waies 37 And I by thine auspicious hand Pursue my foes breake their arraies And take them when as they disband Nor do I back returne before Their daring minds are brought so low As though at first they threatned sore Their courage cool'd it was not so 38 And at my feet down let them fall That they may neuer rise againe Nor with their armes or engines all Repaire the losse that they sustaine 39 Thou through my members mak'st to flow A liuely vigour and hast steel'd My nerues with strength and do'st me show The art to march in Mars his field And me who dares come to defie 40 Thou lai'st him groueling on the ground And mak'st my foes for feare to flye And none to heare their yelling sound 41 And so of Thee if they craue aide Thou turn'st thine eare from their request 42 And as the Noth-winde hardly laide Driues to and fro and giues no rest Vnto a cloud of dust so I My foes disrankt force to retire And trample on them as they lie As in foule waies men stampe the mire 43 Me from the vulgar rout thou tak'st Free from their base and surly aw And as for my proud foes thou mak'st Me put a snaffle in their iaw To creep and crouch my grace to seek 44 Thou mak'st the Nations come from far Fame strikes a palenesse in the cheek And daunted at my name they ar 45 With words compos'd to gaine them grace Their oylye tongues do smoothly flow Nor thinke themselues safe in a place Whose strength is such as feares no foe 46 Be to the Lord rule honour praise Who shields me circled with his might Whose hand of help to health doth raise My weakned lims from Deaths neere spight 47 Who with reuenging armes in hand Makes me confound what 's lewd and ill And makes that whilst none dare withstand The people yeeld all to my will And on his word He bid me cast All feare aside of blustring warre And when the bounds of awe be past And rage doth raise a ciuill iarre 48 He guardes me from the rebell rout As in a morter pounded small He beats the plots they fetch about The filthy froth of their foule gall 46 Then to the neighb'ring cities I Will wide thy noble acts extend And sacred Sire thy praise shall flye Sung by my Muse to the worlds end 50 Who bidd'st the King rest safe and sound Nor be dismaid with crosse successe And mak'st him with worlds wealth abound And with much kindnesse do'st professe That him and his till time haue end Closs'd in thin armes thou wilt defend PSAL. XIX YOu senslesse race selfe-seeming wise Though impious errour darke your sights Yet see with eye and mind the skies Bespangled with a world of lights Hence learne his art whose hand adornes And in a vault of fiery flames His temples plac'd whose bending hornes Compasse the seas and lands wide frames 2 Where enter change of night and day By constant course doth teach below That mortall things which soone decay Not here by chance but counsell goe Where eu'ry part plac'd in due frame Sounds Gods all guarding powerfull hand 3 And whisper not but cry the same That all that heares may vnderstand 4 For in the worlds remotest parts No sauage Nation dwells so far Whose eies see not and makes their hearts Confesse the Heau'ns right guided ar Who when at night no clouds be neare Doth not bright-shining stars admire 5 Or when he sees the Sun appeare Mounting his chariot red as fire When rowsed from his Easterne bed His orient looks show bride-groome like Glittring in gold and on his head A crowne whose sparkes amazement strike Or when he gallops in his race And cuts the time in equall shares In lims and strength and fiercer pace Most Giant-like He furious fares 6 Who from the East to'h Western gole Doth passing by the oblique signes With heate giue all a quickning soule And keepes in state that none declines 7 But the due course and comely grace Of other things draw not our sight As doth his law where it takes place Guide by close raines mens mindes aright Whose promises which constant stand By light of truth confirme the mind 8 And by whose sweet sin-wounding hand More gaine than paine or losse we find And of his lawes the sacred lights Vnuaile the minds and bodies eies 9 And faith profest with holy rites Drawes awefull feare that neuer dies 10 And right and conscious truth in brasse Do keep thy statutes all enrol'd Which hony do in sweetnesse passe And better are than gems or gold 11 Engrauen in his inmost parts Thy seruant keepes them night and day And knowes that they whose faithfull hearts Preserue them shall haue full full-pay 12 His wandring waies who calls to mind What force of wit can finde them out Then purge the soiles which sin by kind A winding Serpent shedds about 13 Let not the force of surly pride Hold now the raines and rule my heart So shalt thou soone loose me fast ti'd With worst of ills bound eu'ry part 14 The words which from my tongue do flow What inlye doth my mind record Benignely heare O Thee I know My strength my Sauiour God and Lord. PSAL. XX. THough that the mad and bloudy sauage rout With sword and flame rage spoiling far and wide Yeeld not but goe more daring on and stout He 'l heare thy praiers who the round globe doth guide And as He good and milde heard in distresse Iacob when He with hands to Heau'n cri'de lowd 2 So will he thee and his wide power expresse And free thee from thy foes though ne're so proud With secret force He will giue thee full strength From out the sacred temple where he dwels Thy drooping heart He will confirme at length From Sion hill where his high power excells 3 He thy desires will blesse and keep in mind The free oblations of thy purer hand Thy offrings shall with him faire passage find Nor shall thy slaughtred beasts a minute stand Before the greedy flames on them haue fed And rais'd their bloudy colours in the skies 4 He 'l crowne thy hopes and all shall soone be sped As thou thy selfe could'st wish or best deuise 5 The Lord to vs return'd will we applaud And serue our owne God with his own due rites Each place shall thanks and to Gods name giue laud Assign'd for sacred vse gaine or delights What so with hallow'd lips we humbly craue He of his grace will giue his free consent All shall a good and happy issue haue Nor shall iust praiers fall short of their intent 6 I know nor doth my Calender deceiue The Lord his King in safety backe will guide Nor shall his hand his pow'rfull hand thee leaue When He Heauens sacred temple opens wide 7 Let Syria brag and troop her Chariot bands Arm'd with sharp siths vpon the axeltree And on her courser which on no ground stands Stamps and cornets let Persias boldnesse be
vnwares crush'd with his proud arm 11 He argues thus with reasons wanting weight That God his wrongs doth neither see nor know Doth He enthrond in clouds of supreme height Behold the right and wrong done here below Can man conceiue so high maiestick power With smiles or frowns on earth to laugh or lowre 12 Vp Lord and lift thy sacred hand on high And with thy powerfull sword pierce thou his side Nor let thou him in dark obliuion lie Whose pious heart doth in thy feare abide Extend thy grace and deale thy iustice so As meek men may haue blisse and proud men wo. 13 Ah shall the more then madnesse of lewd men Contemne thee thus and set thy will at naught And dare to mutter in their secret den That God for humane things doth take no thought Thus when their mouths are clos'd and dare not speak Their hollow hearts are ful of thinks leak 14 Thou seest without within thou vew'st all things And vnder thy sharp hand shall lewd men fall That by affliction which true insight brings This lesson they may learne that ruling all Thou sleight'st not poor mens griefe nor toils neglect'st But left to thee the Orphanes thou protect'st 15 Break thou the force of the vngodly wight And coole the fury of his gracelesse mind Till he and all the branches of his might Be broken downe nor root be left behind That he nor they may in the limits stand And compasse of the Ocean-bounded land 16 Thus thou the Lord of time till time haue end Shalt rule and raigne sole Monarch ouer all And from the land to which thy bounds extend Shalt chase the Nations that do lewdly fall To impious rites and set thy law aside That banish'd they may vanish with their pride 17 These vowes the men o're-whelm'd with crosse affaires These praiers they poure forth with reu'rence due And spurgald with the pricks of deep despaires With brinish teares to thee these humbly sue For whom haue they in Heauen Earth but thee That with a power supreme canst set them free 18 To loose the poore whom beasts do pitty more From the dire bands of mens all-daring might That man who doth his arme of flesh adore May strike his sailes and leaue his fury quite When he beholds and conscious is within Of his fraile state the web of his foule sin PSAL. XI VVHen I haue hope safe harbor to attain And for my starre on Heauens great Lord relie Like frighted fowle which would the couert gaine You bid mee to the rockes for safety flie 2 Behold you see the impious man doth bend His threatning bow and makes his shafts to wound The harmelesse soule and closely doth attend To murder those whose fearelesse hearts are sound 3 But thou great King with thy all-conqu'ring hand The rebells tam'st and dost diuert their will Who mad with rage vexe those who humbly stand At thy deuotion and deserue no ill 4 God who in Heau'ns eternall temples dwels And doth in his star-spangled throne appeare With his trans-piercing eies whose sight excells Viewes all the acts are represented here 5 From his all-seeing eie nor wrong nor right Can hidden be but those who beate their braines To compasse mischiefe He who rules with might And right combind hates all their cunning traines 6 He showreth downe on their detested heads His wide spread nets and thundring tempests casts With sulpher mixt which the proud'st scorner dreads To scorch them here whose burning euer lasts 7 But he that fosters right himselfe most right With sacred loue doth vpright men embrace And sets before his euerlasting sight The rightfull conscience where no guile hath place PSAL. XII HElpe Sauiour helpe and be not thou auerse Since virgin Faith fall'n now in mens disgrace 2 Expuls'd is gone and Truth flees all commerce And naked shuns the Earths disguised race Now eu'ry man doth entertaine his friend With words the scum and fume of idle brains And cloakes the wrongs which falser hearts entend With lies which smooth dissimulation fains 3 Deceitfull mouthes whence sugred poison flowes Let God confound and plucke out root and all The tongue that doth the hearts base births disclose And speakes great things although it selfe be small 4 And perish they with brasen browes who say What should we feare come let vs sweare and lye That periury by custome bearing sway Our tongues may venture on all villany No Lord I think hath any thing to shew My free borne tongue in vassalage to hold Nor lock my lips nor bar my language so As not to range at pleasure vncontrold 5 But God that heares the plaints of poor distress'd And burthen-bearing soules that sigh for griefe Arise will I saith He and them oppress'd Securely place in harbour of reliefe 6 This saith the Lord and what from him proceeds His faith is fixt like gold which seuen-times tri'de By purging fire no more refining needs When smoke and ashes do the drosse diuide 7 Then mindfull of thy promise Lord restraine The cure-lesse poison of a cursed tongue And thou the worlds best Sentinell containe The viperous race that we may not be stongue 8 For lewd men now giue law and measure right By their owne foot and dominering will And gouern'd by their disproportion'd might The best men feare the doomes of men most ill PSAL. XIII HOw long wilt thou who guid'st our cōmon helm Neglect my cause as one forsaken quite Wilt thou leaue me whom swelling surges whelm Wrapt in obliuions euerlasting might How long wilt thou in fierce displeasure hide Thy louely face and gracefull eye from me How long shall vexing cares which draw aside My mind from rest my soules companions be 2 How long shall my grieu'd heart with rougher waues In seas of deep afflictions thus be tost How long shall my proud foes who are sins slaues Thus triumph ouer me as all were lost 3 Great Regent of the world behold and see Assist me and infuse thy sacred light Lest Death with his long sleepe do ceaze on me And close mine eies and bid the Sun good night 4 Let not my foe brag in his haughty pride That he hath crusht me with his brawny armes And who hate truth and cannot me abide Haue they no cause to triumph at my harmes 5 Thou do'st with hope refresh my drooping heart Whose help extends it selfe to all my vaines When I am safe because thou took'st my part Thy name great King I 'le sing with lofty straines PSAL. XIIII PRoud Pollicy now making Vice his minion Inly conceiu'd thus mutters his opinion And saith that feare which keeps the mind in aw Bred of the froth of melancholy braines Hath made a God and giuen him the raines Whilst whirling Chance giues all the world the law Then did Iniquity that feares no rod Wallow in sins as if there were no God And no man had a will to follow right 2 But Heauens great Lord cast down his eie to view Who would whilst
lands behind Of rightfull heires to be possest 12 The gracelesse man doth spread his net The good with cunning to ensnare And his enuenom'd tushes whet Chaf'd with despight and fretfull care 13 But God beholds this from his throne And laughes to scorne these threats so vaine For he fore-sees he soone must groane Vpon the rack of tort'ring paine 14 The wicked man doth draw his sword And bends his bow to take his marke At him who 's iust in deed and word The humble Deere in Gods owne parke 15 But his drawne sword with edge reuers'd Shall wound his master with the blow His shaft in vaine made to haue pierc'd Shall breake asunder with his bow 16 Plaine homely stuffe falne to thy lot By a faire course shall grace thee more Then all the lothed spoiles ill-got By rich men pillaging the poore 17 Extortious goods the Iudge of right Shall scatter wide and bring to dust The mountaines of these men of might And with his right hand guard the iust 18 God fosters those who harmlesse be And what they haue his grace assures Their birth-right too by his decree Beyond the date of daies endures 19 When plaguy boiles and furious armes Doe all the world with rage infest Then he whose hand is free from harmes Shall not with pining dearth be prest 20 But impious men ' gainst heauen that fight Shall perish quite without delay And vanish in the smoke so light As fat of Lambes that melt away 21 Vnrighteous men nor giue nor lend But borrow and not pay againe When frugally the lust doe spend And portions for the poore retaine 22 The Iust mans friends shall free dispose Possessions to their hopefull breed When as the seed of his proud foes Shall want a root the stock to feed 23 The Lord loues Iust men and sustaines Their steps in all the wayes of right 24 His right hand them from slips restraines And if they fall they fall not quite 25 I was a childe now aged growne Yet neuer saw in all this space The iust man left nor his haue knowne To beg their bread from place to place 26 The righteous man in time of need Vnto the poore doth lend and giue Yet leaues to them that shall succeed Enough whereby they richly liue 27 Eschew the wrong and winding waies And follow right as heauen shall guide So whilst the Sunne with golden rayes Directs the day thine shall abide 28 The Lord takes truth and right to heart And neuer honest men forsakes But they that from his wayes depart Their fruitlesse seed no rooting takes 29 The Iust man that is faire possest Of lands of goods of hoofe or horne Both he and his shall see it blest While day and night haue euen and morne 30 Wisedome and Truth doe still abide Within the lips of honest men 31 And heauens iust lawes in heart reside To keepe their feet from Errours denne 32 When impious men watch very neere To bring the iust man to his end 33 Then God who sees his cause is cleare From vniust doome will him defend 34 Hope thou in God his lawes ensue Then great in wealth and high in place Hee 'll giue thee helpe and health to view Thy foes to fall before thy face 35 I saw great men as fresh and tall As bayes that growes by 'th riuer ride Who whilst they will or would haue all Goe strouting out with swelling pride 36 I turn'd my eye and loe the shape And substance gone of all their glory Their boundlesse pow'r which naught could scape Left but their fall to tell their story 37 Behold the state and stately traine Of men vpright whose lowly mind Crown'd with content endures no paine And in old age sweet quiet find 38 But factious men for mischiefe prest Their glasse soone's run and pleasure past An end which suites with all the rest Concludes their loathed life at last 39 The iust man casts his anchor deepe Of solid Hope in heau'n aboue Which steddy doth the righteous keepe That earth nor hell can him remoue 40 The Lord giues aid to those that craue And from all harmes he sets them cleare Who him entrust with all they haue What man can doe they need not feare PSAL. XXXVIII COrrect me not Lord in thy burning ire Who mad'st and rul'st the vniuersall masse Though I deserue what Iustice may require Yet let not Fury on my Iudgement passe 2 The arrowes deepe within my entrailes sticke Which thy right hand did leuell at my heart Thy wrath so gaules my conscience so doth pricke And forc'd by them feare seizeth eu'ry part 3 That in my wounded soule no peece is free From mortall sins which so waste all within As that my bones their ioints so loosened be Haue suckt the poison of infecting sin 4 Of sin that doth ingulfe me in the maine And if my head aboue the waues but peepe Or that I doe but striue to rise againe It weighes me like a stone downe to the deepe 5 The new skinn'd skarres of my old wounds renew'd Spue out foule matter and with paine brought low 6 With anguish and long lying vglie hu'd The worst and last of ills surcharge my woe 7 The plague-fore hid within my belly boiles Nor any part without is free from paine 8 So weake am I and broken too with toiles That day and night I am enforc'd to plaine And made to yeeld vnto my pressing ills My heart doth cry and like a Lion roare 9 Thou Monarch of the world whose power all fils Know'st what my soule desires and sighes implore 10 My trembling heart and troubled mind with feare Doe beat and pant the iuice that all parts fed And vigour spent no force is left to cheare My members stricken with a palsie dead My eyes now drawing tow'rds their euening cloud 11 Neere neighbors deere friends neerer bound By deerer linke of blood me disauow'd And all cry'd faugh lothing my parts vnsound 12 But that proud crue still ready for my ill Deuising wrong with vtmost maine and might Spread their slye nets and that they hold on still And impious fraud assaid they day and night 13 14 In the meane while like him was deafe mute I stone-still stood and silence kept as one Who wanted words and reasons to confute Obiected crimes and could reply to none 15 Whose power rules all O guide me with thy grace 16 In thee my hope is fixt then let not pride With scorne insult to see my dolefull case Or foes triumph if foot but slip aside 17 I ready am thy sturdy stroaks to beare My skin swels with the markes still black and blue Rent as a plow share doth the furrowes teare So in long streakes it shewes a bloody hue 18 My sins I know deserue deserue the wound And worthily I all these plagues sustaine 19 But still my foe my cruell foe gets ground The faction too doth strength and courage gaine 20 They liue and liuing sprout and beare
One and forty DIVINE ODES ENGLISHED SET TO KING DAVIDS Princely Harpe By S. P. L. LONDON Printed by M. F. 1627. AN ASSAY OR BVCHANAN HIS PARAPHRASE ON THE FIRST twentie Psalmes of DAVID TRANSLATED LONDON Printed by R. Y. for Richard Moore in St. Dunstones Church-yard in Fleetstreet 1627. TO THE KING His most excellent MAIESTIE A King put in a baser weeede And brought vnto your Princely view Some man that may misdeem the deed And doubt some danger to ensue Will say that no disguise is good For Kings or for the Royall blood But Sir by blessed proofe we finde Cloathes change the man but not the minde With Him Heau'ns darling then aduise Who though disguis'd will not disguise VRANIA to the King Descended first of Kingly blood Bequeath'd since to your royall race More humbly-bold in hope I stood Of entertainment with your Grace And though disroab'd by this am knowne I sing Iehouahs name alone PSALM I. O Blessed He whom from the sacred way Lewd mens contagion hath not swai'd aside Nor errors paths hath trod nor made his stay In scorners trade set in their chaire of pride 2 But who to th' track of better life enur'd Doth on Gods Law his time and spirits spend 3 Hee like a tree which sunne and winde endur'd Low on a banke set by the streames shall send His branches wide which in abundance yeeld And blesse the Planter with faire fruit nor showes His flowring bloomes but to adorne the field And mocke the Master while it fruitlesse growes 4 It fares not so with them who void of grace Like out-lawes sleight the Heauens they soon shall flie As dust which with the whirle-wind leaues his place And mounting capers in the vaulted skie As if the winde did take a sport to see It dancing there and making many a round 5 But when the Iudge of right shall seated be On a faire cloud his head with glory crown'd And holds his Scepter in his royall hand To iudge the world of sinne then shall not proud Iniquity in publick presence stand Nor shew her face where iust men are allow'd 6 For Heauens great King knowes their vnspotted way Viewes all their hearts and all enclos'd therin And those that in blinde errors by-paths stray Shall perish with their crooked waies of sinne PSAL. II. VVHy doe the Nations rage and raise the cry And headlong run in a tumultuous fright Their threats why dart the people at the skie With tyrants why conspire the men of might All ' gainst the Lord and his Anointed plot When all in vaine their proiects prosper not Why burst we not couragiously they say And free vs from their bonds that yoke our necks But God in Heauen who all on earth doth sway Laughs at their pride and their vain threatning checks Then wretched them He in his rage wil cal And marre their plots when fury flames his gall I will saith He encircle with a crowne My sacred King that plac'd on Sion hill He may giue Law inuested with renowne And through the world spread wide my royall will Thou art my Son thus said the Lord to me Of Heau'nly seed this day begat I thee Aske Thou and haue in tenure of free-hold As my sole Heire what Earth and Sea containe That what the Heauens in their wide armes infold May all be thine and Thou as Monarch raigne And with an iron Scepter rule and bray Th' insulting proud as Pipkins made of clay But you who haue the honour to discerne And iudge the Nations by the doome of Law Dispell the clouds of error while you learne Truth from aboue and serue the Lord in awe And you Earth's gods who rule with sou'raign might Be wise your selues see the rest do right Serue God with feare and finding sweet content Ioyne with your ioy that awe to him is due That you may kisse his Son whom He hath sent Lest whilst you stray rage and reuenge pursue Soon when iust wrath his flames ' gainst sin shall throw How happy they who hope in him you 'l know PSAL. III. AH what a rout viewd either by the poll Or by the bulk vexe me with deadly hate How many troupes doe their lewd names enroll Conspiring all against my life and state Whilst they dare say No hopes at all remaine In God for him He lookes for help in vaine When yet in combate often my soule bleedes And thou me shield'st that no force beates me down When all my praise and worth from thee proceedes When thou with glory do'st my temples crowne When in the night I doe thy grace recount And God my God heares from his holy Mount Then cleere from cares I lye and take my rest And rise againe as safe and free from feare Whilst He doth guard no fright inuades my breast Though endlesse troupes of armed foes be neere When all fell Nations bandy against me Thou Lord wilt leade the point to set me free And thou wilt breake the iaw-bones of my foes And dash their teeth out with thine angry fist But thou the hope of all our safe repose Whilst thou alone do'st all mishaps resist Thy people in thine armes of loue embrace And guard them with thy wonted hand of grace PSAL. IIII. VVHo mad'st and rul'st aboue below Angells and gods of mortall kinde And conscious of my thoughts do'st know The cleerer current of my minde Who in a safe and spacious plaine When I in straights doe sue for aide Do'st leade me forth set free againe Whilst counsell failes my selfe vnstaid Propitious with thine eare of grace Heare calmly what I iustly vow Giue way and welcome to my case Whom hatefull spight beleaguers now 3 O mindes of men enuolu'd in vaine And idle shadowes that deceiue Why will you not haue me to raigne Whilst you of rest your selues bereaue 4 Beleeue at length I tell you true Whom God hath chose from all the rest And grac'd him more than was his due No man can hurt whom he hath blest The Lord did heare me when I cri'd And laid before him my sad case Nor helpe I crau'd hath he deni'd Or hath shut vp his gate of grace 5 Then wretched you Gods awefull might Recount at length and cease to sinne And cast in silent bed at night The day and all that past therein 6 'T is not the entrals of a beast Wherein the Lord doth liking finde A faithfull heart he makes his feast And best accepts a guiltlesse minde If this thou to the Altar bring And offer it with due regard If Truth be true from Heauens great King Thou maist expect a rich reward 7 The most of men growne out of kinde Affect proud wealth which they adore 8 But when thy beames on me haue shin'd With smiling looks I seek no more Let others loade their barnes with corne And with sweet wine their cellars fill With gold cramm'd vp in plenties horne Let them haue all they wish or will 9 But free from cares I 'le take
my rest And with sweet sleepes will spend the night With hope from Heauen thou steelst my breast And shieldst me safe Lord with thy might PSAL. V. WHose supreme power o're all extends Benignely Lord my praiers heare And with a calme and facile eare Receiue the plaines which sorrow sends 2 When loud I call attentiue see How my full vaines distend my heart My God and King alone thou art And in distresse I serue but thee 3 Lord heare me when I early cry For while pure vowes cheere hopes within I 'le call on thee ere beames begin To sparkle from the Suns bright eie 4 Thou God who lou'st a pious minde And hat'st the filth of impious rites Let him whose soule in sin delights Hopelesse of thee no fauour finde 5 Arm'd wrong flies from thy dreadfull sight 6 Who art a foe to bloud and fraud The glozing tongue that doth applaud Foule falshood thou wilt cut out quite 7 Since on thy grace I Lord relie Thy sacred gates will I draw neere And to thy Temple goe with feare And send pure vowes to thee on high 8 That I my foese slinets may finde Thou God of Right thy light display And in a darke and doubtfull way Direct my steps which else are blinde 9 Truth shuns the lips of my proud foes Whilst filth and fraud keep th' inner roomes Their throates smell worse than rotten toombes Their tongues with honied poison gloze And inly minde closely to wound 10 O God the source whence all things spring Destroy the wicked Nation bring Their drifts to naught and who dost found And foster all confound the vaine And idle plots they vndertake Quite roote them out who thee forsake And due to sin feele they the paine 11 But by thy grace Lord guarded still Let them be glad who fixe on thee Their hopes alone and fearelesse free Adore thy Name and euer will 12 Pure mindes to Heauen which homage yeeld Thou cheer'st with treasures from thy store And when refresh'd they need no more Thy fauour shades them like a shield PSAL. VI. WHilst anger boiles and rage inflames thy gall Correct me not though sin for vengeance call Whilst fury burnes and runs a swifter pace To bring fell plagues on body soule and all Spare spare me Lord whom griefe doth so appall Lay iustice by and vse thy hand of grace My force is spent my bones the bodies stay â—aile since their nerues are loos'd where vigour lay 3 And care doth vexe my troubled spirit sore â—ow long wilt thou neglect and keep away And leaue me on the rack vext night and day Come now and me from deaths fell iawes restore 5 When he hath once ceaz'd with his griping paw Not leauing one poore puffe of breath to draw Who thinkes on thee Ah no it it too late Wrapt vp in mold made subiect to deaths law Where men are like those births that no Sun saw Who there thy Name shall sing or praise relate 6 When in the night my grieued soule agast Breathes forth deepe sighes as if she breath'd her lasâ— With weeping eies I wash my mournefull bed That all the cloathes which on my couch are cast Are wet with teares which trickle downe so fast As if a shower of raine powr'd from my head 7 My fight once quick her vertue now hath spent With gripes of griefe and pining discontent The liuely vigour of my limmes is gone Whilst that my foes their wiles applauding went And for their plots which nought but mischief men In my fresh checkes now ruddy hue is none 8 The cursed crue Ah you that so delight In gracelesse acts hence hence now take your flight Cast off the hopes which you conceiu'd in vaine 9 God calmely heard the roarings of my spri't And though you grieue and enuy at the sight He heard my vowes and rais'd me vp againe 10 Let sodaine shame mine enemies disgrace The guilty blush let it confound their face Let infamy which them to horror driues Make pale their lookes to shew their dolefull case And in their hearts let tort'ring griefe take place Who fled and left me like base fugitiues PSAL. VII SInce I in thee my safties hope haue plac'd Great Keeper of all things in this our All â—n their fell iawes who alwaies me disgrac'd Lord let not thou let not thy seruant fall Like sauage beasts more like than ciuill men They plot my death deuising how and when If none doe come and take my cause in hand â—s a fierce Lion teares the harmlesse Sheepe Who at first fight affrighted doe disband â—o my fell foe who wakes whilst others sleepe Will rend my limmes whose thirst of blood is suâ—â— He sheds if guiltlesse he cares not how much If he accus'd whose faith had tainelesse stood Nor lying lips had warp'd and wou'n false crimes If I haue wrought them ill who meant but good Or spar'd not those who harm'd me many times 5 Me let my foe pursue and ouertake And taken foile and foild his foot-ball make â—nd let him tread and trample in the mire â—y Diadem the ensigne of my pride But Lord arise let rage and lewd desire Of my proud foes thy mercy laid aside Incense thee to iust ire rise Lord and pay Thy vowd reuenge to those who Truth betray Arise and let thy sacred Maiesty His beames display and all parts ouerspread And let all people to their Parlies hie And thee proclaime their fire and supreme Head Thou whose strong hand holds all the Scepters herâ— 8 And vindicates the sins done eu'ry where Reuenge my wrong if rightly I implore With hallow'd mouth and mind plagues on my foâ—â— 9 O thou iust Iudge who knows our thoughts befoâ—â— We speake or thinke whose eie doth all disclose Batter and bruise lewd mens all-daring lust Whilst grace supports and animates the iust 10 I scorne all foes if God be on my side 11 Who takes delight where Candor takes her seaâ— In mindes that haue nor welts nor guards of pride And godly men protects when dangers threate And not by fits but by a fixt decree Menaceth death to those that impious be 12 If stiffe my foe stands in his vaine pretence 13 Then God soone drawes his sword he bends hiâ— bow He snatcheth vp his dart of more offence Which where it lights doth giue a dang'rous blow He whets his shafts with fury firy red That carries death on the sharp-pointed head 14 Behold who great with sin beings mischief forth And plots against my guiltlesse soule design'd He brought to light things that were little worth Like fancies which affright a sleeping mind 15 He digg'd a pit and closely laide his gin But missing me himselfe was caught therein 16 On his owne head shall all his follies fall And where they heed shall all his mischiefes light 17 Then free from feare and enuies bitter gall I 'le sing of thee and thine impartiall right And glorious name O thou all-ruling Lord With cheerfull mind I will thy praise record
repleat Acknowledge God who gaue them meat And of that God the praise shall sing Who enters with Maiestick grace And doth a sparke like vigour bring Into their hearts where it takes place That feare of death fled far away There lasting life with ioy should stay 27 Then shall the Earth mou'd at the fight So new and strange from pole to pole Be subiect to the God of might And of all kindreds eu'ry soule Shall kisse his feet and prostrate fall To Him alone the Lord of all 28 To whom of right by fixt decree Who euerlasting King is knowne Belongs this masse of Kingdomes three Whose triple Crowne he weares alone To heauen and hell he giues the law And all betweene he holds in awe 29 The Greatmen here that rule the rest With him as bidden guests shall sit And fill'd with sweets fed of the best Shall to his yoke their neckes submit The which because so well they fare To beare it the more willing are The poore who pin'd stands neere the graue Shall bend to him his weakned knee Whose wearied limmes no vigour haue Nor moisture left more then hath he Who lying at the point of death Is yeelding vp his fainting breath 30 Him shall the ofsprings that succeed In the long tract of time adore And tell to all their after-breed His loue to me shew'd long before This seed to him shall homage yeeld And beare his colours in the field PSAL. XXIII AT me mad dogs ah what a coile you keepe And Enuy why sett'st thou them on to baule But God keepes me as Shepheards keepe their sheepe Nor do I want nor can I want at all 2 And as a sheepe I feed which hath no spleene In pastures where the short sweet grasse doth grow And where the Spring beflowres his louely greene My wearied limmes that scarcely seru'd to goe Refresh'd againe I at full ease extend 3 The riuer cleare that gliding passeth by Vnto my fainting force doth succours send And in the Sunne when I doe parching lye As with a fanne of cooling breath alaies My drooping spirits And when my wandring minde Following the traine of pleasing Errour strayes Tendring his flocke his way he makes me find 4 And should pale Death whose haÌ„d brings yelling grief Dart at my heart when Hell blacke shades affright I 'le folow Lord where thou doest leade in chiefe Thy Shepherds staffe will guide me safe and right 5 My table thou dost with full dishes spreâ—d With sweetest wine my crowned cup o'reflowes With sense-refreshing balme thou cheer'st my head Whilst looking on griefe doth confound my foes 6 Me shall thy hand of bounty neuer leaue Nor thy good grace which good men doth attend And so till death doth me of life bereaue I in thy house my pleasant daies will spend PSAL. XXIV THe Earth is all the Lords and what beside It sparing doth conceale or bounteous giue And they are his that in wilde mountaines bide In fruitfull plaines and ciuill cities liue 2 Vpon the Sea the solid Earth he bound And firmly plac'd it in so weake a seat With ioynts so strong and all the peeces sound To bide all brunts when swelling billowes beat 3 Thus all belongs vnto the Lord by right But for himselfe he hallowed hath a place And who is he can thither clime what wight Hath leaue to stand within that court of Grace 4 Whose heart and hand is cleare nor idle dreames Possesse his mind nor who by swearing thriue Whilst his false oathes stript true men of their meanes Heau'ns Lord to him will Earths best blessings giue And by his power supreme him will he take From force and spite and all they doe or say 6 This this is Truth and this alone will make Him see Gods face This leads to heau'n the way 7 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall Gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders put aside Though strong as steele and hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage find Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 8 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare It is the Lord whose glory shines so far With wealth in peace with victory in war 9 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders lay aside Though strong as steele or hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage finde Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 10 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare He is the great Commander of the field To whose strong armes all Kings on Earth must yeeld PSAL. XXV LEt him in armes another in his traine Of courting followers trust and martiall bands But Thou who mad'st what Heau'n and Earth contain In Thee my hope in Thee my safety stands 2 Thou heauenly Sire whom I to serue haue chose Let not my hopes be vaine to please my foes 3 Some from shames confusion shalt Thou free Nor shall the blushing hue their faces staine Who fix the staffe of all their trust in thee But who loue filth and filthy will remaine With shame and griefe doe Thou their hopes abate Who haue no cause to vexe me but their hate 4 Among so many by-paths trod below Among the brambles and thicke bushes here Thy sacred way to me thy seruant show And let thy light in darknesse now appeare 5 And from the waues of Errour draw me out Which long too long haue compast me about Thence with the light of thy resplendent beames Bring me into the way of Truth and Right From thy cleare spring since all my goodnesse streames My God my stay my Sauiour and delight Then whilst alone I doe on Thee depend Let not my hopes be frustrate of their end 6. 7. Did my lifes rule by crooked vices swerue Or Errour did my slipp'ry foot betray Or did my Youth my vainer pleasures serue Yet Thou whose Grace doth thy fierce rage alay Pitie my case and what thou maist deny To my deserts yeeld to thy Clemency 8 Nor Thou the best of Good canst this refuse To giue good things to those who sue to thee And who desire the rightfull way to vse Thou wilt not faile their rule of right to be For Thou who art Truth Equity and Right Dost not as men good will with ill requite 9 Thou milde thy selfe Lord lou'st a modest mind And teachest it how to discerne the iar T'wixt good and ill which pride seeks not to find But whilst there is no concord where they are Thou by a short and safer way the while Art guide to those who haue no gall nor guile 10 Sinne thou abhorr'st yet gracious soone forgett'st Thy promises thou dost as franckly pay And sparingly thy penalties thou sett'st And whilst we not neglect but firmly stay Vpon thy sacred
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
tooth on tooth and their fell poison spue 17 O Father deare when shall this long forbaring And irksome patience haue a finall end Restraine this scoffing pride and saucy daring And me thus left let not fierce Lyons rend 18 That this by thee I may acknowledge done That now I liue and see the louely Sunne And in the solemne meetings I will sing Of Thee and of thy ready helpe to those Who call on thee the vniuersall King 19 Nor let the crue which fat and fulsome growes By laughing at mine ills to see me pin'd Nourish vaine hopes of wrongs which they design'd With nods and winkes let not my cruell foe Note me nor triumph at my bad successe 20 Who still insults with scornfull words that flow From his fell gall and ill-aduis'd doth presse On me with traines that faine would liue at rest To snare me sleeping by his guiles opprest 21 They girne and fleere and Ha say they our eyes Our eyes haue seene this smiling sun-shine day 22 Who view'st with thy all-seeing lampes what lies In the wide world disperst canst thou yet stay And see see this Then setting all aside Protect thou me Delay drawes on their pride 23 Vp vp at length with thy reuenging hand Batter and bruise the refractary proud 24 And thou iust Iudge with iust reuenge withstand Lewd mens attempts that will not else be bow'd Nor let them beare as they had wonne a prize Mirth in their mindes when teares are in mine eies 25 Nor let them mutter in their inward soule Ha ha all now goes right and farre beyond Our hopefull plots now haue we wonne the goale See where he lies whose hopes were vaine and fond 26 Let them repay with ignominious shame Their foolish mirth and pride that mou'd the same And let the blushing hue which shame attends Repell the ioyes vnseasonably bred Within their brests to see me misse my ends 27 But who are with another spirit led And take to heart to see me walke vpright Vsher'd by Conscience that no feares afright Liue they a life from sorrow far remote In sweet repose and raise vnto the skye Their Sou'raignes praise strain'd to the highest note Who frees from cares those that on him rely 28 Blest Sauiour of mankind let my tongue sing Thy Iustice alwaies whence all right doth spring And tell thy Grace which guides the ruling raines Whilst in my brest one sparke of heate remaines PSAL. XXXVI ALthough thou burne in sacred flames The intrailes of a thousand Cowes Kisse stockes and stones with hallow'd names And mumble double praiers and vowes And heape thine Altars all beset With the best gifts that thou canst get I will not yet thinke thee a jot The more religious for all that Since that thy sins say thou art not And all thou do'st denyeth flat There is a God that rules at all With prouidence this our round ball 2 How plausible soe're thou seeme And faire in show aboue the rest Yet all may see and seeing deeme Foule sinne lyes close couch'd in thy brest And bursting forth like fire brings hate Which followes thee with shame her mate 3 Whate're thou saist is guilt with guile With thanklesse cares thou puttest by All wholesome words and others while They wish thy good thou think'st they lye 4 Contriuing mischiefe all night long Thou fly'st from right and fostrest wrong 5 Great ruler of the world the land The sea and sky thee gracious find And all that heauen enfolds doth stand And fall to thee all in their kind 6 Thy rule of right and sacred skill As it made all so guides all still It higher is then tops of hils Whereon the snow doth longest lye Deeper then gulfes that nothing fills Hence men draw breath and liue thereby Nor scape thy care the beasts on earth Nor creeping things of lowest birth 7 In this all comforts that we haue Of life and liuelihood are found Whilst the pure soule is made a slaue Here in the bodies dungeon bound As birds by dammes safe brooded lye So by thine aid all harmes we flye 8 But when the exil'd mind is free By death and goes from whence it came Where all the roomes star-spangled be There want and with her griefe and shame Are banish'd there hath eu'ry man More then he wish'd wish what he can There pleasures are strew'd all about And vnmixt ioyes doe there abound There like a torrent gusheth out Streames of delights not elsewhere found 9 Thence springs the life whose fount still flowes The life which Deaths fithe neuer mowes There vanish mists that darke our minds And like to clouds doe blind our hearts But from thy face the beame that findes His radiant light vs light imparts Which shall with knowledge feed the mind That leaues no dregs of filth behind 10 Those with thy gracious goodnesse cheere Who know thee and what thou hast done And loue the truth to thee so deare With heart and mind cleare as the Sun Let let them now in iustice haue The blessings which thy Grace first gaue 11 Nor let the foot of surly pride Trample on me nor let the rout Of impious men put me beside My house and home and thrust me out 12 Who ioy in sin be sin their fall That they once downe rise not at all PSAL. XXXVII AH let not Spite enflame thy gall Though fortunate thou lewd men find Nor at their wealth fret thou at all More fugitiue then is the wind 2 So fades their shadow of renowne And seeming show of happy state As grasse in flowry meades cut downe Whose leaues their verdure soone abate 3 Trust thou in God with heart and hand Pursue the trade of right and truth So will he giue thee house and land And feed thy age who nurst thy youth 4 Rapt be thy soule with his delight And of thy ioy be he the base So cheer'd and cherisht day and night He 'll crowne thy wishes with his grace 5 Commit thy life goods and good name To his alone directing hand Then as thy selfe would'st haue the same Thy hope and hap shall iointly stand 6 Like heau'ns great light when it doth rise Thy Iustice he will make appeare Thy Iudgement too in all mens eyes Like beames at mid-day shall be cleare 7 Beare thou the crosses that may fall And if thou see which few can brooke The wicked with their pride sway all Yet cast not thou a lowring looke 8 Restraine the current of thine ire And let not hurtfull passion in Lest emulation moue desire To run the common course of sin 9 Vngodly men shall neuer stand But passe as smoake with ayrie wings When godly men possesse the land Left to their seed that after springs 10 Stay but a while and thou shalt see The wicked man consum'd and gone His towres of pride shall ruin'd be And no signe left to gaze vpon 11 The golden meane in humble mind Shall blesse the meeke with peace and rest And leaue his well-got