Psalms of David 30
30
Exaltabo te, Domine.
Psalm XXX.
J. H.
1All laud and praise with heart and voice,
O Lord, I give to thee,
Which didst not make my foes rejoice,
but hast exalted me.
2O Lord my God, to thee I cry’d
in all my pain and grief:
Thou gav’st an ear, and didst provide
to ease me with relief.
3Of thy good will thou hast call’d back
my soul from hell to save:
Thou didst revive when strength did lack,
and kept’st me from the grave.
4Sing praise, ye Saints that prove and see
the goodness of the Lord:
In memory of his Majesty
rejoice with one accord.
5For why his anger but a space
doth last and slack again:
But in his Favour and his grace
always doth life remain.
Though gripes of Grief and pangs full sore
abide with us all night,
The Lord to Joy shall us restore
before the Day be light.
6When I enjoy’d the World at will,
thus would I boast and say;
Tush, I am sure to feel none ill,
my wealth shall not decay.
7For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace
didst send me strength and aid:
But when thou turn’st away thy Face,
my mind was sore dismaid.
8Wherefore again then did I cry,
to thee, O Lord of might:
And my complaints did multiply,
praying both day and night.
9What gain is in my Bloud, said I,
if Death destroy my days?
Can dust declare thy Majesty,
or give thy truth its praise?
10Wherefore, my God, some pitty take,
O Lord I thee desire:
Do not this simple soul forsake
of thee help I require.
11Then didst thou turn my grief and woe
into a chearful voice:
The mourning weed thou took’st me fro,
and mad’st me to rejoice.
12Wherefore, my Soul incessantly
shall sing unto thy praise:
My Lord my God, to thee will I
give laud and thanks always.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 30: MP1562
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.
Psalms of David 30
30
Exaltabo te, Domine.
Psalm XXX.
J. H.
1All laud and praise with heart and voice,
O Lord, I give to thee,
Which didst not make my foes rejoice,
but hast exalted me.
2O Lord my God, to thee I cry’d
in all my pain and grief:
Thou gav’st an ear, and didst provide
to ease me with relief.
3Of thy good will thou hast call’d back
my soul from hell to save:
Thou didst revive when strength did lack,
and kept’st me from the grave.
4Sing praise, ye Saints that prove and see
the goodness of the Lord:
In memory of his Majesty
rejoice with one accord.
5For why his anger but a space
doth last and slack again:
But in his Favour and his grace
always doth life remain.
Though gripes of Grief and pangs full sore
abide with us all night,
The Lord to Joy shall us restore
before the Day be light.
6When I enjoy’d the World at will,
thus would I boast and say;
Tush, I am sure to feel none ill,
my wealth shall not decay.
7For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace
didst send me strength and aid:
But when thou turn’st away thy Face,
my mind was sore dismaid.
8Wherefore again then did I cry,
to thee, O Lord of might:
And my complaints did multiply,
praying both day and night.
9What gain is in my Bloud, said I,
if Death destroy my days?
Can dust declare thy Majesty,
or give thy truth its praise?
10Wherefore, my God, some pitty take,
O Lord I thee desire:
Do not this simple soul forsake
of thee help I require.
11Then didst thou turn my grief and woe
into a chearful voice:
The mourning weed thou took’st me fro,
and mad’st me to rejoice.
12Wherefore, my Soul incessantly
shall sing unto thy praise:
My Lord my God, to thee will I
give laud and thanks always.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.