The Psalmes Of David In Meeter Newly translated, and diligently compared with the Originall Text, and former Translations: More plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the Text, then any heretofore. Allowed by the Authority of the Generall Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in Congregations and Families [by Francis Rous] |
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PSAL. CXLIV.
O blessed ever be the Lord,
who is my strength and might,
Who doth instruct my hands to war,
my fingers teach to fight.
My goodnesse, fortresse, my high tow'r
deliverer and shield,
In whom I trust; who under me
my people makes to yeeld.
who is my strength and might,
Who doth instruct my hands to war,
my fingers teach to fight.
My goodnesse, fortresse, my high tow'r
deliverer and shield,
In whom I trust; who under me
my people makes to yeeld.
Lord, what is man, that thou of him
dost so much knowledge take?
Or son of man, that thou of him
so great account dost make?
Man is like vanity: his dayes,
as shadows, passe away.
Lord, bow thy heav'ns come down, touch thou
the hils, and smoke shal they.
dost so much knowledge take?
Or son of man, that thou of him
so great account dost make?
Man is like vanity: his dayes,
as shadows, passe away.
Lord, bow thy heav'ns come down, touch thou
the hils, and smoke shal they.
Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them
thine arrows shoot, them rout.
Thine hand send frō above, me save,
from great depths draw me out:
And from the hand of children strange
Whose mouth speaks vanity:
And their right hand is a right hand
that works deceitfully.
thine arrows shoot, them rout.
Thine hand send frō above, me save,
from great depths draw me out:
And from the hand of children strange
Whose mouth speaks vanity:
And their right hand is a right hand
that works deceitfully.
A new song I to thee wil sing,
Lord, on a psalterie;
I, on a ten-string'd instrument,
wil praises sing to thee.
Ev'n he it is, that unto Kings
salvation doth send:
Who his own servant David doth
from hurtful sword defend.
Lord, on a psalterie;
I, on a ten-string'd instrument,
wil praises sing to thee.
Ev'n he it is, that unto Kings
salvation doth send:
Who his own servant David doth
from hurtful sword defend.
O free me frō strange childrens hand
whose mouth speaks vanity;
And their right hand a right hand is,
that works deceitfully.
That as the plants our sons may be
in youth grown up that are;
Our daughters like to corner stones
crav'd like a palace fair.
whose mouth speaks vanity;
And their right hand a right hand is,
that works deceitfully.
That as the plants our sons may be
in youth grown up that are;
Our daughters like to corner stones
crav'd like a palace fair.
That to afford all kinde of store
our garners may be fil'd;
That our sheep thousands in our streets
ten thousands they may yeeld.
That strong our oxen be for work,
that no in breaking be,
Nor going out, and that our streets
may from complaints be free.
our garners may be fil'd;
That our sheep thousands in our streets
ten thousands they may yeeld.
That strong our oxen be for work,
that no in breaking be,
Nor going out, and that our streets
may from complaints be free.
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