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Hymn · Psalm 39

I Said, I Will Look to My Ways

ST. ETHELDREDA · C.M. · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650 · music Thomas Turton

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I Said, I Will Look to My Ways self mus to in thine me ing re I age Lord, while did with tongue is un I my my show eye was, strain sin: my and with lence I thou end, heart si said, in days mea I will With 1. I 2. 5. Lo, 4. Mine 3. My mad'st; days, hot; came, ways, breadth my ed be my mine O and, I lest me an sure of hand as wax dumb to look van well did was I'll these i may let my keep brid creas is my ly ty I ed le whol frail words ty. know. pass: pain. in. ing: the did ing of noth is and but ed in fire sure same; burn; good; wick speak sight As What The From In the at there my my that with best by tongue more mouth man I from then men each 6. Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain. 7. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is fixed on thee. Free me from all my trespasses, the fool's scorn make not me. 8. Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth, because this work was thine. Thy stroke take from me; by the blow of thine hand I do pine. 9. When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, Thou wastes his beauty like a moth: sure each man's vanity. 10. Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears and pray'rs not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee. 11. O spare thou me, that I my strength recover may again, Before from hence I do depart, and here no more remain. Scottish Psalter, 1650 ST. ETHELDREDA C.M. Thomas Turton, 1860
I Said, I Will Look to My Ways self mus to in thine me ing re I age Lord, while did with tongue is un I my my show eye was, strain sin: my and with lence I thou end, heart si said, in days mea I will With 1. I 2. 5. Lo, 4. Mine 3. My mad'st; days, hot; came, ways, breadth my ed be my mine O and, I lest me an sure of hand as wax dumb to look van well did was I'll these i may let my keep brid creas is my ly ty I ed le whol frail words ty. know. pass: pain. in. ing: the did ing of noth is and but ed in fire sure same; burn; good; wick speak sight As What The From In the at there my my that with best by tongue more mouth man I from then men each 6. Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain. 7. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is fixed on thee. Free me from all my trespasses, the fool's scorn make not me. 8. Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth, because this work was thine. Thy stroke take from me; by the blow of thine hand I do pine. 9. When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, Thou wastes his beauty like a moth: sure each man's vanity. 10. Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears and pray'rs not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee. 11. O spare thou me, that I my strength recover may again, Before from hence I do depart, and here no more remain. Scottish Psalter, 1650 ST. ETHELDREDA C.M. Thomas Turton, 1860

1.I said, I will look to my ways,
lest with my tongue I sin:
In sight of wicked men my mouth
with bridle I'll keep in.

2.With silence I as dumb became,
I did myself restrain
From speaking good; but then the more
increased was my pain.

3.My heart within me waxed hot;
and, while I musing was,
The fire did burn; and from my tongue
these words I did let pass:

4.Mine end, and measure of my days,
O Lord, unto me show
What is the same; that I thereby
my frailty well may know.

5.Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad'st;
mine age is in thine eye
As nothing: sure each man at best
is wholly vanity.

6.Sure each man walks in a vain show;
they vex themselves in vain:
He heaps up wealth, and doth not know
to whom it shall pertain.

7.And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
my hope is fixed on thee.
Free me from all my trespasses,
the fool's scorn make not me.

8.Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth,
because this work was thine.
Thy stroke take from me; by the blow
of thine hand I do pine.

9.When with rebukes thou dost correct
man for iniquity,
Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:
sure each man's vanity.

10.Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears
and pray'rs not silent be:
I sojourn as my fathers all,
and stranger am with thee.

11.O spare thou me, that I my strength
recover may again,
Before from hence I do depart,
and here no more remain.

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