The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

I cry'd to God with accents shrill;
To God that heares my prayer still.
When into times of trouble brought,
I unto Him for succour sought.
All night my anguish did not cease;
My soule no comfort found, nor ease.
I think on God amidst my paines,
My vexed spirit to Him complaines.

My sleeples eyes Thou hold'st awake;
My tongue perplexed nothing spake.
The daies of old I meditate,
The antient times expired date.
I to remembrance call my Song,
My wonted mirth, omitted long:
All night I commune with my heart,
My spirits search to ease my smart.

Will God for ever us reject?
Or by His favour us protect?
His compassion lost and gone;
His promises not thought upon?

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Hath God His pitty now forgot?
Or must destruction be our lot?
Or will His wrath, by sin renew'd,
His tender mercies quite exclude?

Thus I complain'd: And then said I,
This is mine own infirmity.
But I remember will the yeares
Thy right hand kept from want, or feare
The wonders which Thou did'st of old
Shall with my thankfull tongue be told.
My heart Thy works Shall meditate,
My words Thy noble acts relate.

Thy wayes (O God!) most holy are;
Who with Thy greatnes may compare
In miracles, and wond'rous signes
Thy strength among the People shines.
Thou with that high victorious hand
Not all the Nations could withstand,
The Sons of Iacob did'st redeeme;
And Iosephs off-spring wilt esteeme.

O God the waters at Thy sight
Unto their depths retir'd with fright:
The billowes of the troubled maine
Shrunk downe, and hid themselves againe
The melting cloud discharg'd in showres
Like to a falling tempest powres:

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Whilst sounds of horrour teare the sky,
And through the aire thine arrowes fly.

Loud thunder from the heavens strook,
Thy lightnings shone, earths fabrick shook:
In the great waters lyes Thy path,
Which where Thou go'st no footsteps hath.
Thy people Thou like sheep ha'st led,
Sav'd from the Sea, in deserts fed:
And brought'st them to their promis'd land,
By Moses and by Aarons hand.

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Psal. LXXVII.