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. CXLVII.
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Psal. CXLVII.
Praise ye the Lord: a pleasant thing
It is, His praise to sing.
God ruin'd Salem doth repaire:
Whose out-casts gather'd are.
It is, His praise to sing.
God ruin'd Salem doth repaire:
Whose out-casts gather'd are.
He heales and binds the broken heart,
Relieves the wounded's smart:
The sparkling Starres He numbers all,
And by their names doth call.
Relieves the wounded's smart:
The sparkling Starres He numbers all,
And by their names doth call.
Great is our Lord, and strong His might,
His Wisdome infinite:
He doth the meek exalt, and crowne;
But cast's the wicked downe.
His Wisdome infinite:
He doth the meek exalt, and crowne;
But cast's the wicked downe.
To God the Lord, so good, so great,
Your thankfull hymnes repeat;
And to the Harpes melodious string
His constant praises sing.
Your thankfull hymnes repeat;
And to the Harpes melodious string
His constant praises sing.
Who heavens face with vapour shrowds,
And covers it with clouds:
Who powres his raine on earth below,
And makes the Mountaines grow.
And covers it with clouds:
Who powres his raine on earth below,
And makes the Mountaines grow.
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He gives his food unto the beast;
And, from their airy nest
When the young ravens to Him cry,
Feeds Them abundantly.
And, from their airy nest
When the young ravens to Him cry,
Feeds Them abundantly.
He not delights in strength of horse,
Nor values humane force:
But those who make His feare their scope,
And in His mercy hope.
Nor values humane force:
But those who make His feare their scope,
And in His mercy hope.
Ierusalem O praise the Lord;
Sion, Thy God record:
Who barres thy gates, to give thee rest,
And hath thy children blest.
Sion, Thy God record:
Who barres thy gates, to give thee rest,
And hath thy children blest.
He maketh in thy borders peace;
Fills thee with cornes increase.
His wing'd commands most swiftly run,
And, soon as said, are done.
Fills thee with cornes increase.
His wing'd commands most swiftly run,
And, soon as said, are done.
He giveth, like the wooll, his snowes,
Hoare frost like ashes strowes:
Casts forth his Ice, like morsells roll'd.
Who can withstand His cold?
Hoare frost like ashes strowes:
Casts forth his Ice, like morsells roll'd.
Who can withstand His cold?
He sendeth out His word, and Law,
Which melts them to a thaw:
He causeth His strong wind to blow,
And makes the waters flow.
Which melts them to a thaw:
He causeth His strong wind to blow,
And makes the waters flow.
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His word He doth to Iacob shew,
Makes him His judgment know.
And to his chosen Israel
He doth His Statutes tell.
Makes him His judgment know.
And to his chosen Israel
He doth His Statutes tell.
He with no Nation so did deale,
Nor thus His Love reveale;
Who nor His judgments knew, nor word:
Therefore, Praise ye the Lord.
Nor thus His Love reveale;
Who nor His judgments knew, nor word:
Therefore, Praise ye the Lord.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |