How long by lies will they be led
Who vain attempts redouble!
They eat my people up as bread,
And live upon their trouble!
In God stands not their confidence;
From ill they ask not his defence:
They would themselves look after.
Therefore their heart is never still
But always full of fearing.
Dwell with the good the Father will,
Those who have ears for hearing.
But ye despise the poor man’s ways,
And scorn at everything he says
Concerning God his comfort.
Who will to Israel, poor flock—
To Zion send salvation?
God will take pity on his folk,
And free his captive nation;
That will he do through Christ his Son—
And then is Jacob’s weeping done,
And Isr’el filled with gladness. Amen.
III
THE FOURTY-SIXTH PSALM
Our God he is a castle strong,
A good mail-coat and weapon;
He sets us free from every wrong
That wickedness would heap on.
The ancient wicked foe
He means earnest now;
Force and cunning sly
His horrid policy,—
On earth there’s no one like him!
Our strength is vain; do what we can
Our hopes are soon dejected;
But He fights for us, the right man,
By God himself elected.
Ask’st thou who is this?
Jesus Christ it is;
He is the Lord of Hosts
In whom his people boasts;
And he must win the battle.
And did the world with devils swarm
All gaping to devour us,
We fear not from them the least harm;
Success lies sure before us.
This world’s prince accurst,
Let him rage his worst,
Only roars about;
His doom it is gone out,
A word can overthrow him.
The Word they’ll have to let it bide,
Nor there claim any merit;
He is with us, and on our side
With his own gifts and spirit!
Let them take our life,
Goods, name, child, and wife—
Everything may go:
To them it is no gain;
The kingdom ours remaineth.
IV
THE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH PSALM
Were God not with us all the time—
Israel may loud declare it—
Were God not with us all the time,
We must have now despaired;
For we are such a little flock
Despised by such a crowd of folk,
Who all do set upon us!
‘Gainst us so angry is their mood,
If God had given them tether
Us they had swallowed where we stood,
Body and soul together.
We should have been drowned all, like those
O’er whom the waters great did close,
And swept them off relentless.
Thank God! their throat who did not let
Us swallow when it gaped;
As from a snare a bird doth flit
So is our soul escaped.
The snare’s in two, and we are through:
The name of God it standeth true,
The God of earth and heaven. Amen.
V
A CHILDREN’S SONG, TO SING AGAINST THE TWO ARCHENEMIES OF CHRIST AND HIS