A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXXIX.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXXXIX.
Thy Mercies, Lord, shall be my Song
And Theme of endless Praise;
I will proclaim thy Truth, as long
As Time has coming Days.
For I have said, for ever Love,
And Mercy shall remain;
Thou wilt as firm, as Heav'n above,
Thy Faithfulness maintain.
And Theme of endless Praise;
I will proclaim thy Truth, as long
As Time has coming Days.
For I have said, for ever Love,
And Mercy shall remain;
Thou wilt as firm, as Heav'n above,
Thy Faithfulness maintain.
I in a sacred Covenant
To David Witness bore,
That I would ratify my Grant,
I to my Servant Swore.
Thy House for ever I will build,
And ever fix thy Throne;
The Heav'ns shall with thy Praise be fill'd,
The Saints thy Truth shall own.
To David Witness bore,
That I would ratify my Grant,
I to my Servant Swore.
Thy House for ever I will build,
And ever fix thy Throne;
The Heav'ns shall with thy Praise be fill'd,
The Saints thy Truth shall own.
Part II.
Lord God of Hosts, where is the God
That shews such Strength as Thine?
Who e'er such faithful Steps have trod,
As in thy Conduct shine?
Thy Word the Ocean do's controul,
Which Storms with Uproar fill;
If rising Waves begin to roll,
Thou do'st the Tumult still.
That shews such Strength as Thine?
Who e'er such faithful Steps have trod,
As in thy Conduct shine?
Thy Word the Ocean do's controul,
Which Storms with Uproar fill;
If rising Waves begin to roll,
Thou do'st the Tumult still.
Egypt in pieces Thou hast broke,
As a slain Man she lies;
And by thy Arm's resistless Stroke
The Foe before Thee flies.
Lord of the World, the Heav'ns are Thine,
The Earth and all Things there;
For Heav'n and Earth, of Love divine
And Might, the Creatures are.
As a slain Man she lies;
And by thy Arm's resistless Stroke
The Foe before Thee flies.
Lord of the World, the Heav'ns are Thine,
The Earth and all Things there;
For Heav'n and Earth, of Love divine
And Might, the Creatures are.
The Land that north and southward lies,
Rose at thy pow'rful Voice;
Tabor and Hermon mid'st the Skies,
Shall in thy Name rejoyce.
Thou hast a mighty Arm, thy Hand
Is strong, thy Right-hand high;
Thy Throne do's fix'd by Justice stand,
And Mercy's in thine Eye.
Rose at thy pow'rful Voice;
Tabor and Hermon mid'st the Skies,
Shall in thy Name rejoyce.
Thou hast a mighty Arm, thy Hand
Is strong, thy Right-hand high;
Thy Throne do's fix'd by Justice stand,
And Mercy's in thine Eye.
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Part III.
Thee, Jacob, God thy Shield defends,
And Israel's Holy One,
From his high Dignity, descends,
To sit on Israel's Throne.
A Vision to his Prophet said
Sent from the Seats of Light,
Help on my Chosen, I have laid,
And rais'd up one of Might.
And Israel's Holy One,
From his high Dignity, descends,
To sit on Israel's Throne.
A Vision to his Prophet said
Sent from the Seats of Light,
Help on my Chosen, I have laid,
And rais'd up one of Might.
My Servant David I have found,
My Oyl upon him shed;
And I'll uphold the King, I crown'd,
And his Dominion spread.
The Enemy shall not distress,
Nor him by Arms controul;
Nor shall the Sons of Wickedness
Afflict his righteous Soul.
My Oyl upon him shed;
And I'll uphold the King, I crown'd,
And his Dominion spread.
The Enemy shall not distress,
Nor him by Arms controul;
Nor shall the Sons of Wickedness
Afflict his righteous Soul.
I will subdue before his Face
His proud and crafty Foes,
And sorely Plague the wicked Race,
That hate Him and oppose.
But on my Truth and Mercy sworn,
He firmly may rely;
And in my Name his conqu'ring Horn
Shall be exalted High.
His proud and crafty Foes,
And sorely Plague the wicked Race,
That hate Him and oppose.
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He firmly may rely;
And in my Name his conqu'ring Horn
Shall be exalted High.
To the Sea's Bound'ries on the West
His Empire I'll extend,
And the great River on the East
Its Frontier shall defend.
He'll me his Father, God, the Rock
Of his Salvation own;
This First-born of my filial Stock
I'll o'er the Kings enthrone.
His Empire I'll extend,
And the great River on the East
Its Frontier shall defend.
He'll me his Father, God, the Rock
Of his Salvation own;
This First-born of my filial Stock
I'll o'er the Kings enthrone.
Part IV.
My Judgments should his Sons despise,
My Precepts disobey,
Should they Unrighteousness devise,
And from my Statutes stray.
Then will I, tho' to punish slow,
To visit them begin;
My Rod shall my Displeasure show,
My Stripes chastise their Sin:
My Precepts disobey,
Should they Unrighteousness devise,
And from my Statutes stray.
Then will I, tho' to punish slow,
To visit them begin;
My Rod shall my Displeasure show,
My Stripes chastise their Sin:
Yet never shall my Wrath prevail
Quite to suppress my Love;
Ne'er shall my promis'd Mercy fail,
But still I'll Faithful prove.
My Covenant I will not break,
Nor, what I said, deny;
I by my Holiness did speak,
Nor will to David lie.
Quite to suppress my Love;
Ne'er shall my promis'd Mercy fail,
But still I'll Faithful prove.
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Nor, what I said, deny;
I by my Holiness did speak,
Nor will to David lie.
His House and Throne no End shall know,
But with the Sun shall vie;
Sure as the Moon, and beauteous Bow
God's Witness in the Skie.
But notwithstanding what, O Lord,
Thou hast to David sworn,
Thou thy Anointed hast abhor'd,
And cast him off in Scorn.
But with the Sun shall vie;
Sure as the Moon, and beauteous Bow
God's Witness in the Skie.
But notwithstanding what, O Lord,
Thou hast to David sworn,
Thou thy Anointed hast abhor'd,
And cast him off in Scorn.
Thou mad'st thy Servant's Compact void,
Spurn'd in the Dust his Crown;
All his strong Places hast destroy'd,
And broke his Fences down.
He's spoil'd by all, that pass him by,
They mock the King, thy Choice;
Thou hast advanc'd his Rivals high,
And made his Foes rejoyce.
Spurn'd in the Dust his Crown;
All his strong Places hast destroy'd,
And broke his Fences down.
He's spoil'd by all, that pass him by,
They mock the King, thy Choice;
Thou hast advanc'd his Rivals high,
And made his Foes rejoyce.
Part V.
Short Thou hast cut our Sov'raign's Reign,
And spread his Youth with Shame;
Still shall thy Face conceal'd remain?
Like Fire, thy Fury flame?
Think, Lord, to me how small a Span
Of Life thou do'st ordain;
Why hast Thou then on short-liv'd Man
Laid so much Grief and Pain?
And spread his Youth with Shame;
Still shall thy Face conceal'd remain?
Like Fire, thy Fury flame?
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Of Life thou do'st ordain;
Why hast Thou then on short-liv'd Man
Laid so much Grief and Pain?
What Man shall not confess at length
His Life he cannot save,
Nor by his Art, or mighty Strength,
Escape th' expecting Grave?
Where is thy former Kindness now,
Thy Mercy, Lord, and Care,
The Blessings, undeserv'd, which Thou
Had'st oft to David sware?
His Life he cannot save,
Nor by his Art, or mighty Strength,
Escape th' expecting Grave?
Where is thy former Kindness now,
Thy Mercy, Lord, and Care,
The Blessings, undeserv'd, which Thou
Had'st oft to David sware?
Remember, Lord, the scornful Words
Cast on us by the Foe;
How the Reproaches of great Lords broach'd
Deep in my Bosom go:
The sharp Reproaches which they broach'd
To Thee, O Lord, well known,
Which have th' expected Steps reproach'd
Of thy anointed One.
Cast on us by the Foe;
How the Reproaches of great Lords broach'd
Deep in my Bosom go:
The sharp Reproaches which they broach'd
To Thee, O Lord, well known,
Which have th' expected Steps reproach'd
Of thy anointed One.
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