11. As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,
So let their princes speed;
As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,
So let their princes bleed.

12. For they amidst their pride have said, By right now shall we seise

God's houses, and will now invade
Their stately palaces.

13. My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find ; Giddy and restless let them reel

Like stubble from the wind.

14. As when an aged wood takes fire Which on a sudden strays,

The greedy flame runs higher and higher Till all the mountains blaze;

15. So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase ;

16. And, till they yield thee honour due, Lord, fill with shame their face.

17. Asham'd, and troubled, let them be, Troubled, and sham'd for ever;

Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and 'scape it never.

18. Then shall, they know, that Thou, whose Name Jehovah is alone,

Art the Most High, and Thou the same

O'er all the earth art One.

PSALM LXXXIV.

1. How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hosts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,
Where thou dost dwell so near !

2. My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for thee,

3. There even now the sparrow, freed from wrong,

Hath found a house of rest;

The swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding nest;
Even by the altars, Lord of Hosts,
They find their safe abode;

And home they fly from round the coasts
Toward thee, my King, my God,

4. Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise!

5. Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways!

6. They pass through Baca's thirsty vale,
That dry and barren ground;
As through a fruitful watery dale,
Where springs and showers abound.

7. They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer,

Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.

8. Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God give ear;

9. Thou God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear.

10. For one day in thy courts to he

Is better, and more blest,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
I, in the temple of my God,
Had rather keep a door,

Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,

With sin for evermore.

11. For God the Lord, both sun and shield,

Gives grace and glory bright;

No good from them shall be witheld
Whose ways are just and right,

12. Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high;

That man is truly blest,

Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.