below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rock Injustice hates PSALM XCIII NOw great Jehovah reigns With Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Air Establish'd there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old than Time And after as before The Floods in billows clime And foming loudly rore With horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible than these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctity Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALM XCIV GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischief strong Upon thy Foes Inflict our woes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppress And triumph in their Wickedness How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire success Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poor Widows kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or hear or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and hear Who form'd the Eye and fram'd the Ear Who Nations slew Not punish you Who taught not know to him appear Dark Counsels secret Fires Vain Hopes and vast Desires But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informs and aws By sacred Laws In storms brought to a safe aboad While the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th' Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turn again To Justice and her Throne Erect Who are in Heart upright Shall follow that clear Light What mortal will th' Afflicted aid Defend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soul e're now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd When Grief my labouring Soul confounds Thou powrest Balm into her wounds Shall Tyranny With thee comply Who Mischief for a Law propounds Who swarm to circumvent And doom the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their own Sins be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALM XCV COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Whose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyful voyce With bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God O sacrifice In sacred Hymns rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustains The Depths the lofty Mountains made The Land and liquid Plains displaid And curbs them with his Reins O come before his Foot-stool fall Our only God who form'd us all Through Storms of danger led He is our Shepherd we his Sheep His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keep In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wilderness Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Works of Wonder see And to their shame confess When vex'd for forty years I said This People in their hearts have stray'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALM XCVI NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourish'd by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the World his wonders show O how gracious O how great Earth his Foot-stool Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honour'd more Than those gods whom Fools adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beauty Power Divine In his Sanctuary shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mighty Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vows devoutly pay In his beauteous Holiness To the Lord your Prayer address All whom Earths round shoulders bear Serve the Lord with Joy and Fear Tell Mankind Jehovah reigns He shall bind the world in Chains So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyful Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billows rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowry Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake While the Woods Musicians sing To the ever-youthful Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the World shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALM XCVII O Earth joy in Jehovah's Reign You numerous Isles clasp'd by the Main Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold Who fiery Darts before him throws With winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a day of night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountains at his Presence sweat Like pliant Wax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie Who rules the Worlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousness His Glory wondering men confess Let those with shame to Hell descend Whose Knees to cursed Idols bend Whose rocks for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankind and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect Who Sin abhor and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th' Upright You Just your joyful Hearts elate His blest Memorial celebrate PSALM XCVIII SIng to the King of kings Sing in unusual Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Arms alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He â—ustice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full display'd And promise made To Iacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise With universal Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyn The warbling Voice Let all rejoyce With Joy divine The sprightly Trumpet sound The shrill-voic'd Cornet bringâ— Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King Rore out you Seas You spangled Skies All you comprise Rejoyce with these Floods clap your thronging waves You Hills exalt your mirth He who his People saves Now comes to judge the Earth The round World shall With Justice trie His Equitie Dispenst to all PSALM XCIX LEt our Foes with terrour quake Let the Earths Foundations shake Now the Lord his Reign begins Thron'd between the Cherubins O how great in Sions Towers High above all Mortal Powers Great and terrible his Name Since so holy praise the same
And shield from harm Help from his Sanctuary send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours bless And crown thy Counsels with success We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensigns in that pray'dâ—for Day With Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfil Now know I his Anointed He Will hear and free With saving Hand and Mighty Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants hear And in our aid Great King appear PSALM XXI LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast shown Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voice Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gems and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Days which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made With high Majesty array'd Of resistless Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joys are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercy of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy own right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruin joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devour them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could perform Let thy Arrows like a Storm Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALM XXII MY God! O why hast thou forsook Why O so far withdrawn thine Aid Nor when I roared pity took My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtains were display'd Yet would'st not Thou vouchsafe a look Yet thou art Holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worm no man am made The scorn of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeem from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainly call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the Womb by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When born Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with fear distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Bulls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thaws My vigour as a Pot-sheard dry'd My thirsty Tongue cleaves to my jaws In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compass me on ev'ry side And multitudes who hate thy Laws My Hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seen with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamless garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor O be deaf to my sad prayer Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicorns guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound O praise him you who fear the Lord You Sons of Iacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their crys who help implore His Face he hides not nor the Poor In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vows before them all The Meek abundantly shall feed The Faithful praise their Help at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Up-rise Shall God profess and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdom is his own For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gain Who poorly creep upon the ground And scarce their needy lives sustain Shall eat and to his easie reign Submit with joys eternal crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousness proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALM XXIII THe Lord my Shepherd me his Sheep Will from consuming Famine keep He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soul refresh'd with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting sin informs my ways No terrour can my courage quail Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vail By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staff my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flows with pleasant Wine While all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyn in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALM XXIV THe round and many-peopled Earth What from her womb extract their birth And whom her foodful breast sustains Are his who high in glory raigns The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountain rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foul intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice Who only their infection fears And never fraudulently swears The Lord his Saviour him shall bless And cloth him with his Righteousness Such are of Iacobs Faithful Race Who seek him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Pow'r compleat The Lord in Battail more than great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALM XXV ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soul erect Lord let not shame my look deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Star display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy relief expect Think of thy Mercies shown of old Thy Mercies more than can be told The sins of my unbridled Youth Nor frail Transgressions call to mind Let
but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dancing turn'd The Sack-cloth torn wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glory might proclame Thy Favours in a joyful Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALM XXXI WHo trusts in Thee O let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soul secure Lord lend a willing ear with speed protect Be thou my Rock with thy strong Arm immure My Rock my Fortress for thy Honour aid And my ingaged feet from Danger guide Pull from their subtil Snares in secret laid O thou my only Strength so often try'd To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend O my Redeemer O thou God of Truth Who Lies invent or unto Idols bend I have abhorr'd but lov'd Thee from my Youth I will rejoice and in thy Mercy boast That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know Deliver when in expectation lost Nor yield him to the Triumph of his Foe Now help the Comfortless my Sight decays My Spirits faint my Flesh consumes with care My Life is spent with grief in sighs my Days My Strength through Sin dissolves my Bones impareâ— To all my Foes I am become a scorn Nor least to those who seem'd in love most near By all my late familiar Friends forlorn Who when they meet me turn aside for fear Forgot like those who in the Grave abide And as a broken vessel past repair Traduc'd by many fear on every side Who counsel take and would my life insnare But Lord my Hopes are on thee fixt I said Thou art my God my Days are in thy Hand Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid And those who persecute my Soul withstand O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine Save for thy Mercies sake from Shame deâ—end Shame cover those who keep no Laws of thine And undeplored to the Grave descend The lying lips in endless silence close That with despite and pride traduce the Just. What Joy hast thou reserv'd what wrought for thosâ— In sight of all who fear and in thee trust Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs They in thy close Pavilion shall abide Secured from the strife of envious Tongues Blest he who in a walled City hath To me his wonderful Affection shown I rashly said I am the food of Wrath Cut off for ever from his Presence thrown Yet thou O ever blessed heard'st my Prayer When to thy Mercy I address my Cry O love the living Lord all you that are His chosen Saints and on his Aid rely For he the Faithful ever will preserve And render to the Proud their full deserts Couragious be all you who hope and serve The Lord of Life who will confirm your hearts PSALM XXXII BLest O thrice blest is he Whose Sins remitted be And whose Im-pi e ties God covers from his Eyes To whom his Sins are not Imputed as forgot His Soul with guile unstain'd While silent I remain'd My bones consum'd away I roared all the day For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavy light My moisture dry'd throughout Like to a Summers drought I then my Sins confest How far I had transgrest When all I had reveal'd Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd For this who Godly are Shall seek to Thee by Prayer Seek when thou may'st be found In Deluges undrown'd Thou art my safe Retreat My Shield when dangers threat Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance I will instruct and show The way which thou shouldst goe The way to Pietie And guide thee with mine eye Be not like Mule and Horse Whose reason is their Force Whose mouth the Bit and Rein Lest they rebel restrain Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose But those who God affect His Mercy shall protect O you who are upright In God your God delight You Just his blessed Choice In Him with Songs rejoice PSALM XXXIII TO God you Just your Voices raise It you beseems to sing his Praise O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings To Harp and Lute new Dities sing Sing loud with skillful fingering His Words are crown'd by their event And all his Works are permanent Justice and Judgement he affects His Bounty upon all reflects His Word the arched Heav'ns did frame His Breath the Stars eternal Flame He the collected Seas confines And folds the Deep in Magazines The Lord O all you Nations fear All whom the Earths round shoulders bear He spake 't was done as soon as said At his Commandment stedfast made The People counsel take in vain Their Projects no success obtain The Counsels of the Lord are sure His Purposes no Change indure Blest they whose God Jehovah is The Nation set apart for his The Lord looks from the lofty Skies On careful Mortals casts his Eyes The Lord looks from his Residence The Sons of men beholds from thence He fashioned their hearts alone To him their Thoughts and deeds are known No King is saved by an Host No Giant in his strength should boast There rests no Safety in a Horse None are deliver'd by his force Gods eyes are ever on the Just Who fear and in his Mercy trust To free their Souls from swallowing Earth And keep alive in time of Dearth Our fervent Souls on God attend Our help who only can defend In whom our Hearts exult for joy Because we on his Name rely Great God to us propitious be As we have fixt our Hopes on thee PSALM XXXIV THe Lord I will for ever bless My Tongue his praises shall profess In him my Soul shall boast The Meek shall hear the same and joy His Name with me O magnifie Extoll the Lord of Hosts My Prayers ascending pierc'd his ear Who snatch'd me from those storms of fear The Meek who God expect Who flow to him like living Brooks Shame never shall distain their looks Nor with foul guilt infect This Wretch in his adversity Then men shall say to God did cry Whose Mercy him secur'd The Angels of Jehovah those Who fear him with their Tents inclose By Strength divine immur'd How good our God O taste and see Who trust in him thrice happy be You Saints O fear him still Such feel no want the Lions rore For hunger but who God implore He shall with Plenty fill Come children with attention hear I will instruct you in his fear What man delights in life Seeks to live happily and long From evil guard thy wary Tongue Thy lips from fraud and strife Do good and wicked deeds eschew Seek sacred Peace her steps pursue Gods Eyes are on the Just Their cries his open Ear attends But on the Bad his wrath descends Their Names reduc'd to dust He hears the Righteous and their cry â—reserv'd in their adversity A broken heart affects And Souls contrite which in Him trust Great are the afflictions of the Just But He in all
his Guide Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide Men seek his blood but God defends nor shall He by the sentence of the Wicked fall Wait on the Lord nor his straight paths transgress And evermore this pregnant Soil possess But those who in iniquity delight Shall be cut off and perish in thy sight The Wicked I have seen in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurel grow Yet vanish hence as he had never been I sought him but he was not to be seen Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Ungodly are at once cut down And perish without pity or renown The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aid depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALM XXXVIII NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrows wound Nail to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from pain and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sin abounds in me Like Billows they my head transcend Beneath their heavy load I bend My Ulcers swell Corrupt and smell Of Folly the sad end Perplext in mind I pine away And mourning waste the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o're-thrown Through anguish of my Soul I groan Lord thou dost see My thoughts and me My Sighs to thee are known My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight grows dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Who seek my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischief bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deaf to them appear As mute as if I tongueless were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speak nor hear Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O hear my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruin joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrows bent My sins excess I will confess In show'rs of tears repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causeless hate are multiply'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pitty take Nor me in my extreames forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALM XXXIX I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve With Bit and Reins my Tongue keep in Too prone to Sin Nor to their Calumnie reply Who glory in Im pi e ty I like a Statue silent stood Dumb even to good My Sorrows boyling in my breast Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Grief a tongue Of those few days I have to spend And my last End Inform me Lord that I may so My Frailty know My time is made short as a Span As nothing is the Age of man Man nothing is but Vanitie Though thron'd on high Walks like a shadow and in vain Turmoils with pain He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knows not who shall prove his Heir Lord what expect I thou the Scope Of all my Hope Him from his loath'd Transgressions free Who trusts in Thee Nor O subject me to the Rule And proud derision of a Fool With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbear lest instant Death Force my faint breath When thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawn by the Moth Himself a short-liv'd vanitie And born to dye Lord to my Prayers incline thine Ear And thy afflicted Servant hear Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourn here O let me gather strength before I pass away and be no more PSALM XL. FOr God I patiently did look He to my crys inclin'd his Ear And when invironed with fear From that Abyss of horror took Drew from the Mud and on a Rock Establish'd to indure the shock Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise un-sung before Many shall see with fear adore And trusting in th' Almighty say Who on the Lord depend are blest Who Liers and the Proud detest Many and full of wonder are The Works O Lord which Thou hast wrought What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought O who in order can declare 'T were lost endeavour to express Their number that are numberless Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants ear To Thee Oblations are not dear Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Laws are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfil I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousness to all impart My lips are unrestrain'd by me Which Lord is only known to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my breast But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy shown Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aid With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soul invade So changed with Iniquities That they ev'n blind my fearful eyes In number they my hairs exceed My fainting heart pants in my breast Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let shame at once confound them all That seek my Soul and plot my fall Be they repulst with Infamy Who persecute with deadly hate Deservedly left desolate Who Ha Ha! in derision cry Let all who seek thy Help rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerful Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poor and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy relief defer PSALM XLI WHo duly shall the Poor regard Hath his Reward The Lord in time of Trouble shall Prevent his fall He shall among the Living rest And with the Earths increase be blest Lord render him not up to those Who are his Foes When he in sorrow languisheth Near unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sickness make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soul the lothsome stains Of Sin retains My Foes have said When shall he die And yet out-live his Memory â—f any visit they devise Deceitful Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischief load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heav'n is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heel against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I
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
flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers Submits himself to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creep below The poor 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 Womb The Childless Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALM CXIV WHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his own People sanctifi'd And he himself became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Iordan shrunk into his Head The cloudy Mountains skipt like Rams The little Hills like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Iordan shrunk'st thou to the Head Why Mountains did you skip like Rains And why you little Hills like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Iacobs Race Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake When Springs from flinty intrails brake PSALM CXV WE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aid afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing Word Why should th' insulting Heathen cry Where '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 frail Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumb mouths and ears that cannot hear Fools on their Altars incense throw Who nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to move or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senseless they who Idols make Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Help and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that fear him trust He shall protect you in distress The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithful Servants bless The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poor and who in power excel That love and on his aid rely They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow Whose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reigns Among the sons of men divides The Earth and all that Earth contains Who sleep within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALM CXVI MY Soul intirely shall affect The Lord whose ears my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd The greedy jaws of Hell prevail'd Deprest with grief When all relief And humane pity fail'd I cry'd My God O look 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 mind by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soul then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my tears Redeem'd from Death and deadly fears That still I might Walk in his sight And number many years Thus with a firm belief I pray'd Yet in extreams of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortal birth Even all of Lies are made What shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will perform my Vows this day Where 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 perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALM CXVII 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 With constant Faith PSALM CXVIII PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confess that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercy springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battails then how can â— fear the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Far better to have Confidence â—n God than trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Than 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 â— with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarm His holy Name and pow'rful Arm Shall soon consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorn devours Mad men his Fall you seek in vain Whom great Jehovah's Hands sustain He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerful Wrong Our Tents with publick Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his own Right hand hath fought His own Right hand hath Wonders wrought â— shall not dye but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects â—et from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doors set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doors at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymns immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries That Stone the Builders from them cast Is highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary bless And daily pray for your success God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Souls and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars horns a Lamb New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXIX ALEPH. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seek with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray No tempting Vice shall those from Virtue draw Who with unfainting Zeal observe his Law â—â—rd by thy sacred Rule my steps direct â—hose shall not blush who thy Commands affect â—y Justice learnt my Soul shall sing thy Praise â—â—rsake me
sway The Parts th' are Blest-with some more Blessed way Fate can against Thee but two Foes advance Sharp-sighted Envy and Blind Ignorance The first by Nature like a shadow near To all great Acts I rather Hate than Fear For them since whatsoever most they Raise In Private That they most in Throngs Dispraise And know the Ill they Act Condemn'd within Who envies Thee may no man envy Him The last I Fear not much but Pity more For though they cannot the least Fault explore Yet if they might the high Tribunal Clime To Them thy Excellence would be thy Crime For Eloquence with things Prophane they joyn Nor count it fit to Mix with what 's Divine Like Art and Paintings laid upon a Face Of it self sweet which more Deform than Grace Yet as the Church with Ornaments is Fraught Why may not That be too which There is Taught And sure that Vessel of Election Paul Who Judais'd with Jews who All to All So to Gain some would be at least Content Some for the Curious should be Eloquent For since the Way to Heaven is Rugged who Would have the Way to that Way be so too Or thinks it fit we should not Leave obtain To learn with Pleasure what we Act with Pain Since then Some stop unless their Path be Even Nor will be led by Soloecismes to Heaven And through a Habit scarce to be control'd Refuse a Cordial when not brought in Gold Much like to them to that Disease Inur'd Which can be no way but by Musick cur'd I Ioy in Hope that no small Piety Will in their Colder Hearts be Warm'd by Thee For as none could more Harmony dispense So neither could thy flowing Eloquence So well in any Task be us'd as this To Sound His Praises forth whose Gift it is Cui non certaverit ulla Aut tantum fluere aut totidem durare per annos Virg. Georg. 2. FALKLAND An ODE to my worthy Kinsman Mr. GEORGE SANDYS Upon his excellent Paraphrase on the PSALMS O Breath again that holy Lay Did convay Unto my soul so sweet a Fire I desire That all my Senses charm'd to Ear Should fix there O might this sacred Anthem last 'Till Time's past Until we warble forth a higher In the Quire Of Angels till the Sphears keep time To your Rime Amphion did a City raise By his Layes The Stones did dance into a Wall At his call But your divinely-tuned Air Doth repair Ev'n Man himself whose stony Heart By this Art Rebuildeth of its own accord To the Lord A Temple breathing holy Songs In strange Tongues You fit both Davids Lyre and Notes To our Throats See the green Willow now not wears Of their Tears The sadly silent Trophyes we From the Tree Take down the Hebrew Harps and reach In our speech What ever we do hate what fear What love dear Now in faint Accents praising God For his Rod Since that his punishing a Child Must be stil'd A Blessing But our thankful Layes Do his Praise Sound in the loudest Key when e're He draws near In Mercy not affrighting Power In that Hour New Life approacheth Then our Joy Doth employ Each Faculty and Tune each Air To a Prayer But by and by our Sins do cause A sad Pause Our Hands lift-up and cast-down Eyes Our faint Cryes Do in their sadly-pleasing Tones Speak our Mones In stead of Harps we strike our Breasts All the Rests Attend his Musick are a Tear Which Sighs bear In their soft Language up on high To the Skie Whence God delighted with our Grief Sends Relief Thus unto You we owe the Joys The Sweet Noise Of our ravish'd Souls we borrow Hence our Sorrow Repentant Sorrow which doth glad Not make sad We weep in your Lines we rejoyce In your Voyce Whose pleasing Language fans the Fire Of Desire Which flames in Zeal and calmly fashions All our Passions Which you so sweetly have exprest Some have guest We Hallelu-jahs shall rehearse In your Verse Then be secure your well-tun'd Breath Shall now out-live the Date of Death And when Fate pleases you shall have Still-Musick in the silent Grave You from Above shall hear each day One Dirge dispatch'd unto your Clay These your own Anthems shall become Your lasting Epicedium Dudly Digges To the Reader THe Paraphrase upon the Psalms though he rank'd according to the Chronology was fâ—â— Writ and Published and therefore these Verses 〈◊〉 in time precede those that are fixt in the Front of 〈◊〉 Volume A PARAPHRASE Upon the FIRST BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM I. THat Man is truly blest who never strays By false advice nor walks in Sinners ways Nor sits infected with their scornful pride Who God contemn and Pi-e-ty deride But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heav'nly Laws those studies day and night He shall be like a Tree that spreads his Root By living Streams producing timely Fruit His Leaf shall never fall the Lord shall bless All his indeavours with desir'd success Men lost in Sin unlike rewards shall find Disperst like Chaff before the furious Wind Their guilt shall not that horrid day indure Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure For God approves those ways the Righteous tread But Sinful Paths to â—ure Destruction lead PSALM II. HOw are the Gentiles all on fire Whâ—â— rage they with vain menacings Earths haughty Potentates and Kings 'Gainst God against his Christ conspire Break we say they their fervile bands And cast their cords from our free hands But God from his Coelestial Throne Shall laugh and their attempts deride Then high incenst thus check their pride â—His Wrath in their confusion shown Loe I my King have Crown'd and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill That great Decree I shall declare For thus I heard Jehovah say Thou art my Son begot this day Request and I will grant thy Prayer Subject all Nations to thy Throne And make the Sea-bound Earth thine own Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway Like earthen Vessels break their Bones Be wise O you who sit on Thrones And Judges grave advice obey With joyful Fear O serve the Lord With trembling Joy embrace his Word In due of Homage kiss the Son Lest He his wrathful looks display And so you perish in the way His anger newly but begun Then blessed only are the Just Who on th' Anointed fix their trust PSALM III. MY God how are my foes increast What multitudes against me rise Who say giâ—â— we his Soul no rest Whom God forsakes and Men despise But thou art my Support my Tower My Safety my choice Ornament Before thy Throne my Prayers I pow'r Heard from thy Sions high ascent No fears affright my soft repose Thou my Night-watch my Guard by Day Not Miriads of Armed Foes Nor Treasons secret hands dismay Arise O vindicate my Cause My Foes whom wicked Hate provoke Thou Lord hast smit their cankred Jaws And all their Teeth asunder broke Thou Lord the
only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
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
protects Keeps every bone of theirs intire The Wicked swallows in his Ire And who the Righteous hate The Lord his Servants shall redeem Those ever dear in his esteem Who on his Promise wait PSALM XXXV LOrd plead my cause against my foes With such as fight against me fight Arise thy ample Shield oppose And with thy Sword defend my right Address thy Spear those in their way Encounter who my Soul invade To her O let thy Spirit say I am thy God and saving Aide Let those who my disgrace contrive Hang down their heads for flight design'd Who seek my fall let Angels drive Like Chaff befoâ—e the blustring wind Obscure and slippery be their path Let winged Troops pursue their foil Since they for me with causeless wrath Have dig'd a pit and pitch'd a Toil Let suddain ruin them destroy Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid Then in the Lord my Soul shall joy And glory in his timely Aid My Bones shall say O who like thee That arm'st the Weak against the Strong That do'st the Poor and Needy free From outrage and too powerful wrong False witnesses against me stood Who unknown accusations brought That Evil rendered for Good And closely my confusion sought I in their sickness did condole Unfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd With fasting humbled my sad Soul And often to my Prayers return'd Him visited both Night and Day As if an ancient Friend or Brother In Black upon the Earth I lay And wept as for my dying Mother Yet these rejoyced in my woe False Comforters about me croud And least I should their cunning know They rent their Cloths and cry'd aloud Like Hypocrites at Feasts they jeer Whose gnashing teeth their hate profess O Lord how long wilt thou forbear And only look on my distress O save from those who smile and kill My Dearling from the Lions Jaws I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause Let not my causeless Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state Nor wink at me with scornful eyes Who swell with undeserved hate Of Peace they speak not rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue Who wry their mouths at me and say Ha Ha! our eyes thy ruin view This seen 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 We our wish possess Not in their mirthful hearts Ha Ha! W' have swallow'd him in his distress Wrath and confusion seize on those Who in my tribulation joy Let them who glory in my woes Be cloth'd with shame and infamy Let those eternally rejoyce Who favour and assist my right For ever with exalted voice The goodness of our God recite And say O magnifie his Name Who glories in his servants peace My tongue his Justice shall proclame Nor ever in his praises cease PSALM XXXVI WHen I the bold Transgressor see My thoughts thus whisper unto me He never fear'd the Lord He smooths himself in his own eyes 'Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd Their words are vain and full of guile They Wisdom from their hearts exile Forsaken Virtue hate Who mischief on their Beds contrive Through by-ways to bad ends arrive And vices propagate Thy Mercy Lord is thron'd on high And thy approv'd Fidelity The lofty Skie transcends Thy Justice like a Mountain steep Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deep Who man and beast defends O Lord how precious is thy Grace The sons of men their comfort place Beneath thy shady wings They with thy Houshold dainties shall Be fully satisfi'd and all Drink of thy pleasant Springs For O! from thee the Fountain flows Which endless Life on thine bestows Inlight'ned with thy Light On such as know thee show'r 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 mischief great My guiltless Soul surprize The workers of iniquity Are faln like Meteors from the skie Cast down no more to rise PSALM XXXVII VEx not thy self at the impiety Of wicked men nor their frail height envy â—or they shall soon be mow'd like Summers Hay And as the verdure of the Herb decay â—rust thou in God do good and long in peace Possess the Land refresh'd 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 ways 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 Abstain from anger heady wrath eschew Nor fret thou lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue God will cut off the Bad the Faithful bless Who shall the ever-fruitful Land possess After a while th' Unjust shall cease to be Thou shalt his place consider but not see The Meek in heart shall reap the Lands increase And solace in the multitude of Peace Against the Godly wicked Men conspire Gnash their malicious Teeth and foam with ire But God shall laugh at their impiety Because he knows their Day of Doom is nigh They draw their bloody Swords their Bows are bent To kill the Needy Poor and Innocent But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their own Steel their Bow 's asunder broke That little which the Righteous hath excells Th' abundant wealth wherein the Wicked swells For God the arms of violent Men will break But shield the Righteous and support the Weak His eyes behold the suff'rings of the Poor Their firm 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 The Wicked borrow never to restore The Just are gracious and relieve the Poor Whom God shall bless they shall the Land enjoy Whom God shall curse them vengeance shall destroâ— The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs For He even He their ordred paths affects Although they fall yet fall to rise again For his His Care and powerful Hand sustain I have been young am old yet never saw The Just abandon'd nor those who draw From him their birth with beggery opprest He lends in mercy and his Seed are blest Do good shun evil and remain unmov'd For Righteous Souls are of the Lord belov'd His undeserted Saints protecting still Their Plants up-rooting who transgress his Will Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land And dwell therein while Mountains stedfast stand The Righteous Soul of sacred Judgement speaks And from his Lips a spring of Wisdom breaks Gods Law is in his Heart his Light
implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay â—n this thy Love thou dost express That none triumph in my distress For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence â— shall inlighted by the Grace Behold thy Face â—ehovah Israels God be blest While Day and Night the World invest Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Second BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XLII LOrd as the Hart imbost with heat Braies after the cool Rivulet So sighs my Soul for thee My Soul thirsts for the living God When shall I enter his Abode And there his Beauty see Tears are my Food both Night and Day While Where 's thy God they daily say My Soul in plaints I shed When I remember how in throngs We fill'd thy House with Praise and Songs How I their Dances led My Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast With Grief so overthrown With constant Hope on God await â—yet his Name shall celebrate For Mercy timely shown My fainting Heart within me pants My God consider my Complaints My Songs shall praise thee still Even from the Vale where Iordan flows Where Hermon his high Fore-head shows From Mitsars humble Hill Deeps unto Deeps inraged call When thy dark Spouts of waters fall And dreadful Tempest raves For all thy Floods upon me burst And billows after billows thrust To swallow in their Graves But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soul surpris'd with cares He gives my Songs their Argument God of my life I will present By night to thee my prayers And say My God my Rock O why Am I forgot and mourning die By Foes reduc'd to Dust Their words like weapons pierce my bones While still they Eccho to my Groans Where is the Lord thy Trust My Soul why art thou so deprest O why so troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy Load With constant Hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIII MY God thy Servant vindicate O plead my Cause against their hate Who seek my utter spoil Deliver from the Merciless Who with bold Injuries oppress And prosper in their guile For of my Strength thou art the Lord. Why like to one by thee abhorr'd Dost thou my Soul expose Why wander I in black araid My body worn my mind dismaid Pursu'd by cruel Foes Thy Favour and thy Truth extend Let them into my Soul descend Conducted by their light Conducted to thy holy Hill And House blest with thy Presence still There to injoy thy sight Then will I to thy Altar bring An acceptable offering That dost such Joys afford There on a tuneful Instrument With Songs that joyn in sweet consent Thy sacred praise record My Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy load With constant hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIV LOrd we have heard our Fathers tell The Wonders wrought by thee of old To them by their great Grandsires told How by thy Hand the Heathen fell Of fruitfull Canaan dispossest And Israel planted in their room They perish'd by a fearful Doom While ours in growth and strength increast Not their own Swords that pleasant Land Did conquer and their Foes eject Nor did their arms their lives protect It was thy Arm and powerful Hand It was the Splendor of thy Face And by thy Favour they o're-came My King my God O still the same Salvation send to Iacobs Race For by thy Aid our Enemies Lay bleeding on the stained ground And in thy Name we did confound Who ever durst against us rise Our Sword 's unable to defend We will not trust in our weak Bows Thou Lord hast sav'd us from our Foes And brought them to a shameful end For this with praises we adore And ever celebrate thy Name But now Thou casts us off to shame Nor lead'st our Armies as before Our faces from our Foes reverst A Spoil to such as hunt for blood Thou giv'st us up as Sheep for food Among th' uncircumcis'd disperst For nought thou dost thy People sell Nor art inriched by their price Our Neighbours in our fall rejoice A Scorn to all that near us dwell A By-word to the Heathen grown Who shake their heads in our disgrace My shame is still before my face My Eyes to Earth with blushes thrown Sprung from the bold blasphemers taunts And proud Avengers threatning look Yet Lord we have not thee forsook Nor falsify'd thy Covenants Our hearts have not their Faith dissolv'd Our Steps the Path prescribed keep Though Thou hast crusht us in the Deep And with the shades of Death involv'd â—or should we from the Lord depart Or to strange Gods our hearts uprear O would not this to him appear Who knows the Secrets of our Heart Yet for thy sake are daily slain For slaughter mark'd like butcher'd Sheep Awake O Lord why dost thou sleep Rise nor for ever Us disdain O to thy Own at length return Why dost Thou hide thy chearful face With-drawing thy accustom'd Grace From such as in Affliction mourn For lo our Souls are wrapt in dust Our bellies to the Centre cleave O for thy Mercies sake receive And succour those who in Thee trust PSALM XLV WIth heat divine inspir'd I sing A Panegyrick to the King High Raptures in a numerous stile I with a ready Pen compile Much fairer than our Humane Race Whose lips like Fountains flow with Grace For this the Lord thy Soul shall bless With everlasting Happiness Gird O most Mighty on thy Thigh Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie In triumph arm'd with Truth ride on By Clemency and Justice drawn No mortal vigour shall withstand The fury of thy dreadful Hand Thy piercing Arrows in the Kings Opposers hearts shall dye their wings Thy Throne no wast of Time decays Thy Scepter sacred Justice sways Thou Virtue lov'st but hast abhorr'd Deformed Vice for this the Lord Hath thee alone preferr'd and shed The Oyl of Joy upon thy head Thy Garments which in Grace excell Of Aloes Myrrh and Cassia smell Brought from the Ivory Palaces Which more than other Odors please Kings Daughters to augment thy State Among thy noble Damfels wait The Queen inthron'd on thy right hand Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand. Hark Daughter and by me be taught Thy Countrey banish from thy thought Thy House and Family forget His Joy upon thy Beauty set He is thy Lord O bow before And him eternally adore The Daughters of Sea-circled Tyre Shall bring their Purple and desire Even they whom Wealth and Honour grace To see the sweetness of thy Face Her Mind all Beauties doth infold Her fair limbs clad in purfled Gold She shall unto the King be brought In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought While Virgins on her Train attend Whose Faith and Friendship know no end Whom they
with joy shall lead along Eterniz'd in a Nuptial Song And with renew'd Applauses bring Unto the Palace of the King Thou in thy Royal Fathers place Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race Who over all the Earth shall sway While the cleer Sun directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the World divulge thy Fame PSALM XLVI GOd is our Refuge our strong Tow'r Securing by his Mighty Pow'r When Dangers threaten to devour Thus Arm'd no fears shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shook her Hills into the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billows to the Skies And Mountains shake with horrid noise Clear streams purl from a Crystal Spring Which Gladness to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternal King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her fair Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdoms which our ruin fought He makes destructive War surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universal Peace He breaks their Bows unarms their Quivers The bloody Speer in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbear and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALM XLVII LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise Who from a bove Dire Lightning flings The King of kings Of all that move who le Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath thrown A fair Possession chose For us that are his Own The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends With Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalms For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reigns Sits on his Holy Throne All whom the Earth sustains Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALM XLVIII THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the City of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Fair Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beauty and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The City of the Mighty King God dwells within her lofty Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruin sought Who armed Troops before her brought At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such fear such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throws At thy command black Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores We what we heard our Fathers tell Have seen who in this City dwell The City of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulness We in thy Temple still profess As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice far renown'd O Sion Iudah's Diadem You Daughters of Ierusalem Unite your Joys and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seen Go walk the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her fair Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remain And us unto our Last sustain PSALM XLIX ALL you who dwell upon the foodful Earth Both Rich and Poor of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdom shall impart And knowledge from the fountain of my heart I unto light dark Parables will bring And to my solemn Harp Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I fear When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws near O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store Who can redeem his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-prais'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streams conceal Or Hills inclose can banish'd Life repeal That he might live unto Eternitie Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrails lye They see the Wise and Fools to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their name But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vain course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just. Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soul redeem and to his Joys prefer Despair not when a man grows Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soul descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their own Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerful Light Man high in honour whose ignoble breast No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALM L. THe God of gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heav'n and conscious Earth to witness call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thund'ring Skie shall make his Justice known When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People hear Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steer Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that year For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountains feed â— know all Fowl which Hill or Valleys yield And number all the Cattel of the Field Will I if hungry unto Thee complain When all is Mine which Sea and Land contain Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou think That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drink A thankful heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vows to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soul from Death and thou my Name shall praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explain My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word
thy Saints displease For then what were it to be just or good My Soul this secret never understood Till I into thy Sanctuary came And there beheld their Honour end in Shame Thou hast on slippery hights their greatness plac'd Down Head-long from their Noon of glory cast How are they unto Desolation brought Consumed in the moment of a thought Such as a pleasant dream when Sleep forsakes Our flattered sense so when thy Wrath awakes Thou in thy dreadful fury shalt destroy Their empty and Imaginary joy These former thoughts did my weak Soul molest So ignorant so vain so like a beast Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand Thou held'st me up by thy Almighty hand Thou by thy counsel shalt direct my waies And after to eternal Glory raise For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above Or what on Earth can my Affections move My Thoughts and Flesh are frail yet Lord thou art My Portion and the Vigour of my Heart Who thee abandon shall to Death descend And they whose knees to cursed Idols bend I as my duty will to God repair On Him rely and his great Acts declare PSALM LXXIV LOrd why hast Thou abandoned O why for ever shall thine Ire Consume like a devouring Fire The Sheep which in thy pastures fed O think of those who were thy own By Thee of old from bondage brought Th' Inheritance which thou hast bought And Sion thy affected Throne Come O come quickly and survey What spoil the barbarous Foe hath made Lo all in heaps of ruins laid Thy Temple their accursed prey Like Lions with sharp Famine whet They in thy Sanctuary roar All purple in thy Peoples gore And there their conquering Ensigns set It was esteem'd a great renown With Ax to square the Mountain Okes Now they demolish with their strokes And hew the carved Fabrick down Who lo with all-infolding flame The beauty of the Earth devour Profanely prostrate on the floor That Temple sacred to thy Name Now said they with a sudden hand Give we a general End to all By Fire the holy structures fall Through this depopulated Land No Miracles amaze our Foes There are no Prophets to divine That might our miseries decline None know the period of our woes Ah! how long shall our Enemies Exult and glory in our shame How long shall they Blaspheme thy Name Great God and thy slow Wrath despise Thy hand out of thy Bosome draw Nor longer thy Revenge with-hold My God thou wast our King The old Amazed World thy Wonders saw Thou struck'st the Erythaean waves When Seas from Seas in tumult fled Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head And mad'st the joyning Floods their Graves That great Leviathan of Nile To Beasts and Serpents which possess The dry and foodless Wilderness By Thee delivered for a Spoil Thou clav'st the Rock from whose green wound The thirst expelling Fountain brake Thou mad'st the heady Streams forsake Their Chanels and become dry ground The cheerful Day Night cloth'd in shade The Moon and radient Sun are Thine Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine Summer and Winter by Thee made Great God of gods forget not those Who Thee reproachfully despise Remember Lord the Blasphemies Cast on thee by our frantick Foes O! to the wicked Multitude Surrender not thy Turtle-dove Nor from thy tender care remove The Poor by powerful Wrong pursu'd Thy Cov'nant bound by Oath maintain For Darkness over-spreads the Face Of all the Land in every place Destruction Rape and Slaughter reign Let not th' opprest return with shame But crown thee with deserv'd applause O patronize thy proper Cause Remember Fools revile thy Name O let their Sorrows never cease Who blast Thee with their Calumnies The tumults of their Pride who rise Against Thee every day increase PSALM LXXV THy Praises O eternal King Our Souls in sacred Verse will sing The wonders of thy Works declare Thy Presence in thy Power and Care When I shall wear the Hebrew Crown High Justice shall my Reign renown The Land with weak'ning Discord rent The People without Government Faint and dissolve Her Pillars I Support her Breaches fortifie Proud Man I said renounce thy Pride Thou Fool thy Folly cast aside Do not so high your Horns erect Nor bellow as with yoak uncheckt Preferment from the Orient Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent Nor Desert comes God guides our Fates He raiseth and He ruinates A cup of red and mingled Wine He poureth out to me and mine But every Rebel in the Land Shall drink the Dregs squeez'd by his Hand His noble Acts I will relate The God of Iacob celebrate Suppress the Wicked and their wayes The Just to Wealth and Honour raise PSALM LXXVI GOd in Iudah is renown'd Salem with his Temple crown'd He in sacred Sion dwells Israel his wonders tells He their flying Ensigns tears Shivers the Assyrian Spears He their Swords Shields Arrows broke Kill'd subdu'd without a stroke Thou more excellent than they That on Iuries Mountains prey Who the Great in battel foil'd Of their lives and honours spoil'd Not the Mighty could withstand Nor so much as find a hand Princes by thy only Breath With the Vulgar sleep in Death Terrible unto thy Foes O who can thy Wrath oppose When as they thy Thunder hear Mortals stand amaz'd and fear When from thy eternal Rest Thou descend'st to save th' Opprest Malice but it self betrayes And converts into thy praise Future rage thou shalt restrain Making their indeavours vain Iacobs Seed with one accord Pay your Vows unto the Lord. Holy Levites Offerings bring Of his glorious Conquest sing He who Princes overthrows O how fearful to his Foes PSALM LXXVII TO God I cry'd He heard my cries Again when plung'd in miseries Renew'd with raised hands and eyes My festred wounds ran all the Night No comfort could my Soul invite To relish long out-worn delight I call'd upon the Ever-blest And yet my troubles still increast Almost to Death by sorrow prest Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake Words fail my grief sighs only spake Which from my panting bosome brake Then did my Memory unfold The wonders which thou wrought'st of old By our admiring Fathers told The Songs which in the Night I sung When deeply by affliction stung These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue Wilt thou for ever Lord forsake Nor pity on th' afflicted take O shall thy mercy never wake Wilt thou thy promise falsifie Must I in thy displeasure die Shall Grace before thy Fury flie This said I thus my Passions checkt His changes on their ends reflect To punish and restore th' Elect. His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance I will tell What in our Fathers days befell His counsels from our reach are set Hid in his sacred Cabinet What God like ours so Good so Great Who wonders can effect alone His Peoples great Redemption To Iacob's Seed and Ioseph's known The yielding Floods confess thy Might The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight And
