The Whole Booke of Psalmes ‎#49b

49b. Domine Deus

1 Lord God of health the hope and stay
thou art alone to me:
I call and cry throughout the day,
and all the night to thee.
2 O let my prayer soone ascend
unto thy sight on hie:
Incline thine eare, O Lord attend,
and hearken to my cry.

3 For why? with woe my heart is fill'd,
and doth in trouble dwell:
My life and breath almost doth yield,
and draweth nigh to hell.
4 I am esteem'd as one of them
that in the pit do fall
And made as one among those men
that have no strength at all.

5 As one among the dead, and free
from things that here remaine
It were more ease for me to be
with them the which are slaine.
6 As those that lie in grave, I say,
whom thou hast cleane forgot:
The which thy hand hath cut away,
and thou regard'st them not.

7 Yea like to one shut up full sure
within the lowest pit,
In places dark and all obscure,
and in the depth of it.
8 Thine anger and thy wrath likewise
full sore on me do lie:
And all thy stormes against me rise,
my soul to vexe and trie.

9 Thou putst my friends far off from me,
and mak'st them hate me sore:
I am shut up in prison fast,
and can come forth no more.
10 My sight doth faile through grief and wo,
I call to thee, O God:
Throughout the day my hands also
to thee I stretch abroad.

The second Part:

11 Dost thou unto the dead declare
thy wondrous works of fame?
Shall dead to life again repaire,
and praise thee for the same?
12 Or shall thy loving kindnesse Lord,
be preached in the grave?
Or shall with them that are destroid
thy truth her honour have?

13 Shall they that lie in dark full low,
of all thy wonders wot?
Or there shall they thy justice know,
where all things are forgot?
14 But I O Lord, to thee alwaies
do cry and call apace:
My prayer eke ere it be day,
shall come before thy face.

15 Why dost thou Lord abhorre my soule
in griefe that seeketh thee?
And now, O Lord, why dost thou hide
thy face away from me?
16 I am afflicted dying still,
from youth this many a yeare:
Thy terrors which do vese me ill,
with troubled mind I beare.

17 The furies of thy wrathfull rage
full sore upon me fall:
Thy terrors eke do not asswage,
but me oppresse withall.
18 All day they compasse me about,
as waters at the tide:
And all at once with streams full stout,
beset me on each side.

19 Thou settest far from me my friends,
and lovers every one:
Yea and minr old acquaintance all
out of my sight are gone.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord God of health the hope and stay
• Title: Domine Deus
• Author: J. H.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1640
• Scripture:
  Psalm 87
• Notes: Sing this as Psalm 77

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