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P S A L M S,
H Y M NS,
SUITED TO THE
FEASTS AND FASTS OF THE CHURCH,
AND OTHER OCCASIONS
Stereotyped by E. & J.White
Y the Bishops, the Clergy, and the Laity of the Protestant Episcopal Church
in the United States of America, in Convention, this 13th day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine
This Translation of the Whole Book of Psalms into Metre, with Hymns, is set forth, and allowed to be sung in all Congregations of the said Church, before and after Morning and Evening Prayer, and also before and after Sermons, at the discretion of the Minister.
And it shall be the duty of every Minister of any Church, either by standing directions, or from time to time, to appoint the Portions of Psalms which are to
And further, it shall be the duty of every ister, with such assistance as he can obtain from persons skilled in music, to give order concerning the Tunes to be gring, at any time, in his Church: And, especially, it shall be his duty to suppress all light and unseemly music, and all indecency and irreverence in the performance; by which vain and ungodly persons profane the service of the Sanctuary.
PSALMS OF DAVID, IN METRE.
“Thou art my Son; this day, my heir,
Have I begotten thee.
8 “Ask, and receive thy full demands; Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
« Thine shall the heathen be ;
(The utmost limits of the lands Where men profanely talk ; 2 But makes the perfect law of God
Shall be possess'd by thee. Ilis business and delight;,
9 'Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt Devoutly reads therein by day,
* And crush them every where; And meditates night. 3 Like some fair tree, which fed by ' As massy bars of iron break streams,
The potter's brittle ware.' With timely fruit does bend,
10 Learn then, ye princes; and give way, He still shall flourish, and success
Ye judges of the earth; All his designs attend.
11 Worship the Lord with boly fear; 4 Ungodly men, and their attempts,
Rejoice with awful mirth. No lasting root shall find;
12 Appease the Son with due respect Untimely blasted, and dispers'd
Your timely homage pay; Like chaff before the wind.
Lest he revenge the bold neglect, 5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked 13 If but in part his anger rise,
Incens'd by your delay.
Who can endure the flame?
Then blest are they, whose hope relies Among the saints have place.
On his most holy name.
PSALM III. 6 For God approves the just man's ways; To happiness they tend :
Cow many, Lord, of late are grown
So does their rage increase.
2 Insulting, they my soul uphraid,
“The God in whom he trusts,' say they, Why in such rash attempts engage, Shall rescue him no more.
As they can ne'er perform? 3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence; 2 The great in council and in might On thee my hopes rely; Their various forces bring;
Thou art my glory, and shall yet Against the Lord they all unite,
Lift up my head on high. And his anointed King.
4 Since whensoe'er, in like distress, 3.Must we submit to their commands? To God I made my pray'r, Presumptuously they say:
He heard me from his holy hill; "No, let us break their slavish bands, Why should I now despair?
And cast their chains away.' 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down, 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high, My sweet repose to take;
And sees how they combine, For I through him securely sleep, Does their conspiring strength defy, Through him in safety wake.
And mocks their vain design. 6 No force nor fury of my foes 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall My courage shall confound, break
Were they as many hosts as men, On his rebellious foes;
That have beset me round. And thus will he in thunder speak 7 Arise, and save me, O my God, To all that dare oppose:
Who oft hast own'd my cause, 6. Though madly you dispute my will, And scatter'd oft these foes to me, “The King that I ordain,
And to thy righteous laws. “Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; Sball there securely reign.'
He only can defend: 7 Attend, 0 earth, whilst I declare His blessings he extends to all God's uncontrolled decree :
That on his pow'r depend.
3 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit;
Their heart is set on wrong ; complaint give ear: Thou still redeein'st me from distress ; 10 By their own counsels let them fall,
They flatter with their tongue. Have mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O sons of
Oppress'd with loads of sin;
men, To blot my fame devise?
For they against thy righteous laws
Have harden'd rebels been. How long your vain designs pursue,
11 But let all those who trust in thee, And spread malicious lies? 3 Consider that the righteous man
With shouts their joy proclaim; Is God's peculiar choice;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'sty
And all that love thy name. And when to him I make my prayor,
12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord He always hears my voice. 4 Then stand in awe of his commands, And with his favour all his saints,
His blessing will extend,
As with a shield, defend.
PSALM VL 5 The place of other sacrifice Let righteousness supply;
Ty dreadfal angerLord, restrain, And let your hope, securely fix'd, On God alone rely.
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, 6 While woridly minds impatient grow Too heavy to be bome.
More prosp'rous times to see; 2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint Still let the glories of thy face
Unable to endure Shine brightly, Lord, on me. The anguish of my aching bones, 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, Which thou alone canst cure.
More lasting and more true i 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine And fills my soul with gries; Şuccessively renew.
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, To grant me thy relief? And take my needful rest;
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
And ease my troubled soul; Of thy defence possess'd.
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Vouchsafe to make me whole.
ORD, hear the voice of my complaint, 5 For after death no more can I
Thy glorious acts proclaim, 2 To thee alone, my King, my God,
No pris'ner of the silent grave Will i for help repair.
Can magnify thy name.
6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning 3 Thou in the morn nay voice shalt hear,
faint, And with the dawning day To thee devoutly I'll look up,
No hope of ease I see; To thee devoutly pray.
The night, that quiets common griefs, 4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Is spent in tears by me. Can'st never, Lord, approve,
7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
My eyes with weakness close; All evil dost remove.
Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think 5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain : Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs
On my insulting foes.
Ye shall no more rejoice;
For God, I find, accepts my tears, 6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth,
And listens to my voice. By thee shall be destroy'd,
9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Who hat'st alike the man in blood
prayer; And in deceit employ'd.
And they that wish my fall, 7 But when thy boundless grace shall me
Shall blush and rage to see that God To thy lov'd courts restore,
Protects me from them all.
My trust alone in thee, Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way From all my persecutors' rage Wherein I ought to go.
Do thou deliver me.
8 Conducte més baixa thy righteous laws, O LORD God, since I have places
2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, 12 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.
Through thee the weak confound the
strong, S, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
And crush their haughty foes;
That thee and thine oppose.
s When heaven, thy beauteous work on 5 Let then to persecuting foes
high, My soul become a prey;
Employs my wond'ring sight; Let ihem to earth tread down my life. The moon, that nightly rules the sky, In dust my honour lay.
With stars of feebler light; 6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord, 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thoo In my defence engage;
lov'st Exalt thyself above my foes,
To keep him
in thy mind? And their insulting rage:
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?
5 Him next in pow'r
6 Ordaind, with dignity and state,
7 They jointly own his powerful sway;
8 The bird that wings its airy way; 8 Impartial judge of all the world, The fish that cuts the seas. I trust my cause to thee;
90 Thou, to whom all creatures bow According to my just deserts,
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
How glorious is thy name!
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
To all the list'ning world, thy works,
2 The thought of them shall to my soul 13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction Exalted pleas res bring; wing'd,
Whilst to thy name, 0 thou Most High, His pointed shafts are sent.
Triumphant praise I sing. 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn Unjustly did conceive;
Their backs in shameful flight:
They perish'd at thy sight.
Thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,
Where truth and justice reign.
Thou hast reduc'd to shame;
And blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes, yonr haughty threats PSALM VIII.
Are to a period come;
To make our common tomb.
7,8 The Lord for ever lives, who has Through all the world how great art His righteous throne prepard, thou!
Impartial justice to dispense,
To punish or reward.
Against oppressing rage;