A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Another Metre.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Another Metre.
While on the Streams of Babylon
We sad and pensive sate,
We sorely wept when we begun
To think on Zion's State.
All Joy and Mirth we now detest,
Our Instruments unstrung,
Our Harps we now with Woe opprest
Upon the Willows hung.
We sad and pensive sate,
We sorely wept when we begun
To think on Zion's State.
All Joy and Mirth we now detest,
Our Instruments unstrung,
Our Harps we now with Woe opprest
Upon the Willows hung.
The Lords, who Israel Captive led,
Did Hymns of us require,
And let us hear, our Spoilers said,
A Song of Zion's Quire.
In a strange Land the Song desir'd
Our Pleasure can't produce;
Shall we profane a Song inspir'd
By God for Zion's Use?
Did Hymns of us require,
And let us hear, our Spoilers said,
A Song of Zion's Quire.
In a strange Land the Song desir'd
Our Pleasure can't produce;
Shall we profane a Song inspir'd
By God for Zion's Use?
If ever I, Jerusalem,
Exclude thee from my Heart,
Let my Right Hand, which I'll condemn,
Forget its tuneful Art.
Should I neglect Thee, and not show
Thou art my greatest Joy,
Dry let my Tongue and tasteless grow,
And Speech no more employ.
Exclude thee from my Heart,
Let my Right Hand, which I'll condemn,
Forget its tuneful Art.
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Thou art my greatest Joy,
Dry let my Tongue and tasteless grow,
And Speech no more employ.
Lord, Edom's cruel Sons confound,
Who said in Salem's Day,
Now rase it, rase it, to the Ground
Her Buildings level lay.
To Ruin doom'd proud Babylon,
O happy let him be,
Who, as thy Sons to us have done,
Enrag'd shall do to thee.
Who said in Salem's Day,
Now rase it, rase it, to the Ground
Her Buildings level lay.
To Ruin doom'd proud Babylon,
O happy let him be,
Who, as thy Sons to us have done,
Enrag'd shall do to thee.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |