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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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118

Psal. LXVIII.

[First Part]

Let God (the God of might) arise;
And scatter'd be His enemies.
And let all those that hate Him, flee
As smoake, by winds we driven see.
So perish wicked men like fumes;
Or melted wax, which fire consumes.
But let the righteous rejoyce;
And unto God lift up their voyce.
Sing unto God, sing praises lowd
To Him that rides upon the cloud.
The Name of great Iehovah blesse,
A father of the fatherlesse;
For he relieves the widowes wants;
He solitary housholds plants:
And frees the Captives from their chains
Whil'st rebels are with hunger slaine.
When (Lord) Thy people Thou didst lead
And marches through the desart tread,
The Heavens melted, the earth shook,
And Sinai was with terrour strook.
Yet Thou upon thy Lot didst powre,
When faint and weary, plenties store:

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Thy congregation Thou didst feed;
Reliev'dst the poore, and help'dst their need.
The Lord Himselfe did give the word,
And num'rous preachers it record.
Kings armies fled, and took the foyle,
Whilst women did divide the spoile.
Though then ye have neglected ly'n,
Ye shall againe with lustre shine;
Like to the doves faire plumed wing,
As Gold, or Silver glistering.
When God great Kings had put to flight,
The land was like to Salmon white.
God's Mount is as faire Bashans hill,
Whose height does earth with wonder fill.
Why leap ye hills which so excell?
This is the hill where God will dwell:
His Chariots twenty thousand are;
Thousands of Angels serve His war.

Second Part.

Thou ha'st ascended up on high,
And captive led captivity:
Did'st ransome those who did rebell;
That God might still among them dwell.
Blest be the Lord, the God of health,
Who loads us daily with His wealth.
He is the God, whose saving breath
The issues doth command from death.

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But God shall wound their hatefull head
Who wilfully in sins are led.
He said, I will my people keep,
From Bashan bring, & through the deep.
That so Thy foot (borne through the cries
Of fall'n, and dying enemies,)
May dipped be in slaughters flood;
And tongues of dogs lick up their blood.
How Thou, (my God & King,) we know
Didst in Thy Sanctuary go:
Singers lead to the Instrument,
Then Damsels with their Timbrels went,
Blesse God all yee from Iacob spring:
Small Benjamin their Ruler bring.
With Princely Iudah on the Throne,
Strong Nepthali, and Zebulon.
Thy God for thee did strength command
O let Thy work confirmed stand.
Then presents shall by Kings to Thee
In Salems Temple offer'd be.
Rebuke the peoples brutish spight;
Those scatter, who in war delight.
So Egypts Princes, and the Moore,
With hands stretch'd out shall thee adore.
Earth's Kingdomes sing, and praise ascribe
To God, who 'bove the Heavens doth ride

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His mighty voyce He out doth send:
His strength excells, the clouds to rend.
O God, Thou from thy Holy Place
With terrour dost thy foes amaze.
He strength and pow'r to Israel gives:
Blessed be God, who ever lives.