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. XLII.
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Psal. XLII.
As the chas'd Hart distrest with heat,
Flies to the Brookes retreat:
O God! my soule pursu'd, and faint,
So after Thee doth pant.
Flies to the Brookes retreat:
O God! my soule pursu'd, and faint,
So after Thee doth pant.
My soule, to care and sorrow curst,
For God doth hourely thirst.
When shall I come Thy presence neare,
And in Thy sight appeare?
For God doth hourely thirst.
When shall I come Thy presence neare,
And in Thy sight appeare?
But teares, which day and night did fall
I had no meat at all:
While they, where is thy God do cry,
On whom thou dost rely?
I had no meat at all:
While they, where is thy God do cry,
On whom thou dost rely?
Remembring this, my soule I powre,
And those glad times deplore,
When to Thy house we throng'd with praise
To keep Thy Holy daies.
And those glad times deplore,
When to Thy house we throng'd with praise
To keep Thy Holy daies.
Why, O my soule, art thou perplext?
My heart cast downe and vext?
Hope thou in God, and praise Him still,
Whose help up-raise thee will.
My heart cast downe and vext?
Hope thou in God, and praise Him still,
Whose help up-raise thee will.
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O God, my soule cast downe with greife,
Within finds no releife.
From Jordan yet and Hermons hill
I thee remember still.
Within finds no releife.
From Jordan yet and Hermons hill
I thee remember still.
One deep upon another calls,
At Thy loud Water-falls:
Thy waves, and billowes highest run,
All over me have gone.
At Thy loud Water-falls:
Thy waves, and billowes highest run,
All over me have gone.
The Lord yet sends His favours ray;
To shine on me by day:
And I my songs and Pray'rs all night
Send to the God of light.
To shine on me by day:
And I my songs and Pray'rs all night
Send to the God of light.
To God Ile say, My Rock, and strength!
Am I forgot at length?
Before my foes why do I mourne,
Oppressed, and forlorne?
Am I forgot at length?
Before my foes why do I mourne,
Oppressed, and forlorne?
At their reproach, with scoffing mixt,
I am with swords trans-fixt:
Whilst flouting at my misery,
Where is Thy God? they cry.
I am with swords trans-fixt:
Whilst flouting at my misery,
Where is Thy God? they cry.
Why, O my soule, art thou perplext?
My heart cast downe, and vext?
Hope thou in God, and praise Him still;
Whose help up-raise thee will.
My heart cast downe, and vext?
Hope thou in God, and praise Him still;
Whose help up-raise thee will.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |