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The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament
The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre. ; For the use, edification and comfort of the saints in public and private: especially in New-England. ; [Eight lines of Scripture references and texts]The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre. ; For the use, edification and comfort of the saints in publick and private: especially in New-England. ; [Eight lines of Scripture references and texts]
Boston: printed by B. Green for Michael Perry, 1698
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
That nation which thou hadst removed, And far away didst send it forth By dissipating it unto The utmost ends of all the earth. verse 16 O Lord, when they were in distress They did thee visit with their cries, And secret prayer they poured out, When as thou diddest them chastise.
That nation which thou hadst remov'd, And far away didst send it forth By dissipating it unto The utmost ends of all the earth. verse 16 O Lord, when they were in distress They did thee visit with their cryes, And secret prayer they poured out, When as thou diddest them chastize.
verse 17 Like as a pregnant woman when Approaching child-birth comes apace Is pained, and in her pangs cry's out, So were we Lord before thy face. ⟨p. 5⟩verse 18 We have conceived & have been pained, We have as it were brought forth wind, The worlds inhabitants fell not, On earth no safety we could find.
verse 17 Like as a pregnant woman when Approaching child-birth comes apace Is pain'd, and in her pangs cry's out, So were we Lord before thy face. ⟨p. 5⟩verse 18 We have conceiv'd & have been pain'd, We have as it were brought forth wind, The worlds inhabitants fell not, On earth no safety we could find.
verse 19 Thy dead shall surely live again, With my dead corps arise they must; Awake out of the sleep of death And sing ye who dwell in the dust: Because the dew that falls on thee Is like the dew that makes herbs grow And down from hence with violence The earth the Rephaims shall throw.