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PLXV. To the chief Musician. A Psalm and Song of David

1 Silence to thee; the praise, O God,
In Sion: paid shall be
2 The vow to thee. Who hearest prayers,
All flesh shall come to thee.
3 Works of iniquity prevail
Against me sore do they;
But as for our transgressions
Thou shalt them purge away.

4 O blessed is the man of whom
Thou thy free choice dost make:
And that he may dwell in thy courts,
Him near to Thee dost take:
For with the good things of thy house
Be satisfy'd shall we;
And with the holy things likewise
That in thy temple be.

5 In righteousness thou by the things
That dreadfully are done,
Wilt answer give to us, O God
Of our salvation:
On whom the ends of all the earth
Do confidently stay:
And likewise they that are remov'd
Far off upon the sea.

6 He girt with might, doth by his strength
Fix mountains: he doth swage
7 The noise of seas, noise of their waves,
Also the people's rage


8 Who in the utmost parts do dwell,
they at thy tokens quake:
The morns out-goings, and thenights
Thou to rejoice dost make.
9 Thou visit'st th' and water'st it
With God's flood-water fill'd:
Thou mak'st it rich, then corn prepar'st
When so thou hat it till'd.

10 Her ridges richly water'st thou,
Her furrows thou set'st fast:
With show'rs thou mak'st her soft to be,
Her springing blest Thou hast.
11 Thou with thy goodness dost the year
Adorn as with a crown,
Also the paths where thou dost tread
Thy fatness to drop down.

12 On pastures of the wilderness,
They dropping do distil:
And girt with joy on ev'ry side,
Is ev'ry little hill.
13 The pastures cloathed are with flocks
Corn over-covering
The valleys is, so that for joy
They shout, and also sing.

Text Information
First Line: Silence to thee the praise, O God
Title: To the chief Musician. A Psalm and Song of David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
Notes: 1. Heb.--Lamein; i.e. Nations;--and so the Sept. Chaldee, Arabick, ancient Latin, and Montanus.
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