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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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Why dost thou in thy mischief boast,
O man of might and power?
The goodness of the Lord to his,
Endureth every hour.

Thy tongue is like a razor sharp,
For mischief and deceit:
Thou lovest evil more than good,
And lying more than right.

Thou lovest all pernicious words,
O thou deceitful tongue:
But God shall surely thee destroy,
And take thee hence e'er long.

The Lord shall pluck thee from the earth,
And root thee wholly out:
The righteous then shall wondring see,
And thus at him shall flout.

Behold the man, that made not God
His refuge and his stay:
But trusted in his ill got wealth,
And in his wicked way!

But like an olive in thy courts,
whose leaf shall never fade:

So in the mercy of the Lord,
My hope is ever staid.

I will eternal praises sing,
For this thy vengeance shown:
All worship thee before thy saints,
For all that thou hast done.