Psalm Xxxiv: Lord, I Will Bless Thee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLMN OPOP BQBQ ARAS MITI UVUV WXWX| Lord I will bless thee all my days | A |
| Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue | B |
| My soul shall glory in thy grace | C |
| While saints rejoice to hear the song | D |
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| Come magnify the Lord with me | E |
| Come let us all exalt his name | F |
| I sought th'eternal God and he | E |
| Has not exposed my hope to shame | F |
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| I told him all my secret grief | G |
| My secret groaning reached his ears | H |
| He gave my inward pains relief | G |
| And calmed the tumult of my fears | H |
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| To him the poor lift up their eyes | I |
| Their faces feel the heav'nly shine | J |
| A beam of mercy from the skies | I |
| Fills them with light and joy divine | J |
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| His holy angels pitch their tents | K |
| Around the men that serve the Lord | L |
| O fear and love him all his saints | M |
| Taste of' his grace and trust his word | N |
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| The wild young lions pinched with pain | O |
| And hunger roar through all the wood | P |
| But none shall seek the Lord in vain | O |
| Nor want supplies of real good | P |
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| Children in years and knowledge young | B |
| Your parents' hope your parents' joy | Q |
| Attend the counsels of my tongue | B |
| Let pious thoughts your minds employ | Q |
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| If you desire a length of days | A |
| And peace to crown your mortal state | R |
| Restrain your feet from impious ways | A |
| Your lips from slander and deceit | S |
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| The eyes of God regard his saints | M |
| His ears are open to their cries | I |
| He sets his frowning face against | T |
| The sons of violence anti lies | I |
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| To humble souls and broken hearts | U |
| God with his grace is ever nigh | V |
| Pardon and hope his love imparts | U |
| When men in deep contrition lie | V |
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| He tells their tears he counts their groans | W |
| His Son redeems their souls from death | X |
| His Spirit heals their broken bones | W |
| They in his praise employ their breath | X |
Isaac Watts
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