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

O Lord, I Thee will magnifie;
For Thou hast lifted me on high:
Nor madest me a scorne to those,
Who were my lifes professed foes.
O Lord my God, I cry'd to Thee,
Who hast in mercy healed me.
My Soule Thou broughtest from the grave
And from the pit of Hell didst save.

O all ye Saints your voyces raise
To sing your Makers endlesse praise:
Remember still with thankes to blesse,
And magnifie His Holinesse.
For but a Moment lasts His wrath,
His favour life restored hath.
Our weeping may endure a night,
But joy comes with the morning light.

In my prosperity I said,
My bases are for ever lay'd:
I shall not from my place remove,
But stand supported by Thy love.

No change of times, or fortunes hate
Can overthrow my happy state:
For thou my Mountaine mad'st so strong,
I shall on earth continue long.

Yet whilst exalted in my thought,
I was to suddaine trouble brought:
And soon as Thou didst hide Thy face,
My comforts vanish'd hence apace.
Then unto Thee, O Lord, did I
With humble supplication cry.
I did to God my plaint addresse,
Thus powring forth my heavinesse.

O Thou most Glorious, most Good,
What profit is there in my blood?
What triumph canst Thou gaine by it,
When I goe downe into the pit?
Shall silent dust, or darknesse have
A tongue to praise Thee in the grave?
Or those, in earth who closed are,
From their low Cells Thy truth declare?

O Lord Thine eare of mercy lend,
And from Thy dwelling succour send.
For Thou the cause, for which I mourn'd,
Hast into Songs and Dances turn'd.
My Sack-cloath Thou didst off me take,
And cheerfull robes of gladnesse make:

That I Thy praises might renew;
To whom incessant thankes are due.

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Psal. XXX.