Religion
Psalm 50
From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)
THe mighty God the LORD spake out,
And gave the earth a call:
From Suns up-rising, round about
To his far-distant fall.
From beautifull perfections rare,
From Sion God hath shin'd:
Our God shall come, and shall not spare
To utter all his mind.
A flame of fire devouring quick
Shall go before his face:
Tempestuous storms shall gather thick
Before his Judgement place.
To heav'n he from above shall call
His peoples Judge to be:
Thus summoning the earth withall,
Gather my Saints to me;
Those that with me in Covenant are,
By sacrifice each one:
And heav'n his justice shall declare,
For God is Judge alone:
Hear me ô people called mine,
To Israel speak will I,
I that am God, that God of thine,
Against thee testifie.
Burnt-offrings or for sacrifice
I will not Israel blame:
To have them still before mine eies,
I do not mind the same.
I'l take ne he-goats from thy folds,
Nor bullocks from thy stall:
For every beast the Forest holds,
Mine own I justly call.
A thousand hills my Cattell feed,
All mine, I say, not thine:
I know all fowls the mountains breed,
The fields wild beasts are mine.
If any hunger I sustain'd,
I would not tell it thee:
The world and all therein contain'd,
Pertains alone to me.
2. Part.
WIll I eat flesh of Bulls or Cows,
Or drink goats bloud will I?
Give God his praise, and pay thy vows
To him that is most high.
Then in thy trouble call on me,
And promise of me claim:
And I will sure deliver thee,
And thou shalt praise my Name.
But as for them that wicked are,
Them God will say unto:
My Statutes why do'st thou declare,
What hast thou there to do?
My Covenant should thy mouth relate?
Since thee I alwayes finde
Instruction to detest and hate,
And cast my words behinde.
Thou saw'st a thief, and did'st consent
To th'practise of his sin:
And with the loose incontinent,
Thou hast partaker bin.
Thou from no ill thy mouth refrain'st,
Thy tongue doth mischief frame:
Thou sit'st secure and speak'st against
Thy brothers honest name.
Thou dost reproach with slanders vile,
Even thine own mothers sonne:
And I kept silence all the while,
That thou these things hast done.
Just like thy self did'st thou suppose
Me also to have bin:
But I'l reprove thee, and disclose
In order, all thy sin.
Consider this all ye that have
Th'avengefull God forgot:
That I (when there is none to save)
In pieces tear you not.
He that presents me with due praise,
Shall glorifie me so:
To him that orders well his wayes,
Will God salvation show.
Codex Note
A metrical version of Psalm 50.
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