Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 86, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Lord bend to me thyne care Last Line: By thee, by thee my comfort wrought. Subject(s): Holidays; Thanksgiving Day | ||||||||
Lord bend to me Thyne eare And me heare Most poore, and most oppressed O save my soul distressed Who deeply am Thy debtor Save me and make my badd state better For Thee my God I serve. From Thee my hope doth never swerve. Lord pitty of me take For I make To Thee my dayly crying My heart in sorrow lying With joy O Lord recomfort For unto Thee my only comfort My Soul doth strive to rise With stretched hands and bended eyes. For Thou art good and kind Myld of mind To all their prayürs sending To Thee then well attending Thy servant heare his praying Gravely his petitions weighing I cry, but when I need I therfore of Thy help shall speed Compar'd with other gods By great odds Thou Lord excell'st: none taketh In hand, what thy hand maketh All nations by Thee framed Praising the Name, that Thou art named Shall come and as his right Shall fall adoring in Thy sight Thou great in deed dost stand From whose hand O only God still floweth Each work that wonder showeth Thy path to me discover And I O Lord with walking hover Still in thy truth: O frame My heart to love and feare Thy name. My heart, Lord, all my heart Shall take part In praysing Thee: Thy glory Shall be my endlesse story Thou art a gracious giver Of good to me, Thou dost deliver My Soul from pitt of woe Even from the pit that lyes most low Se, God, how proud men arm To my harm See how the mighty number My chased Soul incumber Who Thee from eyes repelling Reserve Thee in their sight no dwelling But Thou Lord God, my King Most mercyfull, wilt mercy bring Thy Pardon prone Thou art To impart To anger slowly going With truth and mildness flowing With pitty then behold me With Thy Support, my Lord, uphold me For I Thy servant am And of Thy handmaids body came O set on me some Sign To define Me one by Thee embraced That they with shame amated May fall by whom my Soul is hated Seing my Succour brought By Thee, by Thee my comfort wrought. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST THANKSGIVING by SHARON OLDS THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST INVENTORY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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