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The Book of Psalms in English Metre

The Newest Version Fitted to the Common Tunes. By Charles Darby

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 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
 XXIII. 
 XXIV. 
 XXV. 
 XXVI. 
 XXVII. 
 XXVIII. 
 XXIX. 
 XXX. 
 XXXI. 
 XXXII. 
 XXXIII. 
 XXXIV. 
 XXXV. 
 XXXVI. 
 XXXVII. 
 XXXVIII. 
 XXXIX. 
 XL. 
 XLI. 
 XLII. 
 XLIII. 
 XLIV. 
 XLV. 
 XLVI. 
 XLVII. 
 XLVIII. 
 XLIX. 
 L. 
 LI. 
 LII. 
 LIII. 
 LIV. 
 LV. 
 LVI. 
 LVII. 
 LVIII. 
 LIX. 
 LX. 
 LXI. 
 LXII. 
 LXIII. 
 LXIV. 
 LXV. 
 LXVI. 
 LXVII. 
 LXVIII. 
 LXIX. 
 LXX. 
 LXXI. 
 LXXII. 
 LXXIII. 
 LXXIV. 
 LXXV. 
 LXXVI. 
 LXXVII. 
 LXXVIII. 
 LXXIX. 
 LXXX. 
 LXXXI. 
 LXXXII. 
 LXXXIII. 
 LXXXIV. 
 LXXXV. 
 LXXXVI. 
 LXXXVII. 
 LXXXVIII. 
 LXXXIX. 
 XC. 
 XCI. 
 XCII. 
 XCIII. 
 XCIV. 
 XCV. 
 XCVI. 
 XCVII. 
 XCVIII. 
 XCIX. 
 C. 
 CI. 
 CII. 
 CIII. 
 CIV. 
 CV. 
 CVI. 
 CVII. 
 CVIII. 
 CIX. 
 CX. 
 CXI. 
 CXII. 
 CXIII. 
 CXIV. 
 CXV. 
 CXVI. 
 CXVII. 
 CXVIII. 
Psalm CXVIII.
 CXIX. 
 CXX. 
 CXXI. 
 CXXII. 
 CXXIII. 
 CXXIV. 
 CXXV. 
 CXXVI. 
 CXXVII. 
 CXXVIII. 
 CXXIX. 
 CXXX. 
 CXXXI. 
 CXXXII. 
 CXXXIII. 
 CXXXIV. 
 CXXXV. 
 CXXXVI. 
 CXXXVII. 
 CXXXVIII. 
 CXXXIX. 
 CXL. 
 CLXI. 
 CXLII. 
 CXLIII. 
 CXLIV. 
 CXLV. 
 CXLVI. 
 CXLVII. 
 CXLVIII. 
 CXLIX. 
 CL. 
  

Psalm CXVIII.

1

O thank the Lord, for he is good,
His mercies endless are:
And let the house of Israel
The self-same thing declare.

2

Let Aaron's house acknowledge it,
And all that fear the Lord,
That his compassions have no end.
Confess with one accord.

3

I cry'd to him in my distress,
And he did answer me:
And when I was in greatest straits
His hand did set me free.

4

I will not fear what man can do,
Since God will take my part:
And grant me my desire on them,
That hate me from their heart.

5

Better it is to trust in God,
Than on man's help rely:
Better it is to trust in God,
Than kings and princes high.

6

Though nations compass me about,
I will destroy them all:

194

They compass, yea they compass me,
But through the Lord shall fall.

7

When they like bees about me flew,
I quench'd lhem like the flame
Of thorns; and will destroy them all
In his most holy name:

8

They pressed hard to beat me down,
But he did succour bring:
He is my Saviour, and my strength,
And I to him will sing.

9

Among the tents of righteous men,
Great shouts of joy are heard:
The Lord's right hand great things hath done,
And gloriously appear'd.

10

I shall not die, but live to shew
The Lord's great power and might:
Who, though he did chastise me sore,
Did not forsake me quite.

11

Set open then the gates to me,
The gates of righteousness:
That I into his house may go,
And there his praise confess.

12

This is the gate of God's own house,
Where righteous men resort:
The Lord hath heard and saved me,
And I will praise him for't.

13

The stone is on the corner set,
The builders did despise:

195

This is the mighty work of God,
And wondrous in our eyes.

14

This is the day the Lord has made,
And we with joy will cry,
Hosanna to the Son of God,
With all prosperity.

15

O blessed be the King that comes
In God's most holy name:
And from the temple of the Lord,
Let all resound the same.

16

Since God the Lord has shew'd us light,
Let us with thankful mind,
Our sacrifice and offerings
Upon his altar bind.

17

Thou art my God, and thee to praise
I never will forbear:
Thou art my God, and thus I will
Exalt thee every where.

18

“O pay your thanks unto the Lord;
“His goodness All adore:
“Because his mercy and his love
“Endure for evermore.