Religion

Psalm 25

by William Barton 1598?–1678

From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)

Religion

LOrd, I lift up my soul to thee,
In thee my God, I trust repose:
O Let not me
Ashamed be,
Nor over-topt by envious foes.
Put none to shame whom goodness draws
To wait upon thy holy name:
Who break thy lawes
Without a cause,
Let them be rather put to shame.
Shew me thy paths, teach me thy way,
Lead, in thy truth, and teach my heart.
On thee all day
I wait and stay,
For thou my God and Saviour art.
Thy tender loving kindnesses,
And thy sweet mercies manifold,
O Lord now please
To think on these,
For they have ever been of old.
My great transgressions what they be,
Nor yet my sins of youth record:
In mercy free
Remember mee,
Even for thy goodness sake O Lord.
The Lord's a good and upright one,
To them therefore that go aside,
Will he, alone,
His ways make known,
The meeke will he in judgement guide.
He to the meek will teach his way,
Lo, all his paths are truth and grace:
To such are they
As do obey
His covenant, and his laws imbrace.
Lord, I beseech thee earnestly,
For thy names sake I thee intreat
To pardon my
Iniquity.
For it is most exceeding great.

2. Part.
WHat man is he whom God indues
With grace and care the Lord to please,
To him God shews
What way to choose
His soule shall also dwell at ease.
His seed shall have inheritance here,
His secret will the Lord disclose
To them most clear,
That do him fear:
And he to them his covenant shows.
Mine eyes on God are ever set,
By whose great help I make no doubt
My feet to get
Out of the net,
For he shall surely pluck them out.
Turn thee to me compassionate,
Affliction hath me over-charg'd,
Behold, my state
Is desolate,
And troubles of my heart inlarg'd.
O bring me out of my distress,
Behold th' affliction I am in,
What painfulness
Doth me oppress,
And Lord forgive me all my sin.
Consider my malicious foes,
For very many such there be,
Rank hatred shows
It self in those,
And cruelly they hated me.
O keep my soul from them that plot,
And unto me deliverance send:
O let me not
Be sham'd a jot,
For on thy name do I depend.
Let innocence and uprightness
Preserve me, for I trust in thee;
Lord grant redress
Of all distress,
That Israel so redeem'd may be.

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A metrical version of Psalm 25.

MLA

Barton, William. “Psalm 25.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/24/.

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Barton, William. “Psalm 25.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/24/.

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