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. LXII.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. LXII.
My soule doth wait on God alone,
Whence comes salvation.
He is my Rock; firm'd in His love,
I shall not greatly move.
How long will mischiefe ye devise?
Swift death shall you surprise.
Ye shall be like a bowing wall,
Or tott'ring fences fall.
Whence comes salvation.
He is my Rock; firm'd in His love,
I shall not greatly move.
How long will mischiefe ye devise?
Swift death shall you surprise.
Ye shall be like a bowing wall,
Or tott'ring fences fall.
For they consult to cast him downe,
Whom God lifts to renowne:
They blessings with their mouth impart,
But curses from their heart.
My soule wait Thou on God alone,
My expectation.
He is my Rock, my safe defense;
I shall not move from hence.
Whom God lifts to renowne:
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But curses from their heart.
My soule wait Thou on God alone,
My expectation.
He is my Rock, my safe defense;
I shall not move from hence.
In God my health and glory rest,
My strength and refuge blest.
Trust Him, ye people, and implore;
Your heart before Him powre.
The sons of men, both low, and high,
Are lyes, and vanity:
And all alike in ballance lay'd,
Weigh lighter then the shade.
My strength and refuge blest.
Trust Him, ye people, and implore;
Your heart before Him powre.
The sons of men, both low, and high,
Are lyes, and vanity:
And all alike in ballance lay'd,
Weigh lighter then the shade.
O never in oppression trust,
Nor robberies unjust.
If wealth encrease, your heart nere set
Upon the gaines you get.
God once hath spoke, and oft I heard,
His pow'r is to be fear'd:
And that His Mercy doth dispense
Each work its recompense.
Nor robberies unjust.
If wealth encrease, your heart nere set
Upon the gaines you get.
God once hath spoke, and oft I heard,
His pow'r is to be fear'd:
And that His Mercy doth dispense
Each work its recompense.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |