The Psalmes Of David In Meeter Newly translated, and diligently compared with the Originall Text, and former Translations: More plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the Text, then any heretofore. Allowed by the Authority of the Generall Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in Congregations and Families [by Francis Rous] |
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PSAL. LXVI.
All lands to God in joyful sounds
aloft your voices raise.
Sing forth the honour of his Name,
and glorious make his praise.
Say unto God, How terrible
in all thy works art thou?
Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee
shal be constrain'd to bow.
aloft your voices raise.
Sing forth the honour of his Name,
and glorious make his praise.
Say unto God, How terrible
in all thy works art thou?
Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee
shal be constrain'd to bow.
All on the earth shal worship thee,
they shal thy praise proclaime,
In songs: they shall sing cheerfully
unto thy holy Name.
Come, & the works that God hath wroght
with admiration see!
In's workings to the sons of men
most terrible is he.
they shal thy praise proclaime,
In songs: they shall sing cheerfully
unto thy holy Name.
Come, & the works that God hath wroght
with admiration see!
In's workings to the sons of men
most terrible is he.
Into dry land the sea he turn'd,
and they a passage had.
Ev'n matching through the floud on foot,
there we in him were glad.
He ruleth ever by his power,
his eyes the nations see:
O let not the rebellious ones
lift up themselves on hie.
and they a passage had.
Ev'n matching through the floud on foot,
there we in him were glad.
He ruleth ever by his power,
his eyes the nations see:
O let not the rebellious ones
lift up themselves on hie.
Ye people blesse our God; aloud
the voice speak of his praise.
Our soul in life who safe preserves,
our foot from sliding stays.
For thou didst prove, & try us, Lord
as men do silver try;
Broughtst us into the net, & mad'st
bands on our loins to ly
the voice speak of his praise.
Our soul in life who safe preserves,
our foot from sliding stays.
For thou didst prove, & try us, Lord
as men do silver try;
Broughtst us into the net, & mad'st
bands on our loins to ly
Thou hast caus'd men ride o're our heads
and though that we did passe
Through fire & water, yet thou broghtst
us to a wealthy place.
I'le bring burnt-offerings to thy house
to thee my vows I'le pay,
Which my lips utter'd, my mouth spake
when trouble on me lay.
and though that we did passe
Through fire & water, yet thou broghtst
us to a wealthy place.
I'le bring burnt-offerings to thy house
to thee my vows I'le pay,
Which my lips utter'd, my mouth spake
when trouble on me lay.
Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams
with incense I wil bring;
Of bullocks and of goats I wil
present an offering.
Al that fear God come hear, I'le tel
what he did for my soul.
I with my mouth unto him cryd,
my tongue did him extol.
with incense I wil bring;
Of bullocks and of goats I wil
present an offering.
Al that fear God come hear, I'le tel
what he did for my soul.
I with my mouth unto him cryd,
my tongue did him extol.
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