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LORD, at thy voice my heart for feare hath trembled; | |
| Vnto the world, Lord, let thy workes be showen: | |
| In these our daies now let thy power be knowen, | |
| And yet in wrath let mercie he remembred. | |
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| From Teman, loe, our God you may behold, | 5 |
| The Holie One from Paran mount so hie; | |
| His glorie hath cleane couered the skie, | |
| And in the earth his praises be inrolde. | |
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| His shining was more clearer than the light, | |
| And from his hands a fulnesse did proceed, | 10 |
| Which did contain his wrath and power indeed: | |
| Consuming plagues and fire were in his sight. | |
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| He stood aloft and compassed the land, | |
| And of the nations doth defusion make; | |
| The mountaines rent, the hilles for feare did quake,— | 15 |
| His vnknown pathes no man may vnderstand. | |
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| The Morians’ tentes euen for their wickednes | |
| I might behold, the land of Midian | |
| Amaz’d and trembling, like vnto a man | |
| Forsaken quite, and left in great distresse. | 20 |
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| What, did the riuers moue the Lord to ire? | |
| Or did the floods his Maiesty displease? | |
| Or was the Lord offended with the seas, | |
| That thou camest forth in chariot hot as fire? | |
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| Thy force and power thou freely didst relate; | 25 |
| Vnto the tribes thy oath doth surely stand; | |
| And by thy strength thou didst diuide the land, | |
| And from the earth the riuers separate. | |
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| The mountaines saw and trembled for feare, | |
| The sturdy streame with speed foorth passed by; | 30 |
| The mighty depthes shout out a hideous crie, | |
| And then aloft their waues they did vpreare. | |
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| The sun and moon amid their course stood still, | |
| The speares and arrowes forth with shining went; | |
| Thou spoilest the land, being to anger bent, | 35 |
| And in displeasure thou didst slay and kill. | |
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| Thou wentest foorth for thine owne chosen’s sake, | |
| For the sauegard of thine annointed one; | |
| The house of wicked men is ouerthrowne, | |
| And their foundations now goe all to wracke. | 40 |
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| Their townes thou strikest by thy mightie power | |
| With their own weapons, made for their defence, | |
| Who like a whyrlwind came with the pretence | |
| The poore and simple man quite to deuoure. | |
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| Thou madest thy horse on seas to gallop fast; | 45 |
| Vpon the waues thou ridest here and there: | |
| My intrals trembled then for verie feare, | |
| And at thy voice my lips shooke at the last. | |
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| Griefe pierc’d my bones, and feare did me annoy, | |
| In time of trouble where I might find rest: | 50 |
| For to reuenge when once the Lord is prest, | |
| With plagues he wil the people quite destroy. | |
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| The fig-tree now no more shall sprout nor flourish; | |
| The pleasant vine no more with grapes abound; | |
| No pleasure in the citie shall be found, | 55 |
| The field no more her fruit shal feed nor nourish. | |
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| The sheep shall now be taken from the fold; | |
| In stall of bullocks there shall be no choice: | |
| Yet in the Lord my Sauiour I reioice; | |
| My hope in God yet wil I surely hold. | 60 |
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| God is my strength, the Lord my only stay; | |
| My feet for swiftnesse it is he will make | |
| Like to the hind’s, who none in course can take: | |
| Vpon high places he will make me way. | |
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