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
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
thy might Thou sat'st in throne to judge for me most right 5 Thou didst confound the heathen people so That the remembrance of them none shall know 6 Thou hast made quick dispatch with all my foes Thou 'st burnt their town and caus'd their fame to close 7 But God for ever is and he will be In seat of Judgement and true equitie 8 With Justice he will keep and guide all those That are unto his people friends not foes 9 He also will to those that are opprest In time of need be their defence and rest 10 And they that know thy Name shall trust in thee For their own safety and deliverie 11 Sing Psalms to God that doth in Sion dwell And of his noble Acts all Nations tell 12 For he is mindfull of the blood of such As be opprest remembring th' humble much 13 Have mercy on me Lord my foes me hate 'T is thee alone can keep me from deaths Gate 14 I will in Sion then shew forth thy praise And much rejoyce in thee alone alwayes 15 The Heathen are sunck down into the pit Which they for others ever did make fit 16 The Lord is known by his most just commands But wicked men are snar'd by their own hands 17 The wicked shall be turned into Hell But pious men with God shall ever dwell 18 Neither will God the needy man forget But in far better state he will him set 19 Arise O Lord lest worldlings with their might Prevaile therefore Lord judge them in thy sight 10 Put them in fear O Lord of thee and then They may well know they are not Gods but men PSAL. X. 1 WHy keepest thou so far from us or why hides thou thy face in our extremity 2 The wicked's pride doth persecute the poor But Lord do thou destroy the evill doer 3 For in the lust of his own heart he doth Delight he hates the poor he loveth sloth 4 The wicked through his pride doth wrong his soul In thinking thou his deeds would not controul 5 Because he prospers he still follows lies Neglects thy Laws puffs at his Enemies 6 He saith in his heart I never then shall be Changed nor come into adversitie 7 But in his mouth deceit and fraud doth dwell Under his tongue breeds vanity and Hell 8 He lies in holes the innocent to slay And such as come thereby he makes away 9 He like a Lion lurking in his Den To see if he can snare poor simple men 10 He croucheth down most craftily alway To make poor needy harmlesse ones his prey 11 Thus saith he in his heart God doth forget He doth not mind whom I catch in my Net 12 Rise up O Lord therefore and do not rest From looking to the humble and th' opprest 13 Why let'st thou wicked men thy Laws despise They scoff at thee and evill do devise 14 Thou see-est their deceit thou understands The fatherlesse are left unto their hands 13 Lord breake the armes of wicked men that so Both they and theirs into the pit may go 16 The Lord is King and by his powerfull hand He shall destroy the Heathen from his Land 17 Lord thou hast heard the humble mans request And what is fittest for him thou knowes best 18 Lord judge the poor and help them to their right Which was took from them by the worldlings might PSAL. XI 1 I Put my trust in God what is your will To say flee as a Bird unto your Hill 2 For lo the wicked bend their bow their art Is primely t' insnare th' upright in heart 3 The worlds foundations shall all come to nought But righteous men have never evill wrought 4 And God which is most holy and and most high Doth look at all men in his Majesty 5 He doth in godly men take much delight But punish such as doth his word despite 6 Upon the wicked he will brimstone rain They shall all perish there shall none remain 7 So that ye see his justice doth delight In holynesse h'embraceth the upright PSAL. XII 1 HElp Lord for godly men do now decay Both truth and faith from sinners passe away 2 Their words are vanity or like a bubble Their lips do flatter and their hearts are double 3 The Lord will cut off such as not refuse Their flatterings but still do lying use 4 For they have said our lips they are our own We will prevail over us there is none 5 But for the needy's sake God will arise And save the poor from all his Enemies 6 Gods words are pure as Silver they are try'd They are like Gold seven times purify'd 7 And since thy promise is to help Lord then Do thou us help from this ill kind of men 8 Lord if thou leave sinners on every side Their wickednesse will spread the world so wide PSAL. XIII 1 HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord or why Hides thou thy self in my necessity 2 In heart how long shall I tormented be And how long shall my foes triumph o're me 3 O Lord my God consider me opprest Lest with mine eyes of death I be possest 4 Lest that mine enemies of me should say We have prevailed and made him our prey 5 But from thee and thy mercies I have made My heart full merry and my soul full glad 6 I will sing praises to the Lord for he Hath alwayes bountifully dealt with me PSAL. VX 1 THE Fool saith in his heart there is no God But Lord do thou correct him with thy Rod. 2 The Lord from heaven look't upon mankind To see who lov'd him but he none could find 3 They are all gone aside they are become Like dust upon the earth or filthy scum 4 What are none good do all work mischief still Eating thy people rejecting thy will 5 Whil'st they thus rage they shall have dread for why God to the righteous race is very nigh 6 Ye strive to shame the poor because they call Upon the Lord and make him all in all 7 But who shall hear thy people unlesse thou Perform thy promise to Isra-el now 8 When thou brings back those that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. XV. 1 LORD who shall in thy Tabernacle dwell Or who shall live in thy most holy Hill 2 The man that walks uprightly and whose facts Declare him to be just in all his acts 3 He that backbiteth nor nor worketh ill Unto's neighbour nor of him lies doth tell 4 That hates the vile and honoureth the just His promise is most true perform 't he must 5 Who puts not coyn to use nor ever took Reward ' gainst Saints he never shall be shook PSAL. XVI 1 IN thee I put my trust deliver me 2 Thou art my God my goodness can't reach thee 3 But to the Saints that on the earth do live And to the faithfull I my goods do give Their griefes shall many be who make not God Their Lord they shall be scourg'd with iron rod.
5 God is the port'on of mine inheritance If I him seek he will me highl ' advance 6 The place my lot fell in it did excell Mine heritage did please me very well 7 I thank the Lord that caus'd me understand That rules me by his power and his command 8 The Lord 's my God him I will ne'er forsake He 's at my right hand I shall never shake 9 My heart therefore is glad and doth rejoyce My flesh doth also love to hear thy voyce 10 For thou Lord wilt not leave my Soul in Hell Nor shall I alwayes in corruption dwell 11 Shew me the paths of life in thee are store Of joyes and plea-sures and for-e-ver-more PSAL. XVII 1 GIve eare to me O Lord hear me that pray From whose lips lies shall never make their way 2 My sentence Lord it doth proceed from thee Do thou therefore see my simplicitie 3 Thou hast oft try'd me but could never see My tongue and eke my mind to disagree 4 From sinners works thou hast preserv'd me yet 5 T' uphold me in thy paths do not forget 6 I 've call'd on thee for thou Lord wilt me hear And eke my voyce incline to me thine ear 7 O God to such as put their trust in thee Shew forth thy strength against their Enemie 8 Lord keep me as thine eye from all their stings Hide me under the shaddow of thy wings 9 From wicked men that me oppresse and those That be mine Enemies and eke thy Foes 10 Th' are full of fat pride and deceit for they 11 Strive to ensnare me in their traps alway 12 Like as a Lyon greedy of its prey And as her Whelpes lye lurking so do they 13 Up Lord therefore preserve me from my foes And smite thou them that do thy word oppose 14 Deliver me Lord by thy power and then I need not fear my foes nor wicked men 15 As for me I 'le behold thy glorious face And will be satisfied with thy Grace PSAL. XVIII 1 I Love thee Lord my Strength for he is Just 2 He is my all in him is all my trust 3 On God who is most worthy I will call He will me keep from such as would my fall 4 Death's sorrowes commpass me Lord be my aid And floods of wicked men make me afraid 5 The Subtil Snares of Hell round me were set And for my Death there lay a deadly Net 6 In my distress I call'd the Lord he hears My voice my cry enters into his ears 7 Then was his power such the earth did quake And the Foundations of the Hills did shake 8 Smoke from his Nostrills came from his mouth fire For to consume his foes all in his ire 9 The Lord came also from above and he Did darkness cause under his feet to be 10 On Cherubs and on Cherubins he rode Swiftly his windy wings he spread abroad 11 Then like a Cave dark was his secret place And his Pavilion where he hid his face 12 If you but see his brightness you 'l admire Instead of clouds comes hail and coales of fire 13 He sets his Thunder down both here and there Which brings upon his foes much dread and fear 14 And at his threatnings and his chiding chear 15 The springs and the foun-da-ti-ons appear 16 He from above sent down that I might be With him from Sea he also plucked me 17 He kept me from my foes which were most strong Also from those that would have done me wrong 18 They did prevent me but God was my stay 19 He took delight in me and in my way 20 As I was just so he did me regard My hands were clean and he did me reward 21 For I did keep his wayes he knowes my heart I ne're from him did wickedly depart 22 I never put his Statutes far from me 23 But walk't upright from all iniquity 24 Therefore the Lord hath recompens'd me right According to my cleanness in his sight 25 Thou mercy to the mercifull wilt shew And eke the just thy justice they shall know 26 Unto the pure thou wilt be purity But with the froward thou 'lt deal frowardly 27 Thou 'lt save the afflicted man but thou 'lt bring down High looks thou also wilt upon them frown 28 Thou 'lt make my candle shew most clear and bright And bring me out of darknesse into light 29 For by thy help I Troops discomfit shall And in thy strength I have leapt o're a wall 30 Gods wayes are perfect and his word most just He buckler is to those that in him trust 31 For who is God except the Lord there 's none So om-ni-po-tent as himself alone 32 'T is God that girdeth me with his own strength And leaves me not till I be whole at length 33 He made my feet as swift as Hindes in pace And for my safety set me in good place 34 He did in order make my hands to fight To break steel bows he gave my armes the might 35 Thou teachest me thy right hand is my Tower And love of thee doth still encrease my power 36 Thou 'st made my feet most stedfast to remain 37 I 've overtook my foes and them I 've slain 38 I so suppress my foes they rise no more But at my feet they fall I wound them sore 39 For thou in Battel Lord hast girded me With strength thou doest subdue thine enemie 40 Thou hast also given me the neck of those Which rise against me and which were my foes 41 They cri'd but there was none that would them save Even to God but he no answer gave 42 I beat them small as dust before the wind And cast them out for ever from my mind 43 Thou keep'st me from such as with strife are led And over heathen mak'st me to be head 44 So soon as they me hear they shall obey And strangers shall submit unto my way 45 Strangers shall fade away and be afraid 46 But God doth live and blessed be mine aid 47 For him it is that gave me power to be Revenged of my foe and enemie 48 That kept me from all warlike men and those That would have hurt me and against me rose 49 Therefore I thank thee who are still the same Amongst the Heathen will I praise thy Name 50 Thou gav'st unto thy King of mercies store To David and his seed for ever-more PSAL. XIX 1 THe Skies declare Gods Glory and Commands The Firmament shew forth th' works of his hands 2 Gods wondrous works both day and night appear 3 Their language speaks to all that will them hear 4 The same of them through all the world is run In them the Lord did also place the Sun 5 Who as a Bride-groom doth from 's chamber rise As he that runs a race to get a prize 6 In going forth he rounds the world about Nought from his heat can hide he 'l find it out 7 The Law of God is perfect and most sure It maketh wise
regard I hate and trust in thee alone O Lord. 7 In thee I will rejoyce thou wilt not see My soul in trouble nor adversitie 8 Nor didst thou to my foes make me to come Thou hast my feet plac't in a most large room 9 Some pitty on me take O Lord mine eye With grief 's consum'd my soul with miserie 10 My life is spent with grief with sighs my year My strength me fails my bones consume with fear 11 ' Mongst foes I am a scorn friends are dismaid My neighbours when they see me are afraid 12 As men when once they 're dead are quite forgot Just so am I or like a broken pot 13 I 've heard much slander fear was on each side When they conspir'd ' gainst me thou wert my guide 14 For I in thee O Lord did put my trust I said thou wert a God to me most just 15 My times are in thine hands deliver me From th' hand of him which is mine Enemie 16 Thy face to shine upon thy Servant make O Lord save me for thy sweet mercies sake 17 Let me ne're be asham'd on thee I call Put sinners to the shame and make them fall 18 Make dumb their lips which follow after lies And mischief do against th'upright devise 19 How great 's thy goodness laid up for them then Which fear and trust in thee for th' Sons of men 20 Thou shalt in secret keep them and them hide From strife of tongues and from the worldlings pride 21 Blest be the Lord who shew'd me all along Marvelous kindness in a City strong 22 I said in haste when I was much opprest I was cut off yet heardst thou my request 23 Ye Saints love God who doth the faithfull guide He 'l give the proud according to their pride 24 Be of good courage for the Lord 's most just He 'l strengthen you if you make him your trust PSAL. XXXII 1 THe man is blest whom God forgives his sin 2 Whose heart no guile nor fraud is found therein 3 For whilst that I my sins kept close my bones Did waste away with dayly plaints and moanes 4 Both day and night thy hand on me lay smart My moisture into dryness did convert 5 Then to confess my fault I did begin Thou didst O Lord forgive me all my sin 6 The humble man shall therefore pray to thee Floods shall not him destroy he needs not flee 7 When trouble once doth compasse me about Thou art my refuge and dost rid me out 8 I will thee teach how thou shalt walk aright And will thee guide according to my sight 9 Be not so ignorant as th' Horse or Mule Whose mouth without a bit there 's none can rule 10 There shall much sorrow find the wicked out But God the righteous compasseth about 11 Be glad in God therefore lift up your voice Y' upright in heart and in him much rejoice PSAL XXXIII 1 YE righteous in the Lord rejoyce for praise Is comely to th' upright in all their ways 2 Praise ye the Lord with harp and sing him things Of pleasantnesse with musick of ten strings 3 Play skilfully sing him a song most new 4 His words are all most pure his works most true 5 He loveth right and judgement with good will And with his goodness he the earth doth fill 6 For by his works alone were th' heavens wrought And by his breath the Hosts to passe were brought 7 He gathers Seas on heaps within the shore He layeth up the depth in house of store 8 Let all the earth fear God and let them all In awe of him be kept and on him call 9 He spake and it was done he did Command The universe is perfect out of hand 10 God brings to nought those that do evil act He maketh their device of none effect 11 The Councells of the Lord shall â—â—and most pure His thoughts t' all ge-ne-ra-ti-ons shall endure 12 Blest are all they t' whom God their guide is known Whom he doth chuse he taketh as his own 13 The Lord look't down on men mortal by birth 14 Considering the dwellers of the earth 15 He fashioneth mans heart and doth it frame Alone he knowes the working of the same 16 A King of Hosts shall not be sav'd at length Nor shall a mighty man prevail by 's strength 17 An horse for safety is most vain nor can He by his strength deliver any man 18 Behold the eyes of God the just doth aid With those that to offend him are afraid 19 Their soul to death in famine thou'lt ne're yield 20 Our souls waits on thee thou' rt our only sheild 21 Our hearts in thee shall joy still present be 22 With us who daily put our trust in thee PSAL. XXXIV 1 I 'le bless the Lord for ever and his praise Shall in my mouth continue all my dayes 2 My soul shall make her boast of God my choice Th'umble shall hear thereof and much rejoice 3 O therefore magnifie with me the Lord And let 's exalt his Name with one accord 4 For I my self him sought he lent an ear And did deliver me from all my fear 5 Who doth behold shall see his light most clear They shall not be asham'd nor need they fear 6 This poor man for relief to God did cry He sav'd him from his trouble instantly 7 Gods Angel doth Encamp them round for ever That fear his Name and he doth them deliver 8 O taste and see that God is good and just Blessed is he who maketh him his trust 9 Ye Saints fear ye the Lord to him give ear For there 's no want to them that do him fear 10 The Lyons young do rage and suffer much But who fears God no lack shall be to such 11 Come children dear unto my words give ear I will you teach how you the Lord shall fear 12 That man that would lead long a blessed life 13 Must keep his tongue from guile his lips from strife 14 From ill depart do good and peace pursue 15 To such the Lord gives ear they 're still in 's view 16 Gods face is ever ' gainst the wicked train He cuts off those that should of them remain 17 The Righteous cry God doth hear them ever Frees them from pain and them he doth deliver 18 The Lord is nigh to such as contrite be The poor and meek also them 〈◊〉 he 19 Th' afflictions of the righteous many be But God from all of them do set him fâ—ee 20 The Lord he doth preserve their Sons alway That none of them are broke or do decay 21 Sin shall the wicked slay he that doth hate The righteous shall be ever desolate 22 The Lord redeems the Souls of his nor shall Those that make him their trust be prone to fall PSAL. XXXV 1 LOrd plead my cause with those that strive ' gainst me They sought to slay but conquer'd are by thee 2 Be thou my help take hold on Spear and Shield
39 But of the Lord the justs Salvation is In time of trouble all their strength is his 40 The Lord shall help and eke deliver th' just Them he shall save because they in him trust PSAL. XXXVIII 1 O Lord in thy great wrath rebuke me not Nor chasten me in thy displeasure hot 2 Thine arrowes stick fast in me they me goare Thine heavy hand oppresseth me full sore 3 Cause of thy wrath my flesh it hath therein No soundness nor bones rest ' cause of my sin 4 For all my sins above my head are gone And too great burthen makes me for to moane 5 Cause of my folly corrupt wounds smell strong 6 I troubled am bow down mourn all day long 7 My loins with sore disease have no whole part 8 And I most feeble roar for grief of heart 9 All my desires are before thee O Lord My groanings are not hid thou heard'st my word 10 My heart doth pant my strength it doth me fail My sight is gone my troubles so prevail 11 My lovers and my friends keep from my sore My kinsmen alienate themselves therefore 12 Who seeks my life lays snares to do me wrong Mischeife they muse deceit think all day long 13 But as one deafe to them I lent none eare And as one dumb to speak I did forbear 14 And as one deaf whose mouth hath no reproof 15 In thee I hope thou 'lt hear on my behoof 16 I said hear me least they insulting cry His foot now slips our selves we 'l magnify 17 I almost halt my sorrows are 'fore me 18 I will declare my sins and griefs to thee 19 But Enemies are lively war most strong And they are multitudes that do me wrong 20 And those that render ill for good to me They are my foes ' cause I delight in thee 21 Be thou not far from me nor me forsake 22 Thou God of my Salvation pitty take PSAL. XXXIX 1 I 'Le mind my ways least that I sin I said Open my mouth 'fore wicked I 'm afraid 2 Made dumb with silence so I held my peace Refrain'd good talk but sorrows did increase 3 Whil'st I was musing thus my inward flame Moved my tonge to burst into this same 4 Lord let me know my end and length of life How fraile I am for to conclude this strife 5 My life 's a Span mine age is nought 'fore thee An hand breadth lesse nothing but vanitie 6 Thus man turmoils himself in grief and pain Heaps riches up as shaddows finds all vain 7 Now Lord what wait I for my hope 's in thee 8 From all my sins and scorn of fools me free 9 Dumb ' cause thou didst it I resolv'd to be 10 Thy hand me slays thy stroke remove from me 11 When thou for sin rebukes man in a day His Beauty like a Moth doth fade away 12 Regard my tears O Lord and do me hear I stranger am as all my Fathers were 13 O spare me that I may get strength before I do depart from hence and be no more PSAL. XL. 1 I For the Lord did wait most patiently To me h' inclin'd an ear he heard my cry 2 From Pit of horror and from miry clay He pluck't my feet on Rock ' stablish't my way 3 To me he taught new Songs to praise his name Those that see it shall fear and do the same 4 The man is blest that maketh God his trust Respects not proud nor loveth the unjust 5 Much are thy thoughts and works toward us done They can be told or reckoned by none 6 Thou 'st g'ven me ears no sacrifice requir'd Sin and burnt offerings thou 'st not desir'd 7 Then said I lo I come to do thy will 8 Thy law writ in my heart for to fulfill 9 Taught of thy righteousness O God have I In Congregations great I 'le not deny 10 Nor I from them thy faithfull truth have hid Thy loving kindness still declare I did 11 Hold not thy tender mercies Lord me fro Thy faithfull loving kindness to me show 12 Innumerable ills do me confound Mine iniquities have beset me round In number they exceed th' hairs of my head Therefore my heart me fails I 'm almost dead 13 O Lord my God therefore let it please thee In haste to help and eke deliver me 14 Shame and confound those that seek my souls harm Destroy o'â—ethrow all such with thy strong arm 15 Let them be desolate reward of shame That scorning at me cry Ah here 's the game 16 While such as fear thee glad be and rejoyce And such as love thee magnifie their choice 17 Poor needy though I am God thinks on me He is my help deliver Lord haste thee PSAL. XLI 1 BLest man is he con-si-de-reth the poor The Lord delivers such from troubles sore 2 He 'l bless preserve keep him alive on earth Nor him give up to his foes will or mirth 3 When body 's sick the Lord 's his strengh and aide Yea his sick bed shall by his God be made 4 Then said I Lord be mercifull to me And heal my soul my sins they are ' gainst thee 5 My foes do evill speak of me and crie When shall we see him perish when 's Name die 6 If me he visit he speakes va-ni-tie His heart contracteth sin abroad he 'l lie 7 They that me hate me hurt and whisper still 8 He 'l now sure rise no more 's diseas'd so ill 9 Yea my familiar friend whom I did trust That ear my bread his heel against me thrust 10 But thou my Lord be mercifull to me And raise me to requite their crueltie 11 By this I find I am belov'd of thee When foes no cause have triumph over me 12 To fall from truth thou'lt me suffer never But set me still before thy face for ever 13 The Lord of Is-ra-el be prais'd therefore Amen Amen say I for evermore PSAL. XLII 1 AS chasted Hart desireth th' water foard My thirsty soul longs after thee O Lord. 2 My soul for God the living Lord thirsts still It would appear 'fore him to know his will 3 My teares have been my meat both night and day Whil'st where's thy God upbraidingly they say 4 My soul 's pour'd out when this I think upon For I with troops unto thy house have gon Ev'n with the Me-lo-die of joy and praise As multitudes to God keep Holy-dayes 5 Why then so sad my soul disquieting me Trust God his countenance shall set thee free 6 O Lord my soul doth faint to think upon The land of Jordan little hill Hermon 7 Each wave of troubles to me calls another No sooner 's one o're-past but falls the other 8 But thou'lt in day thy kindness shew to me And in the night thy song shall with me be 'T is thee Lord of my life that I will praise And eke my pray'r shall tend to thee alwayes 9 I 'le say My rock why forgettest thou me Why mourn I cause th' rage of mine enemie
Nor shall the plague come nigh thy dwelling place 11 For he will give his angells charge o're thee In all thy ways they shall thy keepers be 12 They shall thee bear even their hands upon Lest that thou dash thy foot against a stone 13 On Lyons and on Adders eke thou 'st tread Dragons thou shalt under thy feet lay dead 14 Because he e're hath set his love on me I 'le him protect my Name aright knows he 15 When he for help doth cry I 'le answer give Him take from grief in honour he shall live 16 with long life I him e're will satisfie And shew him my salvation from on high PSAL. XCII 1 'T Is good to give thanks to the Lord our King And to his holy Name all praises sing 2 To shew in morn thy loving kindness bright And eke thy faithfulness in ev'ry night 3 Upon ten stringed instruments most sweet With all the mirth you can invent most meet 4 For through thy works thou Lord hast made me glad I will triumph in th' works thine hand hath made 5 Thy works are great thy thoughts are deep also 6 A brutish man of this doth nothing know 7 When wicked men as grass do spring up fast They when they flourish ever shall be waste 8 But thou' rt most high and thou dost reign therefore In ev'ry place both now and evermore 9 Behold O Lord behold thy foes I say How all that sin shall perish and decay 10 Like th' Unicorn thou shalt my horns lift high With oile most fresh anointed be shall I. 11 The wish upon my foes mine eyes shall see Mine ears shall hear those that do rise ' gainst me 12 The righteous flourish shall like the Palm Tree Like Cedars eke in Lebanon that be 13 Those that are planted in the Courts of God They spring apace and flourish all abroad 14 They still in their old age forth fruit should bring They shall be fat and also flourishing 15 To shew that God upright is in his will He is my rock in him there is none ill PSAL. XCIII 1 THe Lord doth reign with glory goodly dight To shew his strength he'th girt himself with might The earth he'th made and shaped it so sure Nought can it move it firmly doth endure 2 The world was made thy seat was set before In time of old thou hast been ever-more 3 The Floods O Lord the Floods do make a noise The Floods I say have lifted up their voyce 4 The Lord is mightier than th' waters yea He makes a greater noise than th' waves of th' Sea 5 Thy Testimonies are most sure alway And truth becomes thine house O Lord for ay PSAL. XCIV 1 O Lord to whom all vengeance doth belong Shew forth thy self most valiant and most strong 2 Shew forth thy self for thou the earth dost guide Reward the proud according to their pride 3 How long shall wicked bear the sway in voyce How long shall they thus triumph and rejoyce 4 How long O Lord shall th' wicked take their fill Shall they rejoyce whose workes are ever ill 5 Thy Flock and Heritage they vex full sore Against thy folk they rage still more and more 6 To Slay the Widdows Lord they do not cease And still they do destroy the fatherlesse 7 Yet say they God shall not our deeds espie Neither shall Jacobs God this thing once eye 8 Ye brutish men some knowledge learn arise And eke ye fools when will ye once be wise 9 He that the ear doth plant hear shall not hee And he that forms the eye shall he not see 10 Who scourge the Heathen shall not he punish too Who knowledge teacheth shall he not eke know 11 The thoughts of man are known by God on high That they are all corrupt and vanity 12 That man is blest whom thou dost keep in aw And through chastisement teach him in thy law 13 Whereby he shall in trouble quiet sit When wicked men shall fall into the pit 14 For God will not refuse his folk to take His heritage he will no time forsake 15 But judgement shall to righteousness convert Those follow 't shall that are upright in heart 16 Who will arise ' gainst evill dor's with me And stand ' gainst th' workers of iniquitie 17 Unless the Lord had been my rock and ' fence My soul it had almost dwelt in silence 18 When I did say I am now like to fall Thou did'st provide to stay me up withall 19 I' th' multitude of thoughts within my mind Thy comforts do delight my soul I find 20 Wilt thou draw nigh with wicked men to sit Instead of law which mischief still commit 21 For they consult against the men most good In counsels and consult ' gainst guiltless blood 22 But yet the Lord is my defence and lock He is my God my strength and eke my rock 23 He'st cause their mischiefs themselves to annoy They 'l fall in malice God shall them destroy PSAL. XCV 1 O Come unto the Lord and let us sing Let 's make a joyfull noise unto our King 2 Yea let us come and to the Lord give praise In singing Psalms let us rejoyce alwayes 3 For why the Lord 's a great and mighty God A King above all Gods i' th' world abroad 4 His are the secret places of the Land The strength of Hills he also hath in 's hand 5 The Sea is his for he the same hath wrought And eke the earth he framed out of nought 6 O come and le ts worship the Lord therefore And let 's bow down to God for evermore 7 For he 's our God for us he doth provide We are his flock he feeds us he 's our guide 8 To day if ye'l hear harden not your heart As i' th grudging day ye did i' th' desert 9 Your fathers tempted me me for to prove My works they saw yet they did still me move 10 Twice twenty years they griev'd me I did say They erre in heart they have not known my way 11 Wherefore I kindled wrath ' gainst them in brest And sware they should not come into my rest PSAL. XCVI 1 O Sing unto the Lord a Song most new Sing to the Lord on earth that is most true 2 Yea sing to God and to his holy Name Shew forth alway Salvation by the same 3 'Mong Heathen speak his honour round about His wonders shew ev'n all the world throughout 4 The Lord is great we should him greatly praise He 's to be fear'd 'bove all the Gods alwayes 5 For Heathens Gods are Idols that will fade But yet our God the heathen he hath made 6 All praise shall dwell for ay before his face Strength shall excell within his holy place 7 All folk give thanks unto the Lord alway With might ascribe unto the Lord I say 8 Give glory due to Gods most holy Name Go to his Courts with gifts unto the same 9 worship the Lord within his Temple bright Let
hand So are youths children at the Lords command 5 Happy 's the man of such that hath great store He 's not ashamed be his foes before PSAL. CXXVIII 1 BLest's ev'ry one that fears the Lord above And walks still in his wayes of truth and love 2 Thou 'st eat th' fruit of thine hand and happy bee In all thy wayes it shall be well with thee 3 Thy wise on thy house side as fruitfull Vine Children like Plants thy table round betwine 4 Behold that thus the man is blest that shall Still fear the Lord and on his Name still call 5 The Lord shall out Sion thus bless thee And all thy life his Churches good thou 'st see 6 Yea thou shalt see thy Childrens Children well And also peace upon his Is-ra-el PSAL. CXXIX 1 MAny a time afflicted me have they Ev'n from my youth now Israel may say 2 Oft-times from youth they have afflicted me But ne're prevail'd to work my miserie 3 The plowers plowed deep upon my back Long furrowes make to make my bones to crack 4 But God is righteous he'th in sunder cut The wicked's cords which they for me have put 5 Let them be all consum'd and turn'd away That Sion hate and would his Saints dismay 6 Let them like grass on house top wither still Ere it grow up so perish in its ill 7 Wherewith the mow'r cannot his hand fill Nor he that bindes his sheaves his bosom still 8 Nor do they wish that passing by the way The blessing of the Lord upon you stay PSAL. CXXX 1 OUt of the depths to thee Lord did I cry Hoping that thou my suit would'st not deny 2 Lord let the ears of thee who art my choice Attentive be to hear thy Plaintiffs voice 3 O Lord if thou should'st mark iniquities Who could once stand before thy purest eyes 4 But much forgiveness Lord with thee is there That all men may thee reverence with feare 5 My soul doth wait for God the Lord most just And in his word I hope and also trust 6 My soul doth wait for God ev'n more I say Then those that watch for th' breaking of the day 7 God's mercifull let Israel in him trust 'T is he that souls redeems he is most just 8 He shall most early wake and eke arise Israel redeem from his iniquities PSAL. CXXXI 1 MY heart Lord is not haughty nor mine eyes In things most high I do not exercise 2 Surely I have my self behav'd most milde My soul is even as a weaned childe 3 Let Israel hope in God the Lord therefore From this time forth and eke for ever-more PSAL. CXXXII 1 REmember David Lord thy servant true And his afflictions have still in thy view 2 How he did swear unto the Lord above An oath to Jacobs God whom he did love 3 I surely will no Tabernacle spread Nor build an house nor come into my bed 4 I 'le not give sleep unto my drowsie eye Nor slumber to mine eye-lids give will I. 5 Untill a place for Jacobs God I find An habitation answering my mind 6 We heard of it at Ephrata ev'n there We found it in the fields where woods appear 7 We 'l go into his Tabernacles all Before his foot-stool worship him and fall 8 Arise O Lord and come into thy rest Thou and thy Ark of strength by me possest 9 Thy Priests with justice let be cloath'd about And eke thy Saints for joy let them still shout 10 For th' Servant David's sake O Lord I say Lord turn not thine anointed's face away 11 God swore in truth he will not turn from it He David told his seed should on 's throne sit 12 If that thy Sons will keep my Law therefore Thy Sons shall sit i' th' throne for evermore 13 God Sion chose therein there is great space He hath desired it for 's dwelling place 14 This is my rest for ay herein I 'le dwell I have desired it and like it well 15 Her victualls I will bless abundantly Her poor with bread I eke will satisfy 16 I 'le cloath her Priests with safety round about And all her Saints aloud for joy shall shout 17 I 'le there make Davids horn bud out most brave I lamp ordain'd for mine annointed have 18 His foes I 'le cloath with shame and them pluck down But on himself much flourish shall his Crown PSAL. CXXXIII 1 BEhold how good it is and how 't seems well For brethren all in unity to dwell 2 Like precious balm poured on Aarons head That drencht his beard and round his garment spread 3 As dew on Hermon hills and Sion fell So God commands his blessing there to dwell PSAL. CXXXIV 1 BEhold and blesse the Lord all ye that stand By night i' th' house of God at his command 2 Lift up your hands unto Gods place above And bless the Lord for 's benefits and love 3 The Lord that heaven made and earth did frame Thee blesse from Sion praise ye's holy Name PSAL. CXXXV 1 PRaise ye the Lord praise ye his holy Name Ye servants of the Lord do ye the same 2 Ye that do stand in the house of the Lord And in his courts his praises loud record 3 Praise ye the Lord he 's good ye praises sing T' sing praises to his name 's a comely thing 4 For God himself to him hath Jacob chose He Israel for 's peculiar treasure knows 5 For I do know that God the Lord is great Above all other Gods hath plac'd his seat 6 He doth what e're he please in heav'n hils steep Within the Sea and in all places deep 7 He Vapours daily causeth to ascend From one part of the earth unto the end He maketh lightning for the rain in measure He brings the wind forth of his hidden treasure 8 Who Egypt first-born smote ev'n in one night Both man and beast to make them more afright 9 Who tokens sent and wonders midst of thee On Pharaohs servants whilst the Saints went free 10 Who did great Nations slay and them annoy'd Ye mighty Kings he took and them destroy'd 11 Sihon of Amorites Og of Bashan Those Kings and all the Kingdomes of Cana'n 12 He gave their Land as heritage to dwell Unto his chosen people Is-ra-el 13 Thy Name O Lord for ever is most sure Thy memory all ages through endure 14 For God will judge his people i' th' event And likewise for their wrongs he will repent 15 Idols of heathen workes of men they are Silver and Gold cannot with God compare 16 For mouths they have yet speechless still they be Th' eyes also have yet have they none to see 17 They eke have ears yet hear they not a sound And in their mouths no breath there can be found 18 They that them make are like unto them just And so is ev'ry one that in them trust 19 blesse ye the Lord therefore O Is-ra-el And also ye in Aarons house that dwell 20 And Levi's house praise ye
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
ME keep O Lord from th' evil mans intent Preserve me from the man that 's violent 2 Which mischiefs in their hearts think on and are Daily together gathered for war 3 Their tongues like Serpents sharpened they have Under their tongues doth Adders poison cleave 4 Keep me O Lord from th' wickeds hands also And eke from him who would my steps o're-throw 5 The proud a snare and cords for me did hide For me they spread a net by th' high-way side 6 I said unto the Lord thou' rt God my choice Therefore O Lord hear thou thy Servants voice 7 O God and eke of my Salvation aid In day of war thou 'st made me not afraid 8 Th' wicked's device Lord further not nor grant Lest they themselves exalt force us to want 9 As for their heads that compass me all over Let th' mischief of their lips and tongues them cover 10 Let them in fire be cast and there remain And from deep pits never to rise again 11 Let no ill speaker long live here below Ill hurt shall th' violent man and him o're-throw 12 I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain And th' right of th' poor shall e're with them remain 13 Surely th' upright shall thanks give to thy Name Th' just shall live in thy sight and do the same PSAL. CXLI 1 TO thee I call make hast O Lord on high Hear thou my voice when unto thee I cry 2 As incense let my pray'r ascend to thee My hands up lift as sacrifices be 3 Set thou a watch O Lord my mouth before And of my lips be keeper of the dore 4 To any evil thing put not mine heart In th' practise of lewde works give me no part 5 ' Mongst those that sin work Lord do not me seat Neither let me once of their dainties eat 6 'T is good for me if good men do me smite And me reprove like oil 't shall me delight 7 When th'judges are in stony place o're-thrown They'st hear my words they 'r sweet like them there 's none 8 Our bones are scattered at th' mouth of th' grave As when on earth one wood doth cut and cleave 9 But I Lord lift mine eyes to thee most just Do not forsake my soul in thee 's my trust 10 Me keep from th' snare which they have laid for me And th'gins of those that work iniquitie 11 Let th' wicked men into their own nets fall Ev'n whilest that I escape their dangers all PSAL. CXLII 1 I Cry'd unto the Lord ev'n with my voice And made my prayer unto my God and choice 2 To him my deep complaint I poured out Shew'd him the grief which compast me about 3 When spirit was o're-whelm'd my path thou knew For me asnare they laid close from my view 4 I look't about saw none that would me know None car'd for me my refuge fail'd also 5 I cry'd to thee thou' rt my defence I said I' th' livings Land my portion and mine aid 6 I 'm brought full low attend unto my cry Me keep from foes that stronger are then I. 7 My soul from prison bring thy Name to praise Saints me shall compasse when thou dost me raise PSAL. CXLIII 1 Lord hear my prayer to thee my suit attend As thou art gracious answer to me send 2 Judge not thy servant Lord be thou his guide For in thy sight none shall be justifi'd 3 For foes pursu'd my life smite me to ground I 've dwelt in darkness like men dead I 'm found 4 My spirit 's over-whelm'd and eke my heart Within me 's desolate there 's no whole part 5 I 'm mindfull of times past and meditate Thy works on which with hands thou didst create 6 To thee O Lord stretch forth mine hand did I My soul thirsts after thee in Land most dry 7 Me hear my heart fails hide not th' face from me Lest like to those that go to pit I be 8 Cause me to hear thy love I trust in thee Lift up my soul to walk aright teach me 9 Me keep O Lord from all mine enemies And eke me hide from those ' gainst me arise 10 Thou art my God thou' rt good teach me thy will Th' Land of uprightness lead me into still 11 Raise me for thy Names sake O Lord my King For th' justice sake my soul from trouble bring 12 All them that me afflict O Lord destroy For I 'm thy servant thou' rt my onely joy PSAL. CXLIV 1 BLest be the Lord my strength who by his might My hands doth teach to war fingers to fight 2 My goodness strength deliverer and shield In whom I trust he makes my people yeeld 3 Lord what is man that thou dost knowledge take Of him and his and wilt not them forsake 4 Man is most like to vanity and 's day Is like a shaddow that doth passe away 5 The heavens bow O Lord descend the same The Mountains touch and they shall smoke like flame 6 Light'ning cast forth and scatter them abroad Shoot out thy darts and them destroy O God 7 Send down thine hand O Lord deliver me From waters great from strangers set me free 8 Whose subtill mouth of vanity doth speak And whose right hand doth into falshood break 9 I 'le sing a song most new to God on high With ten string instruments thee praise will I. 10 'T is he Salvation that to Kings doth give Who David keeps from sword makes him to live 11 Rid me from children strange I thee intreat Whose mouth is vanity whose hand deceit 12 That our sons may as plants grow up not fade And Daughters eke as palaces be made 13 Our garners that with store they may be found And that our sheep in streets may much abound 14 That Oxen for our labour may be strong Besieg'd by none none in our streets do wrong 15 In such a case who 're found blest are all they Yea happy're those whose Gods the Lord their stay PSAL. CXLV 1 FOr ever-more O Lord I 'le blesse thy Name O God my King I will extoll the same 2 Yea ev'ry day I will advance thy praise I thee will blesse both now and eke alwayes 3 Great is the Lord to be advanced high Unsearchable his goodness 'bove the skie 4 From age to age all praise thy mighty deeds And tell what wondrous acts from thee proceeds 5 Of th' glorious honour of thy Majesty I 'le speak and of thy wondrous works most high 6 Th' might of thy dreadfull acts men shall lay bare And I my self thy greatness will declare 7 They 'l utter much goodness of thee their King They of thy righteousness aloud shall sing 8 God gracious is he hath compassion store To anger slow he'th mercy ever-more 9 He 's good to all his mercy tender is O're all his works for all the earth is his 10 O Lord thy works for ever shall thee praise Saints shall not cease thy Name to bless alwayes 11 Of th' glorious
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
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
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
they be 5 They 've mouths but speak not eyes but cannot see 6 They having ears hear not we know full well They noses have yet have no sense to smell 7 They hands but feel not feet but they walke not There 's none of them that speaketh through his throat 8 They that them make are like unto them just And so is ev'ry one that in them Trust 9 O Is-ra-el trust in the Lord alway He is their help that trust in him for ay 10 O house of Aaron trust ye in his Name 11 For he 's their help and shield that do the same 12 God hath been mindeful of us he 'l us bless To Israel Aarons house he 'l do no less 13 Who fears the Lord our God he 'l bless them all Who ere they be let them be great or small 14 The Lord he shall increase you more and more Both you and yours you children shall have store 15 You are the blessed of the Lords say I Which made the earth and eke the Heavens high 16 The highest Heavens are the Lord 's above The earth to men he gives of his free love 17 The dead praise not the Lord neither do they That into silence do go down that way 18 But we will bless the Lord our God alway Praise ye the Lord from this time forth for ay PSAL. CXVI 1 I Love the Lord because he hears my voyce I am his Suppliant he is my choice 2 He hath me heard therefore on him I 'le call And whil'st I live make him my all in all 3 Hells pains and eke deaths sorrows set me round Nought sorrow but and trouble there I found 4 Upon the Lords great Name then did I call I pray thee Lord my soul free from this thrall 5 God gracious is to mercy bent is he 6 He simple keeps I low was he rais'd me 7 O thou my soul return unto thy rest God hath much kindness unto thee exprest 8 For thou deliv'red hast my soul from thrall Mine eyes from tears and eke my feet from fall 9 In land of living 'fore the Lord I 've walk't 10 I have believ'd was griev'd therefore I 've talk't 11 In haste I thus said All men liars be 12 What shall I render God for 's gifts to me 13 The wholesome cup of saving health I 'le take Unto the Lords great Name my pray'r I 'le make 14 Unto the Lord my God I 'le pay my vow In presence of his people even now 15 The death of those in whom God takes delight Most precious are in his most glorious sight 16 Thy Servant Lord I am I do confess Thine Hand-maides Son thou 'st loos'd me from distress 17 The sacrifice of prayer I 'le offer thee Thy Name shall still be call'd upon by me 18 Unto the Lord my God I 'le pay my vow In presence of his people even now 19 In all the Courts and Temples of the Lord Let Sion praise his Name with one accord PSAL. CXVII 1 O All ye Nations to the Lord give praise All ye his folk both now and eke alwayes 2 For he is mercifull his truth for ay Indures praise ye the Lord therefore I say PSAL. CXVIII 1 GIve thanks to God for he is good alway His mercy doth indure both now and ay 2 Let Israel say his mercy lasts for ay 3 And eke the same let Aarons houshold say 4 Those that fear God even now let them say That he his mercy eke indures for ay 5 I call'd on God in grief he answerd me In place most large he also set me free 6 The Lord is on my side I will not be Afraid what man or beast can do to me 7 God takes my part with those that do help me My wish on them that hate me I shall see 8 'T is better to believe the Lord most just In Princes great then to confide or trust 9 'T is better to believe in God most just In Princes great then to confide or trust 10 All Nations living compas't me about But in the Name of God I 'le them blot out 11 They all beset me compast me about But in the Name of God I 'le blot them out 12 They came 'bout me like Bees but in Gods Name I quench't their fiery thorns I 'le ' stroy the same 13 That I might fall thou sore hast thrust at me But God he helpt and eke deliv'red me 14 The Lord is my defence my strength and song And he also my Saviour is most strong 15 In th' dwellings of the just there 's health and joy The Lords right hand triumpheth valiantly 16 The right hand of the Lord 's exalted high For his right hand things worketh valiantly 17 I shall not die but live and all abroad Declare the wondrous workes ev'n of our God 18 The Lord my God hast chastened me sore But unto death he hath not g'ven me o're 19 Open the Gates of Righteousness alwayes I 'le enter them the Lord alone to praise 20 Gods Gate in which the just to enter are 21 I 'le give thee praise for thou hast heard my pray'r 22 The stone which builders oft-times did refuse Is now become the cheif stone which men use 23 This is the doing of the Lord most high It marvellous doth seem ev'n in our eye 24 This is the day which God the Lord hath made We will rejoyce and eke in it be glad 25 Save now my God O Lord beseech thee I I thee beseech send us prosperity 26 Who comes i' th' Name of God blessed is he Out of Gods holy house blest you have we 27 He who hath shewn us light is God the Lord On th' Altars hornes binde th' Sacrifice with cord 28 Thou art my God I will shew forth thy praise Thou art my God I 'le thee exalt alwayes 29 Give thanks to God for he is good alway His mercy doth indure both now and ay PSAL. CXIX 1 BLest are the undefiled in the way Who daily walk i' th' Law of God their stay 2 Blest are all they from 's Laws that ne're depart But him to seek do wholly bend their heart 3 They do no wicked thing nor go astray But daily walk uprightly in his way 4 Thou hast commanded us O Lord on high Thy Precepts for to keep not go a-wry 5 O that my wayes directed were by thee To keep the Statutes thou prescribest me 6 Then shall no shame o're cloud me when I shall My self give up to keep thy Precepts all 7 I will thee praise with uprightnesse of heart When I 've thy judgements learn'd I 'le ne're depart 8 Thy Statutes all Lawes also keep will I O Lord my God leave me not utterly BETH 9 By what meanes shall a young man's life amend By setting's self on Gods laws to attend 10 I have thee sought with my whole heart alway From thy Commandments never let me stray 11 Thy word hath still been hid within my heart Nor hath transgression caus'd me
to depart 12 O blessed Lord to me thy Law lay bare 13 My lips thy judgements all they do declare 14 Thy testimonies in I much rejoyce Above all treasures I make them my choice 15 I meditate thy law in all my dayes And have respect will I unto thy wayes 16 I will delight my self thy Statutes in And not forget thy word that were a sin GIMEL 17 Let me thy servant of thy bounties taste That I may live and not thy word off cast 18 Open mine eyes that so I may behold The wondrous things which thy word hath foretold 19 On earth I am a stranger do not hide Thy Law from me that still in truth would ' bide 20 My soul breakes for the longing that it hath Unto thy judgements even in thy path 21 Thou hast rebuk't the proud they cursed be Which erre from thy Commandements and from thee 22 From me remove reproach contempt O Lord For I still with thy precepts do accord 23 Princes did sit and oft against me speak Yet will not I thy Servant thy Laws break 24 Thy Testimonies in delight I 'le have And take them for my Counsellors to th' grave DALETH 25 My soul doth cleave unto the dust O Lord Quicken thou me according to thy word 26 I eke declared have thy wayes abroad Thou hast me heard teach me thy way O God 27 Teach me O Lord thy Precepts all to know And so I shall thy wondrous works forth shew 28 My soul for grief doth melt away I see According to thy Word strengthen thou me 29 O Lord make me a lying tongue refuse And let me know how I thy Law may use 30 Thy ways of Truth I alwayes made my choice Thy Judgement 's in my view I heard thy voice 31 I 've stuck unto thy Statutes and thy Name Therefore O Lord see me not put to shame 32 For I will run the way of thy Commands When thou 'st inlarg'd my heart and eke my hands HE 33 The way of thy Commands O Lord me teach So shall I keep them ever without breach 34 Me knowledge give thy laws shall ne're depart From me I will them keep with my whole heart 35 Make me O Lord thy paths in walk upright For I in them will set my whole delight 36 Incline mine heart thy Lawes with to accord And eke from avarice defend me Lord. 37 Lord let mine eyes no vanity behold But in thy way O Lord let me be bold 38 Stablish thy Word unto thy servant here Who is devoted even to thy fear 39 Turn back the shame of which I am afraid Thy Judgements good are Lord thou art mine aid 40 After thy precepts Lord I much do long Thy Righteousness in therefore make me strong VAU 41 Thy mercies let come to me eke O Lord Let me have health according to thy Word 42 So shall I answer him that is unjust Who me Reproacht for in thy Word I trust 43 Quite from my mouth take not of truth the word For I have hoped in thy judgements Lord. 44 So shall I keep thy law continually 45 Thy Law I seek I 'le walk at liberty 46 Thy Testimony of I 'le speak 'fore Kings I 'le not ashamed be of thy wondrous things 47 In thy Commandments I 'le my self delight Which I have loved I will walk upright 48 Thy Lawes unto my hands I 'le lift on high And thy Statutes in practise put will I. ZAIN 49 Remember thou unto thy servant th' Word In which thou hast caus'd me to trust O Lord. 50 This is my comfort in my misery For thine own Word hath oft times quickened me 51 I greatly scorned am ev'n by the proud Yet from thy Law my self I 've never bow'd 52 Of old thy judgements I 've thought on O Lord I 've comforted my self still in thy Word 53 Horror hath took hold on me ' cause I saw The wicked thee forsake and eke thy Law 54 Thy Statutes Lord have been my dayly song When as in Pilgrimage I went along 55 By night I have remembred thy Name I 've kept thy Law Lord let me not have shame 56 This favour I obtain'd because I did His precepts keep and from them never slid CHETH 57 Thou art my strength and portion eke O Lord I oft have said that I would keep thy Word 58 I did thy grace intreat with my whole minde Like to thy Word let me thy mercy find 59 I 've tri'd my life and eke my secret heart My feet unto thy Law I did convert 60 I made great haste in no wise would I stay Thy precepts all I keep without delay 61 The wicked for their prey me 'fore them set Yet would I not thee nor thy Law forget 62 At mid-night I 'le arise and thanks give thee Because of thy just judgements towards me 63 I am a friend to those that fear thy Name And eke that fear thy precepts without shame 64 The earth is full thy mercy of alway Teach me thy Statutes Lord both now and ay TETH 65 Thou hast dealt well thy servant with O Lord According to thy promise in thy word 66 Me judgement good and knowledge eke me teach For I have kept thy precepts without breach 67 Before I punisht was I went astray But now I 've kept thy word and will for ay 68 Thou art good dost good and art just O Lord Teach me thy Statutes and thy holy Word 69 The proud ' gainst me they forged heavily But with whole heart thy precepts keep will I. 70 Their heart 's as fat as grease yet are they slight But in the Law of God I much delight 71 'T is good for me that I afflicted was That I thereby may learn to give thee praise 72 The Law of thee is far unto me more Than if I had of gold and silver store JOD 73 Thy hands have made me and me framed eke Me knowledge give that I thy Law may seeke 74 They that thee fear to see me will rejoyce ' Cause I have hoped in thy glorious voyce 75 I know the judgements are most right of thee And that in faithfulness thou 'st punish't me 76 Thy mercy shew a comfort for O Lord Thy Servant to according to thy word 77 Thy mercy shew me both by day and night That I may live thy law is my delight 78 Let th'proud be sham'd who wrong me without cause But I will meditate still on thy laws 79 Let those that fear thee turn and eke me own And that have eke thy testimonies known 80 My heart let sound be in thine holy Law That make me break it may no shame nor awe CAPH 81 My soul doth faint for thy salvation great But I still hope in thee in my retreat 82 Mine eyes me fail for thine own word and say When wilt thou comfort me and be my stay 83 For I am dry'd like bottle in smoke set Yet do I not thy Statutes Lord forget 84 Teach me what number of my dayes