Calvin Synod Herald, 2000 (101. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
2000-09-01 / 9-10. szám
/ 8 Choir When as King David sore was afflicted By those he trusted basely deserted, In his great anger bitterly grieving. Thus to Jehovah pray’d he within his heart. -Tenor Solo God of my fathers, to bow Thine ear to me, Turn not away the light of Thy countenance, Leave me not lonely in my misery Sore is my heart and sorrow o’er’-whelmeth me. 0 hear the voice of my complaining! Terrors of death are fallen upon me Hide not thyself from my suplication, Hatred and wrath of wicked men opress me. Lecturer Better it were to dwell in the desert, Better to hide me deep in the forest, Than live with wicked liars and traitors Who will not suffer that I should speak the truth. Tenor Solo and Choir They take their evil counsel in secret Fatherless children slay they and muredr, God’s high commandment they have desprised, Swollen with sunstance, drunken with lust and pride. When as King David sore was afflicted By those he trusted basely deserted, In his great anger bitterly grieving. Thus to Jehovah pray’d he within his heart. -Lecturer 1 could have borne no sore an affliction, Were it an enemy that had reproach’d me, But it was thou, my friend whom I trusted Thou art the man whose hand would have struck me down! Tenor Solo and Choir Smite them with destruction, 0 Lord and slay them, And let Thy judgement fall heavy on them, Cut down this people, Lord, in Thine anger, Send out thy truth, let unbelievers perish! Lecturer-Solo, Choir I give Thee honour, Lord, and Worship Thee, Evening and morning and at the noonday. Thou that abidest, Thou art my helper When those that hate Thee sorely do opress me. Lecturer and Orchestra So in Jehovah I will put my trust, God is my stronghold and my comforter; I cast my burden always, always on the Lord, He will not suffer the righteour to be mov’d. Choir Thous art our One God, righteour in judgement, Vengeance is Thine for those that do evil, Thou shall not bless them, trusting in vain things Thou shall take them away as with a whirlwind. As for the righteous, Thou dost preserve - Thou that are mighty scatter’st and destroyest. Lecturer Whom for a space Thy wrath has chastised, And from the fire Thou suddenly tak’st him Once more in honour Thou will raise on high! Raise him on high! Choir These words King David wrote in his Psalter, Fifty and fifth of prayers and of praises, And for the faithful, bitterly grieving As consolation I from it made this song... Written by Mihály Kecskeméti Vég, 1560 Translated by Edward T. Dent Calvin Synod Meeting May 23-26, 2000 • Cleveland, Ohio l “Psalmus Hungaricus” CALVIN SYNOD HERALD