now a general Reproach to all The Syrian and base Edomite Deride and in our woes delight How long Lord shall thy jealous ire Devour like Fire Thy Anger in a dreadful show'r Of vengeance pow'r On those who know not thy great Name And think thy Worship but a shame For they have laid our Country waste Our Cities ras't Lord O remember not the crimes Of former times But for thy tender mercy save Our souls now humbled to the grave Lord for the glory of thy Name Redeem from shame O purge us and propitious be From thraldom free Why should the Heathen thus blaspheme And say Your God is but a Dream Against them let thy Vengeance rise Before our eyes And for our blood shed by their guilt Let theirs be spilt O hear the sighing Prisoners cry And save whom they have doom'd to die Our spiteful Neighbours Lord deride Thee in their pride With seven-fold vengeance recompense Their insolence So we thy flock our God will praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise PSALM LXXX THou Shepherd of thy Israel That Flock-like leadest Iosephs Race Who 'twixt the Cherubims dost dwell O hear shew thy inlightning Face Exalt thy saving power before Manasseh Ephraim Benjamin O from Captivity restore And let thy beams upon us shine Great God of Battail wilt thou still Be angry and our prayers despise Bread steep'd in tears our stomachs fill We drink the rivers of our eyes Our scoffing Neighbours fall at strife Among themselves to share our right Great God restore the dead to life And comfort by the quick'ning light This Vine from Aegypt brought the Foe Expel'd was planted by thy hand Thou gav'st it room and strength to grow Untill her branches fill'd the Land The Mountains took a shade from these Which like a grove of Cedars stood Extending to the Tyrian Seas And to Euphrates rowling Flood O why hast thou her Fences ras't Whilst every Stragler pulls her Fruit The browsing Heard her branches waste And salvage Boars plow-up her root Great God return this trampled Vine From Heaven behold with mild aspect Once planted by that Hand of thine The branches of thy own Elect. Which now cut down wild Flames devour Through thy fierce wrath to ruin brought Protect thy People by thy Power And perfect what thy self hath wrought Reviv'd we will thy Name adore Nor ever from thy Pleasure swerve O from Captivity restore And by thy powerful grace preserve PSALM LXXXI TO God our Strength your voices raise In sacred numbers sing his praise The warbling Lute sweet Viol bring And solemn Harp loud Timbrels ring The new Moon seen shrill Trumpets sound Your sacred Feasts with Triumph crown'd These Rites our God established When Israel He from Aegypt led Their necks with Yokes of bondage wrung Inured to an unknown tongue Your burdens I have cast away Said he and cleans'd your hands from clay Then sav'd when in your fears you cry'd And from the thundring Cloud reply'd I try'd you heard your murmurings At Meribah's admired Springs You Sons of Israel give ear I will instruct you would you hear Beware no foreign gods adore Nor their adulterate Powers implore I Thee alone brought from the Land Of Bondage with a mighty Hand I know and will supply thy need When naked cloath when hungry feed Yet would not they my Counsel brook But desperately their God forsook Whom I unto their lusts resign'd And errors of their wandring Mind O that they had my voice obey'd Nor from the paths of Virtue straid Then Victory their brows had crown'd Their slaughter'd Foes had spread the ground Then had I made their enemy Submit and at their mercy lye Themselves blest with eternal Peace Inriched with the Earths increase With flour of Wheat and Honey fill'd From breaches of the Rock distill'd PSALM LXXXII GOd sits upon the Throne of Kings And Judges unto judgement brings Why then so long Maintain you wrong And favour Lawless things Defend the Poor the Fatherless Their crying injuries redress And vindicate The Desolate Whom wicked men oppress For they of Knowledge have no Light Nor Will to know but walk in Night Earths Bases fail No Laws prevail Scarce one in heart upright Though Gods and Sons of the most High Yet you like common men shall die Like Princes fall Great God judge all The Earth thy Monarchy PSALM LXXXIII LOrd sit not still as deaf unto our cries For lo our Enemies in tumults rise Even those who thy Omnipotence deny And hate thy Name advance their Crests on high Dark counsels take and secretly contrive Their slaughter whom thy Mercy keeps alive Come say they let us with incessant strokes Hew down this Nation like a grove of Okes Till they no longer be and Israel die Both in his Race and ruin'd Memory They all in one confederacy have made A solemn League supply'd with foreign aid Fierce Idumaeans who in Nomades stray And shaggy Ismaelites that live by prey Th' incestuous Race that border on the Lake Of salt Asphalthis Savage Thieves who take Their name from servile Hagar they who dwell In Gebal Ammonites who Peace expell Stern Palaestines and wild Amalekites False Tyrians Ashur with Lots Sons unites Let them like Midian fall by mutual wounds Like Siscra fall like Iabin on the bounds Of Endor where swift Kison takes his birth Who lay like Dung upon the faâ—ned Earth Like Zeb and Orebs Princes made a prey For Wolves like Zeba and proud Zaâ—muna Who said let us these Israelites destroy And all the Cities of their God enjoy O let them like a wheel be hurried round Like chaff which whirlwinds ravish from the ground As Woods grown dry with age imbrac'd with fire Whose flames above the singed Hills aspire So in the Tempest of thy Wrath pursue And with thy Storms thy trembling Foes subdue O fill their hearts with grief their looks with shame Till they invoke thy late blasphemed Name Confound them with eternal Infamie That they through anguish of their Souls may die That men Jehovah's Wonders may rehearse The great Commander of this Universe PSALM LXXXIV O How amiable are Thy Aboads great God of War How I languish through restraint How my longing Spirits faint Lord for thee I daily crie Iâ— thy absence hourly die Sparrows there their young ones rear And the Summers Harbinger By thy Altar builds her nest Where they take their envy'd rest O my King O thou most High Arbiter of Victorie Happy men who spend their Days In thy Courts there sing thy Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End Who through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Show'rs from Clouds destill And their empty Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Ear. O thou God of Iacob hear Thou our Rock extend thy Grace Look on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Far exceeds
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
suddain dread And from his voices Thunder swiftly fled Then Hills their late concealed Heads extend And sinking Vallies to their Feet descend The trembling Waters through their bottoms wind Till they the Sea their Nurse and Mother find He to the swelling Waves prescribes a bound Lest Earth again should by their rage be drown'd Springs through the pleasant Medows pour their drills Which Snake-like glide between the bordring Hills Till they to Rivers grow where beasts of prey Their thirst asswage and such as man obey In neighbouring Groves the Ayr 's Musicians sing And with their Musick entertain the Spring He from coelestial Casement showers distills And with renew'd increase his Creatures fills He makes the food-full Earth her fruit produce For Cattel Grass and Herbs for humane use The spreading Vine long purple clusters bears Whose juyce the hearts of pensive Mortals chears Fat Olives smooth our brows with suppling Oyl And strengthning Corn rewards the Reapers toil His Fruit affording trees with sap abound The Lord hath Lebanon with Cedars crown'd They to the warbling Birds a shelter yield And wandring Storks in lofty Fir-trees build Wild Goats to craggy Cliffs for refuge flie And Conies in the Rocks dark entrails lie He guides the changing Moons alternate face The Suns diurnal and his annual Race 'T was he that made the all-informing Light And with dark shadows cloaths the aged Night Then Beasts of prey break from their Mountain Caves The roaring Lion pinch'd with hunger craves Food from his hand But when Heavens greatest Fire Obscures the Stars they to their Dens retire Men with the Morning rise to labour prest Toil all the Day at Night return to rest Great God! how manifold how infinite Are all thy Works with what a clear fore-sight Didst thou create and multiply their birth Thy riches fill the far extended Earth The ample Sea in whose unfathom'd Deep Innumerable sorts of Creatures creep Bright scaled Fishes in her Entrails glide And high-built Ships upon her bosome ride About whose sides the crooked Dolphin plays And monstrous Whales huge spouts of water raise All on the Land or in the Ocean bred On Thee depend in their due season fed They gather what thy bounteous Hands bestow And in the Summer of thy Favour grow When thou contract'st thy clouded Brows they mourn And dying to their former dust return Again created by thy quickning breath To re-supply the Massacres of Death No Tract of Time his Glory shall destroy He in th' Obedience of his Works shall joy But when their wild revolts his Wrath provoke Earth trembles and the airy Mountains smoke I all my life will my Creator praise And to his Service dedicate my Daies May he accept the Musick of my Voice While I with sacred Harmony rejoyce Hence you profane who in your Sins delight God shall extirp and cast you from his Sight My Soul bless thou this all-commanding King You Saints and Angels Hallelujah sing PSALM CV TO God O pay your vows invoke his Name And to the World his noble Acts proclame O sing his praises in immortal Verse And his stupendious Miracles rehearse You Saints rejoyce and glory in his Grace His power adore for ever seek his Face Old Abrahams Seed you Sons of the Elect You Israelites O you who God affect Report the Wonders by his finger wrought When in your cause th' inferiour creatures fought Jehovah rules the many-peopled Earth His judgement known to all of humane birth He never will forget his Promise past His Covenants inviolable last Which he to faithful Abraham made before And after to the holy Isaac swore To Iacob sign'd confirm'd to Israel That their large Off-spring should in Canaan dwell When they but few in number wandered In unknown Regions and their Cattel fed He did their lives from violence protect And for their sakes even mighty Princes checkt Touch not said he my Anointed fear to wrong Those sacred Prophets who to Me belong When raging Famine in these Climates reign'd He broke the Staff of Bread which life sustain'd But Ioseph sent before them sold to save His Brethren by whose envy made a slave There for th' Accusers guilt in prison thrown With galling fetters bound for crimes unknown Try'd with affliction at the time decreed At once by Pharoah both advanc'd and freed He of his Houshold gave him the command And made him Ruler over all his Land His Princes to his government Subjects The prudent Youth grave Senators directs Then aged Iacob into Egypt came And sojourn'd in the fruitful Fields of Ham. God in that Land his people multiply'd Their Foes which now their greater strength envy'd Hate what they fear he alienates their hearts To seek their ruin by deceitful Arts. Then Moses on a sacred Embassie And Aaron sent th' Elect of the most High There wrought his dreadful Wonders from the Isle Of Sea-girt Pharo's to the Falls of Nile He bade Cimmerian darkness dim the Day Th' assembled Vapours his commands obey He their seven chanell'd Waters turn'd to Blood The Fishes strangled in their native Flood Frogs from the slimy Earth in Millions spring And skip about the Chambers of the King All parts with swarms of noisome Flies abound And Lice like quickned dust crawl on the ground He storms of killing Hail for Showers bestows And from the breaking clouds his lightning throws Blasts all the Vines and Fig-trees in the Land The Woods with Tempests torn or naked stand Innumerable Locusts these succeed And Caterpillars on their leavings feed They bite the tender Herb the bud and flower And all the verdure of the Earth Devour Their Strength the First-born slew which fill'd their ears With Female screeches and their hearts with fears Then He the Hebrews out of Goshen brought In able health with Gold and Silver fraught Th' Inhabitants whose tears augment the Nile At their departure Joy and Fear exile A Cloud to shade them from the Sun was spread And Nightly by a flaming Pillar led At their request he sends them showers of Quails And Bread from Heaven like Coriander hails Cleaves the hard Rocks from whence a Fountain flows And unknown Rivers to those Deserts shows For he his sacred Promise call'd to mind To Abraham his Friend and Servant sign'd Thus he his People brought from servitude Whose long-felt miseries in joy conclude From hence the Heathen by our Weapons chac'd And us his sons in their possessions plac'd That from his Statutes we might never swerve O praise the Lord and him devoutly serve PSALM CVI. WIth grateful hearts Jehovahs praise resound In goodness great whose Mercy hath no bound What Language can express his mighty deeds Or utter his due praise which words exceeds Thrice blessed they who his commands observe Nor ever from the tract of Justice swerve Great God O with benevolent aspect Even with the love thou bear'st to thine Elect Behold and succour That my ravish'd Eyes May see a period of their miseries Who
Thee adore that I may give a voice To thy great Acts and in their joy rejoyce We as our Fathers have thy Grace exil'd Revolted and our Souls with Sin defil'd They of thy Miracles in Egypt wrought So full of Fear and Wonder never thought Thy Mercies than their hairs in number more But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe That all the World his wondrous Power might know There the commanded Sea asunder rent While Israel through his dusty Chanel went Whom He from Phaeroah and his Army saves The swift-returning Floods their fatal Graves Then they his Word believ'd and sung his Praise Yet soon forgot and wandred from his Waies Who long for flesh to pamper their excess And tempt him in the barren Wilderness He grants their wish and with a Flight of Fowls Sent meager Death into their hungry Souls They Moses gentle Government oppose And envy Aaron whom the Lord had chose The yawning Earth then in her silent womb Did Dathan and Abirams Troops intomb A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burns And thoâ—e Conspirators to Ashes turns Yet they the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calf of Gold and to an Idol pray'd The Lord their Glory thus exchanged they For th' Image of a Beast that feeds on Hey Forgot their Saviour all his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o're-flown The Wonders acted by his pow'rful Hand Where the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command God hath pronounc'd their ruin Moses then His Servant Moses and the best of Men Stood in the Breach which their Rebellion made And by his Prayer the hand of Vengeance staid Yea they this fruitful Paradise despis'd Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd But mutined against their faithful Guide And basely wish'd they had in Aegypt dy'd For this the Lord advanc'd his dreadful Hand To overthrow them on th' Arabian Sand To scatter their rebellious Seed among Their Foes expos'd to poverty and Wrong Besides Baal-Peor they ador'd and fed On Sacrifices offer'd to the Dead Thus their Impieties the Lord incense Who smote them with devouring Pestilence But when with noble anger Phineas slew The bold Offenders He his Plagues with-drew This was reputed for a righteous Deed Which should for ever consecrate his Seed So they at Meribah his Anger mov'd The sacred Prophet for their sakes reprov'd Their Cries his Saint-like sufferance provoke Who rashly in his Souls distemper spoke Nor ever entred the affected Land They still rebellious to divine Command Preserv'd those Nations by his Wrath subdu'd Mixt with the Heathen and their Sins pursu'd Their cursed Idols serve with Rites profane Snares to their Soul and from no Crime abstain Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice To Devils and look on with tearless eyes Defil'd the Land with innocent blood which sprung From their own loins on flaming Altars flung Unto adulterate Deities they pray'd And worshipped those Gods their hands had made These crying Sins exasperate the Lord Who now his own Inheritance abhorr'd Given up unto the Heathen for a Prey Slaves to their Foes who hate them most obey Deliver'd oft as oft his Wrath provoke And with increasing Sins renew their Yoke Yet he compassionates their miseries And with soft pity hears their mournful Cries His former Promise calls to mind relents And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents In salvage Hearts unknown Compassion bred By whom but lately into thraldome led Great God of gods thy Votaries protect And from among the Barbarous recollect That we to Thee may dedicate our Daies And joyntly triumph in thy glorious Praise Blest O for ever blest be Israels King All you his People Halelujah sing Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fifth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM CVII EXtoll and our good God adore Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore O you by Tyrants late opprest Now from your servile Yokes releast Praise him who your Redemption wrought And home from barbarous Nations brought From where the Morn her Wings displays From where the Evening crowns the Dayes Beneath the burning Zone and near The Influence of the freezing Bear They in unpeopled Deserts straid The Heavens their Roof the Clouds their shade Their Souls with thirst and hunger faint None by to pity their Complaint When to the Lord their God they cry'd His Mercy their extreams suppli'd He led them through the Wilderness And gave them Cities to possess O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate For he in foodless Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestial Bread From wondring Rocks new Currents roul To satisfie the thirsty Soul Those Rebels who his Counsel slight Imprison'd in the shades of Night Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise When humbled with their miseries They to the Lord addrest their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs From Darkness draws dissolves their Grieves And from Deaths Jaws preserves their lives O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate He breaks Steel-bars and Gates of Brass To force a way for His to pass Those Fools whom pleasing Sins intice Are punish'd by their darling Vice Their Souls all sorts of Food distast Whom Troops of pale Diseases waste When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs His Word restores them from their Graves And from a dreadful Ruin saves O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate Due Praises to his Altar bring And of your great Redemption sing Who sail upon the toiling Main And traffick in pursuit of Gain To such his Power is not unknown Nor wonders in the Ocean shown At his Command black Tempests rise Then mount they to the troubled Skies Thence sinking to the Depths below The Ship Hulls as the Billows flow And all Aboard at every seel Like Drunkards on the Hatches reel When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage And foming Seas suppress their Rage Then singing with a prosperous Gale To their desired Harbour sail O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise He Rivers turns t' a Wilderness â—prings dry'd up by the Suns access To scourge their Sins he makes the Soil Ungrateful to the Owners toil Turns sandy Deserts into Pools And parched Earth with Fountains cools There plants his hungry Colonies Where strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles wear And spreading Vines full clusters bear They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die â—ut when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine War and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devour Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-less Wilderness Conceal'd themselves from Mans access The Poor he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with Joy behold Th' Unjust with fear and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will
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
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
Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely dye Be they like Corn on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome bears But withers still before it ears No Travailer their labours bless Nor say We wish you good success PSALM CXXX OUt of the horrour of the Deep Where fear and sorrow never sleep To the my cries In sighs arise Lord from despair thy servant keep O lend a gracious ear And my petitions hear For if thou should'st our sins observe And punish us as we deserve Not one of all But then must fall Since all from their obedience swerve Yet art not thou severe That we thy Name might fear Thy Mercies our misdeeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearful Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Iacobs Race â—n him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeem from Sin and Hell PSALM CXXXI THou Lord my witness art I am not proud of heart Nor look with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vain pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers breast On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the only scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALM CXXXII REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Iacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convey'd No Roof shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleep my eye-lids close 'Till I have found a place for his abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Ark we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle go And there our selves before thy Foot-stool throw Ascend to thy eternal Rest at length â—hou and the Ark of thy admired strength â— let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctity â—nd all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy â—or Davids sake receive into thy Grace â—rom thy Anointed never turn thy Face â—or thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget â—hy Son shall long possess thy royal Seat â—nd if thy Children my commands obâ—erve â—or from the rules of my prescription swerve â—heir Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway â—ven while the Sun illuminates the Day â—or Sion I have chosen Sion great 〈◊〉 my affections my eternal Seat â— will abundantly increase her store And with the flow'r of Wheat sustain her poor Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyful Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horn of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burn out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALM CXXXIII O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyn in mutual love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Down to the borders of his Vest. T is like the pearls of Dew that drop On Hermons ever-fragrant top Or which the smiling Heavens distill On happy Sions sacred Hill For God hath there his favours plac't And joy which shall for ever last PSALM CXXXIV YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait Who keep your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerful light In th' Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recess The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People bless The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALM CXXXV O You who Ephods wear and Incense fling On sacred flames Jehovah's praises sing You who his Temple guard O celebrate His glorious Name his noble Acts relate How great a joy with such sincere delight To crown the Day and entertain the Night For Israel is his choice and Iacobs Race â—is treasure and the object of his Grace 〈◊〉 power how infinite how much before â—hose mortal gods whom frantick men adore â—ll on his Will depend all Homage owe 〈◊〉 Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below â—t his command exhaled Vapors rise â—nd in condensed clouds obscure the Skies â—rom thence in show'rs He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-born of Men and Cattle slew â—resh streams of blood the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' Inhabitants that drink of Nilus flood At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Great Princes who excell'd in fortitude And mighty Nations by his power subdu'd Strong Sihon whom the Amorites obey'd And strenuous Og who Bashans Scepter sway'd With all the Kingdoms of the Canaanites Who to the Conquerours resign their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitful fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto Eternity And thy immortal Fame shall never dye Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helpless gods ador'd in foreign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deaf Ears still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive Lungs Who made resemble them and such are those Who in such senseless stocks their hopes repose O praise the Lord you who from Israel spring His Praises O you Sons of Aaron sing You of the House of Levi praise his Name All you who God adore his Praise proclaime From Sion praise the only Good and Great Who in Ierusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALM CXXXVI THe Bounty of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters sways Thanks to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings E-ter-nal Mercy springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Sky Those Orbs that move so orderly Firm Earth above The Floods that move Display'd and rais'd the Hills on high For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs Who Sun and Moon inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Stars And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The first-born of Aegyptians slew Whose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerful hand Th' oppressed sons of Iacob drew For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled Who in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-less Deserts led For from the King of kings Eternal mercy springs Who numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid Who Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Unto their Seed Who in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of
Mercy hear my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength than I. My Soul out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King Who trust in thee Shall compass me And of thy Bounty sing PSALM CXLIII LOrd to my cries afford an ear Th' afflicted hear According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soul besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darkness hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrown My heart within me stupid grown I call to mind those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possess my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like rain by thirsty land Approach with speed my Spirits fail Thy Face unveil Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy hear Before the morning Sun appear My God thou art the only scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soul and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Inform me that I may fulfill Thy sacred Will My God let thy good Spirit lead That in thy paths my Feet may tread O for thy Honour quicken me Who trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multiply'd my woes PSALM CXLIV THe Lord my Strength be only prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtful Battle given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortress high-built Tower My Rock Redeemer Shield and Power My only Confidence who still â—ubjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his frail Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanity A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoop from the bending Skies The Mountains touch and Clouds shall rise â—rom thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch down thy hand which only saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies â—â—ur'd to perjuries and lies Their Hands defil'd with fraud and wrong Then will I in a new-made Song Unto the softly-warbling string Of thy Illustrious Praises sing Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd â—ree from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foul deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treachery and guile That in their Youth our Sons may grow Like Lawrel Groves our Daughters show Like polish'd pillars deck'd with Gold Which high and Royal roofs uphold Our Magazines abound with Grain Provision of all sorts contain Increasing Flocks our Pastures fill And well-fed Steers the Fallows till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyn in dreadful fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearful shrieks disturb our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happy O thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALM CXLV I Still will of thy Glory sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall pass without thy praise Prais'd while the Sun his Beams displays Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Works which so in power excell The Beauty of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Sense Men shall thy dreadful Acts relate My Verse thy Greatness celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Justice sing For in Thee Grace and Pity live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodness Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Works transcend Even all thy Works shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy far-spreading Empire speak Thy Power to which all Powers are weak To make thy Acts to Mortals known And glory of thy awfull Throne Thy Kingdom never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustain And Souls dejected raise again All seek from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberal Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his Waies Who Mercy in his Works displaies â—s present by his power with all Who on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect Who love Him Safety shall enjoy The Lord the Wicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodness shall proclame Man-kind for ever praise his Name PSALM CXLVI Hallelu-jah O My Soul praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternal King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no help at all Nor prevent his proper fall When his parting breath expires He again to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertain day All his thoughts with him decay Happy he whom God protects He on whom his Grace reflects Happy he who plants his trust On the only Good and Just. He who Heavens blâ—w Arch display'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Main Made what ever all contain True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Souls with food sustains And unbinds the Prisoners chains To the blind restores his sight Rears who fall by wicked might Righteousness his Soul affects Friendless Strangers he protects Widdows and the Fatherless Those confounds who these oppress Zion God thy God shall raign While the Poles their Orbs sustain Hallelu-jah PSALM CXLVII JEhovah praise with one consent How comely sweet how excellent To sing our great Creators praise Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise Collecting scattered Israel That they in their own Towns may dwell He cures the sorrows of our minds Our wounds imbalms and softly binds He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames And calls them by their several Names Great is our God and great in might His Knowledge O most infinite The Humble unto Thrones erects The Insolent to Earth dejects Present your thanks to our great King On solemn Harps his Praises sing Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides And timely Rain for Earth provides With grass he clothes the pregnant Hills And hungry beasts with Herbage fills He feeds the Ravens croaking brood Left by the Old that cry for food He cares not for the strength of Horse Nor mans strong limbs and matchless force But those affects who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith O Solyma Jehovah praise To God thy Voice O Sion raise Who hath thy City fortify'd Thy streets with Citizens supply'd Firm peace in all thy borders set And fed thee with the flower of Wheat He sends forth his Commands which flie More swift than Lightning through the Skie The Snow-like Wool on