Version of Paraphrase of the Psalm, A - Psalm 132

1.

Great Ruler of this earthly Ball,
Thy David to thy thought recall;
O hear my voice; All-potent Sire,
Nor distant from the pray'r retire.

2.

O think what pangs his bosom tore,
When to his God the Oath he swore,
And thus, with various pressures bow'd,
To Jacob 's Lord a Mansion vow'd.

3.

Be Witness, if my floor I tread,
Be Witness, if my couch I spread,
If sleep these weary orbs shall seal,
Or slumber o'er mine eyelids steal, —

4.

Till to my search fair Judah 's Land
Some place present, whereon may stand,
Through future age, thy fix'd Abode,
The Seat of Jacob 's mighty God.

5.

To Thee, O Ephrata , we came,
Inquisitive, and, led by fame,
The hallow'd Tabernacle found
Within the forests ample bound.

6.

Behold us, Lord, with willing feet
The mansion of thy presence greet,
(Each heart inflam'd with grateful zeal,)
And prostrate at thy footstool kneel.

7.

Rise, Israel 's Father, God, and Friend;
Pleas'd to thy place of rest ascend,
Thou and thine Ark, tremendous shrine
Of Majesty and Pow'r divine.

8.

While Righteousness thy Priests arrays,
O let thy Saints their thankful lays
Prolong; and in thy David 's name
Let Judah 's King thy favour claim.

9.

Thus to the Prince of Jesse born
God the reverseless Oath has sworn;
Thy Throne, protected by my care,
The offspring of thy loyns shall heir.

10.

Through distant times their hallow'd Line,
Long as to Me their hearts incline,
My Compact keep, my Laws obey,
Shall, uncontroul'd, extend their sway.

11.

Thy Walls, O Sion , to thy Lord
His destin'd residence afford;
Here will I rest, nor e'er my Love
From thy distinguish'd seat remove.

12.

Thy plenteous board my hand shall spread,
Distribute to thy Poor their bread,
Thy Priests with lasting health invest,
And wake to mirth each faithful breast.

13.

Amid thy Race, O David , here,
Salvation shall her standard rear,
While copious on th' anointed head
The heav'nly Lamp its beams shall shed.

14.

Thy foes with shame invelop'd o'er,
Their blasted counsels shall deplore,
And see the Crown that binds thy brow
With unextinguish'd splendors glow.
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