A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XXXIX.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XXXIX.
I said, I'll to my Ways attend,
My Tongue shall Truth pursue;
Nor shall my bridled Mouth offend,
While I the Wicked view.
Silent I stood without Complaint,
From Good my Peace I held:
My Sorrow then by this Restraint
Stir'd in my Bosom swell'd.
My Tongue shall Truth pursue;
Nor shall my bridled Mouth offend,
While I the Wicked view.
Silent I stood without Complaint,
From Good my Peace I held:
My Sorrow then by this Restraint
Stir'd in my Bosom swell'd.
My Heart by Contemplation burn'd,
The Fire glow'd in my Breast,
While in my Thoughts Events I turn'd,
Then I these Words exprest;
To me my End, Jehovah, show,
The Measure of my Days;
That I, how frail I am, may know,
And how short Life decays.
The Fire glow'd in my Breast,
While in my Thoughts Events I turn'd,
Then I these Words exprest;
To me my End, Jehovah, show,
The Measure of my Days;
That I, how frail I am, may know,
And how short Life decays.
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Part II.
Now, Lord, what wait I for? from Thee,
My Hope, I succour claim:
Let not my Sins unpardon'd be,
Nor Fools reproach my Name.
My Minutes I in Silence spent,
And clos'd my Mouth, as dumb,
When I consider'd this Event,
Did by thy Order come.
My Hope, I succour claim:
Let not my Sins unpardon'd be,
Nor Fools reproach my Name.
My Minutes I in Silence spent,
And clos'd my Mouth, as dumb,
When I consider'd this Event,
Did by thy Order come.
Let me thy dreadful Stroke avoid,
To which expos'd I stand;
See, by the Blow I am destroy'd
Inflicted by thy Hand.
When Sinners feel thy chast'ning Wrath,
They soon grow weak and wan,
And fade, like Vests eat by the Moth;
How vain a Thing is Man!
To which expos'd I stand;
See, by the Blow I am destroy'd
Inflicted by thy Hand.
When Sinners feel thy chast'ning Wrath,
They soon grow weak and wan,
And fade, like Vests eat by the Moth;
How vain a Thing is Man!
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |