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
Thou our defence secure beneath thy Wing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroe powr'd my Sacred Oyl To guide my People and preserve from spoil â— will support him with my powerful Arm No â—oe shall tribute force nor Treason harm His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soul by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemency shall crown his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He â—rom the Billows of the Tyrian Main To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reign Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall â—e Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reign his Throne shall last While days have light and nights their shadows cast If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heir To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usual Race should through the Zodiack run While Men the Moon and radiant Stars should see The faithful witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy own Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworn Thou from his Brows his Diadem hast torn Cast down the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks levell'd with the ground Whom now his Neighbours scorn a common prey And spoil to all that travail by the way Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes Who now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharp Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrink in fervour of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renown In ruins buried and his Throne cast down His Youth consumed with untimely Age Mark'd out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourn Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burn O call to mind the shortness of my daies That dream of Man which like a Flow'r decays Who lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemn Oath Remember the Reproaches I have born Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorn Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soul praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fourth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XC O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aâ—ry Mountains had their birth Or Fabrick of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But frail man daily dying must At thy Command return to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand years are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by thy Torrent swept from hence An empty Dream which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sins although by Night conceal'd By shame and fear are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our years we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sickness strive Cut off with winged hast Who knows the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadful anger hath Proportion'd his due fear Teach us to number our frail Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sin forbear Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknown comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearful beams reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Bless our attempts with aid divine And by thy Hand direct PSALM XCI WHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of War or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers train The tainted airs infectious breath His Truth in perils shall sustain And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrows slay Nor Pestilence devour by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sink on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft â—â—nce God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vows direct No evil shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roof-infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Lest thou at any time shouldst slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basilisk shalt tread The Mountain Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix'd his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soul from danger free And from the reach of Envy raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALM XCII THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankful hearts and joyful tongues To renown thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Stars arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firm faith in grateful Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemn Harp begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy Works my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds Who thy Wonders can express All thy Thoughts are fathomless Hid from Men in Knowledge blind Hid from Fools to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in May Parch'd with Heat and nipt with Frost Soon shall fade for ever lost Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horn Like a youthful Unicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly hear of their retreat But the Just like Palms shall flourish Which the Plains of Iudah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court
despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou this did I with silence see â—o as thou thought'st that I was like to thee â—ut I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect â—est I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Souls shall my Salvation see PSALM LI. LOrd to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streams of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soul O clense me from my bloody Deed That to my self appears so foul And now in true Contrition bleed My sins unmask'd before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confess to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice known In sin conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suck'd I from my Mothers breast Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdom is a constant guest With Hysop purge from blemish clear O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission hear The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A clean Heart in my breast create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quick'ning Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heav'nly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer clense from blood The Soul that will thy Mercy praise Give thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodness shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foul crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Arms imbrace And fair Ierusalem immure Then we with due Solemnity To Thee our grateful Vows will pay And Bulls which never Yoke did try Upon thy flaming Altar lay PSALM LII O Thou in Mischief great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with fraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evil dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Virtue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Structures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then tear thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Fear Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsook Nor for his refuge took Self-strength'ning with excess Of Wealth and Wickedness But I shall planted be Like a green Olive-tree In Gods own House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALM LIII FOols flattering their own vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To fetter Nature quench her flame When all this Universal Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The fear and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Think nothing that delights them vile Their Souls with wicked thoughts defile And all their foul Desires fulfill God from the Tow'r of Heav'n his Eyes On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statutes knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Virtue prise O deaf to good in knowledge blind By Sin through clouds of errour led Dull sensual Forms without a Mind Not slow though certain Vengeance dread The Righteous they devour like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrours shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty fear God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Arms against him bear Nor they their Infamy out-wear Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-star might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expel When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy shall Iacobs joy excell PSALM LIV. LOrd for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O hear my cries Which with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruel men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppress my Foes O side with those Who to my soul are true With vengeance recompence their Hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be Who from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALM LV. LOrd to my Prayers incline thine Ear Th' afflicted hear Nor be thou Deaf to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighs the groans the cries Which from my pensive Soul arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe Which storm-like grow And by blood thirsty Violence Truth my offence Who slander with their wounding Tongues And press me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approaching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Fear dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calm Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I find some Wilderness Removed far from mans access Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadful Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter than the Wind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walk the Round Rape Mischief Tears within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly reign Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union grown As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsel led Let Death devour them let them dive To Hell alive With mischief their proud roofs abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soul shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call My Prayers shall with the Suns uprise Ascend the Skies Renew'd when he at Noon displays His fervent Rays When he behind the Earth descends And Day out-worn with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Sphears And pierce his Ears He shall my captive Soul release And crown with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternal Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who only change from bad to worse Nor fear his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words than Butter
a Million Let me be contemn'd and poor In thy Temple keep a Door Then with wicked men possess All that they call Happiness O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy he Who alone depends on Thee PSALM LXXXV AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown Drawn from the Babylonian yoke Our Sins remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblown Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet reign Extending to the yet unborn Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn That thine in Thee may joy again O show'r thy Mercy from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speaks of Peace Such as in Sanctity increase Nor to their Sins again descend These soon with Freedom shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kiss For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousness look from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberal Hand The rich and ever grateful Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him go And her fair steps to Mortals show PSALM LXXXVI MY God thy Suppliant hear Afford a gentle Ear For I am comfortless And labour in distress My righteous Soul relieve So ready to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore Who daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all Who on thy Mercy call O hear my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found When troubles most abound What God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Zeal shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in Wonders shown Direct me in thy Way So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests clear United in thy Fear My Soul shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rful Enemies All Rebells to thy Will My guiltless blood would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy Bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Sign expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALM LXXXVII THe Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excel He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Ierusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Iudea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foreign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortal Hands Firm as the Mountain where it stands The Lord in his eternal Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall the Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streams from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALM LXXXVIII MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Ears Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now near the Jaws of greedy Death My light extinguish'd numbered Among the Dead Like men in battail slain the womb Of Earth their Tomb Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o're thrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerful Raies Crush'd by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Goal where I In Fetters lie Blind with my tears with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vain a walking Coarse Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show Who sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save Wilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown Where none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die Whilst I thy Terrours undergo Distracted by these storms of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devours My trembling Powers With troops of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALM LXXXIX OUr grateful Songs O thou eternal King Shall ever of thy boundless Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above Which on firm hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy seed establish and thy Throne sustain Whilst Seas shall flow or Moons increase and wain The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appears And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with fears Great God! how great when dreadful Armies joyn What God so strong what Faith so firm as thine Thy Bounds the Billows of the Sea restrain Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Main Proud Rahab like a Coarse with blood imbru'd Hew'n down the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round earth broad â—eas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestial swiftly rowl Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evenings sing thy praise Thy Arm excells in Strength thy hands sustain The World they made And guide it with a rein Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred brows infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet calls Throng to thy celebrated Festivalls They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouths be found And in thy Justice shall their Joys abound Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King
kings Eternal Mercy springs Remembred us in our distress And freed from those who did oppress He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel bless For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXXXVII AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funeral tears our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willows hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Iudah unto Babel brought Deride the tears which from our Sorrows spring And say in scorn A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymns sing in a forrein Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heap of stones and to thy self a Tomb When I forget thee my dear Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruel pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Down with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skye That shortly shalt as low in ruins lye O happy O thrice happy they who shall With equal cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens brains against the stones And without pity hear their dying groans PSALM CXXXVIII MY Soul applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternal Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy Word above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cry'd When Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awful Scepters bear When they of thy Performance hear Shall worship thee with reverent fear They shall his Truth and Mercy praise Who all the World with â—ustice swaies Whose Wonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though storms of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrows For God his Promise will effect The Faithful faithfully protect Nor ever his own Choice reject PSALM CXXXIX THou know'st me O thou only Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Can'st my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacity Transcends so wonderful so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceal me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou known Should I the Mornings wings obtain And flie beyond th' Hesperian Main Thy powerful Arm would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy fear Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darkness would convert to Light What Clouds can from discovery free What Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine likes Dayes clear flame Darkness and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reins even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Are these thy Works to me well-known My Bones were to thy view displaid When I in secret shades was made When wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou look My members written in thy Book Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them far more Than Sands upon the murmuring shore When I awake thy Works again My thoughts with wonder entertain The Wicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who blood with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majesty profane They take thy sacred Name in vain Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integrity Behold if I from Virtue stray And lead in thy eternal Way PSALM CXL LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill On bloody War and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poyson of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toils to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently hear thy Suppliant's prayers My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helm my head defends Let not the Wicked gain their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their own Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coals fall on their heads And quenchless flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischief salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poor defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALM CXLI TO Thee I cry Lord hear my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a Guardian set My Lips with barrs of Silence close O let me not thy Laws forget And wickedly combine with those Who Thee and all that 's good oppose Nor of their deadly Dainties eat But let the Just wound and reprove Such stripes and checks an argument Of their sincere and prudent love Like Odours of a fragrant Scent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayers shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouths of graves like clefts of Wood. Lord save from those that hunt for blood On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltless Soul betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engins lay May they by their own craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALM CXLII WIth sighs and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my tears My cares and fears My wrongs before him laid My fainting spirits almost spent He knew the path in which I went Yet in my way Their snares they lay With merciless intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vain pity none bestow Then unto God I cry'd and said Thou art my Hope and only Aid The Portion I build upon While with frail flesh araid O Sourse of