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The Book of Psalms in English Metre

The Newest Version Fitted to the Common Tunes. By Charles Darby

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Lord let me never be asham'd,
Because I trust in thee,
But in thy truth and righteousness,
O Lord deliver me.

Bow down thine ear and help me soon,
Thou art my strong defence:
My rock, my Fort, in whom I place,
My hope and confidence.

In mercy lead, and guide me Lord,
And pluck me from the net,
And from the snares of wicked men,
Which they for me have set.

Into thy hands, O Lord my strength,
My spirit I commit:
Thou art the true and faithful God,
Who hast redeemed it.

I ever have abhorred those,
That vanities regard:
Let them in their false idols hope,
My trust is in the Lord.

In thee I boast, and will rejoyce,
Who hast consider'd me:
And when mine enemies shut me up,
Thy hand did set me free.

Have mercy Lord now once again,
And send me some relief:
For now my heart is overwhelm'd,
And eyes consum'd with grief.

My life is spent, and all my years,
With bitter sighs and groans:
My grief and anguish for my sins,
Hath dry'd my very bones.

To friends and foes I am a scorn,
But most to neighbours near;
Who, when they see me, turn away,
As if they were in fear.

Like to a dead man out of mind,
I now forgotten lye:
As broken potsheards cast away,
So much despis'd am I.

I hear of all their sland'rous words,
And cruel plottings too:
Who every where against my life,
Take counsel what to do.

But, Lord my God, I trust in thee;
My times are in thy power:
O save me from mine enemies,
And them that would devour.

O smile upon thy servant, Lord,
For thy great mercies sake:
And let me never be asham'd,
When I my prayer make.

Let lying lips ashamed be,
And silent in the dust,
Who proudly and contemptuously,
Abuse the good and just.

For them that fear thy name, O Lord,
What mercies are in store!
What mighty works were done for them,
And wonders heretofore!

Within the secret of thy house,
Thou wilt them safely hide:
And keep them from the threatning words,
Of all the men of pride.

Blest be the Lord, who saved me,
As in a Fortress high:

I said in hast, I am cut off,
But thou didst hear my cry.

O love the lord, all ye his saints,
Who keeps his faithful flock;
And plentifully will repay,
The proud that scorn and mock.

Be strong then, ye that hope in him,
And be no more dismaid:
The mighty God is on your side,
Whose strength can never fade.