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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 | The Psalmes Of David In Meeter |  |
PSAL. LXXI.
O Lord, my hope and confidence
is plac'd in thee alone
Then let thy servant never be:
put to confusion.
And let me, in thy righteousnesse,
from thee deliv'rance have;
Cause me escape, incline thine ear
unto me, and me save.
is plac'd in thee alone
Then let thy servant never be:
put to confusion.
And let me, in thy righteousnesse,
from thee deliv'rance have;
Cause me escape, incline thine ear
unto me, and me save.
Be thou my dwelling rock, to which
I ever may resort:
Thou gav'st commandment me to save
for thou'rt my rock and sort.
Free me, my God, from wicked hands
hands cruel and unjust.
For thou, O Lord God, art my hope,
and, from my youth, my trust.
I ever may resort:
Thou gav'st commandment me to save
for thou'rt my rock and sort.
Free me, my God, from wicked hands
hands cruel and unjust.
For thou, O Lord God, art my hope,
and, from my youth, my trust.
Thou from the womb didst hold me up:
thou art the same that me
Out of my mothers bowels took,
I ever wil praise thee,
To many I'a wonder am;
but thou'rt my refuge strong.
Fll'd let my mouth be with thy praise
and honour, all day long.
thou art the same that me
Out of my mothers bowels took,
I ever wil praise thee,
To many I'a wonder am;
but thou'rt my refuge strong.
Fll'd let my mouth be with thy praise
and honour, all day long.
O do not cast me off, when as
old age doth overtake me;
And, when my strength decayed is,
then do not thou forsake me.
For those that are mine enemies,
against me speak with hate:
And, they together counsel take
that for my soul lay wait.
old age doth overtake me;
And, when my strength decayed is,
then do not thou forsake me.
For those that are mine enemies,
against me speak with hate:
And, they together counsel take
that for my soul lay wait.
They said, God leavs him; him pursue
and take; none wil him save.
Be thou not far from me, my God:
thy speedy help I crave.
Confound, consume them, that unto
my soul are enemies:
Cloath'd be they with reproach and shame
that do my hurt devise.
and take; none wil him save.
Be thou not far from me, my God:
thy speedy help I crave.
Confound, consume them, that unto
my soul are enemies:
Cloath'd be they with reproach and shame
that do my hurt devise.
But I with expectation
wil hope continually;
And yet with praises more and more
I wil thee magnify.
Thy justice and salvation
my mouth abroad shal show,
Ev'n all the day, for I thereof
the numbers do not know.
wil hope continually;
And yet with praises more and more
I wil thee magnify.
Thy justice and salvation
my mouth abroad shal show,
Ev'n all the day, for I thereof
the numbers do not know.
And I wil constantly go on
in strength of God, the Lord:
And thine own righteousnesse, ev'n thine
alone, I wil record.
For, even from my youth, O God,
by Thee I have been taught;
And hitherto I have declar'd
the wonders Thou hast wrought.
in strength of God, the Lord:
And thine own righteousnesse, ev'n thine
alone, I wil record.
For, even from my youth, O God,
by Thee I have been taught;
And hitherto I have declar'd
the wonders Thou hast wrought.
And now, Lord, leave me not, when
old and gray-headed grow;
Till to this age thy strength & pow'r
to all to come I show.
And thy most perfect righteousnes,
O Lord, is very high,
Who hast so great things done: O God
who is like unto thee?
old and gray-headed grow;
to all to come I show.
And thy most perfect righteousnes,
O Lord, is very high,
Who hast so great things done: O God
who is like unto thee?
Thou Lord, who great adversities,
and sore to me didst show,
Shalt quicken, and bring me again
from depths of earth below.
My greatnes, & my pow'r thou wilt
increase and far extend:
On every side, against all grief,
thou wilt me comfort send.
and sore to me didst show,
Shalt quicken, and bring me again
from depths of earth below.
My greatnes, & my pow'r thou wilt
increase and far extend:
On every side, against all grief,
thou wilt me comfort send.
Thee, ev'n thy truth I'le also praise
my God, with psalterie:
Thou holy one of Israel,
with harp I'le sing to thee.
My lips shal much rejoyce in thee,
when I thy praises sound:
My soul, which thou redeemed hast,
in joy shal much abound.
my God, with psalterie:
Thou holy one of Israel,
with harp I'le sing to thee.
My lips shal much rejoyce in thee,
when I thy praises sound:
My soul, which thou redeemed hast,
in joy shal much abound.
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