Psa. 30.
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A Psalm or song of the dedication of the house
of David. It seems a thancksgivinge for the resurrection
of Christ, whose true house or Temple, was his Body. It
confesseth Gods gratiousnes, & mans weaknes, &c. We
may vse it, when, arising from our sinns, we resolve
to dedicate our selves as tēples to the holy-ghost.
[1]
Lord God, thy praise I will declare;
For why, thou me hast magnifide:
My foes insultings thou did'st bar,
And, sav'dst me, when for help I cride,
Yea, from the dungeon & the pit,
Thou keptst my soul & life, oh Lord;
Let all thy saints (remembring it)
With praise, thy holines recorde.
2
Thy wrath, abides not long in thee,
But, in thy favour, life appears;
And, joy shall in the morning be,
Though, over-night, there may be teares.
In my advancement, once I sayd,
That nothing should my foot remove;
Because, my mountaine thou hadst laid
So firmelie, Lord, by thy meer love.
3
Yet, when thy face thou didst but hide,
I quickly was opprest, againe;
And, then, to thee againe I cride;
And in my crie, did thus complaine.
What profit will my bloud afford,
When, I, shal to the grave descend?
Oh! cann it sing thy praises, Lord?
Or cann the dust thy truth comend?
4
Lord, hear, & pittie take on me;
To succour me, thy help employ:
That, chang'd to songs, my sighes, may be;
My mourning-weeds to robes of ioy.
So, I, for ever, with my tongue
Will praise the, (oh my God my Lord)
And, in a never-ending song,
Thy mercies, thanckfully record.
