Poems (Hale)/The sixty-fifth Psalm
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PARAPHRASE OF THE SIXTY-FIFTH PSALM.
Praise waits in Zion, God! for Thee!
Earth's purest incense shall be Thine!
O Thou, who hearest prayer, would we
In homage bend before Thy shrine.
Earth's purest incense shall be Thine!
O Thou, who hearest prayer, would we
In homage bend before Thy shrine.
Blessed is he whose feet may tread
The temple of Thy Holiness.
Thou o'er his heart Thy love wilt shed,
And with Thy grace his soul wilt bless.
The temple of Thy Holiness.
Thou o'er his heart Thy love wilt shed,
And with Thy grace his soul wilt bless.
Thy mighty word is sent abroad,
To still the raging of the sea.
Thou art the confidence, O Lord!
Of all who humbly trust in Thee.
To still the raging of the sea.
Thou art the confidence, O Lord!
Of all who humbly trust in Thee.
The morning's fragrance sweetly tells,
In accents soft, that God is love;
And evening's dewy incense swells,
Richly to Thy pure throne above.
In accents soft, that God is love;
And evening's dewy incense swells,
Richly to Thy pure throne above.
Spring's early gifts thy love proclaim:
Thou in the genial rain art near:
The glowing Summer speaks thy name:
Thy power and goodness crown the year.
Thou in the genial rain art near:
The glowing Summer speaks thy name:
Thy power and goodness crown the year.
Great Source of life! where'er there dwells
A being formed to praise, to love,
Thy name the ceaseless chorus swells,
Which rises to Thy throne above.
A being formed to praise, to love,
Thy name the ceaseless chorus swells,
Which rises to Thy throne above.