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1 Let David, Lord, a constant place
In thy remembrance find;
Let all the sorrows he endur'd,
Be ever in thy mind.
2 Remember what a solemn oath
To thee, his Lord, he swore;
How to the mighty God he vow'd,
Whom Jacob's sons adore/
3 I will not go into my house,
Nor to my bed ascend:
No soft repose shall close my eyes,
Nor Sleep my eyelids bend:
4 Till for the Lord's design'd abode
I mark the destin'd ground;
Till I a decent place of rest
For Jacob's God have found.
5 Th' appointed place, with shouts of joy,
At Ephrata we found,
And made the woods and neighb'ring fields
Our glad applause resound.
6 O with due rev'rence let us then
To his abode repair;
And, prostrate at his footstool fall'n,
Pour out our humble pray'r.
7 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest;
Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and blest.
8 Enter with all thy glorious train,
Thy spirit and thy word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.
9 Cloath all thy ministers with grace,
Let truth their tongues employ;
That in the Saviour's righteousness
Thy saints may shout for joy.
10 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
11 Here let the son of David reign,
Let God's anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and pow'r divine.
12 Bless'd Sion does, in God's Esteem
All other seats excel;
His [lace of everlasting rest,
Where he desires to dwell.
13 Her store, says he, I will increase,
Her poor with plenty bless;
Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests,
My saving health confess.
14 There David's pow'r shall long remain
In his establish'd line,
And my anointed servant there
Shall with fresh lustre shine.
15 The faces of his vanquish'd foes
Confusion shall o'erspread;
Whilst, with confirm'd success, his crown
Shall flourish on his head.Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #132