Religion
Psalm 103
From Davids Psalms in Metre (1655)
O Blesse and praise the Lord, my soul,
and to him thankful be,
Yea, let his holy name be blest
by all that is in me.
The Lord my God blesse, O my soul,
shew not thy self unkind,
And suffer not his benefits
to slip out of thy mind;
Who thy sins and offences all
forgiveth graciously,
And all thy grievous sicknesses
heals, and removes from thee.
Who from destruction doth thy life
redeem and set it free,
With tender loving kindnesses,
and mercies towards thee.
And he with all good things thy mouth
doth satisfie and fill,
So that thy youth like Eagles doth
in strength continue still.
For all opprest in righteousnesse
the Lord doth judge with speed.
His ways to Moses he made known,
his acts to Israels seed.
The Lord is very gracious,
and merciful he is,
To anger slow, but plenteous still
in mercy to all his.
Though he contend with man a while,
he will not always chide,
Nor keep his anger in his breast
for ever to abide.
Nor yet according to our sins
the Lord doth us regard,
And after our iniquities
he doth not us reward.
For as the distance is between
the earth and heav'n above,
So large his mercy is to those
that him do fear and love.
He hath remov'd our sins from us,
and our transgressions all,
As far as is the rising Sun
full distant from his fall.
The Second Part.
And as a father passeth by
faults of his children dear,
So hath the Lord compassion
on those that do him fear.
The Lord that made us, know full well
our frame and temper must,
He cannot but remember still
that we are all but dust.
The days of man are like the grasse
that quickly doth decay,
His flourishing is like the flow'r
in field that fades away.
For it is gone when ever it
the windy storm doth pass,
The place shall never know it more
where once it standing was.
But yet Gods mercy to his saints
for ever is and was,
And to their childrens children down
his righteousnesse doth pass.
To all such as his Covenant
strive to keep stedfastly,
And think on his Commandements
to do them faithfully.
The Lord his Throne of Majesty
in Heaven did prepare,
His kingdome ruleth over all,
and all his subjects are.
Ye Angels that excel in strength,
blesse ye the Lord, that doe
His just Commandments, and the voice
of his word hearken to.
Yea, all ye mighty hosts blesse ye
the Lord, and praise him still
Ye Ministers that ready are
to execute his will.
Ye all his works in places all
where he doth rule as King,
Blesse ye the Lord, and thou my soul
his praises ever sing.
Codex Note
A metrical version of Psalm 103.
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