A paraphrase vpon the divine poems By George Sandys |
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A paraphrase vpon the divine poems | ||
Psalme CXXXII.
[Remember David, Lord; remember Thou]
Remember David, Lord; remember ThouHis Troubles; thy Redemptions; and the Vow
He to the mighty God of Jacob made;
Bound by an Oath; and in these words convay'd:
No Roofe shall cover me, nor sweet repose
Refresh my Limbs, or sleepe my eye-lids close,
Till I have found a place for his Abode;
Even for the Temple of the living God.
The Arke, we heard, in Ephrata long stood;
And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood.
We will into thy Tabernacle goe,
And there our selves before thy Foot-stoole throw.
Ascend to thy eternall Rest at length;
Thou, and the Arke of thy admired strength.
O let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctitie,
And all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy:
For Davids sake receive into thy Grace:
From thy Anointed never turne thy Face.
For thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget;
Thy Son shall long possesse thy royall Seat:
And if thy Children my commands observe,
Nor from the rules of my prescription swerve;
Their Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway,
Even while the Sun illuminates the Day.
For Sion I have chosen; Sion great
In my affections, my eternall Seat.
I will abundantly increase her store;
And with the flower of Wheat susteine her poore:
Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring;
Her joyfull Saints in sacred measures sing.
There shall the Horne of David freshly sprout;
Their lamp of glory never shall burne out:
His Diadem shall flourish on his head:
But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread.
A paraphrase vpon the divine poems | ||