Sion in Prayer to God 1. BE mindful thou of all our Woes whose Throne In Heaven is on our reproach look down 2. The Land thou gav'st us to Possess is Till'd By Heathens and our Houses with them fill'd 3. No King we have our Cities all are left As mournful Widows of their Loves bereft 4. We can't fetch Water from the Chrystal Spring Nor Fuel get unless its price we bring 5. Our Necks are with a grievous Bondage prest Wearied we are and can obtain no rest 6. We have for Bread implored Egypts Aid And a firm League with wicked Ashur made 7. Our Fathers have transgrest and are no more We their Transgressions and our own have bore 8. Servants have rul'd and had o're us command None would us free from their imperious Hand 9. We ran the hazard of our lives for Meat Because the Sword around did for us wait 10. Our Skin did black as is the Oven look Because lank-Famine rag'd in ev'ry nook 11. They forc'd the Wives in Sion and in wild And burning Lust their lovely Maids defil'd 12. They hang'd our Princes up and had no care To honour them who Priests or Aged were 13. They made the Young-Men labour at the Mill With weighty Burdens did the Children kill 14. No Law-dispensing-Elder now doth sit In Sions Gate nor 's Musick heard in it 15. The Joy and Pleasure of our Heart is fled Our Daunce we now in mournful Measures Tread 16. The State and glory of our Realm is gone Wo to us for our Sins have it undone 17. For this our Hearts are Faint our Griefs increase And for these things our Eyes ne're Weeping cease 18. But chiefly for that Sion fam'd of Old To be thy Joy is now the Foxes hold 19. But why O Lord thou sole Eternal One Who hast an everlasting settled Throne 20. Do'st thou so long forget and leave us here And to our Out-cries wilt not lend an Ear 21. Turn thou Lord and we shall turned be And let us have the Days we once did see 22. But thou hast cast us off thine angry look Shows that thou hast thy Sion quite forsook CONCLVSION THus hath my Pen through various Troubles past Traverst the Woes of Sion and at last Unto the end of her Complaint is come Grant that our Sion may not find her Doom In Thee we hope in Thee we Trust alone To thee we fly save us Thou Mighty One This Favour from our Princes can't be had Thou only can'st preserve and make us glad A Prayer for the Church ETernal God to whom all Knees shall bow Unto whose goodness we our Beings owe How have we all from thy Commandments Following our vain Imagination Hast thou not seen thy Mercies slighted all gone Thy Laws and Judgments in contempt to fall And heard how we with impious Mouths have said There is no God no God who hath us made I cannot Lord but tremble when I muse On these our fearful Sin nor can I chuse But burst into a sad and doleful Cry What merit we for our Impiety We here deserve to feel thy heaviest Doom And those eternal Flames i' th' World to come But thou who art an ever gracious God To anger slow unwilling with thy Rod To grieve the Sons of Men who ready art Fully to pardon the returning heart But a consuming Fire that will burn The Soul that will not be induc'd to turn Make us sincerely sorrowful for all Make us sincerely sorrowful for all Our crying Sins that for thy Vengeance call Forgive us all our secret and our known Transgressions which we against thee done And grant that we may willingly no more Provoke thy furious Wrath as heretofore And since our Hearts are in thy Hands O Lord Make them obed'ent to thy Will and Word Send into ev'ry Breast that peaceful Dove Thy holy and eternal Sp'rit of Love To rule and lead us in the way of Peace Whose end is everlasting Happiness That for the future there may not arise Amongst us baneful Animosities Be gracious to thy Church and scatter all That dayly seek and Plot to make her Fall Make them to perish in their strange device And never rise to work her Miseries But let thy Goodness and thy Mercies flow Upon her Head with her always go And since a dismal Cloud with frowning Brow Hovers o're thy despised Sion now O let thy Goodness a quick-piercing-Ray Send down and chase this direful Cloud away That it upon her may not fall and we For our Offences thereby Ruin'd be But chiefly Lord we here do thee invoke To save her from Romes hateful hellish Yoke Let not that Man of Sin wh ' exalts his Throne Above the Powers that on Earth are known Subject her to his most imperious Sway And make her to his Avarice a Prey Infat'ate his Designs and on him lay The Mischiefs purpos'd to Her day by day Cover with thy out-stretched Wings the Great And Gracious Sov'raign of our Church State In spight of those who rage and cursing stand To see the Scepter flourish in his Hand Preserve his sacred Life and make them all Who seek his Ruine by his Hand to fall Here Crown him with a long and blessed Peace And when he Dyes with endless Happiness Bless likewise those who at thy Altar serve Grant that their Lips may right'ous Truths preserve Let both their Lives and Doctrins be sincere And let them like the Stars shine bright and clear Bless all inferiour Ministers of State Fill them with wholsome Justice in the Gate Let well weigh'd Judgment from their Mouths proceed And not the name of Friend or Foe to heed Be good to all thy People ev'ry where And keep them in thy Faith and in thy Fear Convert the unconverted make us all To own one Shepheard and to know his Call Then we thy People who to thee belong From day to day will with a thankful Song Set forth thy Praise and to the World declare How great thy Goodness and thy Mercies are POEMS ON SEVERAL Occasions By the same Hand LONDON Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden 1680. Poems on several Occasions The Sinners Wish AH could I Lord at thy blest Hands Receive a Freedom from my Bands From killing Sins and worldly-Cares From future Torments dismal Fears Were I as certain of thy Love As Angels that enjoy 't above Beauty with her bewitching-Smiles VVhich Fetters Millions with her Wiles Should ne're embrace me in her Arms I 'de stand unconquer'd at her Charms Those wealthy Treasures of the Shoar The costly Gems the glitt'ring Oar These I 'de contemn upon this score That I might Heavens Treasures know And when I dye may thither go Say Lord the Word and 't shall be so On Lazarus rais'd Lord THe Grave obey'd Deaths Bands did fall Asunder at thy pow'rful Call And all those faithless Lookers on Beheld his Resurrection Such charming Rhet'rick's in thy Voice The Dead Revive the
Sad Rejoyce And the lov'd Laz'rus did return From the close Prison of his Urn. As thou was pleas'd to raise from dust His sensless Carkass so I trust Thou 'lt call my Soul from ev'ry trust And from this earthly Prison free It to a glorious Liberty To Death 1. SInce Adam sinn'd and by that fatal Fall Gave thee a Sov'raign Power over all It is decreed we must obey thy Call 2. To thy dark Cell when thou command'st I 'le go Since my dear Lord hath trod that Path I know No Terrors I shall meet in th' Shades below 3. Pale Fear adieu go find some other Breast For thine abode ne're think that thou shalt rest Within my Bosom I 'le have no such Guest 4. And since it is decreed my Body must Return from whence it had it's Birth at first Pronounce thy Sentence discharge thy Trust 5. But know thy conq'ring-Dart in time will fly Into thy cruel-cruel-Heart then thou shalt dye But ne're with me enjoy Eternity 6. Yet I declare thou art my real Friend Since from this earthly Prison thou dost send My Soul unto those Joys which have no end The Morning Sacrifice 1. NO sooner doth the chearful Light Dispel the Horrours of the Night But like the Lark my Soul aloft Mounts to her God in Notes most soft Recounts to Him with great delight All her past Mercies of the Night 2. And since thou dearest Lord do'st prize A thankful Heart since in thine Eyes It is of value ev'ry day This grateful Tribute I will pay And 't were a madness since no more Thou do'st exact to run o' th' Score 3. For O my Soul what more befits Thee to return for benefits Than what the Angels do always Chant forth his most deserved Praise Who ev'ry dawn doth give new Birth To all thy solid Joys on Earth On Reprobation 1. I Cannot think my God thou didst create Some Men on purpose for no happier State Than endless Torments which shall know no date 2. Nor dare I own a thought that Christ did dye Only for Some not All intention'lly These Doctrines I abhor most perfectly 3. That Man the noblest of thy Works should be By thee design'd for endless Misery To shew thy Justice and thy Sov'raignty 4. My Soul shall never entertain a thought Of so much horrour of that God who sought Our Restauration and redemption bought 5. When all along thou promises do'st make To all Mankind who will their Sins forsake Thou wilt forgive shall I thy Word not take 6. Yes Lord I will though boldly some declare Thy known and secret Will so diff'rent are When thou say'st live thou ne're intend'st to spare 7. 'T is strange they should some few dark places wrest To speak their Sense when Lord thou dost protest Such thoughts were never harbour'd in thy Breast 8. How vile's that Man whose heart doth not agree With 's Tongue good God and just how is' t that we What Man 's asham'd of attribute to thee 9. What in my heart I think to All I 'le tell Such contradictions sure can never dwell With perfect Purity their Mansion's Hell 10. Were I to represent to th' publick-View A Devil Hypocrite or Trayt'rous Jew I would delineate them as these do you 11. What strange presumption do these Gnosticks show To make as if they did thy Secrets know Which none can tell who doth converse below 12. In thy most sacred Writ 't is manifest There 's none excluded all Men may be blest If they are willing with eternal Rest 13. For thou art good and gracious unto all Long-suffering to us Sinners and dost call All to repentance would'st have none to fall 14. And for this purpose Christ for all did dye He hath affirm'd this Truth who cannot lye To doubt of which confronts Divinity 15. Most safe it is to rest on this belief Most satisfactory it eases Grief And yields a poor desponding Soul relief A Meditation on Mans Folly LOrd what a foolish thing is Man How fond is he of Toys How doth he spend that little Span Of his in empty Joys But for that precious Soul of his He takes no future care To fit it for immortal Bliss Such thoughts too serious are Himself to ev'ry pleasure gives And drowns his Soul in Lust In all destructive Sins he lives Till levell'd with the Dust Give me O Lord that pious care And that obsequious love That all my Actions may declare I seek that place above Where we from Sin exempt shall be From Sorrow and from Tears And where no Trouble we shall see Nor frighted be with Fears A Vow I Vow Lord give me grace no beauteous smile No Wedg nor Honor shall my Soul beguile From strict obedience no not all the art Of the seducing Fiend shall tempt my Heart Though all the Glories of the World should be Amass'd together in one Treasury And by him tender'd yet I would not bow To his damn'd Scepter but I 'de keep my Vow Deus mi. BLess me with peace of Conscience And in my Soul with innocence Love of my God and dearest Friends And my Ambition hath its ends This Lord 's the All I must confess I dare on Earth call happiness I limit not thy Providence To act according to my sence Dispose of me as thou think'st fit And make my Will to thine submit Domine Jesu 1. THe Vertue of that Balm which did distill From thy pierc'd side infuse into my Will That thy good pleasure here I may fulfill 2. Make me to Thee as to the Center move Each thought and act refine inslame my love To all thy ways that I may faithful prove 3. And since to thee the Cross must be my guide That joy which made thee make me to abide Its weight till I in Paradise reside To a young Person that was about to Vow Celibacy 1 Tim. Chap. 5. Ver. 14. I will therefore that the younger Women marry bear Children guide the House give none occasion to the Adversary to speak reproachfully SHe who her Reason lays aside And Superstition makes her Guide Can never hope by that false Light To do an action that is right In all religious Duties know Most principally e're we Vow Right Reason should be sought unto Those which endure her rigid Test Them to embrace and leave the rest Then must thou love that state as best Which God in Paradise hath blest There Marr'age took its early Date There they began to Procreate Gen. 2.18 1.21 A single Life He did foresee Was inconvenient Multiply The great Creator did command And what he Wills none should withstand Had not his Wisdom lik'd by far The marryed Life though link'd to care As tending to a nobler end Than Celibacy can pretend Thy Sex had never had its Birth Thy Being was to Man the Earth And not to live a strict Recluse Neither to God or Man of use Is it in thee a pious part The great Design of Heav'n to thwart To vow a
The joyful Mary came and did declare How she had seen the Lord and likewise what He did command but they believ'd her not When in the Ev'ning of that day they were Assembled with the Doors close shut for fear Of the malicious Jews in Jesus came They knew not how anâ—â—â—hers saâ—uted them Peace be unto you when he had so said They trembling stood most terribly affraid Concluding that it could not Jesus be But a delusion which they tâ—ere did see Yet when he show'd his Hands and wounded Side Those Marks which he receiv'd when Crucify'd The Souls rejoyc'd and all with one accord Acknowledg'd him to be their Sov'raign Lord. He therefore to confirm their Faith begun T' expound the Scriptures which had long foreshown His cruel Death and Resurrection And by his Spirit made them plainly see The full import of ev'ry Prophecy And now farewell said he yet 'fore I go The same Commission I do give to you Which I receiv'd to plant a Church I came Do ye succeed me and compleat the same Be of good comfort to assist you here I 'le send you down the blessed Comforter But here attend ye till he doth come down Then did he go and breath on ev'ry one And by so doing did his Followers fit For that unerring guide the Holy Sp'rit Which at the Feast of Pentecost came down And sate like flaming-Fire on ev'ry one He gave the Keys of Heav'ns glorious Gate Into their Hands to Excommunicate The stubborn Sinner to absolve or bind They Power had as they just cause did find But Thomas called Dydimus the Twin Who was not with them when the Lord came in Now being come they up and told him how Jesus had with them been but even now But he declar'd unless his Eyes did see And Hands did touch his Wounds he 'd faithless be When his Disciples that day sev'nights were Met at their usual Place to joyn in Pray'r The Lord of Life the second time did come They knew not how into the close-shut Room Thomas said he since you will not believe Your Fellow-Servants that I am alive Except your Hands do touch and Eyes do see Those cruel Marks bestow'd on me Behold my Wounds thy Fingers thrust into This Side of mine and be not faithless now My Lord and God! said Thomas now I know And am convin'd the very God art thou Had'st thou before believ'd what thou hast seen Thy Faith said Jesus had then nobler been Than now it is my blessing I do give To them who see me not and yet believe His Ascension Full forty days th' Eternal Son of God After he rose again on Earth abode Teaching his Followers what they ought to do To make the World his Fathers Will to know And now just ready to ascend his Throne To take possession of his purchas'd Crown He went unto Mount Olivet with them Sev'n Furlongs distant from Jerusalem Upon whose lofty Brow with Hands lift high Unto the sacred Throne of Majesty He blessed them which having done a bright And shining Cloud convey'd him from their sight Up to the glorious Seat of Bliss where He Triumphant sits to all Eternity To the Eternal Three above Father Son and Spirit of Love By all the glorious Host in Heav'n And Men on Earth be Glory giv'n On Christ's Sufferings LOrd what is Man that thou from Bliss Where Love in full perfection is Should'st send thy Son thine only One To be contemn'd and spit upon To be the abject and the scorn Of ev'ry Villain to be torn With cruel Rods to be revil'd And live as 't were a live exil'd And after all this ignomy To hang on the accursed Tree That the eternal God above Should chuse this way to show his love To such as we who do return Instead of gratitude our scorn That he his only Son should send To suffer an inglorious end And make the Innocent to be An Offering for Impiety It raises wonder but 't was so Jesus did all this undergo Not by compulsion 't was his choice He suffer'd that we might rejoyce All this he did for to regain Lost Souls from an eternal pain And Jesus shall not we express Our thanks to thee for happiness Had'st thou not dy'd we had remain'd As Satans Victims ever chain'd No act of ours could e're have wrought That Reconcilement thou hast bought With thy dear Blood thou Heav'ns Rage Did'st fully with thy Death asswage Such obligations Lord should move Our stony-stony-hearts to melt with Love And in the strictest duty bind To thee the Souls of all Man-kind CANTATE DOMINO CANTICVM NOVUM Praise the Lord up on the harp sing to the harp with a psalm of thanksgiving EIGHTEEN OF David's PSALMS PARAPHRAS'D By the same Hand LONDON Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden 1680. Eighteen of Davids Psalms Paraphras'd PSALM 22. MY God my God! Why am I left Helpless in my distress bereft Of that protection I have had Why are my Foes with Conquest clad I call and weep both day and night To thee my God to thee for right But O my Crys and Tears are vain There 's no redress no ease of pain All this shall not discourage me Since I do know thou just wilt be And true to ev'ry promise Thou Hast bound thy Self to me by Vow And though Thou let'st mine Enemys Insult and deaf art to my Crys Yet Lord thou holy art and still Deserv'st the praise of Israel Our Fathers they rely'd on thee Thou Lord wast their security When dangers did their Souls surround To thee they call'd and freedom found But I my Foes most deadly scorn With patience hitherto have born The vulgar and ignobler sort Do make my misery their sport In an insulting way they cry Let his Salvation now draw nigh He trusted in the Lord that he Would help him in adversity Let him stretch out his arm and save If either strength or pow'r he have But Lord their scorn and cruelty Shall not dismay or trouble me Since I have always found thine arm Able to rescue me from harm Since from the Womb I came alone Thou hast been my Salvation And from my Mothers tender Breast My God my hope wert and my rest Now be not far from me but save Permit not the triumphing Grave Insaâ—â—te as my cruel-Foes My Life untimely to enclose Redeem my Soul there 's none I know Except my God can help me now For I am close besieg'd and brought To that distress I can't get out Like as a rav'ning Lyon doth Roaring pursue with open mouth The helpless Creature that he may Affrighted fall and be his Prey So do my Foes threaten and rave To bring my Soul unto the Grave So week and feeble I am grown Wasted to nothing ev'ry bone Disjoynted from its place doth start Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart And as a Potsheard so my strength Is dryed up my Tongue at length Cleaves to my Jaws my earthly-Frame
Is now returning whence it came For the blood-thirsty have beset And clos'd me round my Hands and Feet They have transfixt distended on The shameful Cross I ev'ry Bone Can truly count as if I were A Monster they upon me stare And having got me in their Toyl They reckon all I have their Spoil They part my Garments but the Lot Is cast upon my seamless Coat Contented rather than it tear The whole should go to one Mans share But be not far from me O Lord My chiefest strength thy help afford And from these bloody-Men set free Thine only One O rescue me And as in former time thine Ear Hath open been unto my pray'r Be ready now my Life to save From the devouring Jaws o' th' Grave Then in the Congregation I Will sing thy praise contin'ally And to thy Faithful there declare How great thy Love and Mercies are Ye Seed of Jacob spend your days In Songs of Thanks and hearty Praise For he hath not despis'd my Pray'r When in Affliction but his Ear Hath been attentive and his Face He hath not vail'd in my disgrace All my discourses Lord shall be Of these thy Favours shown to me My Vows within thine House I 'le pay Among the Faithful that they may Joyn in Devotion and each one Send up their thanks unto thy Throne Remembring that in times of want Thou evermore art pleas'd to grant Unto the poor when they do call Refreshments to rejoyce them all Those Nations who thy Laws do scorn When they hear this shall to thee turn And joyntly yield with one accord To worship thee as Supreme Lord For thou art Governour of all And all must to thy Footstool fall Those thou hast fill'd with good shall bow And they who to the Pit do go Who none of all thy VVonders know Their Seed shall serve thee they thy worth And righteousness shall warble forth From age to age shall be made known This that thou Lord for me hast done That all men may as well as I Confide in thee for Victory PSALM 23. 1. THe Lord my Shepheard is whose care Doth over me preside No want nor any tort'ring fear Shall long with me abide 2. He into flow'ry Meads doth bring Me where I feed all day And leads me to the bubling Spring Where I my thirst allay 3. His Spirit doth my Soul revive And for his Name-sake he Doth gently lead me while I live In paths of Piety 4. Though I should greatly be distrest O're-whelm'd in deep despair On thy protection Lord I 'd rest And would no evil fear 5. For thou my Shepherd art thy Sheep Thou never do'st neglect My Soul thou wilt from danger keep And safely me protect 6. In presence of envious Foes Thou do'st my Table spread My Cup with sprightly Wine o're-flows Sweet Oyls anoint my Head 7. Mercy and Truth in a full Tyde Shall ever follow me Within thine House I will reside And sing my praise of thee PSALM 25. 1. MY God in deep distress I lift my Soul to thee There 's none so timely can redress As thou my misery 2. Since I my trust repose In thee my sure defence Exalt my name lest that my Foes Deride my confidence 3. Shame none who love thy Laws Let the perfideous be Cloath'd with contempt who without cause contemn thy Saints and Thee 4. Each minute I implore Thy special Grace O show Thy Servant how he evermore Thy sacred Will may do 5. Keep me as thou hast done In thine unerring way Thou God of my Salvation Permit me not to stray 6. But call to mind that love And bounty I have seen A God of tender mercies prove As thou of old hast been 7. As for those days I spent In Sins of high degrees Remember not now I repent Those grand impurities 8. But as thy mercy 's great Let thy compassions shine Upon a wretched Profligate Who humbly now is thine 9. Thou art most good and just And 't is thy glory Lord To teach transgressors how they must Conform unto thy Word 10. All those who humble are In Judgment he will guide From vertuous paths he doth declare Their Feet shall never slide 11. His mercy ever lives His truth doth never dye Of these the fruits he ever gives To his continually 12. Forgive me then O Lord Those Sins of high degree Which I have wrought O loose the Cord Of mine Iniquity 13. Who dreads to disobey The Lord will not refuse To teach that man the saving way His Soul should always chuse 14. His Barns and Coffers shall Enjoy the richest store His Seed shall here inherit all He leaves and ten times more 15. Nor will he e're conceal Those duties he should do What is of moment to reveal He shall be sure to know 16. So now what ever strait Attends my wandring Feet On my Salvation I will wait who 'l free me from the Net 17. Thy help I now implore Have mercy Lord on me Make bare thine Arm as heretofore For I have need of thee 18. Free me in my distress The pressures of my heart Do ev'ry minute Lord encrease O show thy saving art 19. Forgive those Sins which are The cause of all this hate Which my malicious Foes declare My ease commiserate 20. For dayly they encrease And hate mine innocence Unjustly they disturb my peace Chastise their insolence 21. And in thine arms infold My Soul which trusts in thee Mine innocence O God uphold As thou hast promis'd me 22. O free thine Israel From troubles which inclose His habitations make him dwell Secure amidst his Foes PSALM 31. 1. IN thee O Lord I place my trust Bow down thine Ear and from the Grave Preserve my Life as thou art just And shew thy mighty Arm can save O let me never suffer shame For my affiance in thy Name 2. Be thou my Rock and Castle strong When any threat'ning storms appear Where I may rest secure from wrong Till all the Clouds dispersed are Direct and guide me all my days Through all the Lab'rinths of my ways 3. Into thy hands I do commit My very Soul redeem'd by thee Enlarge my Feet from out the Net In secret laid to mischief me Thou know'st O Lord thou God of truth Thine I have been up from my youth 4. In thee the Saviour of the Just Not in the Gentile Vanities I have repos'd my chiefest trust Lord I abhor their practices And always thought their Auguries And Divinations to be lies 5. All my delight and joy shall be To reckon up thy mercies shown In Troubles thou hast thought on me And set my Feet in a large room Free from the rage of all my Foes Whose malice did my Life inclose 6. Yet I no end of trouble know I sigh and mourn my years away My Sins have brought me very low For want of Flesh my Bones decay Mine Eye it is consum'd with grief Have mercy Lord and send relief 7. For I am made the mirth and scorn
As well of Friends as Enemies They count me as a man forlorn Because thou deaf art to my cries Strangers and Friends as men affraid Fly from me and withdraw their Aid 8. Like as a man that 's dead and gone Or as a Potters broken Pot Fit for no use I 'm look'd upon Thrown out of Doors and quite forgot But show thy skill and save my Soul As thou hast broke so make me whole 9 Lord I have heard the slaundrous lyes And scoffs of my invet'rate Foes Up in Rebellion they devise To cut me off but interpose For I have put my trust in thee Thou art my God O rescue me 10. Thou better know'st O Lord than I When is the fittest time to send Thy ready Succours then draw nigh To all my troubles put an end Upon me make thy Face to shine And save him who was ever