The voice of Jehovah maketh the hinds to calve,\par\tab And strippeth the forests bare:\par\tab And in his temple everything saith, Glory.
We have thought on thy lovingkindness, O God,\par\tab In the midst of thy temple.
Jehovah, I love the habitation of thy house,\par\tab And the place where thy glory dwelleth.
For wickedness burneth as the fire; it devoureth the briers and thorns; yea, it kindleth in the thickets of the forest, and they roll upward in a column of smoke.
So have I looked upon thee in the sanctuary,\par\tab To see thy power and thy glory.