A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXIII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXXIII.
God surely is to Israel good,
And all the Pure in Heart;
But, as for me, I doubtful stood,
Almost aside did start.
To see the Fool and Wicked blest,
I did with Envy swell:
No Plagues, 'till Death, do them molest,
But in full Strength they dwell.
And all the Pure in Heart;
But, as for me, I doubtful stood,
Almost aside did start.
To see the Fool and Wicked blest,
I did with Envy swell:
No Plagues, 'till Death, do them molest,
But in full Strength they dwell.
They seldom are, like others, found
In Trouble or in Pain:
Hence Pride and Violence surround
Them, as a Vest or Chain.
Their Eyes start out with Fat o'ergrown,
They've more than Heart's Content;
They are corrupt, Oppression own,
And lofty Speeches vent.
In Trouble or in Pain:
Hence Pride and Violence surround
Them, as a Vest or Chain.
Their Eyes start out with Fat o'ergrown,
They've more than Heart's Content;
They are corrupt, Oppression own,
And lofty Speeches vent.
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Against the Heav'ns their Mouths they set,
The Heav'ns God's blest Abode;
And thro' the Earth they shameless let
Their Tongues run loose abroad.
To these return the Tribes around,
And in their Vices sink;
And from a Cup with Plenty crown'd
Full Draughts of Pleasure drink.
The Heav'ns God's blest Abode;
And thro' the Earth they shameless let
Their Tongues run loose abroad.
To these return the Tribes around,
And in their Vices sink;
And from a Cup with Plenty crown'd
Full Draughts of Pleasure drink.
Now with blaspheming Lips they cry,
How do's th' Almighty know?
Do's He, that dwells in Heav'n on High,
Observe what's done below?
Behold, this wicked Race are they,
Whose Days are blest with Peace;
Who prosper, and with Joy can say,
Our Pow'r and Wealth increase.
How do's th' Almighty know?
Do's He, that dwells in Heav'n on High,
Observe what's done below?
Behold, this wicked Race are they,
Whose Days are blest with Peace;
Who prosper, and with Joy can say,
Our Pow'r and Wealth increase.
Part II.
To know this, when my Thoughts were bent,
I found the Task too hard;
Till to thy Holy Place I went,
And that their End declar'd.
Sure they on slipp'ry Ground were plac'd,
By Thee to Ruin doom'd;
How suddainly are they laid waste?
With Terrours how consum'd?
I found the Task too hard;
Till to thy Holy Place I went,
And that their End declar'd.
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By Thee to Ruin doom'd;
How suddainly are they laid waste?
With Terrours how consum'd?
See, as a Dream, when one awakes,
So all their Glory dies;
When God his Seat to judge them takes,
He shall their Pomp despise.
Thus at my Heart did Sorrow lie,
My Reins were sore opprest;
So dull and ignorant was I,
Ev'n as a stupid Beast.
So all their Glory dies;
When God his Seat to judge them takes,
He shall their Pomp despise.
Thus at my Heart did Sorrow lie,
My Reins were sore opprest;
So dull and ignorant was I,
Ev'n as a stupid Beast.
Yet always I with Thee abide,
Who me thy Care do'st make;
Me with thy Counsel Thou wilt guide,
And then to Glory take.
Who is there, Lord, in Heav'n above,
But Thee, that I require?
On Earth below, whom can I love,
And like thy Self desire?
Who me thy Care do'st make;
Me with thy Counsel Thou wilt guide,
And then to Glory take.
Who is there, Lord, in Heav'n above,
But Thee, that I require?
On Earth below, whom can I love,
And like thy Self desire?
My Flesh has quite consum'd its Stock,
My Heart is troubled sore;
But God is of my Heart the Rock,
My Portion evermore.
For they, who are estrang'd from Thee,
Shall perish in their Way;
Thou mad'st them Desolation see,
Who go from Thee astray.
My Heart is troubled sore;
But God is of my Heart the Rock,
My Portion evermore.
For they, who are estrang'd from Thee,
Shall perish in their Way;
Thou mad'st them Desolation see,
Who go from Thee astray.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |