A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XCII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XCII.
Praises and Thanks to God convey,
For it is good and Right,
To shew his Kindness all the Day,
His Mercy ev'ry Night.
Upon a Ten-string'd Instrument,
Joyn'd with the Psalt'ries Sound,
And on the Harp, which with Consent
Sweet Harmony compound.
For it is good and Right,
To shew his Kindness all the Day,
His Mercy ev'ry Night.
Upon a Ten-string'd Instrument,
Joyn'd with the Psalt'ries Sound,
And on the Harp, which with Consent
Sweet Harmony compound.
Triumph to me thy Works afford,
The Works, thy Hand has wrought;
How mighty are thy Deeds, O Lord,
And how profound thy Thought?
The brutish Fool can't this descry,
That when the wicked thrives,
And springs, like Grass, his Ruin's nigh;
But God for ever lives.
The Works, thy Hand has wrought;
How mighty are thy Deeds, O Lord,
And how profound thy Thought?
The brutish Fool can't this descry,
That when the wicked thrives,
And springs, like Grass, his Ruin's nigh;
But God for ever lives.
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For see thy Foes, Lord, see thy Foes
Are to Destruction doom'd;
And Sinners, who thy Laws oppose,
Dispers'd shall be consum'd.
But Thou shalt high exalt my Horn,
And make it strong for Toil,
Like that, which arms the Unicorn;
And me anoint with Oyl.
Are to Destruction doom'd;
And Sinners, who thy Laws oppose,
Dispers'd shall be consum'd.
But Thou shalt high exalt my Horn,
And make it strong for Toil,
Like that, which arms the Unicorn;
And me anoint with Oyl.
My Eyes shall see, my Ears shall hear
My Wishes on my Foe;
The Just shall, as the Palm, appear,
And, as the Cedar, grow.
The Plants, that in thy House take root,
Thrive in thy Courts around,
They in old Age shall bring forth Fruit,
With Strength and Beauty crown'd.
My Wishes on my Foe;
The Just shall, as the Palm, appear,
And, as the Cedar, grow.
The Plants, that in thy House take root,
Thrive in thy Courts around,
They in old Age shall bring forth Fruit,
With Strength and Beauty crown'd.
Another Metre. As the XXVth.
Thanks to the Lord convey,
For it is good and right;
Shew forth his Kindness ev'ry Day,
His Justice ev'ry Night.
The Ten-string'd Instrument,
The Harp and Psalt'ry sweet,
Should with the Singers Voice consent,
And in full Consort meet.
For it is good and right;
Shew forth his Kindness ev'ry Day,
His Justice ev'ry Night.
The Ten-string'd Instrument,
The Harp and Psalt'ry sweet,
Should with the Singers Voice consent,
And in full Consort meet.
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Joy is to me restor'd
By Works, which Thou hast wrought;
How mighty are thy Deeds, O Lord?
And how profound thy Thought?
The Fool can't this descry,
That when the Wicked thrives
And springs like Grass, his Ruin's nigh:
But God for ever lives.
By Works, which Thou hast wrought;
How mighty are thy Deeds, O Lord?
And how profound thy Thought?
The Fool can't this descry,
That when the Wicked thrives
And springs like Grass, his Ruin's nigh:
But God for ever lives.
For see, O Lord, thy Foes
Are to Destruction doom'd,
And sinners, who thy Laws oppose,
Dispers'd shall be consum'd.
But Thou shalt raise my Horn,
And make it strong for Toil,
Like that which arms the Unicorn;
And me anoint with Oyl.
Are to Destruction doom'd,
And sinners, who thy Laws oppose,
Dispers'd shall be consum'd.
But Thou shalt raise my Horn,
And make it strong for Toil,
Like that which arms the Unicorn;
And me anoint with Oyl.
I shall behold or hear
My Wishes on my Foe;
The Just shall as the Palm appear,
And as the Cedar grow.
Plants in thy House take root,
And thrive in Courts around;
They in old Age shall bring forth Fruit,
With Strength and Beauty crown'd.
My Wishes on my Foe;
The Just shall as the Palm appear,
And as the Cedar grow.
Plants in thy House take root,
And thrive in Courts around;
They in old Age shall bring forth Fruit,
With Strength and Beauty crown'd.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |