Religion
Psalm XC
From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place
In all the Changes [we have] past;
Unto thy wandring people thou
A [certain] guide and safety wast.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
And thou the [earth and] world didst frame,
In and to all Eternity
Thou art [true] God, [and] still the same.
Thou dost dissolve this frame of MAN,
By wasting age, and [chastning] pain;
And say'st unto them, Now return,
You [mortal] sons of men again.
The long time of a thousand years
Appeareth in thy [boundless] sight;
As yesterday when it is past,
And as a [hasty] watch by night.
From whence thou carryest them away
As things a [speedy] torrent doth:
They are asleep; and like the grass
[Which is] but of one morning's growth.
In that morning it flourisheth;
It quickly grows up [and is] green;
And in the evening it's cut down,
[And dead] and withered is seen.
For by thine anger for our sin
We are [from earth] consum'd and spent;
In grief and trouble pass our days,
Through thy [severe] just punishment.
For thou before thy dreadful face
Sett'st our [guilt and] iniquities;
Our secret sins are opened all
In [clearest] light before thine eyes.
Thus while thy righteous wrath we bear,
Our days do pass [away] and fail;
The years of this vain life we spend
As a short [transient] thought or tale.
Our age is threescore years and ten,
If [by strength] lengthened to fourscore,
That strength our labour doth prolong,
And [doth but] make our sorrows more.
It's soon cut off, and we are gone,
Who knows [aright] thy powerful wrath?
Thy anger we fear not in vain,
All sin some [penal] sorrow hath.
Lord teach us this most needful work,
[Aright] to number all our days;
That we to wisdom may apply
Our hearts without [secure] delays.
How long, Lord, shall we feel thy wrath?
[Return] revive us by thy grace;
Let it repent thee of our pains,
[And] pity thy [poor] servants case.
O let thy early mercy us
[Comfort] restore and satisfie,
That we may serve thee all our days
With gladness, and with [holy] joy.
According to the days wherein
[Thy sharp] affliction we have had;
As years of sorrow we have seen,
Let mercy [longer] make us glad.
O let thy work and power be shewn
Unto thy [humbled] servants now;
And let their Children by those works
Thy [saving] grace and glory know.
Adorn us with the beauty of
The [shining] glory of thy face;
Let our just works establish'd be,
[Bless and] maintain them by thy grace.
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MLA
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XC.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/89/.
Chicago
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XC.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/89/.
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