Tag: Songs of Christ Extended

  • Psalm 141

    1    O Lord, I unto thee do cry,

              do thou make haste to me,

         And give an ear unto my voice,

              when I cry unto thee.

    2    As incense let my prayer be

              directed in thine eyes;

         And the uplifting of my hands

              as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.

    3    Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,

              keep of my lips the door.

    4    My heart incline thou not unto

              the ills I should abhor,

         To practise wicked works with men

              that work iniquity;

         And with their delicates my taste

              let me not satisfy.

    5    Let him that righteous is me smite,

              it shall a kindness be;

         Let him reprove, I shall it count

              a precious oil to me:

         Such smiting shall not break my head;

              for yet the time shall fall,

         When I in their calamities

              to God pray for them shall.

    6    When as their judges down shall be

              in stony places cast,

         Then shall they hear my words; for they

              shall sweet be to their taste.

    7    About the grave’s devouring mouth

              our bones are scatter’d round,

         As wood which men do cut and cleave

              lies scatter’d on the ground.

    8    But unto thee, O God the Lord,

              mine eyes uplifted be:

         My soul do not leave destitute;

              my trust is set on thee.

    9    Lord, keep me safely from the snares

              which they for me prepare;

         And from the subtile gins of them

              that wicked workers are.

    10   Let workers of iniquity

              into their own nets fall,

         Whilst I do, by thine help, escape

              the danger of them all.

  • Psalm 142

    1    I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,

              with it made my request:

    2    Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him

              my trouble I exprest.

    3    When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,

              then well thou knew’st my way;

         Where I did walk a snare for me

              they privily did lay.

    4    I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,

              but none to know me were;

         All refuge failed me, no man

              did for my soul take care.

    5    I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art

              my refuge, Lord, alone;

         And in the land of those that live

              thou art my portion.

    6    Because I am brought very low,

              attend unto my cry:

         Me from my persecutors save,

              who stronger are than I.

    7    From prison bring my soul, that I

              thy name may glorify:

         The just shall compass me, when thou

              with me deal’st bounteously.

  • Psalm 143

    Second Version (6.6.6.6.D.)

    1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,
              And unto my desire
         To bow thine ear accord,
              I humbly thee require;

         And, in thy faithfulness,
              Unto me answer make,
         And, in thy righteousness,
              Upon me pity take.

    2    In judgment enter not
              With me thy servant poor;
         For why, this well I wot,
              No sinner can endure

         The sight of thee, O God:
              If thou his deeds shalt try,
         He dare make none abode
              Himself to justify.

    3    Behold, the cruel foe
              Me persecutes with spite,
         My soul to overthrow:
              Yea, he my life down quite

         Unto the ground hath smote,
              And made me dwell full low
         In darkness, as forgot,
              Or men dead long ago.

    4    Therefore my sp’rit much vex’d,
              O’erwhelm’d is me within;
         My heart right sore perplex’d
              And desolate hath been.

    5    Yet I do call to mind
              What ancient days record,
         Thy works of ev’ry kind
              I think upon, O Lord.

    6    Lo, I do stretch my hands
              To thee, my help alone;
         For thou well understands
              All my complaint and moan:

         My thirsting soul desires,
              And longeth after thee,
         As thirsty ground requires
              With rain refresh’d to be.

    7    Lord, let my pray’r prevail,
              To answer it make speed;
         For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail:
              Hide not thy face in need;

         Lest I be like to those
              That do in darkness sit,
         Or him that downward goes
              Into the dreadful pit.

    8    Because I trust in thee,
              O Lord, cause me to hear
         Thy loving-kindness free,
              When morning doth appear:

         Cause me to know the way
              Wherein my path should be;
         For why, my soul on high
              I do lift up to thee.

    9    From my fierce enemy
              In safety do me guide,
         Because I flee to thee,
              Lord, that thou may’st me hide.

    10   My God alone art thou,
              Teach me thy righteousness:
         Thy Sp’rit’s good, lead me to
              The land of uprightness.

    11   O Lord, for thy name’s sake,
              Be pleas’d to quicken me;
         And, for thy truth, forth take
              My soul from misery.

    12   And of thy grace destroy
              My foes, and put to shame
         All who my soul annoy;
    For I thy servant am

  • Psalm 144

    1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

              who is my strength and might,

         Who doth instruct my hands to war,

              my fingers teach to fight.

    2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

              deliverer, and shield,

         In whom I trust: who under me

              my people makes to yield.

    3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

              dost so much knowledge take?

         Or son of man, that thou of him

              so great account dost make?

    4    Man is like vanity; his days,

              as shadows, pass away.

    5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

              touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

    6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

              thine arrows shoot, them rout.

    7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

              from great depths draw me out;

         And from the hand of children strange,

    8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand is a right hand

              that works deceitfully.

    9    A new song I to thee will sing,

              Lord, on a psaltery;

         I on a ten-string’d instrument

              will praises sing to thee.

    10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

              salvation doth send;

         Who his own servant David doth

              from hurtful sword defend.

    11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

              whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand a right hand is

              that works deceitfully.

    12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

              in youth grown up that are;

         Our daughters like to corner-stones,

              carv’d like a palace fair.

    13   That to afford all kind of store

              our garners may be fill’d;

         That our sheep thousands, in our streets

              ten thousands they may yield.

    14    That strong our oxen be for work,

              that no in-breaking be,

         Nor going out; and that our streets

              may from complaints be free.

    15   Those people blessed are who be

              in such a case as this;

         Yea, blessed all those people are,

              whose God Jehovah is.

  • Psalm 145

    Second Version (L.M.)
    TUNE: Before the Throne of God Above

    1    O Lord, thou art my God and King;
              Thee will I magnify and praise:
         I will thee bless, and gladly sing
              Unto thy holy name always.

    2    Each day I rise I will thee bless,
     And praise thy name time without end.
    3    Much to be prais’d, and great God is;
              His greatness none can comprehend.

    4    Race shall thy works praise unto race,
              The mighty acts show done by thee.
    5    I will speak of the glorious grace,
              And honour of thy majesty;

         Thy wondrous works I will record.
    6         By men the might shall be extoll’d
         Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:
              And I thy greatness will unfold.

    7    They utter shall abundantly
              The mem’ry of thy goodness great;
         And shall sing praises cheerfully,
              Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

    8    The Lord our God is gracious,
              Compassionate is he also;
         In mercy he is plenteous,
              But unto wrath and anger slow.

    9    Good unto all men is the Lord:
              O’er all his works his mercy is.
    10   Thy works all praise to thee afford:
              Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

    11   The glory of thy kingdom show
              Shall they, and of thy power tell:
    12   That so men’s sons his deeds may know,
              His kingdom’s grace that doth excel.

    13   Thy kingdom hath none end at all,
              It doth through ages all remain.
    14   The Lord upholdeth all that fall,
              The cast-down raiseth up again.

    15   The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,
              And on thee wait that here do live,
         And thou, in season due, dost send
              Sufficient food them to relieve.

    16   Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,
              And ev’ry thing dost satisfy
    That lives, and doth on earth abide,
              Of thy great liberality.

    17   The Lord is just in his ways all,
              And holy in his works each one.
    18   He’s near to all that on him call,
              Who call in truth on him alone.

    19   God will the just desire fulfil
              Of such as do him fear and dread:
         Their cry regard, and hear he will,
              And save them in the time of need.

    20   The Lord preserves all, more and less,
              That bear to him a loving heart:
         But workers all of wickedness
              Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

    21   Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame
              To speak the praises of the Lord:
         To magnify his holy name
              For ever let all flesh accord.

    First Version (C.M.)

    1    I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;

              I’ll bless thy name always.

    2    Thee will I bless each day, and will

              thy name for ever praise.

    3    Great is the Lord, much to be prais’d;

              his greatness search exceeds.

    4    Race unto race shall praise thy works,

              and shew thy mighty deeds.

    5    I of thy glorious majesty

              the honour will record;

         I’ll speak of all thy mighty works,

              which wondrous are, O Lord.

    6    Men of thine acts the might shall show,

              thine acts that dreadful are;

         And I, thy glory to advance,

              thy greatness will declare.

    7    The mem’ry of thy goodness great

              they largely shall express;

         With songs of praise they shall extol

              thy perfect righteousness.

    8    The Lord is very gracious,

              in him compassions flow;

         In mercy he is very great,

              and is to anger slow.

    9    The Lord Jehovah unto all

              his goodness doth declare;

         And over all his other works

              his tender mercies are.

    10   Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

              and thee thy saints shall bless;

    11   They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,

              thy pow’r by speech express:

    12   To make the sons of men to know

              his acts done mightily,

    And of his kingdom th’ excellent

              and glorious majesty.

    13   Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

              thy reign through ages all.

    14   God raiseth all that are bow’d down,

              upholdeth all that fall.

    15   The eyes of all things wait on thee,

              the giver of all good;

         And thou, in time convenient,

              bestow’st on them their food:

    16   Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

              and of thy bounty gives

         Enough to satisfy the need

              of ev’ry thing that lives.

    17   The Lord is just in all his ways,

              holy in his works all.

    18   God’s near to all that call on him,

              in truth that on him call.

    19   He will accomplish the desire

              of those that do him fear:

         He also will deliver them,

              and he their cry will hear.

    20   The Lord preserves all who him love,

              that nought can them annoy:

         But he all those that wicked are

              will utterly destroy.

    21   My mouth the praises of the Lord

              to publish cease shall never:

         Let all flesh bless his holy name

              for ever and for ever.

  • Psalm 146

    1    Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.

    2         I’ll praise God while I live;

         While I have being to my God

              in songs I’ll praises give.

    3    Trust not in princes, nor man’s son,

              in whom there is no stay:

    4    His breath departs, to’s earth he turns;

              that day his thoughts decay.

    5    O happy is that man and blest,

              whom Jacob’s God doth aid;

         Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,

              and on his God is stay’d:

    6    Who made the earth and heavens high,

              who made the swelling deep,

         And all that is within the same;

              who truth doth ever keep:

    7    Who righteous judgment executes

              for those oppress’d that be,

         Who to the hungry giveth food;

              God sets the pris’ners free.

    8    The Lord doth give the blind their sight,

              the bowed down doth raise:

         The Lord doth dearly love all those

              that walk in upright ways.

    9    The stranger’s shield, the widow’s stay,

              the orphan’s help, is he:

         But yet by him the wicked’s way

              turn’d upside down shall be.

    10   The Lord shall reign for evermore:

              thy God, O Sion, he

         Reigns to all generations.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 147

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    1    Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
              praise to our God to sing:
         For it is pleasant, and to praise
              it is a comely thing.

    2    God doth build up Jerusalem;
              and he it is alone
         That the dispers’d of Israel
              doth gather into one.

    3    Those that are broken in their heart,
              and grieved in their minds,
         He healeth, and their painful wounds
              he tenderly up-binds.

    4    He counts the number of the stars;
              he names them ev’ry one.
    5    Great is our Lord, and of great pow’r;
              his wisdom search can none.

    6    The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts
              the wicked to the ground.
    7    Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;
              on harp his praises sound;

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    8    Who covereth the heav’n with clouds,

              who for the earth below

         Prepareth rain, who maketh grass

              upon the mountains grow.

    9    He gives the beast his food, he feeds

              the ravens young that cry.

    10   His pleasure not in horses’ strength,

              nor in man’s legs, doth lie.

    11   But in all those that do him fear

              the Lord doth pleasure take;

         In those that to his mercy do

              by hope themselves betake.

    12   The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;

              Sion, thy God confess:

    13   For thy gates’ bars he maketh strong;

              thy sons in thee doth bless.

    14   He in thy borders maketh peace;

              with fine wheat filleth thee.

    15   He sends forth his command on earth,

              his word runs speedily.

    16   Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt’reth he;

              like wool he snow doth give:

    17   Like morsels casteth forth his ice;

              who in its cold can live?

    18   He sendeth forth his mighty word,

              and melteth them again;

         His wind he makes to blow, and then

              the waters flow amain.

    19   The doctrine of his holy word

              to Jacob he doth show;

         His statutes and his judgments he

              gives Israel to know.

    20   To any nation never he

              such favour did afford;

         For they his judgments have not known.

              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 149

    1    Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing
    a new song, and his praise
         In the assembly of his saints
              in sweet psalms do ye raise.

    2    Let Isr’el in his Maker joy,
              and to him praises sing:
         Let all that Sion’s children are
              be joyful in their King.

    3    O let them unto his great name
              give praises in the dance;
         Let them with timbrel and with harp
              in songs his praise advance.

    4    For God doth pleasure take in those
              that his own people be;
         And he with his salvation
              the meek will beautify.

    5    And in his glory excellent
              let all his saints rejoice:
         Let them to him upon their beds
              aloud lift up their voice.

    6    Let in their mouth aloft be rais’d
              the high praise of the Lord,
         And let them have in their right hand
              a sharp two-edged sword;

    7    To execute the vengeance due
              upon the heathen all,
         And make deserved punishment
              upon the people fall.

    8    And ev’n with chains, as pris’ners, bind
              their kings that them command;
         Yea, and with iron fetters strong,
              the nobles of their land.

    9    On them the judgment to perform
              found written in his word:
         This honour is to all his saints.
              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 150

    1    Praise ye the Lord. God’s praise within

              his sanctuary raise;

         And to him in the firmament

              of his pow’r give ye praise.

    2    Because of all his mighty acts,

              with praise him magnify:

         O praise him, as he doth excel

              in glorious majesty.

    3    Praise him with trumpet’s sound; his praise

              with psaltery advance:

    4    With timbrel, harp, string’d instruments,

              and organs, in the dance.

    5    Praise him on cymbals loud; him praise

              on cymbals sounding high.

    6    Let each thing breathing praise the Lord.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 123

    1    O thou that dwellest in the heav’ns,

              I lift mine eyes to thee.

    2    Behold, as servants’ eyes do look

              their masters’ hand to see,

         As handmaid’s eyes her mistress’ hand;

              so do our eyes attend

         Upon the Lord our God, until

              to us he mercy send.

    3    O Lord, be gracious to us,

              unto us gracious be;

         Because replenish’d with contempt

              exceedingly are we.

    4    Our soul is fill’d with scorn of those

              that at their ease abide,

         And with the insolent contempt

              of those that swell in pride.