A paraphrase upon the psalms of David By Sam. Woodford |
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A paraphrase upon the psalms of David | ||
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Psalm XIII. Usque quo Domine, &c.
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How long, my God, wilt Thou thus hide Thy face,And thus withdraw the presence of Thy grace?
How long shall I forgotten be,
As if indeed it were in vain
Of all my mis'ries to complain,
And I might sooner move the rocks, than Thee?
I look, and sigh, and wait, O, come away,
Why should my En'my triumph, when Thou dost but stay?
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Arise, O God, and with Thee bring fresh aid,Thy very sight will make my Foes afraid!
By it o'recome, they'll fall asleep,
Too weak to bear Thy glorious sight,
Will here begin their endless night,
Whil'st Thou my eyes shalt ever waking keep;
Let them not on Thy servants ruine stand,
Least what Thine only did, they challenge to their hand!
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Thou art my confidence, in Thee I trust,And, though I am afflicted, God is just:
I in His mercy shall rejoice,
In that Salvation He has brought,
In that deliverance He has wrought,
Something my heart shall do, something my voice:
Both heart, and voice in songs of praise shall move,
And since I am Thy Care, Lord, Thou shalt be my Love!
A paraphrase upon the psalms of David | ||