Deserts showes For he his sacred Promise call'd to minde To Abraham his Friend and Servant sign'd Thus he his People brought from servitude VVhose long-felt miseries in joy conclude From hence the Heathen by our Weapons chac'd And us his sonnes in their possessions plac'd That from his Statutes we might never swerve O praise the Lord and him devoutly serve PSALME CVI. As the 72. VVITH gratefull hearts Jehovahs praise resound In goodnesse great whose Mercy hath no bound VVhat Language can expresse 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 ravisht Eyes May see a period of their miseries VVho 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 Feare and Wonder never thought Thy Mercies then their haires in number more But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe That all the VVorld his wondrous Power might know There the commanded Sea asunder rent VVhile Israel through his dusty Chanel went VVhom He from Pharaoh and his Army saves The swift-returning Flouds their fatall Graves Part. 2 Then they his VVord believ'd and sung his Praise Yet soone forgot and wandred from his VVaies VVho long for flesh to pamper their excesse And tempt him in the barren Wildernesse He grants their wish and with a Flight of Fowles Sent meager Death into their hungry Soules 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 Troups intomb A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burnes And those Conspirators to Ashes turnes Yet they the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calfe of Gold and to an Idol prai'd The Lord their Glory thus exchanged they For th' Image of a Beast that feeds on Hay Forgot their Saviour all his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o'reflown The VVonders acted by his pow'rfull Hand VVhere the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command God had pronounc'd their ruine 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 Part. 3 Yea they this fruitfull Paradise despis'd Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd But mutined against their faithfull Guide And basely wisht they had in Egypt dy'd For this the Lord advanc'd his dreadfull 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 Phinees 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 Soules 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 Soule and from no Crime abstaine Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice Part. 4 To Divels and looke on with tearelesse eyes Defil'd the Land with innocent blood which sprung From their owne loines on flaming Altars flung Vnto adulterate Deities they praid And worshipped those Gods their hands had made These crying Sins exasperate the Lord VVho now his owne 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 heares their mournfull Cries His former Promise calls to mind relents And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents In salvage Hearts unknowne 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 Halelu-jah sing Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME CVII As the 8. 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 displaies From where the Evening crowns the Daies Beneath the burning Zone and neare The Influence of the freezing Beare They in unpeopled Deserts straid The Heavens their Roofe the Clouds their shade Their Soules with thirst and hunger faint None by to pity their Complaint VVhen to the Lord their God they cry'd His Mercy their extreams supply'd He led them through the Wildernesse And gave them Cities to possesse O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate For he in foodlesse Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestiall Bread From wondring Rocks new Currents roule Part. 2 To satisfie the thirsty Soule Those Rebels who his Counsell 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 Praiers His Mercy comforts their Despaires From Darknesse drawes dissolves their Gieves And from Deaths Jawes preserves their lives O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate He breaks Steel-barres and Gates of Brasse To force a way for His to passe Those Fools whom pleasing Sins intice Are punisht by their darling Vice Their Souls all sorts of Food distaste Whom Troops of pale Disease waste When they to God direct their Praiers His Mercy comforts their Despaires His Word restores them from their Graves And from a dreadfull Ruine saves O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate Due Praises to his Altar bring And of your great Redemption sing Part. 3 VVho saile upon the toiling Maine And traffick in pursuit of Gaine To such his Power is not unknowne Nor wonders in the Ocean showne At his Command black Tempests rise Then mount they to the troubled Skies Thence sinking to the Depths below The Ship Hulls as the Billowes flow And all Aboord at every seele Like Drunkards on the Hatches reele VVhen they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despaires Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage And foming Seas suppresse their Rage Then singing with a prosperous gale To their desired Harbour saile O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to
Through yielding Seas on fiery Horses rides Part 3 When I thy Threatnings heard my entrails shooke And my unnerved knees each other strooke My lips with panting swell my cheeks grow wan Through all my bones a swift Consumption ran O where may I repose in that sad Day When armed Troups upon my Countrey prey Although the Fig-tree shall no blossomes beare Nor Vines with their pure bloud the pensive cheare Although the Olive no requitall yield Nor Corne apparell the deserted Field Though then our Flocks be ravisht from the Fold And though our Stalls no well-fed Oxen hold Yet will not I despaire but chearfully Expect and in thy knowne Salvation joy For thou my Strength and my Protection art My feet more nimble then the flying Hart Ascend the Hils where I with holy fire VVill sing thy Praises to my solemne Lyre LVKE I. As 〈…〉 MY ravisht soule extols his Name VVho rules the VVorlds admired Frame My Spirit with exalted Voyce In God my Saviour shall rejoyce VVho hath his glorious Beames displayd Vpon a poore and humble Maid Me all succeeding Ages shall The blessed Virgin-Mother call The Great great things for me hath wrought His Sanctity past humane thought His Mercy still reflects on those VVho in his Truth their Trust repose He with his Arme hath Wonders showne The Proud in their owne pride â—re throwne The Mighty from their Thrones dejects The Lowly from the dust erects The Hungry are his welcome Guests The Rich excluded from his Feasts He mindfull of his Promise hath Maintain'd and crowned Israels Faith To Abraham promis'd and decreed For ever to his holy Seed LVKE I. As the 46. Psalme O Praise the Lord his VVonders tell VVhose Mercy shines in Israel At length redeem'd from Sinne and Hell The Crowne of our Salvation Deriv'd from Davids royall Throne He now hath to his People showne This to his Prophets did unfold By all successively foretold Vntill the infant World grew old That he our wrongs would vindicate Save from our foes inveterate hate And raise our long deprest estate To ratifie his ancient Deed His promis'd Grace by oath decreed To Abraham and his faithfull Seed That we might our Preserver praise VValke purely in his perfect wayes And fearelesse serve him all our dayes His path thou shalt prepare sweet Child And run before the Vndefil'd The Prophet of th' Almighty stil'd Our knowledge to informe from whence Salvation springs from penitence And pardon of each foule offence Through mercy O how infinite Of our great God who cleares our sight And from the Orient sheds his Light A leading Starre t'enlighten those VVhom Night and shades of Death inclose VVhich that high Tract to glory showes LUKE II. As the 34. Psalme O Thou who art inthron'd on high In peace now let thy Servant die Whose hope on thee relies For thou whose words and deeds are one At length hast thy Salvation showne To these my ravisht Eyes By thee before thy Hands displaid The Heavens and Earths Foundation laid Vnto the VVorld decree'd A Lampe to give the Gentiles Light A Glory O how infinite To Israels faithfull Seed FINIS Gloria Deo in excelsis DEO OPT. MAX. O Thou who All-things hast of Nothing made Whose Hand the radiant Firmament displai'd With such an undiscerned swiftnesse hurl'd About the stedfast Centre of the World Against whose rapid course the restlesse Sun And wandring Flames in varied Motions run Which Heat Light Life infuse Time Night and Day Distinguish in our Humane Bodies sway That hung'st the solid Earth in fleeting Aire Vein'd with cleare Springs which ambient Seas repaire In Clouds the Mountaines wrap their hoary Heads Luxurious Valleies cloth'd with flowry Meads Her trees yield Fruit and Shade with liberall Breasts All creatures She their common Mother feasts Then Man thy Image mad'st in Dignity In Knowledge and in Beauty like to Thee Plac'd in a Heaven on Earth without his toile The ever-flourishing and fruitfull Soile Vnpurchas'd Food produc'd all Creatures were His Subjects serving more for Love then Feare He knew no Lord but Thee But when he fell From his Obedience all at once rebell And in his Ruine exercise their Might Concurring Elements against him fight Troups of unknowne Diseases Sorrow Age And Death assaile him with successive rage Hell let forth all her Furies none so great As Man to Man Ambition Pride Deceit Wrong arm'd with Power Lust Rapine Slaughter reign'd And flatter'd Vice the name of Vertue gain'd Then Hils beneath the swelling Waters stood And all the Globe of Earth was but one Floud Yet could not cleanse their Guilt the following Race Worse then their Fathers and their Sons more base Their God-like Beauty lost Sins wretched Thrawle No sparke of their Divine Originall Left unextinguisht All inveloped With Darknesse in their bold Transgressions dead When thou didst from the East a Light display which rendred to the World a clearer Day Whose Precepts from Hels jawes our Steps withdraw And whose Example was a living Law Who purg'd us with his Bloud the Way prepar'd To Heaven those long-chain'd-up Doores unbar'd How infinite thy Mercy which exceeds The World thou mad'st as well as our Misdeeds Which greater Reverence then thy Iustice wins And still augments thy Honour by our Sins O who hath tasted of thy Clemency In greater measure or more oft then I My gratefull Verse thy Goodnesse shall display O Thou who went'st along in all my way To Where the Morning with perfumed Wings From the high Mountaines of Panchaea springs To that New-found-out World where sober Night Takes from th' Antipodes her silent flight To those darke Seas where horrid Winter reignes And binds the stubborne Flouds in Icie chaines To Lybian Wasts whose Thirst no showres asswage And where swolne Nilus cooles the Lions rage Thy Wonders in the Deepe have I beheld Yet all by those on Iudah's Hils excell'd There where the Virgins Son his Doctrine taught His Miracles and our Redemption wrought Where I by Thee inspir'd his Praises sung And on his Sepulchre my Offering hung Which way so e're I turne my Face or Feet I see thy Glory and thy Mercy meet Met on the Thracian Shoares when in the strife Of frantick Simoans thou preserv'dst my Life So when Arabian Thieves belaid us round And when by all abandon'd Thee I found That false Sidonian Wolfe whose craft put on A Sheepe soft Fleece and me Bellerephon To Ruine by his cruell Letter sent Thou didst by thy protecting Hand prevent Thou sav'dst me from the bloudy Massacres Of faithlesse Indians from their treacherous Wars From raging Feavers from the sultry breath Of tainted Aire which cloy'd the jawes of Death Preserv'd from swallowing Seas when towring Waves Mixt with the Clouds and opened their deep Graves From barbarous Pirats ransom'd by those taught Successefully with Salian Moores we fought Then brought'st me Home in safety that this Earth Might bury me which fed me from my Birth Blest with a healthfull Age a quiet Mind Content with little to this Worke design'd Which I at length have finisht by thy Aid And now my Vowes have at thy Altar paid Iam tetigi Portum Valete LONDON Printed by Iohn Legatt 1637. Iob. Psalmes Ecclesiastes Canticles not Printed Lamentations The severall Hymns His Travels wherein he relates the History of the Pyramides Athens Greece Sr. Edwin Sandys view of Religion in the Westerne parts Easterne Churches Of Doctrine Of Persons As Antioch Turks Priests Ovids Metamorphosis om mentar Virg. Aen. lib. 1. Panegyrick 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tarantula Virg. Georg. 2.
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 heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure 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 performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke 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 worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls 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 thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores 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 PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke 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 Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End VVho through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Showres from Clouds distill And their emptie Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Eare. O thou God of Jacob heare Thou our Rocke extend thy Grace Looke on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Farre exceeds a Million Let me be contemn'd and poore In thy Temple keepe a Doore Then with wicked men possesse All that they call Happinesse 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 hee VVho alone depends on Thee PSALME LXXXV As the 2. AT length thou hast thy Mercie showne Drawne from the Babylonian yoke Our Sinnes remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblowne Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet raigne Extending to the yet unborne Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne That thine in Thee may joy againe O showre thy Mercie from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speakes of Peace Such as in Sanctitie increase Nor to their Sinnes againe descend These soone with Freedome shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kisse For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberall Hand The rich and ever gratefull Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him goe And her faire steps to Mortals show PSALME LXXXVI As the 13. MY God thy Suppliant heare Afford a gentle Eare For I am comfortlesse And labour in distresse My righteous Soule relieve So readie to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore VVho 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 VVho on thy Mercy call O heare my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found VVhen troubles most abound VVhat God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Part. 2 Zeale shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in VVonders shown Direct me in thy VVay So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests cleare Vnited in thy Feare My Soule 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'rfull Enemies All Rebels to thy Will My guiltlesse bloud 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 Signe expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALME LXXXVII As the 8. 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 excell He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Jerusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Judea'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 foraign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortall Hands Firme as the Mountaine where it stands The Lord in his eternall Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall th' Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streames from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALME LXXXVIII As the 39. MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Eares Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now neare the Jawes of greedy Death My light extinguisht numbered Among the Dead Like men in battaile slaine the wombe Of Earth their Tombe Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o'rethrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerfull Raies Crusht 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 Gaole where I In Fetters lie Blind with my teares with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vaine a walking Coarse Part. 2 Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show VVho 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 VVilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown VVhere 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 VVhil'st I thy Terrours undergoe Distracted by these stormes of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devoures My trembling Powers With troups of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALME LXXXIX As the 72. OVr gratefull Songs O thou eternall King Shall ever of thy boundlesse 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 VVhich on firme hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy Seed establish and thy Throne sustaine Whilst Seas shall flow or Moones increase and waine 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 appeares And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with feares Great God! how great when dreadfull Armies joyne What God so strong what Faith so firme as thine Part. 2 Thy Bounds the Billowes of the Sea restraine Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Maine Proud Rahab like a Coarse with bloud imbru'd Hew'n downe the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round Earth broad Seas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestiall swiftly rowle Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evening's sing thy praise Thy Arme excels in Strength thy hands sustaine The World they
no vent Ready to breake the swelling Continent Words therefore must my toiling thoughts relieve And to restrained Truth inlargement give No personall Respects my thoughts shall move Nor will I Man with flattering titles smooth Should I so prostitute my servile Breath My Maker soone would cut me of by Death Chap. 33 And now O Iob what I shall utter heare As I my lips so open thou thine eare I sacred knowledge clearely will impart Drawne from the fountaine of a single heart God made us both with breath of Life inspir'd In shrouds of fraile Mortalitie attyr'd Then since we shall with equall Armes contend Arise and if thou canst thy cause defend Behold according to thy wish I stand In steed of God though made of slime and Sand. I will not with sterne Menaces affright Nor shall my hand on thee like Thunder-light For I with griefe O Iob have heard thee vaunt And breake into this passionate Complaint My Heart is uncorrupt my Innocence Without a Staine my life free from offence Yet he occasion seekes to overthrow And trample on me as his mortall foe Who least I should escape in fetters binds Observes my steps and makes the faults he finds How rash is thy bold charge God is compleat In his owne Essence much than man more great And yet dar'st thou contend his patience grieve Will He a reason for his Actions give Oft he to Mortals speaks yet will not they The Counsell of his Oracles obey Sometimes by Dreames in silence of the Night Sometimes by Visions he informes their sight When sleepe his Poppy on their Temples sheds Or they lye musing on their restlesse beds The cause of their afflictions then reveales And on their Hearts his reprehension seales That he may man prevent his pride repell Save from the sword and greedy jawes of Hell For this diseased on his bed he groanes While unrelenting Torments gnaw his bones The sight of Food his emptie stomack fils And Dainties to his taste are lothsome Pils By wasting Hecticks of his flesh bereft Bones late unseene alone apparant left His Soule sits mourning at the gates of Death While anguish strives to suffocate his breath But if a Prophet or Interpreter One of a thousand with the sicke conferre Before his eyes his ugly sinnes detect And to a better life his Steps direct Then Mercy thus will cry Release the bound From Sinne and Hell I have a Ransome found Then shall his bones the flesh of Babes indue His youth and beauty like the spring renew He shall his God implore his glorious Face VVith joy behold and flourish in his grace For God will his Integritie regard His vertue with a Bounteous hand reward His Eyes the secrets of all hearts survay VVhen the contrite and bleeding Soule shall say How have I Justice forc'd the poore undone Sinne heapt on Sinne to my owne Ruine run Then God shall raise him from the shades of Night And he shall live to see th' etheriall Light Thus oft to man that Power which wounds and heales The way to Joy by Misery Reveales That he may longer with the living dwell Snatcht from th'extended jawes of Death and Hell O thou of men most wretched heare me speake Nor in thy frantick passion silence breake If thou thy selfe canst cleare at large reply For I thy life would gladly justifie If not my words with wisedome shall informe Thy erring Soule and mitigate this Storme Chap. 34 Then Elihu his speech directs to those Who in a Ring the Disputants inclose You that are wise said he my Doctrine heare You who have knowing Soules afford an Eare. For sence is by that Organ understood Even as the taste distinguisheth of Food By Equitie let us our Judgements guide And this long controverted Cause decide Iob cries I guiltlesse fall to God appeale Yet will not he the clouded truth reveale Shall I with lyes betray my Innocence My wound is mortall ô for what offence VVho of himselfe but he so vainely thinks Who contumacy like cold water drinks He is in shackles by the wicked led And walkes the way which his Associates tread VVhat bootes it man sayes he to take delight In God! and live as alwayes in his sight O heare me you who high in knowledge sit Is it with God that he should Sinne commit No each according to his Merit shall Receive his hire to Justice stand or fall O can Compassion in Destruction joy Or will the righteous Judge the just destroy Shall he the world by mans direction sway VVhom Heaven and Powers Angelicall obey In his disposure is the Orbe of Earth The Throne of Kings and all of humane Birth O if he should the heart of man survay Reduce and take the breath he gave away All Living in a moment would expire And swiftly to there former dust retire Then Iob if thou hast reason if a mind Not partiall let my words acceptance find Shall he who Justice hates rule by his lust Or will 't thou him condemne who is most just Shall Subjects taxe their Kings their Princes blame And with detractions poys'nous breath defame Much lesse upbraid his just Dominion To whom both Lords and vassals are all one Who Rich and Poore alike regards since they By him were form'd from the same lump of clay Pale Death shall in an instant quench their light Whole Nations ravish in the dead of Night Sweep from the Earth the mightie in Command Shall from their Thrones be snatcht without a hand He all beholds with eyes that never close Observes their Steps and their Intentions knowes No mufling Clouds nor Shades infernall can From his inquiry hide offending Man Nor shall the Punishment which guilt pursues Exceed the Crime lest he should God accuse He shall for sinnes unknowne the mighty breake And to their empty thrones advance the weake The Misteries of Night reveale to Day And in their falls their secret faults display Nor his exemplary revenge deferre Presented on the Worlds great Theatre Since they revolt from God with open jawes Blaspheme his Justice and despise his Lawes So that the cries of their oppressions rend The suffering Aire and to his eares ascend Who can disturbe the peace which he bestowes VVhat tumult waken their secure repose VVhat Nation or what one of Mortall Race Shall God behold if he withdraw his Face That Hypocrites no more may tyrannize Nor in their snares the credulous surprize Say thou I will not with my God contend But beare his Chastisements nor more offend My Ignorance informe if I have lent An Eare to vice lest I my sinnes augment VVill he with thy Arbitrement comply VVhither thou should'st consent or shouldst deny His censure is the same Shall I transgresse In not reproving what thou know'st professe And you my Auditors by God indu'd VVith sacred wisedome will I hope conclude That Job on Justice hath aspersions flung And spoken indiscreetly with his tongue O Father give his Miseries no end VVhile he shall his impietie defend
with what 's Divine Like Art and Paintings laid upon a Face Of it selfe sweet which more Deforme then Grace Yet as the Church with Ornaments is Fraught Why may not That be too which There is Taught And sure that Vessell of Election Paul Who Iudais'd with Iewes was All to All So to Gaine 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 obtaine To learne with Pleasure what we Act with Paine Since then Some stop unlesse 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 ullae Aut tantum fluere aut totidem dur are per annos FALKLAND An Ode to my worthy Kinsman Mr. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the Psalmes O Breath againe that holy Lay Did convay Vnto my soule so sweet a Fire I desire That all my Senses charm'd to Eare Should fix there O might this sacred Anthem last Till Time's past Vntill we warble forth a higher In the Quire Of Angels till the Spheares keepe time To your Rime Amphion did a Citie raise By his Layes The Stones did dance into a Wall At his call But your divinely-tuned Aire Doth repaire Ev'n Man himselfe whose stony Heart By this Art Rebuildeth of its owne accord To the Lord A Temple breathing holy Songs In strange Tongues You fit both Davids Lyre and Notes To our Throats See the greene Willow now not weares Of their Teares The sadly silent Trophyes we From the Tree Take downe the Hebrew Harps and reach In our speech What ever we doe hate what feare What love deare Now in faint Accents praising God For his Rod Since that his punishing a Child Must be stil'd A Blessing But our thankfull Layes Doe his Praise Sound in the loudest Key when e're He drawes neare In Mercy not affrighting Power In that Houre New Life approacheth Then our Ioy Doth employ Each Facultie and Tune each Aire To a Prayre But by and by our Sins doe cause A sad Pause Our Hands lift-up and cast-downe Eyes Our faint Cryes Doe in their sadly-pleasing Tones Speake our Mones In stead of Harps we strike our Brests All the Rests Attend this Musicke are a Teare Which Sighes beare In their soft Language up on high To the Skie Whence God delighted with our Griefe Sends Reliefe Thus unto You we owe the Ioyes The Sweet Noise Of our ravisht Soules we borrow Hence our Sorrow Repentant Sorrow which doth glad Not make sad We weepe in your Lines we rejoyce In your Voyce Whose pleasing Language fanns the Fire Of Desire Which flames in Zeale and calmly fashions All our Passions Which you so sweetly have exprest Some have guest We Hallelu-jahs shall reherse 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 heare each day One Dirge dispatcht unto your Clay These your owne Anthemes shall become Your lasting Epicedium Dudly Digges To the Reader THe Paraphrase upon the Psalmes though here ranck't according to the Chronology was first writ and published and therefore these verses doe in time precede those that are fixt in the Front of the Volume A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME 1. BASS CANT THat man is truely blest who never strayes By false advice nor walks in Sinners wayes Nor sits infected with their scornefull pride VVho God contemne and Pietie deride But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heavenly Lawes those studies day and night He shall be like a Tree that spreads his root By living streames producing timely fruit His leafe shall never fall the Lord shall blesse All his indeavours with desir'd successe Men lost in Sinne unlike rewards shall find Disperst like chaffe before the furious wind Their guilt shall not that horrid Day indure Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure For God approves those wayes the Righteous tread But sinfull Paths to sure destruction leade PSALME II. BASS CANT HOwe are the Gentiles all on fire Why rage they with vaine menacings Earths haughtie Potentates and Kings ' Gainst God against his Christ conspire Breake we say they their servile bands And cast their cords from our free hands But God from his coelestiall Throne Shall laugh and their attempts deride Then high incenst thus checke their pride His Wrath in their confusion showne Loe I my King have crown'd and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill That great Decree I shall declare For thus I heard Iehovah say Thou art my Sonne begot this day Request and I will grant thy praier Subject all Nations to thy Throne And make the Sea-bound Earth thine owne Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway Like earthen vessels breake their bones Be wise O you who sit on Thrones And Iudges grave advice obey With joyfull Feare O serve the Lord With trembling Joy embrace his Word In due of Homage kisse the Sonne Lest He his wrathfull lookes display And so you perish in the way His anger newly but begunne Then blessed onely are the Just Who on th' Anointed fixe their trust PSALME III. CANT BASS MY God how are my foes increast What multitudes against me rise Who say Give we his Soule no rest Whom God forsakes and Men despise But thou art my Support my Tower My Safetie my choise Ornament Before thy Throne my Prayers I powre Heard from thy Sions high ascent No feares affright my soft repose Thou my Night-watch my Guard by day Not Myriads of armed Foes Nor Treasons secret hands dismay Arise ô vindicte my Cause My Foes whom wicked Hate provoke Thou Lord hast smit their cancred jawes And all their teeth asunder broke Thou Lord the onely Hope of those Who thee with holy Zeale adore Whose all-protecting Armes inclose Their Safetie who thy Aid implore PSALME IV. CANT BASS THou Guardian of my truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O heare my prayer Be I thy care For mercie lives in thee You sonnes 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 soveraigntie invest His gentle eare Prepar'd to heare My never vaine request Sinne not but feare surcease and try Your hearts as on your beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And
The Land by his faire Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seale his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pittie me so worne with cares Despised poore and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toile and straits wherein I live My sinnes so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent growne How are they multipli'd of late VVho hate me with a deadly hate Deliver ô from shame ptotect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve VVho constantly thy ayd expect Redeeme thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALME XXVI As the 4. LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Soules integritie How can I fall VVhen I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reines and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sinne offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In gratefull verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteeme excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwels My life ô close Not up with those VVhose sinne thy Grace expels VVho guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeeme O with thy Grace sustaine My feet now stand upon the plaine Thy Justice I VVill magnifie VVith those who feare thy Name PSALME XXVII As the 10. GOD is my Saviour my cleare light VVho then can my repose affright Or what appeare Worth such a feare My life protected by his Might Vaine hatred vaine their power That would my life devoure These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once in close Of feare I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compasse me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When stormes arise on every side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shocke Hath fixt me on a Rocke Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string Part 2 O heare thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pitty and reply VVhen thus the Lord In sweet accord Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seeke thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turne aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers knowne O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me thy Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Beare Wrath and Death My Soule had sunke beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undanted stand His heavenly Will attend VVho timely aide will send PSALME XXVIII As the 5. MY God my Rocke regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of darke Oblivion lie To my ascending Griefe give eare VVhen I my hands devoutly reare Before thy Mercie-seat with feare VVith wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate VVho speake of Peace but foster hate Such as their workes their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadfull punishment Since they will not thy Choice renowne But hate whom thou intend'st to crowne O build not up but pull them downe He heares his Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on everie side Since all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my teares devoure My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Blesse feed preserve and still advance PSALME XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Glorie give his Power proclame Magnifie and praise his Name VVorship in the Beautie blesse Beautie of his Holinesse From a darke and showring Cloud On the floods that roare aloud Harke his Voice with terrour breakes God our God in Thunder speakes Powerfull in his Voice on high Full of Power and Majestie Loftie Cedars overthrowne Cedars of steepe Libanon Calfe-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthfull Unicorne Lab'ring Clouds with Lightning torne At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for feare Shadie Forrests bare appeare His renowne by everie tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Flouds restraines He a King for ever raignes God his People shall increase Arme with Strength and blesse with Peace PSALME XXX As the 14. MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffered the proud Enemie To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arme did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vowes unto the Lord His perfect Holinesse record Whose Wrath but for a moment stayes His quickning Favour life bestowes Teares may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joyes soone-ending Woes Part. 2 In my Prosperitie I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortify'd Am like a stedfast Mountaine made But when thou hid'st thy cheerfull Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my griefe renew VVhich thus implor'd thy saving Grace VVhat profit can by bloud afford VVhen I shall to the Grave descend Can senselesse Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercie in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dauncing turn'd The Sack-cloth torne wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glorie might proclame Thy Favours in a joyfull Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALME XXXI CANT BASS VVHo trusts in Thee ô let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soule secure Lord lend a willing eare with speed protect
Wicked I have seene in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurell grow Yet vanish hence as he had never beene I sought him but he was not to be seene Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Vngodly are at once cut downe And perish without pitty or renowne The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aide depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALME XXXVIII As the 4. NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrowes wound Naile to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from paine and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sinne abounds in me Like Billowes 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 wast the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o'rethrowne Through anguish of my Soule I groane Lord thou dost see My thoughts and mee My Sighs to thee are knowne My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight growes dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Part. 2 Who seeke my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deafe to them appeare As mute as if I tonguelesse were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speake nor heare Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O heare my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruine joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent My sinnes excesse I will confesse In showres of teares repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causelesse hate are multipli'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pity take Nor me in my extremes forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALME XXXIX CANT BASS I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve VVith Bit and Reines my Tongue keepe in Too prone to Sinne. Nor to their calumnie replie VVho glorie in Impietie I like a Statue silent stood Dumbe even to good My Sorrowes boyling in my brest Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Griefe a tongue Of those few dayes I have to spend And my last End Informe 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 vaine Turmoiles with paine He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knowes not who shall prove his Heire Part. 2 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 Foole With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbeare lest instant Death Force my faint breath VVhen thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawne by the Moth Himselfe a short-lif'd vanitie And borne to die Lord to my Prayers incline thine Eare And thy afflicted Servant heare Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourne here O let me gather strength before I passe away and be no more PSALME XL. As the 2. FOR God I patiently did looke He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare And when invironed with feare From that Abysse of horror tooke Drew from the Mud and on a Rocke Establisht to indure the shocke Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise unsung before Many shall see with feare 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 expresse Their number that are numberlesse Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants eare To Thee Oblations are not deare Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Lawes are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousnesse to all impart My lips are unrestrein'd by me Which Lord is onely knowne to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my brest But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne Part. 2 Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aide With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soule invade So changed with Iniquities That they even blind my fearefull eyes In number they my haires exceed My fainting heart pants in my brest Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let Shame at once confound them all That seeke my Soule 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 seeke thy Helpe rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poore and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy reliefe deferre PSALME XLI As the 7. VVHo duly shall the Poore 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 VVho are his Foes VVhen he in sorrow languisheth Neere unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sicknesse make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soule the lothsome staines Of Sin retaines My Foes have said VVhen shall he die And yet out-live his Memory If any visit they devise Deceitfull Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischiefe load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heaven is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heele against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay In this thy Love thou dost expresse That none triumph in my distresse For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence I shall inlightned by thy Grace Behold thy Face Jehovah Israels God be
this did I with silence see So as thou thought'st that I was like to thee But I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect Lest I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Soules shall my Salvation see PSALME LI. As the 3. LORD to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streames of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soule O cleanse me from my bloudy Deed That to my Selfe appeare so foule And now in true Contrition bleed My sinnes unmask't before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confesse to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice knowne In sinne conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suckt I from my Mothers brest Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdome is a constant guest With Hysope purge from blemish cleare O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission heare The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A cleane Heart in my brest create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Part. 2 Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quickening Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heavenly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer cleanse from blood The Soule that will thy Mercie praise Give Thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodnesse 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 foule crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Armes imbrace And faire Jerusalem immure Then we with due Solemnitie To Thee our gratefull Vowes will pay And Buls which never Yoke did try Vpon thy flaming Altar lay PSALME LII As the 32. O Thou in Mischiefe great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with sraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evill dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Vertue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Stuctures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then teare thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Feare Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsooke Nor for his refuge tooke Selfe-strengthning with excesse Of Wealth and Wickednesse But I shall planted be Like a greene Olive-tree In Gods owne 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. PSALME LIII As the 12. FOoles flattering their owne vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To setter Nature quench her flame When all this Vniversall Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The feare and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Thinke nothing that delights them vile Their Soules with wicked thoughts defile And all their foule Desires fulfill God from the Tower of Heaven his eies On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statues knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Vertue prise O deafe to good in knowledge blind By Sinne through clouds of errour led Dull sensuall Formes without a Mind Nor slow though certaine Vengeance dread The Righteous they devoure like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrors shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty feare God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Armes against him beare Nor they their infamy out-weare Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-starre might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expell When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy should Jacobs joy excell PSALME LIV. As the 4. LORD for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O heare my cries VVhich with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruell men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppresse my Foes O side with those VVho to my Soule are true VVith vengeance recompense their hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And Thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be VVho from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALME LV. As the 39. LORD to my Prayers incline thine Eare Th' afflicted heare Nor be thou Deafe to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighes the grones the cries VVhich from my pensive Soule arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe VVhich storme-like grow And by blood-thirsty Violence Truth my offence VVho slander with their wounding tongues And presse me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Feare dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calme Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I finde some Wildernesse Removed farre from mans accesse Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadfull Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter then the VVind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Part. 2 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 walke the Round Rape Mischiefe Teares within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly Reigne 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 growne As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsell led Let Death devoure them let them dive To Hell alive With mischiefe their proud roofes abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soule shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call Part. 3 My prayers shall with the Suns up rise Ascend the Skies Part. 3 Renew'd when he at Noone displayes His fervent Rayes When he behinde the Earth descends And Day out-worne with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Spheares And pierce his Eares He shall my captive Soule release And crowne with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternall Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who onely change from bad to worse Nor feare his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words then Butter smoother farre His Thoughts of Warre Words softer then the
wrought Then when neere to ruine brought Fervently to Him I cry'd This Goodnesse magnifi'd If I Vices should affect VVould not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard VVhich my tongue with teares preferr'd Sourse of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALME LXVII As the 47. LORD showre on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extoll thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourne in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With feare adore PSALME LXVIII As the 8. LET God the God of Battaile rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoke which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyfull Songs his Praise resound VVho riding on the rowling Spheares The Name of great Jehovah beares Before his Face your joyes expresse A Father to the fatherlesse He wipes the teares from Widowes eyes The single plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound VVhile Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march't through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shooke With his majesticke Presence strooke VVhen Israels God in Clouds came downe Part. 2 High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crowne He in th'approach of meager Dearth VVith showres refresht the fainting Earth VVhere his owne Flocke in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels ring He Kings with their vast Armies foiles While women share their wealthy spoiles You who among the Pots have laine In Soot and Smoke shall shine againe Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove VVhose wings with golden Splendor move VVhen he the Kings had overthrowne Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountaine Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends VVhy boast you so ye meaner Hils God with his Glory Sion fils This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence Part. 3 His Chariots twenty thousand were VVhich Myriads of Angels beare He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Selfe hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivitie Deckt with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestowes Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods VVho his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Jacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring againe And through the bottome of the Maine That Dogs may lap their enemies bloud And they wade through a crimson Floud Part. 4 We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers marcht before VVho instruments of Musicke bore In order followed every Maid Vpon her pleasant Timbrell plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountaine spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Judah from his Mountaine-throne The farre removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Jordan where his streame dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Jerusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Part. 5 Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Buls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea VVhich beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdomes through the VVorld renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides VVhose voyce the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throwes A trembling horror on his Foes VVhile us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALME LXIX As the 22. LORD snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deepe Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yeelding mud There where no bottome can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight failes my long-expecting Eyes My Haires are not in number more Then my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never tooke restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithfull blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor ô let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a generall scorne Deserted by my neare Allies By children of my Mother borne Through zeale unto thy Honour worne While thy reproch upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my lookes exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Part 2 Yet shall my Praiers and Sighes ascend Even in an acceptable houre Thy Mercie gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almightie Power Let not the swallowing mud devoure Preserve from such a shamefull end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keepe Let not the Billowes overflow Nor Whirle-pits sucke into their Deepe O pitie Thou the Eies that weepe And thy Transcendent Mercie show Heare and redeeme without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soule in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc't VVas ever Sorrow halfe so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Griefe no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eate And Vineger to quench my Thirst O be their board a snare to those Prosperitie it selfe a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkenesse close And let them fall by their owne weight Powre on them thy Eternall hate VVith vengeance multiply their woes Part 3 In Ruines let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Soules with slander wound Let their iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercie joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Dayes Though poore to misery begot Yet Thoushalt my dejection raise Then
