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13 Oh that My people would be wise,

To serve Me all their days !
And oh that Israel would advise

To walk My righteous ways !

14 Then would I soon bring down their foes,

That now so proudly rise,
And turn My hand against all those

That are their enemies.

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15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain

To bow to Him and bend;
But they, His people, should remain;

Their time should have no end.

16 And He would feed them from the shock

With flour of finest wheat,
And satisfy them from the rock

With honey for their meat.

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8 Rise, God; judge Thou the earth in might;

This wicked earth redress;
For Thou art He who shalt by right

The nations all possess.

PSALM LXXXIII.

i Be not Thou silent now at length;

O God, hold not Thy peace :
Sit Thou not still, O God of strength;

We cry and do not cease.

2 For lo! Thy furious foes now swell,

And storm outrageously ;
And they that hate Thee, proud and fell,

Exalt their heads full high.

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3 Against Thy people they contrive

Their plots and counsels deep; Them to ensnare they chiefly strive

Whom Thou dost hide and keep.

4 Come, let us cut them off," say they,

“Till they no nation be; That Israel's name for ever may

Be lost in memory.'

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12 For they amidst their pride have said,

“By right now shall we seize God's houses, and will now invade

Their stately palaces."

13 My God, oh make them as a wheel;

No quiet let them find;
Giddy and restless let them reel,

Like stubble from the wind.

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14 As, when an aged wood takes fire

Which on a sudden strays,
The greedy flame runs higher and higher,

Till all the mountains blaze ;

15 So with Thy whirlwind them pursue,

And with Thy tempest chase; 16 And till they yield Thee honour due,

Lord, fill with shame their face.

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17 Ashamed and troubled let them be,

Troubled and shamed for ever, Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and 'scape it never.

18 Then shall they know that Thou, whose name

Jehovah is, alone
Art the Most High, and Thou the same

O'er all the earth art One.

PSALM LXXXIV.

1 How lovely are Thy dwellings fair!

O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are

Where Thou dost dwell so near!

2 My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts, O Lord, to see ;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for Thee.

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3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,

Hath found a house of rest;
The swallow there, to lay her young,

Hath built her brooding nest;

Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

They find their safe abode;
And home they fly from round the coasts

Toward Thee, my King, my God.

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4 Happy who in Thy house reside,

Where Thee they ever praise ! 5 Happy whose strength in Thee doth 'bide,

And in their hearts Thy ways ! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale,

That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful watery dale

Where springs and showers abound.

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7 They journey on from strength to strength

With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God, give ear: 9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face

Of Thy annointed dear. 10 For one day in Thy courts to be

Is better and more blest Than in the joys of vanity

A thousand days at best.

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