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. CXLVII.
Praise ye the Lord: for it is good
praise to our God to sing:
For it is pleasant, and to praise
it is a comely thing.
God doth build up Jerusalem;
and he it is alone
That the disperst of Israel
doth gather into one.
praise to our God to sing:
For it is pleasant, and to praise
it is a comely thing.
God doth build up Jerusalem;
and he it is alone
That the disperst of Israel
doth gather into one.
Those, that are broken in their hearts
and grieved in their mindes,
He healeth, and their painful wounds
he tenderly up-bindes.
He counts the number of the stars,
he names them every one.
Great is our Lord, & of great power:
his wisdom search can none.
and grieved in their mindes,
He healeth, and their painful wounds
he tenderly up-bindes.
He counts the number of the stars,
he names them every one.
Great is our Lord, & of great power:
his wisdom search can none.
The Lord lifts up the meek, & casts
the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord, & give him thanks
on harp his praises sound:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds
who for the earth below
Prepareth rain, who maketh grasse
upon the mountains grow.
the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord, & give him thanks
on harp his praises sound:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds
who for the earth below
Prepareth rain, who maketh grasse
upon the mountains grow.
He gives the beast his food, he feeds
the ravens young, that cry.
His pleasure not in horses strength
nor in mans legs doth ly:
But in all those, that do him fear,
the Lord doth pleasure take,
In those that to his mercy do
by hope themselves betake.
the ravens young, that cry.
His pleasure not in horses strength
nor in mans legs doth ly:
But in all those, that do him fear,
the Lord doth pleasure take,
In those that to his mercy do
by hope themselves betake.
The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;
Zion, thy God confesse:
For thy gates bars he maketh strong
thy sons in thee doth blesse.
He in thy borders maketh peace:
with fine wheat filleth thee.
he sends forth his command on earth
his words runs speedilie.
Zion, thy God confesse:
For thy gates bars he maketh strong
thy sons in thee doth blesse.
He in thy borders maketh peace:
with fine wheat filleth thee.
he sends forth his command on earth
his words runs speedilie.
Hoar frost like ashes, scattereth he:
like wool he snow doth give:
Like morsels casteth forth his yee;
who in its cold can live?
He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again:
His winds he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.
like wool he snow doth give:
Like morsels casteth forth his yee;
who in its cold can live?
He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again:
His winds he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.
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