A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XVII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
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Psalm XVII.
The Right, Lord Righteous, hear,
And hearken to my Cry,
That issues from a Heart sincere,
And Lips not us'd to lye.
Let Sentence on my Cause,
Lord, be pronounc'd by Thee,
Decide, by just and equal Laws,
Between my Foe and me.
And hearken to my Cry,
That issues from a Heart sincere,
And Lips not us'd to lye.
Let Sentence on my Cause,
Lord, be pronounc'd by Thee,
Decide, by just and equal Laws,
Between my Foe and me.
Lord, Thou my Heart hast try'd,
Prov'd me by Night within,
But find'st no Guile, I fix'd abide
To keep my Mouth from Sin.
For what concerns the Deeds,
And Ways of human Kind;
By Light, that from thy Word proceeds,
I've wicked Paths declin'd.
Prov'd me by Night within,
But find'st no Guile, I fix'd abide
To keep my Mouth from Sin.
For what concerns the Deeds,
And Ways of human Kind;
By Light, that from thy Word proceeds,
I've wicked Paths declin'd.
Uphold my Footsteps, Lord,
Firm in thy Sacred Way,
So shall I guided by thy Word
Not slip, nor go astray.
I still to Thee repair,
For Thou wilt hear my Cry;
Incline thine Ear, and with my Pray'r
O Gracious God comply.
Firm in thy Sacred Way,
So shall I guided by thy Word
Not slip, nor go astray.
I still to Thee repair,
For Thou wilt hear my Cry;
Incline thine Ear, and with my Pray'r
O Gracious God comply.
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Part II.
Guard me, as Thou would'st keep
The Apple of thine Eye,
Beneath thy shadowy Wings I'll creep,
And safe from Danger ly;
From Foes, who me oppress,
Who deadly Malice bear,
And round beset me to distress,
And catch me in their Snare.
The Apple of thine Eye,
Beneath thy shadowy Wings I'll creep,
And safe from Danger ly;
From Foes, who me oppress,
Who deadly Malice bear,
And round beset me to distress,
And catch me in their Snare.
In their own Fat, behold,
They are enclos'd around;
Their Mouths, while they grow proud and bold,
With boastful Speech abound.
They compass me about,
Beset me ev'ry Way,
Couching they wait to spy me out,
And seize me as their Prey.
They are enclos'd around;
Their Mouths, while they grow proud and bold,
With boastful Speech abound.
They compass me about,
Beset me ev'ry Way,
Couching they wait to spy me out,
And seize me as their Prey.
Like as a Lyon strong,
With rav'ning Hunger bit,
Or as it were a Lyon young,
That do's in Secret sit.
Rise, disappoint him, Lord,
And cast him to the Ground;
Nor let the Proud, thy vengeful Sword,
My Soul in Wrath confound.
With rav'ning Hunger bit,
Or as it were a Lyon young,
That do's in Secret sit.
Rise, disappoint him, Lord,
And cast him to the Ground;
Nor let the Proud, thy vengeful Sword,
My Soul in Wrath confound.
These, whom as chast'ning Rods,
Thy Pleasure is to use,
For Pomp and Pow'r rever'd as Gods,
On Earth their Portion chuse.
With Issue they are blest,
With Ease and Plenty cloy'd;
And to their Sons, what they Possest,
They leave to be enjoy'd.
Thy Pleasure is to use,
For Pomp and Pow'r rever'd as Gods,
On Earth their Portion chuse.
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With Ease and Plenty cloy'd;
And to their Sons, what they Possest,
They leave to be enjoy'd.
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