Psalms. PSALM I. DONE INTO VERSE, 1653. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray And in his law he studies day and night. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their twisted cords: He who in heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith He, On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare; the Lord to me hath said (153) For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight, Evil with thee no bidding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight, Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I in thy fear Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes, No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. By their own counsels quell'd; Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To bless the just man still, As with a shield thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good-will. |