 | Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour |  |
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Psalm 90.
[In pilgrim life, our rest; in thrald estate, our stay]
In pilgrim life, our rest; in thrald estate, our stay;
From age to age thou Lord hast been, and savĕd us from decay.
Thy self, ere birth to hils, to earth ere form didst give,
Ere world hadst framĕd; from ay to ay alglorious God doost live.
But man thy creature fallĕn, thy iustice dooth pursue
“To dust: and saith, Ye Adams sons, return whence first ye grew.
WHEN thousand years we livĕd, those thousand in thy sight
Not more appeard then one day past, then watch in shortest night.
Yet soon encreasing sin those years much shorter makes;
While vengeance due defiled world to drouning flud betakes.
Since when, our dreamlike life, as weakest herb, soon dys;
Which morn makes flour, hote noon bids fade, sad eevĕn mowes doun and drys.
From age to age thou Lord hast been, and savĕd us from decay.
Thy self, ere birth to hils, to earth ere form didst give,
Ere world hadst framĕd; from ay to ay alglorious God doost live.
But man thy creature fallĕn, thy iustice dooth pursue
“To dust: and saith, Ye Adams sons, return whence first ye grew.
WHEN thousand years we livĕd, those thousand in thy sight
Not more appeard then one day past, then watch in shortest night.
Yet soon encreasing sin those years much shorter makes;
While vengeance due defiled world to drouning flud betakes.
Since when, our dreamlike life, as weakest herb, soon dys;
Which morn makes flour, hote noon bids fade, sad eevĕn mowes doun and drys.
AH men ublest! thy wrath our weariĕd life consumes:
Thy terrours great our soules affright: so sore thyn anger fumes.
Our sins, our foul revolts, before thy face hast set:
And secretst falts to cleerest light of eys displeazĕd are fet.
What have our toils atchieu'd? through anger thyn, our day
Black night devours: our fruitles years as thought fly vain away.
MANS shortned life, as now, sole sevĕnti years dooth bide:
Great strength to fourescore may attain. Of these evĕn flour, and pride,
What is't but toil, and grief; but vain pursuits, and sin?
Which spent, we hence to dusti home away to post begin.
Thy terrours great our soules affright: so sore thyn anger fumes.
Our sins, our foul revolts, before thy face hast set:
And secretst falts to cleerest light of eys displeazĕd are fet.
What have our toils atchieu'd? through anger thyn, our day
Black night devours: our fruitles years as thought fly vain away.
MANS shortned life, as now, sole sevĕnti years dooth bide:
Great strength to fourescore may attain. Of these evĕn flour, and pride,
What is't but toil, and grief; but vain pursuits, and sin?
Which spent, we hence to dusti home away to post begin.
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Oh who dooth duely waigh the powĕr of heavĕnli ire?
As terrors thyn, so is thy wrath; ô thow consuming fire!
Then teach us so our days, our wasting years to count;
That wisdom true our thoughts towărd thee our endles end may mount.
Return, ô Lord: (how long?) at length appeazd, forgive
Thy folk: let favour shour in time, that dying harts may live.
AND comfort, cheer us, Lord: as chastiz'd long by thee
Much evĭl our woful eys have seen; like ioy so cauze us see.
This ioy with life shal last. Then let thy woork growe cleer
Towărd servants thyn: on children their thy glori make appear.
And let Gods pleazed face us with his beauties bless:
And form our woorks; ô thow, our woorks to happiĕst end address.
As terrors thyn, so is thy wrath; ô thow consuming fire!
Then teach us so our days, our wasting years to count;
That wisdom true our thoughts towărd thee our endles end may mount.
Return, ô Lord: (how long?) at length appeazd, forgive
Thy folk: let favour shour in time, that dying harts may live.
AND comfort, cheer us, Lord: as chastiz'd long by thee
Much evĭl our woful eys have seen; like ioy so cauze us see.
This ioy with life shal last. Then let thy woork growe cleer
Towărd servants thyn: on children their thy glori make appear.
And let Gods pleazed face us with his beauties bless:
And form our woorks; ô thow, our woorks to happiĕst end address.
| Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour | |