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. XI.
In God I put my trust: How then
Do yee reproachfull men
Say, To the mountaines flie my soule,
Like to the chased fowle?
For lo, the wicked bend their bow,
Their deadly shafts to throw;
That privily in darknesse they
Th' upright in heart may slay.
Do yee reproachfull men
Say, To the mountaines flie my soule,
Like to the chased fowle?
For lo, the wicked bend their bow,
Their deadly shafts to throw;
That privily in darknesse they
Th' upright in heart may slay.
If the foundations perish so,
What can the righteous do?
But in His Temple God resides,
Whose throne in Heaven abides.
He all beholds with searching eye,
The Sons of men to try.
The Lord His righteous servants proves;
Hates him oppression loves.
What can the righteous do?
But in His Temple God resides,
Whose throne in Heaven abides.
He all beholds with searching eye,
The Sons of men to try.
The Lord His righteous servants proves;
Hates him oppression loves.
He snares, with fire and brimstone showres,
Upon the wicked powres:
Black tempests are by Him rais'd up,
The portion of their cup.
For the just God doth those respect
Who righteousnes affect.
His countenance, and favour bright
Beholdeth the upright.
Upon the wicked powres:
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The portion of their cup.
For the just God doth those respect
Who righteousnes affect.
His countenance, and favour bright
Beholdeth the upright.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |