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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Psal. CXXXII.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. CXXXII.
Remember
David's trouble Lord,
His vow and oath record;
How he in zeale, and holy fear,
To Iacob's God did swear.
His vow and oath record;
How he in zeale, and holy fear,
To Iacob's God did swear.
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I will not house my weary head,
Nor go into my bed,
Nor shall my eyes, with sleep opprest,
Acquainted be with rest:
Nor go into my bed,
Nor shall my eyes, with sleep opprest,
Acquainted be with rest:
Untill a dwelling place I find
Unto the Lord design'd:
And till I shall a Temple raise
For the Almighty's praise.
Unto the Lord design'd:
And till I shall a Temple raise
For the Almighty's praise.
Lo, we have heard, in Ephrata
Thy Arke did sometimes stay;
And found, in open fields it stood,
Or shelt'red by the wood.
Thy Arke did sometimes stay;
And found, in open fields it stood,
Or shelt'red by the wood.
But in His Tabernacle now
Our knees wee'l humbly bow:
We will before His foot stool fall,
And on His power call.
Our knees wee'l humbly bow:
We will before His foot stool fall,
And on His power call.
Arise (O Lord!) into Thy Rest,
Long with Thy presence blest;
And let Thy Arke be fixed here,
Whose strength the Nations feare.
Long with Thy presence blest;
And let Thy Arke be fixed here,
Whose strength the Nations feare.
Thy Priests with holyness attire,
With joy Thy Saints inspire:
Do not Thy love for Davids sake,
From Thine Annointed take.
With joy Thy Saints inspire:
Do not Thy love for Davids sake,
From Thine Annointed take.
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The Lord to David vowed hath,
Nor will He break His faith,
From thine owne loynes shall issue one
To sit upon thy throne.
Nor will He break His faith,
From thine owne loynes shall issue one
To sit upon thy throne.
And if thy Children will consent
To my Commandement;
Their sons, whil'st day and night remaine,
Successively shall Reigne.
To my Commandement;
Their sons, whil'st day and night remaine,
Successively shall Reigne.
For I the Lord have Sion chose
For my desir'd repose:
Within this dwelling will I rest,
An everlasting guest.
For my desir'd repose:
Within this dwelling will I rest,
An everlasting guest.
Hir stores with plenty shall be fed,
Hir poor reliev'd with bread:
Hir Priests with blessing shall be deckt,
With gladness Hir Elect.
Hir poor reliev'd with bread:
Hir Priests with blessing shall be deckt,
With gladness Hir Elect.
There shall the Horne of David spring,
In honour flourishing:
And like a lamp, his glorious light
Shall still continue bright.
In honour flourishing:
And like a lamp, his glorious light
Shall still continue bright.
His adversaries, cloath'd with shame,
Shall lose both life and name:
But from his Sacred Head the Crowne
Shall never be cast downe.
Shall lose both life and name:
But from his Sacred Head the Crowne
Shall never be cast downe.
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