THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXII

Truly, my Soul doth wait on God, Salvation comes from him alone. My Rock, my Safety, high Abode, He is, I shall not be o'er thrown. How long, against a Man, will ye Plot Mischief? as a bowing Wall, Or a loose Fence, you all shall be; And into sudden Ruin fall. Their great Consult is, to suppress My Dignity with lying Arts; If e'er their Mouth is forc'd to bless, Yet Cursing rages in their Hearts. My Soul wait thou on God alone; From him my Hopes have stedfast prov'd. My Rock, and Safety, him I own; My high Tow'r, I shall not be mov'd. In God my Safety is secure, My future Glory and Renown; The Rock in whom my Strength is sure, My Refuge is in God alone. Ye People, in his Pow'r, and Grace, At all Times your fix'd Trust repose; Pour out your Hearts before his Face: God is our Refuge from our Foes. The vulgar are but vain, we know, And great Men are Deceit, and Lies; If both you in the Ballance throw, Lighter than Vanity they rise. Trust not in Methods of Deceit, Or Violence; be not so vain; If by just Means your Wealth grows great, Set not your Heart on such low Gain. Once spoken hath the God of Might, Twice have I heard this Word aloud; That boundless Pow'r by sov'rain Right, Doth appertain alone to God. Not only Pow'r but wondrous Grace, Also, O Lord, belongs to Thee; Therefore, to all the human Race, Thou render'st, as their Works shall be.