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 |  |
Thou try'st and know'st me, Lord, my Hope,
Thou do'st my Secrets learn,
My lying down and rising up,
My Thoughts from far discern.
Thou see'st and compassest about
My Raths, and Lying down;
Thou all my Footsteps findest out,
And all my Ways hast known.
Thou do'st my Secrets learn,
My lying down and rising up,
My Thoughts from far discern.
Thou see'st and compassest about
My Raths, and Lying down;
Thou all my Footsteps findest out,
And all my Ways hast known.
Words by my Tongue not utter'd yet
Thou, Lord, do'st understand;
Me ev'ry way Thou hast beset,
And on me laid thy Hand.
Knowledge so wonderful and great
I strive to grasp in vain,
It dwells in such a lofty Seat,
I can't its Height attain.
Thou, Lord, do'st understand;
Me ev'ry way Thou hast beset,
And on me laid thy Hand.
Knowledge so wonderful and great
I strive to grasp in vain,
It dwells in such a lofty Seat,
I can't its Height attain.
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Where can I hide, that I thy Sight
And Spirit may elude?
Or to what Place direct my Flight,
That, Lord, can Thee exclude?
If I ascend to Heav'n on High,
There Thou hast fix'd thy Throne;
If in the Earth's low Beds I ly,
Those Caves thy Presence own.
And Spirit may elude?
Or to what Place direct my Flight,
That, Lord, can Thee exclude?
If I ascend to Heav'n on High,
There Thou hast fix'd thy Throne;
If in the Earth's low Beds I ly,
Those Caves thy Presence own.
If swifter, than the early Ray,
That flies from East to West,
From Thee, O Lord, I wing my Way
To farthest Seas for Rest.
Thy Hand in that remote Abode,
Shall lead me all the Day,
And thy Right-hand, all present God,
Fast Hold shall on me lay.
That flies from East to West,
From Thee, O Lord, I wing my Way
To farthest Seas for Rest.
Thy Hand in that remote Abode,
Shall lead me all the Day,
And thy Right-hand, all present God,
Fast Hold shall on me lay.
Part II.
I'll praise Thee, for I'm fearfully,
And full of Wonders wrought,
Thy Works are marvellous, which I
As certain still have thought.
Thou me in Secret saw'st, before
I yet was ripe for Birth,
With curious Skill embroider'd o'er,
As in the lowest Earth.
And full of Wonders wrought,
Thy Works are marvellous, which I
As certain still have thought.
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I yet was ripe for Birth,
With curious Skill embroider'd o'er,
As in the lowest Earth.
Thou on my Limbs unform'd did'st look,
And view'dst their growing Frame,
And all were written in thy Book,
'Ere perfect one became.
The Thoughts and Counsels of thy Mind
Most precious I account;
O what a vast Encrease they find?
To what a Sum they mount?
And view'dst their growing Frame,
And all were written in thy Book,
'Ere perfect one became.
The Thoughts and Counsels of thy Mind
Most precious I account;
O what a vast Encrease they find?
To what a Sum they mount?
Should I their Number strive to take,
They far surpass the Sand;
And when from Slumber I awake,
I still before Thee stand.
Thou'lt slay the Wicked, from my Sight
Fly bloody Men in Shame;
They speak of God with impious Spite,
And vilify his Name.
They far surpass the Sand;
And when from Slumber I awake,
I still before Thee stand.
Thou'lt slay the Wicked, from my Sight
Fly bloody Men in Shame;
They speak of God with impious Spite,
And vilify his Name.
Do's not true hatred fill my Heart
To those, who Thee despise?
Do I not griev'd the Men detest,
Who, Lord, against Thee rise?
I hate them with a perfect Hate,
Who thy just Laws oppose,
And all in such an impious State,
I count my greatest Foes.
To those, who Thee despise?
Do I not griev'd the Men detest,
Who, Lord, against Thee rise?
I hate them with a perfect Hate,
Who thy just Laws oppose,
And all in such an impious State,
I count my greatest Foes.
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| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |