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

For They built up for ever last:
And are in Heav'n establish'd fast:
I to my chosen David sware,
And did by Covenant declare;
I stablish will thy seed alone,
And build to Thee a lasting Throne.

The Heav'ns Thy wonders praise confesse,
And Saints proclaime thy faithfulnesse.
For who in earth, or heaven are,
Whose might can with the Lord compare?
Fear'd by His Saints, by them implor'd,
And by His servants still ador'd.
O Lord of Hosts, who is so strong?
Whose word, like thine, endures so long?

Thou rul'st the Seas that rage and rise,
Whose swelling wave becalmed lies:
Thou Rahah brak'st, like one that's dead;
Thine arme thy foes hath scattered.
The Heav'ns are Thine, with earth's encrease,
And all the fulnesse growes from these.
The North & South thy pow'r did frame,
Tabor and Hermon praise thy Name.

Thy mighty arme is lifted high;
Thy right hand full of Majesty.
Thy Throne hath justice for its base,
Mercy and Truth before Thy face.

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Blessed are they, who at Thy Feasts,
And in Thy presence, are the guests.
They all the day rejoyce in Thee,
In righteousnes exalted be.

Thy strength and glory them adorne,
Whose favour shall lift up our horne.
The Lord to us doth safety bring;
Thy Holy one remaines our King.
In visions Thou to Him hast said:
I on my chosen help have lay'd.
I have my servant David found,
With Oyle annointed Him, & crown'd.

Confirm'd, and strength'ned by my arm
I will protect his life from harme.
No enemy on Him exact,
Nor hurt him shall, by wicked pact:
His foes beat down before him fly,
And shall by plagues consumed dy.
My mercy yet, to him assur'd,
Shall in his glory be secur'd.

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His right hand, lifted ore the maine,
Shall to the in-land rivers reigne.
He, crying in his prayers, shall,
My God, and Rock, and Father, call:
I'le make him heire, my first begot;
Above earth's Kings advance his lot:

167

To Him my mercy nere shall wast;
My Covenant stand ever fast.

His seed shall long endure, his Throne
Like Heav'ns unweary'd motion.
But if His Sons my Law forsake,
Or my Commands and Statutes break;
My rod shall punish their neglect,
My hand with stripes their sin correct.
Yet shall my love to him prevaile,
My Covenant nor change, nor faile.

To David have I sworne, that I
My promise would not falsify:
His seed shall governe, whil'st the sun
About the world his course doth run;
And like the Moon establish'd be
The faithfull pledg of my decree.
But thine annointed now thy wrath
Cast off, and quite abhorred hath.

Thou voyd hast made the Cov'nant seal'd;
Profan'd his crowne, his Rule repeal'd:
His Bulwarks broke, his fenses torne,
Make him his neighbour's spoyle, & scorne.
Thou strength'ned ha'st his foes right hand,
That he in battail cannot stand;
His sword wants edge, His glory's gone;
And to the earth cast down his throne.

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Thou short'ned hast his youth; His fame
Obscur'd, and cover'd is with shame.
Lord! wilt Thou ever from us turne?
Or shall, like fire, thine anger burne?
Remember yet how short my dayes;
How vaine man's life, how soon decaies
What mortall lives, who shall not dy
And in the pit of silence ly?

Where are thy mercies (Lord!) the faith
Thy oath to David plighted hath?
Remember (Lord) thy servants shame;
How mighty people us defame:
Thinke how thy foes have us abus'd,
And thine Annointed's steps traduc'd.
Yet shall my soul, how ere opprest,
Say evermore, The Lord be blest.

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Psal. LXXXIX.

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Second Part.