« AnteriorContinuar »
By Mr. Michael Wise, late Organist of the Cathedral Church of Salisbury, one of the Gent, of the Chapel Royal, and Almoner of St. Paul's.
Wake up, my glofy; awake, lute and harp: I my self will awake right early. 10. I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the nations. 9. Awake, &c.
11. For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens: and thy truth unto the clouds.
9. Awake, &c.
12. Set up thy self, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.
1. A Wake, awake, put on thy strength, Jljl O Sion ; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, thou holy city.
. Shake thy self from the dust, O "Jerusalem: loose thy self from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Sion.
. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth glad tidings of good, that publifheth salvation, that saith unto Sion, Thy God reigneth!
>. Break forth into joy, Hallelujah; sing together, ye waste places of "Jerusalem: for the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem. *
10. The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the sight of all nations, and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God. Hallelujah.
Is A i. XL. Four
Repare ye the way of the Lord,/?*/}, make straight in the desert a high- Contraway for our God. '*'"'' Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made' straight, and the rough places shall be made plain. , And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed: and all flesh shall see it together. 2 6. And
6. And the voice said, Cry. What shall 1 cry? Ail flesti is grafs, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.
8. The grafs withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of the Lord shall stand fast for ever.
9. O Zion, that bringest glad tidings, get thee up into the mountains: O Jerusalem, that bringest glad tidings, lift Up thy voice with strength; and fay unto Judahi Behold thy Gon.
9. O Jerusalem, that,
By Dr. William Turner, one of the
P S a l. XC. Thr(e
O R D, thou hast been our re-Vakafuee : from one generation to J another.
-n r - Contra
2. Before the mountains were tenor. brought forth, or ever the earth and ths world were made: thou art God from everlasting, and world without end. Thou turnest man to destruction : again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men.
. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday: seeing that is past as a watch in the night.
. As soon as thou scatterest them, they are even as a steep: and fade away suddenly like the grass.
, For when thou art angry, all our days are gone: we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.