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. XXXII.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. XXXII.
Blessed is he, whose wickednesse
To pardon finds accesse:
Whose sin, with all he did amisse,
Forgot, and cover'd is.
To pardon finds accesse:
Whose sin, with all he did amisse,
Forgot, and cover'd is.
Blest is the man, to whom The Lord
Imputes no crime abhord:
Whose spirit right, whose heart is streight
And harbours no deceit.
Imputes no crime abhord:
Whose spirit right, whose heart is streight
And harbours no deceit.
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When I my tongue from speech refrain'd,
I was with anguish pain'd.
My bones wax't old through discontent:
My dayes in moanes were spent.
I was with anguish pain'd.
My bones wax't old through discontent:
My dayes in moanes were spent.
Thy hand upon me heavy lay;
Not resting night or day.
Moisture was to nothing brought,
Like fields in Summers drought.
Not resting night or day.
Moisture was to nothing brought,
Like fields in Summers drought.
Then I to Thee my sin reveal'd,
And no offence conceal'd.
And, soon as my confession said,
My peace with Thee was made.
And no offence conceal'd.
And, soon as my confession said,
My peace with Thee was made.
For this to Thee shall prayer sound,
What time Thou may'st be found.
And shall the floods, which highest goe,
Thy servants overflow.
What time Thou may'st be found.
And shall the floods, which highest goe,
Thy servants overflow.
Thou art a refuge me to hide
From dangers troubled tide:
With Songs of Thy delivery
I shall encompast ly.
From dangers troubled tide:
With Songs of Thy delivery
I shall encompast ly.
I will enforme thy life, and teach,
How thou this blisse shalt reach:
And with mine eye I thee will guide,
Least thou should'st tread aside.
How thou this blisse shalt reach:
And with mine eye I thee will guide,
Least thou should'st tread aside.
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Be ye not like the horse, or mule,
Whom reason cannot rule:
Whose stubborne mouths the bit, and reine
From fury must restreine.
Whom reason cannot rule:
Whose stubborne mouths the bit, and reine
From fury must restreine.
Great plagues, and paines that never end
For wicked men attend.
But those, in God their trust who place,
Sure mercies shall embrace.
For wicked men attend.
But those, in God their trust who place,
Sure mercies shall embrace.
Be glad ye righteous, and rejoyce,
Who make the Lord your choice.
With shouts alowd your joy impart
All ye upright in heart.
Who make the Lord your choice.
With shouts alowd your joy impart
All ye upright in heart.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |