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Psalm 79 Deus, venerunt
The land of long by thee possessed,
The heathen, Lord, have now oppressed:
Thy temple holily maintained
Till now, is now prophanely stained.
Jerusalem quite spoil'd and burned,
Hath suffred sack
And utter wrack,
To stony heapes her buildings turned.
The heathen, Lord, have now oppressed:
Thy temple holily maintained
Till now, is now prophanely stained.
Jerusalem quite spoil'd and burned,
Hath suffred sack
And utter wrack,
To stony heapes her buildings turned.
The livelesse carcasses of those,
That liv'd thy servants, serve the crowes:
The flock soe derely lov'd of thee
To ravening beastes dere foode they be;
Their bloud doth streame in every streete
As water spilled:
Their bodies killed
With sepulture can no where meete.
That liv'd thy servants, serve the crowes:
The flock soe derely lov'd of thee
To ravening beastes dere foode they be;
Their bloud doth streame in every streete
As water spilled:
Their bodies killed
With sepulture can no where meete.
To them that hold the neighbour places
We are but objects of disgraces:
On ev'ry coast who dwell about us,
In ev'ry kind deride and flout us.
Ah, Lord! when shall thy wrath be ended?
Shall still thine yre,
As quenchless fire,
In deadly ardor be extended?
We are but objects of disgraces:
On ev'ry coast who dwell about us,
In ev'ry kind deride and flout us.
Ah, Lord! when shall thy wrath be ended?
Shall still thine yre,
As quenchless fire,
In deadly ardor be extended?
O kindle there thy furies flame,
Where lives no notice of thy name:
There lett thy heavie anger fall,
Where no devotions on thee call.
For thence, they be who Jacob eate,
Who thus have rased,
Have thus defaced,
Thus desert laid his ancient seate.
Where lives no notice of thy name:
There lett thy heavie anger fall,
Where no devotions on thee call.
For thence, they be who Jacob eate,
Who thus have rased,
Have thus defaced,
Thus desert laid his ancient seate.
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Lord ridd us from our sinnfull cumbers,
Count not of them the passed numbers:
But lett thy pitty soone prevent us,
For hard extreames have nerely spent us.
Free us, O God, our freedome giver;
Our misery
With help supply:
And for thy glory us deliver.
Count not of them the passed numbers:
But lett thy pitty soone prevent us,
For hard extreames have nerely spent us.
Free us, O God, our freedome giver;
Our misery
With help supply:
And for thy glory us deliver.
Deliver us, and for thy name
With mercy cloth our sinnfull shame;
Ah! why should this their byword be,
Where is your God? where now is he?
Make them, and us on them behold,
That not despised,
But deerly prised,
Thy wreakfull hand our bloud doth hold.
With mercy cloth our sinnfull shame;
Ah! why should this their byword be,
Where is your God? where now is he?
Make them, and us on them behold,
That not despised,
But deerly prised,
Thy wreakfull hand our bloud doth hold.
Where grace, and glory thee enthroneth,
Admitt the grones the prisoner groneth:
The poore condem'd, for death reserved,
Let be by thee in life preserved.
And for our neighbours, Lord, remember
Th'opprobrious shame
They lent thy name
With seav'n-fold gaine to them thou render.
Admitt the grones the prisoner groneth:
The poore condem'd, for death reserved,
Let be by thee in life preserved.
And for our neighbours, Lord, remember
Th'opprobrious shame
They lent thy name
With seav'n-fold gaine to them thou render.
Soe we thy servantes, we thy sheep,
Whom thy lookes guide, thy pastures keepe:
Till death define our lyving daies,
Will never cease to sound thy praise.
Nay, when we leave to see the sunn,
The after goers
We will make knowers
From age to age what thou hast done.
Whom thy lookes guide, thy pastures keepe:
Till death define our lyving daies,
Will never cease to sound thy praise.
Nay, when we leave to see the sunn,
The after goers
We will make knowers
From age to age what thou hast done.
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