A new version of the Psalms of David: together with all the church-hymns, into metre, smooth, plain and easie to the most ordinary capacities: and yet as close to the original languages, and the last and best English translation, as the nature of such a work will well permit. By Simon Ford, D.D. and rector of Old Swinford in Worcestershire.

Psalm XXX.

[verse 1] I will exalt thee, Lord, for I Exalted am by thee: My foes thou did'st not gratifie With triumphs over me. [verse 2] O Lord my God, my wofull cry Importun'd thy relief: And thou thy help did'st soon apply, To heal me of my grief.

[verse 3] Lord, from the confines of the grave, Thou did'st my soul revive: Yea, from the pit thou did'st me save, That I am yet alive. [verse 4] Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his: Bear thankfully in mind

How great in holiness he is, How bountifully kind.

[verse 5] One moment doth his anger end; His grace doth life conveigh: Good men a night in tears may spend, But joy returns with day. [verse 6] I once thought in a prosp'rous day, 'Twould ne'r be night with me: My foolish heart was apt to say, I shall not moved be.

[verse 7] Not minding, that'twas from thy grace, That strong my mountain stood: Thou therefore, justly hid'st thy face, And trouble soon ensu'd. [verse 8] My Tune likewise I alter'd soon, And to the Lord I cry'd: With humble supplication His ears I daily ply'd.

[verse 9] What profit's in my bloud, (said I) When in the pit I am? Can silent dust thee glorifie? Can it thy truth proclaim? [verse 10] Encline thine ear, therefore, O Lord, And mercy on me have: Thy saving help to me afford, And keep me from the grave.

[verse 11] Then, did'st thou change my mourning tone Into a dancing strain:

And for my sackcloth did'st put on My cheerfull vest again. [verse 12] That so my glory might with praise Express its thanks to thee: O Lord my God, throughout my days, My Song shall gratefull be.