A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version To which is added, a Number of hymns |
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Psalm LXXIX. Long Metre. For the distress of War. |
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Psalm LXXIX. Long Metre. For the distress of War.
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Behold, O God, what cruel foes,Thy peaceful heritage invade;
Thy holy temple stands defil'd,
In dust thy sacred walls are laid.
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Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood,Thy people fall'n in death remain;
The fowls of heaven their flesh devour,
And savage beasts divide the slain.
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Th'insulting foes, with impious rage,Reproach thy children to their face;
“Where is your God of boasted power,
“And where the promise of his grace.”
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Deep from the prison's horrid glooms,Oh hear the mournful captives sigh,
And let thy sovereign power reprieve,
The trembling souls condemn'd to die.
| A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version | |