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. CXLIII.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. CXLIII.
O Lord my Prayer heare,
Presented in Thy feare:
With mercy answer my request,
In humblest words exprest.
Presented in Thy feare:
With mercy answer my request,
In humblest words exprest.
Weigh not in judgments scales
Thy servants daily failes;
For no man living, in Thine eye,
Himself shall justify.
Thy servants daily failes;
For no man living, in Thine eye,
Himself shall justify.
My foes which do pursue
My soule, by waies undue,
Make me in darkness hide my head,
Like those have long been dead.
My soule, by waies undue,
Make me in darkness hide my head,
Like those have long been dead.
My Spirit faint, and worne,
Is by my griefes oreborne:
My heart within me desolate,
Through my dejected state.
Is by my griefes oreborne:
My heart within me desolate,
Through my dejected state.
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Yet I the daies of old
In my remembrance hold:
Thy wonders past I meditate,
And all Thy works of late.
In my remembrance hold:
Thy wonders past I meditate,
And all Thy works of late.
To Thee I stretch my hands;
Like as the thirsty Lands
The fruitfull raines desire to see,
So thirsts my soul for Thee.
Like as the thirsty Lands
The fruitfull raines desire to see,
So thirsts my soul for Thee.
Heare me, O Lord, with speed;
My fainting spirit heed:
Least if Thou frowne, I prove like those,
The pit of Death doth close.
My fainting spirit heed:
Least if Thou frowne, I prove like those,
The pit of Death doth close.
O let my longing eare
Betimes Thy kindnes heare.
In Thee I trust: reveale that Path,
Thy truth prescribed hath.
Betimes Thy kindnes heare.
In Thee I trust: reveale that Path,
Thy truth prescribed hath.
Lord save me from their spight,
Who in my wrongs delight:
To Thee my soul for shelter flies,
Against hir enemies.
Who in my wrongs delight:
To Thee my soul for shelter flies,
Against hir enemies.
Teach me to do Thy will,
That I may please Thee still:
Let Thy good spirit me direct,
To live with Thine elect.
That I may please Thee still:
Let Thy good spirit me direct,
To live with Thine elect.
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Lord quicken me againe;
Cleanse Thou my sinfull staine;
For Thy great Name, and justice sake,
My soul from trouble take.
Cleanse Thou my sinfull staine;
For Thy great Name, and justice sake,
My soul from trouble take.
I am Thy servant, Lord!
My comfort is Thy word.
Then of Thy goodnes those destroy,
Who in my sorrowes joy.
My comfort is Thy word.
Then of Thy goodnes those destroy,
Who in my sorrowes joy.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |