Religion
Psalm CIII
From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)
My Soul, bless thou the glorious God,
[Praise him] and celebrate his Fame;
Let all my inward Powers concur
To [praise and] bless his holy Name.
Still bless the living Lord my Soul,
Never do thou [sleight or] forget
Unthankfully his benefits,
So [many] undeserv'd and great:
Thy many great provoking sins,
His Mercy [freely] doth forgive:
He thy Diseases and thy Pains
Doth heal [or ease] and thee relieve.
He did redeem thy forfeit Life,
And it from [threatned] death did free;
And with his loving kindness great,
And [tender] Mercies crowned thee.
What hast thou wanted that is good,
To satisfie [thy just] desire?
Thy strength like Eagles he renew'd,
Reviving nature's [languid] fire.
God will just Judgment execute
For them [by man] oppress'd that are.
To Moses and to Israel's seed
His ways [and acts] he did declare.
Gracious and merciful is God,
[Great is] his mercy high and deep:
He's slow to wrath; he chides not still,
Nor doth his anger [ever] keep.
He hath not dealt with us in wrath,
According to our [hainous] sin;
Nor strictly us rewarded hath
As our [guilt and] deserts have bin.
But as the great and glorious heav'ns
Than [this low] earth far higher are;
God's mercy so transcendent is
To all that do him [truly] fear.
As far as East is from the West,
So far [from us] remov'd hath he
Our hated and forsaken sin,
And our [bewail'd] iniquity.
As loving Parents (taught of God)
Pity to their [dear] Children bear;
The Lord of Love will pity them
That serve him with true [child-like] fear.
For he remembers flesh is dust;
Our [frail and] mortal frame he knows:
And that the days of man on earth
Are like the grass [in field] that grows.
There flowers flourish, but sharp winds
Blast them, and they are [quickly] gone;
And to the place which they persum'd
And beautify'd [they are] unknown.
But unto such as do him fear,
God's [boundless] mercy hath no end;
And his sure love and righteousness
To [Childrens] Children doth extend.
To such as keep his Covenant,
And his Commandments [keep in] mind;
And them sincerely do obey,
And therein [their chief] pleasure find.
The Lord his Throne prepared hath
[In heaven] where Saints his glory see;
And all the world his Kingdom is,
And [Ruler] over all is he.
You mighty Angels, great in strength,
Must bless the Lord with [highest] praise;
Your holiness fulfils his will,
And readily [his voice] obeys.
All ye his great and glorious Hosts,
For ever [bless and] praise the Lord;
You serve the pleasure of his will,
And all [as one] obey his word.
Let all his works through all the world
To praise their [glorious] Lord, accord;
And O my soul, bear thou thy part,
And [ever] bless and praise the Lord.
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Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/102/.
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Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/102/.
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