A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Another Metre. As the Lth.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
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Another Metre. As the Lth.
God searches me;
He sees my Sitting down
And Rising, he
My Thoughts far off has known.
Thou sift'st me, Lord,
And do'st observe my Way;
Thou ev'ry Word
Ee'r utter'd do'st survey.
He sees my Sitting down
And Rising, he
My Thoughts far off has known.
Thou sift'st me, Lord,
And do'st observe my Way;
Thou ev'ry Word
Ee'r utter'd do'st survey.
Thou hast beset
And on me laid thy Hand;
Knowledge so great
And high I can't command.
To 'scape thy Face,
Lord, whither shall I run,
Or in what Place
Can I thy Presence shun?
And on me laid thy Hand;
Knowledge so great
And high I can't command.
To 'scape thy Face,
Lord, whither shall I run,
Or in what Place
Can I thy Presence shun?
If Heav'n on high
I climb'd, Thou there art found;
And if I lie
In Hell, thou'lt me surround.
Could I pretend
To fly like Morning Light,
To the World's End,
For Shelter from thy Sight;
I climb'd, Thou there art found;
And if I lie
In Hell, thou'lt me surround.
Could I pretend
To fly like Morning Light,
To the World's End,
For Shelter from thy Sight;
Me in that Land
Thy Hand would lead and bear,
And thy right Hand
Would, Lord, uphold me there.
If I should say
Black Shades will me conceal,
Night will display
Full Noon, and me reveal.
Thy Hand would lead and bear,
And thy right Hand
Would, Lord, uphold me there.
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Black Shades will me conceal,
Night will display
Full Noon, and me reveal.
Part II.
Thanks to the Lord,
My Make do's Wonders show;
Thy Works afford
Astonishment, I know.
Thou did'st remark
My Frame unripe for Birth,
Wrought in the dark,
As in the lowest Earth.
My Make do's Wonders show;
Thy Works afford
Astonishment, I know.
Thou did'st remark
My Frame unripe for Birth,
Wrought in the dark,
As in the lowest Earth.
Thou saw'st me yet
Unfashion'd by thy Plan,
My Limbs compleat,
'Eer yet the Work began:
How precious be,
O God, thy Counsels wise,
And Thoughts to me?
To what a Sum they rise?
Unfashion'd by thy Plan,
My Limbs compleat,
'Eer yet the Work began:
How precious be,
O God, thy Counsels wise,
And Thoughts to me?
To what a Sum they rise?
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Which should I take,
They far surpass the Sand;
When I awake,
I still before Thee stand.
Thou sure wilt slay
The wicked Man, O God;
Fly then away
From me ye Men of Blood.
They far surpass the Sand;
When I awake,
I still before Thee stand.
Thou sure wilt slay
The wicked Man, O God;
Fly then away
From me ye Men of Blood.
With impious Lies
God's Justice they arraign;
Thy Enemies
Take thy dread Name in vain.
Hate fills my Breast
To them, who Thee despise.
I those detest,
Who, Lord, against Thee rise.
God's Justice they arraign;
Thy Enemies
Take thy dread Name in vain.
Hate fills my Breast
To them, who Thee despise.
I those detest,
Who, Lord, against Thee rise.
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