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] |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. |
LVI. |
LVII. |
LVIII. |
LIX. |
LX. |
LXI. |
LXII. |
LXIII. |
LXIV. |
LXV. |
LXVI. |
LXVII. |
LXVIII. |
LXIX. |
LXX. |
LXXI. |
LXXII. |
LXXIII. |
LXXIV. |
LXXV. |
LXXVI. |
LXXVII. |
LXXVIII. |
LXXIX. |
LXXX. |
LXXXI. |
LXXXII. |
LXXXIII. |
LXXXIV. |
LXXXV. |
LXXXVI. |
LXXXVII. |
LXXXVIII. |
LXXXIX. |
XC. |
XCI. |
XCII. |
XCIII. |
XCIV. |
XCV. |
XCVI. |
XCVII. |
XCVIII. |
XCIX. |
C. |
CI. |
CII. |
CIII. |
CIV. |
CV. |
CVI. |
CVII. |
CVIII. |
CIX. |
CX. |
CXI. |
CXII. |
CXIII. |
CXIV. |
CXV. |
CXVI. |
CXVII. |
CXVIII. |
CXIX. |
CXX. |
CXXI. |
CXXII. |
CXXIII. |
CXXIV. |
CXXV. |
CXXVI. |
CXXVII. |
CXXVIII. |
CXXIX. |
CXXX. |
CXXXI. |
CXXXII. |
CXXXIII. |
CXXXIV. |
CXXXV. |
CXXXVI. |
CXXXVII. |
CXXXVIII. |
CXXXIX. |
CXL. |
CXLI. |
CXLII. |
Psal. CXLII.
|
CXLIII. |
CXLIV. |
CXLV. |
CXLVI. |
CXLVII. |
CXLVIII. |
CXLIX. |
CL. |
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||
272
Psal. CXLII.
With low'd voic'd cries to God I came,
And my request did frame:
I powred out my sad complaint,
And shew'd Him my restraint.
And my request did frame:
I powred out my sad complaint,
And shew'd Him my restraint.
Thou, when my soul was drown'd in woe,
My way, and path did'st know:
Yet in that walk my feet did tread,
Close snares for me were spread.
My way, and path did'st know:
Yet in that walk my feet did tread,
Close snares for me were spread.
I did upon my right hand look,
But no man knowledg took:
My soul of help was quite bereft,
And had no refuge left.
But no man knowledg took:
My soul of help was quite bereft,
And had no refuge left.
I therefore cry'd to Thee, O Lord!
And said this faithfull word:
Thou do'st my Help and Portion stand,
In the Eternall Land.
And said this faithfull word:
Thou do'st my Help and Portion stand,
In the Eternall Land.
Consider then my great distress,
Brought low with heaviness.
From persecuters me defend,
Unable to contend.
Brought low with heaviness.
From persecuters me defend,
Unable to contend.
273
My soule out of the prison bring,
That I Thy praise may sing.
And for this bounty shew'd to me,
The just shall honour Thee.
That I Thy praise may sing.
And for this bounty shew'd to me,
The just shall honour Thee.
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||