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Psalm 45 

 


First Version (c.M.)

 

[Recommended tunes: v 1-9 Gairloch, Praetorius, Liverpool; v 10-17 Arnold, Southwark]

8,6,8,6


         

To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.

                   

1My heart brings forth a goodly thing;

my words that I indite

Concern the King: my tongue's a pen

of one that swift doth write.

2Thou fairer art than sons of men:

into thy lips is store

Of grace infus'd; God therefore thee

hath bless'd for evermore.

 

3O thou that art the mighty One,

thy sword gird on thy thigh;

Ev'n with thy glory excellent,

and with thy majesty.

4For meekness, truth, and righteousness,

in state ride prosp'rously;

And thy right hand shall thee instruct

in things that fearful be.

 

5Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart

of th' en'mies of the King;

And under thy subjection

the people down do bring.

6For ever and for ever is,

O God, thy throne of might;

The sceptre of thy kingdom is

a sceptre that is right.

 

7Thou lovest right, and hatest ill;

for God, thy God, most high,

Above thy fellows hath with th' oil

of joy anointed thee.

8Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,

a smell thy garments had,

Out of the iv'ry palaces,

whereby they made thee glad.

 

9Among thy women honourable

kings' daughters were at hand:

Upon thy right hand did the queen

in gold of Ophir stand.

10O daughter, hearken and regard,

and do thine ear incline;

Likewise forget thy father's house,

and people that are thine.

 

11Then of the King desir'd shall be

thy beauty veh'mently:

Because he is thy Lord, do thou

him worship rev'rently.

12The daughter there of Tyre shall be

with gifts and off 'rings great:

Those of the people that are rich

thy favour shall entreat.

 

13Behold, the daughter of the King

all glorious is within;

And with embroideries of gold

her garments wrought have been.

14She shall be brought unto the King

in robes with needle wrought;

Her fellow-virgins following

shall unto thee be brought.

 

15They shall be brought with gladness great,

and mirth on ev'ry side,

Into the palace of the King,

and there they shall abide.

16Instead of those thy fathers dear,

thy children thou may'st take,

And in all places of the earth

them noble princes make.

 

17Thy name remember'd I will make

through ages all to be:

The people therefore evermore

shall praises give to thee.

                                                      

                                                                                                        


    Second Version (S.M.)

 

[Recommended tunes: v 1-9 Carlisle, Bucer, Narenza, Shere; v 10-17 Malan, Song 20, Aynhoe]

6,6,8,6


 

1My heart inditing is

good matter in a song:

I speak the things that I have made,

which to the King belong:

My tongue shall be as quick,

his honour to indite,

As is the pen of any scribe

that useth fast to write.

 

2Thou'rt fairest of all men;

grace in thy lips doth flow:

And therefore blessings evermore

on thee doth God bestow.

3Thy sword gird on thy thigh,

thou that art most of might:

Appear in dreadful majesty,

and in thy glory bright.

 

4For meekness, truth, and right,

ride prosp'rously in state;

And thy right hand shall teach to thee

things terrible and great.

5Thy shafts shall pierce their hearts

that foes are to the King;

Whereby into subjection

the people thou shalt bring.

 

6Thy royal seat, O Lord,

for ever shall remain:

The sceptre of thy kingdom doth

all righteousness maintain.

7Thou lov'st right, and hat'st ill;

for God, thy God, most high,

Above thy fellows hath with th' oil

of joy anointed thee.

 

8Of myrrh and spices sweet

a smell thy garments had,

Out of the iv'ry palaces,

whereby they made thee glad.

9And in thy glorious train

kings' daughters waiting stand;

And thy fair queen, in Ophir gold,

doth stand at thy right hand.

 

10O daughter, take good heed,

incline, and give good ear;

Thou must forget thy kindred all,

and father's house most dear.

11Thy beauty to the King

shall then delightful be:

And do thou humbly worship him,

because thy Lord is he.

 

12The daughter then of Tyre

there with a gift shall be,

And all the wealthy of the land

shall make their suit to thee.

13The daughter of the King

all glorious is within;

And with embroideries of gold

her garments wrought have been.

 

14She cometh to the King

in robes with needle wrought;

The virgins that do follow her

shall unto thee be brought.

15They shall be brought with joy,

and mirth on ev'ry side,

Into the palace of the King,

and there they shall abide.

 

16And in thy fathers' stead,

thy children thou may'st take,

And in all places of the earth

them noble princes make.

17I will shew forth thy name

to generations all:

Therefore the people evermore

to thee give praises shall.

 

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