A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XLI.
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Psalm XLI.
He's blest, who pays a due Regard
To Men with Want opprest;
God will his Charity reward,
In Trouble give him Rest.
The Lord will keep him in Repose,
Blest he on Earth shall live;
Nor to the Will of envious Foes
Him will he ever give.
To Men with Want opprest;
God will his Charity reward,
In Trouble give him Rest.
The Lord will keep him in Repose,
Blest he on Earth shall live;
Nor to the Will of envious Foes
Him will he ever give.
When languishing this Man shall mourn,
The Lord will raise his Head,
And in his Sickness often turn,
And kindly make his Bed.
Thy Mercy, Lord, to me express,
I said, and heal my Soul,
With Sin I'm wounded I confess,
In pity make me whole.
The Lord will raise his Head,
And in his Sickness often turn,
And kindly make his Bed.
Thy Mercy, Lord, to me express,
I said, and heal my Soul,
With Sin I'm wounded I confess,
In pity make me whole.
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Part II.
All they, that bear me groundless Hate,
In Whispers me defame,
And when in secret Counsels sate
Against me Mischief frame.
An ill Disease cleaves to him fast,
Say they, who me despise,
And now he lies, down justly cast,
Nor ever more shall rise.
In Whispers me defame,
And when in secret Counsels sate
Against me Mischief frame.
An ill Disease cleaves to him fast,
Say they, who me despise,
And now he lies, down justly cast,
Nor ever more shall rise.
My bosom Friend, in whom, misled,
I did my Trust repose,
Against me, tho' he eat my Bread,
With brutal Malice rose.
But Thou, O gracious Lord, to me
Be merciful, I pray,
And raise me up to that Degree,
That I may them repay.
I did my Trust repose,
Against me, tho' he eat my Bread,
With brutal Malice rose.
But Thou, O gracious Lord, to me
Be merciful, I pray,
And raise me up to that Degree,
That I may them repay.
Thy Favour, Lord, I know by this,
I can't in question call,
Because my Foes the Triumph miss,
They hop'd for in my Fall.
And me in my Integrity,
Thou do'st, O Lord, defend;
Before thy Face thou settest me
To Days that never end.
I can't in question call,
Because my Foes the Triumph miss,
They hop'd for in my Fall.
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Thou do'st, O Lord, defend;
Before thy Face thou settest me
To Days that never end.
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