{"collection":"Judaism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/jud/spb/spb20.htm","path":"jud/spb/spb20.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/jud/spb/spb20.htm","text":"The Standard Prayer Book, tr. by Simeon Singer, [1915]\nThe Ark is opened and the following Hymn is chanted in alternate verses by the Reader and Congregation.\nI will chant sweet hymns and compose songs; for my soul panteth after thee.\nMy soul hath longed to be beneath the shadow of thy hand, to know all thy secret mysteries.\nEven whilst I speak of thy glory, my heart yearneth for thy love.\nTherefore will I speak glorious things of thee, and will honor thy name with songs of love.\nI will declare thy glory, though I have not seen thee; under images will I describe thee, though I have not known thee.\nBy the hand of thy prophets, in the mystic utterance of thy servants, thou hast imaged forth the grandeur and the glory of thy majesty.\nThy greatness and thy might they described in accordance with the power made manifest in thy acts.\nIn images they told of thee, but not according to thine essence; they but likened thee in accordance with thy works.\nThey figured thee in a multitude of visions; behold thou art One under all images.\nThey saw in thee both age and youth, * the hair of thy head now grey as in old age, now black as in youth.\nAge in the day of judgment, and youth in the day of battle; as a man of war he striveth with his hands:\nHe hath bound a helmet of victory upon his head; his right hand, and his holy arm, hath wrought victory for him:\nWith dew of light his head is filled, and his locks with drops of the night.\nHe shall be glorified by me for he delighteth in me; yea, he shall be to me a crown of beauty.\nHis head is like fine, pure gold; upon his forehead is impressed the glory of his holy name.\nFor grace and glory, beauty and splendor his people hath encircled him with a crown.\nThe plaited hair of his head seemed as in the days of youth, his black locks were flowing in curls.\nThe abode of righteousness\u2014his glorious beauty\u2014may he prefer it above his chiefest joy.\nMay his treasured people be a crown in his hand, a royal diadem of glorious beauty.\nThey were borne by him, he carried them; with a crown he adorned them; for that they were precious in his sight he honored them.\nHis glory resteth upon me, and mine upon him; and he is nigh unto me, when I cry unto him.\nHe is bright and ruddy in red apparel, when he cometh front treading the winepress in Edom. \u2020\nThe symbol of his all-embracing providence he showed to the meek Moses, when the similitude of the Lord was before his eyes.\nTaking pleasure in his people, he will glorify the meek; that, dwelling amid praises, he may be glorified by them.\nThe sum of thy word is truth; O thou, who hast called every generation from the beginning, seek the people that seeketh thee.\nAccept, I beseech thee, the multitude of my songs, and let my joyous cry come near unto thee.\nLet my praise be a crown unto thy head, and my prayer be set forth before thee as incense.\nLet the song of the poor be precious in thy sight as the song that was sung at thy offerings.\nMay my blessing rise to the bountiful God, who createth and produceth, who is just and mighty.\nAnd when I bless thee, incline thine head unto me, and take what I offer as though it were the choicest spices.\nMay my meditation be pleasant unto thee, for my soul panteth after thee.\nPsalm xcii.\nA Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath Day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High: to declare thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night, with an instrument of ten strings and with a harp, with thoughtful music upon the lyre. For thou, O Lord, hast made me rejoice through thy work: I will exult in the works of thy hands. How great are thy works, O Lord: the thoughts are very deep. A brutish man knoweth it not, neither doth a fool understand this: when the wicked sprang up as the grass, and all the workers of iniquity flourished, it was that they might be destroyed for ever. But thou, O Lord, art on high for evermore. For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered. But my horn hast thou exalted, like that of the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil. Mine eye also hath seen my desire on mine enemies; mine ears have heard my desire of them that rose up against me, doers of evil. The righteous shall spring up like a palm-tree; he shall grow tall like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they shall blossom in the courts of our God. They shall still shoot forth in old age; they shall be full of sap and green: to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.\nThe Mourner's Kaddish. p. 242.\n246:* In regard to these and the following expressions, compare Daniel vii. 9; Exod. xv. 3; Song of Solomon v. 2, 14; Isaiah lix. 17; Psalm xcviii. 1.\n247:\u2020 Compare Isaiah lxiii. 1, 2.","title":"The Standard Prayer Book: Hymn of Glory","type":"page"}