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. IV.
God of my righteousnesse attend,
When my requests ascend.
Thou hast enlarg'd me in distresse,
And eas'd my heavinesse.
How long O Mortals will ye shame
The glory of my Name?
How long will ye love vanities,
And take delight in Lies?
When my requests ascend.
Thou hast enlarg'd me in distresse,
And eas'd my heavinesse.
How long O Mortals will ye shame
The glory of my Name?
How long will ye love vanities,
And take delight in Lies?
Know that the Lord elected hath
Men of unmoved faith.
He, when before His throne I cry,
Will not my suite deny.
Stand of His greatnesse then in awe,
Nor sinne against His Law.
When on your bed retir'd, and still,
O meditate his will?
Men of unmoved faith.
He, when before His throne I cry,
Will not my suite deny.
Stand of His greatnesse then in awe,
Nor sinne against His Law.
When on your bed retir'd, and still,
O meditate his will?
Of Righteousnesse the Offering
To God your maker bring:
And on the hope of His defence,
Place all your confidence.
Yet some, who Him not understood,
Aske, who shall doe us good?
Lord let thy face, & beames divine,
On us thy servants shine.
To God your maker bring:
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Place all your confidence.
Yet some, who Him not understood,
Aske, who shall doe us good?
Lord let thy face, & beames divine,
On us thy servants shine.
Thou fill'st my heart with greater joyes,
Then theirs, whom plenty cloyes.
Who reape their fruits in time of peace,
whose Corne, and Wine encrease.
I lay mee downe, with quiet blest,
To take my sleep, and rest:
For thou, whose goodnesse doth excell,
Mak'st me in safety dwell.
Then theirs, whom plenty cloyes.
Who reape their fruits in time of peace,
whose Corne, and Wine encrease.
I lay mee downe, with quiet blest,
To take my sleep, and rest:
For thou, whose goodnesse doth excell,
Mak'st me in safety dwell.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |