happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse 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 grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi 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 flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
A Vice my heart would give my tongue the lye If of perfection boast I should herein My guilt disclose thought I I had no Sin My selfe I should not know Oh bitter strife VVhose only Issue is the hate of life Yet judge not by events in generall The good and bad without distinction fall For he th'Appeale of innocence derides And with his Sword the controverse decides He gives the Earth to those that tyrannize And spreads a vaile before the Judges Eyes Or else what were his power Oh you who see My miseries this truth behold in mee My dayes runne like a Post and leave behinde No tract of joy as ships before the winde They through this humaine Ocean sayle away And fly like Eagles which pursue their prey If I determine to remove my care Forget my griefe and comfort my Despaire The feare that he would never purge mee mocks M'imbarqued Hopes and drives them on the Rocks For if he hold me guilty if I soile My selfe with Sin I then but vainely toyle Though I should wash my selfe in melting Snow Vntill my hands were whiter he would throw Me downe to Earth and ah so plunge in mire That I should loath to touch my owne attire For he is not as I a man with whom I might contend and to a Tryall come I in my cause shall find no Aduocate Nor Vmpire to compose our sad debate Oh should he from my shoulders take his Rod Free from the awe and terror of a God Then would I argue in my owne defence And boldly justifie my Innocence Chap. 10 Oh I am sick of life nor will controule My Passion but in bitternesse of Soule Thus teare the Aire what should thy wrath incense To punish him who knowes not his offence Ah! do'st thou in oppression take delight Wilt thou thy Servant fold in shades of Night And smile on wicked Counsels do'st thou see With Eyes of Flesh is Truth conceal'd from thee VVhat are thy Dayes as fraile as ours or can Thy yeares determine like the age of Man That thou should'st my Delinquencies exquire And with Variety of tortures tire Cannot my knowne Integritie remove Thy cruell Plagues wilt thou remorselesse prove Ah! wilt thou thy owne workemanship confound Shall the same hand that did create now wound Remember I am built of clay and must Resolve to my originary Dust Thou powr'dst me out like milke into the wombe Like curds conden'st and in that secret roome My Limbs proportion'd cloth'd with flesh and skin With bones and sinewes fortifi'd within The Life thou gav'st thou hast with plentie fed Long cherisht and through Dangers safely led All this is buryed in thy breast and yet I know thou can'st not thy old Love forget Thou if I erre observ'st me with sterne eyes Nor will the plea of Ignorance suffice Woe unto me should sinne my Soule infect Who dare not now though innocent erect My downe-cast lookes which clouds of shame infold Great God my growing Miseries behold Thou like a Lion huntest me wounds on wounds Thy hands inflict thy fury knowes no bounds Against me all thy Plagues embattaild are Subdu'd with changes of internall warre Why didst thou draw me from my Mothers wombe Would I from thence had slipt into my Tombe Before the Eye of man my face had seene And mixt with dust as I had never beene Oh since I have so short a time to live A little ease to these my torments give Before I goe where all in silence mourne From whose darke shores no travellers returne A Land where Death confusion endlesse Night And Horror reigne where Darkenesse is their Light Chap. 11 Thus Zophar with acerbity reply'd Think'st thon by talking to be justifi'd Or shall these wild distempers of thy mind This tempest of thy tongue thus rave and find No opposition shall we guilty be Of thy untruths in not reproving thee Nor die thy cheekes in Blushes for the scorne Thou throw'st on us till now with patience borne Hast thou not said to God my heart 's upright My Doctrine pure I blamelesse in thy sight O that he would be pleased to reply And take the vaile from thy Hypocrisie Should he reveale his wisedome to thine eyes How would'st thou thy integritie despise Acknowledging these punnishments farre lesse Then thy offences and his grace professe Canst thou into thy Makers Councels dive Or to the knowledge of his thoughts arrive Higher then highest Heavens more deepe then Hell Longer then Earth more broad then Seas that swell Above their shores can man his foot-steps trace Would he the course of Nature change the face Of things invert and all dissolve againe To their old Chaos who could God restraine He knowes that man is vaine his eyes detect Their secret crimes and shall not he correct Thus Fooles grow wise subdue their stubborne soules Though in their pride more rude then Asses foles If thou affect thy cure reforme thy wayes Let penitence resolve to teares and raise Thy hands to heaven what Rapine got restore Nor let insidious Vice approach thy Doore Then thou thy lookes shalt raise from blemish cleare Walke in full strength and no disaster feare As winter Torrents tumbling from on high Waste with their speed and leave their channels dry So shall the sense of former sorrowes runne From thy Remembrance As the mounted Sunne Breakes through the Clouds and throwes his golden Raies About the world shall thy increasing Dayes Succeed in Glory Thou thy selfe shalt rise Like that bright Starre which last forsakes the skies For ever by thy stedfast hopes secur'd Intrenched and with walles of Brasse immur'd Confirm'd against all Stormes Soft sleepe shall close Thy guarded eyes with undisturb'd repose The Great shall honour the distressed shall Thy grace implore belov'd or fear'd of all The sight of thee shall strike the envious blind The wicked with anxietie of Mind Shall pine away in sighes consume their breath Prevented in their hopes by sudden Death Chap. 12 To whom thus Iob You are the only wise And when you die the fame of wisedome dies Though Passion be a foole though you professe Your selves such Sages yet know I no lesse Nor am to you inferior What blind Soule Could this not see 'T is easie to controule My sad example shewes how those whose cries Even God regards their scoffing Friends despise He that is wretched though in life a Saint Becomes a scorne This is an old Complaint Those who grow old in fluency and ease VVhen they from shore behold him tost on Seas And neere his ruine his condition slight Pric'd as a Lamp consum'd with his owne light The Tents of Robbers flourish Earths increase Foments their ryot who disturb her peace VVho God contemne in sinne securely raigne And prosperous Crimes the meed of Vertue gaine Aske thou the Citizens of pathlesse woods VVhat cut the ayre with wings what swim in floods Brute beasts and fostering Earth in generall They will confesse the power of God in all Who knowes not that
in their way Encounter who my Soule invade To her O let thy Spirit say I am thy God and saving Aide Let those who my disgrace contrive Hang downe their heads for flight design'd Who seeke my fall let Angels drive Like Chaffe before the blustring Wind. Obscure and slippery be their path Let winged Troups pursue their foile Since they for me with causelesse wrath Have dig'd a pit and pich't a Toile Let sodaine ruine them destroy Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid Then in the Lord my Soule shall joy And glory in his timely Aide My Bones shall say O who like thee That arm'st the Weake against the Strong That do'st the Poore and Needy free From outrage and too powerfull wrong Part. 2 False witnesses against me stood Who unknowne accusations brought That Evill rendered for Good And closely my confusion sought I in their sicknesse did condole Vnfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd VVith fasting humbled my sad Soule And often to my Prayers return'd Him visited both Night and Day As if an ancient Friend or Brother In Blacke upon the Earth I lay And wept as for my dying Mother Yet these rejoyced in my woe False Comforters about me crowd And least I should their cunning know They rent their Clothes aud cry'd aloud Like Hypocrites at Feasts they jeere Whose gnashing teeth their hate professe O Lord how long wilt thou forbeare And onely looke on my distresse O save from those who smile and kill My Dearling from the Lions jawes I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause Part. 3 Let not my causelesse Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state Nor winke at me with scornefull eyes Who swell with undeserved hate Of Peace they speake not rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue Who wry their mouths at me and say Ha Ha! our eyes thy ruine view This seene O stand no longer mute Nor Lord desert my Innocence Awake arise O prosecute My Cause and plead in my Defence With Justice judge nor let them say In triumph VVe our wish possesse Nor in their mirthfull hearts Ha Ha! VV'have swallow'd him in his distresse VVrath and confusion sease on those VVho in my tribulation joy Let them who glory in my woes Be cloth'd with shame and infamy Let those eternally rejoyce VVho favour and assist my right For ever with exalted voyce The goodnesse of our God recite And say O magnifie his Name VVho glories in his servants peace My tongue his Justice shall proclaime Nor ever in his praises cease PSALME XXXVI As the 34. VVHEN I the bold Transgressor see My thoughts thus whisper unto me He never feard the Lord He smooths himselfe in his owne eyes Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd Their words are vaine and full of guile They Wisdome from their hearts exile Forsaken Vertue hate Who mischiefe on their beds contrive Through by-wayes to bad ends arrive And vices propagate Thy Mercy Lord is thron'd on high And thy approv'd Fidelity The loftie Skie transcends Thy Justice like a Mountaine steepe Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deepe Who man and beast defends O Lord how precious is thy Grace The sonnes of men their comfort place Beneath thy shady wings They with thy Houshold dainties shall Be fully satisfi'd and all Drinke of thy pleasant Springs For O! from thee the Fountaine flowes VVhich endlesse Life on thine bestowes Inlightned with thy Light On such as known thee showre thy Grace O let thy Justice those embrace Who are in heart upright Let not the feet of Pride defeat Nor such as are in mischiefe great My guiltlesse Soule surprize The workers of iniquity Are falne like Meteors from the skie Cast downe no more to rise PSALME XXXVII As the 1. VEX not thy selfe at the impiety Of wicked men nor their fraile height envy For they shall soone be mow'd like Summers Hay And as the verdure of the Herbe decay Trust thou in God doe good and long in peace Possesse the Land refresht by her increase Be He thy sole delight He shall inspire Thy raised thoughts and grant thy hearts desire Relye and to his care thy wayes commend Who will produce them to a happy end He shall thy Justice like the Light display And make thy Judgement as the Height of Day Rest on the Lord and patiently attend His Heavenly Will nor let it thee offend Because the wicked in their courses thrive And prosperously at their desires arrive Abstaine from anger heady wrath eschew Nor fret thou lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue God will cut off the Bad the Faithfull blesse VVho shall the ever-fruitfull Land possesse Part. 2 After a while th'Vnjust shall cease to be Thou shalt his place consider but not see The Meeke in heart shall reape the Lands increase And solace in the multitude of peace Against the Godly wicked Men conspire Gnash their malicious teeth and fome with ire But God shall laugh at their impiety Because he knowes their Day of Doome is nigh They draw their bloudy Swords their Bowes are bent To kill the needy Poore and Innocent But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their owne Steele their Bowes asunder broke That little which the Righteous hath excels Th' abundant wealth wherein the Wicked swels For God the armes of violent Men will breake But shield the Righteous and support the Weake His eyes behold the sufferings of the Poore Their firme possessions ever shall endure They in the time of danger shall not dread But shall in Famin's rage be fill'd with Bread When vitious men shall speedily decay And those who slight Jehovah melt away As fat of Lambs which sacred Fires consume And forthwith vanish like the rising fume Part. 3 The Wicked borrow never to restore The Just are gracious and relieve the Poore Whom God shall blesse they shall the Land enjoy Whom God shall curse them vengeance shall destroy The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs For He even He their ordred paths affects Although they fall yet fall to rise againe For his His Care and powerfull Hand sustaine I have beene young am old yet never saw The Just abandoned nor those who draw From him their birth with beggery opprest He lends in mercy and his Seed are blest Doe good shun evill and remaine unmov'd For righteous Soules are of the Lord belov'd His undeserted Saints protecting still Their Plants up-rooting who transgresse his Will Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land And dwell therein while Mountaines stedfast stand Part. 4 The Righteous Soule of sacred Judgement speaks And from his lips a spring of wisdome breaks Gods Law is in his Heart his Light his Guide Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide Men seeke his bloud but God defends nor shall He by the sentence of the Wicked fall Wait on the Lord nor his straight paths transgresse And evermore this pregnant Soile possesse But those who in iniquity delight Shall be cut off and perish in thy sight The