A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm CVIII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm CVIII.
My Heart is fix'd, I'll raise my Voice,
And sing a thankful Song,
O God most High, I will rejoyce
To praise Thee with my Tongue.
Awake ye sleeping Strings, awake
My Psalt'ry, wake my Lyre,
Early my self will Rest forsake,
And sing amid'st the Quire:
And sing a thankful Song,
O God most High, I will rejoyce
To praise Thee with my Tongue.
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My Psalt'ry, wake my Lyre,
Early my self will Rest forsake,
And sing amid'st the Quire:
I to the Tribes, who Thee adore,
Thy Praises will proclaim;
Thro' Realms, who Idol Gods implore,
I'll sing thy glorious Name.
Thy Truth and Mercy reach the Skies,
And o'er the Clouds ascend;
Let high as Heav'n thy Glories rise,
And o'er the Earth extend.
Thy Praises will proclaim;
Thro' Realms, who Idol Gods implore,
I'll sing thy glorious Name.
Thy Truth and Mercy reach the Skies,
And o'er the Clouds ascend;
Let high as Heav'n thy Glories rise,
And o'er the Earth extend.
That Israel may Deliv'rance find,
Lord, stretch forth thy Right-hand,
Save them, and by my Pray'r inclin'd
Their threatning Foes withstand.
God by his Purpose will abide,
His holy Oath maintain,
Sichem with Joy I will divide,
And mete out Succoth's Plain.
Lord, stretch forth thy Right-hand,
Save them, and by my Pray'r inclin'd
Their threatning Foes withstand.
God by his Purpose will abide,
His holy Oath maintain,
Sichem with Joy I will divide,
And mete out Succoth's Plain.
Gilead is mine, Manasseh mine,
Ephraim my Head sustains,
And favour'd Judah's Royal Line
To Israel Laws ordains.
To wash my Feet, see, Moab yields,
O'er Edom flies my Shoe,
To these, Philistia, know thy Fields
Shall add yet Triumphs new.
Ephraim my Head sustains,
And favour'd Judah's Royal Line
To Israel Laws ordains.
To wash my Feet, see, Moab yields,
O'er Edom flies my Shoe,
To these, Philistia, know thy Fields
Shall add yet Triumphs new.
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