Attend, My People, to My Law

Attend

my peo­ple

to my law;

Thereto give thou an ear;

The words that from my mouth pro­ceed

Attentively do hear.

My mouth shall speak a pa­ra­ble

And say­ings dark of old;

The same which we have heard and known

Ev’n as our fa­thers told.

We will not from their child­ren hide

The won­ders done by Thee;

To ge­ne­ra­tions yet to come

These things de­clare will we.

The prais­es of the Lord our God

And His al­migh­ty strength

The won­drous works that He hath done

We will show forth at length.

His tes­ti­mo­ny and His law

In Is­ra­el He did place

And charged our fa­thers it to show

To their suc­ceed­ing race;

That so the race which was to come

These things might learn and know;

And sons un­born

who should arise

Might to their sons them show:

That they might set their hope in God

And suf­fer not to fall

His migh­ty works out of their mind

But keep His pre­cepts all:

And might not

like their fa­thers

be

A stiff re­bel­li­ous race;

A race not right in heart with God

Whose spir­it faith­less was.

The sons of Eph­ra­im

who nor bows

Nor oth­er arms did lack

When as the day of bat­tle was

Yet faint­ly turn­èd back.

They broke God’s co­ve­nant

and re­fused

In His com­mands to go;

His works and won­ders they for­got

Which He to them did show.

Things mar­vel­ous He brought to pass;

Their fa­thers them be­held

Within the land of Egypt done

Yea

ev­en Zo­an’s field.

By Him di­vid­ed was the sea

He led them through the flood;

The wa­ters on each side He raised

Till as a heap they stood.

With cloud by day

with light of fire

All night He did them guide.

In de­sert

rocks He cleft

and drink

As from great depths

sup­plied.

He al­so from the rock brought streams

Like floods made wa­ters run.

Yet

sin­ning more

in de­sert they

Provoked the High­est One.

For in their heart they tempt­ed God

And

speak­ing with mis­trust

They greed­ily did meat re­quire

To sa­tis­fy their lust.

Against the Lord Him­self they spake

And

mur­mur­ing

said thus

A ta­ble in the wil­der­ness

Can God pre­pare for us?

Behold

He smote the rock

and thence

Came streams and wa­ters great;

But can He give His peo­ple bread?

And send them flesh to eat?

Jehovah heard

His wrath arose:

Then kin­dled was a flame

On Ja­cob

and on Is­ra­el

His in­dig­na­tion came.

For they be­lieved not God

nor trust

In His sal­va­tion had;

Though clouds above He did com­mand

And Heav’n’s doors op­en made

And man­na rained on them

and gave

Them corn of Heav’n to eat.

Man an­gels’ food did eat; to them

He to the full sent meat.

He in the heav­en al­so caused

An east­ern wind to blow;

And by His pow­er He let out

The south­ern wind to go.

Then flesh He rained on them like dust

Which can­not num­bered be;

And fea­thered fowls in num­bers vast

Like sands along the sea.

At His com­mand

amid their camp

The flesh in show­ers fell;

On ev­ery side it fell about

The tents where they did dwell.

So they did eat abun­dant­ly

And had of meat their fill;

For He did give to them what was

Their own de­sire and will.

They from their lust had not es­tranged

Their heart and their de­sire;

But while the meat was in their mouths

Which they did so re­quire

God’s wrath up­on them came

and slew

The fat­test of them all;

And so the choice of Is­ra­el

O’erthrown by death

did fall.

Yet af­ter all the Lord had done

They still went on in sin;

Nor did be­lieve

al­though His works

So won­der­ful had been.

He there­fore did in van­ity

Their days con­sume and waste;

And by His wrath their wretch­ed years

Away in trou­ble passed.

But when He slew them

then they did

To seek Him show de­sire;

Yea

they re­turned

and af­ter God

Did ear­nest­ly in­quire.

And that the Lord had been their Rock

They did re­mem­ber then;

And that the high al­migh­ty God

Had their Re­deem­er been.

Yet with their mouth they flat­tered Him

And with their tongues they lied;

Their heart was not sin­cere; they from

His co­ve­nant turned aside.

But

full of pi­ty

He for­gave

Their sin

nor did them slay;

Nor stirred up all His wrath

but oft

His an­ger turned away.

