A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm VIII.
O Lord, our Lord, how Excellent
Is thro' the Earth thy Name?
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to thy Fame.
Thou mad'st the Mouths of Infants young
With pow'rful Praise resound,
Thus to strike dumb the impious Tongue,
And vengeful Foe confound.
Is thro' the Earth thy Name?
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to thy Fame.
Thou mad'st the Mouths of Infants young
With pow'rful Praise resound,
Thus to strike dumb the impious Tongue,
And vengeful Foe confound.
When I th' extended Heav'ns behold,
The Work of thy Right Hand,
The Moon and Stars in Order roll'd
On High by thy Command;
Lord, what is Man, that he should see
Thou keep'st him in thy Mind?
The Son of Man that Thou should'st be
To visit him so kind.
The Work of thy Right Hand,
The Moon and Stars in Order roll'd
On High by thy Command;
Lord, what is Man, that he should see
Thou keep'st him in thy Mind?
The Son of Man that Thou should'st be
To visit him so kind.
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For Thou hast made him next below
Thy Angels in Renown,
Do'st on him Dignity bestow,
And with Dominion crown.
Thou mad'st all Creatures to his Throne
Submissive Homage pay,
And bad'st the World his Empire own,
And his Commands obey.
Thy Angels in Renown,
Do'st on him Dignity bestow,
And with Dominion crown.
Thou mad'st all Creatures to his Throne
Submissive Homage pay,
And bad'st the World his Empire own,
And his Commands obey.
Another Metre.
O Lord, our Lord, how Excellent
Thro' all the Nations is thy Name?
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to Thy boundless Fame.
Thou from their Mouths, that suck the Breast,
Because of Foes hast Strength ordain'd,
That thus the Foe may be supprest,
And the Avenger's Rage restrain'd.
Thro' all the Nations is thy Name?
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to Thy boundless Fame.
Thou from their Mouths, that suck the Breast,
Because of Foes hast Strength ordain'd,
That thus the Foe may be supprest,
And the Avenger's Rage restrain'd.
When I the Heav'ns, surprizing Sight!
By Thee stretch'd forth on high behold,
The Moon and Stars, vast Globes of Light,
By thy Command in order roll'd;
Lord, what is Man, that Thou should'st mind
His Welfare with such tender Care?
The Son of Man, that he should find
Thee Gracious, and thy Bounty share?
By Thee stretch'd forth on high behold,
The Moon and Stars, vast Globes of Light,
By thy Command in order roll'd;
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His Welfare with such tender Care?
The Son of Man, that he should find
Thee Gracious, and thy Bounty share?
For Thou hast made him of a Race,
Next to th' angelick Rank renown'd,
And hast his Head with princely Grace,
With Glory and with Empire crown'd.
On whom Dominion unconfin'd
O'er all thy Works Thou hast bestow'd;
O'er Things of ev'ry diff'rent Kind,
Which from thy Pow'r Creative flow'd.
Next to th' angelick Rank renown'd,
And hast his Head with princely Grace,
With Glory and with Empire crown'd.
On whom Dominion unconfin'd
O'er all thy Works Thou hast bestow'd;
O'er Things of ev'ry diff'rent Kind,
Which from thy Pow'r Creative flow'd.
O'er Herds and Flocks, the Farmer's Care;
O'er Beasts, that thro' the Forrest stray;
O'er Birds, that wing their Flight in Air,
And Fish, that cut thro' Waves their Way.
O Lord, our Lord, how Excellent
Thro' all the Nations is thy Name!
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to thy boundless Fame!
O'er Beasts, that thro' the Forrest stray;
O'er Birds, that wing their Flight in Air,
And Fish, that cut thro' Waves their Way.
O Lord, our Lord, how Excellent
Thro' all the Nations is thy Name!
The Heav'n of Heav'ns is in Extent
Unequal to thy boundless Fame!
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |