Proudly they cry come let us cast Their servile bands away Let us in sunder break their cords That bind us to obey But he that dwells in Heav'n above Shall laugh them all to scorn And in derision of their Craft Their Plots to folly turn Then in his wrath he shall rebuke The blindness of their ways And in his hot Displeasure vex The remnant of their days But he hath set his King on high The King he always lov'd And fix'd his Throne on Sion Hill That never shall be mov'd Concerning him will I declare Heav'ns firm and high Decree Thou art my Son he said this day Have I begotten thee Ask but of me the Heathen shall Be thy Inheritance To every corner of the Earth Thy Empire shall advance For they with rods of Iron bruis'd Before thy feet shall fall Like Potsherds into pieces broke So shalt thou break them all Now therefore O ye Kings be wise And to my Words give ear And all ye Judges of the Earth My timely Precepts hear With fear and trembling serve the Lord Submissive to his Law When ye rejoce rejoice in Him With a Religious Awe Lest he be angry to the Son Obedient Homage pay For fear ye perish in the Paths Of Error led astray For ye must die if once his Wrath Be kindl'd in his Breast But they that trust in him are safe In his Protection blest PSALM III. When David fled from his Son Absolon O Lord how numerous are they grown That trouble my repose Many are they that still increase The Burthen of my Woes Many there be that scoffing say To my disturbed Soul His God no more shall be his Aid Nor our Designs controul But Thou art the secure Defence On which my hopes rely Thou dost my Honour still maintain And lift my head on high I call'd I cry'd unto my God When I was weak and faint And from his Holy Hill he heard The voice of my complaint I laid me down and slept secure And safely rose again Regardless of my present fears For God did me sustain I will not their ten thousands fear By thousands multiply'd Tho' in the midst of all their Power Hemm'd in on every side Arise O God the Lord appears For on the shameless Cheek They now are smitten with Reproach That did my Ruin seek And more to disappoint their Rage Thy all-o'recoming Pow'r Has broke their Fangs envenom'd force So eager to devour Salvation thus belongs alone Unto the Lord above Who for his People keeps in store The Blessings of his Love PSALM IV. THou Great Defender of my Cause Unto my cries gave ear My God reliev'd me in Distress And heard my humble Prayer Proud Sons of Men how long will you My Honour thus despise That please your selves in vain Designs And wander after Lyes On Judah's Throne the Lord has plac'd A righteous Soveraign And he will surely hear my Voice When ever I complain With trembling then his Power confess And strive to sin no more Ponder at Night upon the Deeds Ye did the Day before In your Retirements most remote Your treacherous hearts upbraid And every evil thought chastise When on your Pillows laid Let Justice be your Sacrifice With an unfeigned zeal Then hope in God and to his Throne For mercy still appeal Men say that our forsaken Cause No friends will now embrace Therefore O King of Heav'n unvail The Brightness of thy face For greater joy my cheared heart Has in thy favour found Then they had ever when their wheat And wine did most abound Therefore will I lye down in Peace And take my due Repose For only from the Lord himself My safe Protection flows PSALM V. POnder my Words I thee implore My mournful Words O Lord And also to my secret Sighs Thy gracious Ear afford Hearken with speed unto the sound Of my continual Cries For at thy Throne my God and King My sad Soul prostrate lies Lord in the Morning hear my Voice For at thy Heav'nly Gate My early importuning Pray'rs Thy answer boldly wait For thou art not a God that dost In wicked Works delight While every froward friend of Sin Is banish'd from thy sight The wayward Fool shall not enjoy the splendor of thy Face Those hidden Glories shine remote from their detested Race The busie forgers of untruth shall perish undeplor'd Such sons of Blood and deep Deceit Thou always hast abhor'd But I will to thy House approach Embolden'd by thy Grace And pay the Tribute of my Vows Within thy Holy Place Teach me to shun those crooked Paths Wheren my Foes are led But in thy ways from wandring safe Direct me how to tread For in their Mouths there is no truth Or care of Promise made Corrupt within like canker'd Flesh With rottenness decay'd Their slanderous Throats are like the smells Of open Sepulchers Whose flattering Tongue in vile defence Of falshood only swears But let their own Designs O Lord Their own Confusion be Subvert them in their heaps of Sin Proud Rebels against Thee But they that trust in Thee let them Triumph for evermore Let them rejoyce in thy defence Who thy great Name adore In Showers of Plenty upon them Thy Blessings shall descend Them shall thy Favour like a Shield In all distress defend PSALM VI. OH do not in thy Anger Lord My secret Shame detect Nor while thy Fury yet remains My guilty Soul correct For I am weak O therefore Lord In mercy me restore And with thy heav'nly Balsom heal My Bones with trembling Sore My heavy Soul tormented lies Opprest with inward Grief My God how long wilt Thou delay E'er Thou afford Relief Return O Lord and my sad Soul From horrid Death defend Oh! for thy holy Mercy 's sake Some speedy succour send For who within the Cells of Death Can praise Thee under Ground Or who in the Infernal Pit Thy Wonders can resound Weary with groaning every Night In Tears I bath my Bed And all the Day my water'd Couch Supports my drooping Head The luster of mine Eyes is fled By sorrow chac't a way Mine Eyes are sunk to see my Foes Now bear triumphant sway Be gone be gone all ye that toil In Works of Wickedness Heaven's King hath heard my weeping Voice With ptomise of Redress Pleas'd with my Prayers the Lord receiv'd My humble Sacrifice And soon his reconciled Ear Was open to my Cries Now shall he so my Foes perplex So tame their growing Pride That they shall run with speedy flight Their sudden Shame to hide PSALM VII O Lord my God I have repos'd My Confidence in Thee From them that persecute my Soul Now then deliver me Lest greedy of my guiltless Blood They do my Soul devour As the fierce Lyon rends the Prey Within his ravenous power O Lord my God if justly they Charge on me this Offence If I have acted any Crime To stain my Innocence If e'er the kindness of my Friend I willingly forgate Or rather have
Despis'd of all Mankind Thou hast preserv'd me in despite Of my contending Foes That still with eager Violence My Honour did oppose And thou hast made the Heathen stoop To my subduing Sword Strangers that knew me not before Now serve me as their Lord. When they but hear my Name they yield Not able to withstand And distant Kings their proffer'd Realms Submit to my Command Tho' far remote in dread of Me Their fainting hearts sink down They tremble in their Lurking holes In fear of my Renown Jehovah lives Blest be the Rock Of my Deliverance And let the God of my defence His Glorious Name advance Thou Great Preserver of my Life Even Thou hast set me free From those that prest my injur'd Soul The Sons of Cruelty Therefore O Lord o're all the World Will I extol thy Fame And study still new Songs of Praise In Honour of thy Name Most tenderly dost Thou preserve Thy dear Anointed King And wilt shew mercy to his Throne For ever flourishing PSALM C. To the Proper Tune Clangite Jehovae OH all the Earth sing loud to God And every Region Praise his Name Serve him with Gladness and with Songs Extol his everlasting Fame For know ye that the Lord is God He made us and our days decreed We are his People and the sheep That in his goodly pastures feed Oh enter then his Gates with joy And fill his Holy Courts with Praise Give thanks to him and bless his Name That Name which Heav'n and Earth obeys For the free Mercies of the Lord Endure to all Eternity Nor does his Truth e're fail the Hopes Of them that on his Truth relye Another way VVIth shouts of Joy let all the Earth The Praises of the Lord Proclaim With chearful Hymns and Odes resound The Adoration of his Name For he the Parent of the World First made us and our days decreed We are his People and the sheep That in his goodly pastures feed Enter his Gates with praise and fill His Holy Courts with chearful Songs Extol applaud and celebrate His Power to whom all Power belongs For still in an Eternal Stream His Goodness and his mercy flow His Truth endures from Age to Age The same o're all things here below PSALM CI. Misericordiam Judicium MErcy and Judgment are the Theams I hat wake my tuneful strings Of them I sing and sing to thee Great Soveraign of Kings Wisdom and justice are the Props That my soft Rule sustain Behold since thou didst fix my Throne The Method of my Reign For in th' Uprightness of my heart To Privacy restrain'd A true Example there I walk't Of Soveraign Command No wicked Deed my Regal Power Did meanly Countenance Nor fawning Falshood in my Court Did her proud Head advance They that with sullen Envy muse Disturbances of state I still abhor'd their vile Converse Chief Objects of my Hate He that with baneful slander sought His Neighbour to enthral Like to the Proud without Remorse Did by my Justice fall But to the Virtuous of the Land My favour still was shewn Religious Officers did shine Like stars about my Throne The fraudulent contrives of State My Councils never knew Them that by lyes their Pomp upheld My Anger did pursue Betimes will I exterminate The Wickeds growing Race No Harbour shall th' Ungodly find Within thy Holy Place PSALM CXXXVII WHen from our Country Captive led Upon the Banks we sate Of Babylons remoter streams Bewailing our hard fate Then lofty Sions ruin'd Walls Our thoughtful woes survey'd Those Walls no more for us to see All now in Ashes laid Streight from our Eyes grown big with tears A Briny Deluge fell Our Sobs and Sighs supprest the words That sought our Griefs to tell Upon the pensive Willow Boughs Our Lutes untuned hung And our neglected Harps lay by As carelesly unstrung Come Captives leave your fruitless Moans Our taunting Spoylers cry'd And Sing us one of Sions Songs But sadly we reply'd Ah! who can now those Airs repeat With which our Temple rang Who so distrest as we can sing As our blest Fathers sang Shall Babylon our songs deride So charming to the Ear Shall a Prophane and Forreign Land Our sacred Musick hear No dear Jerusalem no no If ever I forget Thy vast Affliction and thy share Of misery so great First let my nimble joynts benum'd Forget their Active Skill No more let tuneful Lute or Harp Their Artful Touches feel First to my dry and Parched Roof My useless Tongue be glew'd Unless thy joys and Songs of Praise Be once again renew'd Lord curse thou Edoms traiterous Race That in our ruin revell'd Sack burn destroy and kill they cry'd Let all be lowly levell'd And thou Fierce Babel when thy Tide Of Tryumph once shall turn Oh mayst thou then a Victor now Thy sadder ruin Mourn Full happy He who spoils thee then As thou hast laid us wast And makes the tast those bitter woes Which thou hast made us tast Who from the wailing Mothers Breasts The tender Babes shall tear And with their Blood the rugged Stones And Pavements all besmeare PSALM CXLVIII To the Common Tune and Measure LET Highest Heav'n extol The Praises of the Lord And all the seats of Bliss Melodiously accord Let Angels Praise Him with sweet Hymns And numerous Hosts of Seraphims Praise him both Sun and Moon That govern Day and Night Praise him ye lesser Stars In number infinite The Sphears above And Sphears below And waters that Beyond 'em flow Praise ye the Lord all These Praise ye his Holy Name The supream Architect That rear'd the wondrous Frame He said the Word And all was made From times decay Securely laid And as in Heaven above So Praise the Lord on Earth All Monsters which the Land And which the Sea bring forth All Dragons fierce And Whales that sweep The Vast Abys ses of the Deep And all ye Meteors The wonders of the Air Fire Snow and ratling Hail Jehova's Name revere Tempests and Storms And Hurricans Performing still What He Ordains Mountains and lesser Hills Valleys and Fertile Glades Trees happy in their Fruit Or yielding useful shades Cedars that mount To pompous height And variously The Hills delight All Creatures Flocks and Herds That People the wide Fields And every creeping thing That copious Nature yields The larger Fowl And lesser Crouds That Chirp and Sing Among the Woods All Monarchs of the Earth All Nations far and near Princes and Rulers too That swelling Titles wear Beauty and Youth With all their Charms Declining Age And Babes in Arms. Praise ye the Lord all these And magnifie his Name For only He alone Can our just Praises claim So great his Fame His Power no less That Heav'n and Earth Do both confess He has advanc'd in Fame The Strength of Israel His chosen People They Who in his Favour dwell Therefore to Him Your Voices raise To Him alone Sing Praise sing Praise PSALM CL. Hallelujah PRaise ye the Lord Praise him within His Holy Residence Extol him for the Boundless fame Of his Omnipotence Extol him for his mighty Deeds That fill the World with Wonder And for the Triumphs of his Power That Numbers cannot Number With lofty Trumpets Martial Sounds Extol his Puissance While the Far-ecchoing Drum Unites The Chorus in a Dance Praise him with Harps and Harpsichords With Flutes and Violins While the Majestick Organ joyns To grace the Vocal Hymns Praise him with Cimbals softly sweet Praise him with Cimbals loud Let every Creature that has Breath Extol the Living God FINIS 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Judicio aut loco judicii 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Coetu Justorum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Osculamini filium ne irascatur Some of the Rabbins atttibute the ne irascatur to God the Father and so turn it this way Osculamini filium ut sedet Iram putris Simile est hoc Regi qui ira percitus est in cives Iuerunt igitur Cives rogaverunt filium Regis ut sedaret iram patris 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Gena Maxillas 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dentes 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Segregavit sibi Benignum seu potius sanctum for the word signifies both Gnalab Gneschan be Affo Ecsh Miffiou Tokel Gechalim Baguacou mimmennou Ascendit famus ah excandescentia tua Ignis consumet ex ore ejus pruinae arserunt abâ—e 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Laetitia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Canticum laetum sive cum clamore 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Clangite voeifermini These three Words denote a chearful Service of God and nâ—t that morose Devotion which some are pleas'd to affect 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Comprehends all those Words 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dissipabit allidendo which can never be done but that the Blood must sprinckle and scatter about 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Celi Celorum which includes the whole structure of the Heavens 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aque quae sunt superne vel super coelos The Rabbins observe the Derivation of Shamaim from Shem Illic and Maim Waters because they say that Waters are there and that the Heavens are Compos'd of Fire and Water
in Disguise For why should this Gentleman spend such an exuberancy of words upon only Ahsre ha Isch in the first Psalm Beatus Vir A thousand Blessings crown his Head Or how it could come into his Mind to fancy the dreadful Sound of the last Trumpet in the word Mischphat which signifies in that place no more then an Assembly which is plain from its being coupled with the word Gnadath which signifies Caetus Or lastly how could he extract such an effluvium from the first words of the second Psalm Lummat Ragschou Goiim ou leummim yehegou Rik God's wife Decrees are fix'd and strong As his Eternal Throne Why then should Heathen Fools so long His Sacred Power disown Vain are their hopes vain every thought And all their words are vain For what Gods mighty Hands have wrought God's mighty Hands maintain What is this to the Purpose nothing I 'm sure to the Text And besides the Elegancy of the double expostulation is lost Such Paraphrases as these rather mislead then Instruct And therefore Benedicat Deus operi Authori. Paraphrases are nothing to our Business There is in the last place a small Specimen printed for the Company of Stationers for the reforming of old Sternhold and Hopkins but it begins so unfortunately that I dà re be bold to assert that the Honour of reforming those Authors is not reserv'd for that Gentleman For the first Psalm instead of being reform'd is render'd ten times worse then it was before There is such a Hysteron Proteron in the two first Lines that stumsently bles you at the very Threshold and presently calls for a Candle to light you to the Sence The Man is blest by ill advice To walk who doth forbear The rest is much of the same Form and Stile from whence we may safely conclude that the Expressions of Sternhold and Hopkins are too beggarly already to want any more Patching It may be objected in defence of these Gentlemen that they condescend to a mean and vulgar way of expressing themselves for the better understanding of the Common People and in complyance with their Capacities But whose fault is that the People are no better taught At least I am sure it would be much more for the Honour of the Publick Worship that they should be better instructed then to sing the Praises of God in undecent and incongruous Language 'T is the General Opinion that the Psalms of David in their Original Beauty were the most exalted Productions of a divine and soaring Genius and withal the Perfection of the Hebrew Idiome and that they were inrich'd with a Copious and Eloquent Conciseness which our Modern Languages cannot reach without the help of Paraphrase and Circumlocutions However those two Assistances are very warily to be made use of by no means too profusely yet so as to supply the vacuums of our own Language with those Beauties of the English Idiom which come the nearest to the Grandeur of Style and Meaning of the Author And to this a due Consideration of the Subject of the Psalm and the Occasion of the Author's writing it and the Connexion and Coherence of the Sentences will very much contribute 'T is true that there are some of these Psalms that are written with a plainness befitting the Subjects of Penitence Prayer and Confession On the other side there are others so truly Poetical and full of sublime Rapture that if they be not follow'd with a Spirit and a Fancy in some measure adequate they must of necessity loose their Luster Seeing therefore that Specimens are come into the Mode and that so many have so good an Opinion of themselves as to believe their Offerings worthy of the Publick View I thought it now my time to be not Semper Auditor tantum especially having by me so many as I have of David's Psalms some long since Translated and others of ◠later Date I know I shall not wait for Censure having adventur'd to pass my Judgment so freely upon others But for that my Years and Education may in some measure bear me out The Method which I took that I might avoid the Rock which others had dash'd against was in the first place to throw off the Shackles of Rhime a weight that lyes a little too heavy upon Fancy and Invention but which I would never be a Slave to In the next place I had the Assistance of the Original it self the Latin and Greek Versions together with the Chaldee Paraphrase all which I examin'd with the best Judgment I had Nor was I without the two English Translations not refusing to look upon Sternhold and Hopkins sometimes whether by accident or no not far distant sometimes from the Point As for my Talent in Poetry I leave that with the rest for others to judge of Only this I must add that whoever he be who has not that Talent in some measure above N. B. and N. T. whatever his other Properties or Perfections are shall never obtain much Credit by Translating David's Psalms I will not insist upon the Vse and Benefit of the Singing Psalms in Churches which would savour too much of inclining to Self-interest 'T is sufficiedt for me that the Church of England has approv'd the Custome and given 'em admission into their Congregations And truly since the Voices of the People are so much reform'd to what they have been by the many Organs set up in several Churches in this Ciry 't is but Reason that the Words they Sing should be reform'd as well By whomsoever it be done I shall not envy that Honour to the Person who does it as it should be Nevertheless as I have shewd my self ready to serve the Publick I should account it among the greatest Felicities of my Life if such a Work as this should Crown the end of my Days PSALM I. BLest is the Man who in the Paths Of Sinners never stray'd Nor listen'd to the Scorners Charms By wicked Counsel sway'd But in the Law of God the Lord Doth place his whole Delight And to observe his pure Commands Doth labour Day and Night He shall be like a goodly Tree That by the water grows Whose timely fruit makes early hast To ease the tender Boughs His verdant Leaf shall never fade But Winter's rage withstand For still desir'd Success shall crown Whate'er he takes in hand But no such fixed Happiness Shall the ungodly find They 're like the Chaff blown from the Earth By every gust of Wind Nor shall the wicked dare to stand Where God-like Justice pleads Among the Righteous still afraid To shew their guilty Heads For the Omnipotent well knows The ways of righteous Men But in their bold career destroys The Scoffers hateful Train PSALM II. WHY do the Heathen drunk with rage Such frantick uproars make Why do the People vain designs So vainly undertake The Kings and Rulers of the Earth In deep contrivance bold Against the Lord and David's Throne A solemn League do hold
didst prove my Heart And saw st my Innocence For I resolv'd my wary Lips Should utter no Offence Whate'er the wicked did advise Thy Precepts guided me For led by them I ever shun'd The Paths of Cruelty Preserve me in thy Holy Paths O thou most faithful Guide That while I walk the ways of Truth My Feet may never slide I call'd upon thee for said I My God will surely hear Hear me O God and to my words Bow down thy Gracious Ear. Shew us thy wondrous Mercy thou The World 's great Governour And save thy People from the Proud That spurn against thy Power Keep me O Lord as thou wouldst keep The Apple of thine Eye Under the Shadow of thy Wings Let me in Safety lye Protected from the Hate of men That would my Life confound From those that greedy of my Soul Each Day beset me round Second Part. In their own Fat and Plenty clos'd They boast their high Success And pamper'd with their cursed Wealth Their Scorn of thee express Way-laying us on every side With restless toyl they lye Fixing their Eyes upon the ground Our private Steps to spie So hunts the Lyon all the Night His hunger to allay So hunts the eager Lyon's Whelp For his unwary Prey Up Lord and disappoint their Rage And my sad Soul set free From thy consuming Sword the Sword Of them that evil be From Men the fatal Instruments Of thy avenging Ire From Men that in this World possess Their cruel Heart's Desire For whose supply the secret Earth Her treasures opens wide From whence their pamper'd Appetites Are duly satisfy'd Whose Offspring greatly numerous Yet have their ample Shares And their divided Substance leave In plenty to their Heirs But as for me in Righteousness Let me behold thy Face And waking of thy Glory full Let me thy Love embrace PSALM XVIII THee will I love O Lord my Strength My Rock and my Defence My Soul's support my God my Might My only Confidence The Shield that doth preserve my Life From frequent Dangers free My saving Health and Refuge still In all Adversity The Pangs of Death environ'd me On every side distress'd The wicked like the rowling Waves To my Destruction press'd The Chains of Death about my Life Were like a Circle thrown Entangl'd in the Snares of Death My hopes were almost gone Then did I cry unto my God And call upon his Name He heard my soon-admitted Voice That from his Altar came Then trembl'd the amazed Earth As with an Ague shook Their deep Foundations the high Hills With suddain fear forsook His kindled Wrath sent forth a Cloud Whose substance brightly burn'd And in his Fury Coals of Fire The Hills to Ashes turn'd Then the wide Arch of Heav'n he bow'd And gloriously came down While Darkness hover'd underneath The Footstool of his Throne High mounted on the Cherubims He pranc'd the lofty Air While on their Wings th' obedient Winds Th' Illustrious Chariot bare Second Part. Then in the Region of the Clouds He pitch'd his gloomy Tent And as a Curtain round him drew The watry Firmament But when he purpos'd that the World His Brightness should admire Those Clouds to wondrous Meteors turn'd Of Hail and Coals of Fire The ratling Thunder loudly then Brake through the vaulted Sky And through the spacious Air was heard The Voice of the most High He sent his Lightnings and dispers'd His Foes of Succour void Nor ceas'd he to increase those Flames Till they were all destroy'd Th' affrighted Sea at his Rebuke Her Channel then display'd And where the World's Foundations were In vast Abysses laid His Angels from their starry Seats Came down by his Command And from the Surges of the Deep They drew me safe on Land He sav'd me from my strongest Foes That bare me deadly Spight Depriv'd of other Force to shun The Pressure of their Might Prevented by their crafty Hate I saw my Ruin near But my Upholder was the Lord Who led me out of fear He brought me to a spacious Place A place of Liberty He brought me forth to shew the World How much he favour'd me According to my Righteousness The Lord did me reward And to the pureness of my Hands His Mercy had regard Third Part. Because I walked in the ways Most pleasing to the Lord Nor in contempt of his Commands Forsook his Holy Word For every Day and every Hour His Laws before me lay His Statutes did I not contemn Nor vainly cast away And in my Duty to my God I kept my self upright Shuning those Pleasures whose soft Charms My Frailty did invite Therefore according to my Truth The Lord did me reward And to the cleanness of my Hands His Favour had regard To them that Holy are will He As pure and Holy prove And be upright to the Upright That labour for his Love He will be likewise justly true Unto the pure in Mind But to the Froward and Perverse As dangerously unkind Thus to the Humble and the Poor His favour shall be shown But as for proud and Haughty looks They shall be soon cast down The Lord shall make my Taper yield A clear and distant Light My day redawning shall no more Give way to irksome Night For I assisted by my God Have mighty Hosts subdu'd And mounting Walls of dreadful Height Have slain a Multitude The ways of God are Uncorrupt His Faith is purely try'd To Mortal Men a sure defence Who in his Faith abide For who is God besides the Lord Our King and Governour And who is mighty save our God The Fountain of all Power Fourth Part. 'T is God that Girds me round with Strength And lades me with renown While all my dangerous Attempts Desir'd successes Crown He made me for the Race of War Then is the Roe more Fleet And on the Highest places set My soon Victorious Feet My hands he teaching how to fight Gives courage to my skill And He enabling my strong Arm Can break a Bow of steel The shield of thy All-saving Might Thou gav'st me from on high And thy Right Hand preserves me still Among the Troops that dye When Thou in Battel for my steps Mad'st room among the slain In Heat of all Incounters safe My feet thou didst sustain Then I pursu'd my Enemies And took'em in the Chace Nor would retire till they were all Consum'd before my face The wounds I gave them soar and deep Disabl'd 'em to rife Under my feet their sullen Pride Now in dishonour lyes In Battel girded with thy strength I fought my daring Foes And by thy Aid fubdu'd they fell That did my power oppose With Broaken Limbs they groveling lay Submissive to my will That all my stubborn Enemies I then might save or kill For succour loudly then they cry'd But there was none to save Ev'n to God they made their Moans But He no Answer gave Fifth Part. Then did I pound'em small as dust That flies before the Wind And trod 'em on the Ground like Clay