Psalms of David 41
41
PSALM XLI.
C. M.
1HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distrest;
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.
2The Lord his life, with blessings crown’d,
In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.
3If he, in languishing estate,
Oppress’d with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my pray’r address’d:
Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
Though I have much transgress’d.
5My cruel foes, with sland’rous words,
Attempt to wound my fame;
When shall he die, say they, and men
Forget his very name?
6Suppose they formal visits make,
’Tis all but empty show,
They gather mischief in their hearts,
And vent it where they go.
7-8With private whispers such as these
To hurt me they devise:
A sore disease afflicts him now,
He’s fall’n no more to rise.
9My own familiar bosom friend,
On whom I most relied,
Has me, whose daily guest he was,
With open scorn defied.
10But thou my sad and wretched state
In mercy, Lord, regard;
And raise me up, that all their crimes
May meet their just reward.
11By this I know thy gracious ear
Is open when I call;
Because thou suffer’st not my foes
To triumph in my fall.
12Thy tender care secures my life
From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf’st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.
13Let therefore Israel’s Lord and God
From age to age be bless’d;
And all the people’s glad applause
With loud Amens express’d.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 41: 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 41
41
PSALM XLI.
C. M.
1HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distrest;
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.
2The Lord his life, with blessings crown’d,
In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.
3If he, in languishing estate,
Oppress’d with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my pray’r address’d:
Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
Though I have much transgress’d.
5My cruel foes, with sland’rous words,
Attempt to wound my fame;
When shall he die, say they, and men
Forget his very name?
6Suppose they formal visits make,
’Tis all but empty show,
They gather mischief in their hearts,
And vent it where they go.
7-8With private whispers such as these
To hurt me they devise:
A sore disease afflicts him now,
He’s fall’n no more to rise.
9My own familiar bosom friend,
On whom I most relied,
Has me, whose daily guest he was,
With open scorn defied.
10But thou my sad and wretched state
In mercy, Lord, regard;
And raise me up, that all their crimes
May meet their just reward.
11By this I know thy gracious ear
Is open when I call;
Because thou suffer’st not my foes
To triumph in my fall.
12Thy tender care secures my life
From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf’st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.
13Let therefore Israel’s Lord and God
From age to age be bless’d;
And all the people’s glad applause
With loud Amens express’d.
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.