Psalms of David 30
30
PSALM XXX.
C. M.
1I’LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
Who didst thy pow’r employ
To raise my drooping head, and check
My foes’ insulting joy.
2-3In my distress I cried to thee,
Who kindly didst relieve,
And from the grave’s expecting jaws
My hopeless life retrieve.
4Thus to his courts, ye saints of his,
With songs of praise repair;
With me commemorate his truth,
And providential care.
5His wrath has but a moment’s reign,
His favour no decay;
Your night of grief is recompens’d
With joy’s returning day.
6But I in prosp’rous days presum’d;
No sudden change I fear’d,
Whilst in my sunshine of success
No low’ring cloud appear’d.
7But soon I found thy favour, Lord,
My empire’s only trust;
For when thou hid’st thy face, I saw
My honour laid in dust.
8Then, as I vainly had presum’d,
My error I confess’d;
And thus, with supplicating voice,
Thy mercy’s throne address’d:
9What profit is there in my blood,
Congeal’d by death’s cold night?
Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
Thy wondrous truth recite?
10Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear:
Thy wonted aid extend;
Do thou send help, on whom alone
I can for help depend.
11’Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene
To songs and dances turn’d;
Invested me with robes of state,
Who late in sackcloth mourn’d.
12Exalted thus, I’ll gladly sing
Thy praise in grateful verse;
And, as thy favours endless are,
Thy endless praise rehearse.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 30: MP1696
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.
Psalms of David 30
30
PSALM XXX.
C. M.
1I’LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
Who didst thy pow’r employ
To raise my drooping head, and check
My foes’ insulting joy.
2-3In my distress I cried to thee,
Who kindly didst relieve,
And from the grave’s expecting jaws
My hopeless life retrieve.
4Thus to his courts, ye saints of his,
With songs of praise repair;
With me commemorate his truth,
And providential care.
5His wrath has but a moment’s reign,
His favour no decay;
Your night of grief is recompens’d
With joy’s returning day.
6But I in prosp’rous days presum’d;
No sudden change I fear’d,
Whilst in my sunshine of success
No low’ring cloud appear’d.
7But soon I found thy favour, Lord,
My empire’s only trust;
For when thou hid’st thy face, I saw
My honour laid in dust.
8Then, as I vainly had presum’d,
My error I confess’d;
And thus, with supplicating voice,
Thy mercy’s throne address’d:
9What profit is there in my blood,
Congeal’d by death’s cold night?
Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
Thy wondrous truth recite?
10Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear:
Thy wonted aid extend;
Do thou send help, on whom alone
I can for help depend.
11’Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene
To songs and dances turn’d;
Invested me with robes of state,
Who late in sackcloth mourn’d.
12Exalted thus, I’ll gladly sing
Thy praise in grateful verse;
And, as thy favours endless are,
Thy endless praise rehearse.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.