wrought Then when neere to ruine brought Fervently to Him I cry'd This Goodnesse magnifi'd If I Vices should affect VVould not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard VVhich my tongue with teares preferr'd Sourse of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALME LXVII As the 47. LORD showre on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extoll thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourne in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With feare adore PSALME LXVIII As the 8. LET God the God of Battaile rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoke which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyfull Songs his Praise resound VVho riding on the rowling Spheares The Name of great Jehovah beares Before his Face your joyes expresse A Father to the fatherlesse He wipes the teares from Widowes eyes The single plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound VVhile Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march't through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shooke With his majesticke Presence strooke VVhen Israels God in Clouds came downe Part. 2 High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crowne He in th'approach of meager Dearth VVith showres refresht the fainting Earth VVhere his owne Flocke in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels ring He Kings with their vast Armies foiles While women share their wealthy spoiles You who among the Pots have laine In Soot and Smoke shall shine againe Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove VVhose wings with golden Splendor move VVhen he the Kings had overthrowne Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountaine Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends VVhy boast you so ye meaner Hils God with his Glory Sion fils This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence Part. 3 His Chariots twenty thousand were VVhich Myriads of Angels beare He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Selfe hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivitie Deckt with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestowes Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods VVho his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Jacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring againe And through the bottome of the Maine That Dogs may lap their enemies bloud And they wade through a crimson Floud Part. 4 We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers marcht before VVho instruments of Musicke bore In order followed every Maid Vpon her pleasant Timbrell plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountaine spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Judah from his Mountaine-throne The farre removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Jordan where his streame dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Jerusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Part. 5 Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Buls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea VVhich beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdomes through the VVorld renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides VVhose voyce the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throwes A trembling horror on his Foes VVhile us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALME LXIX As the 22. LORD snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deepe Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yeelding mud There where no bottome can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight failes my long-expecting Eyes My Haires are not in number more Then my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never tooke restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithfull blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor ô let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a generall scorne Deserted by my neare Allies By children of my Mother borne Through zeale unto thy Honour worne While thy reproch upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my lookes exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Part 2 Yet shall my Praiers and Sighes ascend Even in an acceptable houre Thy Mercie gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almightie Power Let not the swallowing mud devoure Preserve from such a shamefull end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keepe Let not the Billowes overflow Nor Whirle-pits sucke into their Deepe O pitie Thou the Eies that weepe And thy Transcendent Mercie show Heare and redeeme without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soule in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc't VVas ever Sorrow halfe so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Griefe no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eate And Vineger to quench my Thirst O be their board a snare to those Prosperitie it selfe a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkenesse close And let them fall by their owne weight Powre on them thy Eternall hate VVith vengeance multiply their woes Part 3 In Ruines let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Soules with slander wound Let their iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercie joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Dayes Though poore to misery begot Yet Thoushalt my dejection raise Then
beg our bread with stretcht-out hands Our Fathers who transgrest in Death remaine And we the pressure of their sins sustaine Who were our vassals now our Soveraignes are And none survive to comfort our despaire With perill of our lives we seeke our food The sword in pathlesse Deserts thirsts for blood While Stormes of Famine mutiny within And like a furnace tan the saplesse skin In Judah's Cities Virgins they deflowre In Sion ravisht wives their wrongs deplore They crucifie our Princes in their rage Nor honour the aspect of reverend Age. Our Youth enforce to grind with lashes gall And Boyes beneath their cruell Burthens fall No Judge on high Tribunals now appeares No Musick drawes our Soules into our Eares Joy from our broken hearts exiled flyes Our mirth is chang'd to mourning Elegies The crowne from our ecclipsed Browes is torne By all except thy punishments forlorne Woe to our Sins for these we waste our yeares In Servitude We drowne our Eyes with teares For thee deserted Sion Foxes dwell Among thy ruines who our woes can tell Yet Lord thou ever liv'st Thy Throne shall last When funerall Flames the World to Cinders waste O why hast thou so long forgot thine owne Wilt thou forsake us as if never knowne O call us back that we thy face may view Those happy Dayes we once enjoy'd renew But thou hast cast us off to tread the path Of Exile made the Object of thy wrath A PARAPHRASE VPON THE SONGS COLLECTED OVT OF THE OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS EXODVS 15. As the 8. Psalme THE Praise of our triumphant King And of his Victory we sing Who in the Seas with horrid force O'rethrew the Rider and his Horse My Strength my God my Argument My Fathers God hath safety sent To him will I a Mansion raise There celebrate his glorious Praise His Sword hath won eternall fame And great Jehovah is his Name Lo Pharaoh's Chariots his proud Hoast Are in the swallowing Billowes lost God in the fathomlesse Profound Hath all his choice Commanders drown'd Downe sunk they like a falling stone By raging Whirl-pits ovethrowne Thy pow'rfull Hand these VVonders wrought Our Foes by Thee to ruine brought Thou all that durst against thee fight Hast crusht by thy prevailing Might Thy VVrath thy Foes to Cinders turnes As Fire the Sun-dri'd Stubble burnes Part 2 Blowne by thy Nostrils breath the Floud In heaps like solid Mountains stood The Seas divided Heart congeal'd Her sandy Bottom first reveal'd Pursue o're take th' Aegyptians cry'd Let us their wealthy Spoile divide Our Sword these Fugitives destroy And with their Slaughter feast our Joy Thou blew'st those Hils their Billowes spread In mightie Seas they sunke like Lead What God is like our God! so high So excellent in Sanctitie Whose glorious Praise such terror breeds So wonderfull in all thy Deeds Thy Hand out-stretcht the closing VVomb Of VVaves gave all his Host one Tomb. But us who have thy Mercy try'd In our Redemption thou wilt guide Guide by thy Power till we possesse The Mansion of thy Holinesse Part. 3 Our Foes shall this with terrour heare Sad Palaestine grow pale with feare Those who the Edomites command And Moabs Chiefs shall trembling stand The Hearts of Canaan melt away Like Snow before the Suns bright Ray. Horror shall seize on all not one But stand like Statues cut in Stone Vntill thy People passe even those VVhom thou hast ransom'd from their Foes Thou shalt conduct and plant them where Thy fruitfull Hils their Shoulders reare By thy Election dignifi'd VVhere thou for ever shalt abide Thy Reigne eternall King shall last VVhen Heaven and Earth in vapours waste While Pharaoh's Chariots and his Horse 'Twixt walls of Seas their way inforce Thy Hand reduc'd th'obedient Waves VVhich clos'd them in their rowling Graves But Israel through the bottome sand Securely past as on dry Land DEVTERONOMY XXXII As the 1. Psalme LEND O you Heavens unto my voyce an eare And thou O Earth what I shall utter heare My words shall fall like Deaw like April showers On tender Herbs and new-disclosed Flowers VVhile I the Goodnesse of our God proclaime O celebrate his great and glorious Name Our Rocke whose VVorks are perfect Justice leads And equall Judgement walks the VVay he treads In him unstain'd Sincerity excels The God of Truth in whom no falshood dwels But you are all corrupt perverse nor beare Those Marks about you which his Children weare O fooles depriv'd of intellectuall Light Doe you your great Preserver thus requite Your Father He who made you did select From all the World and with his Beauty deck'd Remember aske the Ancient They will tell What in old times and Ages past befell VVhen the most High did distribute the Earth VVith liberall hand to all of humane birth VVhen yet you were not He according to Your numerous Race design'd a Seat for you Part. 2 His People are his Portion Jacobis Th' Inheritance alone reserv'd for His. He when he wandred through a desert land And in a horrid Wildernesse of sand Conducted taught him his high Mysteries And kept him as the Apples of his Eyes As the old Eagle on her Ayery spreads Her fostring Plumes renewes their downy beds Feeds traines them for the flight subdues their feares And on her soaring wings her Eaglets beares So he sustein'd So led him He alone No stranger-Gods to Israel then were knowne Whom like a Horse the towring Mountaines bore That those rich fields might feast him with their store With Honey the hard Rocks supply'd his want And pure Oyle dril'd from cliffes of Adamant Him with the Milke of Ewes with Butter fed With fat of Lambs and Rams in Bashan bred With flesh of Goats with Wheats pure Kernels fill'd And dranke the Bloud which from the Grape distill'd Part. 3 But Jesurun grew fat kickt like a Horse Full of high feeding and untamed force Forsooke his God who made sustein'd adorn'd And that strong Rocke of his Salvation scorn'd VVith barbarous Gods and execrable Rites His Jealousie and Wrath at once excites To Divels they profanely sacrific'd Gods made with hands before their Maker priz'd Gods brought from forraigne Nations strange and new Gods which their Ancestors nor fear'd nor knew Their Father their firme Rocke remembred not And Him who had created them forgot This having seene with burning eyes the Lord His Daughters and degenerate Sons abhor'd Said from these Rebels I will hide my face And see the end of this unfaithfull Race Since they with Gods that are but Gods in Name My Soule with so great Jelousie inflame And through their vanities my wrath incense I by the like will punish their offence Their Glory to an unknowne Nation grant And in their roome a foolish People plant Part. 4 A fire is kindled in my wrath which shall Even in the depth of Hell devoure them all Polluted Earth with her productions burne And ayery Mountaines into ashes turne One misery another shall invite And all my arrowes in
to move Thou from thy rebell Heart hast God exil'd Kept backe thy Prayers his sacred Truth revil'd Thy Lips declare thy owne impiety Accuse of fraud condemne thee and not I. Art thou the first of Mortals wert thou made Before the Hils their lofty Browes display'd Hath God to thee his Oracles resign'd Is wisedome only to thy Breast confin'd What know'st thou that we know not as compleat In Natures graces in acquir'd as great There are gray heads among us Counsellers To whom thy Father was a Boy in Yeares Slight thou the Comforts we from God impart VVhat greater Secret lurkes in thy proud heart That hurries thee into these extasies VVhat fury flames in thy disdainfull Eyes VVilt thou a warre against thy Maker wage And wound him with thy tongues blasphemous rage VVas ever humane flesh from blemish cleare Can they be guiltlesse whom fraile women beare He trusteth not his Ministers of Light The radiant Stars shine dimnly in his Sight How perfect then is man from head to foot Defil'd with filth and rotten at the root VVho poys'ning sinne with burning thirst devours As parched Earth sucks in the falling showers VVhat I have heard and seene would'st thou intend Thy cure I would unto thy care commend VVhich oft the wise have in my thoughts reviv'd To them from knowing Ancestors deriv'd VVho God-like over happy Nations reign'd And Vertue by suppressing Vice sustein'd Th'Unjust his Dayes in painefull travell spends The Cruell sodainly to Death descends He starts at every sound that strikes his Eare And punishment anticipates by feare VVho from the heigth of all his Glory shall Like newly-kindled Exhalations fall Despaires cold breath his springing hopes confounds VVho feeles th' expected sword before it wounds He begs his bread from doore to doore and knowes The Night drawes on that must his Day inclose Horror and anguish shall his soule affright Daunt like a King that drawes his Troops to fight Since he against the Almighty stretcht his hand And like a rebell spurn'd at his Command God shall upon his seven-fold target rush And his stiffe necke beneath his shoulders crush Though Luxury swell in his shining eyes And his fat belly load his yeilding thighes Though he dismantled Cities fortifie From their deserted ruines rais'd on high Yet his congested wealth shall melt like snow VVhose growth shall never to perfection grow Destruction shall surround him nor shall he His Soule from that darke night of Horror free God with his breath shall all his Branches blast And scorch with lightning by his vengeance cast Will the deluded trust to vanitie And by the stroake of his owne folly die For he shall be cut downe before his time His spreading Branches wither in their prime Lo as a storme which with the Sunne ascends From creeping vines their unripe clusters rends And the fat olive ever greene with Leaves Together of her hopes and flowers bereaves So shall the great Revenger ruinate Him and his Issue by a dreadfull fate Those fooles who fraud with pietie disguise And by corrupting Bribes to Greatnesse rise Their Glories shall in desolation mourne While hungry flames their lofty structures burne With Mischiefe they conceive their bellies great With swelling Vanitie bring forth Deceit Chap. 16 Then Iob How long wilt thou thus vexe mine eares You all are miserable Comforters Shall this vaine wind of words ah never end VVhy Eliphas should'st thou afflict thy Friend VVere you so lost in griefe would I thus speake Such bruised hearts with harshinvectives breake VVould I accumulate your Miseries VVith Scorne and draw new Rivers from your Eyes Oh no my language should your passions calme My words should drop into your wounds like balme But oh my frantick Sorrow finds no ease Complaints nor silence can their pangs appease Thou Lord hast my perplexed Soule deprest Bereft of all the comforts shee possest My Face thus furrowed with untimely age My pale and meagre lookes professe thy rage VVhose Ministers like cunning foes surprise Teare with theirteeth transfix me with their eyes Against my peace combine at once assaile VVith open mouthes and impudently raile God hath deliver'd me into their Jawes VVho hunt for spoile and make their swords their Lawes Long saild I on smooth Seas by fore-winds borne Now bulg'd on rocks and by his Tempests torne He by the Neck hath hal'd in pieces cut And set me as a marke on every Butt His Archers circle me my reines they wound And ruthlesse shed my gall upon the ground Behold he ruines upon ruines heaps And on me like a furious Giant leaps For thus with sackcloth I invest my Woe And dust upon my clouded forehead throw My cheeks are guttered with my fretting teares And on my falling Eye-lids Death appeares Yet is my heart upright my prayers sincere My guiltlesse Life from your aspersions cleare Reveale oh Earth the Blood that I have spilt Nor heare me Heaven if I be soil'd with guilt My conscience knowes her owne Integritie And that all-seeing Power inthron'd on high Yet you traduce me in my Miseries But I to God erect my weeping Eyes Would I before him might my cause defend And argue as a mortall with his friend Since I ere long that precipice must tread VVhence none returne that leads unto the Dead Chap. 17 My spirits are infected and my Tombe Yawnes to devoure mee my last Dayes are come Yet you with bitter scorne my pangs increase Nor ah will suffer me to die in peace VVhat Advocate will take your cause in hand And for you at the high Tribunall stand Since God your erring soules deprives of sense Nor will exalt you in your owne defence His Children shall their dayes in sorrow end VVhose tongue with flattery deludes his Friend I to the vulgar am become a Jest Esteemed as a Minstrell at a Feast My sleeplesse eyes their splendor quench in teares My tortur'd body to a shadow weares This in the Righteous wonder shall excite The Innocent shall hate the Hypocrite He in the path prescrib'd shall boldly goe And his untainted strength shall stronger grow Revoke your wandring Censures nor despise The wretched you who seeme but are not wise My flying houres arrive at their last date My thoughts and fortunes buryed in my fate How soone my shortned Day is chang'd to Night Abortive Darknesse veiles my setting Light Oh can your counsell his despaire deferre VVho now is housed in his Sepulchre I in the shades of death my Bed have made Corruption thou my Father art I said And thou O Worme my Mother by thy Birth My Sister borne and nourished by Earth Where now are all my hopes oh never more Shall they revive nor Death her rapes restore But to the graves infernall prison must With me descend and rot in shrouds of Dust Chap. 18 To whom thus Bildad when wilt thou forbeare To clamor and afford a patient eare Do'st thou as beasts thy ancient friends despise Are we so vile and triviall in thine Eyes Oh miserable Man
made And guide it with a reine Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred browes infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet cals Throng to thy celebrated Festivals They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouthes be found And in thy Justice shall their Joyes abound Part. 3 Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King Thou our defence secure beneath thy VVing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroë powr'd my Sacred Oyle To guide my People and preserve from spoile I will support him with my powerfull Arme No Foe shall Tribute force nor Treason harme His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soule by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemencie shall crowne his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He from the Billows of the Tyrian Maine To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reigne Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall Me Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reigne his Throne shall last While Daies have light and Nights their shadows cast Part. 4 If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heire To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usuall Race should through the Zodiack run VVhile Men the Moone and radiant Stars should see The faithfull witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy owne Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworne Thou from his Browes his Diadem hast torne Cast downe the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks level'd with the ground VVhom now his Neighbours scorne a common prey And spoile to all that travell by the way Part. 5 Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes VVho now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharpe Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrinke in fervor of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renowne In ruines buried and his Throne cast downe His Youth consumed with untimely Age Markt out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourne Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burne O call to mind the shortnesse of my daies That dreame of Man which like a Flower decaies VVho lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemne Oath Remember the Reproches I have borne Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorne Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soule praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME XC As the 34. O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aëry Mountaines had their birth Or Fabricke of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But fraile man daily dying must At thy Command returne to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand yeares are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by the Torrent swept from hence An empty Dreame which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sinnes although by Night conceal'd By shame and feare are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our yeares we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sicknesse strive Cut off with winged haste Part. 2 Who knowes the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadfull anger hath Proportion'd his due feare Teach us to number our fraile Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sinne forbeare Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknowne comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearefull beames reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Blesse our attempts with aide divine And by thy Hand direct PSALME XCI As the 9. VVHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of Warre or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers traine The tainted aires infectious breath His Truth in perils shall susteine And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrowes slay Nor Pestilence devoure by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sinke on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft Since God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vowes direct No evill shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roofe infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Left thou at any time should'st slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basiliske shalt tread The Mountaine Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix't his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soule from danger free And from the reach of Envie raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALME XCII As the 29. THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankefull hearts and joyfull tongues To renowne thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Starres arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firme faith in gratefull Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemne Harpe begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy VVorkes my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds VVho thy Wonders can expresse All thy Thoughts are fathomlesse Hid from Men in Knowledge blinde Hid from Fooles to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
Prisoners chaines To the blind restores his sight Reares who fall by wicked might Righteousnesse his Soule affects Friendlesse Strangers he protects Widdowes and the Fatherlesse Those confounds who these oppresse Zion God thy God shall raigne While the Poles their Orbs sustaine Halelu-jah PSALME CXLVII As the CXI IEhovah praise with one consent How comely sweet how excellent To sing our great Creators praise Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise Collecting scattered Israel That they in their owne Townes may dwell He cures the sorrowes of our minds Our wounds imbalmes and softly binds He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames And calls them by their severall Names Great is our God and great in might His knowledge O most infinite The Humble unto Thrones erects The Insolent to Earth dejects Present your thanks to our great King On solemne Harps his Praises sing Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides And timely Raine for Earth provides With grasse he cloths the pregnant Hils And hungry beasts with Herbage fils He feeds the Ravens croaking brood Left by the Old that cry for food Part. 2 He cares not for the strength of Horse Nor mans strong limbs and matchlesse force But those affects who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith O Solyma Jehovah praise To God thy Voice O Sion raise Who hath thy City fortify'd Thy streets with Citizens supply'd Firme peace in all thy borders set And fed thee with the flowre of Wheat He sends forth his Commands which flie More swift then Lightning through the Skie The Snow-like VVooll on Mountains spreads And hoary Frosts like Ashes sheds While solid Flouds their course refraine VVhat Mortall can his cold sustain At this Command by Wind and Sun Dissolv'd th'unfetter'd Rivers run His Lawes to Jacob he hath showne His Judgements are to Israel knowne Not so with other Nations deales From whom his Statutes he conceales PSALME CXLVIII As the 29. Halelu-jah YOu who dwell above the Skies Free from humane miseries You whom highest Heaven imbowres Praise the Lord with all your powers Angels your cleare Voices raise Him you Heavenly Armies praise Sun and Moone with borrow'd light All you sparkling Eyes of Night Waters hanging in the aire Heaven of Heavens his Praise declare His deserved Praise record His who made you by his Word Made you evermore to last Set you bounds not to be past Let the Earth his Praise resound Monstrous Whales and Seas profound Vapors Lightning Haile and Snow Stormes which when he bids them blow Flowry Hils and Mountains high Cedars neighbours to the Skie Trees that fruit in season yield All the Cattell of the Field Salvage beasts all creeping things All that cut the Aire with wings You who awfull Scepters sway You inured to obey Princes Judges of the Earth All of high and humble birth Youths and Virgins flourishing In the beauty of your spring You who bow with Ages weight You who were but borne of late Praise his Name with one consent O how great how excellent Then the Earth profounder farre Higher then the highest Starre He will his to honour raise You his Saints resound his Praise You who are of Jacobs Race And united to his Grace Halelu-jah PSALME CXLIX As the 29. TO the God whom we adore Sing a Song unsung before His immortall Praise reherse Where his Holy Saints converse Israel O thou his Choice In thy Makers Praise rejoyce Zions Sons rejoyce and sing To the Honour of your King In the Dance his Praise resound Strike the Harp let Timbrels sound God in Goodnesse infinite In his People takes delight God with safety will adorne Those whom men afflict with scorne Let his Saints in glory joy Sing as in their Beds they lie Highly praise the living Lord Arm'd with their two-edged Sword All the Heathen to confound And the Nations bordering round Binding all their Kings with cords Fettring their captived Lords That they in divine pursuit May his judgements execute As 't is writ such Honour shall Unto all his Saints befall Halelu-jah PSALME CL. As the 29. Halelu-jah PRaise the Lord inthron'd on high Praise him in his Sanctitie Praise him for his mighty Deeds Praise him who in Power exceeds Praise with Trumpets pierce the Skies Praise with Harps and Psalteries Praise with Timbrels Organs Flutes Praise with Violins and Lutes Praise with silver Cymbals sing Praise on those which loudly ring Angels all of humane birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Halelu-jah A PARAPHRASE VPON ECCLESIASTES Chap. 1 THis Sermon the much-knowing Preacher made King Davids Sonne who Judah's Scepter swai'd O restlesse vanitie of Vanities All is but vanitie the Preacher cries What profit have we by our Labors won Of all beneath the Circuit of the Sun The Earth is fix't we fleeting as one Age Departs another enters on the Stage The setting Sunne resignes his Throne to Night Then hastens to restore the morning Light The Winde flyes to the South shifts to the North And wheeles about to where it first brake forth All Rivers run into th' insatiate Maine From thence to their old Fountaines creepe againe Incessantly all toyle The searching Minde The Eye and Eare no satisfaction finde What is hath beene what hath beene shall ensue And nothing underneath the Sun is new Of what can it be truely said Behold This never was The same hath beene of old For former Ages we remember not And what is now will be in time forgot Lo I the Preacher King of Israel Who in abilitie and power excell In wisedomes search apply'd my Industrie To know what ever was beneath the skie For God this toile on Mans ambition layes To travell in so intricate a Maze I all their workes have seene all are but vaine Conceiv'd with sorrow and brought forth with paine The crooked never can be rectifi'd Nor the defective numbred or supply'd Thus in my Heart I said Thou art arriv'd At Honors hight more wisedome hast achev'd Then all that liv'd in Solyma before Thy Knowledge Judgement and Experience more As wisedome so I folly did pursue And madnesse try'de these were vexations too Much wisedome great anxieties infest And griefe of Minde by Knowledge is increast Chap. 2 I said in my owne Heart Goe on and prove What Mirth can do tast the delights of Love In Pleasures change thy carelesse Houres imploy This also was a false and emptie Joy Avaunt said I O Laughter thou art mad Vaine Mirth what canst thou to contentment adde Then sought the cares of Study to decline With liberall feasts and flowing Bowles of Wine With all my wisedome exercis'd to try If she at length with folly could comply And to discover that Beatitude VVhich Mortals all their lives so much pursu'd Great workes I finish'd sumptuous Houses built My Cedar roofes with Gold of Ophir guilt Choice Vineyards planted Paradises made Stor'd with all sorts of fruits with Trees of shade And water'd with coole Rivolets tha dril'd Along the Borders these my Fish-pooles fil'd For service and Delight I
their bosomes light Famine shall eate them hot Diseases burne And all by violent deaths to Earth returne The teeth of salvage Beasts their blood shall spill And Serpents with their fatall poyson kill The Sword without and home-bred Terrors shall Devoure their lives Their Youth untimely fall Betrothed Virgins such as stoope with Age And sucking Babes shall sinke beneath my Rage Scatter I would like Chaffe by Tempests blowne Nor should their Memory to Man be knowne If not withheld by their insulting Foe Lest he should triumph in their overthrow And boasting say This our owne hands have done Our Swords the Gods which have their battaile won Part. 5 A Nation which hath no Intelligence Vncapable of Councell void of sense O that my Words could to their hearts descend To make them wise and thinke of their last End How would One man a Thousand put to flight And Two a Myriad overthrow in Fight But that their Strength hath sold them to their Foes And left them naked to their deadly blowes For though our Enemies should judge their Powers Are faint to His their Rocke no Rocke to ours Their Vine of Sodom of Gomorrahs fields Which Grapes of Gall and bitter clusters yields Poison of Dragons is their deadly Wine To which cold Aspes their drowsie venome joyne Is not all this unto my Sight reveal'd Laid up in store and with my Signet seal'd To me belongs Revenge and Recompence Which I will in the time decree'd dispense The Day is neere which their destruction brings And Punishment now flies with speedy wings Part. 6 God will his People judge at length relent And of his Servants miseries repent Then when they are of all their power bereft No strength no hope of humane succour left And say Where are the Gods of your defence Those Rockes of your presuming confidence Whose flaming Altars you so often fed VVith fat of Bieves and VVine profusely shed Now let them from their crowned Banquets rise And shield you from your furious enemies Behold I am your God I onely I Assisted by no forraigne Deity I kill revive I wound and heale no hand Or power of Mortals can my strength withstand I to the Heavens I made my armes extend Pronounce I ever was and have no end VVhet I my glittering Sword if I advance My hand in Judgement woes past utterance And vengeance equall to their merits shall Vpon my Foes and those who hate me fall The hungry Sword shall eat their flesh like Food My thirsty Arrows shall be drunke with bloud For Captives slaine and for the bloud they spilt I will with horrour recompence their guilt You wiser Nations with his People joy For he will all their Enemies destroy His Servants vindicate from their proud Foe And to their Land and them his Mercy show JUDGES V. As the 8. Psalme YOUR great Preserver celebrate He who reveng'd our wrongs of late When you his sonnes in Israels Aid Of life so brave a Tender made You Princes with attention heare And you who awfull Scepters beare While I in sacred Numbers sing The Praise of our eternall King When he through Seir his Army led In Edoms fields his Ensignes spread Earth shooke the Heavens in drops descend And Clouds in teares their substance spend Before his Face the Mountaines melt Old Sinai unknowne fervor felt When Israel Sangars Rule obey'd And Jael that Virago sway'd She bold of heart He great in Warre Yet to the fearefull Travailer All wayes were then unsafe who crept Through Woods or past when others slept The Land uncultivated lay When I arose I Deborah A Mother to my Countrey grew At once their Foes and feares subdue Part. 2 When to themselves new Gods they chose Then were their Wals besieg'd by Foes Did One of Forty Thousand weare A Cote of Steele or shooke a Speare You who with such alacrity Led to the Battaile O how I Affect your Valour with me raise Your voyces Sing Jehovahs Praise Sing You who on white Asses ride And Justice equally divide You who those VVayes so fear'd of late VVhere now no Thieves assassinate You lately from your Fountaines barr'd VVhere you their clattering Quivers heard There with united joy record The righteous Judgements of the Lord. You who your Cities repossesse VVho reape in peace his Praise professe Arise O Deborah arise In heavenly Hymnes expresse thy Joyes Arise O Barak Thou the Fame And Off-spring of Abinoam Of Israel the renowned Head Captivitie now captive lead Part. 3 Nor shall the noble Memory Of our strong Aids in silence die The Quiver-bearing Ephramite March't from his Mountaine to the Fight Those who on Amalek confine The small Remaines of Benjamin From Machir Princes Not a few VVise Zebulun with Letters drew The valiant Chiefes of Issachar VVith Deborah troopt to this Warre VVho downe into the Valley tread The way which noble Barak led But Reuben from the rest disjoyn'd By Hils and Flouds was so in mind Did'st thou these glorious VVars refuse To heare the bleating of the Ewes O great in Councell O how wise That couldst both Faith and Fame despise Gilead ' of thundring Drums afraid Or slothfull beyond Jordan staid Dan his swift-sailing Ships affects And publique Liberty neglects VVhile Ashur on his Cliffes relides And fortifies against the Tides But Zebulun and Nepthali VVho never would from danger flye VVere ready for the publike good On Tabors top to shed their bloud Part. 4 Then Kings Kings of the Canaanites On Taanach Plaines addrest their Fights VVhere swift Megiddo's VVaters ran Yet neither Spoile nor Trophee wan The Heavens ' gainst Sisera fought The Stars Mov'd in Battalia to those VVars By ancient Kishon swept from thence VVhose Torrent salling Clouds incense Thou O my joyfull Soule at length Hast trod to Dirt their puissant Strength Their wounded Horse with flying haste Fall head-long and their Riders cast Thus spake an Angel Cursed be Thou Meroz all who dwell in thee That basely would'st no aid afford In that great Battaile to the Lord. Cinoeian Hebers VVife thou best Of VVomen be thou ever blest Blest above all Let all that dwell In Tents thy Act O Jaell tell She brought him Milke above his wish And Butter in a Princely Dish A Hammer and a Naile she tooke This into Sisera's Temples strooke He fell fell downe downe to the Flore Lay where he fell bath'd in his Gore Lay groveling at her Feet and there His wretched Soule sigh'd into Aire Part. 5 His Mother at her window staid And thrusting out her shoulders said Why are his Chariots wheeles so slow Nor yet my Sonne in Triumph show VVhen her wise Ladies standing by Yea she her selfe made this reply Have not their Swords now won the Day Have they not shar'd the wealthy Prey Now every Souldier for his paines An Hebrew Dame or Virgin gaines VVhile Sisera choosing layes aside Rich Robes in various Colours dy'd Rich Robes with curious Needles wrought On either side from Phrygia brought The Thread spun from
tak'st Those Parts wherein the most Perverse may see Divinity and Poesie agree Afflicted Iob a Veile of Sorrow shrouds But heavenly Beames dispell those envious Clouds The Royall Psalmist borne on Angels wings Now weepes in Verse now Halelu-jahs sings Converted Salomon to our eyes presents Deluding Ioyes and curelesse Discontents That good Iosiah's Name may never dye Thy Muse revives his Mournfull Elegy With the same Zeale doth to our Numbers fit All the Poeticke Parts of Holy Writ And thus Salvation thou maist bring to those Who never would have sought for it in Prose Henry Rainsford To his VVorthy Friend Mr. George Sandys on his Sacred Poems HOw bold a Worke attempts that Pen Which would enrich our Vulgar tongue With the high Raptures of those Men VVho here with the same Spirit sung VVherewith they now assist the Quire Of Angels who their Songs admire VVhat ever those inspired Soules VVere urged to expresse did shake The Aged Deepe and both the Poles Their numerous Thunder could awake Dull Earth which doth with Heav'n consent To all They wrought and all They meant Say Sacred Bard what could bestow Courage on thee to soare so high Tell mee Brave Friend what help'd thee so To shake off all Mortalitie To Light this Torch thou hast climb'd higher Then he who stole caelestiall Fire Edward Waller To my worthy Friend Mr. George Sandys INspir'd by Thee who art thy selfe a Muse Not crown'd with Ivy or neglected Baies But with a sacred Light which doth infuse Into our Soules her intellectuall Raies Among these Starres of the first Magnitude I in affection my dimne Taper bring For though my Voice be horce my Numbers rude On such a Theame who could forbeare to sing Immortall Sands whose Nectar-dropping Pen Delights instructs and with that holy Fire Which fell from Heaven warmes the cold brests of men And in their Minds creats a new Desire For Truth in Poesie so sweetly strikes Vpon the Cords and Fivers of the Heart That it all other Harmony dislikes And happily is Vanquisht by her Art These God-like Formes inspir'd with Breath divine Blest in themselves and making others Blest For us are by that curious hand of thine In English Habits elegantly drest May our great Master to whose sacred Name Thy Studious Houres such usuall Gifts direct As Caesar to his Maro prove the Same And equall Beames upon thy Muse reflect Wintoure Grant A PARAPHRASE VPON IOB Chap. 1 IN Hus a Land which neare the Suns uprise And Northern confines of Sabaea lies A great Example of Perfection reign'd His Name was Iob his Soul with guilt unstaind None with more zeale the Deitie ador'd Affected Vertue more Vice more abhorr'd Three beauteous Daughters and seven hopefull Boyes Renew'd his youth and crown'd his Nuptiall Ioyes Lord of much Riches which the use renownes Seven thousand broad-taild Sheepe gras'd on his Downes Three thousand Camels his ranke Pastures fed Arabia's wandring Ships for traffick bred His gratefull Fields a thousand Oxen till'd They with their rich increase the hungry fill'd Five hundred Asses yearely tooke the Horse Producing Mules of greater speed and force The Master of a mighty Family Well ord'red and directed by his Eye None was more opulent in all the East Of greater Power yet such as still increast By daily turnes the Brothers entertaine Each other with the weeke begin againe This constant custome held Not to excite And pamper the voluptuous Appetite But to preserve the Vnion of their Blood With sober Banquets and unpurchas'd Food Th'invited Sisters with their graces blest Their festivals and were themselves a Feast Their turnes accomplisht Iobs religious care His Sonnes assembles whose united praier Like sweet perfumes from golden Censors rise Then with divine Lustrations sanctifies And when the Rosy-finger'd Morne arose From bleating Flocks unblemisht fatlings chose Proportion'd to their number these he slew And bleeding on the flaming Altar threw Perhaps said he my Children in the heat Of wine and mirth their Maker may forget And give accesse to Sinne. Thus they the Round Of Concord Keepe by his Devotions crownd Iehova from the summit of the skie Environ'd with his winged Hierarchie The world survaid When lo the Prince of Hell Who whilome from that envy'd Glory fell Like an infectious Exhalation Shot through the Spheares and stood before his Throne False Spirit said th' Almighty that all shapes Do'st counterfeit to perpetrate thy Rapes Whence com'st thou He reply'd I with the Sun Have circl'd the round World much People won From thy strict Rule to my indulgent Raigne Taught that no pleasure can result from paine Hast thou said God observ'd my servant Iob Is their a Mortall treading on the Globe Of Earth so perfect can thy wicked Arts Corrupt his goodnesse all thy fiery Darts The Armour of his fortitude repels In Iustice he as thou in fraud excels Our power adores with sacrifices feasts Loves what thou hat'st and all thy works detests Hath Iob serv'd God for nothing Satan said Or unrewarded at thy Altar paid His frequent vowes Hast thou not him and all Which he cals his inclosed with a wall Of strength impregnable his labours blest And almost with prosperitie opprest Left nothing to desire yet should'st thou lay Thy hand upon him or but take away What thy Indulgence gave in foule disgrace He would blaspheme and curse thee to thy face Iehova said his Children all he hath Are subject to the venome of thy wrath Alone his Person spare The tempter then Shrunke from his presence to th'aboads of Men. As at their elder Brother 's all the rest Of that faire off-spring celebrate is feast With liberall joy and coole th'inflaming blood Of generous grapes with christall of the flood A Messenger arriv'd halfe out of breath Yet pale with horror of escaped Death And cry'd Oh Iob as thy strong Oxen till'd The stubborne fallowes while thy Asses fill'd Themselves with Herbage all became a prey To arm'd Sabaeans who in ambush lay Thy Servants by their cursed fury slaine And I the only Messenger remaine Another entred ere his tale was told With singed haire and said I must unfold A dreadfull Accident At Noone a Night Of clouds arose that Day depriv'd of Light Whose roaring conflicts from their breaches threw Darts of inevitable flames which slew Thy Sheepe and Shepheards I of all alone Escap'd to make the sad Disaster knowne This hardly said a third with blood imbrew'd Brake through the Presse and thus his griefe pursu'd The fierce Chaldaeans in three Troopes assaild Our Guards till they their Soules through wounds exhal'd Then drave away thy Camels only I Thus wounded live to tell thy losse and Die As thronging Billowes one another drive To murmuring shores so thicke and fast arrive These Messengers of Death The fourth and last With staring haire wild lookes and breathlesse haste Rusht in and said Oh Iob prepare to heare The saddest newes that ever pierc'd an eare Loe as thy Children on soft Couches lay And with
an Orphan you your forces bend And banquet with the afflictions of a friend Accuse not now but judge you from my youth Have knowne and try'de me speake I more then truth Vnveile your Eyes and then I shall appeare The same I am from all aspersions cleare Have I my heart disguised with my tongue Could not my tast distinguish right from wrong The life of Man is a perpetuall warre Chap. 7 In Miserie and Sorrow Circular He a poore mercenary serves for bread For all his travell only cloth'd and fed The Hireling longs to see the Shades ascend That with the tedious Day his toyle might end And he his pay receive but ah in vaine I Monthes consume yet never rest obtaine The Night charmes not my Cares with sleeplesse eyes My Tornients cry When will the Morning rise Why runs the Charriot of the Night so slow The Day-Star finds me tossing to and fro VVormes gnaw my flesh with filth my ulcers run My skin like clods of Earth chapt with the Sunne Like shuttles through the loome so swiftly glide My feathered Howers and all my hopes deride Remember Lord my life is but a wind VVhich passeth by and leaves no print behind Then never shall my Eyes their lids unfold Nor mortall sight my vanisht face behold Not thou to whom our thoughts apparant bee Should'st thou desire could'st him that is not see As clouds resolve to aire so never more Shall gloomy Graves their Dead to Light restore Nor shall they to their sumptuous Roofes returne But lye forgotten as if never borne Then O my Soule while thou hast freedome breake Into Complaints give Sorrow leave to speake Am I a raging Sea or furious VVhale That thou should'st thus confine me with a wall How often when the rising Stars had spread Their golden Flames said I now shall my Bed Refresh my weary limbs and peacefull Sleepe My care and anguish in his Lethe steepe But lo sad Dreames my troubled Braines surprise And gastly Visions wound my staring Eyes So that my yeilding Soule subdude with greife And tortur'd Body to their last reliefe VVould gladly flye and by a violence Lesse painefull take from greater paine the Sense For life is but my curse resume the breath I must restore and fold me up in Death O what is man to whom thou should'st impart So great an Honour as to search his Hart To watch his Steps observe him with thine eye And daily with renew'd afflictions try Still must I suffer wilt thou never leave Nor give a little time for griefe to breath My Soule hath sinn'd how can I expiate Her guilt great Guardian or prevent thy hate VVhy aim'st thou all thy darts at me alone VVho to my selfe am know a Burthen growne VVilt thou not to a broken Heart dispense Thy Balme of mercy and expunge th' offence E're dust returne to dust Then thou no more Shalt see my Face nor I thy Name adore Chap. 8 Thus Iob. Then Bildad of Suita said Vaine Man how long wilt thou thy God up-braid And like the roaring of a furious wind Thus vent the wild distemper of thy mind Can he pervert his Iudgements shall he swerve From his owne Justice and thy Passions serve If he thy Sonnes for their rebellion slew Death was the wages to their merit dew Oh would'st thou seeke unto the Lord betimes With fervent prayer and abstinence from crimes Nor with new follies spot thy Innocence Then would he alwayes watch in thy defence The House that harbor'd so much vertue blesse With fruitfull Peace and crowne thee with successe Then would he centuple thy former store And make thee farre more happy then before Search thou the Records of Antiquitie And on our Ancestors reflect thine Eye For we alas are but of Yesterday Know nothing and like shadowes fleet away Thou in those Mirrors shalt the truth behold VVhose tongues un-erring Oracles unfold Can Bulrushes but by the River grow Can Flags there flourish where no waters flow Yet they when greene when yet untoucht of all That cloth the Spring first hang their heads and fall So double-hearted Hypocrites so they VVho God forget shall in their prime decay Their ayery hopes as brittle as the thin And subtill webs which toyling Spiders spin Their Houses full of wealth and Ryot shall Deceive their trust and crush them in their fall Though like a Cedar by the River fed He to the Sunne his ample Branches spread His Top surrounds with Clouds deepe in the flood Bathes his firme Rootes even of himselfe a VVood And from his heigth a night-like shaddow throw Vpon the Marble Palaces below Yet shall the Axe of Justice hew him downe And levell with the Roote his lofty Crowne No Eye shall his out-raz'd impression view Nor mortall know where such a Glory grew Those seeming goods whereof the wicked vaunt Thus fade while others on their ruines plant God never will the Innocent forsake Nor sinfull Soules to his protection take Cleanse thou thy Heart then in thy ample breast Joy shall triumph and smiles thy cheekes invest He will thy Foes with silent shame confound And their proud structures levell with the ground Chap. 9 This is a truth acknowledg'd Iob replies But Oh what Man is righteous in his Eyes VVho can not-guilty plead before his Throne Or of a thousand Actions answer one God is in wisedome as in power immense VVho ever could contend without offence Offend unpunish't you who Glory most In your owne Strength can you of conquest boast Cloud-touching Mountaines to new seates are borne From their Foundations by his fury torne Th' affrighted Earth in her distemper quakes VVhen his Almighty Hand her Pillars shakes At whose command the Suns swift Horses stay VVhile Mortalls wonder at so long a Day The Moone into her darkned Orbe retires Nor seal'd up Starres extend their golden fires He only He Heavens blew Pavillion spreads And on the Oceans dancing Billowes treads Immane Arcturus weeping Pleiades Orion who with Stormes plowes up the Seas For severall Seasons fram'd and all that rowle Their radiant Flame about the Antartick Pole VVhat wonders are effected by his might Oh how inscrutable how Infinite Though he observe me and be ever by Yet ah Invisible to mortall Eye Can hands of Flesh compell him to restore VVhat he shall take or who dare aske wherefore The great in Pride and Power like Meteors shall If he relent not by his Vengeance fall And Oh shall I a worme my cause defend Or in vaine Argument with God contend I would not were I innocent dispute But humbly to my Judge present my Suite Yet never could my hopes be confident Though God himselfe should to my wish consent VVho with incessant stormes my peace confounds And multiplies my undeserved wounds Nor gives me time to breathe my Stomack fills With food of bitter tast and Lothsome pills Speake I of strength his strength the strong obay If I of Judgement speake who shall a Day Appoint for tryall should I Justifie
by thy owne rage In pieces torne can fury griefe asswage Will God for thee the govern'd Earth forsake His purpose change and Rocks asunder shake He shall their light extinguish who decline From Vertues pathes their sparkes shall cease to shine The Wicked shall be compassed about With Darknesse and his oylelesse Lamp flye-out His wasted strength unthought-of mischiefes shall Intrap and he by his owne counsels fall His desperate feet their Lord to Ruine lead And on prepared Engines rashly tread The Hunter shall intangle in his Toyle And rav'nous theeves of all his Substance spoile Snares spread with tempting baits for him shall lay And dig concealed Pit-fals in his way A thousand horrors shall his Soule affright Encounter and pursue his guilty flight Destruction shall upon his Steps attend And famines rage into his guts descend Shee shall the Sinewes of his strength devoure And Death's First borne shall crop him in his flower Cut of his confidence and to the King Of Terrors his accused Conscience bring Driven from the House unjustly cal'd his owne By rapine got which flaming sulphure throwne From Heaven shall burne his roote within the ground Shall wither and the axe his branches wound He and his dying memory shall rot His name even by the present Age forgot From light into perpetuall Darknesse hurl'd And as a Mischiefe chast out of the World No Sonne or Nephew shall supply his place Himselfe the last of his accursed Race Posteritie as those then living shall With wonder tremble at his fearefull fall So tragicall and merited a fate Shall swallow those who God and Justice hate How long said Iob will you with bitter words Chap. 19 Thus wound my Soule your tongues more sharpe then swords Ten times have you aspersions on me throwne Your selves as Strangers without blushing showne If I have sinn'd my Sinnes with me remaine And I alone the punishment sustaine It is inhumane crueltie in you Thus to insult and his reproach pursue Whom Gods owne hand hath cast unto the ground And in a Labyrinth of Sorrow wound Vnheard are my Complaints my cries the wind Drives through the aire my wrongs no Judgement find God with besieging Troopes prevents my flight And folds my paths in shades more darke then night Hath stript me of my Glory my Renowne Eclips'd and from my Temples torne my Crowne On every side destroy'd trod under foot I as a plant am puld up by the Root His indignation like a furnace glowes Who as a foe at me his lightning throwes All his assembled Plagues at once devoure And round about my tents incampe their Power My Mothers Sonnes desert me left alone By my Familiars by my Friends unknowne My Kindred faile me these alone depend On fortunes smiles the wretched finds no friend Those of my Family their Master slight Growne despicable in my hand-maids sight I of my churlish servants am unheard My sufferings nor Intreaties they regard My Wife neglects me though desir'd to take Some pitie on me for our Childrens sake By idle Boyes and Idiots vilifi'd VVho me and my Calamities deride My Intimates farre from my sight remove Those whom I favor'd most ungratefull prove My skin cleaves to my Bones of this remaines No part entire but what my teeth containes Oh my hard-hearted friends take some remorse Of him whom God hath made a Living Corse VVill you with God in my afflictions joyne VVil 't not suffice that I in Torments pine Oh that the words I speake were registred VVrit in a Booke for ever to be read Or that the tenor of my just complaint Were sculpt with steele on Rocks of Adamant For my Redeemer lives I know he shall Descend to Earth and man to Judgement call Though wormes devoure me though I turne to mold Yet in my flesh I shall his face behold I from my marble Monument shall rise Againe entire and see him with these Eyes Though sterne diseases now consume my Reines And drinke the blood out of my shrivel'd veines T' were better said why should we persecute Our friend whose cause is solid at the Roote Oh feare the sword for punishments succeed Our Trespasses and crueltie must bleed Chap. 20 Thus answer'd the incenst Nahamathite I had beene silent but thy words excite My strugling thoughts to vindicate the wrong Cast on our zeale by thy reproachfull tongue This is a truth which with the world began Since earth was first inhabited by man Sinn 's triumph in swift misery concludes And flattering joy the Hypocrite deludes Although his excellence to Heaven aspire Though radiant Beames his shining Browes attire He as his dung shall perish on the ground Nor shall the impression of his Steps be found But like a troubled Dreame shall take his flight And vanish as a Vision of the Night No mortall Eye shall see his face againe Nor sumptuous roofes their builder entertaine If he have Children they shall serve the poore And goods by rapine got enforc't restore The punishments of Luxury and Lust Shall eate his Bones nor leave him in the Dust Though vice like sweet confections please his tast Although betweene his tongue and pallate plac'd Though he preserve and chew it with delight Nor bridle his licentious appetite Yet shall it in his boyling Stomack turne To bitter poyson and like wild-fire burne He shall cast up the wealth by him devour'd Like vomit from his yawning Entrailes powr'd The gall of Aspes with thirsty lips suck in The Vipers deadly teeth shall pierce his skin Nor ever shall those happy Rivers know Which with pure oyle and fragrant honey flow The Riches purchas'd by his Care and sweat He shall resigne nor of his Labors eate But restitution to the value make Nor joy in his extorted treasure take Since he the poore forsooke the weake opprest The Mansion by another built possest His Belly never shall be satisfi'd Nor he with his adored wealth supply'd Of all his Sustenance at once bereft No Heire shall strive to inherit what is left He in the pride of his full Glory shall To Earth descend and by the wicked fall About to feed Jehova's flaming Ire Shall blast his hopes and mixe his food with fire While from the raging sword he vainely flyes A Bow of Steele shall fixe his trembling thighes Darts through his flowing gall shall force their way Eternall terrors shall his Soule dismay Thick darknesse shall infold a fire unblowne Devoure his Race by their misfortunes knowne Heaven shall reveale his close impieties And Earth by him defil'd against him rise His Substance in that Day of wrath shall waste Like sodaine Torrents from steepe Mountaines cast This is the Portion of the Hypocrite Such Horrors shall on the Blasphemer light Chap. 21 The Huzite sigh'd and said my words attend Afford this only comfort to your friend Suffer my tongue to speake my thoughts and then Renew your scoffes doe I complaine to Men Since God such dreadfull Armes against me beares Oh why should I suppresse my sighes and
House of polisht Marble build VVith Jasper floor'd and carved Cedar seil'd Yet shall it ruine like the Moth's fraile cell Or sheds of Reedes which Summers heat repell He shall lye downe neglected as unknowne And when he wakes see nothing of his owne Terrors like swallowing Deluges shall fright Swept from his Bed by Tempests in the Night Like scatter'd Downe by howling Eurus blowne By rapid Hurl-winds from his Mansion throwne God shall transfix him with his winged Dart Though he avoyd him like the flying Hart Men shall pursue with merited disgrace Hiss clap their hands and from his Country chase Chap. 28 There are rich Veines of Gold and silver Mines VVhose Ore the fire in crucibles refines So dig'd up Ir'on is in the furnace blowne And Brasse extracted from the melting Stone Men through the wounded Earth inforce their way And shew the under Shades an unknowne Day While from her bowels they her Treasure teare And to their avarice subject their feare Their they with Subterranean Waters meet And Currents never touch't by humane feet These by their bold endeavors are made dry And from the Industry of Mortals flye The Earth with yellow eares her browes attires Although her Jawes exhale imbosom'd fires Torne Rocks the sparkling Diamond unfold The blushing Ruby and pure graines of Gold Those gloomy vaults no wandring foule descries Nor are they pierced by the Vultures eyes Swift Tygres which in pathlesse Deserts stray Nor solitary Lyons tread that way Their restlesse Labors cleave the living Stone Cloud-touching Mountaines by their Roots ore'throwne New streames through wondering Rocks their tract pursue VVhile they the Magazines of Nature view VVho swelling Floods with narrow bounds inclose And what in Darknesse lurkt to Light expose But where above the Earth or under ground Can VVisedome by the search of Man be found Her worth his estimation farre excels Conceal'd from sence nor with the living dwels The Seas reply shee lies not in our Deeps Nor in our floods her radiant tresses steeps Nor are her rare endowments to be sold For silver Hils or Rivers pav'd with gold Nor for the glittering sand by Ophir showne The blew-ey'd Saphir or rich Onix stone For Rocks of Christall from the Ocean brought Nor Jewels by the rarest workeman wrought Can blazing Carbuncles with her compare Or groves of Corrall hardned by the Aire The Tophas sent from scorched Meroë Or Pearles presented by the Indian Sea VVhence comes shee from what undiscover'd Land Or where doth her concealed palace stand Since O invisible to mortall Eye Or winged Travellers that trace the skie Death and Destruction say her fame alone Hath reach'd our Eares but to our Eyes unknowne God onely understands her sacred wayes The Temple knowes where shee her Light displayes For he at once the Orbe of Earth beholds And all that Heav'ns blew Canopie infolds To measure out the strugling Winds by weight That else the world would teare in their debate And bridle the wilds Floods least they their bound Againe should passe and all the Earth surrown'd When he in Clouds the dropping waters hung And through their roaring jawes his Lightning flung Then he beheld her face her light displaid Prepar'd her paths and thus to Mortals said The feare of God is wisedome and to flye From Evill is of vertues the most high Chap. 29 Iob paus'd forthwith these words his sigh's pursue O that those happy Dayes would now renew When God beneath his shield my safety plac'd When his cleare lamp a sacred Splendor cast About my Browes by whose directing light I trod securely through the Shades of Night That now I had what I in youth possest VVhen he my Mansion with his presence blest VVhen those who from my veines deriv'd their blood Like springing Lawrels round about me stood VVhen Butter washt my Steps when Streames of oyle Gusht from the Rocks and Plenty free from toyle VVhen through the gazing Streets I past in State To my Tribunall in the Cities Gate The blushing Youth their vertuous awe disclose And from their Seats the reverend Elders rose Attentive Princes such a silence kept As if their Soules had in their Bodies slept Th'astonish't Nobles stood like men that were Depriv'd of all their Sences but the eare All eares that heard my equall Justice prais'd All eyes that saw their Lids with wonder rais'd I from Oppressors did the Poore defend The Fatherlesse and such as had no friend Those sav'd whom wicked Power sought to destroy And made the widowes heart to spring with joy I put on Truth shee cloth'd me with renowne My Justice was to me a precious Crowne Eyes lent I to the blind feet to the Lame A Father to the Comfortlesse became I search't what from my knowledge was conceal'd And clouded Truth by her owne light reveal'd Oft with my Scepter brake the Lyons jawes And snatcht the prey out of his armed pawes Then said my Dayes shall as the Sand increase And I in my owne nest shall dye in peace My Root was by the living water spred And Night her dew upon my Branches shed My Glories Crescent to a Circle grew And I my Bow with doubled vigor drew When I but spake they hung upon my looke And as an Oracle my Counsell tooke None spake but I each his owne Judgement feares My words like honey dropt into their eares Which readily with joy they entertaine As Yawning Earth devoures the latter Raine Although I smil'd none would my thoughts suspect Nor on my Mirth a frowning looke reflect But trod the path which I their Chiefe propos'd I King-like sate with armed troopes inclos'd Gave timely Comforts to the Soule that mourn'd Rais'd from the Dust and teares to Laughter turn'd Chap. 30 O bitter change now Boyes my grones deride The wretched object of their scorne and pride Whose Fathers I unworthy held to keepe With lesse contemned Dogs my Flocks of sheepe How could their youth to my advantage turne Or elder age with weakning vices worne Who pale with famine to the Desert fled On roots of Juniper and Mallowes fed Whom Men from their Societie exclude Detested and like Theeves with cryes pursu'd Conceal'd in hollow Rocks in gloomy Caves And Cliffes deepe vaulted by the fretting waves Among the Bushes they like Asses braide And in the Brakes their Conventicles made The Sonnes of Idiots of ignoble Birth Contaminate and viler then the Earth Yet now am I obnoxious to their wrongs A By-word and the Subject of their song's Who exercise their tongues in my disgrace Abhorre my paths and spit upon my face They ever since the inrag'd omnipotent Dissolv'd my Sinewes and my Bowunbent Like head-strong Horses twixt their teeth have tane The masterd Bridle and contemn'd the reyne Lo Boyes against me rise and strow my way With Snares then watch the cruell traps they lay Who now my path's pervert their hate extend To multiply his woes that hath no friend As Seas against the Shores strong Rampires stretch Their battering waves and force a
of his God complaines Come buckle on thy Armor let us end This controverse since thou wilt needs contend Tell if thou canst where wert thou when I made The food-full Earth and her foundation laid Who those exact dimensions did designe Who on her superficies stretch'd his Line Or fixt as Centre to the world upon What Basis built who laid the Corner Stone Where wert thou when the Stars my prayses sung When Heaven with shouts of joyfull Angels rung Or who shut up the seas with Dores when they As from the tortur'd womb inforc'd their way By me invested with a veile of Clouds And swadled as new-borne in sable shrouds For these a receptacle I design'd And with inviolable Barres confind Then said thus farre your Empire shall extend Nor shall your prouder waves these bounds transcend Hast thou appointed where the Moone should rise And with her purple light adorne the skies Scor'd out the bounded Suns obliquer wayes That he on all might spread his equall rayes And by the cleare extension of his Light Chase from the Earth the impious Sonnes of Night Whose Beames the various formes of things display Like multitudes of Figures wrought in Clay By which the Beautie of the Earth appeares The divers-colour'd Mantle which she weares Conceal'd offendors by their lustre found Attached and in Deaths darke prison bound Say hast thou div'd into the Deep 's below And trod those bottome sands where fountaines flow Or boldly broken-up the Seales of Hell And seene the Shadowes which in Darknesse dwell Tell if thou canst how farre the Earth extends Hast thou discover'd her remotest ends Beheld the Chambers of the springing Light Or travel'd through the Regions of the Night To their abodes canst thou reveale the way And their alternate rule to men display Wer 't thou then borne hast thou these secrets knowne Through length of time art thou so aged growne Hast thou survay'd the Magazines of Snow Seene where the melting drops to haile-stones grow With these I punish these the weapons are By me prepar'd against the Day of warre Why breakes the Lightning from the troubled skies While Easterne winds in horrid Tempests rise Who Deluges from Heaven in Torrents powres Or gives a passage to the roaring Showres That they on Deserts un-inhabited By Mortals may their fruitfull moysture shed Hence vegetives receive their fragrant birth And cloth the naked Bosome of the Earth What hath the Raine a Father tell me who Begot the shining Drops of Morning Dew Whose wombe produc'd the glassie Ice who bred The hoary frosts that fall on winters head The waters then in Christall are conceal'd And the smooth visage of the Sea congeal'd Canst thou the pleasant influence restraine Of Pleiades which bathes the Spring with raine Or boisterous Orions chaines unbind VVho drawes along the bitter Easterne wind In Summer scorching Mazaroth display Or teach Arcturus and his Sonnes their way Canst thou the Motions of the Heavens direct Or make their vertue on the Earth reflect Will the condensed Clouds at thy command Descend in Shoures upon the thirsty Land Or in their roaring strife asunder part And at thy Foes their fearefull Lightning dart VVith wisedome who renownes the Nobler parts VVho understanding gives to humane Hearts Whose wisedome cleares the Saphirs of the skies Or who the swelling Clouds in Bladders ties To mollifie the stubborne clods with raine And scattered Dust incorporate againe Chap. 39 Wilt thou for the old Lyon hunt or fill His hungry whelps and for the killer kill When couch'd in dreadfull Dens when closely they Lurke in the Covert to surprise their prey VVho feeds the Ravens when their young-ones cry To God for food and through the Deserts flye Know'st thou when Salvage goates doe teeme among The craggy rocks when Hinds produce their young Can'st thou their Recknings keepe the time compute VVhen their swolne Bellies shall inlarge their fruit VVithout a Midwife these their Throwes sustaine And bowing bring their Issue forth with paine They at full udders sucke grow strong with corne Depart and never to their Dams returne VVho sent forth the wild Asse to live at large VVhom neither Haltar binds nor Burthens charge Inhabiting the barren VVildernesse And rocky Caves remov'd from mans accesse He from the many-peopl'd Citie flyes Contemnes their labors and the Drivers cryes The Mountaines are his walkes who wandring feeds On slowly-springing hearbs and ranker weeds VVill the fierce Vnicorne thy voyce obey Stand at the Crib and feed upon the hay Or to the servile yoake his freedome yeild Plough-up the Glebe and harrow the rough field Wilt thou upon his ready strength relye VVill he sustaine thee with his Industry Bring home thy Harvest to thy will submit Put of his fiercenesse and receive the Bit The Peacock not at thy Command assumes His glorious traine Nor Estrige her rare plumes She drops her Egges upon the naked Land And wraps them in a bed of hatching Sand Exposed to the wandering Traveller And Feet of Beasts which those wild Deserts reare Shee as a Step-mother betrayes her owne Left without care and presently unknowne By God depriv'd of that Intelligence VVhich Nature gives of all most voide of Sense Her feet the nimble Rider leave behind And when shee spreads her sayles out-strip the wind Hast thou with Strength indu'd the generous Horse His necke with Thunder arm'd his breast with Force Him canst thou as a Grashopper affright Who from his Nostrils throwes a dreadfull light Exults in his owne courage proudly bounds With trampling hoofes the sounding Centre wounds Breakes through the ordred Rancks with eyes that burne Nor from the Battle-Axe or Sword will turne The ratling Quiver nor the glittering Speare Or dazling Shield can daunt his heart with feare Through rage and fiercenesse he devoures the ground Nor in his fury heares the Trumpet sound Farre of the Battaile smels like Thunder neighes Loud shouts and dying groanes his courage raise Do's the wild Haggard towre into the skie And to the South by thy direction flye Or Eagle in her gyres the Clouds imbrace And on the highest cliffe her Aëry place Shee dwels among the Rocks on every side With broken Mountaines strongly fortifi'd From thence what ever can be seene survayes And stooping on the slanghtred Quarry preys From wounds her Eglets suck the reaking blood And all-devasting Warre provides her food Since such my power wilt thou with me contend Instruct thy Maker and thy fault defend Now answer thou that darst thy God up-braid Then humbled Iob transfixt with sorrow said Can one so vile to such a truth reply Too long my griefe hath rav'd no more will I Pursue a folly and my Sinne extend But curbe my tongue so ready to offend Once more Jehova from that radiant Throne Chap. 40 Of Clouds thus spake O Iob thy armes put on If thou hast will or courage left prepare T' encounter me in this Gigantick warre Wilt thou my Judgements disanull defame My equall Rule to cleare thy selfe of
place your hopes on high But earthly Mindes false wealth admire And toyle with uncontrol'd desire With cleare aspect Thy beames reflect And heavenly thoughts inspire O let my joy exempt from feares Their joyes transcend when Autumne beares His pleasant wines On clustred vines And graine-replenisht eares Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep In heavenly Deaw my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of safety keep PSALME V. CANT BASS TO heare me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy minde And let my cryes acceptance finde Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-star rise My prayers ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see All sinne-defil'd detested bee Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate Who thirst for blood and weave deceit Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repayre Since infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Feare and Praier My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soule in chase Set thy strait Paths before my face False are their tongues their hearts are hollow Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow Fawne and betray even those they follow With vengeance girt these Rebels round In their owne counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy blessings shall in showers descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who Righteousnesse intend PSALME VI. As the 3. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burniug Ire Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting life expire O heale my bones with anguish ake My pensive heart with sorrow worne How long wilt thou my soule forsake O pitie and at length returne O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My groanes disturbe the peacefull Night My bed washt with my streaming eyes Through griefe growne old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded heart And turne my teares to tides of joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let feare their guiltie soules affright With shame their haughtie lookes confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALME VII CANT BASS O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion-like if none controule They teare my persecuted Soule If I am guiltie if there be Deceit in me If ill I ever to my friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soule pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadfull Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Part. 2 Judge thou my foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integritie For thou do'st trie The heart and reines the Just defend The malice of the Wicked end God is my shield he helpe imparts To sincere hearts The good protects but menaceth The bad with death Nor will unlesse they change relent He whets his sword his bow is bent Dire instruments prepared hath Of deadly wrath And will at those who persecute swift arrowes shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischiefe travell hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his sinne On his owne head his outrage shall Like ruines fall But I O thou eternall King VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALME VIII CANT BASS LOrd how illustrious is thy Name VVhose Power both Heav'n Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Skie The wonders of thy Power thou hast In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't That so thou might'st thy foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heaven thy fabricke see The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his fraile Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majestie and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hast laid All that on Dales or Mountaines feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the aierie Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame PSALME IX CANT BASS THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerfull Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The proud are falne the Heathen flie Oblivion shall their names intombe Destruction O thou Enemie Hath now receiv'd a finall doome Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd Their memorie with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Soules defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Part. 2 Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions knowne Bloud scapes not his revenging hand He vindicates the Poore mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes That I may in the Royall Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoyce They falne into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath displayd The Wicked in their workes insnar'd The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke And all that doe the Lord disdaine But God will on the Needy thinke Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine Lord let not Man prevaile arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Feare their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALME X. CANT BASS VVIthdraw not O my God my guid In time of trouble dost thou hide Thy cheerfull face Who want thy Grace The poore pursue with cruell pride O be they by their owne Inventions overthrowne The wicked boast of their successe The covetous profanely blesse By thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy power confesse Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements farre above their sight Their enemies Scoffe and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatnesse ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischiefe ever prone to ill In secret they Lurke to betray The Innocent in
to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave But I with Righteousnesse shall see thy Face And rising in thy Image joy receive PSALME XXVIII As the 72. MY Heart on Thee is fix'd my Strength my Power My stedfast Rocke my Fortresse my high Tower My God my Safetie and my Confidence The Horne of my Salvation my Defence My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound Sorrowes of Death on everie side assail'd And dreadfull flouds of Impious Men prevail'd Sorrowes of Hell my compast Soule dismayd And to intrap me deadly Snares were layd In this Distresse I cry'd and call'd upon The Lord who heard me from his Holy Throne He trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strooke Th'unfixed roots of aierie Mountaines shooke Smoke from his Nostrils flew devouring Fire Brake from his Mouth Coles kindled by his Ire In his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet And gloomy Darknesse roll'd beneath his Feet A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid He Darknesse made his secret Cabinet Part 2 Thicke Fogs and dropping Clouds about him set The Beames of his bright Presence these expell VVhence showres of burning Coles and Hailestones fell From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake In Haile and darting Flames th'Almightie spake VVhose Arrowes my amazed Foes subdue And at their scatred Troups his Lightning threw The Ocean could not his deepe Botome hide The World 's conceal'd Foundations were descri'd At thy rebuke Jehovah at the blast Even of the breath which through thy nostrils past He with extended armes his Servant saves And drew me sinking from th' inraged waves From my proud foes by his assistance freed VVho swolne with hate no lesse in strength exceed VVithout his aid I in that stormie Day Of my affliction had become their prey VVho from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soule for I was his delight Part 3 The Lord according to my innocence And Justice did his saving grace dispence The narrow Path by him prescrib'd I tooke Nor like the wicked my Great God forsooke For all his Judgements were before mine eyes I with his statutes daily did advise And ever walkt before him void of guile No act or purpose did my soule defile For this he recompenc'd my righteousnesse And crown'd my innocence with faire successe The Mercifull shall flourish in thy Grace Thy Righteousnesse the Righteous shall embrace Thou to the Pure thy purity wilt show And the perverse shall thy aversenesse know For thou wilt thy afflicted People save The proud cast down downe to the greedy grave Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright And cleare my darkenesse with celestiall Light Through Thee I have against an Host revail'd And by thy aid a loftie Bulwarke scal'd Part. 4 Gods path is perfect all his words are just A shield to those that in his promise trust What God is there in Heaven or Earth but ours What Rocke but He against assailing Powers He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battell and securely cleer'd my way He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hinde Upto the Mountaines where I safetie finde 'T is he that teacheth my weake hands to fight A Bow of steele is broken by their might Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set Thy Arme upheld thy Favour made me great The passage of my steps on every side Thou hast inlarged lest my feet should slide I followed overtooke nor made retreat Untill victorious in my Foes defeat So charg'd with wounds that they no longer stood But at my feet lay bathed in their blood Thou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude And all that rose against me hast subdu'd Their stubborne necks subjected to my Will That I their bloud who hate my Soule might spill They cry'd aloud but found no succour neere To thee Jehovah but thou would'st not heare Part. 5 I pounded them like dust which Whirle-winds raise Trod under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes From Popular Furie thou hast set me free Among the Heathen hast exalted me Whom unknowne Nations serve as soone obey As heare of me and yeeld unto my sway The Stranger-borne beset with horror fled And in their close Retreats betray their dread O praise the living Lord the Rocke whereon I build the God of my Salvation 'T is he who rights my wrongs the People bends To my Subjection from my Foe defends Thou raisest me above their proud controule And from the violent Man hast freed my Soule The Heathen shall admire my Thankefulnesse My Songs shall thy immortall Praise expresse A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King his mercie doth advance In his Anointed and will showre his grace Eternally on David and his Race PSALME XIX As the 8. GOds glory the vast Heavens proclame The Firmament his mightie Frame Day unto Day and Night to Night The wonders of his Workes recite To these nor speech nor words belong Yet understood without a Tongue The Globe of Earth they compasse round Through all the world disperse their sound There is the Sunnes Pavillion set Who from his Rosie Cabinet Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face And as a Giant runnes his race He riseth in the dawning East And glides obliquely to the West The World with his bright Raies repleat All Creatures cherisht by his heat Gods Lawes are perfect and restore The Soule to life even dead before His Testimonies firmely true With Wisedome simple men indue Part 2 The Lords Commandments are upright And Feast the Soule with sweet delight His Precepts are all Puritie Such as illuminate the Eye The feare of God soil'd with no staine Shall everlastingly remaine Jehovah's Judgements are Divine With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne Which men should more then Gold desire Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire More sweet then Honey of the Hive Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive Thy Servant is inform'd from thence They their Observers recompense Who knowes what his Offences be From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me And from presumptuous Crimes restraine Nor let them in thy Servant reigne So shall I live in Innocence Not spotted with that great Offence My Fortresse my Deliverer O let the Prayers my Lips preferre And Thoughts which from my heart arise be acceptable in thine Eyes PSALME XX. As the 7. THe Lord in thy Adversitie Regard thy crie Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme And shield from harme Helpe from his Sanctuarie send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours blesse And crowne thy Counsels with successe We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day VVith Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfill Now know I his Anointed He VVill heare and free VVith saving Hand and Mightie Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse
all the Earth shall sway VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the world divulge thy Fame PSALME XLVI CANT BASS GOd is our Refuge our strong Tower Securing by his mightie Power VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure Thus arm'd no feares shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shooke her Hills into to the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies And Mountaines shake with horrid noise Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring Which gladnesse to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternall King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her faire Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes which our ruine sought He makes destructive Warre surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universall Peace He breaks their Bowes unarmes their Quivers The bloody Speare in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbeare and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALME XLVII CANT BASS LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise VVho From above Dire Lightning flings The King of Kings Of all that move VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne A faire Possession chose For us that are his Owne The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends VVith Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalmes For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reignes Sits on his holy Throne All whom the Earth sustaines Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALME XLVIII As the 8. THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the Citie of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beautie and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The Citie of the Mightie King God dwels within her loftie Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruine sought Who armed Troupes before her brought Part. 2 At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such feare such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throwes At thy command blacke Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores VVe what we heard our Fathers tell Have seene who in this Citie dwell The Citie of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd O Sion Judah's Diadem You Daughters of Jerusalem Unite your Joyes and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seene Goe walke the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her faire Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remaine And us unto our Last sustaine PSALME XLIX As the 1. ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth Both Rich and Poore of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart I unto light darke Parables will bring And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I feare When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws neare O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streames conceale Or Hils inclose can banisht Life repeale That he might live unto Eternity Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye They see the Wise and Fooles to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their Name Part 2 But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vaine course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soule redeeme and to his Joyes preferre Despaire not when a man growes Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their owne Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light Man high in honour whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALME L. As the 1. THE God of Gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People heare Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed I know all Fowle which Hils or Valleys yield And number all the Cattell of the Field Part. 2 Will I if hungry unto Thee complaine When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou thinke That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soule from Death and thou my Name shalt praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explaine My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou
Voice Let all rejoyce With Joy divine The sprightly Trumpet sound The shrill-voic'd Cornet bring Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King Rore out you Seas You spangled Skies All you comprise Rejoyce with these Flouds clap your thronging waves You Hils exalt your mirth He who his People saves Now comes to judge the Earth The round World shall VVith Justice trie His Equitie Dispenst to all PSALME XCIX As the 29. LEt our Foes with terrour quake Let the Earths Foundation shake Now the Lord his Raigne begins Thron'd betweene the Cherubins O how great in Sions Towers High above all Mortall Powers Great and terrible his Name Since so holy praise the same Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equitie directs These celestiall Twins imbrace These reflect on Jacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stoole fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Praiers preferr'd These by him as soone were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almightie spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions heare Mercifull and yet severe The Holy on his holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALME C. As the 47. All from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestiall Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals presse In your divine resorts VVith Thanks his Power professe And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His promise past For ever sure PSALME CI. As the 46. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdome shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Vertue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peacefull Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithfull shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Vertue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the VVicked in the Land VVill cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand PSALME CII As the 22. ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Affliction stop thine Eare Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appeare The Sighings of my Spirit heare And when I call with speed reply As Smoke so fleets my Soule away My marrow dry'd as Harths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eate The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not lesse desolate Like Screech-Owles who with ominous straines Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complaines Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruine sweare For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a teare For Lord O who thy Wrath can beare Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Daies short as the Evening shade As Morning Dew consume away As Grasse cut downe with Sithes I fade Or like a flower cropt yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time drawes neare And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings reare VVhose ruins to thy Saints are deare For they her Dust as sacred prise Part. 2 Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to heare the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternall Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rfull Hand shall feare the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To heare the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name againe in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my yeares Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in teares Time wasts not thee which all out-weares Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes passe away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remaine You blessed Soules who God adore VVith Patient Hope your harmes sustaine For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALME CIII As the 8. MY Soule and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soule O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the VVound which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd VVith Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his VVrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemencie To all who on his Grace relie Part. 2 As farre as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So farre he sets from his Aspect Their Cuilt who him with feare affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knowes the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Originall Man flourisheth like Grasse a Flower That blowes and withers in an houre By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflowr'd and leaves no print behind But his firme Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equall Lawes fulfill Remember and performe his VVill. In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed VVho him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All
highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary blesse And daily pray for your successe God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Soules and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXIX ALEPH. As the 1. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seeke with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law Lord by thy sacred Rule my steps direct Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect Thy Justice learnt my Soule shall sing thy Praise Forsake me not O guide me in thy Waies BETH Part. 2 Young man thy Actions by his Precepts guide From these let not thy zealous Servant slide Thy Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill Those by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold On these I meditate admire there set My Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL Part. 3 O let me live t' observe thy Lawes mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries Me a poore Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire The Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies Blesse and preserve my Soule which these obeies No hate of Princes from thy Law deters My Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH Part. 4 My down-cast Soule as thou hast promis'd raise Thou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy Waies Informe and I thy Wonders will professe O strengthen me that labour in Distresse Shew thy cleare Paths false Errours mist remov'd I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race HE. Part. 5 Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Lawes incline Divert from vaine desires my darknesse cleare Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are upright O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV Part. 6 His Soule protect who on thy VVord relies And silence my reprochfull Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe Will freely walke in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soule imbrace ZAIN Part. 7 Thinke of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All stormes appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Lawes desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH Part. 8 Thou art my Portion I will thee adore They Lawes observe and promis'd Grace implore My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect The Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes such are my Friends Instruct thy Mercie through the World extends TETH Part. 9 Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford Thu Sea of Goodnesse that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes by Afflictions stormes The Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise But I will trust in thy affected Waies Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught JOD Part. 10 Informe me my Creator in thy Lawes That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keepe the Proud who causlesse hate destroy VVho feare and know thy Lawes to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH Part. 11 With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soule expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitcht their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jawes They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Part. 12 Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above Firme as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd Thy Lawes my Life else Griefe my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The VVicked chase my Soule which thee obeies Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decaies MEM. Part. 13 O how I love thy Lawes those exercise By them made wiser then my Enemies More then my Teachers know more then the Old VVith Vertue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Precepts never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-waies I hate by thine become discreet NVN. Part. 14 Thy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way I sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale Accept my offerings and thy Will reveale Although inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule yet have I thee obei'd My comforts my eternall Heritage O may I keepe them till I die for age SAMECH Part. 15 I love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soule nor let me hope in vaine Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud Cast out like Drosse My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN Part. 16 O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose Mine Eyes even faile while I thy aide expect Be mercifull and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more then Gold then Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitfull lies PE. Part. 17 Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soule admires This I with thirsty appetite devoure Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre Compose my steps so shall not sinne subject Nor man oppresse for I
thy Lawes affect Shine on my Soule thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed showres of teares when men thy Lawes despise TSADDI Part. 18 As Thou thy Selfe so all thy Lawes are just Faithfull to those who in thy Promise trust Zeale hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Lawes which I in heart affect Those to observe though meane and scorn'd intend Truth crownes thy Word thy Justice without end These in my griefe and trouble comfort give Informe with Knowledge that my Soule may live COPH. Part. 19 O heare my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eies out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morne in due Devotion spent Heare and revive thy Justice execute On lawlesse men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternall Bases stand RESCH. Part. 20 Behold my sorrowes patronize my cause Thy Word performe to him that keepes thy Lawes Death shall devoure who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreames I have thy VVill observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Lawes thy Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knowes no end SCHIN Part. 21 Tyrants oppresse thy VVord restraines my Minde VVherein I joy like those who Treasure finde Fraud I abhorre inamour'd on thy VVaies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise VVho love thy Lawes sweet Peace and Safetie blesse In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgresse Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Part. 22 Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeeme since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extoll and Lawes with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy straid Sheepe backe to thy Pasture bring PSALME CXX As the 5. DIstrest and in my minde dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successefully I prai'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep't in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischiefe shall to thee befall Like Arrowes shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou ô thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion growes PSALME CXXI As the 15. TO the Hils thine Eies erect Helpe from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchfull Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keepes Never slumbers never sleepes He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beames reflect Nor unwholsome Serene shall From the Moones moyst influence fall When thou travel'st on the way VVhen at home thou spend'st the Day VVhen sweet Peace thy life delights VVhen imbroil'd in bloudie Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALME CXXII As the cxi O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Jerusalem our Feet shall tread VVithin thy VValls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Judah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortall Praises sing There shall he his Tribunall place The Judgement-seat of Davids Race Your joyes shall with your daies increase VVho love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy VValls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never VVarre thy Bulwarkes shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALME CXXIII As the 34. THou mover of the rolling Spheares I through the Glasses of my Teares To Thee my Eies erect As Servants marke their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fixe our Eies On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turne our teares to joy O save us Lord by all forlorne The subject of contempt and scorne Defend us from their pride VVho live in fluency and ease VVho with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALME CXXIV As the 72. BVT that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day VVhen men inflam'd with wrath against us rose VVe had alive beene swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunke beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrailes found our graves Then had their violence like torrents powr'd From melting Hils our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our bloud To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Soules like Birds have scap't the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our onely confidence is in his Name VVho made the Earth and Heavens immortall frame PSALME CXXV As the 9. THey who the Lord their Fortresse make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise VVhich dreadfull Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hils of Solyma Divine Jerusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despaire They should the Lawes of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crowne thy Israel with Peace PSALME CXXVI As the cxi VVHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dreame who were Distracted betweene Hope and Feare Then sacred Joy fill'd every Brest In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or showres which fall on thirsty land VVho sow in Teares shall reape in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soile retire The scope and crowne of our desire PSALME CXXVII As the 7. VNlesse the Lord the house sustaine They build in vaine In vaine they watch unlesse the Lord The City guard In vaine you rise before the Light And breake the slumbers of the Night In vaine the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unlesse the Lord with good successe Your labours blesse For he all good on
Guardian set My Lips with barres of Silence close O let me not thy Lawes forget And wickedly combine with those VVho Thee and all that 's good oppose Nor of their deadly Dainties eat But let the Just wound and reprove Such stripes and checks an argument Of their sincere and prudent love Like Odours of a fragrant Sent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayres shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefes in ambush lie Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouthes of graves like clefts of VVood. Lord save from those that hunt for bloud On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltlesse Soule betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engines lay May they by their owne craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALME CXLII As the 4 VVIth sighes and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my teares My cares and feares My wrongs before him laid My fainting spirits almost spent He knew the path in which I went Yet in my way Their snares they lay With mercilesse intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vaine pity none bestow Then unto God I cri'd and said Thou art my Hope and onely Aid The Portion I build upon While with fraile flesh araid O Sourse of Mercy heare my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength then I. My Soule out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King VVho trust in thee Shall compasse me And of thy Bounty sing PSALME CXLIII As the 39. LOrd to my cries afford an eare Th' afflicted heare According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soule besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darknesse hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrowne My heart within me stupid growne I call to minde those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possesse my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like raine by thirsty land Part. 2 Approach with speed my Spirits faile Thy Face unveile Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy heare Before the morning Sun appeare My God thou art the onely scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soule and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Informe me that I may fulfill Thy sacred Will My God let thy good Spirit lead That in thy paths my Feet may tread O for thy Honour quicken me VVho trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut Thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multipli'd my woes PSALME CXLIV As the cxi THE Lord my Strength be onely prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtfull Battell given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortresse high-built Tower My Rocke Redeemer Shield and Power My onely Confidence who still Subjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his fraile Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanitie A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoope from the bending Skies The Mountaines touch and Clouds shall rise From thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch downe thy hand which onely saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Their Hands defil'd with fraud and wrong Then will I in a new-made Song Unto the softly-warbling string Of thy Illustrious Praises sing Part. 2 Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foule deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treacherie and guile That in their Youth our Sonnes may grow Like Lawrell Groves our Daughters show Like polish't pillars deck't with Gold Which high and Royall roofes uphold Our Magazines abound with Graine Provision of all sorts containe Increasing Flockes our Pastures fill And wel-fed Steeres the Fallowes till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyne in dreadfull fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearefull shriekes disturbe our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happie ô thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALME CXLV As the cxi I Still will of thy Glorie sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall passe without thy praise Prais'd while the Sunne his Beames displayes Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Workes which so in power excell The Beautie of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Senfe Men shall thy dreadfull Acts relate My Verse thy Greatnes celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Iustice sing For in Thee Grace and Pitie live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodnesse Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Workes transcend Even all thy Workes shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy farre-spreading Empire speake Thy Power to which all Powers are weake To make thy Acts to Mortals knowne And glory of thy awefull Throne Part. 2 Thy Kingdome never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustaine And Soules dejected raise againe All seeke from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberall Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his VVaies VVho Mercie in his VVorkes displaies Is present by his power with all VVho on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect VVho love Him Safetie shall enjoy The Lord the VVicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodnesse shall proclame Man-kinde for ever praise his Name PSALME CXLVI As the 29. Halelu-jah O My Soule praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternall King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no helpe at all Nor prevent his proper fall VVhen his parting breath expires He againe to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertaine day All his thoughts with him decay Happy he whom God protects He on whom his Grace reflects Happy he who plants his trust On the onely Good and Just He who Heavens blew Arch displai'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Maine Made what ever all containe True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Soules with food sustaines And unbinds the
Prince proceeds When vicious fooles in Dignitie are plac'd The rich in worth trod under and disgrac'd Oft have I Servants seene on Horses ride The Free and Noble lacky by their side Who snares for others sets therein shall light Who breakes a Hedge him shall the Serpent bite The Stones shall bruise him who pulls downe a wall Who hewes a Tree by his owne Axe shall fall If th' edge be blunt in vaine his Strength he spends But Wisedome all directs to their just ends If Serpents bite before the charme be sung What then availes th'Inchanters babling tongue A wise-mans words are full of grace and power A fooles offending lips himselfe devoure His words begin in folly which extend To Acts of mischiefe and in madnesse end He gives his tongue the reines as if he knew More then Man knowes th' events that must insue VVho in the endlesse Maze of Errour treads Nor knowes the way which to his purpose leads VVoe to that Land that miserable Land VVhich gaspes beneath a Childes unstai'd Command VVhose Nobles rise betimes to perpetrate Their Luxuries the ruine of the State Happy that Land whose King is Nobly Borne VVhose Lords with Temperance his Court adorne By Sloths supine neglects the building falls The hands of Idlenesse pull downe her walls Feasts are for Laughter made VVine cheares our hearts But soveraigne Mony all to all imparts Curse not thy Rulers though with vices fraught Not in thy Bed-Chamber nor in thy thought For Birds will beare thy whisperings on their wings To the wide eares of Death-inflicting Kings Chap. 11 Scatter thy Bread upon the hungry Maine This thou in tract of time shalt finde againe Thy Almes dispence to many yet to more Famine or VVarre perhaps may make thee poore Be like the Clouds in bountie which on all The thirstie Earth in showers profufely fall Like pregnant Trees that shed on every side Their riper fruit to none that stoope deny'd They shall not sow who for a Calme deferre Nor shall they reape whom gloomy skies deterre Know'st thou from whence the strugling Tempests come Or how our bones are fashion'd in the wombe Much lesse his greatnesse canst comprize who made The Globe of Earth and radiant Heaven displai'd The seed of Charitie at Sunne-rise sow And when he sets into the furrowes throw Know'st thou if this or that increase shall yeeld Or both with gratefull Eares invest thy Field How sweet is Light how pleasant to behold The mounted Sun discend in beames of Gold Yet though a Man live long long in delight Let him remember that approching Night Which shall in endlesse darkenesse close his Eyes Then will he all as vanitie despise Young man rejoyce thy hearts desires fulfill No other Lord acknowledge but thy will Thy Sences freely feast yet shalt thou come To Gods Tribunall and receive thy Doome Decline his wrath and Sin-infflicting paine For both the bud and flower of Youth are vaine Thinke of thy Maker in thy better dayes Before the vigour of thy age decayes Before that sad and tedious time draw nigh When thou shalt loath thy life and wish to die Before th'informing Sun the cheerfull Light The various Moone and Ornaments of Night In vaine for thee their shining Tapers beare Or fretting drops of Raine deepe furrowes weare When they shall tremble who the House defend And the strong Columnes which support it bend The Grinders faile reduced to a few The Watch no Objects through their Casements view Those Doores shut up that open to the Street And when th' unarmed Guarders softly meet The Bird of dawning raise thee with his voyce Nor thou in women or their Songs rejoyce When thou shalt feare the roughnesse of the way When every Peble shall thy passage stay When th'Almond-tree his boughs invests with white The Locust stoopes then dead to all delight Man must at length to his long home descend Behold the Mourners at his gates attend Advise before the Silver Cord growes slacke Before the golden Boule asunder crack Before the Pitcher at the fountaine leake Or wasted Wheele besides the Cisterne breake Man made of Earth resolves into the same His Soule ascends to God from whom it came O Restlesse Vanitie of Vanities All is but Vanitie the Preacher Cryes He who was wise the People knowledge taught His Lines with well-digested Proverbs fraught He found out matter to delight the mind And every word he writ by Truth was sign'd Wise Sentences are Goads Nailes closely driven By grave Instructors by one Pastor given And now my Sonne be thou admonished By what thou hast already heard and read There is of making many Bookes no End And studious Night th'intentive Spirits spend Of all the Sum feare God his Lawes obay Mans Dutie to Felicitie the way For He shall every worke each secret thing Both good and bad to publike Judgement bring A PARAPHRASE VPON THE LAMENTATIONS OF IEREMIAH Chap. 1 HOW like a Widow ah how desolate This Citie sits throwne from the pride of State How is this Potent Queene who lawes to all The neighbouring Nations gave become a Thrall Who Nightly teares from her salt fountaines sheds Which fall upon her Cheekes in liquid Beads Of all her Lovers none regard her woes And her perfidious Friends increase her Foes Judah in exile wanders ah subdu'd By vast afflictions and base servitude Among the Barbarous Heathen finds no rest At home abroad on every side opprest Ah! see how Sion mournes Her Gates and wayes Lye unfrequented on her solemne Dayes Her Virgins weepe her Priests lament her fall And all her sustenance converts to gall A wretched vassall to her salvage Foes Her numerous Sinnes the Authors of these Woes Behold how they who by her losses thrive Into captivitie her Children drive O Sions Daughter all thy Beauty 's lost Thy chased Princes are like Harts imbost Which find no water and infeebled flye Before the Eager Hunters dreadfull Cry Jerusalem in these her Miseries And Dayes of Mourning sets before her Eyes Those vanish't Pleasures which shee once enjoy'd Her People now by hostile swords destroy'd Whil'st none afford Compassion to her woes Her Sabbaths scorn'd by her insulting foes Jerusalem hath sinn'd is now remov'd For her uncleannesse those who lately lov'd As much despise her nakednesse descry'd Who sighes for shame and turnes her face aside Pollution staines her skirts yet her last end Remembred not for this without a friend Stupendiously shee fell Great God behold My Sorrowes since the Foe is growne so bold Hath ravish't all wherein shee tooke delight His Insolence contending with his Might Ah! shee hath seene th'uncircumcis'd profane Thy Temple whose approach thy Lawes restraine Her People sighing secke for bread who give Their wealth for food that their faint soules may live Consider Lord ô looke on the forlorne Who am to all the world a generall Scorne Who Passengers though this concerne not you Here fixe your Steps and my strange Sufferings view Was ever sorrow like my Sorrow knowne Which
blest VVhile Day and Night the World invest Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME XLII As the 34. LORD as the Hart imbost with heat Braies after the coole Rivulet So sighs my Soule for thee My Soule thirsts for the living God VVhen shall I enter his Abode And there his Beautie see Teares are my Food both night and day While Where 's thy God they daily say My Soule in plaints I shed When I remember how in throngs We fill'd thy House with Praise and Songs How I their Dances led My Soule why art thou so deprest VVhy O thus troubled in my brest With Griefe so overthrowne VVith constant Hope on God await I yet his Name shall celebrate For Mercy timely showne My fainting Heart within me pants My God consider my Complaints My Songs shall praise thee still Even from the Vale where Jordan flowes VVhere Hermon his high Fore-head showes From Mitsars humble Hill Part. 2 Deepes unto Deeps inraged call VVhen thy darke Spouts of waters fall And dreadfull Tempest raves For all thy Flouds upon me burst And billowes after billowes thrust To swallow in their Graves But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soule surpris'd with cares He gives my Songs their Argument God of my life I will present By night to thee my prayers And say My God my Rocke O why Am I forgot and mourning die By Foes reduc'd to Dust Their words like weapons pierce my bones While still they Echo to my Grones Where is the Lord thy Trust My Soule why art thou so deprest O why so troubled in my brest Sunke underneath thy Load With constant Hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALME XLIII As the 34. MY God thy Servant vindicate O plead my Cause against their hate Who seeke my utter spoile Deliver from the Mercilesse Who with bold Injuries oppresse And prosper in their guile For of my Strength thou art the Lord. Why like to one by thee abhorr'd Dost thou my Soule expose Why wander I in blacke araid My body worne my mind dismaid Pursu'd by cruell Foes Thy Favour and thy Truth extend Let them into my Soule descend Conducted by their light Conducted to thy holy Hill And House blest with thy Presence still There to injoy thy sight Then will I to thy Altar bring An acceptable Offering That dost such Joyes afford There on a tunefull Instrument With Songs that joyne in sweet consent Thy sacred praise record My Soule why art thou so deprest VVhy O thus troubled in my brest Sunke underneath thy load With constant hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALME XLIV As the 3. LORD we have heard our Fathers tell The Wonders wrought by thee of old To them by their great Grandsires told How by thy Hand the Heathen fell Of fruitfull Canaan dispossest And Israel planted in their roome They perisht by a fearefull Doome While ours in growth and strength increast Not their owne Swords that pleasant Land Did conquer and their Foes eject Nor did their armes their lives protect It was thy Arme and powerfull Hand It was the Spendor of thy Face And by thy Favour they o'rcame My King my God O still the same Salvation send to Jacobs Race For by thy Aide our Enemies Lay bleeding on the stained ground And in thy Name we did confound VVho ever durst against us rise Our Sword 's unable to defend We will not trust in our weake Bowes Thou Lord hast sav'd us from our Foes And brought them to ashamefull end Part. 2 For this with praises we adore And ever celebrate thy Name But now Thou casts us off to shame Nor lead'st our Armies as before Our faces from our Foes reverst A Spoile to such as hunt for blood Thou giv'st us up as Sheep for food Among th'uncircumcis'd disperst For nought thou dost thy People sell Nor art inriched by their price Our Neighbours in our fall rejoyce A Scorne to all that neare us dwell A By-word to the Heathen growne Who shake their heads in our disgrace My shame is still before my face My eyes to Earth with blushes throwne Sprung from the bold blasphemers taunts And proud Avengers threatning looke Yet Lord we have not thee forsooke Nor falsify'd thy Covenants Part. 3 Our hearts have not their Faith dissolv'd Our Steps the Path prescribed keep Though Thou hast crusht us in the Deep And with the shades of Death involv'd For should we from the Lord depart Or to strange Gods our hearts upreare O would not this to him appeare Who knowes the Secrets of our Heart Yet for thy sake are daily slaine For slaughter mark'd like butcher'd Sheepe Awake O Lord why dost thou sleepe Rise nor for ever Vs disdaine O to thy Owne at length returne Why dost Thou hide thy chearfull face With-drawing thy accustom'd Grace From such as in Affliction mourne For lo our Soules are wrapt in dust Our bellies to the Centre cleave O for thy Mercies sake receive And succour those who in Thee trust PSALME XLV As the 8. VVITH heat divine inspir'd I sing A Panegyrick to the King High Raptures in a numerous stile I with a ready Pen compile Much fairer then our Humane Race Whose lips like Fountaines flow with Grace For this the Lord thy Soule shall blesse With everlasting Happinesse Gird O most Mightie on thy Thigh Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie In triumph arm'd with Truth ride on By Clemencie and Justice drawne No mortall vigour shall withstand The fury of thy dreadfull Hand Thy piercing Arrowes in the Kings Opposers hearts shall dye their wings Thy Throne no waste of Time decayes Thy Scepter sacred Justice swayes Thou Vertue lov'st but hast abhorr'd Deformed Vice for this the Lord Hath thee alone preferr'd and shed The Oyle of Joy upon thy head Thy Garments which in Grace excell Of Aloës Myrrhe and Cassia smell Brought from the Ivory Palaces Which more then other Odors please Kings Daughters to augment thy State Among thy noble Damsels wait The Queene inthron'd on thy Right hand Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand. Part. 2 Harke Daughter and by me be taught Thy Countrey banish from thy thought Thy House and Family forget His Joy upon thy Beauty set He is thy Lord O bow before And him eternally adore The Daughters of Sea-circled Tyre Shall bring their Purple and desire Even they whom Wealth and Honour grace To see the sweetnesse of thy Face Her Mind all Beauties doth infold Her faire limbs clad in purfled Gold She shall unto the King be brought In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought VVhile Virgins on her Traine attend VVhose Faith and Friendship know no end VVhom they with joy shall lead along Eterniz'd in a Nuptiall Song And with renew'd Applauses bring Vnto the Palace of the King Thou in thy Royall Fathers place Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race VVho over