Tag: Songs of Christ Extended

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

First Version (C.M.)

1    Had not the Lord been on our side,
          may Israel now say;
2    Had not the Lord been on our side,
          when men rose us to slay;

3    They had us swallow’d quick, when as
          their wrath ‘gainst us did flame:
4    Waters had cover’d us, our soul
          had sunk beneath the stream.

5    Then had the waters, swelling high,
          over our soul made way.
6    Bless’d be the Lord, who to their teeth
          us gave not for a prey.

7    Our soul’s escaped, as a bird
          out of the fowler’s snare;
     The snare asunder broken is,
          and we escaped are.

8    Our sure and all-sufficient help
          is in Jehovah’s name;
     His name who did the heav’n create,
          and who the earth did frame.

Second Version (10.10.10.10.10.)

1    Now Israel

          may say, and that truly,

     If that the Lord

          had not our cause maintain’d;

2    If that the Lord

          had not our right sustain’d,

     When cruel men

          against us furiously

     Rose up in wrath,

          to make of us their prey;

3    Then certainly

          they had devour’d us all,

     And swallow’d quick,

          for ought that we could deem;

     Such was their rage,

          as we might well esteem.

4    And as fierce floods

          before them all things drown,

     So had they brought

          our soul to death quite down.

5    The raging streams,

          with their proud swelling waves,

     Had then our soul

          o’erwhelmed in the deep.

6    But bless’d be God,

          who doth us safely keep,

     And hath not giv’n

          us for a living prey

     Unto their teeth,

          and bloody cruelty.

7    Ev’n as a bird

          out of the fowler’s snare

     Escapes away,

          so is our soul set free:

     Broke are their nets,

          and thus escaped we.

8    Therefore our help

          is in the Lord’s great name,

     Who heav’n and earth

          by his great pow’r did frame.

1    O Lord, thou hast me search’d and known.

2         Thou know’st my sitting down,

     And rising up; yea, all my thoughts

          afar to thee are known.

3    My footsteps, and my lying down,

          thou compassest always;

     Thou also most entirely art

          acquaint with all my ways.

4    For in my tongue, before I speak,

          not any word can be,

     But altogether, lo, O Lord,

          it is well known to thee.

5    Behind, before, thou hast beset,

          and laid on me thine hand.

6    Such knowledge is too strange for me,

          too high to understand.

7    From thy Sp’rit whither shall I go?

          or from thy presence fly?

8    Ascend I heav’n, lo, thou art there;

          there, if in hell I lie.

9    Take I the morning wings, and dwell

          in utmost parts of sea;

10   Ev’n there, Lord, shall thy hand me lead,

          thy right hand hold shall me.

11   If I do say that darkness shall

          me cover from thy sight,

     Then surely shall the very night

          about me be as light.

12   Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,

          but night doth shine as day:

     To thee the darkness and the light

          are both alike alway.

13   For thou possessed hast my reins,

          and thou hast cover’d me,

     When I within my mother’s womb

          inclosed was by thee.

14   Thee will I praise; for fearfully

          and strangely made I am;

     Thy works are marv’llous, and right well

          my soul doth know the same.

15   My substance was not hid from thee,

          when as in secret I

     Was made; and in earth’s lowest parts

          was wrought most curiously.

16   Thine eyes my substance did behold,

          yet being unperfect;

     And in the volume of thy book

          my members all were writ;

     Which after in continuance

          were fashion’d ev’ry one,

     When as they yet all shapeless were,

          and of them there was none.

17   How precious also are thy thoughts,

          O gracious God, to me!

     And in their sum how passing great

          and numberless they be!

18   If I should count them, than the sand

          they more in number be:

     What time soever I awake,

          I ever am with thee.

VERSES 19-24 to the tune of Brian Sauve’s Tune for Psalm 1

19   Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay:
          hence from me bloody men.
20   Thy foes against thee loudly speak,
          and take thy name in vain.

21   Do not I hate all those, O Lord,
          that hatred bear to thee?
     With those that up against thee rise
          can I but grieved be?

22   With perfect hatred them I hate,
          my foes I them do hold.
23   Search me, O God, and know my heart,
          try me, my thoughts unfold:

24   And see if any wicked way
          there be at all in me;
     And in thine everlasting way
          to me a leader be.

1    Lord, from the ill and froward man

          give me deliverance,

     And do thou safe preserve me from

          the man of violence:

2    Who in their heart mischievous things

          are meditating ever;

     And they for war assembled are

          continually together.

3    Much like unto a serpent’s tongue

          their tongues they sharp do make;

     And underneath their lips there lies

          the poison of a snake.

4    Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,

          from vi’lent men me save;

     Who utterly to overthrow

          my goings purpos’d have.

5    The proud for me a snare have hid,

          and cords; yea, they a net

     Have by the way-side for me spread;

          they gins for me have set.

6    I said unto the Lord, Thou art

          my God: unto the cry

     Of all my supplications,

          Lord, do thine ear apply.

7    O God the Lord, who art the strength

          of my salvation:

     A cov’ring in the day of war

          my head thou hast put on.

8    Unto the wicked man, O Lord,

          his wishes do not grant;

     Nor further thou his ill device,

          lest they themselves should vaunt.

9    As for the head and chief of those

          about that compass me,

     Ev’n by the mischief of their lips

          let thou them cover’d be.

10   Let burning coals upon them fall,

          them throw in fiery flame,

     And in deep pits, that they no more

          may rise out of the same.

11   Let not an evil speaker be

          on earth established:

     Mischief shall hunt the vi’lent man,

          till he be ruined.

12   I know God will th’ afflicted’s cause

          maintain, and poor men’s right.

13   Surely the just shall praise thy name;

          th’ upright dwell in thy sight.

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.

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.