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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. XXXI.

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Sing this as the Lamentation.

In Thee O Lord I put my trust:
Save me from shame, as Thou art just.
Bow downe Thy gratious eare with speed
Be Thou my strong defence at need.
For Thou, my Rock, do'st me protect
O for Thy Names sake me direct!
Pull me from out the dang'rous net
Which they for me have closely set.
My spirit I to Thee commit,
For Thou, O God, did'st purchase it.
I hate all those, love vanities;
But on the Lord my trust relies.
I joy in Thy compassion show'n,
Who hast my Soule in trouble know
Thou didst from hostile hands discharge
To liberty my feet enlarge.
Have mercy (Lord) and send reliefe;
Mine eye, and soule both wast with griefe

51

Through sin I sigh away my dayes:
My bones consume, my strength decayes.
My foes reproach, my neighbours fright
I am; whilst friends avoid my sight.
Like to the dead, I sit forgot,
And uselesse, as a broken pot.
For I their slander heard, and strife,
Who counsaile took against my life.
But (Lord!) my trust in Thee is lay'd;
Thou art my God, my help, I said.
My fleeting times are in Thy hand,
Whose short-liv'd date by Thee is span'd.
Me never to the pow'r expose,
Or hand, of persecuting foes.
On me O let Thy favour shine:
To save me through Thy grace incline.
Thy servant let no shame befall,
Who daily on Thy Name doth call.
Let wicked men confusion have,
Put downe to silence in the grave.
And shut the lying lips, that use
The just by slanders to traduce.
O how great goodnesse hast thou wrought,
To those thee fear, whose faith thee sought?
Them shalt Thou in Thy presence hide,
It safe from mens insulting pride.

52

And from the tongues malitious strife
As in a tow'r, defend their life.
Blessed be God, whose love endures;
Whose strong protection me secures.
I said, though in my hast unwise,
I am cut off before Thine eyes.
Yet hast Thou not my suit deny'd,
When in my Pray'r to Thee I cry'd.
O Love the Lord, who His regards;
And with revenge the proud reward
Be bold, since He such grace imparts,
To strengthen both your hopes, & hearts.