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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.
IN wrath, Lord, do not me chastise, And in thy rage correct not me ⟨p. 101⟩verse 2 For sore thine hand upon me lies In me thine arrows fastened be verse 3 There is no soundness in my flesh, Because thy wrath on me doth lie: Nor in my bones is any rest, Because of mine iniquity.
IN wrath, Lord, do not me chastise, And in thy rage correct not me ⟨p. 101⟩verse 2 For sore thine hand upon me lies In me thine arrows fastned be verse 3 There is no soundness in my flesh, Because thy wrath on me doth lie: Nor in my bones is any rest, Because of mine iniquitie.
verse 4 Because that mine iniquities Above my head ascended are; Like as an heavy burden lies, Too heavy they for me to bear. verse 5 My wounds stink, & corrupt are grown My foolishness doth make it so. verse 6 I troubled am, and much bowed down, I all day long a mourning go.
verse 4 Because that mine iniquities Above my head ascended are; Like as an heavie burden lies, Too heavie they for me to bear. verse 5 My wounds stink, & corrupt are grown My foolishness doth make it so. verse 6 I troubled am, and much bow'd down, I all day long a mourning go.
verse 7 Filled are my loins with loathsome soar, And there's no soundness in my flesh. verse 8 Weak am I, and sore broke, I roar, By reason of my hearts distress. verse 9 With thee, Lord, is all my desire, My groaning is not hid from thee. verse 10 My heart doth pant, my strength doth tire, And mine eyes sight is gone from me