A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm CXLIX.
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Psalm CXLIX.
New Songs of Praise for Mercies new,
Mid'st Saints assembled sing,
Joy in thy Maker, Israel, shew,
And, Zion, in thy King.
Extol the Lord, ye sacred Quire,
With Pipes sound forth his Praise,
On the sweet Timbrel, and the Lyre,
To Heav'n his Glory raise.
Mid'st Saints assembled sing,
Joy in thy Maker, Israel, shew,
And, Zion, in thy King.
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With Pipes sound forth his Praise,
On the sweet Timbrel, and the Lyre,
To Heav'n his Glory raise.
The Lord do's Pleasure and Delight
In his own People take,
The Humble, by his saving Might,
He do's Illustrious make.
Let all thy Saints, O Lord our King,
In Glory gain'd rejoyce,
And on their Beds aloud to sing
Let them exalt their Voice.
In his own People take,
The Humble, by his saving Might,
He do's Illustrious make.
Let all thy Saints, O Lord our King,
In Glory gain'd rejoyce,
And on their Beds aloud to sing
Let them exalt their Voice.
Be in their Mouths high Praise, a Sword
Two-edg'd be in their Hands,
That Wrath on Heathens may be pour'd,
And Vengeance on the Lands.
That they may bind their Kings and Lords,
With the led Captive's Chain,
In Iron Links, and servile Cords,
Their Potentates restrain.
Two-edg'd be in their Hands,
That Wrath on Heathens may be pour'd,
And Vengeance on the Lands.
That they may bind their Kings and Lords,
With the led Captive's Chain,
In Iron Links, and servile Cords,
Their Potentates restrain.
As the CXIIIth.
Praise ye and glorify the Lord,
Let him for ever be ador'd;
And mid'st the Saints assembled sing,
New Songs of Praise, for Mercies new;
Joy in thy Maker, Israel, shew,
And, Zion, triumph in thy King.
Let him for ever be ador'd;
And mid'st the Saints assembled sing,
New Songs of Praise, for Mercies new;
Joy in thy Maker, Israel, shew,
And, Zion, triumph in thy King.
Extol the Lord, ye sacred Quire,
On the sweet Timbrel and the Lyre,
And with soft Pipes sound forth his Praise;
God in his People takes Delight,
He'll rescue by his saving Might
The Meek, and them to Honour raise.
On the sweet Timbrel and the Lyre,
And with soft Pipes sound forth his Praise;
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He'll rescue by his saving Might
The Meek, and them to Honour raise.
Triumph ye Saints, with cheerful Voice,
With Shouts for Glory won rejoyce,
And on your Beds express your Joy;
Be in your Mouths Hymns to the Lord,
And in your Hands a Two-edg'd Sword,
Your Foes, the Heathen to destroy.
With Shouts for Glory won rejoyce,
And on your Beds express your Joy;
Be in your Mouths Hymns to the Lord,
And in your Hands a Two-edg'd Sword,
Your Foes, the Heathen to destroy.
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