Psalm CXLIV. Long Metre. Divine protection, Peace and Plenty

Descend from heaven, almighty Lord, And earth shall tremble at thy word; The smoking hills, with conscious fear, Shall own their sov'reign maker near.

Whilst thy keen pointed lightnings fly, Like flaming arrows thro' the sky; Our foes dispers'd shall rise no more; Nor dare the terrors of thy power.

O let thy potent arm controul These threat'ning waves that round us roll; These sons of vanity that rise, With fraudful hande and impious lies.

Then shall our sons, beneath thy care, Grow up like plants erect and fair; Our daughters shall like pillars rise, Where splendid buildings charm the eyes.

Then plenty shall our stores increase, Plenty, the lovely child of peace; The flock its fleecy wealth shall yield, And pour its thousands o'er the field.

The well-fed ox shall then afford His cheerful labours to his Lord; No more shall sons of plunder reign, Nor sons of misery complain.

O happy people! favour'd state! Whom such peculiar blessings wait; Happy! who on the Lord depend, Their help, their guardian and their friend,