A New Metrical Version Of The Psalms Of David

Author : Catherine Foster
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230282763
Total Pages : 68 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (827 download)

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Download or read book A New Metrical Version of the Psalms of David, by C. F. and E. C written by Catherine Foster and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 68 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838 edition. Excerpt: ... O! when the Lord shall turn again, The bondage of our land, And bid his people rise once more, Strong in his strength to stand; Then Jacob shall exalt his voice, And Israel in her God rejoice. PSALM XV. "Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle?" W HO, in thy tabernacle Lord, Who, upon thy holy hill Shall dwell, rejoicing in thy word? Even he who doth thy will: He that leads a spotless life, Conquering in temptation's strife; He that ne'er in deed or thought, Evil to his neighbour wrought; From whose guileless lips and heart, Words of truth alone depart. He, that in his own eyes lowly Honoureth those that fear the Lord; He, that ne'er for gain unholy, Broke his plighted vow or word; Choosing, rather ill to bear, Than his sacred oath forswear; He that ne'er on usury lent, Ne'er betrayed the innocent; These dark paths, who shuns them all, This is he, that ne'er shall fall! PSALM XVI. "Preserve me O God, for in thee have I put my trust" U THOU! whose power first took me from the dust, Whose strength has kept me all my little day, Preserve me Lord! for thou art all my trust, My future comfort, as my present stay--Bear witness O my soul! how oft I say, "Thou art my God! and all I have is thine" But what can man upon thy altars lay, Worm that I am, can God need ought of mine, Whose all things are, and were, terrestrial and divine? Lord! in thy saints is all my soul's delight, My pleasure is in them that walk with thee, Doing the thing most pleasing in thy sight, The excellent! the wise! but as for ye, Who to another God have bent the knee, Who reap the whirl-wind, for ye sow the wind, Whose sorrows greatly multiplied shall be, Your bloody offerings, your abhorred name, My hands shall touch not, nor, my loathing lips shall frame. The Lord...