The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

How lovely, Thou great Lord of war,
Thy Tabernacles are!
My longing soule is faint, and pain'd,
Whilst from thy Courts restrain'd.
My heart, my flesh, with all that give
Me pow'r to move, or live,
Cry loud, till they admitted be
The living God to see.

Yea Sparrows find a house to rest;
The Swallow builds hir nest:
Their young they to thine Altar bring,
O Lord, my God and King.
Blessed are they, who all their daies
Thee in thy Temple praise.
Blest is the man, whose strength Thou art;
Whose wayes direct his heart.

Who passing through the mournfull vale,
Where springs and comforts faile,
Make wells in Baca's barren plaine,
And pooles to fill with raine.

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They go from strength to strength, nor faint
Through wearinesse or want;
Till to thy House approaching neare
In Sion they appeare.

Lord God of Hosts, my prayer heare;
O Iacob's God give eare!
O God our Shield, looke downe with grace
On Thine Annointed's face.
One day, which in Thy Courts He spends,
Thousands of ours transcends.
Id rather keep a door with thee,
Then all earth's glory see.

For God our shield, our Sun, and light,
Crownes those that walk upright.
Nor failes all good such men to give,
Who in His Statutes live.
O Lord of Hosts, great God of Might,
Who dwell'st in endlesse light:
How blessed shall that servant be,
Who puts his trust in Thee?

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Psal. LXXXIV.