but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dancing turn'd The Sack-cloth torn wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glory might proclame Thy Favours in a joyful Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALM XXXI WHo trusts in Thee O let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soul secure Lord lend a willing ear with speed protect Be thou my Rock with thy strong Arm immure My Rock my Fortress for thy Honour aid And my ingaged feet from Danger guide Pull from their subtil Snares in secret laid O thou my only Strength so often try'd To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend O my Redeemer O thou God of Truth Who Lies invent or unto Idols bend I have abhorr'd but lov'd Thee from my Youth I will rejoice and in thy Mercy boast That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know Deliver when in expectation lost Nor yield him to the Triumph of his Foe Now help the Comfortless my Sight decays My Spirits faint my Flesh consumes with care My Life is spent with grief in sighs my Days My Strength through Sin dissolves my Bones impareâ— To all my Foes I am become a scorn Nor least to those who seem'd in love most near By all my late familiar Friends forlorn Who when they meet me turn aside for fear Forgot like those who in the Grave abide And as a broken vessel past repair Traduc'd by many fear on every side Who counsel take and would my life insnare But Lord my Hopes are on thee fixt I said Thou art my God my Days are in thy Hand Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid And those who persecute my Soul withstand O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine Save for thy Mercies sake from Shame deâ—end Shame cover those who keep no Laws of thine And undeplored to the Grave descend The lying lips in endless silence close That with despite and pride traduce the Just. What Joy hast thou reserv'd what wrought for thosâ— In sight of all who fear and in thee trust Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs They in thy close Pavilion shall abide Secured from the strife of envious Tongues Blest he who in a walled City hath To me his wonderful Affection shown I rashly said I am the food of Wrath Cut off for ever from his Presence thrown Yet thou O ever blessed heard'st my Prayer When to thy Mercy I address my Cry O love the living Lord all you that are His chosen Saints and on his Aid rely For he the Faithful ever will preserve And render to the Proud their full deserts Couragious be all you who hope and serve The Lord of Life who will confirm your hearts PSALM XXXII BLest O thrice blest is he Whose Sins remitted be And whose Im-pi e ties God covers from his Eyes To whom his Sins are not Imputed as forgot His Soul with guile unstain'd While silent I remain'd My bones consum'd away I roared all the day For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavy light My moisture dry'd throughout Like to a Summers drought I then my Sins confest How far I had transgrest When all I had reveal'd Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd For this who Godly are Shall seek to Thee by Prayer Seek when thou may'st be found In Deluges undrown'd Thou art my safe Retreat My Shield when dangers threat Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance I will instruct and show The way which thou shouldst goe The way to Pietie And guide thee with mine eye Be not like Mule and Horse Whose reason is their Force Whose mouth the Bit and Rein Lest they rebel restrain Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose But those who God affect His Mercy shall protect O you who are upright In God your God delight You Just his blessed Choice In Him with Songs rejoice PSALM XXXIII TO God you Just your Voices raise It you beseems to sing his Praise O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings To Harp and Lute new Dities sing Sing loud with skillful fingering His Words are crown'd by their event And all his Works are permanent Justice and Judgement he affects His Bounty upon all reflects His Word the arched Heav'ns did frame His Breath the Stars eternal Flame He the collected Seas confines And folds the Deep in Magazines The Lord O all you Nations fear All whom the Earths round shoulders bear He spake 't was done as soon as said At his Commandment stedfast made The People counsel take in vain Their Projects no success obtain The Counsels of the Lord are sure His Purposes no Change indure Blest they whose God Jehovah is The Nation set apart for his The Lord looks from the lofty Skies On careful Mortals casts his Eyes The Lord looks from his Residence The Sons of men beholds from thence He fashioned their hearts alone To him their Thoughts and deeds are known No King is saved by an Host No Giant in his strength should boast There rests no Safety in a Horse None are deliver'd by his force Gods eyes are ever on the Just Who fear and in his Mercy trust To free their Souls from swallowing Earth And keep alive in time of Dearth Our fervent Souls on God attend Our help who only can defend In whom our Hearts exult for joy Because we on his Name rely Great God to us propitious be As we have fixt our Hopes on thee PSALM XXXIV THe Lord I will for ever bless My Tongue his praises shall profess In him my Soul shall boast The Meek shall hear the same and joy His Name with me O magnifie Extoll the Lord of Hosts My Prayers ascending pierc'd his ear Who snatch'd me from those storms of fear The Meek who God expect Who flow to him like living Brooks Shame never shall distain their looks Nor with foul guilt infect This Wretch in his adversity Then men shall say to God did cry Whose Mercy him secur'd The Angels of Jehovah those Who fear him with their Tents inclose By Strength divine immur'd How good our God O taste and see Who trust in him thrice happy be You Saints O fear him still Such feel no want the Lions rore For hunger but who God implore He shall with Plenty fill Come children with attention hear I will instruct you in his fear What man delights in life Seeks to live happily and long From evil guard thy wary Tongue Thy lips from fraud and strife Do good and wicked deeds eschew Seek sacred Peace her steps pursue Gods Eyes are on the Just Their cries his open Ear attends But on the Bad his wrath descends Their Names reduc'd to dust He hears the Righteous and their cry â—reserv'd in their adversity A broken heart affects And Souls contrite which in Him trust Great are the afflictions of the Just But He in all
Rock O lead So far above my head That wert and art my Tower Against oppressing Power For to thy sacred Court I ever shall resort Secure beneath thy wings From all their menacings Even Thou my suit hast sign'd A King by Thee design'd To govern such as will Thy Holy Law fulfill Whom Thou long life wilt give His Ages shall out-live He Throne shall stand before Thy Face for evermore Thy Mercy Lord extend Him for thy Truth defend Then I in chearful Layes Will celebrate thy praise And to Thee every day My Vows devoutly pay PSALM LXII LOrd thou art the only Scope Of my never-fainting Hope My Salvation my Defence Refuge of my Innocence Thou the Rock I build upon Not by man to be o're-thrown How long will you machinate Persecute with causlels hate You shall like a tott'ring wall Like a batter'd Bulwark fall All conspire to cast me down From my brows to tear my Crown Full of fraud they bless in show When their Thoughts with curses flow Yet my Soul on God attends All my Hope on him depends He the Rock I built upon Not by man to be o're-thrown He my Glory he my Tower Guards me by his saving Power You who are sincere and just In the Lord for ever trust Powr your Hearts before his Throne His who can protect alone All that are of high Descent To the Poor and Indigent Nothing are but Vanity Nothing but deceive and lye Balanc'd altogether they Lighter than a Vapour weigh In Oppression trust thou not Nor in Wealth by Rapine got If thy Riches multiply See thou prize them not too high God said once twice have I heard Power is his by Him conferr'd His is Mercy He rewards And as we deserve regards PSALM LXIII TO Thee O God my God I pray Before the dawning of the Day My Soul and wasting flesh With thirsty Ardor Thee desire In Soils scorch'd with aethereal Fire Whose draught no show'rs refresh That in thy Sanctuary I May see thy Power and Majesty Once more with ravish'd eyes My lips shall celebrate thy Praise Thy Goodness more than length of daies Or life it self I prise Extoll'd while I have utterance To Thee will I my Palmes advance That wilt with marrow feast My Verse thy Wonders shall recite Remembred in the silent Night As on my Bed I rest Secur'd beneath thy shady Wing I will in sacred Raptures sing And to thy Promise cleave Thy Hand upholds but who with hate My Soul seek to precipitate Hells entrails shall receive The raging Sword shall shed their blood A prey for Wolves for Foxes food Yet God his King shall bless And such as swear by his great Name But those whose Tongues the Just defame Confusion shall suppress PSALM LXIV THou great Protector hear my Cry Save from my dreadful Enemy O vindicate From their close hate Who for my Soul in ambush lie From their blind Rage protect Who Truth and Thee reject Who whet their Tongues more sharp than Swords Their Arrows draw even bitter words To wound th' Upright With fierce delight When Time to their desire accords Then on a sudden shoot Nor fear divine pursuit Confirm'd in skilful Malice they Conspire their Nets in secret lay And say What eye Can this descry First counsel take and then betray On mischief set their hearts Pursu'd by wicked Arts. But God shall let his Arrows flie Wound in the twinkling of an Eye Each deadly stung By his own Tongue Shall with that fatall Poison die Who this behold or hear Shall tremble with cold fear Men shall their Eyes with wonder raise Rehearse his Deeds and sing his Praise Eternity Shall crown their Joy Who walk in his prescribed ways He to the Pure of Heart His Glory shall impart PSALM LXV DUe Honours Lord on Thee attend Where Sions sacred Towers ascend There thy devoted Israelites Shall pay their Vows with solemn Rites To Thee shall all Man-kind repair Since thou vouchsaf'st to hear our Prayer Our Sins thy Mercies expiate When burthen'd with their loathed weight Thrice happy he of whom thou mak'st Thy Choice and to thy service tak'st That may within thy Courts reside There with thy Goodness satisfi'd And taste of that sincere Delight Which never cloys the Appetite From thee O God our Safety springs Thy Judgement threatens dreadful things Their Hope whom Soils remote sustain Who flote upon the toiling Main Great is thy Power propt by thy Hand Cloud-touching Mountains stedfast stand Thou with thy Scepter dost appease The roaring of the high-wrought Seas And the tumultuary jarrs Of People breathing Blood and Warrs Who dwell upon the Earth's Confines They tremble at thy fearful Signs Where first the Sun his beam displays And where he sets his golden Rayes They triumph in the fruits of Peace Inriched by the Earth's increase He Rain upon her Bosom pow'rs His swelling Clouds abound with Show'rs And so prepares the lusty Soil To recompence the Reapers toil Mellows the Glebe with fatning juyce Whose furrows hopeful blades produce With Plenty crowns the smiling Years Shed from the influence of the Sphears The Desert with sweet Claver fills And richly shades the joyful Hills Flocks cover all the higher Plain The rancker Vallies cloth'd with Grain These in Abundance solacing Without a tongue thy Praises sing PSALM LXVI HAppy Sons of Israel Who in pleasant Canaan dwell Fill the Air with shouts of Joy Shouts redoubled from the Skie Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Trophees to his Glory raise Say How wonderful thy Deeds Lord thy Power all power exceeds Conquest on thy sword doth sit Trembling Foes through fear submit Let the many-peopled Earth All of high and humble birth Worship our eternal King Hymns unto his honour sing Come and see what God hath wrought Terrible to humane thought He the Billows did divide Wall'd with waves on either side While we passed safe and dry Then our souls were wrap'd with joy Endless his Dominion All beholding from his Throne Let not those who hate us most Let not the Rebellious boast Bless the Lord his Praise be sung While an Ear can hear a Tongue He our feet establisheth He our souls redeems from Death Lord as silver purifi'd Thou hast with Affliction try'd Thou hast driv'n into the net Burthens on our shoulders set Trod on by their Horses hooves Theirs whom Pity never moves We through fire with flames imbrac'd We through raging floods have pass'd Yet by thy conducting hand Brought into a wealthy Land I will to thy House repair Worship and thy Power declare Off'rings on thy Altar lay All my vows devoutly pay Utter'd with my heart and tongue When opprest with powerful Wrong Fatlings I will Sacrifice Incense in perfumes shall rise Bullocks shaggy Goats and Rams Offer'd up in sacred flames You who great Jehovah fear Come O come you blest and hear What for me the Lord hath wrought Then when neer to ruin brought Fervently to Him I cry'd I his Goodness magnifi'd If
a Million Let me be contemn'd and poor In thy Temple keep a Door Then with wicked men possess All that they call Happiness O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy he Who alone depends on Thee PSALM LXXXV AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown Drawn from the Babylonian yoke Our Sins remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblown Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet reign Extending to the yet unborn Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn That thine in Thee may joy again O show'r thy Mercy from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speaks of Peace Such as in Sanctity increase Nor to their Sins again descend These soon with Freedom shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kiss For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousness look from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberal Hand The rich and ever grateful Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him go And her fair steps to Mortals show PSALM LXXXVI MY God thy Suppliant hear Afford a gentle Ear For I am comfortless And labour in distress My righteous Soul relieve So ready to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore Who daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all Who on thy Mercy call O hear my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found When troubles most abound What God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Zeal shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in Wonders shown Direct me in thy Way So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests clear United in thy Fear My Soul shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rful Enemies All Rebells to thy Will My guiltless blood would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy Bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Sign expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALM LXXXVII THe Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excel He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Ierusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Iudea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foreign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortal Hands Firm as the Mountain where it stands The Lord in his eternal Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall the Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streams from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALM LXXXVIII MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Ears Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now near the Jaws of greedy Death My light extinguish'd numbered Among the Dead Like men in battail slain the womb Of Earth their Tomb Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o're thrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerful Raies Crush'd by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Goal where I In Fetters lie Blind with my tears with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vain a walking Coarse Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show Who sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save Wilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown Where none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die Whilst I thy Terrours undergo Distracted by these storms of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devours My trembling Powers With troops of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALM LXXXIX OUr grateful Songs O thou eternal King Shall ever of thy boundless Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above Which on firm hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy seed establish and thy Throne sustain Whilst Seas shall flow or Moons increase and wain The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appears And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with fears Great God! how great when dreadful Armies joyn What God so strong what Faith so firm as thine Thy Bounds the Billows of the Sea restrain Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Main Proud Rahab like a Coarse with blood imbru'd Hew'n down the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round earth broad â—eas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestial swiftly rowl Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evenings sing thy praise Thy Arm excells in Strength thy hands sustain The World they made And guide it with a rein Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred brows infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet calls Throng to thy celebrated Festivalls They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouths be found And in thy Justice shall their Joys abound Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King
Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely dye Be they like Corn on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome bears But withers still before it ears No Travailer their labours bless Nor say We wish you good success PSALM CXXX OUt of the horrour of the Deep Where fear and sorrow never sleep To the my cries In sighs arise Lord from despair thy servant keep O lend a gracious ear And my petitions hear For if thou should'st our sins observe And punish us as we deserve Not one of all But then must fall Since all from their obedience swerve Yet art not thou severe That we thy Name might fear Thy Mercies our misdeeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearful Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Iacobs Race â—n him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeem from Sin and Hell PSALM CXXXI THou Lord my witness art I am not proud of heart Nor look with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vain pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers breast On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the only scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALM CXXXII REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Iacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convey'd No Roof shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleep my eye-lids close 'Till I have found a place for his abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Ark we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle go And there our selves before thy Foot-stool throw Ascend to thy eternal Rest at length â—hou and the Ark of thy admired strength â— let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctity â—nd all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy â—or Davids sake receive into thy Grace â—rom thy Anointed never turn thy Face â—or thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget â—hy Son shall long possess thy royal Seat â—nd if thy Children my commands obâ—erve â—or from the rules of my prescription swerve â—heir Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway â—ven while the Sun illuminates the Day â—or Sion I have chosen Sion great 〈◊〉 my affections my eternal Seat â— will abundantly increase her store And with the flow'r of Wheat sustain her poor Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyful Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horn of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burn out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALM CXXXIII O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyn in mutual love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Down to the borders of his Vest. T is like the pearls of Dew that drop On Hermons ever-fragrant top Or which the smiling Heavens distill On happy Sions sacred Hill For God hath there his favours plac't And joy which shall for ever last PSALM CXXXIV YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait Who keep your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerful light In th' Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recess The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People bless The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALM CXXXV O You who Ephods wear and Incense fling On sacred flames Jehovah's praises sing You who his Temple guard O celebrate His glorious Name his noble Acts relate How great a joy with such sincere delight To crown the Day and entertain the Night For Israel is his choice and Iacobs Race â—is treasure and the object of his Grace 〈◊〉 power how infinite how much before â—hose mortal gods whom frantick men adore â—ll on his Will depend all Homage owe 〈◊〉 Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below â—t his command exhaled Vapors rise â—nd in condensed clouds obscure the Skies â—rom thence in show'rs He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-born of Men and Cattle slew â—resh streams of blood the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' Inhabitants that drink of Nilus flood At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Great Princes who excell'd in fortitude And mighty Nations by his power subdu'd Strong Sihon whom the Amorites obey'd And strenuous Og who Bashans Scepter sway'd With all the Kingdoms of the Canaanites Who to the Conquerours resign their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitful fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto Eternity And thy immortal Fame shall never dye Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helpless gods ador'd in foreign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deaf Ears still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive Lungs Who made resemble them and such are those Who in such senseless stocks their hopes repose O praise the Lord you who from Israel spring His Praises O you Sons of Aaron sing You of the House of Levi praise his Name All you who God adore his Praise proclaime From Sion praise the only Good and Great Who in Ierusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALM CXXXVI THe Bounty of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters sways Thanks to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings E-ter-nal Mercy springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Sky Those Orbs that move so orderly Firm Earth above The Floods that move Display'd and rais'd the Hills on high For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs Who Sun and Moon inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Stars And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The first-born of Aegyptians slew Whose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerful hand Th' oppressed sons of Iacob drew For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled Who in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-less Deserts led For from the King of kings Eternal mercy springs Who numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid Who Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Unto their Seed Who in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of
sway The Parts th' are Blest-with some more Blessed way Fate can against Thee but two Foes advance Sharp-sighted Envy and Blind Ignorance The first by Nature like a shadow near To all great Acts I rather Hate than Fear For them since whatsoever most they Raise In Private That they most in Throngs Dispraise And know the Ill they Act Condemn'd within Who envies Thee may no man envy Him The last I Fear not much but Pity more For though they cannot the least Fault explore Yet if they might the high Tribunal Clime To Them thy Excellence would be thy Crime For Eloquence with things Prophane they joyn Nor count it fit to Mix with what 's Divine Like Art and Paintings laid upon a Face Of it self sweet which more Deform than Grace Yet as the Church with Ornaments is Fraught Why may not That be too which There is Taught And sure that Vessel of Election Paul Who Judais'd with Jews who All to All So to Gain some would be at least Content Some for the Curious should be Eloquent For since the Way to Heaven is Rugged who Would have the Way to that Way be so too Or thinks it fit we should not Leave obtain To learn with Pleasure what we Act with Pain Since then Some stop unless their Path be Even Nor will be led by Soloecismes to Heaven And through a Habit scarce to be control'd Refuse a Cordial when not brought in Gold Much like to them to that Disease Inur'd Which can be no way but by Musick cur'd I Ioy in Hope that no small Piety Will in their Colder Hearts be Warm'd by Thee For as none could more Harmony dispense So neither could thy flowing Eloquence So well in any Task be us'd as this To Sound His Praises forth whose Gift it is Cui non certaverit ulla Aut tantum fluere aut totidem durare per annos Virg. Georg. 2. FALKLAND An ODE to my worthy Kinsman Mr. GEORGE SANDYS Upon his excellent Paraphrase on the PSALMS O Breath again that holy Lay Did convay Unto my soul so sweet a Fire I desire That all my Senses charm'd to Ear Should fix there O might this sacred Anthem last 'Till Time's past Until we warble forth a higher In the Quire Of Angels till the Sphears keep time To your Rime Amphion did a City raise By his Layes The Stones did dance into a Wall At his call But your divinely-tuned Air Doth repair Ev'n Man himself whose stony Heart By this Art Rebuildeth of its own accord To the Lord A Temple breathing holy Songs In strange Tongues You fit both Davids Lyre and Notes To our Throats See the green Willow now not wears Of their Tears The sadly silent Trophyes we From the Tree Take down the Hebrew Harps and reach In our speech What ever we do hate what fear What love dear Now in faint Accents praising God For his Rod Since that his punishing a Child Must be stil'd A Blessing But our thankful Layes Do his Praise Sound in the loudest Key when e're He draws near In Mercy not affrighting Power In that Hour New Life approacheth Then our Joy Doth employ Each Faculty and Tune each Air To a Prayer But by and by our Sins do cause A sad Pause Our Hands lift-up and cast-down Eyes Our faint Cryes Do in their sadly-pleasing Tones Speak our Mones In stead of Harps we strike our Breasts All the Rests Attend his Musick are a Tear Which Sighs bear In their soft Language up on high To the Skie Whence God delighted with our Grief Sends Relief Thus unto You we owe the Joys The Sweet Noise Of our ravish'd Souls we borrow Hence our Sorrow Repentant Sorrow which doth glad Not make sad We weep in your Lines we rejoyce In your Voyce Whose pleasing Language fans the Fire Of Desire Which flames in Zeal and calmly fashions All our Passions Which you so sweetly have exprest Some have guest We Hallelu-jahs shall rehearse In your Verse Then be secure your well-tun'd Breath Shall now out-live the Date of Death And when Fate pleases you shall have Still-Musick in the silent Grave You from Above shall hear each day One Dirge dispatch'd unto your Clay These your own Anthems shall become Your lasting Epicedium Dudly Digges To the Reader THe Paraphrase upon the Psalms though he rank'd according to the Chronology was fâ—â— Writ and Published and therefore these Verses 〈◊〉 in time precede those that are fixt in the Front of 〈◊〉 Volume A PARAPHRASE Upon the FIRST BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM I. THat Man is truly blest who never strays By false advice nor walks in Sinners ways Nor sits infected with their scornful pride Who God contemn and Pi-e-ty deride But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heav'nly Laws those studies day and night He shall be like a Tree that spreads his Root By living Streams producing timely Fruit His Leaf shall never fall the Lord shall bless All his indeavours with desir'd success Men lost in Sin unlike rewards shall find Disperst like Chaff before the furious Wind Their guilt shall not that horrid day indure Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure For God approves those ways the Righteous tread But Sinful Paths to â—ure Destruction lead PSALM II. HOw are the Gentiles all on fire Whâ—â— rage they with vain menacings Earths haughty Potentates and Kings 'Gainst God against his Christ conspire Break we say they their fervile bands And cast their cords from our free hands But God from his Coelestial Throne Shall laugh and their attempts deride Then high incenst thus check their pride â—His Wrath in their confusion shown Loe I my King have Crown'd and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill That great Decree I shall declare For thus I heard Jehovah say Thou art my Son begot this day Request and I will grant thy Prayer Subject all Nations to thy Throne And make the Sea-bound Earth thine own Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway Like earthen Vessels break their Bones Be wise O you who sit on Thrones And Judges grave advice obey With joyful Fear O serve the Lord With trembling Joy embrace his Word In due of Homage kiss the Son Lest He his wrathful looks display And so you perish in the way His anger newly but begun Then blessed only are the Just Who on th' Anointed fix their trust PSALM III. MY God how are my foes increast What multitudes against me rise Who say giâ—â— we his Soul no rest Whom God forsakes and Men despise But thou art my Support my Tower My Safety my choice Ornament Before thy Throne my Prayers I pow'r Heard from thy Sions high ascent No fears affright my soft repose Thou my Night-watch my Guard by Day Not Miriads of Armed Foes Nor Treasons secret hands dismay Arise O vindicate my Cause My Foes whom wicked Hate provoke Thou Lord hast smit their cankred Jaws And all their Teeth asunder broke Thou Lord the
only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
those that seek thy Mercy find Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meek in righteousness shall guide To such his heavenly Will express Which shall with Truth and Mercy bless All such as in his Laws abide My sins so numerous and great O â—or thy honour Lord forget What 's he who fears The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soul refresh'd with calm repose The Land by his fair Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seal his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pitty me so worn with cares Despised poor and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toil and straits wherein I live My sins so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent grown How are they multiply'd of late Who hate me with a deadly hate Deliver O! from shame protect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve Who constantly thy aid expect Redeem thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALM XXVI LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Souls integritie How can I fall When I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reins and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sin 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 grateful verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteem excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwells My life O close Not up with those Whose sin thy Grace expells Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeem O with thy Grace sustain My feet now stand upon the plain Thy Justice I Will magnifie With those who fear thy Name PSALM XXVII GOd is my Saviour my clear light Who then can my repose affright Or what appear Worth such a fear My life protected by his Might Vain hatred vain their power That would my life devour These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once inclose Of fear I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compass 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 storms arise on ev'ry side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shock Hath fixt me on a Rock 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 O hear thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pity and reply When thus the Lord In sweet accord Seek thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seek thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turn aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers known O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me the 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 Bear Wrath and Death My Soul had sunk 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 undaunted stand His heav'nly Will attend Who timely aid will send PSALM XXVIII MY God my Rock regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of dark Oblivion lie To my ascending Grief give ear When I my hands devoutly rear Before thy Mercy-seat with fear With wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate Who speak of Peace but foster hate Such as their works their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadful punishment Since they will not thy Choice renown But hate whom thou intend'st to crown O build not up but pull them down He hears His Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on ev'ry side â—ince all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my Tears devour My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Bless feed preserve and still advance PSALM XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heav'n and Earth Glory give his Pow'r proclame Magnifie and praise his Name Worship in the Beauty bless Beauty of his Holiness From a dark and show'ring Cloud On the floods that roar aloud Hark! his Voice with terrour breaks God our God in Thunder speaks Powerful in his Voice on high Full of Pow'r and Majestie Lofty Cedars overthrown Cedars of steep Libanon Calf-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthful Unicorn Lab'ring Clouds with Light'ning torn At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for fear Shady Forrests bare appear His renown by ev'ry tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Floods restrains He a King for ever raigns God his People shall increase Arm with Strength and bless with Peace PSALM XXX MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffer'd the proud Enemy To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arm 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 Vows unto the Lord His perfect Holiness record Whose Wrath but for a Moment stays His quick'ning Favour life bestows Tears may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joys soon-ending Woes In my Prosperity I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortifi'd Am like a stedfast Mountain made But when thou hid'st thy cheerful Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my grief renew Which thus implor'd thy saving Grace What profit can my blood afford When I shall to the Grave descend Can senseless Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercy in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope
I Vices should affect Would not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard Which my tongue with tears preferr'd Sourâ—e of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALM LXVII LOrd show'r 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 extol thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourn in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With fear adore PSALM LXVIII LEt God the God of Battail rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoak which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyful Songs his Praise resound Who riding on the rowling Sphears The Name of great Jehovah bears Before his Face your joys express A Father to the fatherless He wipes the tears from Widows eyes The single Plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound While Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march'd through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shook With his majestick Presence strook When Israels God in Clouds came down High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crown He in th' approach of meager Dearth With show'rs refresht the fainting Earth Where his own Flock in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels sing He Kings with their vast Armies foils While women share their wealthy spoils You who among the Pots have lain In Soot and Smoak shall shine again Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove Whose wings with golden Splendor move When he the Kings had overthrown Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountain Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends Why boast you so ye meaner Hills God with his Glory Sion fills This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence His Chariots twenty thousand were Which Myriads of Angels bear He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Self hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivity Deck'd with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestows Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods Who 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 Iacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring again And through the bottom of the Main That Dogs may lap their enemies blood And they wade through a crimson Flood We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers march'd before Who instruments of Musick bore In order followed Every Maid Upon her pleasant Timbrel plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountain spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Iudah from his Mountain-throne The far removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Iordan where his stream 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 Ierusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Bulls 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 Which beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdoms through the World renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides Whose voice 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 throws A trembling horror on his Foes While us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALM LXIX LOrd snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deep Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yielding mud There where no bottom can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight fails my long-expecting Eyes My Hairs are not in number more Than my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never took restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithful blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor O! 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 general scorn Deserted by my near Allies By children of my Mother born Through zeal unto thy Honour worn While thy reproach upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my looks 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 Yet shall my Prayers and Sighs ascend Even in an acceptable hour Thy Mercy gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almighty Power Let not the swallowing mud devour Preserve from such a shameful end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keep Let not the Billows overflow Nor Whirl-pits suck into their Deep O pity Thou the Eyes that weep And thy Transcendent Mercy show Hear and redeem without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soul in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc'd Was ever Sorrow half so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Grief no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eat And Vinegar to quench my Thirst. O be their board a snare to those Prosperity it self a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkness close And let them fall by their own weight Pour on them thy Eternal hate With vengeance multiply their woes In Ruins let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Souls with slander wound Let their Iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercy joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Daies Though poor to misery begot Yet Thou shalt my dejection raise Then will I celebrate thy Praise My thankful Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Than Bulls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Horns with Garlands
Thee adore that I may give a voice To thy great Acts and in their joy rejoyce We as our Fathers have thy Grace exil'd Revolted and our Souls with Sin defil'd They of thy Miracles in Egypt wrought So full of Fear and Wonder never thought Thy Mercies than their hairs in number more But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe That all the World his wondrous Power might know There the commanded Sea asunder rent While Israel through his dusty Chanel went Whom He from Phaeroah and his Army saves The swift-returning Floods their fatal Graves Then they his Word believ'd and sung his Praise Yet soon forgot and wandred from his Waies Who long for flesh to pamper their excess And tempt him in the barren Wilderness He grants their wish and with a Flight of Fowls Sent meager Death into their hungry Souls They Moses gentle Government oppose And envy Aaron whom the Lord had chose The yawning Earth then in her silent womb Did Dathan and Abirams Troops intomb A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burns And thoâ—e Conspirators to Ashes turns Yet they the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calf of Gold and to an Idol pray'd The Lord their Glory thus exchanged they For th' Image of a Beast that feeds on Hey Forgot their Saviour all his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o're-flown The Wonders acted by his pow'rful Hand Where the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command God hath pronounc'd their ruin Moses then His Servant Moses and the best of Men Stood in the Breach which their Rebellion made And by his Prayer the hand of Vengeance staid Yea they this fruitful Paradise despis'd Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd But mutined against their faithful Guide And basely wish'd they had in Aegypt dy'd For this the Lord advanc'd his dreadful Hand To overthrow them on th' Arabian Sand To scatter their rebellious Seed among Their Foes expos'd to poverty and Wrong Besides Baal-Peor they ador'd and fed On Sacrifices offer'd to the Dead Thus their Impieties the Lord incense Who smote them with devouring Pestilence But when with noble anger Phineas slew The bold Offenders He his Plagues with-drew This was reputed for a righteous Deed Which should for ever consecrate his Seed So they at Meribah his Anger mov'd The sacred Prophet for their sakes reprov'd Their Cries his Saint-like sufferance provoke Who rashly in his Souls distemper spoke Nor ever entred the affected Land They still rebellious to divine Command Preserv'd those Nations by his Wrath subdu'd Mixt with the Heathen and their Sins pursu'd Their cursed Idols serve with Rites profane Snares to their Soul and from no Crime abstain Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice To Devils and look on with tearless eyes Defil'd the Land with innocent blood which sprung From their own loins on flaming Altars flung Unto adulterate Deities they pray'd And worshipped those Gods their hands had made These crying Sins exasperate the Lord Who now his own Inheritance abhorr'd Given up unto the Heathen for a Prey Slaves to their Foes who hate them most obey Deliver'd oft as oft his Wrath provoke And with increasing Sins renew their Yoke Yet he compassionates their miseries And with soft pity hears their mournful Cries His former Promise calls to mind relents And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents In salvage Hearts unknown Compassion bred By whom but lately into thraldome led Great God of gods thy Votaries protect And from among the Barbarous recollect That we to Thee may dedicate our Daies And joyntly triumph in thy glorious Praise Blest O for ever blest be Israels King All you his People Halelujah sing Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fifth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM CVII EXtoll and our good God adore Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore O you by Tyrants late opprest Now from your servile Yokes releast Praise him who your Redemption wrought And home from barbarous Nations brought From where the Morn her Wings displays From where the Evening crowns the Dayes Beneath the burning Zone and near The Influence of the freezing Bear They in unpeopled Deserts straid The Heavens their Roof the Clouds their shade Their Souls with thirst and hunger faint None by to pity their Complaint When to the Lord their God they cry'd His Mercy their extreams suppli'd He led them through the Wilderness And gave them Cities to possess O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate For he in foodless Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestial Bread From wondring Rocks new Currents roul To satisfie the thirsty Soul Those Rebels who his Counsel slight Imprison'd in the shades of Night Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise When humbled with their miseries They to the Lord addrest their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs From Darkness draws dissolves their Grieves And from Deaths Jaws preserves their lives O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate He breaks Steel-bars and Gates of Brass To force a way for His to pass Those Fools whom pleasing Sins intice Are punish'd by their darling Vice Their Souls all sorts of Food distast Whom Troops of pale Diseases waste When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs His Word restores them from their Graves And from a dreadful Ruin saves O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate Due Praises to his Altar bring And of your great Redemption sing Who sail upon the toiling Main And traffick in pursuit of Gain To such his Power is not unknown Nor wonders in the Ocean shown At his Command black Tempests rise Then mount they to the troubled Skies Thence sinking to the Depths below The Ship Hulls as the Billows flow And all Aboard at every seel Like Drunkards on the Hatches reel When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage And foming Seas suppress their Rage Then singing with a prosperous Gale To their desired Harbour sail O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise He Rivers turns t' a Wilderness â—prings dry'd up by the Suns access To scourge their Sins he makes the Soil Ungrateful to the Owners toil Turns sandy Deserts into Pools And parched Earth with Fountains cools There plants his hungry Colonies Where strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles wear And spreading Vines full clusters bear They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die â—ut when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine War and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devour Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-less Wilderness Conceal'd themselves from Mans access The Poor he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with Joy behold Th' Unjust with fear and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will
not O guide me in thy Waies BETH â—â—ung man thy Actions by his Precepts guide â—â—om these let not thy zealous Servant slide â—y Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will 〈◊〉 teach me how I may thy Laws fulfill â—â—ose by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold â—â—y Testaments by me more pris'd than Gold 〈◊〉 these I meditate admire there set â—â—y Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL â— let me live t' observe thy Laws mine Eyes â—uminate to view those Mysteries â—e a poor Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire â—t whom my Soul even fainteth with desire â—e Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies â—ess and preserve my Soul which these obeies 〈◊〉 hate of Princes from thy Law deters â—y Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH â—y down-cast Soul as thou hast promis'd raise â—ou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy waies form and I thy Wonders will profess strengthen me that labour in Distress â—ew thy clear Paths false Errors mist remov'd â—ave thy chosen Truth and Judgements lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to run that heavenly race HE. Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soul to those delightful Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Laws incline Divert from vain desires my darkness clear Confirm the Soul devoted to thy Fear Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are uprighâ— O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV His Soul protect who on thy Word relies And silence my reproachful Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Laws for ever shall observe Will freely walk 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 Soul imbrace ZAIN Think of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All storms appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Laws declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Laws 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 â—ou art my Portion I will thee adore â—â—y Laws observe and promis'd Grace implore â—y Actions by thy sacred Rules direct â—nd thy Commands with forward Zeal effect â—he Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise â—t Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise Who fear and keep thy Laws such are my Friends â—truct thy Mercy through the World extends TETH â—hou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy Word Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford â—hou Sea of Goodness that my Soul conforms Into thy Statutes by Afflictions storms â—he Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise â—ut I will trust in thy affected Waies â—e blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought â—hy Laws more pris'd than Ships with treasure fraught IOD â—nform me my Creator in thy Laws 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 keep the Proud who causless hate destroy Who fear and know thy Laws to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soul expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitch'd their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jaws They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Thy faithful Promises are fixt above Firm as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternal Ordinance dispos'd Thy Laws my Life else Grief my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The Wicked chase my Soul which thee obeys Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decays MEM. O how I love thy Laws those exercise By them made wiser than my Enemies More than my Teachers know more than the Old With Virtue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Preceps never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-ways I hate by thine become discreet NVN. â—hy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way â— sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray â—ly wounded Soul with promis'd mercy heal â—ccept my offerings and thy Will reveal â—lthough inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid â—nares for my Soul yet have I thee obey'd My comforts my eternal Heritage O may I keep them till I die through age SAMECH â— 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 Soul nor let me hope in vain Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrap'd thy Foes in their own fraud Cast out like Dross My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorn my righteous Soul expose Mine Eyes even fail while I thy aid expect Be merciful and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more than Gold than Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitful lies PE. Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soul admires This I with thirsty appetite devour Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant pour Compose my steps so shall not sin subject Nor man oppress for I thy Laws affect Shine on my Soul thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed show'rs of tears when men thy Laws despise TSADDI As Thou thy Self so all thy Laws are just Faithful to those who in thy Promise trust Zeal hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Laws which I in heart affect Those to observe though mean and scorn'd intend Truth crowns thy Word thy Justice without end These in my grief and trouble comfort give Inform with Knowledge that my Soul may live COPH. O hear my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eyes out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morn in due Devotion spent Hear and revive thy Justice execute On lawless men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternal Bases stand RESCH. Behold my sorrows patronize my cause Thy Word perform to him that keeps thy Laws Death shall devour who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreams I have thy Will observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Laws thy
Trouble dost thou hide thy cheerful face Who want thy Grace The poor pur sue with cruel pride O be they by their own In-ven-tions o-ver-thrown The wicked boast of their success The covetous profanely bless By Thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy pow'r confess Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements far above their sight Their enemies Scoff and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatness ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischief ever prone to ill In secret they Lurk to betray The Innocent in corners kill His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poor are bent He like a Lion in his den Awaits to catch oppressed men Who unaware Light in his snare His couched limbs contracts that then With all his strength he may Rush on his wretched prey His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides his face he minds it not Arise O Lord Draw thy just sword Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poor and desolate O shield them from his hate Why should the wicked God despise And say he looks with careless eyes Their well seen spight Thou shalt requite The poor O Lord on Thee relies Thou help'st the Fatherless Whom cruel men oppress A sunder break the arms of those Who ill affect and good oppose Their crimes explore Untill no more Lurk in their bosoms to disclose Eternal King thy Hand Hath chac'd them from thy Land Lord thou hast heard thy Servants prayer Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare Thy gracious Ear Inclin'd to hear The Fatherless and worn with care Judge thou that Mortals may No more with outrage sway PSALM XI MY God on Thee my hopes relie Why say they to my troubled Soul Arise up to your Mountain flie Flie quickly like a chaced Fowl For loe the Wicked bend their bows Their arrows fit with secret Art That closely they may shoot at those Who are upright and pure in heart If their foundation be destroy'd What can the Righteous build upon God in his Temple doth abide Heav'n is the Great Jehovah's Throne His Eyes behold his Eye-lids try The Sons of Men allows the best But such as joy in cruelty The Lord doth from his Soul detest Snares horrid Tempest Brimstone Fire Their portion on their heads shall light Th' intirely Just affects th' Intire For ever precious in his sight PSALM XII HElp Lord for Godly men decay From Mortals Faith enforced flies And with their sins Companions they Talk of af fected Vanities Their flattering Tongues a bound with Lies Their double Hearts bent to betray God shall those flattering Lips confound And Tongues which swell with proud Disdain Whose boastings arrogantly sound Our Tongues the conquest shall obtain They are our own who shall restrain Or to our Wills prescribe a bound But for th' Oppression of the Poor And Wretches sighs which pierce the Skies Who pity at his Throne implore The Lord hath said I will arise And from their Foes who them despise Deliver all that me adore Gods Word is pure as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd His Arms for ever shall infold All those who in his truth abide The wicked range on ev'ry side When vitious men the Scepter hold PSALM XIII HOw long Lord let me not for e-ver be forgot How long my God wilt thou Contract thy clouded brow How long in mind perplext Shall I be daily vext How long shall he controul Who persecutes my soul Consider hear my cries Illuminate mine eyes Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep in Death Lest my insulting Foe Boast in my overthrow And those who would destroy In my subversion joy But I Thou ever Just Will in thy Mercy trust And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place My Songs shall sing thy Praise That hast prolong'd my Dayes PSALM XIV THe fool hath said in his false heart God cares not what to Man succeeds Abomi nable are their deeds All Ill affects from Good depart Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestial Throne To see if there were any one That understood or sought his Face All from forsaken Truth are flown Corrupt in Body such in Soul Defil'd within without as foul None Good indeavours no not One. Are all that work Iniquity By Ignorance so blindly led My People they devour like Bread Nor call on him who sits on high Their Consciences with terrour quake Since God doth with the Just abide For Poor mens Counsels they deride Who him for their Protection take O that unto thy Israel Salvation might from Sion Spring When God shall us from Bondage bring No joy shall Iacob's joy excel PSALM XV. WHo shall in thy Tent a bide On thy Holy Hill reside He that 's Just and Innocent Tells the truth of his intent Slanders none with venomb'd Tongue Fears to do his Neighbour wrong Fosters not base Infamies Vice beholds with scornful Eyes Honours those who fear the Lord Keeps though to his loss his Word Takes no Bribes for wicked ends Nor to Use his Money lends Who by these directions guide Their pure steps shall never slide PSALM XVI PReserve me my undoubted Aid To whom thou O my Soul hast said Thou art my God no good in me Nor Merit can extend to Thee But to thy blessed Saints that dwell On Earth whose Graces most excell Those Ravish me with pure Delight Their sorrows shall be infinite Who other Gods with Gifts adore Their bloody Off'rings I abhor Nor shall their Names my Lips profane But God my Lot will still maintain He is my Portion he bestows The Cup that with his Bounty flows I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd A fair and large Possession gain'd The Lord will I for ever praise Whose Counsels have inform'd my Wayes And my inflamed Zeal excite To serve him in the silent Night He is my Object by his Hand Confirm'd immoveable I stand Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest Thou wilt not leave my Soul alone In Hell nor let thy Holy One Corruption see But that High-way To Everlasting Life display Thy Presence yields intire delight At thy Right hand Joys infinite PSALM XVII LOrd grant my just Request O hear my cry And Pray'rs that lips untoucht with guile unfold My Cause before thy High Tribunal try And let thine Eyes my Righteousness behold Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recess Like Mettal try'st me yet no Dross hast found â— am resolv'd my Tongue shall not transgress But on thy Word will all my Actions ground So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants fly O lest I slip direct my Steps by Thine Thee invoke for Thou wilt hear my Cry Thine Ear to my afflicted Voice incline O shew thy wondrous Love Thou from their Foâ— Preservest all that on thy Aid depend Lord as
And shield from harm Help from his Sanctuary send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours bless And crown thy Counsels with success We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensigns in that pray'dâ—for Day With Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfil Now know I his Anointed He Will hear and free With saving Hand and Mighty Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants hear And in our aid Great King appear PSALM XXI LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast shown Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voice Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gems and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Days which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made With high Majesty array'd Of resistless Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joys are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercy of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy own right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruin joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devour them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could perform Let thy Arrows like a Storm Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALM XXII MY God! O why hast thou forsook Why O so far withdrawn thine Aid Nor when I roared pity took My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtains were display'd Yet would'st not Thou vouchsafe a look Yet thou art Holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worm no man am made The scorn of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeem from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainly call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the Womb by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When born Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with fear distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Bulls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thaws My vigour as a Pot-sheard dry'd My thirsty Tongue cleaves to my jaws In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compass me on ev'ry side And multitudes who hate thy Laws My Hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seen with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamless garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor O be deaf to my sad prayer Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicorns guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound O praise him you who fear the Lord You Sons of Iacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their crys who help implore His Face he hides not nor the Poor In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vows before them all The Meek abundantly shall feed The Faithful praise their Help at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Up-rise Shall God profess and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdom is his own For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gain Who poorly creep upon the ground And scarce their needy lives sustain Shall eat and to his easie reign Submit with joys eternal crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousness proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALM XXIII THe Lord my Shepherd me his Sheep Will from consuming Famine keep He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soul refresh'd with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting sin informs my ways No terrour can my courage quail Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vail By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staff my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flows with pleasant Wine While all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyn in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALM XXIV THe round and many-peopled Earth What from her womb extract their birth And whom her foodful breast sustains Are his who high in glory raigns The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountain rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foul intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice Who only their infection fears And never fraudulently swears The Lord his Saviour him shall bless And cloth him with his Righteousness Such are of Iacobs Faithful Race Who seek him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Pow'r compleat The Lord in Battail more than great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALM XXV ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soul erect Lord let not shame my look deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Star display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy relief expect Think of thy Mercies shown of old Thy Mercies more than can be told The sins of my unbridled Youth Nor frail Transgressions call to mind Let
his Guide Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide Men seek his blood but God defends nor shall He by the sentence of the Wicked fall Wait on the Lord nor his straight paths transgress And evermore this pregnant Soil possess But those who in iniquity delight Shall be cut off and perish in thy sight The Wicked I have seen in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurel grow Yet vanish hence as he had never been I sought him but he was not to be seen Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Ungodly are at once cut down And perish without pity or renown The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aid depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALM XXXVIII NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrows wound Nail to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from pain and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sin abounds in me Like Billows they my head transcend Beneath their heavy load I bend My Ulcers swell Corrupt and smell Of Folly the sad end Perplext in mind I pine away And mourning waste the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o're-thrown Through anguish of my Soul I groan Lord thou dost see My thoughts and me My Sighs to thee are known My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight grows dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Who seek my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischief bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deaf to them appear As mute as if I tongueless were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speak nor hear Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O hear my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruin joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrows bent My sins excess I will confess In show'rs of tears repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causeless hate are multiply'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pitty take Nor me in my extreames forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALM XXXIX I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve With Bit and Reins my Tongue keep in Too prone to Sin Nor to their Calumnie reply Who glory in Im pi e ty I like a Statue silent stood Dumb even to good My Sorrows boyling in my breast Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Grief a tongue Of those few days I have to spend And my last End Inform me Lord that I may so My Frailty know My time is made short as a Span As nothing is the Age of man Man nothing is but Vanitie Though thron'd on high Walks like a shadow and in vain Turmoils with pain He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knows not who shall prove his Heir Lord what expect I thou the Scope Of all my Hope Him from his loath'd Transgressions free Who trusts in Thee Nor O subject me to the Rule And proud derision of a Fool With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbear lest instant Death Force my faint breath When thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawn by the Moth Himself a short-liv'd vanitie And born to dye Lord to my Prayers incline thine Ear And thy afflicted Servant hear Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourn here O let me gather strength before I pass away and be no more PSALM XL. FOr God I patiently did look He to my crys inclin'd his Ear And when invironed with fear From that Abyss of horror took Drew from the Mud and on a Rock Establish'd to indure the shock Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise un-sung before Many shall see with fear adore And trusting in th' Almighty say Who on the Lord depend are blest Who Liers and the Proud detest Many and full of wonder are The Works O Lord which Thou hast wrought What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought O who in order can declare 'T were lost endeavour to express Their number that are numberless Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants ear To Thee Oblations are not dear Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Laws are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfil I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousness to all impart My lips are unrestrain'd by me Which Lord is only known to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my breast But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy shown Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aid With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soul invade So changed with Iniquities That they ev'n blind my fearful eyes In number they my hairs exceed My fainting heart pants in my breast Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let shame at once confound them all That seek my Soul and plot my fall Be they repulst with Infamy Who persecute with deadly hate Deservedly left desolate Who Ha Ha! in derision cry Let all who seek thy Help rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerful Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poor and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy relief defer PSALM XLI WHo duly shall the Poor regard Hath his Reward The Lord in time of Trouble shall Prevent his fall He shall among the Living rest And with the Earths increase be blest Lord render him not up to those Who are his Foes When he in sorrow languisheth Near unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sickness make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soul the lothsome stains Of Sin retains My Foes have said When shall he die And yet out-live his Memory â—f any visit they devise Deceitful Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischief load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heav'n is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heel against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I
despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou this did I with silence see â—o as thou thought'st that I was like to thee â—ut I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect â—est I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Souls shall my Salvation see PSALM LI. LOrd to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streams of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soul O clense me from my bloody Deed That to my self appears so foul And now in true Contrition bleed My sins unmask'd before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confess to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice known In sin conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suck'd I from my Mothers breast Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdom is a constant guest With Hysop purge from blemish clear O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission hear The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A clean Heart in my breast create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quick'ning Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heav'nly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer clense from blood The Soul that will thy Mercy praise Give thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodness shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foul crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Arms imbrace And fair Ierusalem immure Then we with due Solemnity To Thee our grateful Vows will pay And Bulls which never Yoke did try Upon thy flaming Altar lay PSALM LII O Thou in Mischief great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with fraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evil dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Virtue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Structures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then tear thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Fear Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsook Nor for his refuge took Self-strength'ning with excess Of Wealth and Wickedness But I shall planted be Like a green Olive-tree In Gods own House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALM LIII FOols flattering their own vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To fetter Nature quench her flame When all this Universal Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The fear and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Think nothing that delights them vile Their Souls with wicked thoughts defile And all their foul Desires fulfill God from the Tow'r of Heav'n his Eyes On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statutes knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Virtue prise O deaf to good in knowledge blind By Sin through clouds of errour led Dull sensual Forms without a Mind Not slow though certain Vengeance dread The Righteous they devour like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrours shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty fear God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Arms against him bear Nor they their Infamy out-wear Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-star might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expel When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy shall Iacobs joy excell PSALM LIV. LOrd for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O hear my cries Which with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruel men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppress my Foes O side with those Who to my soul are true With vengeance recompence their Hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be Who from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALM LV. LOrd to my Prayers incline thine Ear Th' afflicted hear Nor be thou Deaf to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighs the groans the cries Which from my pensive Soul arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe Which storm-like grow And by blood thirsty Violence Truth my offence Who slander with their wounding Tongues And press me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approaching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Fear dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calm Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I find some Wilderness Removed far from mans access Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadful Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter than the Wind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walk the Round Rape Mischief Tears within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly reign Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union grown As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsel led Let Death devour them let them dive To Hell alive With mischief their proud roofs abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soul shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call My Prayers shall with the Suns uprise Ascend the Skies Renew'd when he at Noon displays His fervent Rays When he behind the Earth descends And Day out-worn with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Sphears And pierce his Ears He shall my captive Soul release And crown with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternal Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who only change from bad to worse Nor fear his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words than Butter
Seas recoil'd in their affright The Clouds in storms of rain descend The Air thy hideous Fragors rend Thy arrows dreadful flames extend Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies Thy fatal Light'ning swiftly flies Earth trembles in her agonies Thy Ways even through the Billows lye The Floods then left their Chanels dry No Mortal can thy steps descry Like Flocks through Wilderness of Sand Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land By Moses and by Aarons hand PSALM LXXVIII MY People hear my Words I will unfold Dark Oracles and Wonders done of old By our great Ancestors both heard and known Successively unto their Children shown Which we will to Posterity relate That People yet unknown may celebrate Gods Power his Praise and glorious Acts since He Will 's this Tradition by Divine Decree Until 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 dark oblivion but his Statutes keep Unlike their rebel Sires a stubborn Race Who fell from God nor sought his slighted Grace The Ephraimites though expert in their Bows Though arm'd ignobly fled before their Foes Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God Nor in the ways of his prescription trod Forgot his famous Acts his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o'reflown He brought them through the bowels of the Flood The parted Waves like solid Mountains 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 Yet still they sinn'd and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand provoking the most High Blaspheming thus Can God our wants redress A Table furnish in the Wilderness Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill Can he give Bread with Flesh the hungry fill Thus tempted by their hourly 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 Curtains 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 caelestial Bread Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise And bad the dropping South obscure the Skies Whence show'rs of Quails descend as thick as sand On Sea-wash'd shores or dust on Sun-dry'd Land Which fell among their Tents They their delights Injoy and feast their deadly appetites For lo while they those fatal 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 own mis-haps admonished Would they his Works believe or Judgments dread So he their spirits quench'd with daily fears In Vanity and Toil consum'd their years 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 faithless hearts revolted from his Will Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill How oft would He whose Mercy hath no bound Their pardon sign nor in their Sins confound How oft did He his burning wrath asswage How oft divert the fury of his Rage Consider'd them as flesh in frailty born A passing Wind that never can return Yet still would they his sacred Laws transgress Provok'd him in th' unpeopled Wilderness Confin'd the Holy One of Israel Against their Saviour frantickly rebel Forgetful of his Power nor ever thought Of that great day when from long bondage brought His dreadful Miracles to Aegypt known And Wonders in the Field of Zoan shown The River chang'd into a Sea of Blood Men faint for thirst t' avoid th' infected Flood Huge swarms of unknown Flies display their wings Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound And with their filthy slime pollute the ground Their early Fruits the Caterpillers spoil And Grashoppers devour the Plow-mans toil Long Vines with storms their dangling burdens lost The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroy'd with frost Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones breathless lie Their Cattel by the stroke of Thunder die The Vengeance of his Wrath all forms of woes More Plagues then could be fear'd upon them throws Whom evil Angels to their sins betray He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way Nor would with man or sinless beasts dispense â—hot by the Arrows of his Pestilence â—ew all the flower of Youth their First-born Sons There where old Nilus in seven chanels runs But like a flock of Sheep 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 Mountain purchas'd by his Hand Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants And in their rooms the Tribes of Israel plants Yet they O most ingrateful falsifie Their vows and still exasperate the most High Who in their faithless Fathers traces goe And start aside like a deceitful Bow Their Altars on the tops of Mountains blaze While they their hands to cursed Idols raise These objects fuel to his wrath afford Whose Soul revolted Israel abhor'd The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsook Nor longer would that hated Mansion brook His Ark even to Captivity declin'd His Strength and Glory to the Foe resign'd And yielded 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 Nuptial Garlands crown'd Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battel fall No Widows weeping at their Funeral Then as a Giant folded in the Charms Of Wine and Sleep starts up and cries To arms So rous'd his Foes behind Jehovah wounds And with Eternal Infamy confounds Yet would in Iosephs Tents no longer dwell Nor Ephraim chose who from his Cov'nant fell But Iudah's Mountain for his Seat elects And sacred Sion which he most affects There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd Firm as the Centre never to be ras'd And from the bleating Flocks his David choâ—e When he attended on the yeaning Ews And rais'd him to a Throne that he might feed His people Israel's selected Seed Who fed them faithfully and all the Land Directed with a just and equal hand PSALM LXXIX THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan Lord With Fire and Sword Thy holy Temple they prophane With Slaughter stain Beneath her ruins Salem groans Now nothing but a heap of Stones The dead no Funeral pomp attends Nor weeping friends Their carkases our barbarous Foes To Beasts expose The ravenous Wolves become their tomb Or else the greedy Vultures womb With blood of Saints the Streams grow red Like Watershed Thy People
flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers Submits himself to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creep below The poor he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Womb The Childless Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALM CXIV WHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his own People sanctifi'd And he himself became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Iordan shrunk into his Head The cloudy Mountains skipt like Rams The little Hills like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Iordan shrunk'st thou to the Head Why Mountains did you skip like Rains And why you little Hills like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Iacobs Race Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake When Springs from flinty intrails brake PSALM CXV WE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aid afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing Word Why should th' insulting Heathen cry Where 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and Silver be Made by a frail Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumb mouths and ears that cannot hear Fools on their Altars incense throw Who nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to move or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senseless they who Idols make Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Help and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that fear him trust He shall protect you in distress The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithful Servants bless The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poor and who in power excel That love and on his aid rely They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow Whose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reigns Among the sons of men divides The Earth and all that Earth contains Who sleep within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALM CXVI MY Soul intirely shall affect The Lord whose ears my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd The greedy jaws of Hell prevail'd Deprest with grief When all relief And humane pity fail'd I cry'd My God O look on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble mind by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soul then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my tears Redeem'd from Death and deadly fears That still I might Walk in his sight And number many years Thus with a firm belief I pray'd Yet in extreams of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortal birth Even all of Lies are made What shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALM CXVII YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd With constant Faith PSALM CXVIII PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confess that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercy springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battails then how can â— fear the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Far better to have Confidence â—n God than trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Than on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round â— with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarm His holy Name and pow'rful Arm Shall soon consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorn devours Mad men his Fall you seek in vain Whom great Jehovah's Hands sustain He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerful Wrong Our Tents with publick Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his own Right hand hath fought His own Right hand hath Wonders wrought â— shall not dye but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects â—et from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doors set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doors at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymns immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries That Stone the Builders from them cast Is highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary bless And daily pray for your success God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Souls and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars horns a Lamb New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXIX ALEPH. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seek with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray No tempting Vice shall those from Virtue draw Who with unfainting Zeal observe his Law â—â—rd by thy sacred Rule my steps direct â—hose shall not blush who thy Commands affect â—y Justice learnt my Soul shall sing thy Praise â—â—rsake me
kings Eternal Mercy springs Remembred us in our distress And freed from those who did oppress He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel bless For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXXXVII AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funeral tears our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willows hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Iudah unto Babel brought Deride the tears which from our Sorrows spring And say in scorn A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymns sing in a forrein Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heap of stones and to thy self a Tomb When I forget thee my dear Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruel pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Down with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skye That shortly shalt as low in ruins lye O happy O thrice happy they who shall With equal cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens brains against the stones And without pity hear their dying groans PSALM CXXXVIII MY Soul applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternal Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy Word above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cry'd When Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awful Scepters bear When they of thy Performance hear Shall worship thee with reverent fear They shall his Truth and Mercy praise Who all the World with â—ustice swaies Whose Wonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though storms of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrows For God his Promise will effect The Faithful faithfully protect Nor ever his own Choice reject PSALM CXXXIX THou know'st me O thou only Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Can'st my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacity Transcends so wonderful so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceal me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou known Should I the Mornings wings obtain And flie beyond th' Hesperian Main Thy powerful Arm would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy fear Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darkness would convert to Light What Clouds can from discovery free What Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine likes Dayes clear flame Darkness and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reins even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Are these thy Works to me well-known My Bones were to thy view displaid When I in secret shades was made When wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou look My members written in thy Book Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them far more Than Sands upon the murmuring shore When I awake thy Works again My thoughts with wonder entertain The Wicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who blood with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majesty profane They take thy sacred Name in vain Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integrity Behold if I from Virtue stray And lead in thy eternal Way PSALM CXL LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill On bloody War and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poyson of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toils to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently hear thy Suppliant's prayers My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helm my head defends Let not the Wicked gain their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their own Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coals fall on their heads And quenchless flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischief salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poor defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALM CXLI TO Thee I cry Lord hear my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a Guardian set My Lips with barrs of Silence close O let me not thy Laws forget And wickedly combine with those Who Thee and all that 's good oppose Nor of their deadly Dainties eat But let the Just wound and reprove Such stripes and checks an argument Of their sincere and prudent love Like Odours of a fragrant Scent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayers shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouths of graves like clefts of Wood. Lord save from those that hunt for blood On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltless Soul betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engins lay May they by their own craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALM CXLII WIth sighs and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my tears My cares and fears My wrongs before him laid My fainting spirits almost spent He knew the path in which I went Yet in my way Their snares they lay With merciless intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vain pity none bestow Then unto God I cry'd and said Thou art my Hope and only Aid The Portion I build upon While with frail flesh araid O Sourse of