THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXVIII

Rise, Lord, and let thine Enemies, Abroad dispersed be; Let them, that impiously Thee hate, Before thy Presence flee. As Smoke is driven with the Wind, So, Lord, the Wicked chase; As Fire melts Wax, so let thy Foes Dissolve, before thy Face. But let the Righteous all be glad, Before the Lord rejoice; With Gladness may their Hearts be fill'd, With Shouts of Joy their Voice. Sing unto God, Oh! sing his Praise, With Joy exalt his Name; Who by the Name Iehovah rides On Heav'ns extended Frame. God, from his holy dwelling Place, Is, as a Father, kind To Orphans; and a righteous Judge, In him, the Widows find. God, for the lonely, Houses builds, He breaks the Captives Chain, And sets them free; but Rebels, plagu'd, In a dry Land remain.