The Psalmes of David The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait] |
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Psal. 66. Jubilate Deo.
Ad Præstantem, Canticum Psalmi.
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In God be joyfull all the earth,his Names renowne to raise:
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Sing Psalmes, make loud triumphant mirth,put glory to his praise.
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Say unto God, Thy dreadfull deeds,who can enough expresse?
Whose foes, thy power, that so exceeds,
(faign'd tongues, false hearts) confesse.
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The earth throughout, to worship thee,their humbled hearts shall frame;
And of thy praise, in Psalmes agree,
to sing unto thy Name.
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The workes of God, O come and see,what he to passe hath brought,
What terrible atchievements he
for Adams sons hath wrought.
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The Sea, away on heaps he sent,the Deep he made dry ground:
Where, through the floud on foot we went,
in him, there joy we found.
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He rules for ever by his power,on Nations sets his eies:
That (never rais'd, but, to devoure)
rebellion, never rise.
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And ye, our God, O people blesse,with tongues, and hearts prepar'd,
Through every land, let more or lesse,
his praises voice be heard.
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Which putting deaths blacke darts aside,our soule in life doth stay:
And suffering not our foot to slide,
upholds us in our way.
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For thou, O God, didst triall make,what heat we could endure:
If fire could force us thee forsake,
that fines the silver pure.
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Thou broughtst us where we were betrai'd,and tangled in the net:
Where straitnesse on our loines was laid,
and pinching pannels set.
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Thou causedst men, as heads of nought,above our heads to ride:
Through fire and waters hast us brought,
where peace and plenty bide.
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With offrings burnt my vowes to pay,I to thine house will presse,
Performing what my lips did say,
the mouth of my distresse.
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Burnt sacrifices, fatlings throats,to thee will I returne:
Rams incense, Bullockes, and Buck-goats,
upon thine Altar burne.
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O come, and hearken every one,of God that stand in feare;
And for my soule what he hath done,
ye from my mouth shall heare.
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I with my mouth to him complain'd,his praise my tongue preferr'd:
If wicked sight my heart had stain'd,
the Lord would not have heard.
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God surely heard my voice complaine,my praier to him repaire:
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his mercy from my prai'r.
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