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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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The wicked man's transgressions now,
To such a height arise;
I needs must think there is no fear
Of God before his eyes.

For still he flattereth himself,
Till odious he be grown:
And all his foul and filthy life,
To God and man is known.

His whole discourse is nothing else,
But malice, fraud, and lyes:
As if he quite had taken leave,
Of being good or wise.

Mischief by night upon his bed,
His only study is:
He sets himself in wicked ways;
No evil comes amiss.

But high as heaven it self, O Lord,
Thy truth and mercy be:
Firm as the hills thy judgments all,
And deeper than the sea.

Thou dost preserve both man and beast;
How precious is thy love,
That underneath thy wings to trust,
The sons of men doth move!

They in thy house shall feasted be,
And drink the pleasant streams,

That flow from thee: and of thy face,
Behold the lightsome beams.

To them that know thee, cease not, Lord,
Thy kindness to impart:
But shew thy bounty evermore,
To men of upright heart.

Let not the proud against me come,
But stay the wicked's hand:
See, where they are all fallen down,
And never more shall stand.