The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter To be Sung after the Old Tunes used in the Churches [by Henry King] |
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. IX.
I thee will praise with my whole heart
And all thy wond'rous works impart
In Songs, and Hymns rejoyce will I,
To blesse Thy Name, O Thou most high
Mine enemies repulsed all
Shall at Thine awfull presence fall.
Thou hast my righteous cause maintain'd,
Whose throne wrong judgement never stain'd.
And all thy wond'rous works impart
In Songs, and Hymns rejoyce will I,
To blesse Thy Name, O Thou most high
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Shall at Thine awfull presence fall.
Thou hast my righteous cause maintain'd,
Whose throne wrong judgement never stain'd.
At Thy rebuke the Heathens fame
Destroyed is, put out their name.
O thou malitious enemy,
Thy loath'd remembrance now must dy.
And like the Cities thou hast ras'd,
Thine own Memoriall is defac'd.
But God for ever shall endure,
His throne in judgment stablish'd sure.
Destroyed is, put out their name.
O thou malitious enemy,
Thy loath'd remembrance now must dy.
And like the Cities thou hast ras'd,
Thine own Memoriall is defac'd.
But God for ever shall endure,
His throne in judgment stablish'd sure.
The world Hee'll judge in righteousnesse;
A Refuge be in times distresse:
Who know Thy Name in Thee will trust,
For Thou hast never left the just.
Praise God, who doth in Sion dwell;
His doings to the people tell.
When He enquires for Blood, the Cry
Nere passes from His memory.
A Refuge be in times distresse:
Who know Thy Name in Thee will trust,
For Thou hast never left the just.
Praise God, who doth in Sion dwell;
His doings to the people tell.
When He enquires for Blood, the Cry
Nere passes from His memory.
Have mercy on my troubled state,
O Lord, who lift'st me from death's gate:
That Sion I thy praise may shew,
Whose joyes from thy Salvation grow.
Sunke to the Pit the Heathen are;
Their feet are caught in their own snare,
The Lord in their revenge is know'n,
Who by themselves are overthrow'n.
O Lord, who lift'st me from death's gate:
That Sion I thy praise may shew,
Whose joyes from thy Salvation grow.
Sunke to the Pit the Heathen are;
Their feet are caught in their own snare,
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Who by themselves are overthrow'n.
The wicked shall be turn'd to hell,
And all, who God forgetting, fell.
For on the poore He thinkes alway,
Nor shall the Needies hope decay.
Up Lord! and let not man prevaile,
Nor let thy judgements ever faile.
Put them in feare; the Nations then
Will know themselves to be but men.
And all, who God forgetting, fell.
For on the poore He thinkes alway,
Nor shall the Needies hope decay.
Up Lord! and let not man prevaile,
Nor let thy judgements ever faile.
Put them in feare; the Nations then
Will know themselves to be but men.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |