Temple they prophane VVith Slaughter staine Beneath her ruines Salem grones Now nothing but a heape of Stones The dead no Funerall pompe attends Nor weeping friends Their carkases our barbarous Foes To Beasts expose The ravenous VVolves become their tombe Or else the greedie Vulturs wombe VVith blood of Saints the Streames grow red Like VVater shed Thy People now a generall Reproach to all The Syrian and base Edomite Deride and in our woes delight How long Lord shall thy jealous ire Devoure like Fire Thy Anger in a dreadfull showre Of vengeance powre On those who know not thy great Name And thinke thy Worship but a shame Part. 2 For they have laid our Country waste Our Cities ras't Lord O remember not the crimes Of former times But for thy tender mercy save Our soules now humbled to the grave Lord for the glory of thy Name Redeeme from shame O purge us and propitious be From thraldome free VVhy should the Heathen thus blaspheme And say Your God is but a Dreame Against them let thy Vengeance rise Before our eyes And for our blood shed by their guilt Let theirs be spilt O heare the sighing Prisoners cry And save whom they have doom'd to die Our spitefull Neighbours Lord deride Thee in their pride With seven-fold vengeance recompense Their insolence So we thy flocke our God will praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise PSALME LXXX As the 3. THou Shepheard of thy Israel That Flock-like leadest Josephs Race Who twixt the Cherubims dost dwell O heare shew thy inlightning Face Exalt thy saving power before Manasseh Ephraim Benjamin O from Captivity restore And let thy beames upon us shine Great God of Battaile wilt thou still Be angry and our prayers despise Bread steept in teares our stomacks fill We drinke the rivers of our eyes Our scoffing Neighbours fall at strife Among themselves to share our right Great God restore the dead to life And comfort by the quickning light Part. 2 This Vine from Aegypt brought the foe Expeld was planted by thy hand Thou gav'st it roome and strength to grow Vntill her branches fill'd the Land The Mountaines tooke a shade from these Which like a grove of Cedars stood Extending to the Tyrian Seas And to Euphrates rowling Floud O why hast thou her Fences ras't Whilst every Stragler puls her fruit The browsing Heard her branches waste And salvage Boores plow-up her root Great God returne this trampled Vine From Heaven behold with mild aspect Once planted by that Hand of thine The branches of thy owne Elect. Which now cut downe wild Flames devoure Through thy fierce wrath to ruine brought Protect thy People by thy Power And perfect what thy selfe hath wrought Reviv'd we will thy Name adore Nor ever from thy Pleasure swerve O from Captivity restore And by thy powerfull grace preserve PSALME LXXXI As the 8. TO God our Strength your voices raise In sacred numbers sing his praise The warbling Lute sweet Violl bring And solemne Harp loud Timbrels ring The new Moone seene shrill Trumpets sound Your sacred Feasts with Triumph crown'd These Rites our God established VVhen Israel He from Aegypt led Their necks with Yokes of bondage wrung Inured to an unknowne tongue Your burdens I have cast away Said he and cleans'd your hands from clay Then sav'd when in your feares you cri'd And from the thundring Cloud repli'd I tri'd you heard your murmurings At Meribahs admired Springs You Sons of Israel give eare I will instruct you would you heare Beware no foraigne gods adore Nor their adulterate Powers implore Part. 2 I Thee alone brought from the Land Of Bondage with a mighty Hand I know and will supply thy need When naked clothe when hungry feed Yet would not they my Counsell brooke But desperately their God forsooke Whom I unto their lusts resign'd And errors of their wandring Mind O that they had my voyce obei'd Nor from the paths of Vertue straid Then Victory their brows had crown'd Their slaughter'd Foes had spread the ground Then had I made their enemy Submit and at their mercy lie Themselves blest with eternall Peace Inriched with the Earths increase VVith floure of Wheat and Honey fill'd From breaches of the Rocke distill'd PSALME LXXXII As the 4. GOD sits upon the Throne of Kings And Judges unto judgement brings Why then so long Maintaine you wrong And favour Lawlesse things Defend the Poore the Fatherlesse Their crying injuries redresse And vindicate The Desolate Whom wicked men oppresse For they of knowledge have no Light Nor Will to know but walke in Night Earths Bases faile No Lawes prevaile Scarce one in heart upright Though Gods and Sons of the most High Yet you like common men shall die Like Princes fall Great God judge all The Earth thy Monarchy PSALME LXXXIII As the 1. LORD sit not still as deafe unto our cries For lo our Enemies in tumults rise Even those who thy Omnipotence deny And hate thy Name advance their Crests on high Darke counsels take and secretly contrive Their slaughter whom thy Mercy keeps alive Come say they let us with incessant stroks Hew downe this Nation like a grove of Okes Till they no longer be and Israel die Both in his Race and ruin'd Memory They all in one Confederacy have made A solemne League suppli'd with foraigne aide Fierce Idumaeans who in Nomades stray And shaggy Ismaelites that live by prey Th' incestuous Race that border on the Lake Of salt Asphalthis Savage Thieves who take Their name from servile Hagar they who dwell In Gebal Ammonites who Peace expell Sterne Palaestines and wild Amalekites False Tyrians Ashur with Lots Sons unites Part. 2 Let them like Midian fall by mutuall wounds Like Sisera fall like Jabin on the bounds Of Endor where swift Kison takes his birth Who lay like Dung upon the fatned Earth Like Zeb and Orebs Princes made a prey For Wolves like Zeba and proud Zalmuna VVho said let us these Israelites destroy And all the Cities of their God enjoy O let them like a wheele be hurried round Like chaffe which whirl-winds ravish from the ground As Woods grown dry with age imbrac'd with fire VVhose flames above the singed Hils aspire So in the Tempest of thy Wrath pursue And with thy Stormes thy trembling Foes subdue O fill their Hearts with griefe their lookes with shame Till they invoke thy late blasphemed Name Confound them with eternall Infamie That they through anguish of their Soules may die That men Jehovah's VVonders may rehearse The great Commander of this Universe PSALME LXXXIV As the 29. O How amiable are Thy Aboads great God of warre How I languish through restraint How my longing Spirits faint Lord for thee I daily crie In thy absence hourely die Sparrowes there their young ones reare And the Summers Harbinger By thy Altar builds her nest Where they take their envi'd rest O my King O thou most High Arbiter of Victorie Happie men who spend their Dayes In thy Courts there sing thy
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
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
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
Jerusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALME CXXXVI CANT BASS THe Bountie of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters swaies Thankes to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings Eternall Mercie springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Skie Those Orbs that move so orderly Firme Earth above The Flouds that move Display'd and rais'd the Hils on high For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs Who Sun and Moone inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Starres And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs The first-borne of Aegyptians slew VVhose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerfull hand Th' oppressed sonnes of Jacob drew For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled VVho in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-lesse Deserts led For from the King of Kings Eternall mercy springs VVho numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid VVho Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Vnto their Seed VVho in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs Remembred us in our distresse And freed from those who did oppresse He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel blesse For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXXXVII As the 1. AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funerall teares our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willowes hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Judah unto Babel brought Deride the teares which from our Sorrowes spring And say in scorne A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymnes sing in a forraigne Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heape of stones and to thy selfe a Tomb When I forget thee my deare Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruell pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Downe with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skie That shortly shalt as low in ruines lie O happy O thrice happy they who shall VVith equall cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens braines against the stones And without pity heare their dying grones PSALME CXXXVIII As the 46. MY Soule applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternall Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy VVord above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cri'd VVhen Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awfull Scepters beare VVhen they of thy Performance heare Shall worship thee with reverent feare They shall his Truth and Mercy praise VVho all the World with Justice swaies VVhose VVonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though stormes of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrowes For God his Promise will effect The Faithfull faithfully protect Nor ever his owne Choice reject PSALME CXXXIX As the cxi THou know'st me O thou onely Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Canst my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacitie Transcends so wonderfull so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceale me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou knowne Should I the Mornings wings obtaine And flie beyond th' Hesperian Maine Thy powerfull Arme would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy feare Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darknesse would convert to Light VVhat Clouds can from discovery free VVhat Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine like Daies cleare flame Darknesse and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reines even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Part. 2 Are these thy VVorks to me well-knowne My bones were to thy view displaid VVhen I in secret shades was made VVhen wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou looke My members written in thy Booke Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them farre more Then Sands upon the murmuring shore VVhen I awake thy VVorks againe My thoughts with wonder entertaine The VVicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who bloud with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majestie profane They take thy sacred Name in vaine Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integritie Behold if I from Vertue stray And lead in thy eternall Way PSALME CXL As the 14. LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischiefe fill On bloudy Warre and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poison of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toiles to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently heare thy Suppliant's pray'rs My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helme my head defends Let not the Wicked gaine their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their owne Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coles fall on their heads And quenchlesse flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischiefe salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poore defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALME CXLI As the 22. TO Thee I cry Lord heare my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayres before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a
God hath on me in his fury throwne He from the breaking Clouds his flames hath cast Which in my Bones the boyling Marrow wast Hath set snares for my feet throwne to the ground Left desolate and fainting with my wound Who of my Sins hath made a yoake to check My Insolence and cast it on my Neck My Strength hath broken to my Enemies Subdu'd my Powers now ah too weake to rise He in the mid'st of me hath trodden downe My mighty Men and those of most Renowne His Troopes on my strong youth like Torrents rush't As in a wine-presse Judah's Daughter crush't For this I weepe my eye my galled Eye Dissolves in Streames for he who should apply Balme to my wounds farre ô farre of is fled My Children desolate their Foe their head Her Hands sad Sion rais'd no Comfort found Jehova charg'd her foes to guir'd her round Jerusalem O thou of late belov'd Now like a Menstruous Woman art remov'd The Lord is just t is I that have rebell'd And by my wild revolt his Grace expell'd Heare and behold my woes my Orphans torne From my forc'd Armes and into exile borne I to my boasting Lovers call'd for ayd But they their vowes infring'd my trust betray'd My Priests and Princes while they seeke for bread To feed their hungry Soules augment the Dead Lord looke on me my heart roules in my Breast My Bowels stoyle like Seas with Stormes opprest I have provok't thy Vengeance with my Sinne Without the Sword destroyes and Dearth within My sighes no pitty move my cruell Foes Enjoy thy Wrath and glory in my Woes Yet that presaged Time will come when they Shall equall Sorrowes to thy Justice pay O set their impious deeds before thine eyes And presse them with my waighty Miseries The Birth of Sinne which breake into complaint My groanes are numberlesse my Spirits faint Chap. 2 How hath Jehova's wrath ô Sion spread A vaile of Clouds about thy Daughters head From Heaven to Earth thy beauty Israel throwne Nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne How hath he swallow'd Judah's Mansions ra'st His Holds and to the ground his Bulwarks cast The Land in his relentlesse rage profan'd And with the Blood of her owne Princes stain'd He in his Indignation hath the Horne Of Israel from his bleeding forehead torne Before the Foe O forc't to flye with shame His wrath to Jacob a devouring flame Foe-like hath bent his Bow his Hostile hand Advanc't and slaine the Beauty of the Land All that the eye attracted with Desire And powr'd his anger forth like floods of Fire Against thee Solyma Converts his Powers Sad Israel and his Pallaces devoures His strong built Fortresses to ruines turnes Whil'st Judah's Daughter for her Children mournes His Tabernacle He with Violence Hath now demolish't like a Garden Fence None Sions feasts and Sabbaths celebrate Both King and Priest abnoxious to his hate Detests his Sanctuary and forsakes His flamelesse Altar while the Enemy takes His Palaces and Walles fill'd with their Cryes As late by us in our Solemnities The ruine of Jerusalem designes And levels the Foundation with his Lines Nor his fierce hand withdrawes the tottering walls And stooping Turrets languish in their falls Her Gates sinke to the Earth with shiver'd bars Her King and Princes Slaves or slaine in wars All Lawes surcease Jehova to her Seers No more by Visions or by Dreames appeares Her Elders sit on earth with silent Woe And Dust upon their Silver Tresses throw In sack-cloath mourne Her Virgins hang their heads Like drooping Flowers that bow to their cold Beds My Bowels toyle mine eyes with teares are drown'd My bleeding Liver powr'd upon the Ground To see my tender Babes unpittied lye On flinty Pavements and through famine dye While others to their weeping Mothers say O give us Food our hunger to allay Then fainting by the bloodlesse wound of Death In their infolding Armes sigh out their Breath How shall my tongue expresse ô how compare Thy matchlesse Sorrowes to asswage thy Care Distressed Sions Daughter for thy breach Is like the Seas whose rage no bounds impeach Vaine tales and foolish have thy Prophets told Nor would they thy exiling Sins unfold False Burthens and false Prophecies invent The fatall Authors of thy Banishment The Passengers they wry their heads aside Hisse at thee clap their hands and thus deride Is this their only Joy which they of all The world the Beauty and Perfection call Thy Foes make mouthes scoffe grind their teeth and say Now have we swallow'd our desired prey This is that Day we did so long expect VVherein our hopes have had their wish't effect God hath accomplished his old Decree VVe thy oft-menaced Destruction see Hath ruin'd without pitie made a Scorne To thy Triumphant Foe and rais'd his Horne To him their hearts now cry O Sions Towers All Day all Night let teares descend in Showers O never give thy labouring Thoughts repose Nor let the humid Night thy eye-lids close Arise and cry cry from the Nights first houre Thy Heart before thy God like water powre O raise thy Hands to Heaven least Famines force Thy Childrens soules from their pale corps divorce Lord see thy Masacre's shall cursed wombes Become their new-borne childrens fatall Tombes Thy Priests and Prophets by the sword are slaine And with their Blood thy Sanctuary staine Lo in the Streets old Men and Infants lye My Virgins and bold Youth by slaughter dye Thou with their Blood thy Vengeance didst imbrew Thy burning Fury without pitty slew As in a solemne Day thy Terrors have Inviron'd me thy Anger cloyes the Grave Those whom I swatled in my Bosome bred The Barbarous Foe hath sent unto the Dead Chap. 3 Lo I the Man who by the wrath of God Have seene afflictions stormes and felt his Rod He hath depriv'd me of the cheerefull Light Inveloped with Shades more darke then Night Against me his revengefull Forces bent Nor sets his Anger with the Suns descent My slesh hath wasted wrinckled my smooth skin With Sorrowes age and broke my Bones within Against me digg'd atrench cast up a mound With travels bitter gall besieg'd me round Imprison'd where no beames their brightnesse shed Like that darke Region people by the Dead On every side my Flight with Barres restraines And clogs my galled Legs with massie Chaines Who stops his eares against my Cryes and Prayers With Stone immures and spreads my Path with snares He like a Beare or Lion lyes in waite Diverts in pieces teares leaves Desolate At me as at a marke his Bow he drew Whose Arrowes in my Blood their wings imbrew He lets the People circle me in Throngs Who all the Day deride with spitefull Songs With wormewood made me drunke with gall hath fed My teeth with gravell broke with Ashes spread My soule to Peace is such a Stranger growne As if I never better Dayes had knowne When I my wrongs to memory recall My Miseries my Wormewood and my Gall My Passions thus
exclaime Ah! Perished Are all my hopes from me my strength is fled These thoughts my Soule have humbl'd trod to Earth My Pride and given my Hopes a second Birth T' was thy abundant goodnesse Lord that all Did not together in one Ruine fall Thy Mercies with the rising Light renue And thy Fidelitie as large as true My soule is arm'd with stedfast Confidence Since thou my Portion art and strong Defence To those how gracious who on thee relye Who seeke thee with unfainting Industry T is good to hope and rest upon thy Truth T is good to beare thy yoake in early youth Alone he silent sits nor will distrust Thy Promise when he hides his head in Dust His cheeke submits to blowes by all revil'd Yet knowes at length thou wilt be reconcil'd When God with griefe hath fixt thee to the ground His Mercy will powre balme into thy wound For He delights not in our Misery On those to trample who in fetters lye Hates that the weake should be opprest by might Or Justice suffer in the Judges sight O tell what can befall beneath the Sun That is not by the Lords appointment done Both good and bad from Him proceeds why then Grudge you at punishment vaine sinfull Men Turne we to God by tryall of our wayes To Heaven our hearts our hands and voyces raise We have transgres'd rebell'd no pardon gaine The Food of Wrath by thee pursu'd and slaine Thou hast with Cloud 's thy selfe inclos'd of late Through which no Prayers of ours can penetrate With Men the refuse and off-skouring made Whom all our Foes with open mouthes upbraid Fill'd with vastation ruines snares and feares While for my Childrens losse I melt in Teares Nor shall those briny Rivers cease to flow Till God looke downe with pitie on our woe Mine eye ah wounds my heart when I behold My Cities Daughters to Afflictions sold Those who thy Beauty Solyma deface My soule like a retrived Partridge chace Cut from the living in a Dungeon throwne And over-whelmed with a Pile of Stone Stormes ore my head their rowling billowes tost Then cry'd I ah I am for ever lost Thou from the Dungeon Lord my cryes didst heare O never from my sighes divert thine Eare Thou stood'st besides me in that horrid Day And said'st Take courage nor thy feare obey My cause thou Lord hast pleaded in this strife And from their greedy jawes redeem'd my Life Thou that hast seene my wrongs restore my right Thou hast their vengeance seene and cursed spight The malice heard which their false tongues disclose The thoughts and machinations of my Foes VVhen they sit downe and when they rise I still Become their Musick and their Laughter fill Rewards according to their works disburse Their Hearts with Sorrow wound blast with thy Curse Pursue destroy nor Lord thy wrath restraine Till none beneath the arch of Heaven remaine Chap. 4 How is our Gold growne dimme of all the most Refin'd and pure hath now his Lustre lost That Marble which the Temple beautifi'd Torne downe by impious Rage and cast aside The wretched Sons of Sion ah behold Of late so precious more esteem'd then Gold How slighted to how low a value brought Like Earthen vessels by the Potter wrought The Monsters of the Sea and Salvage Beasts Their young ones gently foster at their Breasts My Daughters ah more cruell are then these Or then the desert-haunting Estriges Their Children cry for Bread but none receive Whose thirsty tongues to their hot pallats cleave VVho fed Deliciously now sit forlorne And those who Scarlet wore on dung-hils mourne The Punishments as did their sinnes excell That which from Heaven on wicked Sodom fell Devour'd with sodaine flames No Creature found To whom his wrath could adde another wound Her Nazarites late pure as falling Snow More white then Streames which from stretcht udders flow Not Rubies of the rocke such red insphear'd Nor polisht Saphires like their Veines appear'd Their faces now more blacke then Cinders growne To such as meet them in the Streets unknowne VVhose wither'd Skins more dry then saplesse wood Cleave to their fleshlesse Bones for want of Food O farre lesse wretched they whose parting Breath Breaks through their wounds then those who starve to death For they in lingring torments pine away And find not Death so cruell as Delay Soft-hearted Mothers live by horrid spoile And their beloved Babes in Caldrons boyle On these with weeping Eyes and hearts that bleed The famisht Daughters of my People feed The Lord his vengeance now accomplish't hath And powred forth the Viols of his wrath Forsaken Sion sets on fire whose Towers And Palaces the hungry flame devoures You Kings that sway the many-Peopled Earth All who from groaning Mothers take your birth O would you have believ'd that thus the Foe Should have triumpht in her sad overthrow Her Priests and Prophets sins who should have taught By their Example have her ruine wrought VVith humane flesh her flaming Altars fed And blood of Innocents profusely shed VVho blindly wander so defil'd with gore That none would touch the Garments which they wore Depart they cry'd Depart and touch us not Depart ô you whom foule pollutions spot Thus chid they stray'd and to the Gentiles fled Yet said ere long we shall from hence be led For this the Lord hath scatter'd in his Ire Nor ever shall they to their homes retire Their unregarded Priests slaine by the Foe Who would no pitie to the aged show Yet vainely we in these our Miseries With expectation have consum'd our eyes And fostered flattering hopes built on their word Who can no ayd to our Extreames afford Like cruell Hunters they our steps pursue While we in Corners lurke from publike view That Fatall Day drawes neere wherein we must Descend to Death and mingle with the Dust Not Eagles fearefull Doves so swiftly chace As they with winged feet our foot-steps trace Pursue o're Mountaines watch at every Streight And to intrap us in the Defart waite The Lords Anointed even our nostrils Breath They have ensnar'd and rendred up to Death Of whom we said Among the Heathen wee Beneath his wings shall live in exile free Daughter of Edom thou that dwelst in Hus Exalt thy Joy This Cup to thee from us Shall swiftly passe thy braines inebriate so As thou thy nakednesse shalt boldly show Yet when thy Sins deserved Punishment O wretched Sions Daughter shall be spent Jehova will thy Banishment repeale Foment thy wounds and all thy bruises heale Then he on Edoms Issue shall impose Our yoake and her deformitie disclose Chap. 5 Remember Lord the Afflictions we have borne See how we are to all the world a Scorne Our Lands and Houses forreiners possesse Our Mothers Widdowes and we Fatherlesse To us our wood the greedy Strangersels And dearely purcha'st water from our wels Our necks with heavy burthens are opprest All Day we toyle at Night depriv'd of Rest We in the Egyptian and Assyrian Lands Are forc't to
with what 's Divine Like Art and Paintings laid upon a Face Of it selfe sweet which more Deforme then Grace Yet as the Church with Ornaments is Fraught Why may not That be too which There is Taught And sure that Vessell of Election Paul Who Iudais'd with Iewes was All to All So to Gaine some would be at least Content Some for the Curious should be Eloquent For since the Way to Heaven is Rugged who Would have the Way to that Way be so too Or thinks it fit we should not leave obtaine To learne with Pleasure what we Act with Paine Since then Some stop unlesse their Path be Even Nor will be led by Soloecismes to Heaven And through a Habit scarce to be control'd Refuse a Cordial when not brought in Gold Much like to them to that Disease Inur'd Which can be no way but by Musick cur'd I Ioy in Hope that no small Piety Will in their Colder Hearts be Warm'd by Thee For as none could more Harmony dispense So neither could thy flowing Eloquence So well in any Task be us'd as this To Sound His Praises forth whose Gift it is Cui non certaverit ullae Aut tantum fluere aut totidem dur are per annos FALKLAND An Ode to my worthy Kinsman Mr. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the Psalmes O Breath againe that holy Lay Did convay Vnto my soule so sweet a Fire I desire That all my Senses charm'd to Eare Should fix there O might this sacred Anthem last Till Time's past Vntill we warble forth a higher In the Quire Of Angels till the Spheares keepe time To your Rime Amphion did a Citie raise By his Layes The Stones did dance into a Wall At his call But your divinely-tuned Aire Doth repaire Ev'n Man himselfe whose stony Heart By this Art Rebuildeth of its owne accord To the Lord A Temple breathing holy Songs In strange Tongues You fit both Davids Lyre and Notes To our Throats See the greene Willow now not weares Of their Teares The sadly silent Trophyes we From the Tree Take downe the Hebrew Harps and reach In our speech What ever we doe hate what feare What love deare Now in faint Accents praising God For his Rod Since that his punishing a Child Must be stil'd A Blessing But our thankfull Layes Doe his Praise Sound in the loudest Key when e're He drawes neare In Mercy not affrighting Power In that Houre New Life approacheth Then our Ioy Doth employ Each Facultie and Tune each Aire To a Prayre But by and by our Sins doe cause A sad Pause Our Hands lift-up and cast-downe Eyes Our faint Cryes Doe in their sadly-pleasing Tones Speake our Mones In stead of Harps we strike our Brests All the Rests Attend this Musicke are a Teare Which Sighes beare In their soft Language up on high To the Skie Whence God delighted with our Griefe Sends Reliefe Thus unto You we owe the Ioyes The Sweet Noise Of our ravisht Soules we borrow Hence our Sorrow Repentant Sorrow which doth glad Not make sad We weepe in your Lines we rejoyce In your Voyce Whose pleasing Language fanns the Fire Of Desire Which flames in Zeale and calmly fashions All our Passions Which you so sweetly have exprest Some have guest We Hallelu-jahs shall reherse In your Verse Then be secure your well-tun'd Breath Shall now out-live the Date of Death And when Fate pleases you shall have Still-Musick in the silent Grave You from Above shall heare each day One Dirge dispatcht unto your Clay These your owne Anthemes shall become Your lasting Epicedium Dudly Digges To the Reader THe Paraphrase upon the Psalmes though here ranck't according to the Chronology was first writ and published and therefore these verses doe in time precede those that are fixt in the Front of the Volume A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME 1. BASS CANT THat man is truely blest who never strayes By false advice nor walks in Sinners wayes Nor sits infected with their scornefull pride VVho God contemne and Pietie deride But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heavenly Lawes those studies day and night He shall be like a Tree that spreads his root By living streames producing timely fruit His leafe shall never fall the Lord shall blesse All his indeavours with desir'd successe Men lost in Sinne unlike rewards shall find Disperst like chaffe before the furious wind Their guilt shall not that horrid Day indure Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure For God approves those wayes the Righteous tread But sinfull Paths to sure destruction leade PSALME II. BASS CANT HOwe are the Gentiles all on fire Why rage they with vaine menacings Earths haughtie Potentates and Kings ' Gainst God against his Christ conspire Breake we say they their servile bands And cast their cords from our free hands But God from his coelestiall Throne Shall laugh and their attempts deride Then high incenst thus checke their pride His Wrath in their confusion showne Loe I my King have crown'd and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill That great Decree I shall declare For thus I heard Iehovah say Thou art my Sonne begot this day Request and I will grant thy praier Subject all Nations to thy Throne And make the Sea-bound Earth thine owne Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway Like earthen vessels breake their bones Be wise O you who sit on Thrones And Iudges grave advice obey With joyfull Feare O serve the Lord With trembling Joy embrace his Word In due of Homage kisse the Sonne Lest He his wrathfull lookes display And so you perish in the way His anger newly but begunne Then blessed onely are the Just Who on th' Anointed fixe their trust PSALME III. CANT BASS MY God how are my foes increast What multitudes against me rise Who say Give we his Soule no rest Whom God forsakes and Men despise But thou art my Support my Tower My Safetie my choise Ornament Before thy Throne my Prayers I powre Heard from thy Sions high ascent No feares affright my soft repose Thou my Night-watch my Guard by day Not Myriads of armed Foes Nor Treasons secret hands dismay Arise ô vindicte my Cause My Foes whom wicked Hate provoke Thou Lord hast smit their cancred jawes And all their teeth asunder broke Thou Lord the onely Hope of those Who thee with holy Zeale adore Whose all-protecting Armes inclose Their Safetie who thy Aid implore PSALME IV. CANT BASS THou Guardian of my truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O heare my prayer Be I thy care For mercie lives in thee You sonnes of men how long will you Eclipse my glory and pursue Lov'd vanities Delight in lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraigntie invest His gentle eare Prepar'd to heare My never vaine request Sinne not but feare surcease and try Your hearts as on your beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And
Bee thou my Rocke with thy strong Arme immure My Rocke my Fortresse for thy Honour aid And my ingaged feet from Danger guide Pull from their subtill Snares in secret laid O thou my onely Strength so often try'd To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend O my Redeemer O thou God of Truth Who Lies invent or unto Idols bend I have abhorr'd but lov'd Thee from my Youth I will rejoyce and in thy Mercie boast That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know Deliver when in expectation lost Nor yeeld him to the Triumph of his Foe Part. 2 Now helpe the Comfortlesse my Sight decayes My Spirits faint my Flesh consumes with care My Life is spent with griefe in sighes my Dayes My Strength through Sin dissolves my Bones impare To all my Foes I am become a scorne Nor least to those who seem'd in love most neare By all my late familiar friends forlorne VVho when they meet me turne aside for feare Forgot like those who in the Grave abide And as a broken vessell past repaire Traduc'd by many feare on everyside VVho counsell take and would my life insnare But Lord my Hopes are on thee fixt I said Thou art my God my Dayes are in thy Hand Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid And those who persecute my Soule withstand O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine Save for thy Mercies sake from Shame defend Shame cover those who keepe no Lawes of thine And undeplored to the Grave descend Part. 3 The lying lips in endlesse silence close That with despite and pride traduce the Just VVhat Joy hast thou reserv'd what wrought for those In sight of all who feare and in Thee trust Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs They in thy close Pavilion shall abide Secured from the strife of envious Tongues Blest he who in a walled Citie hath To me his wonderfull Affection showne I rashly sayd I am the food of VVrath Cut off for ever from his Presence throwne Yet thou O ever blessed heardst my Prayer VVhen to thy Mercie I addrest my Cry O love the living Lord all you that are His chosen Saints and on his Aid relie For he the Faithfull ever will preserve And render to the Proud their full deserts Couragious be all you who hope and serve The Lord of life who will confirme your hearts PSALME XXXII CANT BASS BLest ô thrice blest is he Whose Sinnes remitted be And whose Impieties God covers from his Eyes To whom his Sinnes are not Imputed as forgot His Soule with guile unstain'd While silent I remain'd My bones consum'd away I rored all the day For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavie light My moisture dri'd throughout Like to a Summers drought I then my Sinnes confest How farre I had transgrest When all I had reveal'd Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd For this who Godly are Shall seeke to Thee by Prayer Seeke when thou mayst be found In Deluges undrown'd Thou art my safe Retreat My Shield when dangers threat Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance I will instruct and show The way which thou shouldst goe The way to Pietie And guide thee with mine eye Be not like Mule and Horse VVhose reason is their Force VVhose mouth the Bit and Reine Lest they rebell restraine Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose But those who God affect His Mercy shall protect O you who are upright In God your God delight You Just his blessed Choice In Him with Songs rejoyce PSALME XXXIII As the 8. TO God you Just your Voices raise It you beseemes to sing his Praise O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings To Harp and Lute new Dities sing Sing loud with skilful fingering His Words are crown'd by their event And all his Works are permanent Justice and Judgement he affects His Bountie upon all reflects His Word the arched Heavens did frame His Breath the Starres eternall Flame He the collected Seas confines And folds the Deepe in Magazines The Lord O all you Nations feare All whom the Earths round shoulders beare He spake 't was done as soone as said At his Commandment stedfast made The People counsell take in vaine Their Projects no successe obtaine The Counsels of the Lord are sure His Purposes no Change indure Blest they whose God Jehovah is The Nation set apart for his The Lord looks from the lofty Skis On carefull Mortals casts his Eyes The Lord looks from his Residence The Sonnes of men beholds from thence He fashioned their hearts alone To him their Thoughts and deeds are knowne No King is saved by an Host No Giant in his strength should boast There rests no Safetie in a Horse None are delivered by his force Gods eyes are ever on the Just Who feare and in his Mercie trust To free their Soules from swallowing Earth And keepe alive in time of Dearth Our fervent Soules on God attend Our helpe who onely can defend In whom our Hearts exult for joy Because we on his Name relie Great God to us propitious be As we have fixt our Hopes on thee PSALME XXXIV CANT BASS THe Lord I will for ever blesse My Tongue his praises shall professe In him my Soule shall boast The Meeke shall heare the same and joy His Name with me ô magnifie Extoll the Lord of Host My prayers ascending pierc't his eare Who snatcht me from those stormes of feare The Meeke who God expect Who flow to him like living Brookes Shame never shall distaine their lookes nor with foule guilt infect This VVretch in his adversitie Then men shall say to God did crie Whose Mercie him secur'd The Angels of Jehovah those Who feare him with their Tents inclose By Strength divine immur'd How good our God O taste and see Who trust in him thrice happie be You Saints ô feare him still Such feele no want the Lions rore For hunger but who God implore He shall with Plentie fill Part. 2 Come children with attention heare I will instruct you in his feare VVhat man delights in life Seekes to live happily and long From evill guard thy warie tongue Thy lips from fraud and strife Doe good and wicked deeds eschew Seeke sacred Peace her steps pursue Gods Eyes are on the Just Their cries his open Eare attends But on the Bad his wrath descends Their Names reduc'd to dust He heares the Righteous and their crie Preserv'd in their adversitie A broken heart affects And Soules contrite which in Him trust Great are the afflictions of the Iust But He in all protects Keepes every bone of theirs intire The VVicked swallowes in his Ire And who the Righteous hate The Lord his Servants shall redeeme Those ever deare in his esteeme Who on his promise wait PSALME XXXV As the 3. LOrd plead my cause against my foes With such as fight against me fight Arise thy ample Shield oppose And with thy Sword defend my right Addresse thy Speare those
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
fluent Oile Yet bent to Spoyle But thou my Soule thy cares impose On God who will redresse thy woes The Just he shall confirme with Joy Th'Unjust destroy Those who in bloud and fraud delight Shall set in Night Before their Noone of Life be past But I on God my hopes have plac'd PSALME LVI As the 4. O Lord protect me by thy Power From such as would my Life devoure VVho mercilesse Strive to oppresse Nor grant me Truce one houre That would devoure me every Day And make my chased Life their prey Yet Lord will I On thee relie VVhen Dangers most dismay Thy Promise I will celebrate In constant hope thy Pleasure wait With patience beare Thy Stay nor feare Fraile man or his vaine hate My words and deeds they daily wrest And in their thoughts my fall digest Vnite in ill And lurke to kill My Feet can finde no rest O shall they with impunity Escape and thus their sins enjoy Let Death thy rage Alone asswage Them in their guilt destroy My Wanderings thou hast numbered Even every Teare mine Eyes have shed Thy Viall holds All in the Folds Of thy large Volume read Assur'd that when on God I call My Foes shall by his Fury fall His Promise I Will magnifie His Truth divulge to All. To him my ready Vowes will pay My Vowes of Thanks both night and day In whom I trust Nor shall th'Unjust My stedfast Hopes dismay For he hath snatcht me from the Night Of Death and kept my foot upright That I may still Observe his Will And see the cheerfull Light PSALME LI. As the 10. O Thou From whom all Mercy springs Compassionate my Sufferings And pity me That trust in Thee O shelter with thy shady Wings Vntill these stormes of Woe Cleare-up or over-blow Thee I invoke O thou Most High Thou All-performer from the Skie Thy Angels send Let them defend My Soule from him that would destroy O send thy Mercy downe VVith Truth thy Promise crowne For Salvage Lions girt me round And they whose Malice knowes no bound Their cruell Words More sharp then Swords Their Teeth like Speares and Arrowes wound To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise They subtill snares prepared have And bow'd my Soule even to the Grave With wicked wit Have digg'd a pit From which themselves they could not save But justly fell therein Intrapt by their owne Sin My ravisht Heart flames with desire I to the Musicke of my Lyre Eternall King Thy Praise will sing Awake my Glory Zeale inspire Awake my Harp and Lute Nor in his Praise be mute To thee before the Morning rise My Lips their Calves shall sacrifice Thy Mercy farre The highest Starre Thy Truth transcends the loftie Skies To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise PSALME LVIII As the 46. PErnicious Counsellors Give you Sincere advice to Justice true Or Vertue but in show pursue Your Hearts are still on Mischiefe bent Your Hands impure and violent Nor favour Truth nor Wrong prevent Even from the womb they blindly stray Borne and perverted in one day Lie slander flatter and betray Like Serpents with black poyson swell And charme th'Inchanter ne're so well More deafe then Asps his Charms repell Lord slit their Tongues before they speak Strike out their Teeth which teare the Weak And the young Lions grinders break As Sun-beat Snow so let them thaw And when their weakned Bowes they draw Let their crackt Arrowes flie like straw Let them like Snailes consume away And as untimely Births decay VVhich never saw the cheerful Day Before their pots can feele the brier God in the Whirl-wind of his Ire Shall blast alive and burne with fire Sinne with Revenge at length shall meet The Godly shall rejoyce to see 't And in their blood shall wash their feet Then erring Mortals shall confesse There are Rewards for Righteousnesse And Plagues for such as doe transgresse PSALME LIX As the 34. LORD save me from mine Enemies From those who thus against me rise Like an incensed Floud From those who in Impietie Place their delight and long to die Their hands in guiltlesse bloud Lo for my Soule they lie in wait The Mightie joyne their power and hate VVithout my blame or crime VVithout my crime they weapons take And persecute my Soule Awake My God! assist in time Great God of Hosts of Israel These all-oppressing Tyrants quest Nor be to Mercy won At night their mischiefe they begin Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin And through the Citie run Behold they vomit bitter words Betweene their lips they brandish swords Yet say Can these be knowne But Lord thou shalt their threats deride The empty terrour of their pride And Malice vainly showne Part. 2 I and my strength are in thy Power In Thee I trust my Shield my Tower Thy Mercie Lord how great My Foes subjectest to my will Subdue and scatter but not kill Lest we thy Truth forget O be they in their Pride surpris'd Even for the Lies they have devis'd Their curses and close Arts. Consume them from the Land expell To shew God reignes in Israel To Earths remotest parts Hopelesse let them returne with Night Like grinning Dogs bark but not bite About the City rome Pale meager and halfe famished Like vagabonds howle they for bread VVithout or food or home But I before the Day-star spring Will of thy Power and Mercy sing My Safety in distresse Thou art my Rock my strong Defence My living Verse thy Excellence And Bounty shall expresse PSALME LX. As the 2. CAST off and scattered in thine Ire Lord on our woes with pity look The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook VVhose yawning ruptures Sighs expire O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent And make Her firmely permanent Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed And mad'st us drinke of deadly Wine Yet now thy Ensignes giv'st to Thine Even when beset with trembling dread That we thy Banner may display Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way O heare us who thy Aide implore Lord with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Shechems Spoiles be magnifi'd Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine Ephraim my strength in battell bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph on Palestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now leade our Host against the Foe O then when Dangers most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For loe the helpe of Man is vaine Through Thee we valiantly shall fight Our flying Foes thou shalt tread downe And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crowne PSALME LXI As the 13. MY God thy Servant heare O lend a willing eare In exile my sad heart From Earths remotest part O'rewhelm'd with Miseries To Thee for succour
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
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the VVorld rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every Wind. My feeble knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproch hath seis'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
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
More reall worth a poore wise child adornes Then an old Foolish King who counsell scornes He from a Prison to a Throne ascends This borne a Prince his Life obscurely ends His Subjects after his successor runne As from the setting to the rising Sunne The vulgar are inconstant in their choice Nor in the present Government rejoyce The following as the first to change inclin'd This is a vanitie and griefe of mind Chap. 5 Whether thou goest conceive and to what end When thy bold feet the House of God ascend There rather heare his Life-directing Rules Then offer up the sacrifice of Fooles For sinfull are their gifts who neither know What they to God should give or what they owe. The Ryot of thy tongue let feare restraine Nor with rash Orisons his Eares profane God sits in Heaven with Rayes of Beauty crown'd Thou a poore Mortall creep'st upon the ground Since nothing lies concealed from his view Nor scapes his knowledge let thy words be few As Dreames proceed from multitude of Cares So multitude of words a foole declares Performe thy vowes to God without delay Fooles please not him thy vowes sincerely pay Since they are offerings of the gratefull will Vow not at all or else thy vowes fulfill Let not thy tongue oblige thy flesh to sinne Nor say I err'd by that pretext to winne Thy Angels Pardon Why shouldst thou incense Thy God and draw his wrath on thy offence In multitudes of words and Dreames appeare Like vanities my Sonne Jehova feare Nor let it quench thy Piety when thou Shalt see the poore beneath the mighty bow All Lawes perverted Justice cast aside As if the Vniverse had lost her guide That Power to whom all are subordinate Shall crush them with an unsuspected fate The Mother Earth to all her bosome yields Even Princes are beholding to the fields Who silver Covet and Excesse of Gaine Shall ever want this folly is as vaine As Riches multiply even so doe they VVho feed thereon and on their Plenty prey What profit to the owner can arise But to behold them with his carefull Eyes Sweet is the sleepe which honest toyle begets Whether he liberally or little eates When ever-troublesome Abundance keeps The wealthy waking and affrights his sleeps What Penury than Riches can be worse If by the Owner turn'd into a Curse Or to consuming vice become a spoyle Who Sonnes begets to misery and toyle Naked he issu'd from his Mothers wombe And naked must descend into his Tombe Of all with travell got and kept with feare He nothing to the House of Death shall beare But must returne as Emptie as he came His Entrie and his Exit but the same What bootes it then to Labour for the winde This is a sore affliction to the Minde He feeds his sorrow in continuall Night Repleat with Anguish Fury and Despight This truth have I found out in her pursuite To feed our Bodies to enjoy the fruit Of our enricht endeavours and to give Our selves their comforts whil'st on Earth we live Is good and Pleasurable this alone Is all we have that can be call'd our owne For to have Riches and the Power with all To use them freely is the Principall Of earthly Benefits for God on those He most affects this Happinesse bestowes That man retaines no sence of former Ill 's VVhose Heart the Lord of Life with gladnesse fills Chap. 6 This as a Common Misery have I With sorrow seene beneath the ambient Sky God Riches and Renowne to men imparts Even all they wish and yet their narrow hearts Cannot so great a fluency receive But their fruition to a Stranger leave What falser vanitie or worse disease Could ever on the life of Mortals seaze Though he a hundred Children should beget Though many yeares should make his Age compleat Yet if he to himselfe his owne deny Then want a Grave and violently dye Better were an abortive borne in vaine That in obscuritie departs againe Enveloped with shrouds of endlesse Night Who never saw the Sunne display his Light Nor Good or Evill knew he is more blest And soone descends to his perpetuall Rest Though th' other twenty Ages have surviv'd His Misery is but the longer Liv'd Yet both must to that fatall Mansion goe Where they to none are knowne nor any know All that Man Labours for is but to Eate Yet is his soule not satisfi'd with Meate VVhat therefore hath the wise more then the foole VVhat wants the poore that can his Passions rule Farre better is a cleare and pleas'd aspect Then meagre lookes which vast desires detect Such as can never satisfaction find Yet this is vanitie and griefe of Mind For be he what he will he must be Man A Name repleat with Misery nor can But desperately with such a Power contend On whom himselfe and all the world depend As Riches so our cares and feares increase O discontented Man where is thy peace VVho knowes what 's good for thee in these thy Dayes Of Vanitie A Shadow so decayes Or can informe thy Soule what will befall When thou art lost in greedy Funerall Chap. 7 An honest Name acquir'd by vertuous deeds The fragrant smell of Precious Oyles exceeds Even so the Houre of Death that of our Birth Which Fame secures and Earth restores to Earth Better to be at Funerals a Guest Then entertained at a Nuptiall feast For all must to the shades of Death descend And those that live should thinke of their last End Sorrow then Mirth more to perfection moves For a sad Countenance the Soule improves The wise will therefore ioyne with such as mourne But fooles into the Bowers of Laughter turne A wise mans reprehensions though severe More then the songs of Fooles should please the eare As thornes beneath a Caldron catch the fire Blaze with a noise and suddenly expire Such is the immoderate laughter of vaine fooles This Vanitie in our distemper rules Oppressions purchases the Judgement blind Make wise men mad a Guift corrupts the Mind Beginnings in their Ends their meed obtaine Humility more conquers then Disdaine Nor be thou to distracting Anger prone By her deformities a foole is knowne Nor murmuring say Why are these dayes of ours Worse then the former doth the chiefe of Powers So differently the affaires of mortals sway Such questions but thy Arrogance display Wisedome with Ancient Wealth not got by care Great blessings heape on those who breath this Aire Both are to mortals a protecting shade When bitter stormes or scorching beames invade But if divided he who is possest Of Life-infusing Wisedome is more blest Gods works consider who can rectifie Or make that streight which he hath made awry In thy prosperitie let joy abound Nor let adversitie thy patience wound For these by him so intermixed are That no man should presume nor yet despaire All perturbations all things that have beene I in my dayes of vanitie have seene How their owne justice have the just destroy'd And how 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
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
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
the Silk-worms womb Such as a Conquerer become Great God! So perishall thy Foes Love such as love thee O let those Shine like the Sun when he displaies I' th' Orient his increasing Raies 1 SAMVEL II. As the 29. Psalme GOD hath rais'd my head on high O my Heart inlarge thy joy God hath now my Tongue unti'd To retort their scorne and pride In thy Grace I will rejoyce Praise thee while I have a voyce VVho so holy as our Lord VVho but he to be ador'd VVho such Wonders can effect Who so strongly can protect Be no longer arrogant Nor in Folly proudly vaunt God our secret thoughts displaies All our works his Ballance weighes Giants Bowes his Forces breake He with strength invests the Weake Who were full now serve for bread Those who serv'd infranchised Barren VVombs with Children flow Fruitfull Mothers childlesse grow Part. 2 God fraile Man of life deprives Those who sleepe in Death revives Leads us to our silent Tombes Brings us from those horrid Roomes Riches sends sends Poverty Casteth downe and lifts on high He from the despised Dust From the Dunghill takes the Just To the height of Honour brings Plants them in the Thrones of Kings God Earths mighty Pillars made He the World upon them laid He his Servants feet will guide Wicked Soules who swell with Pride Will in endlesse Darknesse chaine Since all humane strength is vaine He shall grind his Enemies Blast with Lightning from the Skies Judge the habitable Earth All of high and humble birth Shall with strength his King renowne And his Christ with Glory crowne II. SAMUVEL I. As the 39. Psalme THY Beauty Israel is fled Sunke to the Dead How are the Valiant fal'n the Slaine Thy Mountaines staine O let it not in Gath be knowne Nor in the streets of Ascalon Lest that sad Story should excite Their dire delight Lest in the Torrent of our woe Their pleasure flow Lest their triumphant Daughters ring Their Cymbals and curs'd Paeans sing You Hils of Gilboa never may You Offrings pay No Morning Deaw nor fruitfull showers Cloth you with Flowers Saul and his Armes there made a Spoile As if untoucht with sacred Oyle The Bow of noble Jonathan Great Battailes wan His Arrows on the Mighty fed With Slaughter red Saul never rais'd his Arme in vaine His Sword still glutted with the Slaine How lovely O how pleasant when They liv'd with Men Then Eagles swifter stronger farre Then Lions are Whom love in life so strongly ty'd The stroke of Death could not divide Sad Israels Daughters weepe for Saul Lament his fall Who fed you with the Earths increase And crown'd with Peace With Robes of Tyrian Purple deckt And Gems which sparkling light reflect How are thy Worthies by the Sword Of Warre devour'd O Jonathan the better part Of my torne Heart The salvage Rocks have drunke thy bloud My Brother O how kind how good Thy love was great O never more To Man Man bore No Woman when most passionate Lov'd at that rate How are the Mighty fal'n in fight They and their Glory set in Night II. SAMVEL VII As the 4. Psalme MY Lord my God O who am I Or what is my poore Family That thou should'st crowne With Power renowne And raise my Throne on high As this were little in my place Hast promis'd to confirme my Race Doe men O Lord To men afford Such such transcendent Grace Not to be hop'd for nor desir'd Not to be utter'd but admir'd My Thoughts to me Then they to thee Lesse knowne when most retir'd These great things did'st Thou to fulfill Thy Word and never-changing Will Into my Sight This knowing Light Thy Wisdomes Beames distill In Goodnesse as in Power compleat No God but thee O who so great All this of old Our Fathers told And often did repeat What Nation breaths who can or dare With thee O Israel compare For whom alone God left his Throne As his peculiar Care To amplifie his Name to doe Such great such fearefull things for you Such Wonders wrought From Aegypt brought From men from gods withdrew Establisht by divine Decree That thou might'st be our God and we For evermore Thy Name adore As consecrate to Thee Part. 2 Now Lord effect what thou hast said The Promise to thy Servant made Confirme by Deed What to his Seed Thy Word long since displaid Great God O be thou magnifi'd VVhose Hands the strife of VVarre decide Let Davids Race Before thy Face For ever fixt abide Thou saidst who Israel dost protect I will my Servants House erect My Thoughts indu'd With gratitude These Prayers to Thee direct Thou Lord in Goodnesse infinite VVhose VVord and Truth like Twins unite Thy Promise hath Confirm'd my Faith And fill'd me with delight Be then my House for ever blest Of thy deare Presence still possest Thus hast thou said This Promise made O with thy Grace invest ESAY V. As the 9. Psalme NOw I to my Beloved will A Song of my Beloved sing He hath a Vineyard on a Hill VVhich all the Yeare enjoy'd the Spring This he inclosed with a Mound Pickt up the Stones which scatter'd lay VVith generous Vines plants the rich Ground Dig'd pruin'd and weeded every day To presse the Clusters made a Frame Plac'd in a new erected Tower But when th' expected Vintage came For good the Grapes prov'd wild and sowre You who on Judah's Hils reside VVho Citizens of Salem be Doe you the Controverse decide Betweene my Vineyard judge and me Though partiall Judge Could I have more To my ungratefull Vineyard done Yet such unpleasant Clusters bore Vnworthy of the soyle or Sunne Then know This Vineyard late my Joy Manured with such diligence Wild Bores and Foxes shall destroy When I have trampled downe her Fence Then shall she unregarded lye Vndig'd unpruin'd with Brambles spread No gentle Clouds shall on her dry And thirsty Wombe their moisture shed That ancient House of Israel The great Jehovahs Vineyard is They who on Judah's Mountaines dwell Those choice and pleasant Plants of his From whom he Justice did expect But Rapine and Oppression found Thought they sweet Concord would affect When all with Strife and Cryes abound ESAY XXVI As the 2. Psalme OVR Sion strongly is secur'd Which God himselfe hath fortifi'd High Bulwarks rais'd on every side And with immortall Walls immur'd Her Gates at their approach display Who Justice love and Truth obey Who fix on him their confidence He will in constant Peace preserve O then with Faith Jehovah serve Your strong and ever sure Defence VVho hurles the Mighty from their Thrones And Cities turnes to Heaps of stones Their Structures levels with the Floore VVhich Sepulchres of Dust inclose Trod underneath the Feet of those That were of late Despis'd and Poore Straight is the VVay the Righteous tread By Thee at once inform'd and led For we thy Judgements Lord expect And onely on thy Grace relye To thy great Name and Memory Th' Affections of our Soules erect My
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