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. LXXVII.
Vnto the Lord I with my voice,
I unto God did cry
Ev'n with my voice, and unto me
his ear he did apply.
I in my trouble sought the Lord:
my sore by night did run,
And ceased not: my grieved soul
did consolation shun.
I unto God did cry
Ev'n with my voice, and unto me
his ear he did apply.
I in my trouble sought the Lord:
my sore by night did run,
And ceased not: my grieved soul
did consolation shun.
I to remembrance God did cal,
yet trouble did remain;
And overwhelm my spirit was
whiles I did sore complain.
Mine eyes debar'd from rest & sleep
thou makest stil to wake:
My trouble is so great, that I
unable am to speak.
yet trouble did remain;
And overwhelm my spirit was
whiles I did sore complain.
Mine eyes debar'd from rest & sleep
thou makest stil to wake:
My trouble is so great, that I
unable am to speak.
The dayes of old to minde I call'd,
and oft did think upon
The times and ages, that are past
ful many years agone.
By night my song I cal to minde,
and commune with my heart,
My sp'rit did carefully inquire
how I might ease my smart.
and oft did think upon
The times and ages, that are past
ful many years agone.
By night my song I cal to minde,
and commune with my heart,
My sp'rit did carefully inquire
how I might ease my smart.
For ever wil the Lord cast off?
and gracious be no more?
For ever is his mercy gone?
fails his word evermore?
Is't true that to be gracious
the Lord forgotten hath?
And that his tender mercies he
hath shut up in his wrath?
and gracious be no more?
For ever is his mercy gone?
fails his word evermore?
Is't true that to be gracious
the Lord forgotten hath?
And that his tender mercies he
hath shut up in his wrath?
Then did I say, that surely this
is mine infirmitie:
I'le minde the years of the righthand
of him that is most hie.
Yea, I remember wil the works
performed by the Lord;
The wonders done of old by thee
I surely wil record.
is mine infirmitie:
I'le minde the years of the righthand
of him that is most hie.
Yea, I remember wil the works
performed by the Lord;
The wonders done of old by thee
I surely wil record.
I also wil of all thy works
my meditation make,
And of thy doings to discourse
great pleasure I wil take.
O God, thy way most holy is
within thy Sanctuary:
And what God is so great in pow'r,
as is our God most hie?
my meditation make,
And of thy doings to discourse
great pleasure I wil take.
O God, thy way most holy is
within thy Sanctuary:
And what God is so great in pow'r,
as is our God most hie?
Thou art the God that wonders do'st
by thy right hand most strong;
Thy mighty pow'r thou hast declar'd
the nations among.
To thine own people wth thine arm
thou didst redemption bring;
To Jacobs sons, and to the Tribes
of Joseph that do spring.
by thy right hand most strong;
Thy mighty pow'r thou hast declar'd
the nations among.
To thine own people wth thine arm
thou didst redemption bring;
To Jacobs sons, and to the Tribes
of Joseph that do spring.
The waters, Lord, perceived thee,
the waters saw thee wel;
And they for fear aside did flie;
the depths on trembling fel.
The clouds in water forth were pour'd,
sound loudy did the sky;
And swiftly through the world abroad
thine arrows fierce did fly.
the waters saw thee wel;
And they for fear aside did flie;
the depths on trembling fel.
The clouds in water forth were pour'd,
sound loudy did the sky;
And swiftly through the world abroad
thine arrows fierce did fly.
Thy thunders voice alongst the heav'n
a mighty noise did make:
By lightnings lightned was the world
th'earth tremble did and shake.
Thy Way is in the sea, and in
the waters great thy path;
Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord,
none knowledge thereof hath.
a mighty noise did make:
By lightnings lightned was the world
th'earth tremble did and shake.
Thy Way is in the sea, and in
the waters great thy path;
Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord,
none knowledge thereof hath.
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