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Psalm 145.
[Great Lord, my God, and glorious King]
Great Lord, my God, and glorious King;
My soule triumphs thy bliss to sing:
While heavĕns shal last, with grateful praise
Bove heavĕn of heavĕns thy name I'le raize.
When Sun with Eastern rays up-springs;
And when doun West his flames he brings;
In toils of day, at nightli rest,
Ay praiz'd, and ay shalt thow be blest.
THY Greatnes first my mynd admires;
(Whose right like praises great requires;)
Thy boundles beĕing: which gulf to thought,
In bounds each creature fit hath wrought.
Thy woorks each age with praise recounts;
And powĕr, which puĭsance all surmounts:
And I, with wondrous acts, that light
Of glorious state will glad indite.
They prowĕs and valures strange confess:
I beautĕous Maiĕsti would express.
THY Goodnes next prezents sweet vieu:
Where bounties rich stil gifts renue.
Glad hands receive: and thankful tongs
Shal sound what praise such grace belongs.
Here who thy Iustice can forget;
Where hymns, where ioys are sweetly met:
Thy iustice fair, with merci cround;
Of glorious bliss th'al-gracious ground?
O LORD benign, of best desires,
To piti ay prone, unprone to ires,
Towărd all, thou good, thou full of grace;
Thy Mercies all thy woorks embrace.
THERFORE Great Sire, shal all thy woorks,
In heavĕn what shines, midst earth what lurks,
What e're disperst through worlds great frame,
Ay blaze, ay bless thy gracious name.
THEY chief, who deer of thee esteemd,
Live Saints on earth, from earth redeemd:
Thy kingdoms glories they shal teach;
Thy peerles strength they fearles preach.
That powĕr magnĭficent, bliss divine,
And beauties there which glorious shine,
May sons of men, to all made knowne,
All win to love and serve thy throne.
My soule triumphs thy bliss to sing:
While heavĕns shal last, with grateful praise
Bove heavĕn of heavĕns thy name I'le raize.
When Sun with Eastern rays up-springs;
And when doun West his flames he brings;
In toils of day, at nightli rest,
Ay praiz'd, and ay shalt thow be blest.
THY Greatnes first my mynd admires;
(Whose right like praises great requires;)
Thy boundles beĕing: which gulf to thought,
In bounds each creature fit hath wrought.
Thy woorks each age with praise recounts;
And powĕr, which puĭsance all surmounts:
And I, with wondrous acts, that light
Of glorious state will glad indite.
They prowĕs and valures strange confess:
I beautĕous Maiĕsti would express.
THY Goodnes next prezents sweet vieu:
Where bounties rich stil gifts renue.
Glad hands receive: and thankful tongs
Shal sound what praise such grace belongs.
Here who thy Iustice can forget;
Where hymns, where ioys are sweetly met:
Thy iustice fair, with merci cround;
Of glorious bliss th'al-gracious ground?
O LORD benign, of best desires,
To piti ay prone, unprone to ires,
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Thy Mercies all thy woorks embrace.
THERFORE Great Sire, shal all thy woorks,
In heavĕn what shines, midst earth what lurks,
What e're disperst through worlds great frame,
Ay blaze, ay bless thy gracious name.
THEY chief, who deer of thee esteemd,
Live Saints on earth, from earth redeemd:
Thy kingdoms glories they shal teach;
Thy peerles strength they fearles preach.
That powĕr magnĭficent, bliss divine,
And beauties there which glorious shine,
May sons of men, to all made knowne,
All win to love and serve thy throne.
THY Kingdom, Lord, nought Kingles leves;
Nor mĕsure of things, nor times receives:
Dominĭon boundles; evĕri place,
Each time, all things, dooth round embrace.
Here reigns our Lord, our bliss to breed;
Stil true of woord, stil iust of deed:
Who gracious, fallen man erects;
The sliding stays, the staid protects.
HERE eys of all thy care attend;
Thy care, due food which still dooth send:
Thou plentĕous hand o're world doost spred;
Whence each thing livĭng rests largely fed.
Thus all thy pleasure, Lord, partake;
Thy pleasure, still to good awake:
In righteŏus ways thus ay doost raign;
Ay kynd in all thy woorks remain.
AND lastly, Lord, thou dwellĕst on high;
Yet still to iust requests art nigh:
Thy servants suits fynd gracious ear;
Their safeti shewth thy aid is neer.
For impious race wilt all destroy:
And all who love thee seat in ioy.
Wherfore my mouth incessant praise
To thee shal pour: and all my days
My tong excite all humane flesh
Ay ay that sacred name to bless.
Nor mĕsure of things, nor times receives:
Dominĭon boundles; evĕri place,
Each time, all things, dooth round embrace.
Here reigns our Lord, our bliss to breed;
Stil true of woord, stil iust of deed:
Who gracious, fallen man erects;
The sliding stays, the staid protects.
HERE eys of all thy care attend;
Thy care, due food which still dooth send:
Thou plentĕous hand o're world doost spred;
Whence each thing livĭng rests largely fed.
Thus all thy pleasure, Lord, partake;
Thy pleasure, still to good awake:
In righteŏus ways thus ay doost raign;
Ay kynd in all thy woorks remain.
AND lastly, Lord, thou dwellĕst on high;
Yet still to iust requests art nigh:
Thy servants suits fynd gracious ear;
Their safeti shewth thy aid is neer.
For impious race wilt all destroy:
And all who love thee seat in ioy.
Wherfore my mouth incessant praise
To thee shal pour: and all my days
My tong excite all humane flesh
Ay ay that sacred name to bless.
| 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 | |