all the Earth shall sway VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the world divulge thy Fame PSALME XLVI CANT BASS GOd is our Refuge our strong Tower Securing by his mightie Power VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure Thus arm'd no feares shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shooke her Hills into to the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies And Mountaines shake with horrid noise Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring Which gladnesse to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternall King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her faire Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes which our ruine sought He makes destructive Warre surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universall Peace He breaks their Bowes unarmes their Quivers The bloody Speare in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbeare and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALME XLVII CANT BASS LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise VVho From above Dire Lightning flings The King of Kings Of all that move VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne A faire Possession chose For us that are his Owne The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends VVith Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalmes For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reignes Sits on his holy Throne All whom the Earth sustaines Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALME XLVIII As the 8. THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the Citie of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beautie and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The Citie of the Mightie King God dwels within her loftie Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruine sought Who armed Troupes before her brought Part. 2 At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such feare such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throwes At thy command blacke Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores VVe what we heard our Fathers tell Have seene who in this Citie dwell The Citie of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd O Sion Judah's Diadem You Daughters of Jerusalem Unite your Joyes and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seene Goe walke the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her faire Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remaine And us unto our Last sustaine PSALME XLIX As the 1. ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth Both Rich and Poore of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart I unto light darke Parables will bring And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I feare When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws neare O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streames conceale Or Hils inclose can banisht Life repeale That he might live unto Eternity Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye They see the Wise and Fooles to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their Name Part 2 But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vaine course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soule redeeme and to his Joyes preferre Despaire not when a man growes Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their owne Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light Man high in honour whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALME L. As the 1. THE God of Gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People heare Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed I know all Fowle which Hils or Valleys yield And number all the Cattell of the Field Part. 2 Will I if hungry unto Thee complaine When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou thinke That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soule from Death and thou my Name shalt praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explaine My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou
Voice Let all rejoyce With Joy divine The sprightly Trumpet sound The shrill-voic'd Cornet bring Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King Rore out you Seas You spangled Skies All you comprise Rejoyce with these Flouds clap your thronging waves You Hils exalt your mirth He who his People saves Now comes to judge the Earth The round World shall VVith Justice trie His Equitie Dispenst to all PSALME XCIX As the 29. LEt our Foes with terrour quake Let the Earths Foundation shake Now the Lord his Raigne begins Thron'd betweene the Cherubins O how great in Sions Towers High above all Mortall Powers Great and terrible his Name Since so holy praise the same Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equitie directs These celestiall Twins imbrace These reflect on Jacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stoole fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Praiers preferr'd These by him as soone were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almightie spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions heare Mercifull and yet severe The Holy on his holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALME C. As the 47. All from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestiall Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals presse In your divine resorts VVith Thanks his Power professe And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His promise past For ever sure PSALME CI. As the 46. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdome shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Vertue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peacefull Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithfull shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Vertue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the VVicked in the Land VVill cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand PSALME CII As the 22. ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Affliction stop thine Eare Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appeare The Sighings of my Spirit heare And when I call with speed reply As Smoke so fleets my Soule away My marrow dry'd as Harths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eate The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not lesse desolate Like Screech-Owles who with ominous straines Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complaines Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruine sweare For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a teare For Lord O who thy Wrath can beare Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Daies short as the Evening shade As Morning Dew consume away As Grasse cut downe with Sithes I fade Or like a flower cropt yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time drawes neare And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings reare VVhose ruins to thy Saints are deare For they her Dust as sacred prise Part. 2 Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to heare the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternall Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rfull Hand shall feare the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To heare the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name againe in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my yeares Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in teares Time wasts not thee which all out-weares Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes passe away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remaine You blessed Soules who God adore VVith Patient Hope your harmes sustaine For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALME CIII As the 8. MY Soule and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soule O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the VVound which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd VVith Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his VVrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemencie To all who on his Grace relie Part. 2 As farre as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So farre he sets from his Aspect Their Cuilt who him with feare affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knowes the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Originall Man flourisheth like Grasse a Flower That blowes and withers in an houre By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflowr'd and leaves no print behind But his firme Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equall Lawes fulfill Remember and performe his VVill. In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed VVho him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All
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
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
cries To that High Rock O leade So farre above my head That wert and art my Tower Against oppressing Power For to thy sacred Court I ever shall resort Secure beneath thy wings From all their menacings Even Thou my suit hast sign'd A King by Thee design'd To governe such as will Thy holy Law fulfill Whom Thou long life wilt give He Ages shall out-live His Throne shall stand before Thy Face for evermore Thy Mercy Lord extend Him for thy Truth defend Then I in chearfull Layes Will celebrate thy praise And to Thee every day My Vowes devoutly pay PSALME LXII As the 15. LORD thou art the only Scope Of my never-fainting Hope My Salvation my Defence Refuge of my Innocence Thou the Rock I build upon Not by man to be o'rethrown How long will you machinate Persecute with causlesse hate You shall like a tott'ring wall Like a batter'd Bulwark fall All conspire to cast me downe From my browes to teare my Crowne Full of fraud they blesse in show When their Thoughts with curses flow Yet my Soule on God attends All my Hope on him depends He the Rock I built upon Not by man to be o'rethrown He my Glory he my Tower Guards me by his saving Power You who are sincere and just In the Lord for ever trust Powre your Hearts before his Throne His who can protect alone All that are of high Descent To the Poore and Indigent Nothing are but Vanitie Nothing but deceive and lye Balanc'd altogether they Lighter then a Vapour weigh In Oppression trust thou not Nor in Wealth by Rapine got If thy Riches multiply See thou prize them not too high God said once twice have I heard Power is his by Him conferr'd His is Mercy He rewards And as we deserve regards PSALME LXIII As the 34. TO Thee O God my God I pray Before the dawning of the Day My Soule and wasting flesh VVith thirsty Ardor Thee desire In Soiles scorcht with aethereall Fire VVhose drought no showres refresh That in thy Sanctuary I May see thy Power and Majesty Once more with ravisht eyes My lips shall celebrate thy Praise Thy Goodnesse more then length of daies Or life it selfe I prise Extoll'd while I have utterance To Thee will I my Palmes advance That wilt with marrow feast My Verse thy Wonders shall recite Remembred in the silent Night As on my Bed I rest Secur'd beneath thy shady Wing I will in sacred Raptures sing And to thy Promise cleave Thy Hand upholds but who with hate My Soule seeke to precipitate Hels entrails shall receive The raging Sword shall shed their blood A prey for Wolves for Foxes food Yet God his King shall blesse And such as sweare by his great Name But those whose Tongues the Just defame Confusion shall suppresse PSALME LXIV As the 10. THou great Protector heare my Cry Save from my dreadfull Enemy O vindicate From their close hate VVho for my Soule in ambush lie From their blind Rage protect VVho Truth and Thee reject Who whet their Tongues more sharp then Swords Their Arrowes draw even bitter words To wound th'Vpright VVith fierce delight VVhen Time to their desire accords Then on a sudden shoot Nor feare divine pursuit Confirm'd in skilfull Malice they Conspire their Nets in secret lay And say VVhat eye Can this descry First counsell take and then betray On mischiefe set their hearts Pursu'd by wicked Arts. But God shall let his Arrowes flie Wound in the twinckling of an Eye Each deadly stung By his owne Tongue Shall with that fatall Poyson die Who this behold or heare Shall tremble with cold feare Men shall their Eyes with wonder raise Rehearse his Deeds and sing his Praise Eternitie Shall crowne their Joy Who walke in his prescribed wayes He to the Pure of Heart His Glorie shall impart PSALME LXV As the 8. DUe Honours Lord on Thee attend Where Sions sacred Towers ascend There thy devoted Israelites Shall pay their Vowes with solemne Rites To Thee shall all Man-kinde repaire Since thou vouchsaf'st to heare our Prayer Our Sinnes thy Mercies expiate When burthen'd with their loathed waight Thrice happy he of whom thou mak'st Thy Choice and to thy service tak'st That may within thy Courts reside There with thy Goodnesse satisfi'd And taste of that sincere Delight VVhich never cloyes the Appetite From thee O God our Safetie springs Thy Judgement threatens dreadfull things Their Hope whom Soiles remote sustaine VVho flote upon the toiling Maine Great is thy Power propt by thy Hand Cloud-touching Mountaines stedfast stand Thou with thy Scepter dost appease The roaring of the high-wrought Seas And the tumultuarie jarres Of People breathing Blood and VVarres Part. 2 Who dwell upon the Earth's Confines They tremble at thy fearefull Signes VVhere first the Sun his beame displaies And where he sets his golden Raies They triumph in the fruits of Peace Inriched by the Earth's increase He Raine upon her Bosome powres His swelling Clouds abound with Showres And so prepares the lusty Soile To recompense the Reapers toile Mellowes the Glebe with fatning juyce VVhose furrowes hopefull blades produce With Plenty crownes the smiling Yeares Shed from the influence of the Spheares The Desert with sweet Claver fils And richly shades the joyfull Hils Flocks cover all the higher Plaine The rancker Valleyes cloth'd with Graine These in Abundance solacing VVithout a tongue thy Praises sing PSALME LXVI As the 29. HAppy Sons of Israel Who in pleasant Canaan dwell Fill the Aire with shouts of Joy Shouts redoubled from the Skie Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Trophees to his Glory raise Say How wonderfull thy Deeds Lord thy Power all power exceeds Conquest on thy Sword doth sit Trembling Foes through feare submit Let the many-peopled Earth All of high and humble birth Worship our eternall King Hymnes unto his honour sing Come and see what God hath wrought Terrible to humane thought He the Billowes did divide Wall'd with waves on either side While we passed safe and dry Then our Soules were rapt with joy Endlesse his Dominion All beholding from his Throne Let not those who hate us most Let not the Rebellious boast Blesse the Lord his Praise be sung While an eare can heare a tongue He our feet establisheth Part. 2 He our Souls redeem's from Death Lord as Silver purifi'd Thou hast with Affliction tri'd Thou hast driv'n into the net Burthens on our shoulders set Trod on by their Horses hooves Theirs whom Pity never moves VVe through fire with flames imbrac'd We through raging flouds have pass'd Yet by Thy conducting hand Brought into a wealthy Land I will to thy House repaire Worship and thy Power declare Offerings on thy Altar lay All my vowes devoutly pay Vtter'd with my heart and tongue VVhen opprest with powerfull Wrong Fatlings I will sacrifice Incense in perfumes shall rise Bullocks shaggy Goats and Rams Offer'd up in sacred flames You who great Jehovah feare Come O come you blest and heare VVhat for me the Lord hath
wrought Then when neere to ruine brought Fervently to Him I cry'd This Goodnesse magnifi'd If I Vices should affect VVould not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard VVhich my tongue with teares preferr'd Sourse of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALME LXVII As the 47. LORD showre on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extoll thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourne in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With feare adore PSALME LXVIII As the 8. LET God the God of Battaile rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoke which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyfull Songs his Praise resound VVho riding on the rowling Spheares The Name of great Jehovah beares Before his Face your joyes expresse A Father to the fatherlesse He wipes the teares from Widowes eyes The single plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound VVhile Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march't through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shooke With his majesticke Presence strooke VVhen Israels God in Clouds came downe Part. 2 High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crowne He in th'approach of meager Dearth VVith showres refresht the fainting Earth VVhere his owne Flocke in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels ring He Kings with their vast Armies foiles While women share their wealthy spoiles You who among the Pots have laine In Soot and Smoke shall shine againe Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove VVhose wings with golden Splendor move VVhen he the Kings had overthrowne Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountaine Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends VVhy boast you so ye meaner Hils God with his Glory Sion fils This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence Part. 3 His Chariots twenty thousand were VVhich Myriads of Angels beare He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Selfe hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivitie Deckt with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestowes Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods VVho his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Jacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring againe And through the bottome of the Maine That Dogs may lap their enemies bloud And they wade through a crimson Floud Part. 4 We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers marcht before VVho instruments of Musicke bore In order followed every Maid Vpon her pleasant Timbrell plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountaine spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Judah from his Mountaine-throne The farre removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Jordan where his streame dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Jerusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Part. 5 Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Buls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea VVhich beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdomes through the VVorld renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides VVhose voyce the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throwes A trembling horror on his Foes VVhile us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALME LXIX As the 22. LORD snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deepe Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yeelding mud There where no bottome can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight failes my long-expecting Eyes My Haires are not in number more Then my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never tooke restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithfull blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor ô let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a generall scorne Deserted by my neare Allies By children of my Mother borne Through zeale unto thy Honour worne While thy reproch upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my lookes exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Part 2 Yet shall my Praiers and Sighes ascend Even in an acceptable houre Thy Mercie gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almightie Power Let not the swallowing mud devoure Preserve from such a shamefull end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keepe Let not the Billowes overflow Nor Whirle-pits sucke into their Deepe O pitie Thou the Eies that weepe And thy Transcendent Mercie show Heare and redeeme without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soule in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc't VVas ever Sorrow halfe so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Griefe no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eate And Vineger to quench my Thirst O be their board a snare to those Prosperitie it selfe a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkenesse close And let them fall by their owne weight Powre on them thy Eternall hate VVith vengeance multiply their woes Part 3 In Ruines let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Soules with slander wound Let their iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercie joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Dayes Though poore to misery begot Yet Thoushalt my dejection raise Then
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
Prisoners chaines To the blind restores his sight Reares who fall by wicked might Righteousnesse his Soule affects Friendlesse Strangers he protects Widdowes and the Fatherlesse Those confounds who these oppresse Zion God thy God shall raigne While the Poles their Orbs sustaine Halelu-jah PSALME CXLVII As the CXI IEhovah praise with one consent How comely sweet how excellent To sing our great Creators praise Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise Collecting scattered Israel That they in their owne Townes may dwell He cures the sorrowes of our minds Our wounds imbalmes and softly binds He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames And calls them by their severall Names Great is our God and great in might His knowledge O most infinite The Humble unto Thrones erects The Insolent to Earth dejects Present your thanks to our great King On solemne Harps his Praises sing Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides And timely Raine for Earth provides With grasse he cloths the pregnant Hils And hungry beasts with Herbage fils He feeds the Ravens croaking brood Left by the Old that cry for food Part. 2 He cares not for the strength of Horse Nor mans strong limbs and matchlesse force But those affects who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith O Solyma Jehovah praise To God thy Voice O Sion raise Who hath thy City fortify'd Thy streets with Citizens supply'd Firme peace in all thy borders set And fed thee with the flowre of Wheat He sends forth his Commands which flie More swift then Lightning through the Skie The Snow-like VVooll on Mountains spreads And hoary Frosts like Ashes sheds While solid Flouds their course refraine VVhat Mortall can his cold sustain At this Command by Wind and Sun Dissolv'd th'unfetter'd Rivers run His Lawes to Jacob he hath showne His Judgements are to Israel knowne Not so with other Nations deales From whom his Statutes he conceales PSALME CXLVIII As the 29. Halelu-jah YOu who dwell above the Skies Free from humane miseries You whom highest Heaven imbowres Praise the Lord with all your powers Angels your cleare Voices raise Him you Heavenly Armies praise Sun and Moone with borrow'd light All you sparkling Eyes of Night Waters hanging in the aire Heaven of Heavens his Praise declare His deserved Praise record His who made you by his Word Made you evermore to last Set you bounds not to be past Let the Earth his Praise resound Monstrous Whales and Seas profound Vapors Lightning Haile and Snow Stormes which when he bids them blow Flowry Hils and Mountains high Cedars neighbours to the Skie Trees that fruit in season yield All the Cattell of the Field Salvage beasts all creeping things All that cut the Aire with wings You who awfull Scepters sway You inured to obey Princes Judges of the Earth All of high and humble birth Youths and Virgins flourishing In the beauty of your spring You who bow with Ages weight You who were but borne of late Praise his Name with one consent O how great how excellent Then the Earth profounder farre Higher then the highest Starre He will his to honour raise You his Saints resound his Praise You who are of Jacobs Race And united to his Grace Halelu-jah PSALME CXLIX As the 29. TO the God whom we adore Sing a Song unsung before His immortall Praise reherse Where his Holy Saints converse Israel O thou his Choice In thy Makers Praise rejoyce Zions Sons rejoyce and sing To the Honour of your King In the Dance his Praise resound Strike the Harp let Timbrels sound God in Goodnesse infinite In his People takes delight God with safety will adorne Those whom men afflict with scorne Let his Saints in glory joy Sing as in their Beds they lie Highly praise the living Lord Arm'd with their two-edged Sword All the Heathen to confound And the Nations bordering round Binding all their Kings with cords Fettring their captived Lords That they in divine pursuit May his judgements execute As 't is writ such Honour shall Unto all his Saints befall Halelu-jah PSALME CL. As the 29. Halelu-jah PRaise the Lord inthron'd on high Praise him in his Sanctitie Praise him for his mighty Deeds Praise him who in Power exceeds Praise with Trumpets pierce the Skies Praise with Harps and Psalteries Praise with Timbrels Organs Flutes Praise with Violins and Lutes Praise with silver Cymbals sing Praise on those which loudly ring Angels all of humane birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Halelu-jah A PARAPHRASE VPON ECCLESIASTES Chap. 1 THis Sermon the much-knowing Preacher made King Davids Sonne who Judah's Scepter swai'd O restlesse vanitie of Vanities All is but vanitie the Preacher cries What profit have we by our Labors won Of all beneath the Circuit of the Sun The Earth is fix't we fleeting as one Age Departs another enters on the Stage The setting Sunne resignes his Throne to Night Then hastens to restore the morning Light The Winde flyes to the South shifts to the North And wheeles about to where it first brake forth All Rivers run into th' insatiate Maine From thence to their old Fountaines creepe againe Incessantly all toyle The searching Minde The Eye and Eare no satisfaction finde What is hath beene what hath beene shall ensue And nothing underneath the Sun is new Of what can it be truely said Behold This never was The same hath beene of old For former Ages we remember not And what is now will be in time forgot Lo I the Preacher King of Israel Who in abilitie and power excell In wisedomes search apply'd my Industrie To know what ever was beneath the skie For God this toile on Mans ambition layes To travell in so intricate a Maze I all their workes have seene all are but vaine Conceiv'd with sorrow and brought forth with paine The crooked never can be rectifi'd Nor the defective numbred or supply'd Thus in my Heart I said Thou art arriv'd At Honors hight more wisedome hast achev'd Then all that liv'd in Solyma before Thy Knowledge Judgement and Experience more As wisedome so I folly did pursue And madnesse try'de these were vexations too Much wisedome great anxieties infest And griefe of Minde by Knowledge is increast Chap. 2 I said in my owne Heart Goe on and prove What Mirth can do tast the delights of Love In Pleasures change thy carelesse Houres imploy This also was a false and emptie Joy Avaunt said I O Laughter thou art mad Vaine Mirth what canst thou to contentment adde Then sought the cares of Study to decline With liberall feasts and flowing Bowles of Wine With all my wisedome exercis'd to try If she at length with folly could comply And to discover that Beatitude VVhich Mortals all their lives so much pursu'd Great workes I finish'd sumptuous Houses built My Cedar roofes with Gold of Ophir guilt Choice Vineyards planted Paradises made Stor'd with all sorts of fruits with Trees of shade And water'd with coole Rivolets tha dril'd Along the Borders these my Fish-pooles fil'd For service and Delight I
Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides
A PARAPHRASE VPON THE DIVINE POEMS BY GEORGE SANDYS LONDON At the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard M.DC.XXXVIII TO THE BEST OF MEN AND MOST EXCELLENT OF PRINCES CHARLES BY THE GRACE OF GOD KING OF GREAT-BRITAINE FRANCE AND IRELAND LORD OF THE FOVRE SEAS OF VIRGINIA THE VAST TERRITORIES ADIOYNING AND DISPERSED ISLANDS OF THE VVESTERNE OCEAN THE ZEALOVS DEFENDOR OF THE CHRISTIAN FAITH GEORGE SANDYS THE HVMBLEST OF HIS SERVANTS PRESENTS AND CONSECRATES THESE HIS PARAPHRASES VPON THE DIVINE POEMS TO RECEIVE THEIR LIFE AND ESTIMATION FROM HIS FAVOVR THe Muse who from your Influence tooke her Birth First wandred through the many-peopled Earth Next sung the Change of Things disclos'd th' Vnknown Then to a nobler Shape transform'd her Owne Fetch'd from Engaddi Spice from Iury Balme And bound her browes with Idumaean Palme Now Old hath her last Voyage made and brought To Royall Harbor this her Sacred Fraught VVho to her King bequeathes the VVealth of Kings And dying her owne Epicedium sings To the Queene A Night-peece most affects the Eye Sad VVords and Notes charme powerfully The pleasing Sorrow they impart Slides sweetly to the melting Heart Since no sincere Delight we tast Our best of Daies with clouds ore-cast VVise Nature giddy Mirth disdaines And tunes our Soules to Mournefull Straines As Aethiop's who faire colours lack Place Beauty in the deepest Black And we are counsell'd to be Guests Rather at Death's then Hymen's Feasts This was that well-limn'd Face of VVoe VVhere of we but a Coppy show To you addrest whose chearefull Ray Can turne the saddest Night to Day Not to infect or make it lesse But to set-off your Happinesse Nor are wee all of Black compos'd Our setting Sun serenely clos'd And as in Iob all Stormes dispell'd His Evening farre his Morne excell'd So Iuda in her wandring Race At length shall rise to greater Grace Our Vowes ascend that you may tast Of these the onely First and Last And wheresoe're the Subject's Best the Sense Is better'd by the Speakers Eloquence But Sir to you I will no Trophie raise From other Mens detraction or dispraise That Iewell never had inherent worth Which ask't such Foyles as these to set it forth If any quarrell your Attempt or Stile Forgive them their owne Folly they revile Since ' gainst Themselves their factious Envie shall Confesse this Worke of Yours Canonicall Nor may you feare the Poets common Lot Read and Commended and then quite forgot The Brazen Mines and Marble Rockes shall waste When your Foundation will unshaken last 'T is Fames best pay that You your Labours see By their Immortall Subject crowned bee For nere was Author in Oblivion hid Who Firm'd his Name on such a Pyramid Henry King To my very much honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys upon his Paraphrase on the Poeticall Parts of the Bible THese pure immortall Streames these holy Streynes To flow in which th' Eternall Wisedome deignes Had first their sacred Spring in Iuda's Plaines Borne in the East their Soule of heavenly Race They still preserve a more then Mortall Grace Though through the Mortall Pens of Men they passe For purest Organs ever were design'd To this high Worke the most Etheriall Mind Was touch't and did these holy Raptures finde You Sir who all these severall Springs have knowne And have so large a Fountaine of your owne Seeme Borne and Bred for what you now have done Plac'd by just Thoughts above all worldly Care Such as for Heaven it selfe a Roome prepare Such as alreadie more then Earthly are Next you have knowne besides all Arts their Spring The happie East and ftom Iudea bring Part of that Power with which her Ayres you Sing Lastly what is above all Reach of Praise Above Reward of any fading Bayes No Muse like Yours did ever Language raise Devotion Knowledge Numbers from your Pen Mixtly and sweetly flow whilst listning Men Suspend their Cares inamour'd of your Theme They calme their Thoughts and in their Bosoms own Better Desires to them perhaps unknowne Till by your Musicke to themselves brought Home Musicke the universall Language sweyes In everie Minde the World this Power obeyes And Natures Selfe is charm'd by well-tun'd Layes All disproportion'd harsh disorder'd Cares Vnequall Thoughts vaine Hopes and low Despaires Fly the soft Breath of these harmonious Ayres Here is that Harp whose Charms uncharm'd the brest Of troubled Saul and that unquiet Guest With which his Passions travel'd disposses'd Iob moves Amazement David moves our Teares His Royall Sonne a sad Apparell weares Of Language and perswades to Pious Feares The Passions of the First rise great and high But Salomon a lesse concerned Eye Casting on all the world flowes equally Not in that ardent course as where He woes The Sacred Spouse and her chast Love pursues With brighter flames and with a higher Muse This Work had beene proportion'd to our Sight Had you but knowne with some allay to Write And not preserv'd your Authors Strength and Light But you so crush those Odors so dispense Those rich perfumes you make them too intense And such alas as too much please our Sense We fitter are for sorrows then such Love Iosiah falls and by his fall doth move Teares from the people Mourning from above Iudah in her Iosiah's Death doth dye All Springs of griefe are opened to supply Streames to the torrent of this Elegy Others breake forth in everlasting Praise Having their wish and wishing they might raise Some monument of Thanks to after-Dayes These are the Pictures which your happy Art Gives us and which so well you doe impart As if these passions sprung in your owne Heart Others translate but you the Beames collect Of your inspired Authors and reflect Those heavenly Rai's with new and strong effect Yet humane Language only can restore What humane Language had impair'd before And when that once is done can give no more Sir I forbeare to adde to what is said Least to your burnisht Gold I bring my Lead And with what is Immortall mixe the Dead Sidney Godolphin To my worthy friend Mr. George Sandys I presse not to the Quire nor dare I greet The holy Place with my unhallow'd feet My unwasht Muse pollutes not things Divine Nor mingles her prophaner notes with thine Here humbly at the Porch she listning stayes And with glad eares sucks in thy Sacred Layes So devout Penitents of old were wont Some without doore and some beneath the Font To stand and heare the Churches Liturgies Yet not assist the solemne Exercise Sufficeth her that she a Lay-place gaine To trim thy Vestments or but beare thy traine Though nor in Tune nor Wing She reach thy Larke Her Lyricke feet may dance before the Arke Who knowes but that Her wandring eyes that run Now hunting Glow-wormes may adore the Sun A pure Flame may shot by Almighty Power Into my brest the earthy flame devoure My Eyes in Penitentiall dew may steepe That bryne which they for sensuall love did weepe
of his God complaines Come buckle on thy Armor let us end This controverse since thou wilt needs contend Tell if thou canst where wert thou when I made The food-full Earth and her foundation laid Who those exact dimensions did designe Who on her superficies stretch'd his Line Or fixt as Centre to the world upon What Basis built who laid the Corner Stone Where wert thou when the Stars my prayses sung When Heaven with shouts of joyfull Angels rung Or who shut up the seas with Dores when they As from the tortur'd womb inforc'd their way By me invested with a veile of Clouds And swadled as new-borne in sable shrouds For these a receptacle I design'd And with inviolable Barres confind Then said thus farre your Empire shall extend Nor shall your prouder waves these bounds transcend Hast thou appointed where the Moone should rise And with her purple light adorne the skies Scor'd out the bounded Suns obliquer wayes That he on all might spread his equall rayes And by the cleare extension of his Light Chase from the Earth the impious Sonnes of Night Whose Beames the various formes of things display Like multitudes of Figures wrought in Clay By which the Beautie of the Earth appeares The divers-colour'd Mantle which she weares Conceal'd offendors by their lustre found Attached and in Deaths darke prison bound Say hast thou div'd into the Deep 's below And trod those bottome sands where fountaines flow Or boldly broken-up the Seales of Hell And seene the Shadowes which in Darknesse dwell Tell if thou canst how farre the Earth extends Hast thou discover'd her remotest ends Beheld the Chambers of the springing Light Or travel'd through the Regions of the Night To their abodes canst thou reveale the way And their alternate rule to men display Wer 't thou then borne hast thou these secrets knowne Through length of time art thou so aged growne Hast thou survay'd the Magazines of Snow Seene where the melting drops to haile-stones grow With these I punish these the weapons are By me prepar'd against the Day of warre Why breakes the Lightning from the troubled skies While Easterne winds in horrid Tempests rise Who Deluges from Heaven in Torrents powres Or gives a passage to the roaring Showres That they on Deserts un-inhabited By Mortals may their fruitfull moysture shed Hence vegetives receive their fragrant birth And cloth the naked Bosome of the Earth What hath the Raine a Father tell me who Begot the shining Drops of Morning Dew Whose wombe produc'd the glassie Ice who bred The hoary frosts that fall on winters head The waters then in Christall are conceal'd And the smooth visage of the Sea congeal'd Canst thou the pleasant influence restraine Of Pleiades which bathes the Spring with raine Or boisterous Orions chaines unbind VVho drawes along the bitter Easterne wind In Summer scorching Mazaroth display Or teach Arcturus and his Sonnes their way Canst thou the Motions of the Heavens direct Or make their vertue on the Earth reflect Will the condensed Clouds at thy command Descend in Shoures upon the thirsty Land Or in their roaring strife asunder part And at thy Foes their fearefull Lightning dart VVith wisedome who renownes the Nobler parts VVho understanding gives to humane Hearts Whose wisedome cleares the Saphirs of the skies Or who the swelling Clouds in Bladders ties To mollifie the stubborne clods with raine And scattered Dust incorporate againe Chap. 39 Wilt thou for the old Lyon hunt or fill His hungry whelps and for the killer kill When couch'd in dreadfull Dens when closely they Lurke in the Covert to surprise their prey VVho feeds the Ravens when their young-ones cry To God for food and through the Deserts flye Know'st thou when Salvage goates doe teeme among The craggy rocks when Hinds produce their young Can'st thou their Recknings keepe the time compute VVhen their swolne Bellies shall inlarge their fruit VVithout a Midwife these their Throwes sustaine And bowing bring their Issue forth with paine They at full udders sucke grow strong with corne Depart and never to their Dams returne VVho sent forth the wild Asse to live at large VVhom neither Haltar binds nor Burthens charge Inhabiting the barren VVildernesse And rocky Caves remov'd from mans accesse He from the many-peopl'd Citie flyes Contemnes their labors and the Drivers cryes The Mountaines are his walkes who wandring feeds On slowly-springing hearbs and ranker weeds VVill the fierce Vnicorne thy voyce obey Stand at the Crib and feed upon the hay Or to the servile yoake his freedome yeild Plough-up the Glebe and harrow the rough field Wilt thou upon his ready strength relye VVill he sustaine thee with his Industry Bring home thy Harvest to thy will submit Put of his fiercenesse and receive the Bit The Peacock not at thy Command assumes His glorious traine Nor Estrige her rare plumes She drops her Egges upon the naked Land And wraps them in a bed of hatching Sand Exposed to the wandering Traveller And Feet of Beasts which those wild Deserts reare Shee as a Step-mother betrayes her owne Left without care and presently unknowne By God depriv'd of that Intelligence VVhich Nature gives of all most voide of Sense Her feet the nimble Rider leave behind And when shee spreads her sayles out-strip the wind Hast thou with Strength indu'd the generous Horse His necke with Thunder arm'd his breast with Force Him canst thou as a Grashopper affright Who from his Nostrils throwes a dreadfull light Exults in his owne courage proudly bounds With trampling hoofes the sounding Centre wounds Breakes through the ordred Rancks with eyes that burne Nor from the Battle-Axe or Sword will turne The ratling Quiver nor the glittering Speare Or dazling Shield can daunt his heart with feare Through rage and fiercenesse he devoures the ground Nor in his fury heares the Trumpet sound Farre of the Battaile smels like Thunder neighes Loud shouts and dying groanes his courage raise Do's the wild Haggard towre into the skie And to the South by thy direction flye Or Eagle in her gyres the Clouds imbrace And on the highest cliffe her Aëry place Shee dwels among the Rocks on every side With broken Mountaines strongly fortifi'd From thence what ever can be seene survayes And stooping on the slanghtred Quarry preys From wounds her Eglets suck the reaking blood And all-devasting Warre provides her food Since such my power wilt thou with me contend Instruct thy Maker and thy fault defend Now answer thou that darst thy God up-braid Then humbled Iob transfixt with sorrow said Can one so vile to such a truth reply Too long my griefe hath rav'd no more will I Pursue a folly and my Sinne extend But curbe my tongue so ready to offend Once more Jehova from that radiant Throne Chap. 40 Of Clouds thus spake O Iob thy armes put on If thou hast will or courage left prepare T' encounter me in this Gigantick warre Wilt thou my Judgements disanull defame My equall Rule to cleare thy selfe of
in Tranquilitie his old-Age spent Then full of Dayes and deathlesse Honour gave His Soule to God his Body to the Grave A PARAPHRASE VPON THE PSALMES OF DAVID By G. S. Set to new Tunes for private Devotion And a thorow Base for Voice or Instrument BY HENRY LAWES Gentleman of His Majesties Chappell Royall To the King OVR graver Muse from her long Dreame awakes Peneian Groves and Cirrha's Caves forsakes Inspir'd vvith Zeale she climbes th' Aethereall Hils Of Solyma where bleeding Balme distils VVhere Trees of Life unfading Youth assure And Living VVaters all Diseases cure VVhere the Svveet Singer in coelestiall Laies Sung to his solemne Harp Iehovah's Praise From that falne Temple on her vvings she beares Those Heavenly Raptures to your sacred Eares Not that her bare and humble Feet aspire To mount the Threshold of th'harmonious Quire But that at once she might Oblations bring To God and Tribute to a god-like King And since no narrovv Verse such Mysteries Deepe Sense and high Expressions could comprise Her labouring VVings a larger compasse flie And Poesie resolves vvith Poesie Lest she vvho in the Orient clearly rose Should in your Western World obscurely close To the Queene O You vvho like a fruitfull Vine To this our Royall Cedar joyne Since it vvere impious to divide In such a Present Hearts so ty'd Vrania your chast eares invites To these her more sublime Delights Then with your zealous Lover daigne To enter Davids numerous Fane Pure Thoughts his Sacrifices are Sabaean Incense fervent Prayer This holy Fire fell from the Skies The holy VVater from his eyes O should You with your Voice infuse Perfection and create a Muse Though meane our Verse such Excellence At once would ravish Soule and Sense Delight in Heavenly Dwellers move And since they cannot envy Love VVhen they from this our Earthly Spheare Their owne Coelestiall Musick heare To my Noble Friend Mr. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the PSALMES HAd I no Blushes left but were of Those Who Praise in Verse what they Despise in Prose Had I this Vice from Vanity or Youth Yet such a Subject would have taught me Truth Hence it were Banisht where of Flattery There is nor Vse nor Possibility Else thou hadst cause to feare lest some might Raise An Argument against thee from my Praise I therefore know Thou canst expect from me But what I give Historicke Poetry Friendship for more could not a Pardon win Nor thinke I Numbers make a Lie no Sinne. And need I say more then my Thoughts indite Nothing vvere easier then not to write Which now were hard for wheresoere I Raise My thoughts thy severall Paines extort my Praise First that which doth the Pyramids display And in a worke much lastinger then they And more a wonder scornes at large to shew What were Indifferent if True or No Or from its lofty Flight stoope to declare What All men might have known had All bin There But by thy learned Industry and Art To Those who never from their Studies part Doth each Lands Laws Beliefe Beginning show Which of the Natives but the Curious know Teaching the frailty of all Humane things How soone great Kingdoms fall much sooner Kings Prepares our Soules that Chance cannot direct A Machin at us more then we expect We know That Towne is but with Fishers Fraught Where Theseus Govern'd and where Plato Taught That Spring of Knowledge to which Italy Owes all her Arts and her Civility Another SVch is the Verse thou Writist that who reades Thine Can never be content to suffer Mine Such is the Verse I Write that reading Mine I hardly can beleeve I have read Thine And wonder that their Excellence once knowne I nor correct nor yet conceale mine owne Yet though I Danger feare then Censure lesse Nor apprehend a Breach like to a Presse Thy Merits now the second time inflame To sacrifice the Remnant of my Shame Nor yet as first Alone but joyn'd with Those Who make the loftiest Verse seeme humblest Prose Thus did our Master to his Praise desire That Babes should with Philosophers conspire And Infants their Hosanna's should unite With the so Famous Areopagite Perhaps my Stile too is for Praise most fit Those shew their Iudgment least who shew their wit And are suspected least their subtiller Aime Be rather to attaine then to give Fame Perhaps whil'st I my Earth doe interpose Betwixt thy Sunne and Them I may aid those Who have but feebler Eyes and weaker Sight To beare thy Beames and to support thy Light So thy Ecclipse by neighbouring Darkenesse made VVere no injurious but a usefull Shade How e're I finish heere my Muse her Daies Ends in expressing thy deserved Praise VVhose fate in this seemes fortunately cast To have so just an Action for her Last And since there are who have been taught that Death Inspireth Prophecie expelling Breath I hope when these foretell what happie Gaines Posteritie shall reape from these thy Paines Nor yet from these alone but how thy Pen Earth-like shall yearely give new Gifts to Men And Thou fresh Praise and we fresh Good receive For he who Thus can write can never Leave How Time in them shall never force a Breach But they shall alwayes Live and alwaies Teach That the sole likelihood which these present Will from the more rais'd Soules command Assent And the so taught will not Beliefe refuse To the last Accents of a Dying Muse Falkland To my much honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys IT is Sir a Confest Intrusion here That I before your Labours doe appeare VVhich no loud Herald need that may proclaime Or seeke acceptance but the Authors fame Much lesse that should This Happy Worke commend VVhose Subject is its Licence and doth send It to the World to be Receiv'd and Read Farre as the glorious Beames of Truth are spread Nor let it be imagin'd that I looke Only with Customes Eye upon your Booke Or in this service that 't was my intent T'exclude your Person from your Argument I shall professe much of the Love Iowe Doth from the Root of our Extraction grow To which though I can little contribute Yet with a Naturall joy I must impute To our Tribes honour what by You is done VVorthy the Title of a Prelates Sonne And scarcely have Two Brothers farther borne A Fathers Name or with more Value worne Their Owne then Two of you whose Pens and Feet Have made the distant Points of Heav'n to meet Hee by exact discoveries of the West Your Selfe by painfull Travels in the East Some more like you would powerfully Confute Th'Opposers of Priests Mariage by the Fruit. And since 't is knowne for all their Strait-vow'd life They Like the Sexe in any stile but Wife Cause them to change their Cloister for that State Which Keeps men Chast by Vowes legitimate Nor shame to Father their Relations Or under Nephewes Names disguise their Sons This Child of yours borne without spurious blot
in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke Yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
will I celebrate thy Praise My thankefull Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Then Buls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Hornes with Garlands dight This shall the Meeke with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joyes Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poore regards and those VVho for his sake affliction trie Round Earth deepe Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnifie VVho crownes his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Judah's Cities build againe VVhere they shall ever live secure A faire inheritance obtaine There shall their blessed Seed remaine And safely that rich Soile manure PSALME LXX As the 5. HAst Lord from such as would devoure Defend by thy almightie Power Delay not in so fear'd an Houre But let confusion seaze on those Who seeke my Soule to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrowes Let those with infamie returne Dejected and unpittied mourne Who laugh and blast me with their scorne Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safetie feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poore and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALME LXXI As the 34. I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foule Infamy Lord in thy Justice save Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably heare my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortresse of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rocke my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Seruants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruell might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their prey become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I reli'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the wombe From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigie they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Starres thy glory raise While Sunnes shall set and rise Part 2 O cast not off when full of dayes Forsake not when my Strength decayes Watcht by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey VVho shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And helpe him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soule Let Death their impious rage controule And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousnesse display Thy manifold Deliveries VVhich ô no number can comprise Thus spend the harmelesse Day I in thy Strength though old and weake VVill walke and of thy Justice speake Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this houre with single Truth Thy wondrous workes have showne Part 3 Now in the VVinter of my yeares VVhen Time hath snow'd upon my haires Abandon not ô Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mightie Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me laine Yet shalt thou quicken me againe And from Earths entrailes free Still thou my glorie wilt increase And comfort with the joyes of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harpe will sing Thy praises O eternall King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soule consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclaime That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALME LXXII CANT BASS THe King Jehovah with thy Justice crowne And in a God-like reigne his Son renowne He shall with equitie thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice waigh Then little Hils shall riot with increase And Mountaines flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poore from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restlesse Sunne directs the Yeare While Moones increase and waine thy Name shall feare He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showres Which cloath the Earth and fill her Lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Raies He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reigne From swift Euphrates to the farthest Maine The wilde Inhabitants that live by prey In scortched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall licke the Dust rich with their Spoyles Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Iles Shall orient Pearle and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Cassia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring Part. 2 All Kings shall homage to this King affoord All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed heare the Poore defend The Needie save and such as have no friend Redeeme their Soules from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourely pray His Praises sing and blesse him Day by Day Ranke crops of Corne shall on high Mountaines grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grasse which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sunne illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! That King of Kings Who onely can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Sonne of Iesse A PARAPHRASE VPON THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME LXXIII As the 1. THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path VVhen I the Foole beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swolne eyes shine with uncontroll'd excesse Who more then what their hearts can wish possesse Even glory in their foule Impietie And speake like Thunder from the troubled Skie Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldome through their Scandall stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with successe are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of
Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End VVho through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Showres from Clouds distill And their emptie Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Eare. O thou God of Jacob heare Thou our Rocke extend thy Grace Looke on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Farre exceeds a Million Let me be contemn'd and poore In thy Temple keepe a Doore Then with wicked men possesse All that they call Happinesse O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy hee VVho alone depends on Thee PSALME LXXXV As the 2. AT length thou hast thy Mercie showne Drawne from the Babylonian yoke Our Sinnes remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblowne Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet raigne Extending to the yet unborne Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne That thine in Thee may joy againe O showre thy Mercie from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speakes of Peace Such as in Sanctitie increase Nor to their Sinnes againe descend These soone with Freedome shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kisse For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberall Hand The rich and ever gratefull Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him goe And her faire steps to Mortals show PSALME LXXXVI As the 13. MY God thy Suppliant heare Afford a gentle Eare For I am comfortlesse And labour in distresse My righteous Soule relieve So readie to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore VVho daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all VVho on thy Mercy call O heare my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found VVhen troubles most abound VVhat God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Part. 2 Zeale shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in VVonders shown Direct me in thy VVay So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests cleare Vnited in thy Feare My Soule shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rfull Enemies All Rebels to thy Will My guiltlesse bloud would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Signe expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALME LXXXVII As the 8. THE Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excell He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Jerusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Judea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foraign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortall Hands Firme as the Mountaine where it stands The Lord in his eternall Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall th' Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streames from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALME LXXXVIII As the 39. MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Eares Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now neare the Jawes of greedy Death My light extinguisht numbered Among the Dead Like men in battaile slaine the wombe Of Earth their Tombe Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o'rethrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerfull Raies Crusht by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Gaole where I In Fetters lie Blind with my teares with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vaine a walking Coarse Part. 2 Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show VVho sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save VVilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown VVhere none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die VVhil'st I thy Terrours undergoe Distracted by these stormes of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devoures My trembling Powers With troups of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALME LXXXIX As the 72. OVr gratefull Songs O thou eternall King Shall ever of thy boundlesse Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above VVhich on firme hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy Seed establish and thy Throne sustaine Whilst Seas shall flow or Moones increase and waine The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appeares And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with feares Great God! how great when dreadfull Armies joyne What God so strong what Faith so firme as thine Part. 2 Thy Bounds the Billowes of the Sea restraine Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Maine Proud Rahab like a Coarse with bloud imbru'd Hew'n downe the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round Earth broad Seas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestiall swiftly rowle Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evening's sing thy praise Thy Arme excels in Strength thy hands sustaine The World they
whom his VVisdome did create Through his large Empire celebrate His glorious Name with sweet accord Joyne thou my Soule to praise the Lord. PSALME CIV As the 72. MY ravisht Soule great God thy praises sings VVhom Glory circles with her radiant VVings And Majesty invests then Day more bright Cloth'd with the beames of new-created Light He like an all-infolding Canopy Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie And in the Aire-embraced Waters set The Basis of his hanging Cabinet VVho on the Clouds as on a Chariot rides And with a reine the flying Tempest guides Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Floud In whose calme bosome unseene Mountains stood At his rebuke it shrunke with sudden dread And from his voices Thunder swiftly fled Then Hils their late concealed Heads extend And sinking Valleies to their Feet descend The trembling VVaters through their bottomes winde Till they the Sea their Nurse and Mother finde He to the swelling Waves prescribes a bound Lest Earth againe should by their rage be drown'd Springs through the pleasant Medows powre their drils VVhich Snake-like glide betweene the bordring Hils Till they to Rivers grow where beasts of prey Their thirst asswage and such as man obey Part. 2 In neighbouring Groves the Ayr 's Musicians sing And with their Musicke entertaine the Spring He from coelestiall Casements showres distills And with renew'd increase his Creatures fills He makes the food-full Earth her fruit produce For Cattell grasse and Herbs for humane use The spreading Vine long purple clusters bears VVhose juyce the hearts of pensive Mortals chears Fat Olives smooth our browes with suppling Oyle And strengthning Corne rewards the Reapers toile His Fruit affording trees with sap abound The Lord hath Lebanon with Cedars crown'd They to the warbling Birds a shelter yield And wandring Storks in lofty Fir-trees build Wild Goats to craggy Cliffs for refuge flie And Conies in the Rocks darke entrails lie He guides the changing Moones alternate face The Suns diurnall and his annuall Race T' was he that made the all-informing Light And with darke shadowes cloths the aged Night Then Beasts of prey breake from their Mountaine Caves The roring Lion pinch't with hunger craves Food from his hand But when Heavens greatest Fire Obscures the Stars they to their dens retire Men with the Morning rise to labour prest Toile all the Day at Night returne to rest Part. 3 Great God! how manifold how infinite Are all thy works with what a cleere fore-sight Didst thou create and multiply their birth Thy riches fill the far extended Earth The ample Sea in whose unfathom'd Deep Innumerable sorts of Creatures creep Bright-scaled Fishes in her Entrailes glide And high-built Ships upon her bosome ride About whose sides the crooked Dolphin playes And monstrous Whales huge spouts of water raise All on the Land or in the Ocean bred On Thee depend in their due season fed They gather what thy bounteous Hands bestow And in the Summer of thy Favour grow When thou contract'st thy clouded Brows they mourn And dying to their former dust return Againe created by thy quickning breath To resupply the Massacres of Death No Tract of Time his Glory shall destroy He in th' Obedience of his Works shall joy But when their wild revolts his Wrath provoke Earth trembles and the aery Mountains smoke I all my life will my Creator praise And to his Service dedicate my Daies May he accept the Musicke of my Voice While I with sacred Harmony rejoyce Hence you profane who in your Sins delight God shall extirp and cast you from his Sight My Soule blesse thou this all-commanding King You Saints and Angels Hallelu-jah sing PSALME CV As the 72. TO God O pay your vowes invoke his Name And to the VVorld his noble Acts proclaime O sing his praises in immortall Verse And his stupendious Miracles rehearse You Saints rejoyce and glory in his Grace His power adore for ever seeke his Face Old Abrahams Seed you Sons of the Elect You Israelites O you who God affect Report the Wonders by his finger wrought VVhen in your cause th' inferiour creatures fought Jehovah rules the many-peopled Earth His judgement knowne to all of humane birth He never will forget his Promise past His Covenants inviolable last VVhich he to faithfull Abraham made before And after to the holy Isaac swore To Jacob sign'd confirm'd to Israel That their large Off-spring should in Canaan dwell VVhen they but few in number wandered In unknowne Regions and their Cattell fed He did their lives from violence protect And for their sakes even mighty Princes checkt Touch not said he my Anointed feare to wrong Those sacred Prophets who to Me belong Part. 2 VVhen raging Famine in these Climats reign'd He broke the Staffe of Bread which life sustain'd But Joseph sent before them sold to save His Brethren by whose envy made a slave There for th'Accusers guilt in prison throwne With galling fetters bound for crimes unknowne Tri'd with affliction at the time decreed At once by Pharaoh both advanc'd and freed He of his houshold gave him the command And made him Ruler over all his Land His Princes to his government Subjects The prudent Youth grave Senators directs Then aged Jacob into Egypt came And sojourn'd in the fruitfull Fields of Ham. God in that Land his people multipli'd Their Foes which now their greater strength envi'd Hate what they feare he alienates their hearts To seeke their ruine by deceitfull Arts. Then Moses on a sacred Embassie Part. 3 And Aaron sent th'Elect of the most High There wrought his dreadfull Wonders from the I le Of Sea-girt Pharo's to the Fals of Nile He bade Cimmerian darknesse dim the Day Th' assembled Vapours his commands obey He their seven chanel'd VVaters turn'd to Bloud The Fishes strangled intheir native Floud Frogs from the slimy Earth in Millions spring And skip about the Chambers of the King All parts with swarms of noisome Flies abound And Lice like quickned dust crawle on the ground He storms of killing Haile for Showers bestowes And from the breaking clouds his lightning throws Blasts all the Vines and Fig-trees in the Land The VVoods with Tempests torne or naked stand Innumerable Locusts these succeed And Caterpillars on their leavings feed They bite the tender Herbe the bud and flower And all the virdure of the Earth devoure Their Strength the First-borne slew which fill'd their eares VVith Female screeches and their hearts with feares Part. 4 Then He the Hebrews out of Goshen brought In able health with Gold and Silver fraught Th' inhabitants whose teares augment the Nile At their departure Joy and Feare exile A Cloud to shade them from the Sun was spread And Nightly by a flaming Pillar led At their request he sends them showres of Quailes And Bread from Heaven like Coriander hailes Cleaves the hard Rocks from whence a Fountaine flowes And unknowne Rivers to those
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
thy Lawes affect Shine on my Soule thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed showres of teares when men thy Lawes despise TSADDI Part. 18 As Thou thy Selfe so all thy Lawes are just Faithfull to those who in thy Promise trust Zeale hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Lawes which I in heart affect Those to observe though meane and scorn'd intend Truth crownes thy Word thy Justice without end These in my griefe and trouble comfort give Informe with Knowledge that my Soule may live COPH. Part. 19 O heare my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eies out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morne in due Devotion spent Heare and revive thy Justice execute On lawlesse men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternall Bases stand RESCH. Part. 20 Behold my sorrowes patronize my cause Thy Word performe to him that keepes thy Lawes Death shall devoure who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreames I have thy VVill observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Lawes thy Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knowes no end SCHIN Part. 21 Tyrants oppresse thy VVord restraines my Minde VVherein I joy like those who Treasure finde Fraud I abhorre inamour'd on thy VVaies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise VVho love thy Lawes sweet Peace and Safetie blesse In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgresse Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Part. 22 Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeeme since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extoll and Lawes with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy straid Sheepe backe to thy Pasture bring PSALME CXX As the 5. DIstrest and in my minde dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successefully I prai'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep't in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischiefe shall to thee befall Like Arrowes shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou ô thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion growes PSALME CXXI As the 15. TO the Hils thine Eies erect Helpe from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchfull Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keepes Never slumbers never sleepes He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beames reflect Nor unwholsome Serene shall From the Moones moyst influence fall When thou travel'st on the way VVhen at home thou spend'st the Day VVhen sweet Peace thy life delights VVhen imbroil'd in bloudie Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALME CXXII As the cxi O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Jerusalem our Feet shall tread VVithin thy VValls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Judah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortall Praises sing There shall he his Tribunall place The Judgement-seat of Davids Race Your joyes shall with your daies increase VVho love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy VValls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never VVarre thy Bulwarkes shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALME CXXIII As the 34. THou mover of the rolling Spheares I through the Glasses of my Teares To Thee my Eies erect As Servants marke their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fixe our Eies On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turne our teares to joy O save us Lord by all forlorne The subject of contempt and scorne Defend us from their pride VVho live in fluency and ease VVho with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALME CXXIV As the 72. BVT that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day VVhen men inflam'd with wrath against us rose VVe had alive beene swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunke beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrailes found our graves Then had their violence like torrents powr'd From melting Hils our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our bloud To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Soules like Birds have scap't the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our onely confidence is in his Name VVho made the Earth and Heavens immortall frame PSALME CXXV As the 9. THey who the Lord their Fortresse make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise VVhich dreadfull Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hils of Solyma Divine Jerusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despaire They should the Lawes of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crowne thy Israel with Peace PSALME CXXVI As the cxi VVHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dreame who were Distracted betweene Hope and Feare Then sacred Joy fill'd every Brest In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or showres which fall on thirsty land VVho sow in Teares shall reape in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soile retire The scope and crowne of our desire PSALME CXXVII As the 7. VNlesse the Lord the house sustaine They build in vaine In vaine they watch unlesse the Lord The City guard In vaine you rise before the Light And breake the slumbers of the Night In vaine the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unlesse the Lord with good successe Your labours blesse For he all good on
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
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