The Psalmes of David Translated Into Divers and Sundry Kindes of Verse: More Rare and Excellent for the Method and Varietie Than Ever Yet Hath Been Done in English

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Samuel Weller Singer
By C. Whittingham for R. Triphook, 1823 - Bible - 285 pages
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Page 268 - O LORD in me there lieth nought, But to thy search revealed lies : For when I sitt Thou markest it: No lesse thou notest when I rise : Yea closest closett of my thought Hath open windowes to thine eyes. Thou walkest with me when I walk, When to my bed for rest I go, I
Page 13 - do look, Which all from thee their essence took ; When moon and Starrs my thoughts beholdeth, Whose life no life but of thee holdeth: Then thinck I: ah, what is this man, Whom that greate God remember can? And what the race of him descended, It should be ought of God attended. For though in lesse then
Page 39 - a table sett'st, Even when foes envious eye Doth it espy. Thou oil'st my head, thou fill'st my cupp, Nay, more, thou endlesse good, Shalt give me food. To thee, I say, ascended up, Where thou, the Lord of all, Dost hold thy hall. PSALM XXIV. Domini est terra. THE earth is Gods, and what the globe of earth
Page 7 - blisse Will lay me down and take my rest: For it is thou, Lord, thou it is, By pow'r of whose own onely brest I dwell, laid up in safest neast. PSALM V. Verba mea auribus. PONDER the wordes, O Lord, that I do say, Consider what I meditate in me: O,
Page 268 - thee there, And ev'ry where: Not yongest thought in me doth grow, No not one word I cast to talk, But yet unutt'red thou dost know. If forth I march, thou goest before, If back I torne, thou
Page 268 - forth nor back Thy guard I lack, Nay on me too thy hand I find. Well I thy wisdom may adore, But never reach with earthy mind. To shun thy notice, leave thine eye, O whither might I take my way? To starry
Page 102 - this to utter what is just, You that of justice hold the sov'raign throne? And call yee this to yield, O sonnes of dust, To wronged brethren ev'ry one his own? O no: it is your long malicious will Now to the world to make by practice known, With whose oppression you the ballance
Page 9 - Become the measure. But mercy, Lord, lett mercy thine descend, For I am weake, and in my weaknes languish : Lord, help, for ev'n my bones their marrow spend With cruel anguish. Nay, ev'n my soule fell troubles do appall. Alas! how long, my God, wilt thou delay me? Turn thee, sweete Lord, and from this ougly fall,
Page 8 - say, Consider what I meditate in me: O, harken to my voice which calls on thee, My king ; my God, for I to thee will pray. • Soe shall my voice clime to thine eares betime : For unto thee I will my praier send With earliest entry of the morning prime. And will my waiting
Page 22 - PSALM XIV. Dixit insipiens. THE foolish man by flesh and fancy ledd, His guilty hart with this fond thought hath fed : There is noe God that raigneth. And so thereafter he and all his mates Do workes, which earth corrupt, and Heaven hates : Not one that good

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