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. LXXXVIII.
Lord God, my Saviour, day & night
before thee cry'd have I.
Before thee let thy prayer come,
give ear unto my cry.
For troubles great do fil my soul:
my life drawes nigh the grave,
I'm counted with those that go down
to pit, and no strength have.
before thee cry'd have I.
Before thee let thy prayer come,
give ear unto my cry.
For troubles great do fil my soul:
my life drawes nigh the grave,
I'm counted with those that go down
to pit, and no strength have.
Ev'n free among the dead, like them
that slain in grave do ly,
Cut off frō thy hand, whom no more
thou hast in memory.
Thou hast me laid in lowest pit,
in deeps, and darksome caves.
Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast
me prest with all thy waves.
that slain in grave do ly,
Cut off frō thy hand, whom no more
thou hast in memory.
Thou hast me laid in lowest pit,
in deeps, and darksome caves.
Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast
me prest with all thy waves.
Thou hast put far frō me my friends
thou mad'st them to abhor me;
And I am so shut up, that I
finde no evation for me.
By reason of affliction
mine eye mourns dolefully:
To thee, Lord, do I cal, and stretch
my hands continually.
thou mad'st them to abhor me;
And I am so shut up, that I
finde no evation for me.
By reason of affliction
mine eye mourns dolefully:
To thee, Lord, do I cal, and stretch
my hands continually.
Wilt thō shew wonders to the dead
shal they rise and thee blesse?
Shal in the grave thy love be told?
in death thy faithfulnesse?
Shal thy great wonders in the dark
or shal thy righteousnesse
Be known to any in the land
of deep forgetfulnesse?
shal they rise and thee blesse?
Shal in the grave thy love be told?
in death thy faithfulnesse?
Shal thy great wonders in the dark
or shal thy righteousnesse
Be known to any in the land
of deep forgetfulnesse?
But, Lord, to thee I cry'd, my pray'r
at morn prevent shal thee
Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul?
and hid'st thy face from me?
Distrest am I, and from my youth
I ready am to dy;
Thy terrours I have born, and am
distracted fearfully.
at morn prevent shal thee
Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul?
and hid'st thy face from me?
Distrest am I, and from my youth
I ready am to dy;
Thy terrours I have born, and am
distracted fearfully.
The dreadful fiercenes of thy wrath
quite over me doth go:
Thy terrours great have cut me off,
they did pursue me so.
For round about me every day
like water, they did roul:
And, gathering together, they
have compassed my soul.
quite over me doth go:
Thy terrours great have cut me off,
they did pursue me so.
For round about me every day
like water, they did roul:
And, gathering together, they
have compassed my soul.
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