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. LVII.
Be mercifull (O God!) to me,
Whose soule doth only trust in Thee.
To Thy wing's shadow will I hast,
Till these calamities be past.
My cry to God I will advance,
Who alway sends deliverance.
His mercy saves me from their pow'r,
Who would both life, and fame devour.
Whose soule doth only trust in Thee.
To Thy wing's shadow will I hast,
Till these calamities be past.
My cry to God I will advance,
Who alway sends deliverance.
His mercy saves me from their pow'r,
Who would both life, and fame devour.
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My soule 'mongst Lions is untam'd;
Ev'n sons of men with hate enflam'd:
Whose teeth are spears, & darts; whose words
More piercing, & more sharp then swords.
O God! above the earth, or sky,
Exalted be Thy Majesty!
For my greiv'd soule they nets prepare;
But in their own pits fallen are.
Ev'n sons of men with hate enflam'd:
Whose teeth are spears, & darts; whose words
More piercing, & more sharp then swords.
O God! above the earth, or sky,
Exalted be Thy Majesty!
For my greiv'd soule they nets prepare;
But in their own pits fallen are.
My heart (O God) my heart is fixt;
I'le Anthems sing with praises mixt.
Awake my Glory, harp awake;
I early will addresses make.
Thou 'mongst the Nations shalt be prais'd.
Whose mercy to the clouds is rays'd.
O God! above the earth, or sky,
Exalted by Thy Majesty.
I'le Anthems sing with praises mixt.
Awake my Glory, harp awake;
I early will addresses make.
Thou 'mongst the Nations shalt be prais'd.
Whose mercy to the clouds is rays'd.
O God! above the earth, or sky,
Exalted by Thy Majesty.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |