The heavens are speaking aloud –
The wind, and the sky, and the cloud –
They’re shouting abroad the glory of God,
Proclaiming the works of His hands.
The languages of every land,
Have heard what creation demands;
Day utters words, and night yet concurs,
They shout in a patchwork of praise.
Each telling mankind of God’s ways:
His Majesty, beauty, and grace.
The galaxies hung, or wild-flowers sprung,
Or pitiful newborn’s first cry.
Oh, help me to never despise,
That voice when I hear it arise,
But let it renew my wonder of You,
And make me to join in its shout!
My enemies expect my death, destruction of my name,
Disseminating lies and scheming scandals for my shame.
They’re misers of iniquity and men who hoard their sin,
My faithful friend who ate my food turned foe-man in the end!
O, dearest Lord, but You and You alone deliver me,
Give grace and get me up at once again Your call I’ll seek.
By this I know You heard my hollering for help and aid:
If these malicious men may never marshall troops in might arrayed.
I know that You deserve my praise, since You were pleased with me,
For You positioned me that You might hear my prayers and pleas,
You hallowed me and cleansed me of abhorrent calumny,
The Lord be praised in every age, amen eternally!
Why would I contend with the Lord, the All-Great?
Opposing His providence over the earth?
For it is Your good pleasure, not nebulous fate,
You’re personal, faithful, in all of Your works.
I was not ashamed to announce this the same,
Declaring Your love, and salvation, and truth –
How righteous, how gracious, how worthy Your name!
I glorify You though Your own attributes.
Without Your compassion – how desperate my plight!
My self-fashioned demons would swallow me whole.
I’m drowning, defeated, unable to fight,
I’m desperately pleading: deliver my soul!
Abandon me not! For my courage has failed,
I abandon myself to the cause of Your praise.
Apart from your aid I’d have never prevailed,
This flood of iniquity drown in Your grace!
You’re seated with power, with host to attend,
The might of Your armies no man’s eyes can see:
The myriad warriors deployed to defend,
These angels arrayed and Your bright panoply.
You’re pleased to deliver Your saints from distress,
You love to deploy Your battalions to save.
I pray then You hear me in Your righteousness,
Demolish those men who against You yet rave!
Let the saints of the Lord raise a victory cheer!
Extol all His greatness, and revel in Him.
Let that promise of triumph expel all my fear,
And bolster me now while I struggle with sin.