A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXIV.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXIV.
Lord, hear my Pray'r, and let me not
By Foes be terrify'd;
Me from th' Ungodly's secret Plot,
And Rage tumultuous hide.
They meditating Mischief whet
Their Tongues, like keenest Swords;
They bend their Bow, their Arrows set,
Ev'n sharp and bitter Words.
By Foes be terrify'd;
Me from th' Ungodly's secret Plot,
And Rage tumultuous hide.
They meditating Mischief whet
Their Tongues, like keenest Swords;
They bend their Bow, their Arrows set,
Ev'n sharp and bitter Words.
From lurking Holes, and secret Ground,
They make them take their Flight,
And fearless, point a suddain Wound
Against the Man Upright.
Encourag'd in an evil Way
They Commune privily,
How they may set their Snares, and say
Profanely, who can See?
They make them take their Flight,
And fearless, point a suddain Wound
Against the Man Upright.
Encourag'd in an evil Way
They Commune privily,
How they may set their Snares, and say
Profanely, who can See?
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In searching Ill their Hours they spend,
Deep are their Thoughts and Heart,
But God shall suddain Vengeance send,
And wound them with his Dart.
They'll with their Tongues each other tear,
No Friends will with them stay;
Men aw'd, God's Justice will declare,
For they'll his Doing weigh.
Deep are their Thoughts and Heart,
But God shall suddain Vengeance send,
And wound them with his Dart.
They'll with their Tongues each other tear,
No Friends will with them stay;
Men aw'd, God's Justice will declare,
For they'll his Doing weigh.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |