The whole book of Psalms collected into English metre by Thomas Sternhold, John Hopkins, and others ; conferred with the Hebrew ; set forth and allowed to be sung in all churches ...

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Title: The whole book of Psalms collected into English metre by Thomas Sternhold, John Hopkins, and others ; conferred with the Hebrew ; set forth and allowed to be sung in all churches ...
Author: Sternhold, Thomas, d. 1549.
Publication: [Cambridge, England] :: Printed by John Field ...,; 1666.
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Subject terms: Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.; Psalters.
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The Lamentation.

O Lord, in thee is all my trust,
give ear unto my woful cry:
Refuse me not that am unjust,
but bowing down thy heavenly eye,
Behold how I do still lament
my ••ins wherein I do offend:
O Lord, for them shall I be shent,
sith thee to please I do intend?

No, no; not so thy will is bent
to deal with sinners in thine ire:
But when in heart they shall repent,
thou grant'st with speed their just desire,
To thee therefore still shall I cry,
to wash away my sinful crime:
Thy bloud, O Lord, is not yet dry
but that it may help me in time.

Haste thee, O Lord, haste thee, I say,
to pour on me thy gifts of grace,
That when this life shall flit away
in heaven with thee I may have place:
Where thou dost reign eternally
with God which once did down thee send,
Where angels sing continually:
to thee be praise world without end.