The Psalmes Of David In Meeter Newly translated, and diligently compared with the Originall Text, and former Translations: More plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the Text, then any heretofore. Allowed by the Authority of the Generall Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in Congregations and Families [by Francis Rous] |
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Another of the same.
[Lord, hear my pray'r, & let my cry]
Lord, hear my pray'r, & let my cry
Have speedie accesse unto thee.
In day of my calamity
O hide not thou thy face from me:
Hear when I call to thee, that day
An answer speedily return:
My dayes like smoke consume away,
And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.
Have speedie accesse unto thee.
In day of my calamity
O hide not thou thy face from me:
Hear when I call to thee, that day
An answer speedily return:
My dayes like smoke consume away,
And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.
My heart is wounded very sore,
And withered, like to grasse, doth fade
I am forgetfull grown therefore
To take and eat my daily bread.
By reason of my smart within,
And voice of my most grievous groans
My flesh consumed is, my skin,
Al parcht, doth cleave unto my bones.
And withered, like to grasse, doth fade
I am forgetfull grown therefore
To take and eat my daily bread.
By reason of my smart within,
And voice of my most grievous groans
My flesh consumed is, my skin,
Al parcht, doth cleave unto my bones.
The Pelican of wildernesse,
The Owl in deserts I do match,
And Sparrow-like companionlesse,
Upon the houses top I watch.
I all day long am made a scorn,
Reproach'd by my malicious foes:
The mad men are against me sworn,
The men against me that arose.
The Owl in deserts I do match,
And Sparrow-like companionlesse,
Upon the houses top I watch.
I all day long am made a scorn,
Reproach'd by my malicious foes:
The mad men are against me sworn,
The men against me that arose.
For I have ashes eaten up,
To me as if they had been bread;
And with my drink I in my cup
Of bitter tears a mixture made.
Because thy wrath was not appeas'd
And dreadful indignation,
Therefore it was that thou me rais'd,
And thou again didst cast me down.
To me as if they had been bread;
And with my drink I in my cup
Of bitter tears a mixture made.
Because thy wrath was not appeas'd
And dreadful indignation,
Therefore it was that thou me rais'd,
And thou again didst cast me down.
My dayes are like a shade alway,
Which doth declining swiftly passe:
And I am withered away
Much like unto the fading grasse.
But thou, O Lord, shalt stil endure
From change and all mutation free,
And, to all generations, sure
Shal thy remembrance ever be.
Which doth declining swiftly passe:
And I am withered away
Much like unto the fading grasse.
But thou, O Lord, shalt stil endure
From change and all mutation free,
And, to all generations, sure
Shal thy remembrance ever be.
Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
Thou to mount Zion shalt extend:
Her time for favour which was set,
Behold, is now come to an end.
Thy saints take pleasure in her stons
Her very dust to them is dear.
Al heathen lands & kingly thrones
On earth, thy glorious Name shal fear.
Thou to mount Zion shalt extend:
Her time for favour which was set,
Behold, is now come to an end.
Thy saints take pleasure in her stons
Her very dust to them is dear.
Al heathen lands & kingly thrones
On earth, thy glorious Name shal fear.
God in his glory shal appear,
When Zion he builds and repairs.
He shal regard and lend his ear
Unto the needies humble pray'rs.
Th'afflicteds pray'r he wil not scorn:
All times this shal be in record,
And generations yet unborn
Shal praise and magnifie the Lord.
When Zion he builds and repairs.
He shal regard and lend his ear
Unto the needies humble pray'rs.
Th'afflicteds pray'r he wil not scorn:
All times this shal be in record,
And generations yet unborn
Shal praise and magnifie the Lord.
He frō his holy place look'd down
The earth he view'd frō heav'n on hie
To hear the prisoners mourning groan,
And free them that are dam'd to die;
That Zion, and Jerusalem too
His Name and praise may wel record,
When people and the Kingdoms do
Assemble all to praise the Lord.
The earth he view'd frō heav'n on hie
To hear the prisoners mourning groan,
And free them that are dam'd to die;
That Zion, and Jerusalem too
His Name and praise may wel record,
When people and the Kingdoms do
Assemble all to praise the Lord.
My strength he weakned in the way
My dayes of life he shortened.
My God, O take me not away
In mid-time of my dayes, I said;
Thy years throughout all ages last.
Of old thou hast established
The earths foundation firm and fast:
Thy mighty hands the heav'ns have made
My dayes of life he shortened.
My God, O take me not away
In mid-time of my dayes, I said;
Thy years throughout all ages last.
Of old thou hast established
The earths foundation firm and fast:
Thy mighty hands the heav'ns have made
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