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. LII.
Why boasting Tyrant dost thou threat
Thou canst do mischeife yet?
Gods constant goodnesse will prevent
Thy murtherous intent.
Thou canst do mischeife yet?
Gods constant goodnesse will prevent
Thy murtherous intent.
Thy tongue suggestions doth devise;
Like rasors cut thy lyes.
Thou evill more then goodnesse lov'st;
Deceit, not truth, approv'st.
Like rasors cut thy lyes.
Thou evill more then goodnesse lov'st;
Deceit, not truth, approv'st.
Thy words, false tongue, mens lives devour
But God shall, by His pow'r,
Pluck thee from earth thy dwelling place
Thy name from heaven rase.
But God shall, by His pow'r,
Pluck thee from earth thy dwelling place
Thy name from heaven rase.
The just these judgments see, and feare,
Which wicked ones must beare:
And all their malice vainly try'd
With laughter shall deride.
Which wicked ones must beare:
And all their malice vainly try'd
With laughter shall deride.
Lo, this is he who God not chose
For his assur'd repose:
But strong in violence, and stealth,
Rely'd upon his wealth.
For his assur'd repose:
But strong in violence, and stealth,
Rely'd upon his wealth.
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Yet I within God's house shall be
Like a green Olive tree:
And on Thy mercy all my daies
My confidence will raise.
Like a green Olive tree:
And on Thy mercy all my daies
My confidence will raise.
I for this preservation will
My praises offer still;
And on Thy saving Name await,
Which Saints must celebrate.
My praises offer still;
And on Thy saving Name await,
Which Saints must celebrate.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |