A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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A New Version of the Psalms of David | ||
Psalm XLV.
My Heart indites a lofty Song,
Th' important Theme regards the King,
Like a swift Writer's Pen, my Tongue
Shall flow inspir'd, and Wonders sing.
Thou do'st in Beauty all excell,
Pour'd on thy Lips sits Grace Divine,
That blest with Empire Thou may'st dwell,
Which coming Times shall not confine.
Th' important Theme regards the King,
Like a swift Writer's Pen, my Tongue
Shall flow inspir'd, and Wonders sing.
Thou do'st in Beauty all excell,
Pour'd on thy Lips sits Grace Divine,
That blest with Empire Thou may'st dwell,
Which coming Times shall not confine.
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Thy dreadful Sword gird on thy Thigh,
Thou mighty One, whom Glories crown,
Thy conqu'ring Sword, thy. Dignity,
Magnificence and bright Renown.
While Thou do'st glorious Aims pursue,
Ride prosp'rous in thy Majesty,
As Thou art righteous, mild and true,
Shall matchless Deeds be done by Thee.
Thou mighty One, whom Glories crown,
Thy conqu'ring Sword, thy. Dignity,
Magnificence and bright Renown.
While Thou do'st glorious Aims pursue,
Ride prosp'rous in thy Majesty,
As Thou art righteous, mild and true,
Shall matchless Deeds be done by Thee.
Their Way thy Arrows swiftly wing,
And deeply wound the Hearts of those,
Who in their Pride withstand the King,
Thus Thou shalt quell the stubborn Foes.
Thy Throne, O God, establish'd stands,
Against all Pow'r and Rage secure;
The Scepter, which thy Hand commands
Is right, and ever shall endure.
And deeply wound the Hearts of those,
Who in their Pride withstand the King,
Thus Thou shalt quell the stubborn Foes.
Thy Throne, O God, establish'd stands,
Against all Pow'r and Rage secure;
The Scepter, which thy Hand commands
Is right, and ever shall endure.
Thou hatest Ill, and art most Just,
Hence God, thy God anointed Thee
With joyful Oyl, for thy great Trust,
High o'er thy Fellows in Degree.
Thy Robes are full of Aloes,
Rich Myrrh and Cassia, fragrant Smells,
Diffus'd from Iv'ry Palaces,
In which the King delighted dwells.
Hence God, thy God anointed Thee
With joyful Oyl, for thy great Trust,
High o'er thy Fellows in Degree.
Thy Robes are full of Aloes,
Rich Myrrh and Cassia, fragrant Smells,
Diffus'd from Iv'ry Palaces,
In which the King delighted dwells.
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Part II.
O Daughter hearken, and to me
Incline thine Ear, imperial Spouse;
Forget thy Land, thy Family,
And Customs of thy Father's House.
So shall the King thy Love desire,
And in thy Beauty take Delight:
Do Thou, thy royal Lord admire,
And worship Him, when in his Sight.
Incline thine Ear, imperial Spouse;
Forget thy Land, thy Family,
And Customs of thy Father's House.
So shall the King thy Love desire,
And in thy Beauty take Delight:
Do Thou, thy royal Lord admire,
And worship Him, when in his Sight.
Th' Inhabitants of Tyre shall bring
Their precious Gifts, and Homage pay;
And, to be favour'd by the King,
The wealthy shall thy Favour pray.
See, all within the royal Bride
Do's in Endowments glorious shine;
And her wide Robes are beautify'd
With Works of Gold from Ophir's Mine.
Their precious Gifts, and Homage pay;
And, to be favour'd by the King,
The wealthy shall thy Favour pray.
See, all within the royal Bride
Do's in Endowments glorious shine;
And her wide Robes are beautify'd
With Works of Gold from Ophir's Mine.
She to the King in Pomp is led,
In Raiment by the Needle wrought;
Bright Virgins, Fellows with her bred,
That follow, shall to Thee be brought.
Rejoicing on this happy Day,
They'll march along in solemn State;
And clad in costly bright Array,
Will enter at the Palace Gate.
In Raiment by the Needle wrought;
Bright Virgins, Fellows with her bred,
That follow, shall to Thee be brought.
Rejoicing on this happy Day,
They'll march along in solemn State;
And clad in costly bright Array,
Will enter at the Palace Gate.
A New Version of the Psalms of David | ||