1 Fix'd is my heart; my heart's resolv'd, O God,
To spread thy glory, and thy praise abroad;
2 Awake, my lyre my psaltery my voice
At early dawn I'll in my God rejoice;
3 My song of thee the nations round shall hear,
And, with the theme transported, thee revere.
4 For to yon trackless clouds, yon heav'ns above
Extend thy truth, thy clemency, thy love.
5 Do thou, O God, exalt thy glory high;
Beam on th' astonish'd earth thy majesty;
6 O save the pious soul that trusts in thee,
And with thy mighty arm thy servant free.
7 But speaks our God--hear all his awful words;
(What solemn joy his heav'nly voice affords)!
"Fair Shechem's fertile fields thy lot shall be;
"I'll mete out Succoth's lovely vales for thee.
8 "The faithful tribes of Israel, ar'n't they mine,
"To me confirm'd by sanctions most divine?
9 "Therefore their great prote&or I'll be found;
"Therefore for them I'll curb the nations round;
"I'll lay them all beneath their conqu'ring feet;
"Idume, Moab, Palestine, submit."
10 Who to yon lofty town the path will shew?
To Edom's tow'ring gates our leader who?
11 Say, wilt not thou, O God, tho' in thy wrath
Thou'st call us off, and threatened us with death?
Say, wilt not thou, tho' late thine anger rose,
And thou not led'st us 'gainst our haughty foes?
12 But now, dread father, thy assistance give,
For vain are human aids--they but deceive,
13 Our leader thou, intrepidly we'll fight,
We'll conquer and we'll triumph in thy might;
Our leader thou, our haughty foes shall bleed,
And on their humbled necks we'll joyous tread.
Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #CVIII
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