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A27952
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A new version of the Psalms of David, fitted to the tunes used in churches by N. Tate and N. Brady.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Brady, Nicholas, 1659-1726.
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Wing B2598; ESTC R17748
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crown'd 17. For when they 're summon'd hence by Deaâ—â— They leave all this behindâ— No Shadow of their former Pomp Within the Grave they find 18. And yet they thought their State was blest Caught in the Flatt'rers Snare Who praises those that slight all else And of themselves take care 19. In their Forefathers Steps they tread And when like them they die Their wretched Ancestors and they In endless Darkâ—ess lie 20. For Man how great soe'â—r his state Unless he 's truly wise As like a sensual Beast he lives So like a Beast he dies PSALM L. 1 2. THE Lord hath spoke the mighty God Hath sent his Summons all abroad From dawning Light till Day declines The list'ning Earth his Voice has heard And he from Sion has appear'd Where Beauty in Perfection shines 3 4. Our God shall come and keep no more Misconstru'd Silence as before But wasting Flames before him send Around shall Tempests fiercely rage While he does Heav'n and Earth engage His just Tribunal to attend 5 6. Assemble all my Saints to me Thus runs the Great Divine Decree That in my lasting Cov'nant live And Off'rings bring with constant Care The Heavens his Justice shall declare For God himself shall Sentence give 7. Attend my People Isr'el hear Thy strong Accuser I 'll appear Thy God thy only God am I 8. 'T is not of Off'rings I complain With which you did both burnt and slain My sacred Altar still supply 9. Will this alone Atonement make No Bullock from thy Stall I 'll take Nor He-goat from thy Fold accept 10. The Forest Beasts that range alone The Cattel too are all my own That on a thousand Hills are kept 11. I know the Fowls that build their Nests In craggy Rocks and salvage Beasts That loosely haunt the open Fields 12. To thee if Hunger did oppress I need not tell my sad Distress Since the World 's mine and all it yields 13. Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd Bulls and Goats to feed To eat their Flesh and drink their Blood 14. The sacrifice by me requir'd Is Hearts with grateful Love inspir'd And Vows with strictest Care made good 15. In time of Trouble call on me And I will set thee safe and free And Thou returns of Praise shalt make 16. But to the Wicked thus saith God How dar'st thou teach my Laws abroad Or in thy Mouth my Cov'nant take 17. For stubborn thou confirm'd iâ— Sin Hast proof against Instruction been And of my Word didst lightly speak 18. When thou a subtle Thief didst see Thou gladly didst with him agree And with Adult'rers didst partake 19. Vile Slander is thy constant Theme And thou thy Mouth and Tongue dost frame Vile and deceitful Words to spread 20. Thou dost with hateful Scandals wound Thy Brother and with Lies confound The Offspring of thy Mother's Bed 21. These things thou didst whom still I strove To gain with Silence and with Love Till thou didst wickedly surmise That I was such a one as thou But â—'ll repâ—ove and shame thee now And set thy Sins before thine Eyes 22. Ye wicked Fools mark this with Care Lest I should you in pieces tear Whilst none shall dare your Cause to own 23. Who praises me due Honour gives And to the Man that justly lives My strong Salvation shall be shown PSALM LI. 1. MY God as thou hast always been Continue ever kind Let me opprest with Loads of Guilt Thy wonted Mercy find 2 3. O wash me from my foul Offence And cleanse me from my Sin For I confess my Crime and see How great my Guilt has been 4. Against Thee only Lord have I And in thy Sight transgress'd Whose Words and Judgments pure and just Will bear the strictest Test. 5. In Guilt each sev'ral part was form'd Of all this sinful Frame In Guilt I was câ—â—ceiv'd and born The Heir of Sin and Shame 6. Yet thou O God whose searching Eye Does inward Truth require In secret didst with Wisdom's Laws My tender Soul inspire 7. O then with Hysâ—op purge my Soul And so I shall be clean In pity wash me and I shall More white than Snow remain 8. Make me with Joy and Gladness hear Thy kind forgiving Voice That so the Bones which thou hast broke With Comfort may rejoice 9 10. Blot out my Sins nor let thine Eyes My Fault in Anger view Create in me a Heart that 's cleaâ— A virtuous mind renew PART II. 11. Withdraw not thou thy Presence Lord Nor caâ—t me from thy sight Nor let thy Holy Spirit take It 's everlasting Flight 12. The Joy which thy Salvation gives Let mâ— again obtain And thy free Spirit 's firm Support My stagg'ring Soul sustain 13. So I thy just and righteous Ways To Sinners will impart Whilâ—t my Advice shall wicked Men To thy just Laws coâ—vert 14. Do Thou my Guilt of Blood remove My Saviour and my God And my glad Tongue shall loudly tell Thy râ—ghteous Acts abroad 15. Let thy Free Grace unlock my Lips With Sorrow clos'd and Shame So shall my Mouth thy Wond'rous Praise To all the World proclaim 16. Could Victims for my Guilt atone Whole Hecatombs should die But on such Off'rings thou disdain'st To cast a gracious Eye 17. A broken Spirit is the Gift By God most highly priz'd By him a broken contrite Heart Shall never be despis'd 18. Let Sion Lord thy Favour find Of thy Good Will assur'd And thy own City flourish long By lofty Walls secur'd 19. Theâ— shall the Righteous Off'rings bring And pleasing Tribute pay And Sacrifice of choicest kind Upon thy Altar lay PSALM LII 1. IN vain O Man of matchless Might Thou boast'st thy self in Ill Since God whose Pow'r is much more great Vouchsafes his Favour still 2. Thy wicked Tongue does sland'rous Tales Maliciously devise And like a Rasor sharply set Does wound with treach'rous Lies 3 4. Thy Thoughts are more on Ill than Good On Lies than Truth employ'd Thy Tongue delights in Words by which The Guiltless are destroy'd 5. God shall for ever blast thy Hopes And snatch thee soon away Nor in thy Dwelling-place permit Nor in the World to stay 6. The Just with pious Fear shall see The downfall of thy Pride Shall at thy sudden Ruine laugh And thus thy Fall deride 7. See there the haughty Man that was Who proudly God defy'd Who trusted in his Wealth and still On wicked Arts rely'd 8. But like those Olive-Plants am I That shade God's Temple round And hope with his indulgent Grace To be for ever crown'd 9. So shall my Soul with Praise O God Extoll thy wondrous Love And on thy Name with Patience wait For this thy Saints approve PSALM LIII 1. THE wicked Fools must sure suppose That God is but a Name This their lewd Practice plainly shows Since Virtue all disclaim 2. The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high Tow'r And did all Mankind view To see if any own'd his Pow'r Or Truth or Justice knew 3. But
PSALM CXLIII 1. LORD hear my Pray'r and to my Cry Thy wonted Audience lend In thy accustom'd Faith and Truth A gracious Answer send 2. Nor at thy strict Tribunal bring Thy Servant to be try'd For in thy sight no living Man Can e'er be justiâ—i'd 3. The Foe pursues my Life a Life Whose Comâ—orts all are fâ—ed To Darkness chas'd and foâ—c'd to seek A Mansion with the Dead 4. My Spirit therefore is o'er-whelm'd And sinks within my Brest My Vitals failâ— my Heart it self That should support the rest 5. I call to mind the Days of old The Wonders thou hast wrought For my Deliv'rance heretofore Employ my musing Thought 6. To Thee my supplicating Hands Are eagerly stretch'd out My Soul for thy Refreshment thirsts Like Land opprest with Drought 7. Hear me with speed my Spirit fails Thy Face no longer hide Lest I become forlorn like them That in the Grave reside 8. Thy Kindness early let me hear Whose Trust on Thee depends Teach me the way where I should go My Soul to Thee ascends 9. Thou art my God Thy righteous Will Instruct me to obey Let thy good Spirit conduct and keep My Soul in thy right way 10. For thy Name 's sake with quick'niâ—g Grace From Mercy 's healing Spring Revive me and for thy Truth 's sake My Soul from Trouble bring 11. In pity to my Suff'rings Lord Reduce my Foes to Shame Stay them that persecute a Soul Devoted to thy Name PSALM CXLIV 1. FOrever blest be God the Lord Who does his needful Aid impart At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art 2. His Goodness is my Fort and Pow'r My strong Deliverer and Shield In him I trust whose matchless Tow'r Makes to my sway fierce Nations yield 3. Lord what 's in Man that Thee should move Such tender Care of him to take Or what 's Man's Son that thou should'st love Such great account of him to make 4. The Life of Man does quickly fade His Thoughts but empty are and vain His Days are like a flying Shade Of which when past no Signs remain 5. In solemn state O God descend Whilst Heav'n its lofty Head inclines The smoaking Hills asunder rend Of thy approach the awful Signs 6. Discharge thy dreadful Lightnings round And make my scatter'd Foes retreat Them with thy martial Arrows wound And their Destruction soon complete 7 8. Do thou from Heav'n above engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell Fight thou against my foreign Foes Whose Mouth vent Speeches false and vain Who tho in solemn Leagues they close That firm Engagement ne'er maintain 9. So I to Thee the King of Kings In joyful Hymns my Voice shall raise And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise 10. God does to Kings his Aid afford To them his sure Salvation sends 'T is he that from the hurtful Sword His Servant David still defends 11. Fight thou against my foreign Foes Whose Mouths vent Speeches false and vain Who tho in solemn Leagues they close Their firm Engagement ne'er maintain 12. Then our young Sons like Trees shall grow Well planted in some fruitful place Our Daughters shall like Pillars show Design'd some Royal Court to grace 13. Our Garners fill'd with various Store Shall us and ours with Plenty feed Our Sheep incâ—easing more and more Shall thousands and ten thousands breed 14. Our lab'ring Oxen strong may grow Nor in their constant Labour faint Whilst we no War nor Slav'ry know And in our Streets hear no Complaint 15. Thrice happy is that People's Case Whose various Blessings thus abound Who God's true Worship sâ—ill embrace With his Protection always crown'd PSALM CXLV 1 2. THEE I 'll extol my God and King Thy endless Praise proclaim This Tribute daily I will bring And ever bless thy Name 3. Thou Lord beyond compare art great And highly to be prais'd Thy Majesty with boundless Height Above our Knowledge rais'd 4. Renown'd for mighty Acts thy Fame To future Times extends From Age to Age thy glorious Name Successively descends 5 6. Whilst I thy Glory and Renown And wond'rous Works express The World with me thy Might shall own And thy great Pow'r confess 7. The Praise that to thy Love belongs They shall with Joy proclaim Thy Truth of all their grateful Songs Shall be the constant Theme 8. The Lord abounds with Acts of Grace Which Pity still supplies His Anger moves with leisure pace His willing Mercy flies 9 10. Thou Lordâ— art good to all thy Love To all thy Works exprest By them still prais'd thy Name shall prove And by thy Servants blest 11. They with the glorious Prospect sir'd Shall of thy Kingdom speak And thy great Pow'r by all admir'd Their lofty Subject make 12. God's glorious Works of antient date Shall thus to all be known And thus his Kingdom 's Royal State With publick Splendor shown 13. His stedfast Throne from Changes free Shall stand for ever fast His boundless Sway no end shall see But Time it self out-last PART II. 14 15. The Lord does them support that fall And makes the prostrate rise For his kind Aid all Creatures call Who timely Food supplies 16. What e'er their frequent Wants require With open hand he gives And so fulfils the just Desireâ— Of ev'ry thing that lives 17 18. How holy is the Lord how just How righteous all his Ways How nigh to him who with firm Trust For his Assistance prays 19. He 'll grant the full Desires of those Who him with Fear adore And all their Troubles soon compose When they his Aid implore 20. The Lord preserves all those with Care Whom grateful Love employs But Sinners who his Vengeance dare With furious Rage destroys 21. My Time to come in Praises spent Shall celebrate his Fame And all Mankind with one Consent Shall ever bless his Nameâ— PSALM CXLVI 1 2. O Praise the Lord and thou my Soul For ever bless his Name His wond'rous Love while Life shall lastâ— My constant Praise does claim 3. On Kings the greatest Sons of Men For Succour ne'er rely They can't defend in dang'rous times Nor timely Help apply 4. Form'd out of Dust their Breath once gone Again in Dust they lie And all their Thoughts and vain Designs Together with them die 5. Then happy he who Iacob's God For his Protector takes Who still with well-plac'd Hope the Lord His constant Refuge makes 6. The Lord who made both Heav'n and Earth And all that both contain Will never quit his stedfast Truth Nor make his promise vain 7. The poor opprest from all their Wrongs Are eas'd by his Decree He gives the Hungry needful Food And sets the Pris'ners free 8. By him the Blind receive their Sight The weak and fall'n he rears With kind Regard and tender Love He for the righteous cares 9. The Strangers he preserves from Harm The Widow