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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 25. AD TE DOMINE, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: To thee, o lord most just Last Line: O lord, from all his troubles fell. | |||
To Thee, O Lord most just, I lift my inward sight; My God, in Thee I trust, Let me not ruin quite; Let not those foes that me annoy On my complaint build up their joy. Sure, sure who hope in Thee Shall never suffer shame; Let them confounded be That causeless wrongs do frame. Yea, Lord, to me Thy ways do show; Teach me, thus vexed, what path to go. Guide me as Thy truth guides; Teach me for why Thou art The God in whom abides The saving me from smart; For never day such changing wrought That I from trust in Thee was brought. Remember, only King, Thy mercy's tenderness; To Thy remembrance bring Thy kindness, lovingness; Let those things Thy remembrance grave, Since they eternal essence have. But, Lord, remember not Sins brewed in youthful glass Nor my rebellious blot Since youth and they do pass; But in Thy kindness me record, Ev'n for Thy mercy's sake, O Lord. Of grace and righteousness The Lord such plenty hath That He deigns to express To sinning men His path. The meek He doth in judgment lead, And teach the humble how to tread. And what think you may be The paths of my great God? Even spotless verity And mercy spread abroad To such as keep His covenant And on His testimonies plant. O Lord, for Thy name's sake Let my iniquity Of Thee some mercy take, Though it be great in me. Oh, is there one with his fear fraught? He shall be by best teacher taught. Lo, how His blessing buds Inward, an inward rest, Outward, all outward goods By His seed eke possessed. For such He makes His secret know; To such He doth His cov'nant show. Where then should my eyes be But still on this Lord set? Who doth and will set free My feet from tangling net. O look, O help, let mercy fall, For I am poor, and left of all. My woes are still increased; Shield me from these assaults; See how I am oppressed, And pardon all my faults. Behold my foes, what store they be, Who hate, yea, hate me cruelly. My soul, which Thou didst make, Now made, O Lord, maintain, And me from these ills take Lest I rebuke sustain; For Thou, the Lord, Thou only art, Of whom the trust lives in my heart. Let my uprightness gain Some safety unto me; I say, and say again, My hope is all in Thee. In fine, deliver Israel, O Lord, from all his troubles fell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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