John Milton — PSAL. LXXXI

1         To God our strength sing loud, and clear,          Sing loud to God our King,          To Jacobs God, that all may hear          Loud acclamations ring. 2          Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song          The Timbrel hither bring          The cheerfull Psaltry bring along          And Harp with pleasant string. 3          Blow, as is won't, in the new Moon          With Trumpets lofty sound,          Th'appointed time, the day wheron         Our solemn Feast comes round. 4          This was a Statute giv'n of old          For Israel to observe         A Law of Jacobs God, to hold         From whence they might not swerve. 5          This he a Testimony ordain'd         In Joseph, not to change,         When as he pass'd through Aegypt land;         The Tongue I heard, was strange. 6          From burden, and from slavish toyle          I set his shoulder free;          His hands from pots, and mirie soyle          Deliver'd were by me. 7          When trouble did thee sore assaile,          On me then didst thou call,          And I to free thee did not faile,          And led thee out of thrall.          I answer'd thee in *thunder deep *Be Sether ragnam.          With clouds encompass'd round;          I tri'd thee at the water steep          Of Meriba renown'd. 8          Hear O my people, heark'n well,          I testifie to thee          Thou antient flock of Israel,          If thou wilt list to mee, 9          Through out the land of thy abode          No alien God shall be          Nor shalt thou to a forein God          In honour bend thy knee. 10          I am the Lord thy God which brought          Thee out of Aegypt land          Ask large enough, and I, besought,          Will grant thy full demand. 11          And yet my people would not hear,          Nor hearken to my voice;          And Israel whom I lov'd so dear          Mislik'd me for his choice. 12          Then did I leave them to their will          And to their wandring mind;          Their own conceits they follow'd still          Their own devises blind 13          O that my people would be wise          To serve me all their daies,          And O that Israel would advise          To walk my righteous waies. 14         Then would I soon bring down their foes          That now so proudly rise,          And turn my hand against all those          That are their enemies. 15          Who hate the Lord should then be fain          To bow to him and bend,          But they, His should remain,          Their time should have no end. 16          And he would free them from the shock         With flower of finest wheat,         And satisfie them from the rock         With Honey for their Meat.


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