trouble them and say Yet have I set my King on Sion he My will declares and also my decree For in this wise the Lord to me did say Thou art my Son whom I begot this day The heathen I 'le thee give at thy request So shall all Nations be by thee possest Then shalt thou break them with an Iron rod And as a Potters sherd they shall be trod â—0 Be wise therefore I say O Kings and hear â—1 Serve ye the Lord with trembling and with fear 12 See that ye kiss and eke embrace his Son Lest in mid-way ye perish e'r't be done When that his wrath is kindled ne're so small Blessed are they make him their all in all PSAL. III. 1 HOw are my foes increast that vex me sore 2 O Lord they say thou can'st not me restore 3 But thou O Lord shalt be to me instead Of Shield and Glory thou lifts up my head 4 I cry'd to God from Sion he did hear 5 I lay and slept secured in his fear 6 Ten thousand folkes shalt not make me afraid The Lord he is my God and eke mine aid 7 Save me therefore O Lord to thee I seek And smite mine Enemies upon the cheek 8 Salvation doth belong to God above Who doth bestow upon his Saints his love PSAL. IV. 1 O Lord my God give ear unto my call Who didst me free when I was worst of all Have mercy on me Lord grant my request For unto thee to cry I will not rest 2 O mortal men how long will ye despise My Glory me and follow after lies 3 Know ye that godly men the Lord doth chuse If I complain he will me not refuse 4 Sin not therefore examine well your heart And try if you can you your selves convert 5 Offer to God the Sacrifice therefore Of righteousness and trust him evermore 6 The proudest men do worldly things embrace But Lord grant us thy favour and thy grace 7 For thou thereby shall make my heart the more Rejoyce then those that get their corn in store 8 I therefore will lye down and sleep in peace For thou to do me good wilt never cease PSAL. V. 1 GIve ear unto my words O Lord and hear 2 My cry O Lord my God and eke my prayer 3 Hear me betimes O Lord and not stay For to thee only will I dayly pray 4 Through patience I will trust in God alone For wickednesse with him there dwelleth none 5 The foolish shall not stand in the Lords sight Neither shall those that do not walk upright 6 Thou shalt destroy those that do lying use The bloody man thou also wilt refuse 7 Therefore I 'le come trusting upon thy grace Unto thy house and to thy holy place 8 Lord lead me in thy righteousness my foes For to destroy and eke thy face disclose 9 For in their mouths there is no truth their throat 's An open Sepulchre their tongues are floates 10 Destroy their false conspiracies to nought And them which also have rebellion wrought 11 But those that put their trust in thee alwayes Rejoyce for their defence and give thee praise 12 For thou wilt e're the Saints encrease and still Like as a Shield protect them from all ill PSAL. VI. 1 LOrd in thy wrath rebuke me not for I Can never prosper in such misery 2 For I am weak O Lord therefore forbear To slay me for my bones are vext with fear 3 My Soul O Lord is also vex't full sore But Lord how long e're thou wilt me restore 4 Return unto my soul O Lord and take It up unto thy felf for thy Name sake 5 For no dead men remembrance on thee have Neither have those that goe into the grave 6 So grievous is my moane such are my feares That all the Night I fill my bed with tears 7 Mine eyes with griefe do now begin to fade Against mine enemies Lord be thou mine aid 8 Ye workers of iniquity depart The Lord hath heard the voyce of my sad heart 9 He also heard my prayer and my request And did more for me then can be exprest 10 And those my foes that vexed me before Lord put them now to shame and vex them sore PSAL. VII 1 O Lord my God I put my trust in thee Save me from foes and eke deliver me 2 Lest like a Lyon they my soul do tear Which makes me daily full of dread and fear 3 O God if I have done what is not right Or that I be found guilty in thy sight 4 Or if my quiet neighbour did molest Or did not save my foe with bondage prest 5 Then let my foes pursue my soul and thrust My life to earth mine honour to the dust 6 Rise up therefore and put my foes to pain And then give ease to me which wrong sustain 7 Then shall great Nations know that by this thing Thou art their onely God and eke their King 8 And as thou judgest all so Lord judge me According to mine own integritie 9 Lord cease from wicked men be thou the guide Of Saints for by thee their own hearts are try'd 10 From God comes my defence who saves th' upright 11 Both Saints and Sinners daily feel his might 12 Except he change his mind he will make fit His Sword he bends his bow looks where to hit 13 He hath prepar'd his Darts they will not stay But those which are his Enemies they 'l slay 14 Lo though they for their evill deeds contend In travell they will quickly come to end 15 They dig a pit thinking therein to set Their brother but are caught in their own Net 16 Which wrong return'd to him in whom it bred And what mischiefe he wrought fell on his head 17 I will therefore give thanks to God on high And sing to him that judgeth righteously PSAL. VIII 1 O Lord how wonderfull thy works appear The fame thereof surmounts the heavens clear 2 Out of the mouth of babes strength thou hast made That they might make thine Enemies afraid 3 And when the heavens and thy works I see The Sun and Moon and all in their degree 4 Lord what is man I think that thou dost eye Both him and his wretched posterity 5 For thou hast made him also in degree Most like to Angells in their dignitie 6 Thou hast preferr'd him to be Lord of all Thy workes and that they should unto him fall 7 As Sheep Oxen all beasts in field that feed 8 Birds in the air and Fish in Sea that breed 9 Therefore will I say once again what fame Is to be given to thy glorious Name PSAL. IX 1 MY heart O Lord shall praise thy Holy Name And shall shew forth thy works of wondrous fame 2 I will be glad and eke in thee rejoyce I will sing praise to thee Lord heare my voyce 3 When thou shalt make my foes to flee from hence They shall all perish by omnipotence 4 Thou hast maintain'd my cause all with
is The Kingdom and its Royalties are his PSAL XXV 1 TO thee I lift my soul in thee I trust 2 Save me from shame or triumph of th' unjust 3 Let none that on thee wait ashamed be Let them be sham'd which work iniquitie 4 Shew me thy ways teach me thy paths in truth 5 Thou God of my Salvation from my youth 6 With tender mercies Lord do me behold And loving kindnesse which hath been of old 7 Remember not th' sins of my youth but take Compassion on me for thy goodness sake 8 God is upright he 'l sinners teach the way 9 The meek he 'l guide if they upon him stay 10 For mercy eke and truth are all thy wayes To such as keep thy Cov'nant all their days 11 My sins are great O Lord set thou me free 12 I fear and trust thy way to chuse teach me 13 His soul at ease shall dwell his seed possess 14 The earth who fears the Lord reaps his goodness 15 Mine eyes for ever towards God are set 'T is he shall pluck my feet out of the Net 16 Turn to me now O Lord and mercy shew As to th' afflicted thou wer't wont to do 17 The troubles of my heart enlarged be Bring me forth of distresse and miserie 18 M'affliction look on and forgive my sin 19 For foes to hate me without cause begin 20 Keep thou my Soul O Lord deliver me Nor let me be asham'd I trust in thee 21 Let just uprightness Lord preserve mee ever 22 I wait on thee thy Is-ra-el deliver PSAL. XXVI 1 JUdge me O Lord for I have walk'd most just Therefore I shall ne'er slide in thee I trust 2 Examine me my heart and eke reins try 3 I 've walk'd in truth thou wer 't before mine eye 4 I never haunt vain men nor will I goe With the dissembler he 's my deadly foe 5 The companies of wicked men I hate Nor sit with them nor take them for my mate 6 But will in innocency wash my hands And so embrace thine Alter and Commands 7 That I may publish with the voyce of laud And tell of all thy wondrous works abroad 8 Thine habitation Lord how have I lov'd The place wherein thine honour dwell'th unmov'd 9 Reckon me not with sinners men of blood 10 Whose hands snatch bribes fill'd full of all but good 11 But I will walk in mine integritie Redeem O Lord and mercy shew to me 12 In Congregations I will praise thy grace So shall my foot stand stedfast in its place PSAL. XXVII 1 THe Lord he is my light my health my aid Whom shal I fear of whom shall I be'fraid 2 When that my foes ' gainst me began to brawl As if they would me eat themselves did fall 3 From whence this confidence to me doth rise No war nor hosts of men can me surprise 4 One thing I do O Lord of thee desire Thy house to dwell in and thy tents admire 5 In time of dread Lord thou wilt me secure In secret place upon a Rock most sure 6 And now my head 's advanc't above my foes I 'le sound thy Praises and thy Acts disclose 7 Hear Lord when with my voyce to thee I cry Have mercy on me answer speedily â— When thy command to me was Seek my face My heart reply'd Lord I will it embrace â— As if displeas'd hide not thy face from me Thou wast my help thou wilt my helper be â—0 When parents me forsake thou takest care â—1 My paths make plain lest enemies m'insnare 12 Preserve me from the fury of my foes who still with cruell slanders me oppose 12 Fainted I had unless believ'd to see In Land of th' living Gods goodness to me 14 Wait on the Lord take courage and he 'l be Strength to thy heart therefore on God wait ye PSAL. XXVIII 1 O Lord my Rock to thee I cry be not Thou silent lest it pit I be forgot 2 But hear my voyce when unto thee I crie With hands lift to thine Oracle on hie 3 Draw thou me not with wicked and pervert Who speak fair to their friends but fraud in heart 4 According to their deeds do them regard And as they wicked are so them reward 5 For God and eke his works regard they never But he 'l destroy them and their seed for ever 6 Blest be the Lord therefore who lent an ear The voyce of his Suppliant for to hear 7 He is my strength my sheild my hearts whole trust I helped am him magnifie I must 8 The Lord 's the strength of his Inheritance 9 Thy people save feed blesse eke and advance PSAL. XXIX 1 YE Rulers of the world give to the Lord 2 Glory and strength exalt him and his word 3 His voyce rules waters as himself doth please Commands the thunder governeth the Seas 4 Most powerfull is his voyce he makes to fall 5 The Cedar Trees of Lebanon most tall 6 They skip like Calves or Unicorns also Le-ba-non Si-ri-on where born they grow 7 The voyce of God did flames from fire take 8 And make the wilderness of Cadesh shake 9 He makes Hindes Calve and lay their fortress plain And in his Temple he 's proclaim'd by Man 10 The Lord sitteth on floods as King for ever 11 He will give strength to 's folk and them deliver PSAL. XXX 1 THou 'st lift me up therefore Lord I 'le praise thee Nor hast thou made my foes triumph o're me 2 My God to thee I cry'd thou didst me heal 3 Thou broughtst me from the grave thou art my weal. 4 Sing to the Lord ye Saints and eke give praise And in his memory rejoyce alwayes 5 His anger it indure may for a night The Morning shews his favours and delight 6 When I injoy'd the world I us'd to say I ne're shall smart nor shall my wealth decay 7 For thou O Lord didst send me strength and aid But when thou hidst thy face I was afraid 8 Therefore again O Lord I cry'd to thee Shew me thy face and eke deliver me 4 What gain is it if thou destroy my dayes I said shall dust shew forth thy wondrous praise 10 Wherefore my God some pitty I desire My soul do not forsake I thee require 11 Then didst thou turn my grief to chearfull voice Tookst off my sackcloth mad'st me to rejoyce 12 Wherefore my soul shall dayly sing the praise Of thee my glory and my God alwayes PSAL. XXXI 1 LOrd let me not be asham'd I trust in thee But in thy Righteousness deliver me 2 Hear me O Lord to help me make good speed And be thou my defence in time of need 3 For thou' rt my Rock my fortress do therefore Lead me and be my guide for ever-more 4 Thou art my strength then pluck me from that Net Which they for me most privily have set 5 Into thine hand I give my soul as due For thou 'st redeemed thou' rt my God most true 6 Those that do lying vanities
were they They troubled were and hasted fast away 6 Great terrour on them fell which made them look As women do in travell that are took 7 And with an eastern wind Lord thou hast broke The Ships of Tarshish with a heavy stroke 8 As we have heard we 've seen Lord thou wilt never Thy City leave but ' stablish it for ever 9 Lord of thy loving kindness we have thought As midst thy temple where thou us hast taught 10 Like to thy Name for ever is thy praise In righteousness thy right hand acts always 11 Let Sions mount and Judah praises sing ' Cause of the righteous judgements of their King 12 Round Sion walk do thou Her Towers count That thou maist know t' how many they amount 13 Her Bullwarks and her Courts consider well That following generations thou maist tell 14 For this God evermore our God is he And he our guide even unto death shall be PSAL. XLIX 1 ALL people in the earth of this consider 2 Both high and low both rich and poor together 3 For why my mouth of wisdom it shall speake And eke my heart in t ' understanding breake 4 To parables incline mine ear I will And open my dark Speech on Harp with skill 5 In evill dayes then wherefore should I feare When 'bout my feet mine iniquities were 6 They that in multitudes of wealth trust most And in themselves do of their riches boast 7 There is not one of them that that can redeem His brother or give God fit price for him 8 'T is too great price to pay none it can have 9 That he should longer live not go to grave 10 He Wise and Fools sees subject to th' event Of death when dead strangers possesse their rent 11 They think their houses stand for ever shall Therefore their Lands after their names they call 12 Yet shall not man in honour alwayes stay But like the beasts soon perish and decay 13 And this their way their folly is and yet Posterity of what they say think fit 14 Death on them feeds like Sheep they lye in grave Their beauties fade the just rule o're them have 15 But God he will redeem my Soul from pain And to himself he 'l me receive again 16 Fear not when mans great riches doth increase 17 They 'l all forsake him when he doth decease 18 Yet living he doth blesse himself in 's deeds Whilst others likewise him with flatt'ry feeds 19 Be gath'red to his people then he must Light never more to see but sleep in dust 20 Man in 's honour and knows not how 't increast May be compar'd to the de-cay-ing beast PSAL. L. 1 THE mighty God ev'n all the world doth call From th' rising of the Sun unto its fall 2 And out of Sion which God loveth best He will perfection shine above the rest 2 Devouring fire 'fore him you may see And round 'bout him it shall tempestious be 4 To earth and heaven 'bove then call shall he That he may judge his folk in equitie 5 Thy Saints together to me gather now Those that are mine by Sacrifice and vow 6 The heavens shall his righteousness declare For by himself all Creatures judged are 7 Hearken my people and Israel to me I 'm God thy God I testifie to thee 8 I blame thee not for want of sacrifice Or daily offrings before mine eyes 9 Bullock or Goat I need not take that 's thine 10 For all the beast on thousand hills are mine 11 All fowls on mountaines they by me are known All beast in field that feed eke be mine own 12 I would not tell thee though I hungry were The world is mine and all the fulness there 13 Eat flesh of Bulls drink blood of Goats will I 14 Offer thanksgiving pay thy vows on high 15 Then call on me in troubles when ye be And I will help then glorifie thou me 16 To wicked men saith God how is' t you dare My words take in your mouth Statutes declare 17 Since me and mine instruction thou dost hate My word behind thee casts as out of date 81 For when thou saw'st a thief thou with him went And with Adulterers gav'st thy consent 19 Thou giv'st thy mouth to ill art void of shame Thy tongue both fraud and eke deceit doth frame 20 Thou sit'st and speak'st against thy brother dear To slander mothers Son thou dost not fear 21 Cause I kept silence these things hast thou done Like to thy self thou judgest me such one But I 'le reprove thee for thy deeds so base And them in order set before thy face 22 Who forgets God consider this for ever Lest I you tear when none can you deliver 23 He offereth praise that glorifies the Lord He 'l bless in safety him that loves his word PSAL. LI. 1 HAve mercy Lord some pitty on me take Blot out my sins for thy sweet mercies sake 2 To wash me throughly Lord do thou begin And drench me from my trespasses and sin 3 Mine iniquities I confess to thee My sin before me is Lord set me free 4 I 've done this ill ' gainst thee and in thy sight If thou me dost condemn thou dost but right 5 Behold my mother me conceiv'd in sin And I have ever since remain'd therein 6 But thou desirest truth i' th inward part Therefore thou wisdom sends me to convert 7 Purge me with Hysop and I clean shall be Whiter then Snow if thou wilt but wash me 8 Make me in gladness Lord to hear thy voyce That th' bones which thou hast broken may rejoyce 9 Lord from my sins do thou turn back thy face And my transgressions blot from out their place 10 Create in me a heart most clean and true And in me Lord a Spirit right renew 11 And from thy presence Lord take thou not me Nor let thy Spirit taken from me be 12 Give unto me those joys which are in thee And eke uphold me with thy Spirit free 13 Thus then will I transgressors teach thy heart And sinners shall to thee O Lord convert 14 From guilty blood do thou Lord me deliver My tongue then shall thy Justice praise for ever 15 Do thou O Lord open my lips always My mouth shall then shew forth thy wondrous praise 16 Thou lov'st not sacrifice else should'st it have Nor dost burnt of-fe-rings of me e're crave 17 A broken Spirit is Gods Sacrifice A contrite heart he never doth despise 18 Do good O Lord on thy most Holy Hill Build thou the Walls of Je-ru-sa-lem still 19 Thou wilt our offerings accept I say Yea Calves we will upon thine Altar lay PSAL. LII 1 WHy boast'st in mischief mighty man 't is sure The goodness of the Lord shall e're endure 2 Thy tongue like Rasors sharp mischief devise Working deceitfully and forging lies 3 Thou lov'st not good but thou preferrest ill Falshood 'fore truth eke thou advances still 4 Thou dost delight in fraud deceit and wrong O thou
deceitfull and mischievous tongue 5 God shall destroy thee from thy dwelling place Both thee and eke thy seed he will deface 6 The just they 'l see thy fall with fear the Lord They 'l praise and laugh at thee with one accord 7 See him that would not take God for 's defence Made goods his God was rul'd by corrupt sense 8 In th' house of God I 'm like green Olive-tree In God I trust he doth deliver me 9 For this therefore I 'le praise thee with my voice Set forth thy Name wherein the Saints rejoice PSAL. LIII 1 THe fool in 's heart hath said a God there 's none Corrupt are they good works they'v done not one 2 God looks to earth on â—ons of men to see If any lov'd him in sinceritie 3 They 'r all corrupt and faln out of the way Ther 's none of them doth good not one I say 4 Do not the wicked know they feed on all My folk as bread nor do they on me call 5 There were they in great fear and much dismaid Whereas there was no cause to be afraid His bones that thee beseig'd are flung abroad They are consumed and cast off by God 6 Give thou the people health O Lord fulfill Thy Vow to Israel made on Sion hill When God brings back his that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. LIV. 1 THy strength me judge me save thy name O Lord 2 Unto my words give ear my prayer regard 3 Strangers against me rise and vex me still Regard not God but seek my soul to spill 4 But loe the Lord mine helper is and aid Upholds my soul nor lets me be afraid 5 With ill repay all those that for me wait Destroy my foes that for me lay a baite 6 I freely sacrifice then to thee will And praise thy Name therein is comfort still 7 He keeps me from those that ' gainst me conspire Upon my foes mine eye hath seen's desire PSAL. LV. O Lord my God give ear to me that pray Nor from my supplications turn away 2 Attend to me O Lord and hear my voice My prayer so mournful is I can't rejoyce 3 ' Cause of the cruelty and noise of those Who blemish me and are my mortal foes 4 My heart within me Lord is pained much The deadly terrours faln on me are such 5 The terrours faln on me make me afraid With horrors over whelm'd I 'm sore dismaid 6 O that I 'd dove-like wings I did then say Then could I be at rest by flight away 7 I 'le wander far and in desart remain 8 And hasten my escape from stormes and pain 9 Destroy O Lord and eke divide their tongue For I in their City have seen much wrong 10 Both day and night these go about the wall Mischeif's in th' mid'st and sorrows eke withal 11 Guile and deceit in mid'st thereof do meet Nor wickedness departeth from her street 12 If foes should me reproach I would 't abide And from him I my self could safely hide 13 But thee it was which friendship did pretend 14 And to Gods house thou went'st with me a friend 15 Let death them take let them go quick to hell Evil's with them in wickedness they dwell 16 As for me I upon my God will call And he will save me from my troubles all 17 Morning and noon I 'le pray and eke rejoyce And cry aloud for he will hear my voice 18 My soul in peace he 'l keep from wars ' gainst me Though Adversaries join and many be 19 The Lord that reigns both now and evermore When I complain he 'l punish them full sore 20 His Covenant of peace they have forgot And those that wish their good they value not 21 Smoother then oil or butter were their words Their hearts conceiveth war and cuts like swords 22 Cast thou thy care on God he 'l thee sustain Nor shall the just in troubles long remain 23 The bloody man the Lord shall cast always In pit nor shall he live out half his days But I O Lord in thee will ever trust For thou art unto me a God most just PSAL. LVI 1 O Lord my God be merciful to me Lest by mine enemies consum'd I be 2 To wallow me O Lord they take delight And many be which do against me fight 3 O Lord my God when that I am afraid I 'le trust in thee alone who art my aid 4 O Lord thy word I 'le praise and trust in thee Nor will I fear what flesh can do to me 5 What I e're spake they rest my words at will And all their thoughts do work ' gainst me for ill 6 Themselves they hide most close and for me wait They mark my steps and for my soul lay bait 7 Shall they in mischeif scape Lord on them frown And in thine anger cast these people down 8 Thou tel'st my flights and on my tears dost look Keep them in glass and write them in a book 9 My foes turn back when that I cry to thee And by this same I see thou lovest me 10 God and his word I 'le praise and trust mine aid 11 What man can do to me I 'm not afraid 12 O Lord my God thy vowes are upon me And I will dayly render praise to thee 13 My soul defend from death keep feet upright That I may walk with such as live in light PSAL. LVII 1 TAke pitty on me keep my soul in rest Thy wings my guard whil'st ill from me be past 2 I 'le call on God my God who is most high To him that gives me all things will I cry 3 From heaven he will send me safe from those With mercy truth who are my deadly foes 4 My soul with Lyons is all set on ire I live with such as fret like flames of fire 5 Their teeth like spears and arrows I have seen Their tongue is sharper than a sword most keen 5 Exalt thy self above the Heavens clear And let thy glory 'bove the earth appear 6 They for my steps prepared have a net My soul 's bow'd down in pit they would me set They thought they could me catch in their own pit But they themselves are faln in midst of it 7 My heart is fixt O Lord in thee alwayes In thee t is fixt and 't shall sing forth thy praise 8 Awake my joy my lute le ts hear thy voice For I my self will wake and eke rejoyce 9 'Mong people Lord to the I 'le praises bring Amongst all nations I to thee will sing 10 Thy mercies to the Heavens do extend Thy truth doth go from one cloud to the end 11 Above the Heavens Lord exalted be Thy glory also 'bove the earth le ts see PSAL. LVIII 1 YE Rulers put in trust do ye judge right Are all your judgements just ev'n in Gods sight 2 In heart ye muse to mischeif and consent Where ye should justice eye to bribes ye 'r bent 3 The wicked
from the womb they follow lies So soon as born they mischeif do devise 4 Poison in them like serpents doth appear They 'r like deaf adders which do stop their ear 5 Because they would not hear a charmers voice Though others he did much excel in choice 6 Break thou their teeth within their mouths so strong Which are like tushes of a Lyon young 7 Like water then let all of them decay His dart he shoots let them be broke by th' way 8 As snailes that waste and unto slime do run Like one untimely born that n're saw th' sun 9 Before young thornes to bushes big do grow Gods wrathful storms shall take them ere they know 10 That God doth vengeance tak 't shall do th' just good And they shall wash their feet in th' wickeds blood 11 Then shall they say God doth good men reward He 's God on earth that justice doth regard PSAL. LIX 1 KEep me O Lord from all mine enemies And me defend from those that ' gainst me rise 2 Deliver me from those work things not good And eke preserve me from all men of blood 3 For lo they for my Soul in wait do lye Nor wrong nor ill ' gainst them e're make did I. 4 Themselves they fit though I them ne're offend Wake help me Lord and see what they intend 5 Then Lord of hosts of Is-ra-el arise And smite all those that mischiefe still devise 6 Th'at night return like dogs that go about From place to place the City quite throughout 7 They belch their lips are Swords they nothing fear For what say they there 's none our words can hear 8 But thou O Lord make them a laughing stock The Heathen folk deride and at them mock 9 The strength I have ' gainst foes all comes from thee My God thou art a sure defence to me 10 The God of mercy he shall let me see Mine own desire upon mine enemie 11 Destroy them not lest that my folk forget But scatter them and in a pit them set 10 For their ill words confound them in their pride Their lies and oaths let all the world deride 13 Consume them in thy wrath let them not be That Jacobs God doth rule let all men see 14 At noon they run apace like dogs they cry Throughout the street they run about and spy 15 Lord let them wander up and down for meat And grudge ' cause they can nothing find to eat 16 But I 'le shew forth thy strength thy goodness praise For thou art my defence in all assaies 17 Thou art my strength O God I 'le sing to thee The God of my defence thou'lt ever be PSAL. LX. â— O God thou 'st cast us off but turn again Be not displeased but with us remain â— The earth thou 'st broken and made it to quake Restore her breaches for she now doth shake â— Thou 'st shown hard things to people that are thine Thou 'st made them drink a deadly cup of wine â— Thou 'st g'ven to them a banner that fear thee Because of truth that 't may displayed be â— So that thy might may keep such as thee fear That they may have thy help this of me hear â— I will rejoyce God spoke in 's holy place Sichem and Succoths he 'l divide by pace â— Gilead is mine Manasses mine beside Ephraim's mine head my law doth Judah guide 8 In Mo'b I 'le wash o're Edom make shooe flee Philistine triumph thou because of me 9 Who will me bring into the City strong To Edom guide me lest I go a wrong 10 Wilt not which haste forsook us and our Coasts And would'st not take into thine hand our hosts 11 Give us thy help from those that us disdain The help that man can give us is but vain 12 Through God our Lord we shall do valliantly 'T is he alone treads down our enemy PSAL. LXI 1 O Lord my God I make my prayer to thee To me give ear from trouble eke me free 2 When that my heart 's o'rewhelm'd to thee I 'le cry Lead me unto the rock that is most high 3 For thou hast been to me a shelter strong A Tow'r from those that would have done me wrong 4 In thine own house I ever will endure Under thy wings I trust to be secure 5 For thou hast heard my vows fulfill the same With gifts reward all those that fear thy Name 6 Full long the King in life thou wilt maintain From age to age o shall endure his raign 7 He shall abide before the Lord for ever Get truth and mercy which may him deliver 8 So will I praises sing unto thy Name I 'le pay my vowes and eke fulfil the same PSAL. LXII 1 MY soul on God alone thou shalt attend For why my hope in him doth whole depend 2 He is my rock defence and eke my aid There 's no pretence shall make me much afraid 3 Ye wicked that do mischeif use shall fall Like rotten fence ye be or tot'ring wall 4 Whom God doth love ye seek to put to th' worst Ye lie with mouth he 's prais'd with heart he 's curst 5 My soul wait thou on God I thee desire He 'l give to thee what thy heart shall require 6 He only is my Rock and my defence If I him trust I nere shall move from thence 7 My safety is in God my glory eke Rock of my strength defence if I him seek 8 Trust him alway ye folk with one accord Pour out your hearts and say this is our Lord. 9 The Sons of men are found in ballance light Like things most vain they are of little weight 10 Trust not in wrong become not vain in stealth Though you wax rich set not your heart on wealth 11 God once hath spoke it twice to mind I call That power unto him belongeth all 12 Thou also Lord in mercy dost exceed And rendrest man according to his deed PSAL. LXIII 1 O Lord my God seek thee betimes will I My Soul thirsts after thee in Land most dry 2 Thy power and thy glory eke to see So as in Sanctuary I 've seen thee 3 Because thy love surmounteth many dayes My lips therefore shall give to thee due praise 4 Thus will I praise thee while I live I will Lift up my hands in prayer unto thee still 5 My soul is fill'd with thee as fat most sweet My mouth shall sing such songs as are most meet 6 When as in bed I meditate on thee 7 The shadow of thy wings deliver me 8 My soul sticks close to thee thy hand 's my stay 9 Who seeks my soul to spill do thou them slay 10 Th' sword shall them slay men on their flesh shall feed The Foxes which do seek their prey at need 11 Th' King shall rejoyce that doth professe Gods word And lyars mouths be stopt and slain with sword PSAL. LXIV 1 LOrd to my voyce give ear hear me that pray And me defend from those
that would me slay 2 Hide me from those that in deceit do lurk And eke from those iniquity that work 3 Who whet their tongues like as men whet their swords And bend their bows to shoot their bitter words 4 That they may hit in secret place the just They quickly shoot at him no God they trust 5 In wicked works they have decreed and say Let 's use deceit there 's none dare bid us nay 6 What way to hurt they muse within their heart What snares to use they all consult their part 7 But God will shoot at them and with them fight He shall them wound and put them all to flight 8 Their evill tongues shall work themselves such blame That who their faults see wonder at the same 9 All men that see of Gods great works shall tell And all his doings they shall know full well 10 The just shall trust in God and shall rejoyce So shall the pure in heart be glad in voyce PSAL. LXV 1 IN Sion Lord for thee e're waiteth praise And to thee I 'le perform my vow always 2 For that thou do'st unto my pray'rs agree All folk both far and near shall trust in thee 3 Iniquities ' gainst me prevail alway For my transgressions purge them all away 4 The man is blest thou takes i' th' Court to dwell With goodness of thine house it shall excell 5 Hear us O God our health from thee doth rise The hope of earth and of Sea coasts likewise 6 Which by his strength he makes the mountaines stand With strength they are beset and with thine hand 7 Which maketh boistrous Seas to be most still And governeth all tumults at his will 8 The folk that dwell on earth shall dread to see Thy signes the morn and noon shall e're praise thee 9 When th' earth is dry and thirsteth more and more Then with thy drops do thou encrease her store Thy floods do ever flow in ev'ry thing The seed and corn thou makest up to spring 10 Thou breaks her clods with wet her furrows fills Her fruits are blest thy drops on her distills 11 Thou deckst the earth with fair and pleasant crop Thy clouds of rain great plenty they do drop 12 Whereby the desert great increase shall bring Hills shall therein rejoyce and eke forth spring 13 The pastures flocks shall feed and cover th' earth Th' corn so encrease that men shall sing with mirth PSAL. LXVI 1 YE men make joyfull noise to God alwayes 2 Sing forth his Name and glorious make his praise 3 How great thou art in all thy works say ye Thy foes for fear ' gainst will they seek to thee 4 All earth shall sing unto thy holy Name I 'le worship thee my soul shall do the same â—Behold and see what things the Lord hath wrought Mark well what he for man to passe hath brought â—The Seas he dry'd therein a way they had They went on foot most dry their hearts were glad â—By pow'r he rules and eyes all men for ever Triumphing rebells he will not deliver â—Ye people bless the Lord our God always With joyfull voyce sing ye eke of his praise â—Who keeps our souls in life all by his love He looks t' our steps we shall not slip nor move â—0 Though like to silver Lord thou didst us try â—1 And broughtest grief on us that we should ly â—2 Though thou let men our heads o're ride and raign Though we through fire and water run for pain Yet sure I am thou didest it for best Thou brought'st us in a place of wealth and rest 13 Into thine house I 'le go and dayly pray There to apply my self my vows and pay 14 Which with my mouth I spake in all my smart And which I made in dolour of my heart 15 Burnt offrings I 'le give thee fat oxe and rams My sacrifice shall be of goats and lambs 16 Come forth and hear all ye that fear the Lord What for my soul he'th done I will record 17 Full oft to mind his goodness I do call I make great speed t' shew forth his praises all 18 If I in heart regard iniquity The Lord will never hear me when I cry 19 But verily the Lord hears my desire And grants me what of him I do require 20 Blessed be God who hears me when I pray His mercies from me he takes not away PSAL. LXVII 1 THe Lord in mercy grant to us his grace And cause on us to shine his glorious face 2 That all the folk on earth may know thy way And saving health ' mongst nations great I say 3 Let all the people praise thy holy Name And thee extoll my soul shall do the same 4 Let all the world rejoyce and sing with mirth For thou with truth and right dost guide the earth 5 Let all the people praise thine Holy Name And thee extol my soul shall do the same 6 Then shall the earth yeild forth her great encrease And then to bless us thou wilt never cease 7 God will us blesse and then both far and near Shall have great cause his holy Name to fear PSAL. LXVIII 1 GOds foes shall flee when that he doth arise And scattred shall be all his enemies 2 As fire melts wax and th' wind blows smoake away So in Gods presence th' wicked shall decay 3 But just men 'fore the Lord shall much rejoyce They shall be glad and chearfull in their voyce 4 Who rides on th' skies sing praises to his Name His Name is Jah let 's magnifie the same 5 He that 's above within his holy place Is Childrens Father judge of widdows case 6 Houses he gives unto the comfortlesse But rebells brings into a great distresse 7 When thou didst march th' Egyptians from among And brought'st thy folk through desart wide and long 8 He made it rain so fast the earth did quake His mighty presence made Mount Sion shake 9 Thou wash't thine heritage with store of rain When weary 't was thou didst with it remain 10 Thy chosen flock dwelt there and thou hast store Of goodness got for those which are thy poore 11 God gave the Word great company were those That set it forth for they of him were chose 12 Kings of great Armies fled apace with toil And she that staid at home shall part the spoil 13 Though ye'mong pots have lain y'out shine the dove Whose wings beneath like silver gold above 14 When in 't God scatted Kings both high and low It was like Salmon Hill as white as snow 15 Though Bashan be an hill both great and high Yet Sion doth it much exceed then why 16 Brag ye ye Hills to leap cease will ye never God Sion loves and there he 'l dwell for ever 17 His Armies thousands are of warriours strong He eke in Sinai is them all among 18 Thou 'st gone on high and captive led them all Which long since kept his chosen ones in thrall Thou 'st gifts receiv'd and
courts one day abide Then be elsewhere a thousand dayes beside I 'de rather keep th' door of the house of God Than dwell in th' tents of wickednesse abroad 11 For God will glory grace and worship give No good withhold from those that purely live 12 O Lord of Hosts that man shall blessed be That wholly doth depend and trust in thee PSAL. LXXXV 1 LOrd thou 'st been merciful unto thy land And thou hast rescu'd Jacobs seed from band 2 Thy folks iniquitie thou hast forg'ven And thou hast also covered their sin 3 Thou 'st also took thy wrath most sore away And thou from wrath that is most fierce dost stay 4 God of our health convert us all to thee And let thine anger cease ' mongst us to be 5 Wilt thou be angry Lord and not return And shall thy wrath unto all ages burn 6 Wilt not again let us revived be That we thy people may rejoyce in thee 7 O Lord declare thy goodness in our wealth And be to us an aid and saving health 8 I 'le heare the Lord who to his Saints speak peace That never they return to foolishnesse 9 His health to them that fear him is at hand That they may dwell in glory in our land 10 Mercy and truth meet in one and th' same place Justice and peace each other do embrace 11 Truth from the earth flourisheth pleasantly And righteousness looks from the heavens high 12 Yea God shall give you things most good in peace And all our land shall yeild forth her increase 13 Justice shall 'fore him go like guide or stay His steps he 'l keep and lead them in the way PSAL. LXXXVI 1 LOrd bow thine ear for poor and weak am I And needy eke then listen to my cry 2 Preserve my soule Lord for I holy be Thy servant save who trusteth still in thee 3 Be mercifull to me Lord for I cry To thee O Lord my God uncessantly 4 Comfort thy servants soul with pain that 's pin'd For unto thee I lift my soul and mind 5 For thou art good thy gifts of grace are free Thy mercie 's great to those that call on thee 6 Give ear O Lord when that to thee I pray And hearken to thy suppliant alway 7 For in the day of trouble upon thee I 'le call for thou wilt quickly answer me 8 Among the Gods there 's none like thee doth shine Nor are their works to be compar'd to thine 9 The Gentiles which thou didst make and frame Shall worship thee and glorifie thy Name 10 For thou art great all power is thine owne Thou wondrous things dost thou art God alone 11 Teach me thy way thy truth I will walk meek Unite mine heart with fear thy Name to seek 12 O Lord my God my heart shall give thee praise And I will glorifie thy Name always 13 Thy mercy shew'd to me most great is it For thou 'st delivered me from th' lowest pit 14 The proud against me rise with men of might They seek my soul and have not thee in sight 15 But thou art meek full slack and slow to wrath Long-suffering thy truth no measure hath 16 Turn to me and strength to me apply Thy servant and thy hand-maids son am I. 17 Some sign me shew that all my foes may see And be asham'd ' cause thou Lord comforts me PSAL. LXXXVII 1 GOds city is upon the holy hills 2 Sion he loves more then where Jacob dwells 3 Glorious things are spoke of thee abroad O city of the living Lord our God 4 On Ra'ab I 'le look and bear in mind the same And Babilon shall learn to know my Name Lo Philistine Tire E-thi-ope likewise A folk long since were born and there did rise 5 'T was said of Sion divers men of fame Have there sprung up and God doth stay the same 6 When God the people counts it shall appear That this man at the first did spring up there 7 The trumpeters and singers there shall be And all my springs are composed by thee PSAL. LXXXVIII 1 O Lord thou God of my deliverie Both day and night 'fore thee I oft do cry 2 Lord let my prayer before thee oft appear And to my cry do thou incline thine ear 3 For in my soul I grief and trouble have And eke my life doth draw nigh to the grave 4 Like those that go to pit I 'm in thy sight And like a man that hath no strâ—ngth nor might 5 Free 'mong the dead like th' slain that lie i' th' Land Whom thou destroy'st and cuttest from thine hand 6 Yea thou hast laid me in the lowest pit In darkness eke and in the depths of it 7 Upon me sore lyeth the wrath of thee With all thy waves thou 'st much afflicted me 8 Thou friends put'st from me mak'st them hate me sore I am shut up and can come forth no more 9 My sight through grief me fails I call thee God To thee always my hand I stretch abroad 10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead always And shall the dead arise and give thee praise 11 Or shall thy kindness Lord be taught in grave With those that dy shall truth her honour have 12 Shall they that lye in th' dark thy wonders wot Thy justice eke where all things are forgot 13 But I O Lord to thee did call apace My pray'r shall early come before thy face 14 O Lord why castest thou my soul from thee Why hidest thou thy glorious face from me 15 From my youth up I 'm griev'd and like to dy I bear thy terrours distracted am I. 16 Thy wrath most fierce doth heavy on me fall Thy terrours eke do me oppresse withall 17 They compasse me as waters at the tide And eke with streams beset me on each side 18 Lover and friend far from me thou hast put In darkness thou hast mine acquaintance shut PSAL. LXXXIX 1 THy mercies Lord to sing I ne'er will spare With mouth I ever will thy truth declare 2 I said thy mercies ever shall remain Thy truth in heaven shall appear most plain 3 God saith with mine elect I 've cov'nant made I 've sworn my Servant David to perswade 4 Thy seed I 'le stay and stablish it full fast Thy throne I 'le build for ever it shall last 5 The heavens shall thy wonders praise O Lord Thy Saints within thy Church thy faith record 6 Who 's like the Lord in all the clouds abroad 'Mong Sons of men what one is like our God 7 God 'mong his Saints is greatly to be dread Of all 'bout him in terrour to be had 8 Lord God of Hosts what one is like to thee On ev'ry side thy truth is seen to be 6 The raging Sea thou rulest at thy will The waves thereof that rise thou makest still 10 Rahab in peices as one slain thou 'st broke And from thine arm comes enemies dead stroke 11 Heaven is thine thine is the earth also The world thousound'st
ay shall be 28 Thy servants sons shall daily stand 'fore thee PSAL. CIII 1 SOul bless the Lord bless thou his holy Name And all within me do likewise the same 2 Still blesse the Lord my soul ne'er cease to be Mindfull of him who still takes care of thee 3 Who gave thee pardon for thy faults who still Makes well thy pain and sickness at his will 4 Who doth redeem thy life from death and who Doth tender mercies daily to thee shew 5 Who feeds thee with good things so that thy youth Like as the Eagles so he still renew'th 6 The Lord with justice executeth those Who are not friends unto his Saints but foes 7 The Lord to Moses did his wayes declare His acts unto the Isralites lay bare 8 The Lord is mercifull though we him grieve Slowest to wrath and quickest to forgive 9 He will not alwayes chide nor will he cause His wrath both now and ever-more to pause 10 Nor yet according to our sins hath he Rewarded us but in a higher degree 11 As far as 't is 'twixt earth and heaven above Such is his mercy to us such his love 12 Such space as 't is 'twixt East and West such he Removes from us both sin and miserie 13 Like as a Father loveth Children dear So doth the Lord if we him truly fear 14 The Lord that made us knows our fashion just How weak we are and how we are but dust 15 And how the dayes of man are few for they Like as a flower quickly fade away 16 Whos 's gloss and beauty stormy windes disgrace And make it loose the sweetness of that place 17 But yet the Lord his Saints will ever love Their Children shall be blessed from above 18 To such as keep his Covenant and do His Will and his Commandement also 19 The Heaven is the footstool of the Lord The Earth he ruleth both by pow'r and word 20 Ye Angels great in pow'r praise ye the Lord Which to obey and do his will accord 21 Ye Noble Hosts and Ministers strive still To execute his pleasure and his will 22 Yea all his works praise ye his holy Name In ev'ry place soul do likewise the same PSAL. CIV 1 BLess God my soul O Lord thou art most high With honour thou art clad and Majesty 2 Who as a Garment cloathes thy self with light Who stretchest out the Skies like Curtaines bright 3 Whose Chamber beams do lie in waters low Who makes Clouds Charrets rides on wings that blow 4 Who Angels Spirits makes Ministers a flame 5 Who laid the Earth that none can move the same 6 As with a garment thou 'st it cloth'd with th' deep Thou 'st made the waters 'bove the Mountains keep 7 At thy rebuke they fled there none would stay From th' thunders voyce they hasted all away 8 They go by Hills by Vales their way they take They go to th' place which thou for them did'st make 9 Thou 'st made abound that they o're't may not pass That they turn not again to cover th' grass 10 He sends the springs into the streams most strong Which runs the Mountaines and the Hills among 11 They drink do give to each beast of the field The Asses quench their thirst which are most wilde 12 The dwelling place of fowls eke by them are Which 'mong the branches green do sing most rare 13 The Hils eke from his Chambers watreth he All earth 's fill'd with thy works which they do see 14 For beast he grass for man he herb doth sow That he may food ' cause from the earth to grow 15 And that which makes mans heart glad namely wine And oil to cause the face of man to shine 16 Gods Trees are full of Sap they nothing want Lebanons Cedars there the Lord did plant 17 Where birds for safety go and make their nests For th' Stork th' Fir-tree her house is there she rests 18 Th' Hills for th' wilde Goates a refuge is most high Rocks are for Conies that they there may lie 19 For Seasons he appointed hath the Moon The Sun knowes when t is up t' must go down soon 20 When it is night thou makest darknesse sleep Wherein all beasts out of the Forrests creep 21 The Lyons young do roar after their prey From God the Lord they seek their meat alway 22 The Sun doth rise they get together then And presently they couch down in their Den. 23 Man goeth forth unto his work full soon And to his labour there he stayes till noon 24 In Wisdom Lord thy works each one thou 'st wrought Thy Riches on the earth are past mans thought 25 So is the great wide Sea wherein are all Unspeakable things creeping large and small 26 The Ships go there th' Levi'than eke I say Whom thou hast given leave therein to play 27 These all on thee do wait O Lord that live That in due time thou meat to them maist give 28 That thou them giv'st they gather from the Land They 'r fil'd with good when thou openest thine hand 29 Thou hides thy face they troubled are and mourn Thou tak'st their breath and they to dust return 30 Thou sends thy spirit forth they new-born are Thou dost renew the earth that was most bare 31 For evermore Gods Glory shall indure He shall reioyce in 's works that are most pure 32 The earth trembleth when he on it doth look The Hills he toucheth instantly they shook 33 Whil'st that I live unto the Lord I 'le sing And whil'st I be I 'le praise give to my King 34 My Meditation on him shall be sweet I 'le glad be in him he 's my help most meet 35 Sinners destroy ill men let be no more Bless thou the Lord my soul praise him therefore PSAL CV 1 GIve thanks to God upon his Name eke call Make know his deeds 'mong people great and small 2 Unto the Lord our God high Psalmes eke sing Talke of the wondrous works ev'n of our King 3 Glory in God and in his holy Name Let th' heart rejoyce that seeks to do the same 4 Seek God the Lord his strength and aid therefore Yea seek his face both now and evermore 5 His wondrous works let still be in your heart Nor let his judgements from your mind depart 6 Ye Seed of Gods own Servant Abraham Ye Jacobs Sons Gods chosen do the same 7 He is our Lord our strength our aid our God His Judgements are in all the earth abroad 8 The Covenant which he to his hath made He hath perform'd according as he said 9 Which Covenant he made to Abraham His Oath he made with Isa-ac by Name 10 It stood for Law That Jacob might obey For Covenant to Is-ra-el for ay 11 Say-ing th' Land Ca-na-an to thee I 'le give Th' Lot of thine Heritage wherein thou 'st live 12 When they were but a few in number men Yea very few and strangers in it then 13 When they from one place to
his holy Name All you that fear the Lord do ye the same 21 Blesse ye the Lord who doth in Sion dwell And in Jerusalem his praise forth-tell PSAL. CXXXVI 1 GIve thanks unto the Lord for he 's most pure His mercy eke it doth for ay indure 2 Give thanks unto the God of Gods alway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 3 Give thanks unto the Lord of Lords for he And eke his mercy shall for ever be 4 To him that wonders doth ev'n in mens view For he his mercy shall for ever shew 5 To him that did by wisdom heaven frame For 's mercy dures for ay blest be his Name 6 To him that stretch't out earth the seas above For 's mercy dures for ay blest be his love 7 To him that lights did make most great and pure For 's mercy doth both now and ay indure 8 The Sun he made to rule the day most clear Foâ—'s mercy doth both now and ay appear 9 The Moon and Stars by night do bear their sway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 10 To him that Egypt smote in their first-born For 's mercy dures at ev'ning and at morn 11 Who Israel them from among did bring For th' mercy dures for ay of God our King 12 With hand most strong and arm stretch't out most pure For 's mercy doth for ever-more indure 13 To him in parts which did th'red sea divide For 's mercy doth both now and ay abide 14 For 's Is-ra-el through th' midst of 't he made way For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 51 But he therein Pharaoh and 's hosts o'rethrew For he to his shall mercy ever shew 16 To him which th' desert through did with his walk For 's mercy dures for ay unto his folk 17 To him which smote great Kings without delay For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 18 Who Kings slew and none of them would d'liver His mercy for it doth indure for ever 19 As Sihon who of Amorites was King For 's mercy it through Kingdomes e're doth ring 20 And Og of Bashan King he eke did slay For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 21 Their Land an heritage for eke he gave For 's mercy dures for ay his folk to save 22 Even unto his Servant Is-ra-el For 's mercy doth with his for ever dwell 23 Who in ouâ— low estate did us deliver For he and eke his mercy dures for ever 24 And hath redeemed us ev'n from our foe For 's mercy dures for ay to us below 25 Who in due time doth food to all flesh give For 's mercy dures for ay his folk shall live 26 O give great thanks to God above alway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay PSAL. CXXXVII 1 WE all sat down by th'floods of Babylon And wept when that on Sion we thought on 2 In midst thereof upon the Willow tree Our harps and other instruments hang'd we 3 For they us taunt that wasted us full sore And they to whom we pris'ners were before 4 O how shall we our Gods high praises sing In forraign Nations under a strange King 5 Jerusalem if I neglect thee yet Let my right hand its cunning quite forget 6 Let tongue to mouth cleave thee forget if I If I prefer not thee 'bove my chief joy 7 Remember Lord ev'n Edoms cruelty ' Gainst thy Jerusalem in'ts misery Raise it cry'd they lay 't level with the ground No stone upon a stone let hence be found 8 But thou O Babylon destroy'd shall be He happy is that so rewardeth thee 9 Happy is he that takes thy little ones And dasheth them in streets against the stones PSAL. CXXXVIII 1 WIth my whole heart O Lord I will thee praise To thee 'fore Gods I will give thanks always 2 I 'le worship t'wards the temple praise thy Name Thy kindness truth for th' word 's above the same 3 Th' day when I cry'd O Lord thou answered'st me My weak'ned soul strength'ned was by thee 4 All Kings on earth thee praise with one accord When they shall hear the words ev'n of the Lord. 5 Yea they shall speak and of thy praises sing For great 's the glory of the Lord our King 6 Though God be high yet th' poor he doth respect The proud he knows a far doth them reject 7 Though I in grief walk thou wilt me revive Thou 'lt stretch thine arm ' gainst those that with me strive 8 What me concerns the Lord will perfect still His mercy's ay forsake me he ne're will PSAL. CXXXIX 1 O Lord thou hast me search't my heart and wayes Thou see'st my secret motions all my dayes 2 Thou know'st my sitting rising up also Thou understands my thoughts though far thee fro 3 My lying down and path's compast by thee Acquainted with thou all my wayes dost see 4 For in my tongue lo there is not a word But 's altogether known to thee O Lord. 5 Thou 'st me beset behinde before also By thy right hand thou teachest me to go 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful and high Beyond my reach I cannot it discry 7 Ev'n from thy Spirit whether go shall I Or whether shall I from thy presence flie 8 If I ascend to Heaven thou art there Or bed in Hell make thou art every where 9 Or if I take the wings of morning day And dwell i' th' utmost parts ev'n of the Sea 10 Ev'n there also thine hand shall lead me out And thy right hand shall compasse me about 11 Or if I say darknesse shall cover me I' th' darkest night thy glorious eyes can see 12 Darknesse and night hideth not from thy face Yea dark is light to thee in every place 13 For all my reins possessed are by thee In Mothers womb thou still did'st cover me 14 I 'le praise thee for I 'm wonderfully made Thy works are great my Soul know's thee its aid 15 My limbs though secret made not hid from thee But in earths lowest parts wrought curiouslie 16 Thine eyes did see me in unperfect frame Thou writes my sev'ral parts perfects the same 17 How precious are thy thoughts to me O Lord How great 's the Sum of them for to record 18 If reckon them I should they passe the sand When I awake I 'm still at thy commmand 19 As for the wicked them thou'lt surely slay Depart from me ye bloody ones I say 20 For they 'r still speaking wickedly ' gainst thee Thy foes thy Name in vain oft take I see 21 Hate I not them O Lord that hate thee still Hate I nor those ' gainst thee that set their will 22 Yea them with perfect hatred hate do I I count them as my utter enemie 23 Search me O Lord and also try my heart And know my thoughts I 'le ne'r from thee depart 24 An I see in me if there be wicked way And lead me in thy truth O Lord for ay PSAL. CXL 1
Let 's wife a widdow be 's Sons fatherlesse 10 Let 's Sons be Vagabonds and beg their bread Wandring from place to place for to be fed 11 Let the Extortioner catch all his store Let strangers spoile his labour got before 12 Let none be there him mercy to extend Let there be none to be his childrens friend 13 So let his seed for ever be destroy'd And in succeeding age their name be void 14 Let not his fathers sins from Gods thought fall Nor 's mothers faults be done away at all 15 But in Gods sight let them remain for ay That God from earth may cut them clean away 16 ' Cause he no mercy shew'd but at one stroke He strove to slay those that in heart were broke 17 He cursing lov'd 't shall be unto him â—o He hated good it shall be far him fro 18 As he with cursing clad himself so 't shall Like water oil into his bowells fall 19 As garment let it be to him for ay As girdle that he may be girt alway 20 Let this th' reward be of my foes from God Of them who speak against my soul abroad 21 But do for me O God for thy Name sake Thy mercy 's good thy hand from foes me take 22 For I am poor and needy pitty me My heart is sore with grief and miserie 23 Like th' shadow when it doth decline I 'm gone Like th' locust I am tost now and anon 24 My knees through fasting feeble grow and weak My flesh me faileth of its farness eke 25 Reproach to them I was ev'n for thy sake When they look't on me they their heads did shake 26 O Lord my God some help of thee I crave According to thy mercy Lord me save 27 That this is thine own hand that they may know That thou O Lord this self-same thing did'st do 28 Let them curse but bless thou let them have shame When they arise let th' friend joy in thy Name 29 Let foes be clad with shame and let them cover Themselves with shame with mantle as all over 30 My mouth shall thankes give to the Lord alwayes Yea I 'mong multitudes will â—ound his praise 31 For he shall be ev'n at the poors right hand To save him from those that his soul withstand PSAL. CX 1 GOD said to my Lord sit on my right hand Till I thy foes thy foot-stool for make stand 2 Th' rod of thy strength God shall from Sion send Rule thou in midst of foes unto the end 3 In day on which thy power they shall see Free-offerings the folk shall offer thee With holy worshipping they'st offer all The births dew's th' dew that from the morning fall 4 God swore he 'l not repent what he doth say Mâ—lchizedâ—k like thou art Priest for ay 5 The Lord on thy right hand that is thy stay Shall wound for thee great Kings on 's wrathfull day 6 Th'heathen he 'l judge fill th' place with bodies dead O're divers Towns in sunder smite the head 7 He shall drink of the brook ev'n in the way Therefore shall he lift up the head that day PSAL. CXI 1 PRaise ye the Lord the Lord my heart shall praise Th'uprights assembly in now and alwayes 2 Gods works are great of all them they are sought That pleasure therein have or any thought 3 His work is honourable and most sure His righteousness for ever doth endure 4 His wondrous works to be thought on he'th made The Lord most gratious is from wrath most stai'd 5 To those that do him fear meat giv'n hath he On 's Covenant he e're will mindfull be 6 The people he hath shewn of 's works the power The Heathens land he may give them each hour 7 Th' works of his hands are verity most pure All his Commandements they are most sure 8 They all stand fast both now and eke anon In truth and eke uprightness they are done 9 He hath redemption â—â—nt 's folk to deliver His Vow command 〈…〉 blest be 's Name for ever 10 Gods fear the first step to true wisdom 's found Who keep his laws with prudence they abound PSAL. CXII 1 TH' man 's blest that feareth God and walks upright In Gods Commandments that takes much delight 2 His seed on earth they shall be much increas't Those that in heart upright are shall be blest 3 Riches and Wealth in 's house shall be alway His righteousness 't doth endure for ay 4 Unto the just from darkness cometh light He gracious is of mercy full and right 5 A good man sheweth favour and doth lend All his affaires do unto wisdom tend 6 Surely he shall not moved be for ay The just shall be thought on now and alway 7 Of tidings ill he shall not be afraid His Heart is fixed trusting in his aid 8 His heart is fast afraid he shall not be Till his desire upon his foes he see 9 He ' th giv'n to th' poor his justice shall for ay Indure he shall exalted be alwayes 10 Th' wicked shall see it and be griev'd thereat Their whole desire shall melt away like fat PSAL CXIII 1 PRaise ye the Lord shew forth his wondrous fame All ye his servants praise his holy Name 2 Blest be the Name of God the Lord alway From this time forth and ever more I say 3 From th' rise of th' Sun to th' going down of th' same Let praised be the Lord 's most holy Name 4 The Lord 's 'bove al 's glory 'bove th' Heavens high 5 Who 's like to God who dwells above the Skie 6 He doth abase himself to see we know Things 'bove the Skie and in the earth below 7 The poor out of the dust he ta 〈…〉 alwayes The needy ones from dunghil 〈…〉 doth raise 8 That he may set him Princes 〈…〉 to walk Yea ev'n with the Princes of 〈◊〉 folk 9 Th' barren he maketh children bear therefore Praise ye the Lord both now and evermore PSAL. CXIV 1 WHen Is-ra-el did out of Egypt go And Jacobs house from language strange also 2 Judah his Sanctuary was Is-ra-el His large Dominions wherein he did dwell 3 The Sea saw it and fled before his face Jordan was driven back out of his place 4 The Mountaines high like unto Rams did skip The little Hills like dancing Lambs did leap 5 What ailed'st thee O'Sea that thou thus fled And Jordans streames that thou wast backwards led 6 Ye Mountaines high like Rams why did ye skip And little Hills like Lambs why did ye leap 7 Tremble thou earth at th' presence of the Lord 'Fore Jacobs God dread all with one accord 8 Which turneth Rocks to standing waters clear From flint makes fountain water to appear PSAL. CXV 1 NOt to us Lord Thy Name let th' glory take Ev'n for thy Truth and eke thy mercies sake 2 Why should the Heathen say where 's God their love 3 He hath done what he pleas'd our God's above 4 Their Idolls Gold are made by men