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. XLIII.
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XLVIII. |
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LXIII. |
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LXIX. |
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LXXIV. |
LXXV. |
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LXXX. |
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LXXXIII. |
LXXXIV. |
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CXIV. |
CXV. |
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CXVIII. |
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CXXIII. |
CXXIV. |
CXXV. |
CXXVI. |
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CXXX. |
CXXXI. |
CXXXII. |
CXXXIII. |
CXXXIV. |
CXXXV. |
CXXXVI. |
CXXXVII. |
CXXXVIII. |
CXXXIX. |
CXL. |
CXLI. |
CXLII. |
CXLIII. |
CXLIV. |
CXLV. |
CXLVI. |
CXLVII. |
CXLVIII. |
CXLIX. |
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The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||
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Psal. XLIII.
Iudge me (O Lord) and plead my cause
With them that know no Lawes.
Deliver me from the unjust,
In fraud and wrong that trust.
Thou (God!) canst only me protect:
Why dost Thou me reject?
Why goe I thus in mourning drest,
By enemies opprest?
With them that know no Lawes.
Deliver me from the unjust,
In fraud and wrong that trust.
Thou (God!) canst only me protect:
Why dost Thou me reject?
Why goe I thus in mourning drest,
By enemies opprest?
O send Thy Glorious beams of light,
Thy truth to keep me right?
That of Thy holy dwellings I
May make discovery.
Then will I to Thy altar bring
A joyfull offering:
And on the harp my ditties raise,
To celebrate Thy praise.
Thy truth to keep me right?
That of Thy holy dwellings I
May make discovery.
Then will I to Thy altar bring
A joyfull offering:
And on the harp my ditties raise,
To celebrate Thy praise.
Why droop'st thou, O my Soule, so fast
Downe in thy sorrowes cast?
Or wherefore, my afflicted heart,
Thou so disturbed art?
Trust in the Lord: for I will praise,
And thank Him, all my dayes.
Who cures, and crownes lifes short annoyes
With never ending joyes.
Downe in thy sorrowes cast?
Or wherefore, my afflicted heart,
Thou so disturbed art?
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And thank Him, all my dayes.
Who cures, and crownes lifes short annoyes
With never ending joyes.
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||