PSAL. VIII FAther and Fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Thy greatnesse hath surmounted far The Spheares where stars bright glistring ar 2 How thou do'st rule the world with care The infant age yet sucking tells That thou maist stop the mouthes that dare Barke at thy power which so excells Such mouthes at thee as poison spue And thirst for bloud which they pursue 3 When I behold the Heauens so cleere With purest light made by thine hand When Moone and Stars so bright appeare And all by thee created stand 4 Ah what is man in life or lim Thinke I that thus thou mindest him What is his stock his of-spring what To whom thou daign'st such honour such A gracefull eye of fauour that 5 Hee 's like a God the oddes not much 6 Thou mad'st him Prince to vndergoe The rule of all thou mad'st below Of all that breathes by right of birth Thou mad'st him master of their wills 7 The horn'd and the fleec'd flocks on earth And all that feedes on plaines and hills 8 Or what with wings or sinns diuide The aire and Sea He tames their pride 9 Father and fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Whose throne is Heauen whose foot-stoole Earth Protect thine one of noblest birth PSAL. IX OF thee I sing great Guardian of all things To thee my heart her duties tribute paies Thy wonders to our seed that after springs I will declare and thence thy glory raise Safe guided by thy hand I 'le nothing feare But cheerfull notes will sing with cheerfull mind And will thee praise who supreme rule do'st beare Chiefe Iustice of the Heau'ns and heau'nly kind 3 My prouder foe who without counsell led Conceiu'd vain hopes hath turn'd and took his flight And thy right-hand pursuing whilst he fled With more than humane force hath foil'd him quite 4 My greedy foes wide yawning for my bloud Thy wreakfull rage confounds and rends their iawes Thine aide releeu'd while guilty-like I stood And from thy Throne thy doome did end my cause 5 Thou tam'st the fury of the sauage rout Thy matchlesse might did so my foes dispell As in the roules of Fame they were left out That none their names in after-age should tell 6 Lo to what end come all these swelling threats Lo him that townes would leuell and lay plaine That where in former times stood stately seatâ—â— No memory should of their state remaine But He that swaies eternally this ball By iustice fixt his euerlasting throne 8 To distribute the lawes by righting all And ruling men that each may haue his owne 9 When force doth sit to hatch high-swelling pride Thy gate of Grace stands open for the poore Thy castle of safe refuge thou set'st wide That all distrest may enter at the doore 10 And therefore well may they in Thee alone Who know thy wide-spread Name their trust repose When all the world hath by experience knowne Thou leau'st not thine to'h mercy of their foes 11 Then sing due praise vnto the Lord whose hand And watchfull eie keeps his lou'd Sion sure Spread wide his wise decrees in eu'ry land Them let no bounds lesse than the world immure 12 For guiltlesse bloud he takes a strict account Reuenging it with plagues and inward feares And suffers not pride vnreueng'd to mount And presse the poor whose cries soon pierce his eares 13 But thou deare God look neerer to my cause Whom armed force pursues with deadly spight And take me from the fell and direfull iawes Of Death whose hue is black as pitchy night 14 That all so high as Sion lifts her head And sets her towers so far so wide to view I man thy name with vowes and praises spread And daily thankes for hourely helpe renew 15 Perfidious wights in waues of selfe-bred wrong Tost and turmoild haue worthily been drown'd And in the nets which they were knitting long For others laide themselues were helplesse bound 16 Who but admires Heau'ns-equall ballanc'd right Who weau'd the web of fraud himselfe was caught A thing so oft perform'd in all mens sight Should be enrould and kept in inward thought 17 But so it is Time not fore-seene arrests The god-lesse men who haue not Heau'n in mind Then sodaine death wounds their rebellious breasts And hides them in his pit where no sun shin'd 18 But modest minds which breathe but aire diuine Hopelesse of helpe but what from Heauen descends God in his heart doth them a place assigne Where causelesse griefe at last findes large amends 19 Vp vp Creator of all things arise And let not man not many spans in length Mount to a monster of deformed size To crush the poor Curb thou mens lawlesse strength 20 Thou with the boundless weight of endless might Strike horror deep into their fiercer mindes That man may know his feeble state aright Whose weaker parts no lasting cement bindes PSAL. X. HOw long wilt thou Conseruer of mankind Neglect thy seruants in their sad distresse 2 How long wilt thou remain in Heauen confin'd Whilst Lord-like here lewd men the iust oppresse Let ill befall the ill-conceiuing head And perish it with all the arts it bred 3 Whilst he with wrongs doth cram his lustful heart The proud man boasts and inwardly is glad As he had wonne by right and vs'd no art And still should hold the glory that he had 4 Thus his vnbridled arrogance neglects Of right and wrong the contrary respects Whilst sweetly he applauds his in-bred wit And thinks in Heauen there is no God nor feares 5 But proudly champing on his pleasant bit His happinesse his haughty hearts vpreares Nor dreams that thou to iudgment wilt proceede And vindicate the guilt of his mis-deed He sleights his foes nor cares for them a straw 6 And reck'ning with himselfe without his Host My life saith he at longest length I 'le draw And steere my course with no rough billowes tost No care shall come to interrupt my state Nor fits of paine my pleasure shall abate 7 Out of his mouth doe cursed slaunders flow Disgorging taunts and crafty wiles withall Whilst to good men do griefes and trauailes grow By his enuenom'd tongue and bitter gall 8 His ambushes to catch the iust he laies And poorer men with sterner looks affraies 9 As a bloud-thirsty Lion in his den Lies couching close and hides his fearfull head So lurking he assaults the weaker men His panting heart with fainting fury led And with his many knotted nets fast ti'de He drawes them in as captiues to his pride 10 He tames them with his force won with his wiles And as in clouds doth he conceale his spight How many troupes of trauailers with guiles Hath he surpris'd and them depriu'd of light Who passing by when they do think no harm Are caught
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
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
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
fooles their vainer cares pursue Adore his name of maiesty and might 3 There all conspir'd in mischiefs of all kinds Their foule flagitious lothsome sins he finds Nor was their care in any to do good 4 For how should they do good or how giue eare To sound aduice who still about them beare The plague-sores of foule sin and staines of blood When as a beast his prey so they deuoure My people if they come within their power Nor serue they God who sou'raign rules all things 5 But with chill feare shall horror strike their hearts When the iust God takes guiltlesse iust-mens parts And wounds the impious with sharp words like stings 6 And saies O you made Piety a iest You laugh'd when cares the pious minds opprest And scoff'd at their vowes hopes and silent fears But God in whom the poor their trust repose Their hopes vowes which their sad brests inclose Vnto their wished ends he fairly stears 7 O then that God to his would succour send Which longing they from Sion hill attend For when he breaks their bonds and them acquits Then Abra'ms race shall with a cheerfull brest Ioy and enioy their long desired rest And Is'acs race shall triumph as befits PSAL. XV. WHo sacred Sions temple by thy will Heau'ns supreme Lord inhabit shall with Thee And whom wilt thou place on thy holy hill To liue in sweet repose from dangers free 2 He that delights to haue an honest heart And stiffe in what he vndertakes does right Nor faire in shew with counterfeiting art Hath taught his tongue how to conceale his spight 3 Nor with his lips doth deadly draughts contriue Nor mischiefe to his neighbour doth deuise Nor doth his friend who seems endear'd depriue Of his good name with his opprobrious lies 4 Who casts no eye of fauour on the proud But takes into the closset of his heart The Heauen-grac'd man Who minding what he vow'd Not for a world will from his word depart 5 Who lends not mony nor takes biting vse To make the poore a prey caught in his nets Who for reward will offer no abuse To harmlesse men Who thus his compasse sets To leade his life thus makes his last account Shall euer rest within the holy Mount PSAL. XVI O Thou Creator of all things below And mens safe harbour in their dire distresse Thy seruant saue who doth no Sauiour know But thee alone when instant perills presse 2 Thy seruant I do thee my Lord auow And tell abroad what a great Lord thou art But whom all blesse and to whom all things bow What good to thee can all I do impart 3 I therefore there my vtmost powers appli'dâ— To tend the people with a zealous care The people which of all the world beside Thou took'st to thee for thy peculiar share 4 But they rebell'd vnmindfull of thy grace And to themselues apart new gods did faine Which they ador'd and prostrate on their face Idol'd the dreames of their owne idle braine Their altars stain'd with bloud will I not tuch Nor in their feasts doth my soule take delight Nor shall their names profanely vs'd too much Be witnesse of my words or faith I plight 5 But Gods right hand of lasting loue shall shield The people which his grace to me assign'd And such reward me shall his bounty yeeld As for my paines euen Hope dispair'd to find 6 How beautious are the bounds which I possesse In what a field doth Heauen my lot dispose Seated where pleasure doth her self addresse And feeds my mind with flowers sweet-smiling showes 7 To God eternall be all endlesse praise Whose counsell doth direct me in the light And brings into my soule by priuy waies His Heauen-spir'd motions in the darkest night 8 What so my heart doth think or hand doth act I see the Lord assisting still at hand Guarded before on either side and backt By him and him alone I steaddy stand 9 My trembling heart so quauers in my brest The noates of ioy as that my tongue delights To sing thy praise and so before supprest A lightsome hope my lumpish lims excites 10 For neither wilt thou leaue my soule to bide In hellish vaults where neuer comes thy light Nor let it like a carcasse putrifi'de Resolu'd to ashes be consumed quite 11 Thou to the way of life vnlock'st the gate And from thy face high tides of ioy do spring From thy right hand where bounty keeps her state Thy blessings flow which all delights do bring PSAL. XVII WHo rul'st the world and all things do'st direct Heare righteous Lord what righteously I craue Nor stop thine eares nor do my plaints reiect Which come not from such lips as Liers haue 2 Poore I distrest vnto thy throne do flie Take thou my cause in hand on thee I call Prostrate before thy face with gracefull eie See iust men here vniustly dealt withall 3 Thou often view'st through clouds of silent night With curious search the secrets of my mind And how my heart put in a fearish fright And shaking fit no rest at all could find As fire doth gold so thou my heart do'st trie With crosse euents nor didst thou find the same Conscious of fraud or lawlesse villany To wrong euen such as branded were with shame 4 My mouth and mind agreed my soule and sense My heart vpheld by thy decrees diuine Abhors foule sin that giues so foule offence And flies from pride which doth with wrong combine 5 Thus guide my steps led by thy lawes aduice Lest that my foot slip in a doubtfull way Or in such paths as seeme all pau'd with ice My footing slide where it can find no stay 6 I call to thee and fly vnto thy grace Which I haue often tri'de in dire distresse Attentiue lend thine eare in my sad case When I by praier my plaints to thee addresse 7 With grace good Lord support and bear vp those Whose hope and helpe on thee alone doth stand And curbe the lofty spirits of my foes And iustly mou'd vse thy reuengefull hand 8 But guard me like the apple of thine eye More deare and tender than all parts beside And thou that do'st foresee all dangers nye Vnder thy wings me from proud fury hide 9 The troope of impious men stand ready prest At all assaies to take away my breath 10 And me with force beleguer and infest With swelling words and dart their threats of death 11 They make their barres and turn-pikes in the way And view the places that may most offend Which they designe to make my life their pray And seeming not to minde it worke mine end 12 Like as a lion hunting beasts or men Runs furious on or like vnto his sire The wean'd whelp lurks and glowting in the den Long looks with blood to cool his raging fire 13 Vp Father vp their lewd attempts preuent And whilst the Tyrant trampled lies on ground Free thou me from thy sword to mercy bent Wherewith he now enrag'd 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
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
liue and dye euen as he please to will Vnder whose changelesse law all trembling lies bound to obey and his Edicts fulfill 10 Who far more wise then men professing arts Profaner men that vainer arts professe He mockes the baser births of their lewd harts And frustrate bad men of all good successe 11 But what the Author of all things propounds And keepes within the closet of his mind Whilst day and night doe tread their measur'd rounds Shall steddy stand nor alteration find 12 Ah thrice nay more then fourefold blest are those Whose patrone God takes on himselfe to be And whom he tooke peculiarly and chose To be his owne in a more neere degree 13 From the star-spangled vaults where Saints abide The Grand-Sire of the world casts downe his eye 14 And in his inmost roomes retir'd aside Beholds the cares and toiles wherein men lye 15 Who fram'd the heart and her darke angles made And knowes what lurkes in eu'ry humane brest There 's nothing hid eu'n in the darkest shade That can be kept from him or lye supprest 16 The King in vaine troops with his mustred bands To be safe-guarded and preseru'd secure The Souldier hopes in vaine with his steel'd hands Against his foe to be protected sure 17 Oft-times the Horse that ouer-runs the winde Deceiues his rider nor performes his speed 18 But God beholds Iust men of heauenly kinde With a fixte ye that still his marke doth heed 19 And doth retort the darts of daring fate And stops the iawes of hunger sharpe and fell 20 Hence comes our hope of helpe and happy state None can like him and none will guard so well 21 And hearts deuoted to his seruice He Besprinkles all with oile of ioy and brings 22 Their hopes and vowes that on him fixed be To happy end whence endlesse solace springs PSAL. XXXIV IN weale or woe what e're befall At all times I the Lord will praise My mouth with high-strain'd accents shall His praise resound and alwaies raise 2 This shall my ioy and comfort be And present ease in dire distresse The mournfull crue thus following me Shall cause their sorrow seeme the lesse 3 Thus all in one let vs pursue With praise his name and sou'raigne might 4 In dangers when I call'd he knew My voice and soone put feare to flight 5 Who heart and all to him apply With cheerfull hue their visage shines Nor shame with her cheek-staining dye Shall shew them crost in their designes 6 Behold this poore penurious wretch When he to him for aide did call He forth his sauing arme did stretch And freed him from what ill might fall 7 Who feare the Lord an Angell sent Doth guard their camps and fence them so That impious force against them bent He foiles them all leaues not a foe 8 Make proofe and you shall quickly see How far Gods bounty doth extend And know how blest they onely be Who hope and hap to him commend 9 You holy Nations serue the Lord They nothing want who him adore 10 Extortious wrongs doe not afford Their masters food when these haue store 11 Come heauens delight attend and heare Whilst I the Lords true feare relate 12 Who look'st for life from dangers cleare And for long daies in happy state 13 Refraine thy tongue from poisonous spite And keepe thy lips from cursed fraud 14 Auoid the crooked waies doe right And loue sweet rest and peace applaud 15 The Lord beholds the innocent And to their vowes lends open eare 16 His brow against the wicked bent Their names in no records appeare 17 The Lord attends the iust mans plaint And frees him from all pressing ills 18 When others with lost labour faint And hopelesse are to worke their wills And when the minde with griefes opprest Doth vnderlye the waight it beares Gods helpe at hand is still addrest And care-distracted soules vp-reares 19 What good men would blinde Chance enuies And taskes them to laborious toiles But God who guards the godly wise Abates her edge and forces foiles 20 21 And keepes the bones in their right place Vnbroken by the hands of foes When lewd men to their more disgrace By their owne sinnes worke their owne woes And he who 's not the godlies friend Shall with his house quite ruin'd fall 22 But who serues God he doth defend His life house liuelihood and all PSAL. XXXV BLest Architect who mad'st the worlds wide frame Come and protect me and my cause defend And to my foes with ignominious shame Retort the ill which they tow'rds me intend 2 3 Take with thy darts thy all-resisting shield And draw thy sword and meet my foes i' th field Say to my soule secured by mine aid Let not thy courage be appall'd with feare 4 The shamefull blush that showes a shind dismaid Be that the colour and let that appeare In my foes front and turne they soone their backe Who their blind traps prepar'd to work my wracke 5 As Boreas fierce doth whirle the dust about So let the wreakfull Angell in their flight 6 Hard at the heeles pursue this heartlesse rout Dabling in durt let then the sullen night Cloud all her lampes that frighted with her frowne The wreakfull Angell then may ding them downe 7 For since they sought by their lewd luring traines To take me in their nets who meant but good And digg'd a pit in th' Earths deepe hollow veines 8 Snar'd be they in the nets laid for my blood And where my death was threatned in that pit Headlong fall they and blindfold lye in it 9 In the meane time my heart shall leape withall All sweet delight infus'd My mind now free By grant of grace from harmes that might befall Shall praise the Lord whence comfort comes to me 10 And all the senses that expresse the mind Shall cry and say None like our God we find Who guards the poore from violence of those That presse them down with their huge waight of pride And whose reuenging hand keepes off the blowes That would confound were he not on their side 11 Conspiring Calumny doth spit her spite And of foule crimes me guiltlesse doth endite 12 They feigne flagitious facts which I ne're knew To bring my soule vnto a shamefull end What I did well with malice they pursue And breake their sleepes whilst they my death intend 13 Whilst pois'nous griefe burnes like a plaguy sore And eats their intrails in ill case before I in a sable hue and mourning weed Deform'd and worne scourg'd with pale famines rod Groueling on ground eyes hand and heart agree'd With teares and humble sute t' appease my God 14 So friend for friend so brother mourns for brother So sons bedew with teares their deare dead mother 15 If Fortune toucht me with her heauy hand They flock and ioy at my supposed ills The rascall rout when I thinke nothing band To worke on me their proud and spitefull wills 16 Base Parasites and all the babling crue Whet
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
vp head And though of them I Lord deserue no ill With wrongs they me pursue by fury lead And iniuries repay for my good will And still they spit their gall and wot you why Because I alwayes follow that is right 21 But be not thou far off nor let me lye Nor leaue me thus engag'd to spitefull'st spite 22 Make hast and giue me thy sweet sauing hand Since for my helpe I haue but thee to stand PSAL. XXXIX VVHen my fell foe triumphing at my harme Prouok'd me with tart taunts I in my mind Resolu'd from biting tearmes my tongue to charme And brawling shun and all of that base kind 2 I lock'd my lips and rein'd my tongue so hard As not a word could scape all was so barr'd But lest my mouth might rashly spit her gall I let not passe euen words were good and kind 3 But griefe like fire finding no vent at all To burne within the more did fuell find And rage at last that burst the curbing reines Thus on the Lord she calls and thus complaines 4 Shew shew what bounds thou to my daies hast set When shall I flye and from this dungeon free Be rid of loathsome cares that inly fret 5 Thou liu'st past date there is no end with thee Blest of thy selfe and of thy selfe most strong But soone our glasse is run we liue not long 6 And almost lesse then nothing are our yeares Like to a flitting shade or breathlesse shape Which in the surface of a glasse appeares Nor that can vaine and anxious cares escape Lust rackes the mind and ioy doth raise his crest Hope mounts him vp by feare againe deprest We tumults raise and spend we know not how Without aduise not looking to the maine Our life in things which folly may auow But of no moment fruitlesse are and vaine So whiles we toile and moile abroad at home We gather wealth apace God knowes for whom 7 On which side shall I turne who giues me ayd Tost and garboild who frees me wrapt in woes 8 In thee is all my hope Stop vndelaid This sinke of sinne whence all this mischiefe flowes And leaue me not to impious follies scorne Launc'd with their scoffes and taunts not to be born 9 I held my peace when I perceiu'd these ills Of thy fierce wrath for sin reuengers were 10 Who mad'st mankind and guid'st their waies wils Thy lashes yet a little while forbeare Since strength doth faile nor doth my life suffice To beare the growing paines that still arise 11 When as thy plagues pursue our fretting sin Soone strength and beauty fade and flit away As Mothes eate cloth when once they are got in O man 's a fraile and brittle peece of clay 12 Yet to my prayers thy eares mild Father lend Nor scorne the words which to thy throane I send Turne not thy face from his bedewed eies That liues a pilgrime and a wandring guest Nor I nor had my parents in like wise A staid place here where we our foot might rest But day by day and eu'ry moment vext We spent our short liues in long cares perplext 13 Then for a while forbeare thy sharper hand That I afresh my fainting breath may draw Before that I at Deaths broad gates doe stand Where entring once there 's no returne in law For if he take neuer so little hold There 's no redemption goe must young and old PSAL. XL. VVHen fear threats about me bellow'd roūd And cruell Death shook his deuouring dart Yet Hope from Heauen though late at last I found Which swag'd chill cares lay trembling at my heart 2 The Lord perceiu'd and from the gulfe me took Nor in the mire o're head and eares forsooke But on the tops of solid rockes he plac'd And shew'd me a faire way where I should goe 3 And in my brest with ruines all defac'd Inspir'd new breath and did new matter show That I might sing his praise on sweet tun'd strings In numbers smooth which no harsh discord brings Let them see this who all euents impute To whirling Chance or furious force of Fate And let them trembling when they haue a sute Rest on that Lord who keepes in heauen his state 4 Thrice happy he who casts his lookes on high That Faith and Hope may on the Lord rely And blessed he whom pompe of swelling pride Leades not along with her alluring traines Nor drawes the mind with seeming good aside 5 But sacred Sire how many a pledge remaines Of thy great care to vs which our weake sight Sees not nor tongue their number can recite 6 Thou pluck'st me closely by the eare and tells That neither gold buyes out the guilt of sin Nor blood of harmlesse beasts the same repels Nor Holocausts can clense our crimes within Since then of me thou Lord seek'st no such thing But from thy Grace thy fauours freely spring 7 I come said I command thou me and spare not Here sacred Sire to doe thy will I stand Reueal'd in Volumes which the lewdest dare not Or taxe with nouelty or errour brand My mind to this to this my study bends Which is my first all else are second ends 8 That what I doe or say or keepe in mind I may conforme all to thy sacred bent For in my heart deepe graued thou maist find Thy sacred Law that shewes thy wills extent 9 I preach abroad to Nations far and wide Thy Iustice so renown'd so often tride Nor shall my lips take rest nor tongue lye still But shall thy mercy and thy iustice tell And with thy name all Nations will I fill Thou seest it Lord and know'st it too right well 10 For I conceal'd not thy iust rage to sin Nor to the poore how good thou still hast bin By my report thy goodnesse is made knowne To all the lands abroad thy truth withall 11 Then let thy goodnesse and thy faith which none Found euer yet to faile or short to fall Saue me beset with troopes of mischiefe round Kept by thy hand which all things here did found 12 Sore paines which passe the hayres vpon my head Vexe me on all sides which the sharpest sight Cannot so soone discry My mind halfe dead And stupid growne with cares is burn'd vp quite 13 Worlds sacred Founder come giue present aid And draw me out with vtmost ills o're-laid 14 That of their plots asham'd may lewd men be Let them heart-breaking Infamy attend And who layes snares to haue intrapped me Let all their drifts come to a shamefull end 15 And taking pleasure in my sad distresse Be this the haruest of their wickednesse That they themselues into the snares may fall Which stily they had laid to catch me in And let them frustrate see their ends in all Be shame their crop since what they sow'd was sin And blush he still and alwaies let him grieue Who with my teares fed fat laughes in his sleeue 16 But who commend them wholly to thy grace Let hope of help refresh their drooping limmes And let them alwaies and in eu'ry place Extoll IEHOVAHS louely name with Hymnes 17 Though hopelesse poore and comfortlesse I be Who guards all things he made wards ouer me The keeper of my life and surest stay Come vexe me not with too too long delay PSAL. XLI BLest is the man commiserates the poore And brings him helpe when hope begins to die And when he finds him trampled on the floore Scoules not at him with a disdainfull eie Whom men would think to be in peeces rent Him God will reare and cheare him wholly spent 2 With faithfull care God will him fence about And set him free from harmes that safe and sound Amongst the liuing here enioy he mought A blessed life where all contents abound 3 When on his couch griefe layes his aking head He helpe him then and makes his easefull bed And all his griefe that pain'd him so before 4 He turnes to sweet repose So when decaid With bitter 〈…〉 was full sore Of thee O God I crau'd reliefe and said My wounded soule of that foule sore recure Which sinne hath made so lothsome to endure 5 My foe with direfull imprecations sends Me to the pit of hell and in my losse He triumph makes And thus he saith When ends That lothed life of his When shall that drosse Of his impurer carkasse in one night Together with his name be put out quite 6 And if by chance one of this crue espie Me drooping goe in body or in mind He faines as if he mourn'd in passing by And sighes forsooth after a sporting kind When going on and that his backe 's but turn'd He spits his gall that in his bosome burn'd 7 The wicked crue conspiring against me Whisper in one anothers eare their spite And closely plot their mischiefes and agree To ioyne in one and ouer-beare me quite 8 And boast that heauē sent this dire plague to grieue And bound me with his bonds nor will relieue He lyes say they deiected in his bed Breathing his last breath in his latter night 9 But he in house at board who dwelt and fed My Mate with whom my life I thought I might And liuelihood haue left in surest guard Euen he as fierce and fell as who most dar'd He taking part with my proud foes did spurne 10 And kicke at me But thou 〈…〉 doth giue Me helpe and health and all base spite didst turne Vnto my good that I might sweetly liue Thine eye of grace and hand of help Lord tender That to my foes I like for like may render 11 This of thy grace the surest pledge shall be And of thy constant purpose in mine aid When as my foe shall not triumph o're me And though he storme his courage shall be laid 12 My body now his former strength retaines My innocence still in my mind remaines And all proceeds from this that thou thy hand Extend'st to me who took'st me to thy charge That I might safe by thy protection stand And alwaies fenc'd Now set by thee at large 13 Thee let the world acknowledge and adore Whom Isa'chs race doth serue and no gods more And let them sing thy praise while day and night Betwixt them share the darknesse and the light FINIS