A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm CXL.
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Psalm CXL.
From th' evil Man, O save me, Lord,
The Man of Violence,
Who in his Heart do's Mischiefs hoard,
And still new War commence.
Sharp as a Serpent's piercing Sting,
Their Tongues their Neighbours wound;
Abroad they Adder's Poison fling,
With which their Lips abound.
The Man of Violence,
Who in his Heart do's Mischiefs hoard,
And still new War commence.
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Their Tongues their Neighbours wound;
Abroad they Adder's Poison fling,
With which their Lips abound.
Protection from the Wicked grant,
And cruel, who combine,
And aim my Goings to supplant,
Lord, frustrate their Design.
The Proud a Snare for me have set
With mischievous Intent,
And secretly have spread a Net
In Ways, which I frequent.
And cruel, who combine,
And aim my Goings to supplant,
Lord, frustrate their Design.
The Proud a Snare for me have set
With mischievous Intent,
And secretly have spread a Net
In Ways, which I frequent.
Thou art my God, I said, O Lord,
The God I love and fear,
Attention to my Voice afford,
My Supplications hear.
Thou Strength of my Salvation, Thou
O God, the Lord of Might;
Hast sav'd my threaten'd Head till now,
And cover'd it in Fight,
The God I love and fear,
Attention to my Voice afford,
My Supplications hear.
Thou Strength of my Salvation, Thou
O God, the Lord of Might;
Hast sav'd my threaten'd Head till now,
And cover'd it in Fight,
Part II.
Th' Oppressours Will, Lord, do not grant,
Nor his Devices bless,
Lest he of Strength superiour vaunt,
Exalted by Success.
As for the Foes, who still surround,
And almost me devour'd,
Let, in their Lips, the Mischief found,
On their own Heads be pour'd.
Nor his Devices bless,
Lest he of Strength superiour vaunt,
Exalted by Success.
As for the Foes, who still surround,
And almost me devour'd,
Let, in their Lips, the Mischief found,
On their own Heads be pour'd.
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Let Wrath Divine, like Coals of Fire,
These harden'd Sinners burn;
Let them in Pits sunk deep expire,
And never thence return.
Let not the vile ill-speaking Race
At settled Peace arrive:
Evil the Violent shall chase,
And to Destruction drive.
These harden'd Sinners burn;
Let them in Pits sunk deep expire,
And never thence return.
Let not the vile ill-speaking Race
At settled Peace arrive:
Evil the Violent shall chase,
And to Destruction drive.
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