Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre #HIII (1758) Scripture: Habakkuk 3 First Line: Thy speech, O LORD, I heard with fear Lyrics: 2 Thy speech, O LORD, I heard with fear:
In midst of years thy work declin'd
Revive, O LORD, and make it known:
In wrath thy tender mercies mind.
3 Thy mighty god from Teman came,
THE HOLY ONE from Paran hill; (Selah)
His glory cover'd all the skies,
And all the earth his praise did fill.
4 His brightness as the light appear'd,
And beams of splendor from Him flow'd;
Where was the hiding of his pow'r,
There then it blazed all abroad.
5 Before Him went the pestilence:
Coals glowing at his feet were spread;
6 When he stood up, the earth was mov'd:
He look'd, and all the nations fled;
Th' eternal mountains were dispers'd;
The hills of perpetuity,
Bow'd lowly down before his feet:
His ways abide eternally.
7 The tents of Ethiopia then
In great affliction I did see;
the curtains thro' all Midian's land,
Shook at the dreadful sight of THEE!
8 Against the rivers floods or seas,
Did then JEHOVAH anger bear;
That on his troops of horses rode;
His CHARIOTS OF SALVATION WERE.
9 As to they tribes, to save them, THOU
Thy solemn word and oath didst give;
Made wholly naked was thy bow, (Selah)
The earth with rivers THOU didst cleave.
10 Thee saw, and shook the mountains great;
The floods of waters rolled by;
His voice loud utter did the deep,
And lifted up his hands on high.
11 The sun and moon, when Thee thy saw,
Stood still amaz'd in their high Sphere:
But quick mov'd at thine arrows light,
And brighter glitt'ring of thy spear.
12 Thou marchest thro' the land in wrath,
The heathen threshest as in rage:
13 In flames of zeal Thou goest forth,
To save thy sinking heritage.
With thy MESSIAH them to save;
Thou from the wicked's house, the head
hast quite cut off; and from his feet
Up to his neck, all bare hast laid. (Selah)
14 Thou hast with his [MESSIAH's] rods
struck thro' the universal head,
Of all their num'rous villages,
And all in desolation spread.
They, as tempestuous whirlwinds, rose
And rushed on, to scatter me;
Their joyful hope was to devour
The poor afflicted secretly.
15 But then I saw Thee walk along,
And with thy horses thro' the sea,
Thro' all the waters mighty heaps
Against the dreadful enemy.
16 I heard! my belly trembled thro';
At thy loud voice my lips did quake;
A rott'nness seized all my bones;
I thro' my self did greatly shake:
That in this day of trouble I
Might in safe quietness repose;
While for his people He ascends,
And with his troops invades their foes.
17 Tho' figtrees should no blossoms yield,
Nor any fruit on vines appear,
The labours of the olive fail,
And tho' the fields no food should bear;
Tho' from the folds the flocks should cease,
In stalls no cattle have abode;
18 yet in the LORD I will exult,
And joy in my salvation's God.
JEHOVAH is my Lord and strength:
He makes my feet swift as the roe:
He leads me to my places high,
And makes me safe on them to go.
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