Psalms 43
43
psalm XLIII (3–5).
Tuin: St Lawrence
3O, let Thy licht leme and Thy truth,
To airt me straucht to Thee;
And wear me til Thy holie hill,
Whaur Thy lown biggins be.
4Syne to God’s altar sal I gang —
A loesome Lord He is —
My harp I’ll play, and lilt a lay
Thee God, my God, to praise.
5My soul, hoo can ye murn and maen?
And hoo sae dowie dree?
O, tell me hoo wi’ dreid are you
Forfoch’en sae in me?
Come, ye maun lippen to the Lord;
Or lang I will Him laud;
My health o’ face, and ilka grace
Are a’ the gifts o’ God.
Nke Ahọpụtara Ugbu A:
Psalms 43: SCOMP
Mee ka ọ bụrụ isi
Kesaa
Mapịa
Ịchọrọ ka echekwaara gị ihe ndị gasị ị mere ka ha pụta ìhè ná ngwaọrụ gị niile? Debanye aha gị ma ọ bụ mee mbanye
Metrical Psalms in Braid Scots, translated by Rev. T. T. Alexander published in 1928. This text is maintained by MissionAssist.