The Psalmes of David Translated Into Lyrick-Verse according to the scope, of the Original. And Illustrated, with a Short Argument, and a breife Prayer, or Meditation; before, & after, every Psalme. By George Wither |
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Psa. 113.
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Halelujah. It magnifieth God for his great love to mankinde both in generall, & perticuler. But, cheefly for extending his Church so vniversally; for raising us from the dunghills of corrupted Nature, to the thrones of Grace; & for taking away our spiritual sterrillity, &c. The vse appears,
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Yee servants of the Lord,With praise, Gods Name, adore;
The Name of God the Lord,
Blesse, now & evermore.
Oh sing his praise!
Through ev'ry place, which in his race.
The Sunn, survaies,
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All nations, fear his powres,His glory mounts the sky.
There is no God like ours:
No other Lord, so high.
Yet, he doth bowe,
All things to see, that in heavn be:
Or Earth belowe.
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The pore, from ground he fetts,From dyrt, the meek, he brings;
And, them with kings he setts,
Ev'n with his peoples kings.
And, her that had
A barren wombe; he, made become
A mother glad.
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