 | Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour |  |
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Psalm 25.
[To thee his faithful soule thy servant, Lord, dooth rear]
To thee his faithful soule thy servant, Lord, dooth rear:
My God, my trust: ô dain hir humblest suits to hear.
And let not black disgrace my lifes pure light obscure;
And frustrate hope proud foes insulting ioys alure.
Let none who thee attend, abasing shame depress:
Depress it those, thy law who causeles ah transgress.
IN LIGHTEN Lord my soule so with thy guiding grace,
That I thy trueth may fynd, and found may firm embrace,
Revele thy paths divine: ô thow my Saviŏur deer:
To thee perennal hope, eternal love adhere.
My God, my trust: ô dain hir humblest suits to hear.
And let not black disgrace my lifes pure light obscure;
And frustrate hope proud foes insulting ioys alure.
Let none who thee attend, abasing shame depress:
Depress it those, thy law who causeles ah transgress.
IN LIGHTEN Lord my soule so with thy guiding grace,
That I thy trueth may fynd, and found may firm embrace,
Revele thy paths divine: ô thow my Saviŏur deer:
To thee perennal hope, eternal love adhere.
THOSE gracioŭs mercies, Lord, which from thy goodnes spring,
And ay thy woorks orespred, to myndful presence bring.
And from thy sight remoove, the wyldnes of my youth,
The sins age more mature with sad remorse persŭeth.
O thow who goodnes art! evĕn for that goodnes sake,
With merci mee behold, so soules iust grief asslake.
MOST righteŏus gracious Lord! He sinners shew'th his way;
To humble mynds, myld spĭrits, his iustice will display.
All trueth, yea merci all, his paths to them remain,
His witnest will who seek, and covĕnant great maintain.
Then for thy gracious name, propitiŏus mee behold:
My sin (ah Lord, how great?) in merci great upfold.
THRISE happi man, whose hart Gods sacred fear endues:
For him shal grace direct, to bliss right way to chooze.
And here his soule at ease midst blessings rich shal sit:
And goods wel got, secure, to childrens seed transmit.
These heavĕnli leaug partake: yea misteries high, conceald
From worldli wits, to them from heavĕn shal be reveald.
O THEN my waiting eys, on God stil fixed bee:
For hee from snaring net my feet wil rightĕous free.
Turn then at length thy face, in bliss who sitst on high;
Since poor abandond wretch to onli thee dooth fly.
Ah Lord; as wave dooth wave, so wo dooth wo pursue:
As day dooth day, fresh griefs so griefs forepast renue.
But thow, my streits, my pain, my labours, Lord, respect:
And on my sins, their cause, ah merci, Lord, reflect.
BEHOLD my raging foes; how thick their musters growe,
Whose poisĕned gals, uncausd, with bittĕrest hate oreflowe.
But thow, Preserver great, my soule from force uniust,
My face from shame protect: who livĕst my onli trust!
My onli trust, and hope! on safegard none I build,
Save what myn upright cause, and goodnes thyn shal yield.
These then my gardiăns stand. And thow, benign, with mee,
Thyn Israĕl deer, great Lord, from pressures all enfree.
And ay thy woorks orespred, to myndful presence bring.
And from thy sight remoove, the wyldnes of my youth,
The sins age more mature with sad remorse persŭeth.
O thow who goodnes art! evĕn for that goodnes sake,
With merci mee behold, so soules iust grief asslake.
MOST righteŏus gracious Lord! He sinners shew'th his way;
To humble mynds, myld spĭrits, his iustice will display.
All trueth, yea merci all, his paths to them remain,
His witnest will who seek, and covĕnant great maintain.
Then for thy gracious name, propitiŏus mee behold:
My sin (ah Lord, how great?) in merci great upfold.
THRISE happi man, whose hart Gods sacred fear endues:
For him shal grace direct, to bliss right way to chooze.
And here his soule at ease midst blessings rich shal sit:
And goods wel got, secure, to childrens seed transmit.
These heavĕnli leaug partake: yea misteries high, conceald
From worldli wits, to them from heavĕn shal be reveald.
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For hee from snaring net my feet wil rightĕous free.
Turn then at length thy face, in bliss who sitst on high;
Since poor abandond wretch to onli thee dooth fly.
Ah Lord; as wave dooth wave, so wo dooth wo pursue:
As day dooth day, fresh griefs so griefs forepast renue.
But thow, my streits, my pain, my labours, Lord, respect:
And on my sins, their cause, ah merci, Lord, reflect.
BEHOLD my raging foes; how thick their musters growe,
Whose poisĕned gals, uncausd, with bittĕrest hate oreflowe.
But thow, Preserver great, my soule from force uniust,
My face from shame protect: who livĕst my onli trust!
My onli trust, and hope! on safegard none I build,
Save what myn upright cause, and goodnes thyn shal yield.
These then my gardiăns stand. And thow, benign, with mee,
Thyn Israĕl deer, great Lord, from pressures all enfree.
| Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour | |