Mighty Lord from this thy land, Never was thy love estrang’d: Jacobs servitude thy hand Hath, we know, to freedome chang’d. All thy peoples wicked parts Have byn banisht from thy sight, Thou on them hast cured quite All the woundes of synnfull dartes; Still thy Choller quenching soe, Heate to flame did never grow. Now then God as heretofore, God the God that dost us save, Change our state, in us no more Lett thine anger object have. Wilt thou thus for ever grieve? Wilt thou of the wrathfull rage Draw the threed from age to age? Never us againe relieve? Lord yet once our hartes to joy Show thy grace, thy help employ. What speake I? O lett me heare What he speakes: for speake hee will Peace to whome he love doth beare, Lest they fall to folly still. Ever nigh to such as stand In his feare, his favour is: How can then his glory misse Shortly to enlight our land? Mercy now and truth shall meete: Peace with kisse shall Justice greete. Truth shall spring in ev’ry place, As the hearb, the earthes attire: Justices long absent face Heav’n shall show, and Earth admire. The Jehova on us will Good in good in plenty throw: Then shall we in gladness mow, Wheras now in grief we till. The before him in his way All goe right, not one shall stray.
About the headline (FAQ)
Confirmed with The Psalms of The Countess of Pembroke, 1590s: from John Rathmell’s 1963 edition.
- by Bible or other Sacred Texts [an adaptation] [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- [ None yet in the database ]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in French (Français), a translation by Bible or other Sacred Texts [an adaptation] ENG ; composed by Jean de Maletty.
Researcher for this text: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2017-02-17
Line count: 40
Word count: 235