A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXV.
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Psalm LXXV.
We offer Thanks to God on high,
For Thee we Songs prepare;
That Thou to succour us art nigh,
Thy wond'rous Works declare.
When I th' appointed Time shall take
To guide the gather'd Tribes,
My Rule of Government I'll make,
What Equity prescribes.
For Thee we Songs prepare;
That Thou to succour us art nigh,
Thy wond'rous Works declare.
When I th' appointed Time shall take
To guide the gather'd Tribes,
My Rule of Government I'll make,
What Equity prescribes.
The Land, and all its People wear,
Dissolve, and melt away;
And did not I its Pillars bear,
It wholly would decay.
I bade the Fool from Folly fly,
The Proud their Pride restrain,
Nor let them lift their Horn on High,
Nor utter Speeches vain.
Dissolve, and melt away;
And did not I its Pillars bear,
It wholly would decay.
I bade the Fool from Folly fly,
The Proud their Pride restrain,
Nor let them lift their Horn on High,
Nor utter Speeches vain.
From North or South, from East or West,
Deliv'rance will not come:
God is the Judge, some are deprest
By Him, and rais'd are some.
God holds of red mixt Wine a Bowl,
To each his Share do's pour;
But the strong Dreggs wrung out the Soul
Of all his Foes devour.
Deliv'rance will not come:
God is the Judge, some are deprest
By Him, and rais'd are some.
God holds of red mixt Wine a Bowl,
To each his Share do's pour;
But the strong Dreggs wrung out the Soul
Of all his Foes devour.
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Another Metre. As the CXIII.
We thank Thee, thank Thee, God most high,
For that thy mighty Pow'r is nigh,
Plainly thy wond'rous Works confess;
When I the Assembly shall regain,
I Laws impartial will ordain,
And Justice shall my People bless.
For that thy mighty Pow'r is nigh,
Plainly thy wond'rous Works confess;
When I the Assembly shall regain,
I Laws impartial will ordain,
And Justice shall my People bless.
The Earth and each Inhabitant
Dissolve with Fear, and Succour want,
But I its shaking Pillars bear;
I said to Fools, from Folly fly,
And to th' Unjust, no more on high
Lift proudly up your Horn in Air.
Dissolve with Fear, and Succour want,
But I its shaking Pillars bear;
I said to Fools, from Folly fly,
And to th' Unjust, no more on high
Lift proudly up your Horn in Air.
Do not lift up on high your Horn,
Nor speak with Arrogance and Scorn,
But from your boastful Words refrain;
For turn to East, or West, or North,
Or to the Southern Hills go forth,
You'll hope to scape God's Wrath in vain.
Nor speak with Arrogance and Scorn,
But from your boastful Words refrain;
For turn to East, or West, or North,
Or to the Southern Hills go forth,
You'll hope to scape God's Wrath in vain.
God is the Judge, who can with Ease
Sink Men or raise them, as He please;
For in his Hand there is a Cup
Of red mixt Wine, and of it All
Shall taste, but Dreggs wrung out, like Gall,
Shall by the Wicked be drunk up.
Sink Men or raise them, as He please;
For in his Hand there is a Cup
Of red mixt Wine, and of it All
Shall taste, but Dreggs wrung out, like Gall,
Shall by the Wicked be drunk up.
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