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 |  |
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Psal. III.
O Lord, how fast do they encrease,
Who troubled have my Peace?
They many are, who 'gainst me rise,
And are my enemies.
Many there be my Soule upbraid,
And say, God cannot aid.
But Lord! Thou art my Sheild, my Praise
Thou shalt my head up-raise.
Who troubled have my Peace?
They many are, who 'gainst me rise,
And are my enemies.
Many there be my Soule upbraid,
And say, God cannot aid.
But Lord! Thou art my Sheild, my Praise
Thou shalt my head up-raise.
To God my loud request did cry,
Who heard my voyce from high.
I lay'd me downe, and rose againe:
For He did me sustaine.
Then though ten thousands me invade,
I will not be afraid.
No, though with threats the furious rowt
Encompasse me about.
Who heard my voyce from high.
I lay'd me downe, and rose againe:
For He did me sustaine.
Then though ten thousands me invade,
I will not be afraid.
No, though with threats the furious rowt
Encompasse me about.
Arise, and save me O my God:
For with thy vengefull rod
Thou smit'st the cheek, and break'st the jaw
Of such as hate thy Lawes.
To Thee O Lord our God alone
Belongs Salvation.
Who do'st Thy blessings evermore
Upon Thy People powre.
For with thy vengefull rod
Thou smit'st the cheek, and break'st the jaw
Of such as hate thy Lawes.
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Belongs Salvation.
Who do'st Thy blessings evermore
Upon Thy People powre.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |