The Psalms of King David Paraphrased, and Turned Into English Verse, According to the Common Metre: As They are Usually Sung in Parish-churches

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T. Garthwait, 1668 - Bible - 376 pages
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Page 231 - SINO a new song to the Lord, for wonders he hath done : His right hand and his holy arm him victory hath won. 2 The Lord God his salvation hath caused to be known ; His justice in the heathen's sight he openly hath shown. 3 He mindful of his grace and truth to Isr'el's house hath been ; And the salvation of our God all ends of th
Page 357 - I need not go abroad for joy Who have a feast at home ; My sighs are turned into songs, The Comforter is come.
Page 199 - O Lord of hosts, that man is blest, and happy sure is he, That is persuaded in his breast to trust all times in thee.
Page 287 - ... still rejoice. Thou art my Lord, O God, and still I'll praise Thy holy Name : Because Thou only art my God, I'll celebrate Thy fame. 0 then with me give thanks to God, Who still does gracious prove ; And let the tribute of our praise Be endless as His love. PSALM CXVIII.
Page 234 - I to God With a triumphant noife : Serve him with gladnefs, and in Tongs Before his face rejoyce.
Page 269 - In this fo fear'd an hour ; For wicked and deceitful mouths Gape, ready to devour. 2. My fame, with lying tongues, they wound, With words of hate (unround, By me no way provok'd, they would My guiltlefs foul confound.
Page 176 - ... the tides of the Eternal Spirit lift and sway us; but, when we would sound this awful depth, our plummet swings in the shifting currents of the surface near the hand which holds it, and the silent deeps of God give back no word. The new motives for religion match themselves to the oldest in this. "Thy way is in the sea, thy paths in the great waters. Thy footsteps are not known.
Page 114 - Take from me my defiled heart, And give me one that's clean ; Renew in me a conftant mind, Not to ftart back again.
Page 271 - May there be none about him left, That mercy would extend ; None, that a hope of favour dares To his loft Orphans lend.

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