The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter To be Sung after the Old Tunes used in the Churches [by Henry King] |
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Psal. CXXIV.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. CXXIV.
Now
Israel
This truth may gladly tell:
But that the Lord
Did help to us afford;
If He our side
With strength had not supply'd,
When banding foes
Against our safety rose,
Their kindled ire
Had swallow'd us like fire.
This truth may gladly tell:
But that the Lord
Did help to us afford;
If He our side
With strength had not supply'd,
When banding foes
Against our safety rose,
Their kindled ire
Had swallow'd us like fire.
The angry flood
Had then above us stood,
Who by the streame
Quite overwhelm'd had been;
And swelling waves
Become our timeless graves:
Whil'st ore our soule
The billowes proudly rowle.
Blest be His aid,
Who us their prey not made.
Had then above us stood,
Who by the streame
Quite overwhelm'd had been;
And swelling waves
Become our timeless graves:
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The billowes proudly rowle.
Blest be His aid,
Who us their prey not made.
Our resku'd soules,
Like late-entangled fowles,
Escaped are
Out of the deadly snare:
Broke is the net,
And we at freedom set.
In His great Name,
Who Heav'n and earth did frame,
Our ruin stay'd,
And help on Him is lay'd.
Like late-entangled fowles,
Escaped are
Out of the deadly snare:
Broke is the net,
And we at freedom set.
In His great Name,
Who Heav'n and earth did frame,
Our ruin stay'd,
And help on Him is lay'd.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |