Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 104, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Make, o my soul, the subject of thy song Last Line: Prayse him, whom bands of time nor age can binde. | ||||||||
Make, O my Soul, the subject of Thy Song Th'Eternall Lord! O Lord, O God of might To Thee to Thee all Royall pomps belong Cloathed art Thou in state and glory bright For what is else this eye-delighting light But unto Thee a Garment wide and long? The Vaulted heaven, but a Curtain right A Canopy Thou over Thee hast hung? The Rafters that his Parlors roof sustain In chev'ron he on chrystall waters binds He on the winds, he on the clouds doth reign, Riding on clouds, and walking on the winds Whose winged blasts his Word as ready finds To post for him as Angels of his traine As to effect the purposes he minds He makes no lesse the flamy fiür faine. By him the earth a stedfast base doth beare And stedfast so, as time, nor force can shake Which once round waters garment-like did weare And hills in Seas did lowly lodging take But seas from Hills a swift descent did make When swelling high by Thee they chidden were Thy thunders' rore did cause their conduits quake Hastning their hast with spurr of hasty feare. So waters fled, so mountains high did rise So humble vallys deeply did descend All to the place Thou didst for them devise When bounding Seas, with unremoved end Thou bad'st they should themselves no more extend To hide the Earth, which now unhidden lyes Yet from the Mountains rocky sides didst send Springs whispring murmurs, Rivers roaring cryes. Of these the beasts, which on the plains do feed All drink their fill, with these their thirst allay The Asses wild, and all that wildly breed By these in their self-chosen mansions stay The free-born fowles, which through the empty way Of yeilding aire wafted with wingy speed To Art-like notes of nature-tuned lay Make eareless bushes give attentive heed. Thou, Thou of heav'n the Windows dost unclose Dewing the mountains with Thy Bountys raine Earth great with young her longing doth not loose The hopefull plowman hopeth not in vain The vulgar grasse, wherof the beast is faine The rarer Herb man for himself hath chose All things in brief, that life in life maintain From Earths Old bowells fresh and yongly growes. Thence Wine, the Counterpoyson unto Care Thence Oyle, whose juice unplaits the folded brow Thence bread, Our best, I say not daintyest Fare Prop yet of hearts, which else would weakly bow Thence Lord Thy leaved people budd and blow Whose Princes Thou Thy Cedars dost not spare A fuller Draught of Thy cupp to allow That highly raysd above the rest they are. Yet highly raysd, they do not proudly scorn To give small byrds an humble entertain Whose brickle neasts are on their branches born While in the firrs tyhe storks a lodging gain So highest hills rock loving goates sustain And have their heads with climbing traces worn That safe in rocks the Conyes may remain To yeild them caves, their rocky ribbs are torn. Thou make'st the Moon the Empresse of the Night Hold constant Course with most unconstant face Thou makest the Sun the Chariotman of light Well know the start and stopp of dayly race When he doth sett, and night his beames deface To rome abroad Wood burgesses delight Lions I meane, who roaring all that space Seem then of Thee to crave their food by right. When he retires, they all from field retire And lay them down in Cave their home to rest They rest, man stirrs to winn a Workman's hire And works till sun have wrought his way to West Eternall Lord, who Greatest art and Best How I amaz'd Thy mighty Works admire Wisdom in them hath evry part possest Wherto in me no Wisdom can aspire Behold the Earth, How there thy bountys flow Look on the sea extended hugely wide What watry troopes swymm, creep and crawle and go Of great and small on that, this evry side There the sayl-winged ships on waves do glyde Sea monsters there their plays and pasttimes show And all at once in seasonable tide Their hungry eyes on Thee their feeder throw. Thou givst, they take, Thy hand itself displayes They filled feel the plentys of Thy hand All darkned ly deprived of Thy rayes Thou takest their breath not one can longer stand They dy they turn to former dust and sand Till Thy life giving spirit do mustering rayse New companys to reinforce each band Which still supplyed, never whole decayes. So may it, O, So may it ever go Jehovas Works, his glorious gladnes be Who touching mountains, mountains smoking grow Who eyeing Earth, Earth quakes with qivering knee As for my self, my seely self in me While life shall last in song his Worth to show I framed have a resolute decree And thankfull be, till being I forgo. O that my song might good acceptance find How should my heart in Great Jehova joy! O that some plague this Irreligious kind Ingrate to God would from the earth destroy Meane while my soul uncessantly employ To high Jehovas prayse my mouth and mind Nay all, since all his benefitts enjoy Prayse him, whom bands of time nor age can binde. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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