Unto the mighty God our strength

Verse 1

O to the mighty GOD our strength sing with a shouting voice; O to the God of Jacob sing and make a joyful noise.

Verse 2

Take up a Psalm, the timbrel bring, and with your voices join; The pleasant harp and psaltery, in consort sweet combine.

Verse 3

At the new moon, let trumpets blow, and joyful voices raise. To celebrate th' appointed time, the solemn day of praise.

Verse 4

For this to Israel of old a sacred precept was, And by the God of Jacob this did for a statute pass.

Verse 5

This witness He in Joseph set, when from th' Egyptian shore They went, and heard a voice and speech, they never heard before.

Verse 6

I from the heavy burthens took their shoulders clear away; And I their servile hands set free from lab'ring in the clay.

Verse 7

When thou wast in great trouble, thou To Me for aid dist call; With pity your distress I saw, and set you free from all. From thunder clouds I answer'd thee, my secret place on high, And at the streams of Meribah, I throughly did thee try.

Verse 8

Hear, O my people, and my mind I'll testify to thee; To thee,O Isr'el, if thou wilt, but hearken now to Me:

Verse 9

Then know, that a strange God in thee, I never will allow; Never to any other God, shalt thou presume to bow.

Verse 10

I am the LORD thy God who thee from land of Egypt led; Open thy mouth, and thou by Me with plenty shalt be fed.

Verse 11

My people yet would not give ear, To the kind voice I spake; And Israel would not in me, Their full contentment take.

Verse 12

So to the bents of their own hearts, I gave them up a prey; And in their foolish counsels then I let them go astray.

Verse 13

O that my people Me had heard, and did my voice obey; That Isr'el had obedient been, and walked in my way;

Verse 14

I should within a little time, have pulled down their foes; And should have turn'd my hand upon, such as against them rose.

Verse 15

The haters of the LORD had then submission paid, tho' feign'd; But his own people's happy time should ever have remain'd.

Verse 16

Yea with the finest of the wheat, Have nourish'd them should He; With honey of the Rock I should Have satisfied thee.