Psalm 66:17

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

I with my mouth unto him cry'd, my tongue did him extol.

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This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.

I'll thee extol, my God, O King; I'll bless thy name always.

What shall I render to the Lord for all his gifts to me?

Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I caused to ascend: My humble supplication I to the Lord did send.

Lord, I will thee extol, for thou hast lifted me on high, And over me thou to rejoice mad'st not mine enemy.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?