daies befell His counsels from our reach are set Hid in his sacred Cabinet What God like ours so Good so Great VVho wonders can effect alone His Peoples great Redemption To Jacobs Seed and Josephs knowne The yielding Floods confesse thy Might The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight And Seas recoil'd in their affright The Clouds in storms of raine descend The Aire thy hideous Fragors rend Thy arrowes dreadfull flames extend Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies Thy fatall Lightning swiftly flies Earth trembles in her agonies Thy VVayes even through the Billowes lie The Flouds then left their Chanels dry No Mortall can thy steps descry Like Flocks through Wildernesse of Sand Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land By Moses and by Aarons hand PSALME LXXVIII As the 42. MY People heare my VVords I will unfold Darke Oracles and VVonders done of old By our great Ancestors both heard and knowne Successively unto their Children showne VVhich we will to Posterity relate That People yet unknowne may celebrate Gods Power his Praise and glorious Acts since He Will 's this Tradition by divine Decree Vntill one Day shall give the World an end That all their hopes might on his Help depend Nor ever let his noble Actions sleep In darke oblivion but his Statutes keep Vnlike their rebell Sires a stubborn Race VVho fell from God nor sought his slighted Grace The Ephraimites though expert in their Bowes Though arm'd ignobly fled before their Foes Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God Nor in the wayes of his prescription trod Forgot his famous Acts his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plaines by Nile o'reflown He brought them through the bowels of the Floud The parted Waves like solid Mountaines stood By day with leading Clouds affords a shade By night a flaming Pyramis displaid Hard Rocks He in the thirsty Deserts clave And drink out of their stony Entrails gave Even from their barren sides the waters gusht And down in rivers through the vallies rusht Part. 2 Yet still they sinn'd and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand provoking the most High Blaspheming thus Can God our wants redresse A Table furnish in the Wildernesse Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill Can he give bread with flesh the hungry fill Thus tempted by their hourely murmurings He to his long retarded Wrath gives wings Their infidelity inrag'd the Just That would not to his sure Protection trust Who all the Curtaines of the Skies withdrew And made the clouds resolve into a dew With Manna Food of Angels Mortals fed And fill'd with plenty of coelestiall Bread Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise And bade the dropping South obscure the Skies VVhence showres of Quailes descend as thick as sand On Sea-washt shores or dust on Sun-dri'd Land VVhich fell among their Tents They their delights Injoy and feast their deadly appetites For lo while they those fatall Dainties chew And their inordinate Desires pursue The Wrath of God surpriz'd them and cut down The choice of all even those of most renown Nor by their owne mis-haps admonished Would they his Works believe or Judgements dread So He their spirits quencht with daily feares In Vanity and Toile consum'd their yeares Part. 3 But when by Slaughter wasted the forlorn Return'd and sought Him in the early Morn They then confest and said Thou art our Tower Our Strength alone protectest by thy Power Yet their slie Tongues did but their Souls disguise Full of deluding flatteries and lies Their faithlesse hearts revolted from his VVill Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill How oft would He whose Mercy hath no bound Their pardon signe nor in their Sins confound How oft did He his burning wrath asswage How oft divert the furie of his Rage Consider'd them as flesh in frailtie borne A passing Winde that never can returne Yet still would they his sacred Lawes transgresse Provok'd him in th' unpeopled Wildernesse Confin'd the Holy One of Israel Against their Saviour frantickly rebell Forgetfull of his Power nor ever thought Of that Great Day when from long Bondage brought His dreadfull Miracles to Aegypt knowne And Wonders in the Field of Zoan snowne The River chang'd into a Sea of blood Men faint for thirst t' avoid th' infected Flood Huge swarmes of unknowne Flies display their wings Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound Part 4 And with their filthy slime pollute the ground Their early fruits the Caterpillars spoyle And Grashoppers devoure the Plow-mans toile Long Vines with stormes their dangling burdens lost The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroi'd with frost Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones breathles lie Their Cattell by the stroke of Thunder die The Vengeance of his Wrath all formes of woes More Plagues then could be fear'd upon them throwes VVhom evill Angels to their sinnes betray He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way Nor would with man or sinlesse beasts dispense Shot by the Arrowes of his Pestilence Slew all the flower of Youth their First-borne Sons There where old Nilus in seven Chanels runs But like a flocke of Sheepe his People led Safe and secure through Deserts full of dread Even through unfathom'd Deeps which part and close Their tumbling waves to swallow their proud Foes Then brought them to his consecrated Land Even to his Mountaine purchas'd by his Hand Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants Aud in their roomes the Tribes of Israel plants Yet they ô most ingratefull falsifie Their vowes and still exasperate the most High Who in their faithlesse Fathers traces goe And start aside like a deceitfull Bow Their Altars on the tops of Mountaines blaze VVhile they their hands to cursed Idols raise Part 5 These objects fuell to his wrath affoord Whose Soule revolted Israel abhor'd The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsooke Nor longer would that hated Mansion brooke His Arke even to Captivitie declin'd His Strength and Glorie to the Foe resign'd And yeelded up his People to the Rage Of barbarous swords nor would his wrath asswage Devouring flames their able Youth confound Nor are their Maids with Nuptiall Garlands crown'd Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battell fall No Widowes weeping at their Funerall Then as a Giant folded in the Charmes Of Wine and Sleepe starts up and cries To armes So rous'd his Foes behinde Jehovah wounds And with Eternall Infamie confounds Yet would in Josephs Tents no longer dwell Nor Ephraim chose who from his Cov'nant fell But Judahs Mountaine for his Seat elects And sacred Sion which he most affects There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd Firme as the Centre never to be ras'd And from the bleating Flockes his David chose When he attended on the yeaning Ewes And rais'd him to a Throne that he might feed His people Israels selected Seed Who fed them faithfully and all the Land Directed with a just and equall hand PSALME LXXIX As the 39. THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan Lord VVith Fire and Sword Thy holy
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 blesse And daily pray for your successe God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Soules and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe 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 eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXIX ALEPH. As the 1. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seeke with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law Lord by thy sacred Rule my steps direct Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect Thy Justice learnt my Soule shall sing thy Praise Forsake me not O guide me in thy Waies BETH Part. 2 Young man thy Actions by his Precepts guide From these let not thy zealous Servant slide Thy Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill Those by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold On these I meditate admire there set My Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL Part. 3 O let me live t' observe thy Lawes mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries Me a poore Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire The Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies Blesse and preserve my Soule which these obeies No hate of Princes from thy Law deters My Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH Part. 4 My down-cast Soule as thou hast promis'd raise Thou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy Waies Informe and I thy Wonders will professe O strengthen me that labour in Distresse Shew thy cleare Paths false Errours mist remov'd I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race HE. Part. 5 Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Lawes incline Divert from vaine desires my darknesse cleare Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are upright O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV Part. 6 His Soule protect who on thy VVord relies And silence my reprochfull Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe Will freely walke in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soule imbrace ZAIN Part. 7 Thinke of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All stormes appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Lawes desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH Part. 8 Thou art my Portion I will thee adore They Lawes observe and promis'd Grace implore My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect The Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes such are my Friends Instruct thy Mercie through the World extends TETH Part. 9 Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford Thu Sea of Goodnesse that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes by Afflictions stormes The Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise But I will trust in thy affected Waies Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught JOD Part. 10 Informe me my Creator in thy Lawes That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keepe the Proud who causlesse hate destroy VVho feare and know thy Lawes to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH Part. 11 With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soule expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitcht their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jawes They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Part. 12 Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above Firme as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd Thy Lawes my Life else Griefe my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The VVicked chase my Soule which thee obeies Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decaies MEM. Part. 13 O how I love thy Lawes those exercise By them made wiser then my Enemies More then my Teachers know more then the Old VVith Vertue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Precepts never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-waies I hate by thine become discreet NVN. Part. 14 Thy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way I sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale Accept my offerings and thy Will reveale Although inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule yet have I thee obei'd My comforts my eternall Heritage O may I keepe them till I die for age SAMECH Part. 15 I love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soule nor let me hope in vaine Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud Cast out like Drosse My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN Part. 16 O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose Mine Eyes even faile while I thy aide expect Be mercifull and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more then Gold then Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitfull lies PE. Part. 17 Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soule admires This I with thirsty appetite devoure Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre Compose my steps so shall not sinne subject Nor man oppresse for I
his bestows And crownes their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitfull 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 VVhen they at the Tribunall plead PSALME CXXVIII As the 15. HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction straies Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a faire and fruitfull Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyne Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like greene plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who feares the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion blesse Thou shalt joy in the successe VVhich the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALME CXXIX As the cxi OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assaild As oft have their endeavours fail'd My backe with long deepe furrowes wound As Plow-shares teare the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruell hands Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely die Be they like Corne on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome beares But withers still before it eares No Travailer their labours blesse Nor say We wish you good successe PSALME CXXX As the 10. OVT of the horrour of the Deepe Where feare and sorrow never sleepe To thee my cries In sighes arise Lord from despaire thy servant keepe O lend a gracious eare And my petitions heare For if thou should'st our sinnes 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 feare Thy mercies our mis-deeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearefull Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Jacobs Race In him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeeme from Sin and Hell PSALME CXXXI As the 32. THou Lord my witnesse art I am not proud of heart Nor looke with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vaine pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers brest On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the onely scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALME CXXXII As the 72. REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Jacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convay'd No Roofe shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleepe my eye-lids close Till I have found a place for his Abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Arke we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle goe And there our selves before thy Foot-stoole throw Ascend to thy eternall Rest at length Thou and the Arke of thy admired strength O let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctitie And all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy For Davids sake receive into thy Grace From thy Anointed never turne thy Face For thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget Thy Son shall long possesse thy royall Seat And if thy Children my commands observe Nor from the rules of my prescription swerve Their Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway Even while the Sun illuminates the Day For Sion I have chosen Sion great In my affections my eternall Seat I will abundantly increase her store And with the flower of Wheat susteine her poore Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyfull Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horne of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burne out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALME CXXXIII As the cxi O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyne in mutuall love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Downe to the bordes of his Vest 'T is like the pearles 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 PSALME CXXXIV As the 47. YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait VVho keepe your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerefull light I'th'Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recesse The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People blesse The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALME CXXXV As the 72. O You who Ephods weare 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 crowne the Day and entertaine the Night For Israel is his choice and Jacobs Race His treasure and the object of his Grace In power how infinite how much before Those mortall gods whom franticke men adore All on his Will depend all homage owe In Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below At his command exhaled Vapors rise And in condensed clouds obscure the Skies From thence in showres He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-borne of Men and Cattell slew Fresh streams of bloud the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' inhabitants that drinke of Nilus floud At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Part. 2 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 Kingdomes of the Cananites Who to the Conquerours resigne their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitfull fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto eternity And thy immortall Fame shall never die Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helplesse gods ador'd in forraign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deafe Eares still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive lungs VVho made resemble them and such are those VVho in such senselesse 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 onely Good and Great Who in
Guardian set My Lips with barres of Silence close O let me not thy Lawes forget And wickedly combine with those VVho 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 Sent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayres shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefes in ambush lie Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouthes of graves like clefts of VVood. Lord save from those that hunt for bloud On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltlesse Soule betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engines lay May they by their owne craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALME CXLII As the 4 VVIth sighes and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my teares My cares and feares 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 mercilesse intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vaine pity none bestow Then unto God I cri'd and said Thou art my Hope and onely Aid The Portion I build upon While with fraile flesh araid O Sourse of Mercy heare my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength then I. My Soule out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King VVho trust in thee Shall compasse me And of thy Bounty sing PSALME CXLIII As the 39. LOrd to my cries afford an eare Th' afflicted heare According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soule besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darknesse hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrowne My heart within me stupid growne I call to minde those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possesse my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like raine by thirsty land Part. 2 Approach with speed my Spirits faile Thy Face unveile Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy heare Before the morning Sun appeare My God thou art the onely scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soule and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Informe 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 VVho trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut Thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multipli'd my woes PSALME CXLIV As the cxi THE Lord my Strength be onely prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtfull Battell given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortresse high-built Tower My Rocke Redeemer Shield and Power My onely Confidence who still Subjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his fraile Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanitie A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoope from the bending Skies The Mountaines touch and Clouds shall rise From thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch downe thy hand which onely saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'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 Part. 2 Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foule deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treacherie and guile That in their Youth our Sonnes may grow Like Lawrell Groves our Daughters show Like polish't pillars deck't with Gold Which high and Royall roofes uphold Our Magazines abound with Graine Provision of all sorts containe Increasing Flockes our Pastures fill And wel-fed Steeres the Fallowes till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyne in dreadfull fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearefull shriekes disturbe our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happie ô thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALME CXLV As the cxi I Still will of thy Glorie sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall passe without thy praise Prais'd while the Sunne his Beames displayes Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Workes which so in power excell The Beautie of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Senfe Men shall thy dreadfull Acts relate My Verse thy Greatnes celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Iustice sing For in Thee Grace and Pitie live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodnesse Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Workes transcend Even all thy Workes shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy farre-spreading Empire speake Thy Power to which all Powers are weake To make thy Acts to Mortals knowne And glory of thy awefull Throne Part. 2 Thy Kingdome never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustaine And Soules dejected raise againe All seeke from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberall Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his VVaies VVho Mercie in his VVorkes displaies Is present by his power with all VVho on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect VVho love Him Safetie shall enjoy The Lord the VVicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodnesse shall proclame Man-kinde for ever praise his Name PSALME CXLVI As the 29. Halelu-jah O My Soule praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternall King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no helpe at all Nor prevent his proper fall VVhen his parting breath expires He againe to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertaine 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 onely Good and Just He who Heavens blew Arch displai'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Maine Made what ever all containe True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Soules with food sustaines And unbinds the
exclaime Ah! Perished Are all my hopes from me my strength is fled These thoughts my Soule have humbl'd trod to Earth My Pride and given my Hopes a second Birth T' was thy abundant goodnesse Lord that all Did not together in one Ruine fall Thy Mercies with the rising Light renue And thy Fidelitie as large as true My soule is arm'd with stedfast Confidence Since thou my Portion art and strong Defence To those how gracious who on thee relye Who seeke thee with unfainting Industry T is good to hope and rest upon thy Truth T is good to beare thy yoake in early youth Alone he silent sits nor will distrust Thy Promise when he hides his head in Dust His cheeke submits to blowes by all revil'd Yet knowes at length thou wilt be reconcil'd When God with griefe hath fixt thee to the ground His Mercy will powre balme into thy wound For He delights not in our Misery On those to trample who in fetters lye Hates that the weake should be opprest by might Or Justice suffer in the Judges sight O tell what can befall beneath the Sun That is not by the Lords appointment done Both good and bad from Him proceeds why then Grudge you at punishment vaine sinfull Men Turne we to God by tryall of our wayes To Heaven our hearts our hands and voyces raise We have transgres'd rebell'd no pardon gaine The Food of Wrath by thee pursu'd and slaine Thou hast with Cloud 's thy selfe inclos'd of late Through which no Prayers of ours can penetrate With Men the refuse and off-skouring made Whom all our Foes with open mouthes upbraid Fill'd with vastation ruines snares and feares While for my Childrens losse I melt in Teares Nor shall those briny Rivers cease to flow Till God looke downe with pitie on our woe Mine eye ah wounds my heart when I behold My Cities Daughters to Afflictions sold Those who thy Beauty Solyma deface My soule like a retrived Partridge chace Cut from the living in a Dungeon throwne And over-whelmed with a Pile of Stone Stormes ore my head their rowling billowes tost Then cry'd I ah I am for ever lost Thou from the Dungeon Lord my cryes didst heare O never from my sighes divert thine Eare Thou stood'st besides me in that horrid Day And said'st Take courage nor thy feare obey My cause thou Lord hast pleaded in this strife And from their greedy jawes redeem'd my Life Thou that hast seene my wrongs restore my right Thou hast their vengeance seene and cursed spight The malice heard which their false tongues disclose The thoughts and machinations of my Foes VVhen they sit downe and when they rise I still Become their Musick and their Laughter fill Rewards according to their works disburse Their Hearts with Sorrow wound blast with thy Curse Pursue destroy nor Lord thy wrath restraine Till none beneath the arch of Heaven remaine Chap. 4 How is our Gold growne dimme of all the most Refin'd and pure hath now his Lustre lost That Marble which the Temple beautifi'd Torne downe by impious Rage and cast aside The wretched Sons of Sion ah behold Of late so precious more esteem'd then Gold How slighted to how low a value brought Like Earthen vessels by the Potter wrought The Monsters of the Sea and Salvage Beasts Their young ones gently foster at their Breasts My Daughters ah more cruell are then these Or then the desert-haunting Estriges Their Children cry for Bread but none receive Whose thirsty tongues to their hot pallats cleave VVho fed Deliciously now sit forlorne And those who Scarlet wore on dung-hils mourne The Punishments as did their sinnes excell That which from Heaven on wicked Sodom fell Devour'd with sodaine flames No Creature found To whom his wrath could adde another wound Her Nazarites late pure as falling Snow More white then Streames which from stretcht udders flow Not Rubies of the rocke such red insphear'd Nor polisht Saphires like their Veines appear'd Their faces now more blacke then Cinders growne To such as meet them in the Streets unknowne VVhose wither'd Skins more dry then saplesse wood Cleave to their fleshlesse Bones for want of Food O farre lesse wretched they whose parting Breath Breaks through their wounds then those who starve to death For they in lingring torments pine away And find not Death so cruell as Delay Soft-hearted Mothers live by horrid spoile And their beloved Babes in Caldrons boyle On these with weeping Eyes and hearts that bleed The famisht Daughters of my People feed The Lord his vengeance now accomplish't hath And powred forth the Viols of his wrath Forsaken Sion sets on fire whose Towers And Palaces the hungry flame devoures You Kings that sway the many-Peopled Earth All who from groaning Mothers take your birth O would you have believ'd that thus the Foe Should have triumpht in her sad overthrow Her Priests and Prophets sins who should have taught By their Example have her ruine wrought VVith humane flesh her flaming Altars fed And blood of Innocents profusely shed VVho blindly wander so defil'd with gore That none would touch the Garments which they wore Depart they cry'd Depart and touch us not Depart ô you whom foule pollutions spot Thus chid they stray'd and to the Gentiles fled Yet said ere long we shall from hence be led For this the Lord hath scatter'd in his Ire Nor ever shall they to their homes retire Their unregarded Priests slaine by the Foe Who would no pitie to the aged show Yet vainely we in these our Miseries With expectation have consum'd our eyes And fostered flattering hopes built on their word Who can no ayd to our Extreames afford Like cruell Hunters they our steps pursue While we in Corners lurke from publike view That Fatall Day drawes neere wherein we must Descend to Death and mingle with the Dust Not Eagles fearefull Doves so swiftly chace As they with winged feet our foot-steps trace Pursue o're Mountaines watch at every Streight And to intrap us in the Defart waite The Lords Anointed even our nostrils Breath They have ensnar'd and rendred up to Death Of whom we said Among the Heathen wee Beneath his wings shall live in exile free Daughter of Edom thou that dwelst in Hus Exalt thy Joy This Cup to thee from us Shall swiftly passe thy braines inebriate so As thou thy nakednesse shalt boldly show Yet when thy Sins deserved Punishment O wretched Sions Daughter shall be spent Jehova will thy Banishment repeale Foment thy wounds and all thy bruises heale Then he on Edoms Issue shall impose Our yoake and her deformitie disclose Chap. 5 Remember Lord the Afflictions we have borne See how we are to all the world a Scorne Our Lands and Houses forreiners possesse Our Mothers Widdowes and we Fatherlesse To us our wood the greedy Strangersels And dearely purcha'st water from our wels Our necks with heavy burthens are opprest All Day we toyle at Night depriv'd of Rest We in the Egyptian and Assyrian Lands Are forc't to
Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides