A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LV.
To my repeated Pray'r give Ear,
Nor my Complaints despise;
To me attend, O Lord, and hear
My loud and mournful Cries.
For Foes, who to oppress me aim,
My constant Grief create;
They with their Slanders blast my Name,
And me in Wrath they hate.
Nor my Complaints despise;
To me attend, O Lord, and hear
My loud and mournful Cries.
For Foes, who to oppress me aim,
My constant Grief create;
They with their Slanders blast my Name,
And me in Wrath they hate.
My Heart is in me troubled sore,
Death's Terrours on me light;
Amazing Horrours, whelm me o'er,
I tremble with Affright.
I ask'd the Dove's swift Wing, that I
For Rest might speed my Way,
And wand'ring hence far off might fly,
And in the Desart stay.
Death's Terrours on me light;
Amazing Horrours, whelm me o'er,
I tremble with Affright.
I ask'd the Dove's swift Wing, that I
For Rest might speed my Way,
And wand'ring hence far off might fly,
And in the Desart stay.
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Part II.
Wrongs from a known invet'rate Foe
I calmly had endur'd,
From such as open Hatred show,
I had my self secur'd:
But it was Thou, a Man well known,
One standing by my Side;
My Friend to me familiar grown,
My Equal and my Guide.
I calmly had endur'd,
From such as open Hatred show,
I had my self secur'd:
But it was Thou, a Man well known,
One standing by my Side;
My Friend to me familiar grown,
My Equal and my Guide.
I on his Counsels did rely,
My Bosom to him vent;
And to the House of God most High
In Company we went.
Let Death this treach'rous Race oppress,
And sink them quick to Hell,
For impious Pride and Wickedness
In all their Houses dwell.
My Bosom to him vent;
And to the House of God most High
In Company we went.
Let Death this treach'rous Race oppress,
And sink them quick to Hell,
For impious Pride and Wickedness
In all their Houses dwell.
But I will still to God apply,
The Lord will me protect;
At Ev'n, at Morn, and Noon I'll cry
H'ell not my Pray'r reject.
My Soul he rescu'd in the Hour,
When Hosts against me rag'd;
Tho' theirs was great, yet greater Pow'r
Was on my Side engag'd.
The Lord will me protect;
At Ev'n, at Morn, and Noon I'll cry
H'ell not my Pray'r reject.
My Soul he rescu'd in the Hour,
When Hosts against me rag'd;
Tho' theirs was great, yet greater Pow'r
Was on my Side engag'd.
Jehovah, who abides of old,
Will hear and them chastise;
Their prosp'rous State unchang'd they hold,
And therefore God despise.
Against the Peaceful he his Hand
In Malice did extend;
His Covenant he has profan'd,
Made with a constant Friend.
Will hear and them chastise;
Their prosp'rous State unchang'd they hold,
And therefore God despise.
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In Malice did extend;
His Covenant he has profan'd,
Made with a constant Friend.
Smoother than Butter were his Words,
But War was in his Heart;
His Lips, tho' soft as Oyl, like Swords,
Did cut with treach'rous Art.
On God thy careful Burden cast,
And thou shalt be upheld;
The Just may suffer, but at last
Their Fears shall be dispell'd.
But War was in his Heart;
His Lips, tho' soft as Oyl, like Swords,
Did cut with treach'rous Art.
On God thy careful Burden cast,
And thou shalt be upheld;
The Just may suffer, but at last
Their Fears shall be dispell'd.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |