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Family-hymns gathered (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalmsFamily-hymns gather'd (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms
Family-hymns gathered (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms.Family-hymns gather'd (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1695
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Hymn LII. [Proper to be sung when a Child is born into the Family.]
Psal. 128.1, 2, 3. Blest is the Man who fears the Lord, And therefore him obeys, That keeps his feet within the Paths Of his prescribed ways. Thou shalt with pleasure eat the sweet Of what thy pains have got; ⟨p. 58⟩Prosperity shall gild thy days, And crown thy happy Lot. Thy Wife shall like the spreading Vines With choicest fruit abound; Thy Children like green Olive Plants Adorn thy Table round.
Psal. 128.1, 2, 3. BLest is the Man who fears the Lord, And therefore him obeys, That keeps his feet within the Paths Of his prescribed ways. Thou shalt with pleasure eat the sweet Of what thy pains have got; ⟨p. 58⟩Prosperity shall gild thy days, And crown thy happy Lot. Thy Wife shall like the spreading Vines With choicest fruit abound; Thy Children like green Olive Plants Adorn thy Table round.
—127.3, 4, 5. For Children are an Heritage Which from the Lord doth come; And his Reward by Marriage Is every fruitful Womb. As Arrows fitted to the Bow Are in a strong Man's hand; So Children of the growing youth Their Parents Glory stand. That Man enjoys a happy state Whose Quiver's thus supplied; He needs not fear when'ere his Cause Shall in the Gate be tried.
—127.3, 4, 5. For Children are an Heritage Which from the Lord doth come; And his Reward by Marriage Is ev'ry fruitful Womb. As Arrows fitted to the Bow Are in a strong Man's hand; So Children of the growing youth Their Parents Glory stand. That Man enjoys a happy state Whose Quiver's thus supply'd; He needs not fear when'ere his Cause Shall in the Gate be try'd.
—107.41. —113.9. Thus God the Poor doth set on high, And from all harm doth keep, And multiplies his Family Like to a Flock of Sheep. The solitary Wife he makes A House-keeper well-stored, With Joy to breed her faithful Seed; Wherefore praise ye the Lord.
—107.41. —113.9. Thus God the Poor doth set on high, And from all harm doth keep, And multiplies his Family Like to a Flock of Sheep. The solitary Wife he makes A House-keeper well-stor'd, With Joy to breed her faithful Seed; Wherefore praise ye the Lord.
Hymn LIII. [Proper to be sung when Death is in the Family, or in the Family of any Neighbour or Relation.]
Psal. 102.11. —103.16. THE days wherein my Life doth pass Are like the Evening shade; And I am like the withering Grass Which suddenly doth fade: For it is gone and quickly too, When some bleak Wind goes o'er, And then the place whereon it grew Shall never know it more.
Psal. 102.11. —103.16. THE days wherein my Life doth pass Are like the Ev'ning shade; And I am like the with'ring Grass Which suddenly doth fade: For it is gone and quickly too, When some bleak Wind goes o're, And then the place whereon it grew Shall never know it more.
—39.4, 5, 6. Lord, make me understand my End And Days uncertain Date, That I may clearly apprehend The frailty of my State. Behold thou hast my days reduced Unto a narrow span; Mine Age to thine as nothing is, Vain at the best is Man. The Worldling walks in a vain show, Vexeth and toils in vain; He heaps up Wealth, but doth not know To whom it will remain.
—39.4, 5, 6. Lord, make me understand my End And Days uncertain Date, That I may clearly apprehend The frailty of my State. Behold thou hast my days reduc'd Unto a narrow span; Mine Age to thine as nothing is, Vain at the best is Man. The Worldling walks in a vain show, Vexeth and toils in vain; He heaps up Wealth, but doth not know To whom it will remain.
The second Part.
7, 8. And now, O Lord, what wait I for, What are these Hopes at best? ⟨p. 60⟩My Hopes in thee, Lord, only are, On thee my Soul doth rest. Break thou these Cords of Sin and Guilt, Wherewith my Soul is tied; Let me not be the scorn of Fools, That Piety deride.
7, 8. And now, O Lord, what wait I for, What are these Hopes at best? ⟨p. 60⟩My Hopes in thee, Lord, only are, On thee my Soul doth rest. Break thou these Cords of Sin and Guilt, Wherewith my Soul is ty'd; Let me not be the scorn of Fools, That Piety deride.
9, 11. When thou my comforts didst remove I spake not but was dumb, Because I knew my sufferings, Lord, From thy good hand did come. When thou for sin dost Man correct, His Beauties fade and dye Like Garments fretted by the Moth; Sure all are vanity.
9, 11. When thou my comforts didst remove I spake not but was dumb, Because I knew my suff'rings, Lord, From thy good hand did come. When thou for sin dost Man correct, His Beauties fade and dye Like Garments fretted by the Moth; Sure all are vanity.
12, 13. My mournful state, O Lord, regard, And to my Cry give Ear; I am a stranger here on Earth As all my Fathers were. O spare me, Lord, and give me space, My strength and peace restore, Before I go away from hence, And shall be seen no more.
Hymn LIV. [For the like occasion.]
Psal. 90.1, 2, 3, 4. LORD thou hast been in Changes past Our Refuge and Abode, From Age to Age, beyond all Time, Thou art Eternal God. ⟨p. 61⟩When thou recallest Man to dust, He can no longer stay, A thousand years are in thy sight Past off as yesterday.
5, 9. Swept with a hasty torrent hence Like a vain dream we pass, Spring up, and grow, and wither soon As doth the short-lived Grass. For in thy wrath our sinful days To a swift Period tend. Our years, by us unheeded, like An idle Story end.
5, 9. Swept with a hasty torrent hence Like a vain dream we pass, Spring up, and grow, and wither soon As doth the short-liv'd Grass. For in thy wrath our sinful days To a swift Period tend. Our years, by us unheeded, like An idle Story end.