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A27965
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The Psalms of David in English metre translated from the original and suited to all the tunes now sung in churches, with the additions of several new by Luke Milbourne.
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Milbourne, Luke, 1649-1720.
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Wing B2609; ESTC R25923
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1 IT 's true God to his Israel's kind To those whose Hearts are pure verse 2 Yet all my Confidence declin'd My Faith was scarce secure verse 3 Envy uneasre Envy gain'd An Empire in my Breast To see how impious Mad-men reign'd With Peace and Plenty bless'd verse 4 No racking Pains their Deaths fore-show'd Their Strength no Sickness broke verse 5 They never bore Grief's common Load Nor felt God's angry Stroke verse 6 Hence are they crown'd with haughty Pride And rob'd with Violence verse 7 Their Looks are high their Lusts supply'd Beyond their utmost Sense verse 8 They in excessive Leudness walk And in Oppressions boast And with their thund'ring lofty Talk O'er-awe the neighb ' ring Coast verse 9 Nay Heav'n it self their Words defy And trembling Earth subdue verse 10 And while they make their Treasures fly Allure the hungry Crew verse 11 And yet they cry Can God above Our secret Practice know Can God our gallant Acts reprove Or greater Wisdom show verse 12 Such are the wicked Workers who Can with a prosp'rous Gale And still increasing Riches through The World 's rough Ocean fail Part 2. verse 13 This I observing fondly cry'd I 've cleans'd my Hands in vain In vain my Heart I purify'd And Innocence maintain verse 14 In vain alas my strugling Lust I 've daily mortify'd And grovel'd in Affliction 's Dust By sharp Temptations try'd verse 15 But soon I this Reflection made Should I such Thoughts embrase I must God's Providence upbraid And damn chosen Race verse 16 In vain I trod without a Guide The dark perplexing Maze In vain by Reason's Methods try'd Thy Wisdom's secret Ways verse 17 Till I could to thy Holy Place With humble Thoughts ascend And there their wretched Fortunes trace And read their dismal End verse 18 Oh on what slip'ry Ground they stand How quickly ruin'd all verse 19 And crush'd by thy destroying Hand With Terrours wasted fall verse 23 As Dreams fly off from drowzy Eyes When Sleep the Man forsakes So Thou their Image shalt despise When once thy Fury wakes verse 21 Thus now my Thoughts are satisfy'd Though long perplex'd before Though Grief did then my Heart divide And Pains my Bosom tore Part 3. verse 22 Such Ignorance and Folly then My untaught Soul betray'd And I beneath the Rank of Men With senseless Beasts was laid verse 23 I see I 'm always now with Thee Thy Hand my Life supports verse 24 Thy Counsels Lord my Guide shall be To thy All-glorious Courts verse 25 On whom but Thee dear Lord above Can my Affections be And none on Earth my Soul can love O none compar'd with Thee verse 26 Though here my Flesh my Heart decline Thy Strength my Heart supplies Thou art my God my Part Divine When Time expiring dies verse 27 Loe those whose Vain Affections rove From Thee shall sink and die Those Fools who doat with wanton Love On curs'd Idolatry verse 28 But when I draw to God how nigh His flowing Mercies are On Him I 've fix'd my Trust that I Might all his Works declare PSAL. lxxiv. verse 1 O Why thus absent Lord Shall we No more thy Smiles obtain Shall thy poor Flock eternally Thy Fury's Weight sustain verse 2 O think on those redeem'd of old Those Lands by Thee possess'd With Pity Sion's Mount behold Which once thy Presence bless'd verse 3 O Thou Eternal God to ease Our Desolations haste For cruel Foes thy Temple seize Thy sacred Dwellings waste verse 4 Hark! how their Bands insulting roar Where thy Assemblies met And their triumphant Banners o'er Thy mournful Altars set verse 5 When safe thy glorious Temple stood The curious Carver rais'd Rare Figures on the yielding Wood For Ant and Softness prais'd verse 6 But now those noble Works are all By barb'rous Axes spoil'd verse 7 In Flames those sacred Buildings fall With ruin'd Heaps defil'd verse 8 Nay in their cruel Hearts they say Let 's all at once destroy And on each place of Worship they Devouring Flames employ verse 9 We see our Mystick Signs no more No Prophets speak thy Will And none our Term of Woes explore By Wisdom's sacred Skill Part 2. verse 10 How long Lord shall Reproaches rise From thy insulting Foes How long shall horrid Blasphemies Thy glorious Name expose verse 11 Rouse Lord thy Might make bare thy Arm Stretch out thy dreadful Hand Their bloody Insolence alarm And their Designs withstand verse 12 For Thou' rt our King of old from Thee The World's Salvation flows To Thee its ancient Liberty Poor jacob's Portion owes verse 13 From Thee of old the parting Seas With sudden Haste recoil'd And Israel marching through with Ease The ransack'd Ocean spoil'd verse 14 'T was there the furious Monarch's Heat In mighty Waters dy'd Nor would the rolling Waves retreat From Pharaoh's haughty Pride The King his Lords his Troops were thrown Around the Purp'e Shore A Prey to Wolves and Vultures grown But to be fear'd no more verse 15 Thy Word unseal'd the Springs and made The Rocks their Waters yield And through old Jordan's Bosom laid A spacious Sandy Field verse 16 Thou bid'st the smiling Morning rise And draw'st the gloomy Night And mak'st the Sun adorn the Skies The Moon advance her Light verse 17 Thy Hand has six'd Earth's utmost Bounds With winding Seas embrac'd And Heat and Cold in Yearly Rounds Thy wondrous Wisdom plac'd verse 18 Such were thy wondrous Acts of old O now revive the same Since Foes in Scorn thy Wisdom hold And Fools blaspheme thy Name Part 3. verse 19 Thy mournful Turtle Lord no more To cruel Hands resign Nor pass the poor Afflicted o'er As if they ne'er were thine verse 20 Thy ancient Covenant re-call With our bless'd Fathers made For Rapine now our Quarters all And barb'rous Force invade verse 21 To Thee alone thy Suff'rers cry Dear Lord remove their Shame And though in Woes and Poverty They 'll still exalt thy Name verse 22 Rise Lord thine own great Cause maintain Think how the scoffing Crew How Fools each Day with deep Disdain Thy glorious Name pursue verse 23 Ok ne'er forget th' insulting Voice Of thy triumphant Foes Who Thee with fierce advancing Noise And growing Spice oppose To Eathen Holy Ghost and son One God in Persons Three Be Glory paid and Homage done Through all Eternity PSAL. lxxv verse 1 To Thee great God to thee We offer Thanks and Praise Thy Gpodness We so near us fee In all thy wond'rous Ways verse 2 When I at thy Command The Royal Crown shall wear Through all the Land my righteous Hand With Justice shall appear verse 3 See what Convulsions shake The Tribes and all the Lands And when they shake I only make Its Pillars firmly stand verse 4 I said to Fools of old O cast your Follies by I Sinners told O be n't so bold Nor set your Horns on high verse 5 Ne'er set your Horns so high With such a softy State Nor stubbornly your God defy