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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Psal. XCV.
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Psal. XCV.
O come, and let us to the Lord,
Our cheerfull Songs record:
Unto our Rock lift up our voice,
And make a joyfull noyse.
Let us with praise sent up on high
Approach His presence nigh:
With Psalmes and Anthems glad expresse
Our bounden thankfulnes.
Our cheerfull Songs record:
Unto our Rock lift up our voice,
And make a joyfull noyse.
Let us with praise sent up on high
Approach His presence nigh:
With Psalmes and Anthems glad expresse
Our bounden thankfulnes.
He is the God and King, whose hand
The spatious earth hath spann'd:
By Him steep hills, and seas were made;
The dry land by Him lay'd.
Come, let us worship and adore,
Kneel downe the Lord before:
For He our God is, we His care,
His sheep, and people are.
The spatious earth hath spann'd:
By Him steep hills, and seas were made;
The dry land by Him lay'd.
Come, let us worship and adore,
Kneel downe the Lord before:
For He our God is, we His care,
His sheep, and people are.
To day if ye His voice will heare,
No hard'ned heart bring neare;
Like that provoking in the day
You in the desart lay.
When your fore-fathers tempted me,
Who did my wonders see:
And forty yeares you Tribes did pass,
Wherein I grieved was.
No hard'ned heart bring neare;
Like that provoking in the day
You in the desart lay.
When your fore-fathers tempted me,
Who did my wonders see:
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Wherein I grieved was.
I said, my people err in heart,
And wilfully depart;
My wayes prescrib'd they have not know'n,
Nor in my precepts gone.
To whom my just incensed wrath
By oath protested hath,
Those murmurers should nere be blest,
Or enter to my rest.
And wilfully depart;
My wayes prescrib'd they have not know'n,
Nor in my precepts gone.
To whom my just incensed wrath
By oath protested hath,
Those murmurers should nere be blest,
Or enter to my rest.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |