Part 285 (1/2)

The voice of the Lord is powerful; The voice of the Lord is full of majesty.

The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars; Yea, the Lord breaketh in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild-ox.

The voice of the Lord cleaveth the flames of fire.

The voice of the Lord shaketh the wilderness; The Lord shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.

The voice of the Lord maketh the hinds to calve, And strippeth the forests bare: And in his temple everything saith, Glory!

The Lord sat as king at the Flood; Yea, the Lord sitteth as king for ever.

The Lord will give strength unto his people; The Lord will bless his people with peace.

--_Psalm 29_.

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A VILLAGE IN THE LEBANON.

From an old engraving.

”The voice of the Lord is full of majesty, The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars, Yea, the Lord breaketh the cedars of Lebanon”

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WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING.

I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

O Lord my G.o.d, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing praise unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy name.

For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a lifetime: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Thou, Lord, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; And unto the Lord I made supplication: What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? {46} Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.

O Lord my G.o.d, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

--_Psalm 30_.

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MY TIMES ARE IN THY HANDS

In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: Deliver me in thy righteousness.

Bow down thine ear unto me; deliver me speedily: Be thou to me a strong rock, an house of defence to save me.

For thou art my rock and my fortress; Therefore for thy name's sake lead me and guide me.

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me; For thou art my strong hold.

Into thine hand I commend my spirit: Thou hast redeemed me, O Lord, thou G.o.d of truth.

I hate them that regard lying vanities: But I trust in the Lord.

I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: For thou hast seen my affliction; Thou hast known my soul in adversities: And thou hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy; Thou hast set my feet in a large place.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing: {48} My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.