her song thy praise shall be the ground PSAL. XXXI IN thee my hope I plac'd Who best mad'st all things good See I be not disgrac'd Whilst hope dies in the bud Me iust Reuenger free And from false foes exempt 2 Beningly heare thou me And take me from contempt Keepe me as in a Rocke Where no path euer was Or clos'd where needs no lock Within a wall of brasse 3 Thou art my rocke so steepe As none can footing winne My brasse-wall trench'd so deepe As none can enter in So may thy name affright The minds of my proud foes 4 That whilst thou lead'st me right I may their snares disclose 5 Thou art my strength with thee I leaue my life in trust True of thy word saue me And keepe thy cou'nant iust 6 I hate with all my heart Those that pursue vaine dreames My steddy hope thou art My hau'n in roughest streames 7 When dangers sore oppresse The cleare light of thy grace Doth griefe soone dispossesse And brings ioy in the place 8 Vext without right or lawes Where tyrant rage doth raigne Thou took'st me from his iawes And didst pale death restraine 9 Haue pitty then on him Who all to peeces rent Mind eye and eu'ry limme Is senslesse dim and spent 10 My fraile life worne with anguish Doth slide away with groanes My foiled forces languish And iuicelesse are my bones 11 Who hates me takes a pride At my mishap to jeere Some flip for feare aside And not a friend comes neere 12 Rac'd out of mind as dead My Kinne deny me place Where I was borne and bred No pot shard held more base 13 In troops with publick scorne The rascals me disdaine My death a crue hath sworne And plot with might and maine 14 But confident the whiles Of helpe from thee my foes Their threats wrongs taunts and guiles Disturb not my repose 15 Of life thou guid'st the line And mak'st time swift or slow Free me who Lord am thine From rage of my fell foe 16 Ah show thy louely face To me thy seruant deare Still let me find thy grace As those that doe thee feare 17 Nor let it be my shame That I implore thine aid Blush they are worthy blame And deepe in silence laid Sleepe they out their long night 18 Dumb be the tongue doth vse To lye to barke and bite And most the best abuse 19 How great how many be Thy blessings to thy friends Witnesse the Poles that see Thine blest beyond their ends 20 These safe thy Grace protects When great men threat and swell No poisonous tongue infects Those in thy house who dwell 21 Eternall be thy grace The worlds supremest Guide Who as in a strong place Do'st me from danger hide 22 Hopelesse and helplesse when I scarce was sau'd by flight I to my selfe said then My God hath left me quite But hauing me in mind When ditefull'st dangers prest Thou lent'st thy eare so kind When I made my request 23 To heau'n your hearts who vow'd Loue your all-fostring Sire Who doth depresse the proud And raise his followers higher 24 In God who put their trust Rely on him in all Let Chance with no rough gust Your courages appall PSAL. XXXII THrice blessed He whose heauenly Fathers grace Remits his sinnes which kill the liuing soule And whose flagitious facts hid from his face He buries deepe nor puts them in his role 2 Thrice blessed he to whom the Iudge of right Imputes not his fraile lifes sin-straying wayes Nor in his heart found slights conceal'd from light Such as for shame Fraud in her closet layes 3 Whilst in my brest I fostred the disease My bones displac'd my ioints I scarce could draw And mournfull griefe that nothing could appease Cri'd and complain'd nor could I giue it law 4 With thy strong hand enrag'd thou didst me presse Both when the night with clouds did hide the day And when the rosie Sun did him addresse To show the world his beames to guide their way So wasting griefe discolour'd had my skin Paine dri'd my moisture pin'd with sad distresse That Cancer when his furious flames begin To burne the sand-sow'd crop his rage is lesse 5 Then did I change my mind and shew'd my wound And laid my follies forth before thy face Disclos'd my fraud then from sins bonds vnbound I reconcil'd was taken to thy grace 6 Who seekes to keepe his court of Conscience sound With humble prayer let him appease thine ire Nor let him feare though Earth the Seas confound The threats of direfull rage that burne like fire 7 Thou still at hand to helpe dost set me free From perils which doe fiercely me assaile In all my parts are ioyes infus'd by thee Like his that breakes his bonds and scapes the gaole 8 Nor leau'st thou here I will saist thou expell The dusky clouds that keepe thy mind from light The blessed way of life I will thee tell Nor from thy steps will I reflect my sight 9 Now be not thou like Mule or Horse whose brests With brutish fury fill'd doe follow kind And know no kindnesse but aduance their crests Till bit and curb doe tame their fiercer mind 10 Head-strong iniquity shall vndergoe A world of paines but who sincerely craue Of God with faith whose grace doth euer flow To those that humbly sue shall pardon haue 11 Who all from Right and in fee simple hold And who loue Truth and know nor fraud nor guile With gesture and with voice your ioyes vnfold Since gracefull Heau'n doth on you sweetly smile PSAL. XXXIII YOu that chaste loue to Righteousnesse professe With chearfull layes sing of the Lord who made The worlds round ball 't is fit your songs expresse Your loue to Right who know no other trade 2 Him praise with Harpe that yeelds a Siren sound And Shalmes with wind that warbling notes diuide That hand that proues his masters skill profound On twice fiue strings here let his art be tri'd 3 Let vs to him new songs of ioy deuise And him alone sound with the Trumpets shrill 4 On whose bare word all faith and truth relyes And Equity attends his royall will 5 For He 's the God that Iustice loues and right And truth for why in him no fraud is found His Bountie's knowne expos'd to all mens fight So far as the vast Earth hath any bound 6 He with his word whose word is his decree The shining globe of brighter Heau'ns did bend Like to a bow and so the lights we see In the flame colour'd skye their beames extend 7 He bounds the restlesse Ocean with a shore And curbs his lawlesse rage begirt about The waters in a cellar kept for store When he hath cause to vse he calls them out 8 Him East and West both serue with awfull feare Who dwels in climes discou'red or vnknowne In th' vtmost bounds where sea and land appeare Adore he him as Sou'raigne Lord alone 9 What here below drawes breath or breathlesse dies Doth
strike and wound 14 Nor let the pride of great men ctam'd with gold With might oppresse me whose delightfull care Is but to wallow as themselues are mold In earthly pleasures so bewitcht they are Thou pour'st on them thy blessings from thy store Digg'd from the bowells of the earth below And pamp'rest them with corne and which is more Thou glad'st their hearts their off-spring prospers so 15 Then shall the candor of my life make way That I loos'd from the bodies gyue and free Shall see thy face and that bright shining day Shall make me blest all-blest in high'st degree 16 Those beames of light which brings all sound delight Heap'd with all ioies shall represent thy cleare And sacred Maiesty vnto my sight When as no cloud shall in my mind appeare PSAL. XVIII All-fostring Sire I 'le thee adore And will thee loue with all my heart 2 Who shap'dst the world a lump before My strength my might my tower thou art Help hope and ioy to me distrest My shield my sword my steaddy stay An anchor fixt whereon I rest And when stormes come my calmest bay 3 For when my tongue I do vntye Which crauing peace thy praises sings All hostile armes are then laid by And Peace brings safety on her wings 4 Now Death enuolu'd me in his net With Hell-black streames encompast round 5 Infernall snares my feet beset And drawn was I with fetters bound 6 Here taken and entangled so Groueling on ground to God I su'd Aloft to Heau'n my cries did goe When doubtfull chance my fears renew'd Seated on his flame-circled throne He heard my praiers when as my cry Did pierce the skies and to my moane He bent his eare and laid it nigh 7 The Earth affrighted at his sight Shook then and hills their closures brake And all their ioints dissolued quite In their low vaults a bellowing make 8 A smoaking heate like breath neer spent Fum'd from his nostrils flames that turn'd As doth a whirpoole from him went And what they toucht scapt not vnburn'd 9 Heau'n at his beck bow'd humbly low To set his Lord on th' earthes round ball And foggy clouds that sullen show Vnder his feet do prostrate fall 10 He in his chariot mounted hie In flames an Angell holds the raine Whose wings of winde do swifter fly Than oares can cut the liquid maine 11 Inuolud in mists of sable hue He hides from Earth his brighter face In hollow clouds that stormes renue The pitchy waues obscure his grace 12 Fire-flinging darts from his sharp eies Cleere lowring clouds with cheering beames A ratling showre of haile-stones flies And flitting flames cast winding streames 13 But when his voice sad silence brake His thunder roares and rends the skie The Earth with stormy haile did make An hideous noise Out lightnings flie 14 His firy shafts flew far and wide 15 In th' aires vast vaults lights took no rest He strikes and th' Earths wide chaps diuide And shew the springs hid in her brest And opens all the fountaine-heads Trembling for feare she showes how low The strength of her foundation spreads And brings the darkest deepe to show So thundring flies his roaring sound So heauy falls his frightfull ire 16 His hand that doth with grace abound He stretcht from Heau'n at my desire And took me vp when almost drown'd Swift waues had ouer-whelmed me 17 And from my foes for force renown'd With greater force He set me free 18 And with their power He mock'd their spight When in their harmefull madding mood They sought by craft as dark as night To ruine me who staggring stood 19 He gaue me aide enlarg'd my way When straights before did me enclose And when Death had me at a bay He sau'd his friend whom He had chose 20 My heart and hand from falshood free His eies did pierce and found them so And rais'd me high from low degree That Honour might true vertue show 21 For vice nor errour prone to ill Did make my steps to goe astray 22 His Law that doth prescribe his will Was in my sight still night and day Whose presence kept my soule in awe Thundring her precepts in my heart 23 In truth that hath nor crack nor flaw I took delight she took my part As witnesse when that inly free From fraud and guile I shunn'd the arts The cursed arts that sinke-hoals be Whence flowes foule sin that soiles all parts 24 His blessings therefore did He giue His bounties shew'd how He regards The guiltlesse life which I did liue And which th' all-seeing Iudge rewards 25 As Men and as their manners be So do they find thee harsh or kind Nor harme to h'harmlesse comes from Thee Whom still a friend thy friends shall find 26 To good men good but who would gaine Ought at thy hand by sleight of wit Thy wider reach proues his but vaine And him not wise that trusts to it 27 In hard distresse thou keep'st the rent And worne estate of thine growne low And mak st to fall the lofty bent Of the proud eie of my fell foe 28 And taken from the throng of those That baser be Thou do'st me place Aboue the rest in solemne showes And clear'st my night with thy bright face 29 And vnder thy command the troops â— break and passe their glittring armes The towring'st mount to me it stoopes â— scale their walls and scape their harmes 30 As true as God is only good He showes to life the shortest way And cleerest from expence of blood To those that with his colours stay From his eternall mouth what flowes 〈◊〉 far more pure than refin'd gold â—nd with his shield He guards all those Whose hearts in him confirm'd are bold He bids them not to be dismai'd When things succeed not to their minds Since nought on Earth can make affrai'd That heart in Heauen that refuge finds 31 Say you who painted stocks adore The mock-minds of the vulgar rout Who stones and iu'ry do implore In sundry shapes with art cut out What other God doth rule the raines Who else doth guide the Earths round ball And sits in Heau'n that all containes Whose hand but his rules all in all 32 This God giues strength to all my parts And liuely force and shewes to me 33 The spotlesse way By Him with Harts In swiftnesse I contend and He Conuai'd me far from dangers neare And plac'd me high on safties hill 34 And taught my hand deuoid of feare To manage armes with vsefull skill And besides that He made me bend A massie bow made all of brasse And it to peeces break and rend So strong was I so weake it was 35 He guardes me round on eu'ry side With the defence of his safe shield His grace makes his right-hand my guide Trebling my strength when I would yeeld 36 He opens me a wide retreit In passages where men do lay Close ambushes traps of deceit Nor lets my feet wilde wandring stay Or take offence in vnknowne
his when neer'st to death Forsoke me not in my despairfull'st plight 11 Teach me thy waies by whose free grace I liue And guide my steps in the faire path of right That force nor feare wherewith my foes haue striue To draw me from thy way may work their spite 12 Not leaue thou me obnoxious to the lust Of impious men who me of crimes endite And witnesse beare in things that are not iust Arm'd to the proofe with lies the armes of spite 13 Conquer'd at last with waight of pressing ills My minde would faint but hope of thy good grace This comfort to my drooping spirits instills That after anxious toiles ioy shall take place I liuing here with men that draw like aire The blessings of an happy life expect Then take not thou the foile of foule despaire The Lord will giue thee strength and will protect And stay thy fainting soule as props vphold A crased house Then fearlesse stand and bold PSAL. XXVIII VVOrlds King then starry Orbes more high My lifes support sur'st shield to saue Heare mildly my request lest I Be like a corpse brought neere the graue 2 Milde Father to my vowes giue eare When I with teares lift vp my hands To heau'n where wandring lights appeare The Temple where thy glory stands 3 With lewd men be not I enrol'd Nor as their mate Lord doome thou me Whose tongues are made by 'th Sirene mould And minds with poison tainted be 4 Let their reward their lewdnesse show As bad their worke euen be their hire And let them reape as they did sow Paines equall to their lewd desire 5 The wise fore-sight of thy decree Who do'st my head with honour crowne Keepes not their hands from falshood free Nor holds their spite-swolne stomackes downe And therefore shall not their long line Of hopelesse ofspring wide extend Of stocke and house shall be no signe Their fathers pelfe shall soone haue end 6 To thee all-ruling Lord be laud Who to my prayers faire passage yeelds 7 Whose strength armes me from force and fraud Whose hopefull help my safety shields 8 Hence ioy triumphing in my brest My measur'd lines thy praises sing Who guard'st thine owne with dangers prest And from all snares preseru'st thy King 9 Thou Prince of men keepe safe and sound Thy people and let Hebers race In all Earths blessings still abound Vntill the night doe leaue his place PSAL. XXIX THough rich in gold though thou in wealth abound Thy front adorn'd with a victorious crowne Acknowledge God nor be ingratefull found Vse thy good hap but know heauen sent it downe 2 Sing praise to him and with submisse request Make him thy friend who made the worlds wide frame And with his becke who rules the skie addrest With glittering Starres giue honour to his name 3 Whose sounding voice powres moistning showres below Who horrid tumults raising in the skye With roring thunders makes fierce Boreas blow And mount the swelling waues when Seas grow high 4 A voice I say with Maiesty repleate Whose power makes good what first his will design'd 5 Whether he pleas'd of Cedars tall and great T'uncloth the hills or rend high Elmes with wind 6 Or burst out stones conioyn'd to stones with lime Or tosse the hills and their first footing change As youthfull rage ioy'd with the springing time Doth pricke the lusty Bull to leape and range 7 If his voice strikes fire flashes from the cloud 8 The desert Cabines of th' Arabians shake 9 Beasts quake for feare abortiues disauow'd Burst forth with paine Okes fell when he but spake What Heauen containes in his gold-vaulted roome What Earth sustaines ennamel'd with rare skill And what lies hid within the Seas deepe wombe They all confesse Gods vnresisted will 10 The sinne-reuenging sea mou'd at his sound O'rewhelm'd the Mountaines when it rag'd and rau'd And thou to whose decrees are all things bound Wast pleas'd to drowne the world so sinfull made 11 If thou giue strength we neither feare our foes Or proud for wealth or for their number daring If thou giue peace from Plenties horne that flowes No blessing shall to Js'achs race be sparing PSAL. XXX OF thee my Muse of thee my Harpe shall sound Iudge of the world whēce all good things do flow Freed from deaths iawes that sought my ouerthrow My vowes now will I pay by promise bound Releas'd by thee nor now insults my foe To see mine eyes poure forth their floods of teares Nor takes delight to see me vext with feares Of pressing ills thou cool'st his courage so 2 I sought thy helpe when I vnsteddy stood And doubtfull of successe to thee did sue By thee refresh'd alone by thee I drew Th'aires louely light that cheeres the vitall blood 3 Nor doe I lye with fates long night opprest In the low vaults where windowes want and lights 4 But you deuoted to the sacred rites And cleane oblations of a purer brest Him let your heart with sweet harmonious cheere Who mindes your prayers be mindfull to record Extoll with praise your Sire and Sou'raigne Lord Since to your vowes he bends his listning eare 5 The heate of his reuenging ire alayde Doth vanish as a fleeting buble falls And a sweet life which no sad hap appalls By his right-hand is to good men repaid If late at night our mournfull faces be Bath'd all with teares yet when the golden Sunne Sheds forth his beames the glasse of griefe is run And smiling mirth our captiu'd minds sets free 6 When I had all that fits a blessed state Thus said I to my selfe no gust nor gall Shall stay my course so fortunate in all Nor doubtfull chance giue sweet content the mate 7 Thou giuing me strength wealth and high degree And like a mount rais'd with strong walls of brasse Strengthning my crowne Credulity that was My minds Enchantresse fed vaine pride in me But leauing me vnto my foolish vaine Thou drawing backe thine hand that light wing'd dame False Fortune fled and left all out of frame My house disord'red in the head and traine 8 Then presently sole President of all Humbly my vowes I on thine altar strew'd I crau'd thine ayd and said with teares bedew'd 9 What good to thee can of my blood befall What vse canst thou make of my breathlesse limmes Can the cold ashes that in silence lye In Deaths darke mansion thy great works descry To th'after-age and sing thee sacred hymnes 10 Milde to my vowes thy facile care apply That to thy grace doth easie passage make Nor from my teares turne thy grim lookes but take The plague-sores from my limmes that fretting lye 11 When I implore thou dost thine care addresse And laist it close and wip'st my teares away And in their place bring'st mirth and to allay My griefe comes ioy which hand and heart expresse 12 Of thee my layes shall sing my harpe shall sound My voice on thee deuoted shall attend Nor shall my Muse want matter to commend Since of