Psalms of David 36
36
PSALM XXXVI.
L. M.
1MY crafty foe, with flatt’ring art,
His wicked purpose would disguise;
But reason whispers to my heart,
He ne’er sets God before his eyes.
2He soothes himself, retir’d from sight,
Secure he thinks his treach’rous game;
Till his dark plots, expos’d to light,
Their false contriverbrand with shame.
3In deeds he is my foe confess’d,
Whilst with his tongue he speaks me fair;
True wisdom’s banish’d from his breast,
And vice has sole dominion there.
4His wakeful malice spends the night
In forging his accurs’d designs;
His obstinate ungen’rous spite
No execrable means declines.
5But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
Above the heav’nly orb ascends;
Thy sacred truth’s unmeasur’d scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
6Thy justice, like the hills, remains;
Unfathom’d depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
7Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt’ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
8Such guests shall to thy courts be led
To banquet on thy love’s repast;
And drink, as from a fountain’s head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.
9With thee the springs of life remain;
Thy presence is eternal day:
10O let thy saints thy favour gain;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
11Whilst pride’s insulting foot would spurn,
And wicked hand my life surprise;
12Their mischiefs on themselves return;
Down, down they’re fall’n, no more to rlse.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 36: 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 36
36
PSALM XXXVI.
L. M.
1MY crafty foe, with flatt’ring art,
His wicked purpose would disguise;
But reason whispers to my heart,
He ne’er sets God before his eyes.
2He soothes himself, retir’d from sight,
Secure he thinks his treach’rous game;
Till his dark plots, expos’d to light,
Their false contriverbrand with shame.
3In deeds he is my foe confess’d,
Whilst with his tongue he speaks me fair;
True wisdom’s banish’d from his breast,
And vice has sole dominion there.
4His wakeful malice spends the night
In forging his accurs’d designs;
His obstinate ungen’rous spite
No execrable means declines.
5But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
Above the heav’nly orb ascends;
Thy sacred truth’s unmeasur’d scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
6Thy justice, like the hills, remains;
Unfathom’d depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
7Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt’ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
8Such guests shall to thy courts be led
To banquet on thy love’s repast;
And drink, as from a fountain’s head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.
9With thee the springs of life remain;
Thy presence is eternal day:
10O let thy saints thy favour gain;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
11Whilst pride’s insulting foot would spurn,
And wicked hand my life surprise;
12Their mischiefs on themselves return;
Down, down they’re fall’n, no more to rlse.
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.