A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LI.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LI.
Let me find Pity often prov'd,
Nor of thy Kindness doubt;
Lord, by thy tender Mercies mov'd,
Blot my Transgressions out.
Purge my Pollution, make me new,
And cleanse my sinful Stains;
I own my Guilt, and in my View
Still my Offence remains.
Nor of thy Kindness doubt;
Lord, by thy tender Mercies mov'd,
Blot my Transgressions out.
Purge my Pollution, make me new,
And cleanse my sinful Stains;
I own my Guilt, and in my View
Still my Offence remains.
I've sinn'd against Thee, Thee alone,
And done this in thy Sight,
Which I declare, that all may own
Thy Judgments just and right.
See, shapen in Iniquity,
To be I did begin;
In Guilt my Mother went with me,
And brought me forth in Sin.
And done this in thy Sight,
Which I declare, that all may own
Thy Judgments just and right.
See, shapen in Iniquity,
To be I did begin;
In Guilt my Mother went with me,
And brought me forth in Sin.
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Thou do'st, most holy Lord, desire
Truth in the inward Part,
And Wisdom without Guile require,
And Purity of Heart.
Purge, as with Hyssop, my foul Stain,
And I shall spotless grow;
Cleanse me, and I shall white remain
As unpolluted Snow.
Truth in the inward Part,
And Wisdom without Guile require,
And Purity of Heart.
Purge, as with Hyssop, my foul Stain,
And I shall spotless grow;
Cleanse me, and I shall white remain
As unpolluted Snow.
Part II.
Me from thy Presence do not cast,
Thy Spirit ne'er recall;
Restore the Joy of Favours past;
Uphold me lest I fall.
Then I'll by my Experience teach
Transgressors thy just Ways;
I'll Truth divine to Sinners preach,
And Converts to Thee raise.
Thy Spirit ne'er recall;
Restore the Joy of Favours past;
Uphold me lest I fall.
Then I'll by my Experience teach
Transgressors thy just Ways;
I'll Truth divine to Sinners preach,
And Converts to Thee raise.
O Lord, my Saviour, set me free
From the great Guilt of Blood,
And of thy Mercy shown to me
My Tongue shall sing aloud.
Lord, open Thou my Lips, of late
Shut up by Grief and Shame;
Then shall my Mouth thy Praise relate,
Thy Clemency proclaim.
From the great Guilt of Blood,
And of thy Mercy shown to me
My Tongue shall sing aloud.
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Shut up by Grief and Shame;
Then shall my Mouth thy Praise relate,
Thy Clemency proclaim.
Thou Sacrifice do'st not desire,
Burnt Off'rings not enjoy;
Else should thy Altar's hallow'd Fire
Whole Herds and Flocks destroy.
Th' Oblations, which the Lord approves,
Are bruis'd afflicted Minds;
A meek and contrite Heart he loves,
This still Acceptance finds.
Burnt Off'rings not enjoy;
Else should thy Altar's hallow'd Fire
Whole Herds and Flocks destroy.
Th' Oblations, which the Lord approves,
Are bruis'd afflicted Minds;
A meek and contrite Heart he loves,
This still Acceptance finds.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |