A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XXXIII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XXXIII.
O, In the Lord, your Hope and Trust,
Ye Righteous, still rejoice;
It well becomes the Pure and Just
To lift in Praise their Voice.
To Him, with Harps be Praises sent,
Sing with the Psaltery,
And to the Ten-string'd Instrument
Your tuneful Hand apply.
Ye Righteous, still rejoice;
It well becomes the Pure and Just
To lift in Praise their Voice.
To Him, with Harps be Praises sent,
Sing with the Psaltery,
And to the Ten-string'd Instrument
Your tuneful Hand apply.
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Sing to the Lord a Song that's new,
With Noise triumphant play;
For the Lord's Word is right and true,
And faithful is his Way.
He do's in Righteousness delight,
Just Judgments please his Will:
He with his Goodness infinite
Do's all the Nations fill.
With Noise triumphant play;
For the Lord's Word is right and true,
And faithful is his Way.
He do's in Righteousness delight,
Just Judgments please his Will:
He with his Goodness infinite
Do's all the Nations fill.
The Heav'ns at His resistless Word,
And all their Hosts were made;
Pow'r from thy Mouth went forth, O Lord,
And they thy Breath obey'd.
In Heaps He gathers by his Hand
The Waters of the Sea;
And the deep Gulphs his high Command
Do's in a Store-house lay.
And all their Hosts were made;
Pow'r from thy Mouth went forth, O Lord,
And they thy Breath obey'd.
In Heaps He gathers by his Hand
The Waters of the Sea;
And the deep Gulphs his high Command
Do's in a Store-house lay.
Let all the Tribes of human Race
The Lord their Maker fear,
All Tongues, that spread the Earth's wide Face,
This awful Lord revere.
For He, th' Almighty, spake, and See,
'Twas done at his Command:
The spacious World began to be,
And did unshaken stand.
The Lord their Maker fear,
All Tongues, that spread the Earth's wide Face,
This awful Lord revere.
For He, th' Almighty, spake, and See,
'Twas done at his Command:
The spacious World began to be,
And did unshaken stand.
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Part II.
Blest Nation, which can in the Lord,
As in their God, rejoice,
The People by his Hand restor'd,
The Portion of his Choice.
The Lord looks down from Heav'n, his Eyes
Beholds all Adam's Race:
He all the Nations round descries,
From his high dwelling Place.
As in their God, rejoice,
The People by his Hand restor'd,
The Portion of his Choice.
The Lord looks down from Heav'n, his Eyes
Beholds all Adam's Race:
He all the Nations round descries,
From his high dwelling Place.
Alike th' Almighty shapes and sways
The Hearts of human Kind;
He well considers all their Ways,
And do's their Actions mind.
No King is by a num'rous Host
Sav'd from the threatning Foe;
No Champions, who of Might can boast,
To Strength their Safety owe.
The Hearts of human Kind;
He well considers all their Ways,
And do's their Actions mind.
No King is by a num'rous Host
Sav'd from the threatning Foe;
No Champions, who of Might can boast,
To Strength their Safety owe.
The Horse the Warriour can't ensure,
He's a vain Hope in Fight;
Tho' strong and swift, he can't secure
In Battle nor in Flight.
God watches those, who Him revere,
And to his Mercy fly;
To save their Soul he will be near,
Lest they in Famine dy.
He's a vain Hope in Fight;
Tho' strong and swift, he can't secure
In Battle nor in Flight.
God watches those, who Him revere,
And to his Mercy fly;
To save their Soul he will be near,
Lest they in Famine dy.
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