For that they were but fad­ing flesh

To mind He did re­call;

A wind that pass­eth soon away

And ne’er re­turns at all.

How oft­en in the wil­der­ness

Did they pro­voke His wrath!

How oft­en grieved Him

as they marched

Along their de­sert path!

Yea

turn­ing back

they tempt the Lord

And bold­ly li­mits place

About the high and ho­ly One—

The God of Is­ra­el’s race.

And they re­mem­bered not His hand

Nor yet the not­ed day

When He re­deemed them from the foe

Who sought them for his prey.

Nor how great signs in Egypt land

He op­en­ly had wrought;

What mi­ra­cles in Zo­an’s field

His hand to pass had brought.

How He their riv­ers and their lakes

Turned ev­ery­where to blood;

That nei­ther man nor beast could drink

Of stand­ing lake or flood.

Devouring flies

of di­vers sorts

The Lord among them brought;

And swarms of frogs o’er all the land

Which great de­struct­ion wrought.

He to the ca­ter­pil­lar gave

The fruits of all their soil;

He gave the la­bors of their hands

To be the lo­cust’s spoil.

Their vines with hail

their sy­ca­mores

He with the frost did blast:

Their beasts to hail He gave; their flocks

Hot thun­der­bolts did waste.

He cast up­on them an­ger fierce;

To burn­ing wrath gave vent;

In in­dig­na­tion trou­bled them

By ev­il an­gels sent.

He did not spare their soul from death

But for His wrath made way;

And to the fear­ful pes­ti­lence

He gave their life a prey.

And ov­er Egypt’s land He smote

Their first born

and their pride

Till ev­ery­where in tents of Ham

Their chief of strength had died.

But forth from these like sheep He brought

His own

His chos­en band

And led His peo­ple like a flock

Across the de­sert land.

And on their jour­ney He them led

Secure from ev­ery fear

But by the sea’s o’er­whelm­ing waves

Their ene­mies co­vered were.

To bor­ders of His ho­ly place

The Lord His peo­ple brought

Ev’n to the mount­ain which for them

His own right hand had bought.

The na­tions which in Ca­naan dwelt

He also by His hand

Before His peo­ple’s face

ex­pelled

Beyond their na­tive land;

Which for in­her­it­ance to them

By line He did di­vide

And made the tribes of Is­ra­el

Within their tents abide.

But God most high they did pro­voke

They tempt­ed Him again;

His tes­ti­mo­nies to ob­serve

Their will did not in­cline.

But

like their fa­thers

they turned back

In faith­less­ness and pride

And like a false

de­ceit­ful bow

They all were turned aside.

Because to an­ger they pro­voked

The Lord with plac­es high

And with their grav­en im­ag­es

Moved Him to jea­lou­sy.

When God heard this

He ang­ry was

And much loathed Is­ra­el then:

So Shi­loh’s tent He left

the tent

Which He had placed with men.

And He His strength de­liv­ered o’er

To long cap­tiv­ity;

He left His glo­ry in the hand

Of His proud ene­my.

His peo­ple al­so to the sword

In an­ger o’er He turned:

Against His own in­her­it­ance

His wrath so fierce­ly burned.

The fire con­sumed their choice young men;

Their maids no mar­riage had;

And when their priests fell by the sword

Their wives no mourn­ing made.

But then the Lord arose

as one

That doth from sleep awake;

And like a gi­ant that

by wine

Refreshed

a shout doth make.

And on the backs of flee­ing foes

He caused His strokes to fall

And to re­proach per­pe­tu­al

He put His ene­mies all.

Moreover

Jo­seph’s tent He spurned

Nor Eph­ra­im’s tribe ap­proved;

But Ju­dah’s tent Je­ho­vah chose

The Zi­on Mount he loved.

And like the firm and lof­ty hills

He built His ho­ly place;

Yea

strong as earth’s foun­da­tion fast

He gave it change­less base.

Of Da­vid as His serv­ant then

His sov­er­eign choice did make

And him

from out the folds of sheep

The Lord was pleased to take.

From wait­ing on the suck­ling ewes

He brought him forth to feed

His Is­ra­el

His in­her­it­ance

His peo­ple

Ja­cob’s seed.

So with in­te­gri­ty of heart

He did them wise­ly feed;

And with His skill­ful­ness of hands

He did them safe­ly lead.

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