, and each, condemn'd to gain
The luckless harvest of his pain,
Ills for a brother's head design'd
Retorted on his own shall find.
14.
Thy justice, Lord, shall on my breast
In sure remembrance stand impress'd,
With grateful joy my heart inspire,
And wake to ceaseless praise my lyre.
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