A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXIII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXIII.
O God, thou art my God, betimes
I'll seek Thee, Thee my Soul do's want;
None covet more in burning Climes
Fresh Water, than for Thee I pant.
To see thy Pow'r, as I have seen,
And Glory, in thy Holy Place:
Dearer than Life, thy Love has been,
Hence will I praise thy boundless Grace.
I'll seek Thee, Thee my Soul do's want;
None covet more in burning Climes
Fresh Water, than for Thee I pant.
To see thy Pow'r, as I have seen,
And Glory, in thy Holy Place:
Dearer than Life, thy Love has been,
Hence will I praise thy boundless Grace.
Thus will I bless Thee, while I live,
Obedient to thy high Commands;
I'll send up Pray'rs and Praises give,
And in thy Name lift up my Hands.
When in thy House I shall abide,
My Soul, as with rich Marrow fed,
And Fatness, shall be satisfy'd,
While joyful I thy Praises spread.
Obedient to thy high Commands;
I'll send up Pray'rs and Praises give,
And in thy Name lift up my Hands.
When in thy House I shall abide,
My Soul, as with rich Marrow fed,
And Fatness, shall be satisfy'd,
While joyful I thy Praises spread.
Till I can gain that happy State,
To think on Thee, I'll take Delight;
In Bed, on Thee I'll meditate
Thro' all the Watches of the Night.
Since Thou did'st never Help refuse,
I to thy Wings with Joy repair;
Hard after Thee, my Soul pursues,
Which thy Right-hand upholds with Care.
To think on Thee, I'll take Delight;
In Bed, on Thee I'll meditate
Thro' all the Watches of the Night.
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I to thy Wings with Joy repair;
Hard after Thee, my Soul pursues,
Which thy Right-hand upholds with Care.
Another Metre.
O God, Thou art my God, betime
I'll seek Thee, Thee I want:
For Thee amid'st a thirsty Clime,
I languish, long, and pant.
To see thy Pow'r, as I have seen
Thee in thy holy Seat:
Dearer than Life thy Love has been,
Hence I'll thy Praise repeat.
I'll seek Thee, Thee I want:
For Thee amid'st a thirsty Clime,
I languish, long, and pant.
To see thy Pow'r, as I have seen
Thee in thy holy Seat:
Dearer than Life thy Love has been,
Hence I'll thy Praise repeat.
Thus I will bless Thee still, I'll spread
My Hands forth in thy Name;
And as with Fat and Marrow fed,
With Joy thy Praise proclaim.
While I in Bed remember Thee,
Jehovah, with Delight,
And meditate attentively,
Thro' ev'ry Stage of Night.
My Hands forth in thy Name;
And as with Fat and Marrow fed,
With Joy thy Praise proclaim.
While I in Bed remember Thee,
Jehovah, with Delight,
And meditate attentively,
Thro' ev'ry Stage of Night.
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Since Thou hast been my Help, I'll chuse
To rest beneath thy Wings;
Hard after Thee my Soul pursues,
Thy Hand my Safety brings.
But those, who would my Life betray,
To Death's low Caves are doom'd
Slain by the Sword they'll lie a Prey
By Wolves to be consum'd.
To rest beneath thy Wings;
Hard after Thee my Soul pursues,
Thy Hand my Safety brings.
But those, who would my Life betray,
To Death's low Caves are doom'd
Slain by the Sword they'll lie a Prey
By Wolves to be consum'd.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |