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The Psalmes of David Translated Into Lyrick-Verse

according to the scope, of the Original. And Illustrated, with a Short Argument, and a breife Prayer, or Meditation; before, & after, every Psalme. By George Wither

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Psa. 66.

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A song a Psalme. It praiseth God both for temporall & spirituall blessings, especially for the great benifit of our vniversall Redēption, which is typically expressed, by allusion to the Iewes deliverance from the Egiptian bondage &c. It may be sung to praise God for our deliverances from sinn & the Devil, &c.

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Yee kingdomes all, God's praise expresse;
In songs, exalt & laud his Name:
To him, his dreadfull Acts confesse;
And, how his Arme his foes doth tame.
Let all the world before him bowe.
With singing to his Name & him;

Selah.



120

And, let all men more heedfull growe,
What dreadfull things he did for them.

2

The sea he dri'de, & through the Maine
Wee walk'd on foote, him praising there.
He hath obtain'd a boundles raigne,
And, of all Nations, he hath care.
He will not let the Rebells thrive.

Selah.


Oh! blesse our God, & sing his praise;
For, he preserves our soul alive,
And, he from slipps our footing staies.

3

By thee, oh God! wee prooved were,
Like silver tried & refin'de:
Thou didst entrap vs in a snare,
And round our loines affllictions binde.
Above our heads, thou mad'st men ride;
And, through both Flouds & fires, we came:
But, thou didst rest, at last, provide;
And, I will praise thee for the same.

4

Ev'n in thy house those vowes I'le pay,
Which in destresse were sworne by mee;
Fatt Rams & Bullocks I will slay,
And burne sweet incense vnto thee.

Selah.


Come hither, yee that fear the Lord,
And, hear what for my soule he wrought,
When his assistance I emplor'd,
And, him with praise-full voice besought.

5

If any sinn, my hart affects,
The Lord, will then withdraw his eare:
But, surelie, God my suite affects;
For, he my vocall moane did hear.
Oh! let him ever praised be,
For not reiecting my request:
And, for his Mercie shew'd to me,
Oh! let him be for ever blest.