Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 65, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sion's true, glorious god! On thee Last Line: Glory to the eternal king! Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
Sion's true, glorious God! on thee Praise waits in all humility. All flesh shall unto thee repair, To thee, O thou that hearest prayer! But sinful words and works still spread And overrun my heart and head; Transgressions make me foul each day, O purge them, purge them all away! Happy is he! whom thou wilt choose To serve thee in thy blessed house! Who in thy holy Temple dwells, And filled with joy, thy goodness tells! King of Salvation! by strange things And terrible, Thy Justice brings Man to his duty. Thou alone Art the world's hope, and but thee, none. Sailors that float on flowing seas Stand firm by thee, and have sure peace. Thou still'st the loud waves, when most wild And mak'st the raging people mild. Thy arm did first the mountains lay And girds their rocky heads this day. The most remote, who know not thee, At thy great works astonished be. The outgoings of the even and dawn, In antiphones sing to thy Name. Thou visit'st the low earth, and then Water'st it for the sons of men, Thy upper river, which abounds With fertile streams, makes rich all grounds, And by thy mercies still supplied The sower doth his bread provide. Thou water'st every ridge of land And settlest with thy secret hand The furrows of it; then thy warm And opening showers (restrained from harm) Soften the mould, while all unseen The blade grows up alive and green. The year is with thy goodness crowned, And all thy paths drop fatness round, They drop upon the wilderness, For thou dost even the deserts bless, And hills full of springing pride, Wear fresh adornments on each side. The fruitful flocks fill every dale, And purling corn doth clothe the vale; They shout for joy, and jointly sing, Glory to the eternal King! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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