The Psalmes of David The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait] |
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Psal. 65. Te decet Hymnus.
Ad Præstantem. Psalmus David Canticum.
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On thee waits Sions silent praise,O God, that hear'st the praier:
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To thee, the vow thy people paies,to thee all flesh repaire.
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Iniquities, with words at will,against me have prevail'd;
But our transgressions covering still,
thy mercy never fail'd.
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O blessed he, whom thou dost chuse,so neere thy Courts to dwell:
Thy Houses goods where we may use,
thy Temples plenty, tell.
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Thou God, our health, by fearfull signesshalt answer us againe:
Just hope of all that earth confines,
or farthest seas containe.
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Which by his strength lifts up the hills,above the plaines to towre;
And firmnesse to their height fulfills,
which girded is with pow'r.
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Which stills the raging of the seas,be-calmes the billowes sounds;
And (more outragious, to appease)
the peoples tumult bounds.
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On earth, the utmost dwellers fearethy signes: The goings out
Of East and West (thy light that beare)
for joy thou mak'st to shout.
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Thou visitest the soile with showres,of life-inspiring raine;
Rich Mynes of pearle, thy deaw downe powres,
the greedy Plowmans gaine.
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Gods River reacheth far and wide,thy care prepares the corne;
And seed, to mother earth dost hide,
in teeming-furrow borne.
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The waters melt her drunken plaine,the verdant blossomes swell;
On whose encrease, as drops of raine,
so many blessings dwell.
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The yeere, with goodnesse dost thou crowne,beginning where thou end'st;
And every step stills fatnesse downe,
which from the clouds thou send'st.
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They drop upon the pastures wide,that robe the wildernesse;
The little hills, begirt with pride,
no little joy expresse.
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The pastures cloth'd with flockes un-shorne,their double fleeces bring:
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for joy they shout and sing.
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