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Psalm 63 Deus, Deus meus
O God, the God where all my forces ly,
How doe I hunt for thee with early haste!
How is for thee my spirit thirsty dry!
How gaspes my soule for thy refreshing taste!
Wittnesse this waterlesse, this weary waste:
Whence, O that I againe transfer'd might be,
Thy glorious might in sacred place to see.
How doe I hunt for thee with early haste!
How is for thee my spirit thirsty dry!
How gaspes my soule for thy refreshing taste!
Wittnesse this waterlesse, this weary waste:
Whence, O that I againe transfer'd might be,
Thy glorious might in sacred place to see.
Then on thy praise would I my lipps employ,
With whose kind mercies nothing may contend;
No, not this life it self, whose care and joy
In prayeng voice, and lifted hands should end.
This to my soule should such a banquet send,
That, sweetly fed, my mouth should sing thy name
In gladdest notes contented mirth could frame.
With whose kind mercies nothing may contend;
No, not this life it self, whose care and joy
In prayeng voice, and lifted hands should end.
This to my soule should such a banquet send,
That, sweetly fed, my mouth should sing thy name
In gladdest notes contented mirth could frame.
And lo, ev'n heer I mind thee in my bedd,
And interrupt my sleepes with nightly thought,
How thou hast bene the target of my hedd,
How thy wings shadow hath my safty wrought.
And, though my body from thy view be brought,
Yet fixt on thee my loving soule remaines,
Whose right right hand from falling, me retaines.
And interrupt my sleepes with nightly thought,
How thou hast bene the target of my hedd,
How thy wings shadow hath my safty wrought.
And, though my body from thy view be brought,
Yet fixt on thee my loving soule remaines,
Whose right right hand from falling, me retaines.
But such as seeke my life to ruinate,
Them shall the earth in deepest gulph receave.
First murdring blade shall end their living date,
And then their flesh to teeth of foxes leave;
As for the king, the king shall then conceave
High joy in God, and'll that God adore,
When lying mouthes, shall, stopped, ly no more.
Them shall the earth in deepest gulph receave.
First murdring blade shall end their living date,
And then their flesh to teeth of foxes leave;
As for the king, the king shall then conceave
High joy in God, and'll that God adore,
When lying mouthes, shall, stopped, ly no more.
| The psalms | |