A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XIX.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XIX.
The Heav'ns, by God stretch'd forth on High,
His Majesty express;
The Firmament and starry Sky
His pow'rful Hand confess.
See, in Succession ev'ry Day,
And each returning Night,
The Goodness of the Lord display,
And testify his Might.
His Majesty express;
The Firmament and starry Sky
His pow'rful Hand confess.
See, in Succession ev'ry Day,
And each returning Night,
The Goodness of the Lord display,
And testify his Might.
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Is there a Speech or Language found
Thro' all the Earth's wide Face,
Where, tho' this Voice is void of Sound,
They can't its Meaning trace?
This plainly Men read in the Lines
On Nature's Visage writ,
Here do's the Sun, that brightly shines,
In his Pavilion sit.
Thro' all the Earth's wide Face,
Where, tho' this Voice is void of Sound,
They can't its Meaning trace?
This plainly Men read in the Lines
On Nature's Visage writ,
Here do's the Sun, that brightly shines,
In his Pavilion sit.
Part II.
But what his Works can't fully reach,
God's Law reveal'd supplies;
This will the Soul convert and teach,
And make the Simple wise.
The Statutes of the Lord are right,
And fill with Joy the Heart;
His Judgments pure, and heav'nly Light,
To willing Minds impart.
God's Law reveal'd supplies;
This will the Soul convert and teach,
And make the Simple wise.
The Statutes of the Lord are right,
And fill with Joy the Heart;
His Judgments pure, and heav'nly Light,
To willing Minds impart.
The Fear of God is most refin'd,
And shall for ever last;
Still has he equal Laws enjoyn'd,
And righteous Judgments past.
Richer they are than golden Oar,
From Ophir's purest Vein,
And sweeter than the sweetest Store,
That Honey-combs contain.
And shall for ever last;
Still has he equal Laws enjoyn'd,
And righteous Judgments past.
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From Ophir's purest Vein,
And sweeter than the sweetest Store,
That Honey-combs contain.
By them admonish'd I avoid
The Snares that me surround:
The Mind in keeping them employ'd
With great Rewards is crown'd.
Lord, all thy Laws are pure and good,
But I my Errors own:
Who all his Faults has understood?
Cleanse me from Sins unknown.
The Snares that me surround:
The Mind in keeping them employ'd
With great Rewards is crown'd.
Lord, all thy Laws are pure and good,
But I my Errors own:
Who all his Faults has understood?
Cleanse me from Sins unknown.
As Pardon for past Guilt I crave,
From future me restrain;
From heinous Sins thy Servant save,
Nor let them o'er me reign.
So held from each presumptuous Fault,
I'll to thy Laws adhere;
And shall by God be righteous thought,
Not perfect, but sincere.
From future me restrain;
From heinous Sins thy Servant save,
Nor let them o'er me reign.
So held from each presumptuous Fault,
I'll to thy Laws adhere;
And shall by God be righteous thought,
Not perfect, but sincere.
Another Metre.
The Heav'ns by God stretch'd forth on High,
His Glorious Majesty express;
The Firmament and starry Sky,
God's handy Work, his Pow'r confess.
The Order, and successive Course
Of still returning Night and Day,
This sacred Truth do's more enforce,
And more th' Almighty's Fame display.
His Glorious Majesty express;
The Firmament and starry Sky,
God's handy Work, his Pow'r confess.
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Of still returning Night and Day,
This sacred Truth do's more enforce,
And more th' Almighty's Fame display.
Is there a Tongue or Nation found,
Tho' rude of Life and slow of Sense,
To which these Works do not expound
Their Maker's vast Omnipotence?
This in their Lines is plainly read,
Which shine on Nature's Visage bright;
Here do's the Sun illustrious spread
Jehovah's Praises with his Light.
Tho' rude of Life and slow of Sense,
To which these Works do not expound
Their Maker's vast Omnipotence?
This in their Lines is plainly read,
Which shine on Nature's Visage bright;
Here do's the Sun illustrious spread
Jehovah's Praises with his Light.
Which, as a Bridegroom richly drest,
Advances with a cheerful Face,
And leaves his Chambers in the East,
Pleas'd, as a Gyant, with his Race.
Then rushing thro' th' unfolded Gates
Springs to the West with mighty Force;
And passing thro' the heav'nly Heights
Gives Heat to all Things in his Course.
Advances with a cheerful Face,
And leaves his Chambers in the East,
Pleas'd, as a Gyant, with his Race.
Then rushing thro' th' unfolded Gates
Springs to the West with mighty Force;
And passing thro' the heav'nly Heights
Gives Heat to all Things in his Course.
Part II.
But what his Works can't fully reach,
The Law of God reveal'd supplies,
This will the Soul convert and teach,
And make the willing Learner wise.
The Statutes of the Lord are right,
And fill the Heart with Joy and Love;
His Judgments pure, and with their Light
They still th' attentive Mind improve.
The Law of God reveal'd supplies,
This will the Soul convert and teach,
And make the willing Learner wise.
The Statutes of the Lord are right,
And fill the Heart with Joy and Love;
His Judgments pure, and with their Light
They still th' attentive Mind improve.
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The Fear of God is most refin'd,
Clean, and from hurtful Mixture free;
His Precepts will for ever bind,
Nor do's he Falsehood e'er decree.
Richer they are than golden Oar,
That comes from Ophir's purest Vein,
And sweeter than the sweetest Store,
That Canaan's Honey-combs contain.
Clean, and from hurtful Mixture free;
His Precepts will for ever bind,
Nor do's he Falsehood e'er decree.
Richer they are than golden Oar,
That comes from Ophir's purest Vein,
And sweeter than the sweetest Store,
That Canaan's Honey-combs contain.
By them admonish'd I avoid
The Snares that compass me around,
The Mind in keeping them employ'd
With great Rewards is surely crown'd.
Lord, all thy Laws are pure and good,
But I my Faults and Follies own;
Who has his Errors understood?
O, cleanse me from my Sins unknown!
The Snares that compass me around,
The Mind in keeping them employ'd
With great Rewards is surely crown'd.
Lord, all thy Laws are pure and good,
But I my Faults and Follies own;
Who has his Errors understood?
O, cleanse me from my Sins unknown!
As I for past Forgiveness crave,
Let Grace from future Guilt restrain;
From heinous Sins thy Servant save,
And let them not Dominion gain.
So held from each presumptuous Fault,
To thy just Laws I will adhere;
And shall by God be righteous thought,
And, tho' not perfect, yet sincere.
Let Grace from future Guilt restrain;
From heinous Sins thy Servant save,
And let them not Dominion gain.
So held from each presumptuous Fault,
To thy just Laws I will adhere;
And shall by God be righteous thought,
And, tho' not perfect, yet sincere.
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