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Hymn · Psalm 39

I Said, I Will Look to My Ways

WINCHESTER OLD · C.M. · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650 · music Thomas Est, The Whole Book of Psalmes, 1592

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I Said, I Will Look to My Ways self in to mus tongue thine me ing re I age Lord, while did with mine O and, I lest is un I my my eye show was, strain sin: thou end, heart si said, and my with lence I With 1. I 2. 5. Lo, 4. Mine 3. My hot; days, hand of wax dumb ways, breadth my ed be my came, look days mea in I will as to mad'st; an sure me van well did was I'll these may i let my keep whol frail words creas brid is my ly ty I ed le ty. know. pass: pain. in. noth is fire in speak ing: the did ing of sight As What The From In at there my the my wick with best by tongue more mouth each that and but ed sure same; burn; good; men then from I man 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 WINCHESTER OLD C.M. Thomas Est, The Whole Book of Psalmes, 1592
I Said, I Will Look to My Ways self in to mus tongue thine me ing re I age Lord, while did with mine O and, I lest is un I my my eye show was, strain sin: thou end, heart si said, and my with lence I With 1. I 2. 5. Lo, 4. Mine 3. My hot; days, hand of wax dumb ways, breadth my ed be my came, look days mea in I will as to mad'st; an sure me van well did was I'll these may i let my keep whol frail words creas brid is my ly ty I ed le ty. know. pass: pain. in. noth is fire in speak ing: the did ing of sight As What The From In at there my the my wick with best by tongue more mouth each that and but ed sure same; burn; good; men then from I man 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 WINCHESTER OLD C.M. Thomas Est, The Whole Book of Psalmes, 1592

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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