A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XLIX.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XLIX.
Hear this, to all the Lands I call,
Hear all, who dwell on Earth,
Who rich or needy are, and all
Of base or noble Birth.
My Mouth shall weighty Things impart,
Which in my Mind arise,
The Meditation of my Heart
Shall be, to make you wise.
Hear all, who dwell on Earth,
Who rich or needy are, and all
Of base or noble Birth.
My Mouth shall weighty Things impart,
Which in my Mind arise,
The Meditation of my Heart
Shall be, to make you wise.
My Ear shall due Attention pay
To deep and hidden Things;
Dark Parables will I display
Upon the Harp's sweet Strings.
What in the Black and evil Day
Have I just Cause to dread,
When Snares, that Foes to catch me lay,
Around my Feet are spread?
Can they, who trust in Pow'r, and boast
Of Wealth their Brother save?
Or gain from God at any Cost
His Ransom from the Grave?
To deep and hidden Things;
Dark Parables will I display
Upon the Harp's sweet Strings.
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Have I just Cause to dread,
When Snares, that Foes to catch me lay,
Around my Feet are spread?
Can they, who trust in Pow'r, and boast
Of Wealth their Brother save?
Or gain from God at any Cost
His Ransom from the Grave?
For scarce this Priviledge is known,
Scarce can it ever be,
That one should Life unfading own,
And ne'er Corruption see.
Behold, the Wise and Dull of Mind
The Tombs alike receive;
Man heaps up Riches, which behind
He must to others leave.
Scarce can it ever be,
That one should Life unfading own,
And ne'er Corruption see.
Behold, the Wise and Dull of Mind
The Tombs alike receive;
Man heaps up Riches, which behind
He must to others leave.
Part II.
They think their House for ever stands,
That still their Race shall live;
And to their Dwelling Place and Lands
Their Names they proudly give.
But Man in Honour cannot stay,
Like Beasts he ends his Days;
This is their Foolishness, yet they,
Who follow, like their Ways.
That still their Race shall live;
And to their Dwelling Place and Lands
Their Names they proudly give.
But Man in Honour cannot stay,
Like Beasts he ends his Days;
This is their Foolishness, yet they,
Who follow, like their Ways.
Like Sheep Death them shall eat, o'er whom
Rais'd up the Just shall reign,
Their Beauty in the Grave, their Home,
No longer shall remain.
But God will me from Danger save,
Not to Destruction leave;
He will redeem me from the Grave,
And to himself receive.
Rais'd up the Just shall reign,
Their Beauty in the Grave, their Home,
No longer shall remain.
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Not to Destruction leave;
He will redeem me from the Grave,
And to himself receive.
Fear not when one great Wealth acquires,
When high his Children rise;
He leaves it all, when he expires,
His Glory with him dies.
Tho' when he liv'd, he void of Shame
In Riot spent his Days,
And thou, if thou wilt do the same,
Shalt have the Flatt'rers Praise;
When high his Children rise;
He leaves it all, when he expires,
His Glory with him dies.
Tho' when he liv'd, he void of Shame
In Riot spent his Days,
And thou, if thou wilt do the same,
Shalt have the Flatt'rers Praise;
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |