Version of Paraphrase of the Psalm, A - Psalm 135

1.

Ye faithful Servants of your God,
To him be all your thanks bestow'd;
Through Times extended course, his fame
In songs of highest praise proclaim:

2.

Ye who, on his behests intent,
The Courts of Israel 's Lord frequent,
And pleas'd, within his hallow'd gate,
In regular succession wait:

3.

Him praise, the everlasting King,
And Mercy's unexhausted spring;
Haste, to his Name your voices rear;
What Name like his the heart can chear?

4.

His Love from out the num'rous Birth,
That crowns the wide-extended Earth,
Selects the Race of Isaac 's Sons,
And Jacob his possession owns.

5.

Thy Greatness, Lord, my thoughts attest,
With awful gratitude impress'd,
Nor know, among the Seats divine,
A Pow'r that shall contend with Thine.

6.

Tis God, whose all-disposing Sway
The Heav'n's, the Earth, and Seas obey;
Whose Might through all extent extends,
Sinks through all depth, all height transcends —

7.

From Earth's low margin to the Skies
He bids the pregnant Vapours rise,
The Lightning's pallid sheet expands,
And glads with show'rs the surrow'd lands;

8.

Now from His Storehouse built on high,
He gives th' imprison'd Winds to fly,
And, guided by thy Will, to sweep
The surface of the foaming Deep.

9.

By His resistless stroke assail'd,
Her Eldest-born proud Egypt wail'd;
Nor rag'd His sword on Man alone;
Her flocks, Her herds, its fury own.

10.

New scenes of Dread her Land surpriz'd,
When God the haughty chief chastis'd,
And Each who lent th' assisting hand.
To execute his stern command.

11.

From Egypt 's desolated shore
Its course His vengeance onward bore
To distant realms, by Justice led;
And mightiest Kings beneath it bled:

12.

Their Monarch Hesbon 's Coasts deplor'd,
And Basan her gigantic Lord,
While Canaan wept her forfeit Lands
Resign'd to Israel 's chosen Bands.

13.

Thy Name shall ever live, thy Name
Shall ceaseless Praise and Honour claim;
Thy Works, atchiev'd in ages past,
To endless time remember'd last.

14.

From Thee our Judge, we wait our doom:
Thou, Lord, the balance wilt assume,
And, prompt thy People's woes to heal,
The sentence of thy wrath repeal.

15.

Behold, on each polluted shore
The heathen tribes their Gods adore;
Of Gold and Silver form'd, they stand
The Creatures of the Artists hand.

16.

Mouths have they, not for speech design'd,
And Ears and Eyes, yet deaf and blind:
Their lips, by Nature's finger seal'd,
Ne'er knew the vital breath to yield:

17.

Unvisited by Wisdom's ray
Their breast: Nor less insensate They,
Who made their mimic forms, or made,
With fruitless pray'r invoke their aid.

18.

Ye favour'd Tribes, from Israel sprung,
Jehovah 's Praise with grateful Tongue
Aloud proclaim, and thankful join
To bless the Majesty divine.

19.

Him bless, ye Sons of Aaron 's race;
Ye who your birth from Levi trace,
And All whose heart His Laws delight,
In thanks to Him your songs unite.

20.

Let Sion with enraptur'd ear
His fame throughout her precincts hear,
Who 'midst her walls, eternal Guest,
Has fix'd the Mansion of his rest.
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