Scottish Text Society publications > Old series > Works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan > Volume 2, 1898

PSALMES.
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19 To God then cry they in distresse,
From straits hee setts them free;
20 His word hee sends, and they, restored,
Destruction’s stroke do flee.
21 Oh, for the bountyes of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove ;
To praise Him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move !
22 The sacrifice of soleihe thanks
To God lett them present,
And with rejoiceing heart, his works
Of might and mercy vent.
23 They that in schipps do seas discend,
And on proud wavs persew
24 Their trade, God’s works and wondrous acts,
Amidst the deeps do view.
25 Hee specks, and streght tempestuous stormes
Of wynds his word obey,
Which swelling surges lift aloft,
That none bot hee can lay.
26 To heavins heav’d vp, thence dive they doun,
Discouering deeps profound;
Their melting soules, amidst these straits,
Wnwsuall fears confound.
27 As one in drink, in stag’ring state,
They totter to and fro,
And to ther witt’s end broght, no more
Do skill nor courage show.
28 While straited thus in thes extreams,
Wnto the Lord they cry;
The Lord from their distresses all
Releeus them by and by.