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 LVII.
Have Mercy, Mercy, Lord, on me,
My Soul on Thee I cast;
Thy Wings shall my Protection be,
Till those sad Days are past.
To God most High I'll send my Cries,
Whose Aid I still implor'd,
To God, who ne'er to me denies
Performance of his Word.
My Soul on Thee I cast;
Thy Wings shall my Protection be,
Till those sad Days are past.
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Whose Aid I still implor'd,
To God, who ne'er to me denies
Performance of his Word.
He shall from Heav'n display his Pow'r
His Servant to defend;
He'll shame them who would me devour,
He'll Truth and Mercy send.
Mid'st Beasts, ev'n Men on Fire, I lie,
Who wound with piercing Words;
Words, that like Spears or Arrows fly
From Tongues, that cut like Swords,
His Servant to defend;
He'll shame them who would me devour,
He'll Truth and Mercy send.
Mid'st Beasts, ev'n Men on Fire, I lie,
Who wound with piercing Words;
Words, that like Spears or Arrows fly
From Tongues, that cut like Swords,
Lord, higher than the highest Skies
Exalt thy awful Head,
And let thy boundless Glory rise,
And o'er the Nations spread.
Their Net they fix'd, on Mischief bent,
My Soul bow'd down despair'd;
But to the Pit they headlong went,
Which they for me prepar'd.
Exalt thy awful Head,
And let thy boundless Glory rise,
And o'er the Nations spread.
Their Net they fix'd, on Mischief bent,
My Soul bow'd down despair'd;
But to the Pit they headlong went,
Which they for me prepar'd.
My Heart is fix'd, nor will it warp,
O God, I'll sing thy Praise:
Awake my Glory, Psaltry, Harp,
My self I'll early raise.
I to the Tribes, who Thee adore,
Thy Praises will proclaim;
Thro' Realms who Idol Gods implore,
I'll magnifie thy Name.
O God, I'll sing thy Praise:
Awake my Glory, Psaltry, Harp,
My self I'll early raise.
I to the Tribes, who Thee adore,
Thy Praises will proclaim;
Thro' Realms who Idol Gods implore,
I'll magnifie thy Name.
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| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |