Classic Poem

To God, you just, your voices raise,
It you beseems to sing His praise.
O celebrate the King of kings
On instruments strung with ten strings;
To harp and lute new ditties sing;
Sing loud with skilful fingering.
His words are crown'd by their event,
And all His works are permanent.
Justice and judgment He affects,
His bounty upon all reflects,
His word the arched heav'ns did frame,
His breath the stars' eternal flame;
He the collected seas confines,
And folds the deep in magazines.
The Lord, O all you nations, fear;
All whom the earth's round shoulders bear.
He spake, 'twas done as soon as said,
At His commandment stedfast made.
The people counsel take in vain,
The projects no success obtain.
The counsels of the Lord are sure,
His purposes no change endure;
Bless'd they whose God Jehovah is,
The nation set apart for His.
The Lord looks from the lofty skies,
On careful mortals casts His eyes;
The Lord looks from His residence,
The sons of men beholds from thence.
He fashioned their hearts alone,
To Him their thoughts and deeds are known.
No king is saved by an host,
No giant in his strength should boast,
There rests no safety in a horse,
None are deliver'd by his force.
God's Eyes are ever on the just,
Who fear, and in His mercy trust;
To free their souls from swallowing earth,
And keep alive in time of dearth.
Our fervent souls on God attend,
Our Help, Who only can defend;
In Whom our hearts exult for joy,
Because we on His Name rely.
Great God, to us propitious be,
As we have fix'd our hopes on Thee.