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] |
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||
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Now
Israel may truly say,
In honour of this day;
Had not the Lord our quarrell took,
All help had us forsook.
In honour of this day;
Had not the Lord our quarrell took,
All help had us forsook.
Yea had not God our battailes fought,
When men our ruin sought;
And when our close conspiring foes
Against our safety rose;
When men our ruin sought;
And when our close conspiring foes
Against our safety rose;
The wrath, which in their breasts did strive,
Had buried us alive;
Consuming both our Place and Name
In their revenges flame.
Had buried us alive;
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In their revenges flame.
Our Life, and what we most esteem,
Had perisht in this stream;
And in the furious billowes womb,
Beheld our glories tomb.
Had perisht in this stream;
And in the furious billowes womb,
Beheld our glories tomb.
But let our God be alwayes prais'd,
Who thus from death us rais'd:
Nor made us subject to their pow'r,
Who sought us to devour.
Who thus from death us rais'd:
Nor made us subject to their pow'r,
Who sought us to devour.
From danger resku'd is our soule,
Like some net scaping fowle:
So broken is the bloody snare,
And we deliver'd are.
Like some net scaping fowle:
So broken is the bloody snare,
And we deliver'd are.
Our present help, and hopes of aid
In God alone are lay'd;
'Tis He, who made both Heav'n and earth,
That gave our comforts birth.
In God alone are lay'd;
'Tis He, who made both Heav'n and earth,
That gave our comforts birth.
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||