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Psalm 79.
[The Hethĕn, ô God, who fear not, no nor knowe]
The Hethĕn, ô God, who fear not, no nor knowe
Thy glorious name; into thy land are com:
And in thyn House, whence blessings pure did flowe,
With hands impure polluting facts haue doon.
DEFYLD thy sacred seat; thy rites profăned;
Thy treasures robd; thy Citti set on fire.
Ierusalem, earths ioy which earst was namĕd,
Throwne doun on heaps, sits now in lothed mire.
THY servants slain for loial love to thee:
Their bodies dead heăvens fouls cast out to feed:
And flesh of Saints, whose faith thyn eys did see,
To earths wyld beasts ingluvious throats decreed.
THEIR bloud, as torrent, streams about the wals
Of sad Ierusalem: no burriĕr found.
Opprobrious scorn, us grievous lot befals;
And laughings proud in neighbours mouths abound.
Thy glorious name; into thy land are com:
And in thyn House, whence blessings pure did flowe,
With hands impure polluting facts haue doon.
DEFYLD thy sacred seat; thy rites profăned;
Thy treasures robd; thy Citti set on fire.
Ierusalem, earths ioy which earst was namĕd,
Throwne doun on heaps, sits now in lothed mire.
THY servants slain for loial love to thee:
Their bodies dead heăvens fouls cast out to feed:
And flesh of Saints, whose faith thyn eys did see,
To earths wyld beasts ingluvious throats decreed.
THEIR bloud, as torrent, streams about the wals
Of sad Ierusalem: no burriĕr found.
Opprobrious scorn, us grievous lot befals;
And laughings proud in neighbours mouths abound.
HOW long, ô Lord? shal ever flame thyn ire?
Can no distress once moove to pitti take?
Thy iealous wrath, and shal it rage, like fire
Which water none, no tears, may e're asslake?
AH turn it first, gainst those, who nor invoke
Thy name, great Lord; nor knowe, or seeke thy face:
Gainst Hethen kingdoms; who with mortal stroke
Thy Iacob wound; lay wast his resting place.
Can no distress once moove to pitti take?
Thy iealous wrath, and shal it rage, like fire
Which water none, no tears, may e're asslake?
AH turn it first, gainst those, who nor invoke
Thy name, great Lord; nor knowe, or seeke thy face:
Gainst Hethen kingdoms; who with mortal stroke
Thy Iacob wound; lay wast his resting place.
REDUCE not, Lord, to thyn offended eys,
Those falts forepast, which, still unthankful, wee,
And fathers our, have doon: let grace arize,
Our soules from gilt of sorroed sins to free.
AND thou arize; and with thy mercies deer,
Prevent our instant deaths. Ah, case extreme
Denys delay. Help, source of goodnes meer;
And save vs thow, whence safeties all doo stream.
RESPECT, great Lord, the glori of thy name;
Which wee revere; our enimies proud despize,
Insulting Hethĕn: to say they doo not shame,
“Where's now the God on whom their hope relys?
BVT let our God make noble, in our sight,
To Hethen eys, his high revenging hand;
That giltles bloud, pourd out, and not in fight,
Of servants thyn, may full revenged stand.
AND let the sighs and moornings of thy Saints,
Who grone in chains, to thee access obtain:
And mighti arm, excited by their plaints,
Them rescue who now to death consignd remain.
THUS neighbours scorns, wherewith they thee reproach,
Sevĕnfold to them in bosom, Lord, restore.
We then thy folk, and flock, thyn acts shal broach;
With thanks and praise will evĕr our God adore.
Those falts forepast, which, still unthankful, wee,
And fathers our, have doon: let grace arize,
Our soules from gilt of sorroed sins to free.
AND thou arize; and with thy mercies deer,
Prevent our instant deaths. Ah, case extreme
Denys delay. Help, source of goodnes meer;
And save vs thow, whence safeties all doo stream.
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Which wee revere; our enimies proud despize,
Insulting Hethĕn: to say they doo not shame,
“Where's now the God on whom their hope relys?
BVT let our God make noble, in our sight,
To Hethen eys, his high revenging hand;
That giltles bloud, pourd out, and not in fight,
Of servants thyn, may full revenged stand.
AND let the sighs and moornings of thy Saints,
Who grone in chains, to thee access obtain:
And mighti arm, excited by their plaints,
Them rescue who now to death consignd remain.
THUS neighbours scorns, wherewith they thee reproach,
Sevĕnfold to them in bosom, Lord, restore.
We then thy folk, and flock, thyn acts shal broach;
With thanks and praise will evĕr our God adore.
| 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 | |