The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

Thou O my Soule to Him hast said,
Thou ar't my Lord and only aid.
To Thee my goodnes not extends,
No merit nor perfection lends.
But my delight on Saints is plac'd,
By most excelling vertues grac'd.

Their sorrowes shall be multiply'd,
Who have on other Gods rely'd:
To These I no burnt offering,
Nor bloody sacrifice will bring;
Of them I neither mention make,
Nor in my lips their Names will take.
Thou only, Who my portion ar't,
Shalt have the duties of my heart.

God fills my Cup, and doth advance
The lot of mine inheritance:
My lines in pleasant places lay'd
A wealthy heritage have made.
Thee therefore will I ever bless,
Who gav'st me counsell in distress,
And by Thy warnings do'st invite
My reines to serve Thee in the night.

I set the Lord before mine ey,
And hold Him in my memory;
Whil'st He assists at my right hand,
I stedfast and unmoved stand.

This glads my heart, my Glory shall
Rejoyce, how low so ere I fall:
And in the grave my flesh shall rest,
With hope to Rise againe possest.

Thou wilt not leave my Soul in Hell
Eternally condemn'd to dwell;
Nor sufferest Thy Holy one
In death to see corruption.
Thou wilt the path of Life declare,
At whose Right Hand and Presence are
Such pleasures which no time shall end,
And joyes no thought can comprehend.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. XVI.