The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

O God my heart is fix'd, and bent,
Prepared my intent.
I will Thy might in songs of praise,
And glorious ditties raise.
Wake Psaltery, and harp awake,
The morning I will take;

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That through the world my early verse
Thy praises may disperse.

Thy mercy 'bove the Heaven extends,
Thy truth the clouds transcends.
Be Thou exalted 'bove the skies,
'Bove earth in glory rise.
That Thy beloved still may be
From all invasion free;
Thy right hand in their safety reare,
And their petitions heare.

God by his truth did oft profess,
He would his servants bless.
I will divide faire Shechems soile,
And Succoths valley spoile.
Manasseh, Gilead, both are mine,
In war shall Ephraim shine:
But Iudah's Scepter all must aw,
And give my people Law.

Moab shall be a dunghill grow'n,
Proud Edom overthrow'n.
Philistia's boasted triumphs shall
Be buried in hir fall.
Who mee will to the City lead,
Fierce Edoms strength and head?
That I may breake hir fensed gate,
And trample on hir state?

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O Thou my God, who cast'dst us off,
And mad'st our force their scoff!
Wilt not Thou with our armies go,
To quell th' insulting foe?
From trouble save us once againe;
For help of man is vaine.
Through God we shall in battaile rise,
And foyle our enemies.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. CVIII.