1 David, and all his troubles, LORD,
O do Thou kindly think upon:
2 How to the LORD he sware, and how
He vow'd to Jacob's mighty one;
3 Into my tent I will not go,
Nor to my bed for sweet repose;
4 No sleep will to mine eyes afford,
Nor slumber shall my eye-lids close;
5 Until I for the LORD have found
And for his ark a dwelling place;
For Him who is the mighty One,
Of Jacob, and his favour'd race.
6 Behold at Ephrata we heard
The place of its retir'd abode;
And search'd till it we found with joy,
In a dark field enclos'd with wood.
7 We'll go into his sacred tents
Our worship at his footstool pay.
8 Arise, O LORD, into thy rest,
And with thine ark of strength there stay.
9 Let righteousness thy priests adorn,
Thy saints with shouts their joy display:
10 And for thy servant David's sake
Turn thy MESSIAH not away.
11 The LORD to David sware in truth;
The oath he never will disown;
"I one descended from thy loins
"Will surely set upon thy throne:
12 "And if my covenant and law,
"That to thy children teach shall I,
"They always keep, then shall their race
"Sit on thy throne perpetually.
13 "Because the LORD hath Zion chose,
"And there desir'd to have his seat;
14 "This is my rest for ever; here
"I'll dwell, for I desired it;
15 "I'll here provision greatly bless
"And satisfy her poor with food:
16 "Her priests with my salvation cloath,
"Her saints with joy shall shout aloud.
17 "There David's horn I'll make to spring
"There my MESSIAH'S lamp ordain:
18 "With sham I'll cloath his foes: on Him
"His crown shall flourish and remain.