a Million Let me be contemn'd and poor In thy Temple keep a Door Then with wicked men possess All that they call Happiness O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy he Who alone depends on Thee PSALM LXXXV AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown Drawn from the Babylonian yoke Our Sins remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblown Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet reign Extending to the yet unborn Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn That thine in Thee may joy again O show'r thy Mercy from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speaks of Peace Such as in Sanctity increase Nor to their Sins again descend These soon with Freedom shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kiss For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousness look from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberal Hand The rich and ever grateful Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him go And her fair steps to Mortals show PSALM LXXXVI MY God thy Suppliant hear Afford a gentle Ear For I am comfortless And labour in distress My righteous Soul relieve So ready to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore Who daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all Who on thy Mercy call O hear my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found When troubles most abound What God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Zeal shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in Wonders shown Direct me in thy Way So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests clear United in thy Fear My Soul shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rful Enemies All Rebells to thy Will My guiltless blood would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy Bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Sign expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALM LXXXVII THe Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excel He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Ierusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Iudea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foreign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortal Hands Firm as the Mountain where it stands The Lord in his eternal Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall the Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streams from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALM LXXXVIII MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Ears Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now near the Jaws of greedy Death My light extinguish'd numbered Among the Dead Like men in battail slain the womb Of Earth their Tomb Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o're thrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerful Raies Crush'd by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Goal where I In Fetters lie Blind with my tears with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vain a walking Coarse Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show Who sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save Wilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown Where none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die Whilst I thy Terrours undergo Distracted by these storms of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devours My trembling Powers With troops of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALM LXXXIX OUr grateful Songs O thou eternal King Shall ever of thy boundless Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above Which on firm hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy seed establish and thy Throne sustain Whilst Seas shall flow or Moons increase and wain The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appears And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with fears Great God! how great when dreadful Armies joyn What God so strong what Faith so firm as thine Thy Bounds the Billows of the Sea restrain Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Main Proud Rahab like a Coarse with blood imbru'd Hew'n down the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round earth broad â—eas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestial swiftly rowl Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evenings sing thy praise Thy Arm excells in Strength thy hands sustain The World they made And guide it with a rein Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred brows infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet calls Throng to thy celebrated Festivalls They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouths be found And in thy Justice shall their Joys abound Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King
Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equity directs These celestial Twins imbrace These reflect on Iacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stool fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Prayers preferr'd These by him as soon were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almighty spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions hear Merciful and yet severe The Holy on his Holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALM C. ALL from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestial Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals press In your divine resorts With Thanks his Power profess And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His Promise past For ever sure PSALM CI. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdom shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roof infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Virtue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peaceful Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithful shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Virtue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the Wicked in the Land Will cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods City stand PSALM CII ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Afflictions stop thine Ear Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appear The Sighings of my Spirit hear And when I call with speed reply As Smoak so fleets my Soul away My marrow dry'd as Hearths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eat The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not less desolate Like Screech-Owls who with ominous strains Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complains Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruin swear For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a tear For Lord O who thy Wrath can bear Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Dayes short as the Evening shade As Morning dew consume away As Gâ—ass cut down with Sithes I fade Or like a flower crop'd yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time draws near And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings rear Whose ruins to thy Saints are dear For they her Dust as sacred prise Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to hear the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternal Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rful Hand shall fear the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To hear the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name again in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my years Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in tears Time wasts not thee which all out-wears Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes pass away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remain You blessed Souls who God adore With Patient Hope your harms sustain For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALM CIII MY Soul and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soul O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the Wounds which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd With Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his Wrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemency To all who on his Grace rely As far as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So far he sets from his Aspect Their Guilt who him with fear affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knows the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Original Man flourisheth like Grass a Flower That blows and withers in an hour By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflower'd and leaves no print behind But his firm Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equal Laws fulfill Remember and perform his Will In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed Who him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All whom his Wisdom did create Through his large Empire celebrate His glorious Name with sweet accord Joyn thou my Soul to praise the Lord. PSALM CIV MY ravish'd Soul great God thy praises sings Whom Glory circles with her radiant Wings And Majesty invests then Day more bright Cloth'd with the beams of new-created Light He like an all-infolding Canopy Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie And in the Air-imbraced Waters set The Basis of his hanging Cabinet Who on the Clouds as on a Chariot rides And with a reign the flying Tempest guides Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Flood In whose calm bosome unseen Mountains stood At his rebuke it shrunk with
record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALM CVIII MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the World rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O hear us who thy aid implore And with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Sâ—â—coths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battail bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold â— will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe When Death and Horrour most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For O the help of Man is vain Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown PSALM CIX MY God my Glory leave not in Distress Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress They who delight in subtilties and wrongs Afflict me with the poison of their tongues With Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turns with evil proudly recompence And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repair And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer Subject him to a Tyrants stern command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime May he by violence untimely dye And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vain His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread Let griping Usurers divide his spoil And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrown Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till he out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his own head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest And like a fatal Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boil And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies Who seek to blast me with malicious lies But Lord in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poor with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every wind My feeble Knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproach hath seiz'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerful Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless And pine with envy at my good success Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALM CX THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Sion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day With their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew Which hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did break Of th' order of Melchisedeck That thou a Priest should'st raign Even while the Sun disperst his Light While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night Or Stars their course maintain God in that Day at thy right hand Their Blood who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill Who over many Nations sway And only their own Wills obey Shall sink beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage PSALM CXI MY Soul the honour of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath shown With joy by their admirers known His glorious deeds all praise transcend His equal Justice knows no end Left in eternal Monuments Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who fear his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Laws and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His fear is the Original Of Wisdom and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never dye PSALM CXII Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who fears the Lord And cheerfully obeys his Word His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endless honour crown'd To him in darkness light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poor provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him down No time deface his just renown Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearless fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th' unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grinde And languish with the grief of minde Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALM CXIII Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening
the Apple of the Eye inclose And over me thy shady Wings extend For Impious Men and such as deadly hate My guiltless Soul have compast me about Who swell with Pride inclos'd with their own faâ—â— And words of contumely thunder out Our traced steps intrap as in a Toil Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes Like famish'd Lions eager of their Spoil Or Lions Whelps close lurking to surprise Arise prevent him from his Glory hurl'd My pensive Soul from the Devourer save From men which are thy scourge men of the worâ—â— Who in this Life alone their Portion have Fill'd with thy secret Treasure to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave But I with Righteousness shall see thy Face And rising in thy Image joy receive PSALM XVIII MY Heart on Thee is fix'd my Strength my Power My stedfast Rock my Fortress my high Tower My God my Safety and my Confidence The Horn of my Salvation my Defence My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound Sorrows of Death on every side assail'd â—nd dreadful flouds of Impious Men prevail'd â—â—rrows of Hell my compast Soul dismay'd â—nd to intrap me deadly Snares were layd 〈◊〉 this Distress I cry'd and call'd upon â—â—e Lord who heard me from his Holy Throne â—â—e trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strook â—â—h ' unfixed roots of airy Mountains shook â—â—oke from his Nostrils flew devouring Fire â—rake from his Mouth Coles kindled by his Ire 〈◊〉 his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet â—nd gloomy Darkness roll'd beneath his Feet A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid He Darkness made his secret Cabinet Thick Fogs and dropping Clouds about him set The Beams of his bright Presence these expell Whence showers of burning coles and hailstones fell From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake In Hail and darting Flames th' Almighty spake Whose Arrows my amazed Foes subdue And at their scattred Troops his Lightning threw The Ocean could not his deep Bottom hide The World 's conceal'd Foundations were descri'd At thy rebuke Jehovah at the blast Even of the breath which through thy Nostrils past He with extended arms his Servants saves And drew me sinking from th' inraged waves From my proud foes by his assistance freed Who swoln with hate no less in strength exceed Without his Aid I in that stormy Day Of my affliction had become their prey Who from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soul for I was his delight The Lord according to my innocence And Justice did his saving grace dispence The narrow Path by him prescrib'd I took Nor like the wicked my Great God forsook For all his Judgements were before mine eyes I with his statutes daily did advise And ever walk'd before him void of guile No act or purpose did my soul defile For this he recompenc'd my righteousness And crown'd my innocence with fair success The merciful shall flourish in thy Grace Thy Righteousness the Righteous shall embrace Thou to the Pure thy Purity wilt show And the perverse shall thy averseness know For thou wilt thy afflicted People save The proud cast down down to the greedy grave Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright And clear my darkness with celestial Light Through Thee I have against an Host prevail'd And by thy aid a lofty Bulwark scal'd Gods Path is perfect all his Words are just A Shield to those that in his promise trust What God is their in Heav'n or Earth but ours What Rock but He against assailing Powers He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battel and securely cleer'd my way He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hind Up to the Mountains where I safety find 'T is he that teacheth my weak hands to fight A Bow of steel is broken by their might Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set Thy Arm upheld thy Favour made me great The passage of my steps on ev'ry side Thou hast inlarged left my feet should slide â—llowed overtook nor made retreat â—till victorious in my Foes defeat â— charg'd with wounds that they no longer stood â—t at my feet lay bathed in their blood â—ou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude â—â—d all that rose against me hast subdu'd â—â—eir stubborn necks subjected to my Will â—â—at I their blood who hate my Soul might spill â—â—ey cry'd aloud but found no succour near â— thee Jehovah but thou wouldst not hear â—ounded them like dust which Whirle-winds raise â—od under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes â—om Popular Fury thou hast set me free â—mong the Heathen hast exalted me â—hom unknown Nations serve as soon obey â—s hear of me and yield unto my sway â—he Stranger-born beset with horrour fled â—nd in their close Retreats betray their dread â— praise the living Lord the Rock whereon â— build the God of my Salvation â—is he who rights my wrongs the People bends â—o my Subjection from my Foe defends â—hou raisest me above their proud controul â—nd from the violent Marr hast freed my Soul â—he Heathen shall admire my Thankfulness My Songs shall thy immortal Praise express A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King his mercy doth advance 〈◊〉 his Anointed and will show'r his Grace â—ternally on David and his Race PSALM XIX GOds Glory the vast Heav'ns proclame The Firmament his mighty Frame Day unto Day and Night to Night The wonders of his Works recite To these nor speech nor words belong Yet understood without a Tongue The Globe of Earth they compass round Through all the world disperse their sound There is the Suns Pavillion set Who from his Rosie Cabinet Like a fresh Bride-groom shews his face And as a Giant runs his race He riseth in the dawning East And glides obliquely to the West The World with his bright Rayes repleat All Creatures cherish'd by his heat Gods Laws are perfect and restore The Soul to life even dead before His Testimonies firmly true With Wisdom simple men indue The Lords Commandments are upright And Feast the Soul with sweet delight His Precepts are all Puritie Such as illuminate the Eye The fear of God soil'd with no stain Shall everlastingly remain Jehovah's Judgements are Divine With Judgement he doth Justice joine Which men should more than Gold desire Then heaps of Gold refin'd by Fire More sweet than Honey of the Hive Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive Thy Servant is inform'd from thence They their Observers recompence Who knows what his Offences be From secret sins O cleanse thou me And from presumptuous Crimes restrain Nor let them in thy Servant reign So shall I live in Innocence Not spotted with that great Offence My Fortress my Deliverer O let the Prayers my Lips prefer And Thoughts which from my Heart arise Be acceptable in thine Eyes PSALM XX. THe Lord in thy Adversity Regard thy cy Great Iacobs God with Safety arm
despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou this did I with silence see â—o as thou thought'st that I was like to thee â—ut I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect â—est I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Souls shall my Salvation see PSALM LI. LOrd to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streams of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soul O clense me from my bloody Deed That to my self appears so foul And now in true Contrition bleed My sins unmask'd before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confess to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice known In sin conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suck'd I from my Mothers breast Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdom is a constant guest With Hysop purge from blemish clear O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission hear The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A clean Heart in my breast create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quick'ning Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heav'nly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer clense from blood The Soul that will thy Mercy praise Give thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodness shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foul crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Arms imbrace And fair Ierusalem immure Then we with due Solemnity To Thee our grateful Vows will pay And Bulls which never Yoke did try Upon thy flaming Altar lay PSALM LII O Thou in Mischief great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with fraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evil dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Virtue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Structures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then tear thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Fear Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsook Nor for his refuge took Self-strength'ning with excess Of Wealth and Wickedness But I shall planted be Like a green Olive-tree In Gods own House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALM LIII FOols flattering their own vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To fetter Nature quench her flame When all this Universal Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The fear and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Think nothing that delights them vile Their Souls with wicked thoughts defile And all their foul Desires fulfill God from the Tow'r of Heav'n his Eyes On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statutes knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Virtue prise O deaf to good in knowledge blind By Sin through clouds of errour led Dull sensual Forms without a Mind Not slow though certain Vengeance dread The Righteous they devour like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrours shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty fear God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Arms against him bear Nor they their Infamy out-wear Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-star might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expel When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy shall Iacobs joy excell PSALM LIV. LOrd for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O hear my cries Which with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruel men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppress my Foes O side with those Who to my soul are true With vengeance recompence their Hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be Who from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALM LV. LOrd to my Prayers incline thine Ear Th' afflicted hear Nor be thou Deaf to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighs the groans the cries Which from my pensive Soul arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe Which storm-like grow And by blood thirsty Violence Truth my offence Who slander with their wounding Tongues And press me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approaching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Fear dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calm Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I find some Wilderness Removed far from mans access Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadful Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter than the Wind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walk the Round Rape Mischief Tears within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly reign Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union grown As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsel led Let Death devour them let them dive To Hell alive With mischief their proud roofs abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soul shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call My Prayers shall with the Suns uprise Ascend the Skies Renew'd when he at Noon displays His fervent Rays When he behind the Earth descends And Day out-worn with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Sphears And pierce his Ears He shall my captive Soul release And crown with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternal Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who only change from bad to worse Nor fear his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words than Butter
dight This shall the Meek with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joys Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poor regards and those Who for his sake affliction try Round Earth deep Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnify Who crowns his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Iudah's Cities build again Where they shall ever live secure A fair inheritance obtain There shall their blessed Seed remain And safely that rich Soil manure PSALM LXX HAst Lord from such as would devour Defend by thy almighty Power Delay not in so fear'd an Hour But let confusion seize on those Who seek my soul to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrows Let those with infamy return Dejected and unpittyed mourn Who laugh and blast me with their scorn Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safety feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poor and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALM LXXI I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foul Infamie Lord in thy Justice â—ave Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably hear my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortress of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rock my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Servants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruel might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their pray become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I rely'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the womb From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigy they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet Thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Stars thy glory raise While Suns shall set and rise O cast not off when full of days Forsake not when my Strength decays Watch'd by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey Who shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And help him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soul Let Death their impious rage controul And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousness display Thy manifold Deliveries Which O! no number can comprise Thus spend the harmless Day I in thy Strength though old and weak Will walk and of thy Justice speak Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this hour with single Truth Thy wondrous works have shown Now in the Winter of my years When Time hath snow'd upon my hairs Abandon not O Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mighty Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me lain Yet shalt thou quicken me again And from Earths entrails free Still thou my glory wilt increase And comfort with the joys of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harp will sing Thy praises O eternal King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soul consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclame That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALM LXXII He King Jehovah with thy Justice crown And in a God-like reign his Son renown He shall with e qui ty thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice weigh Then little Hills shall riot with increase And Mountains flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poor from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restless Sun directs the Year While Moons increase and wain thy Name shall fear He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showers Which cloath the earth and fill her lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Rayes He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reign From swift Euphrates to the farthest Main The wild Inhabitants that live by prey In scorched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall lick the Dust rich with their Spoils Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Isles Shall orient Pearl and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Casâ—ia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring All Kings shall homage to this King afford All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed hear the Poor defend The Needy save and such as have no friend Redeem their Souls from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourly pray His Praises sing and bless him day by day Rank crops of Corn shall on high Mountains grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grass which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sun illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! that King of kings Who only can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Son of Jesse A PARAPHRASE Upon the Third BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM LXXIII THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path When I the Fool beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swoln eyes shine with uncontroll'd excess Who more than what their hearts can wish possess Even glory in their foul Impiety And speak like Thunder from the troubled Sky Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldom through their Scandal stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with success are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of stain In Innocence have cleans'd my hands in vain That thus with daily punishments am worn And still chastised with the rising Morn If I gave words unto such thoughts as these I should th' assemblies of
Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knows no end SCHIN Tyrants oppress thy Word restrains my Mind Wherein I joy like those who Treasure find Fraud I abhor inamour'd on thy Waies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise Who love thy Laws sweet Peace and Safety bless In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgress Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeem since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extol and Laws with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy stray'd Sheep back to thy Pasture bring PSALM CXX DIstrest and in my mind dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successfully I pray'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep'd in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischief shall to thee befall Like Arrows shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou O thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion grows PSALM CXXI TO the Hills thine Eyes erect Help from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchful Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keeps Never slumbers never sleeps He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beams reflect Nor unwholsom Serene shall From the Moons moist influence fall When thou travel'st on the way When at home thou spend'st the Day When sweet Peace thy life delights When imbroyl'd in bloody Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALM CXXII O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Ierusalem our Feet shall tread Within thy Walls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Iudah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortal Praises sing There shall he his Tribunal place The Judgement-feat of Davids Race Your joys shall with your days increase Who love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy Walls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never War thy Bulwarks shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALM CXXIII THou mover of the rolling Sphears I through the Glasses of my Tears To Thee my Eyes erect As Servants mark their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fix our Eyes On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turn our tears to joy O save us Lord by all forlorn The subject of contempt and scorn Defend us from their pride Who live in fluency and ease Who with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALM CXXIV BUt that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day When men inflam'd with wrath against us rose We had alive been swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunk beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrails found our graves Then had their violence like torrents pour'd From melting Hills our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our blood To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Souls like Birds have scap'd the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our only confidence is in his Name Who made the Earth and Heavens immortal frame PSALM CXXV THey who the Lord their Fortress make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise Which dreadful Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hills of Solyma Divine Ierusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despair They should the Laws of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crown thy Israel with Peace PSALM CXXVI WHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dream who were Distracted between Hope and Fear Then sacred Joy fill'd every Breast In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or show'rs which fall on thirsty land Who sow in Tears shall reap in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soil retire The scope and crown of our desire PSALM CXXVII UNless the Lord the house sustain They build in vain In vain they watch unless the Lord The City guard In vain you rise before the Light And break the slumbers of the Night In vain the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unless the Lord with good success Your labours bless For he all good on his bestows And crowns their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitful love Given from above As formidable to the Foe As Arrows from a Giants bow He is belov'd of God and blest Above the rest Whose Quivers with such Shafts abound By men renown'd Nor shall his adversary dread When they at the Tribunal plead PSALM CXXVIII HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction strayes Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a fair and fruitful Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyn Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like green plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who fears the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion bless Thou shalt joy in the success Which the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALM CXXIX OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assail'd As oft have their endeavours fail'd My back with long deep furrows wound As Plow-shares ear the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruel hands