PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CXLVI.
By A. M. A. Cornell
VERSE 1, 2. My soul, O praise the Lord
And trust his faithful word.
While life shall last I'll sing,
The praise of God my King. VERSE 3. In princes put no trust :
They are but mortal dust.
There is no help in man,
Whose life is but a span ; VERSE 4. For lo, his breath goes forth
And he returns to earth,
And in that self-same day
His very thoughts decay. VERSE 5. How happy then are they
Who make the Lord their stay ;
Who hope in Israel's God,
And bow beneath his rod. VERSE 6. He earth's foundations laid,
And the bright heavens made ;
The sacred truth he keeps—
He slumbers not nor sleeps. VERSE 7. Judgeth for the oppressed
Who sigh in bonds distressed,
Giveth the hungry food,
And is the prisoner's God. VERSE 8. The blind he giveth sight,
To hail the radiant light,
The bowed down he'll raise :
He loves the righteous' ways. VERSE 9. Defends the orphan's right,
Repays the widow's mite,
The wicked shall be brought,
In all their ways, to naught. VERSE 10. The Lord our God shall reign,
And banish grief and pain.
O Zion hear this word,
And magnify the Lord.
Battle Creek, Mich. A. M. A. CORNELL.