thine 11. For since I have addrest my Pray'rs To thee thine honour lies at stake To set me free from all my fears The Wicked who thy Laws forsake Cut off but Lord my Life defend And let confusion be their end 12. Silence the lying Lips of those Who in a proud and scornful way Asperse thy Saints the righteous Before the Sons of Men one day Thou wilt their injur'd Fames restore To their full Shine they had before 13. Under thy Wings they shall abide Secure from the Oppressours wrongs In thy Pavillion thou shalt hide And keep them safe from strife of Tongues Blest be my God whose help I found When num'rous Foes begirt me round 14. Yet I was tempted in my flight To think I should a Victim fall Though thou had'st often shown thy might Unto the furious Rage of Saul But I no sooner did address My Pray'rs to thee but found redress 15. Let all his Saints with me adore And love the Lord who doth preserve The faithful but doth evermore Reward the proud as they deserve Courage like Men but act your parts And God shall strengthen all your hearts PSALM 40. 3. FUlly resolv'd with patience to attend Until the Lord had granted my request I found at length my Pray'rs obtain'd their end He calm'd those fears which gave my Soul no rest 2. And brought me safe out of that dreadful Pit Of misery wherein I long was held As on a Rock he firmly set my feet And all my goings afterwards upheld 3. For these his Mercies I 'le extol his Name And will from day to day extol his praise Many shall fear him when they hear this same And render true obedience to his ways 4. That Soul is blest who wholly doth rely Not in the strength of Man whose frame is dust Who dis-regards the Proud and those that lye Contemns their aid but in the Lord doth trust 5. Those gracious works which thou for us hast done Should I endeavour to recount them all In order Lord I cannot set them down Not the one half to my remembrance call 6. I know full well thou do'st no pleasure take In Sacrifices or Burnt-Offerings These are but Shaddows and will prove too weak To take away the guilt of all our Sins 7. Thy Son must come and then our sins they shall By an Oblation of himself Lord be For ever pardon'd and thy Servants all From the observance of these Rites set free 8. Lo he will come O God to do thy Will To live a life most spotless in thine Eyes Thy Laws he will most perfectly fulfill And then give up himself a Sacrifice 9. Thy Righteousness and Truth as thou can'st tell And thy Salvation I have publish'd forth To all thy Saints who in thy Courts do dwell I have not hid but magnify'd thy worth 10. Do thou O God my fainting heart preserve Against those Foes who seek my overthrow And though I justly for my Sins deserve Thy greatest Plagues yet Lord thy mercies show 11. Confound with shame all those who lye at watch To take away my life do thou afford Thy timely succour and their own lives catch In those same snares which they have set O Lord. 12. As for the bitter scoffs th 'ave thrown at me Return them on themselves as their reward Let me O God their speedy ruine see And when they call let not their cries be heard 13. Then shall those pious Souls who trust in thee Rejoyce that thou art just in all thy ways Inflam'd with love they shall contin'ally Applaud thy Mercies and sing forth thy Praise 14. When I am low and in great misery Thou art my Help my Fortress and my Stay To thee O God for succour do I fly To my Salvation haste make no delay PSALM 41. 1. BLest is the Man who takes a tender care Of those who on the Bed of Sickness lye He need not in his Visitation fear But to find favour and that speedily In all his troubles God will interpose For his relief and bless him from his Foes 2. When that Diseases on his Body seize And on the Bed of Sorow he is cast Where others tumble and can find no ease Rack'd with tortures of their actions past Then will the Lord for mercies he hath shown Soften his Bed and strengthen him when down 3. I humbly therefore at the Throne of Grace Beg that the guilt of all my Sins may be For ever pardon'd hide not Lord thy face But heal my Soul as thou hast promis'd me Though I deserve thy Wrath yet love express And ev'ry thought and crooked act redress 4. My Foes a thousand ways my ruine plot Concerning me they speak maliciously When will he dye say they and be forgot Let his name perish to Eternity Before my Face none more obliging are Behind my back their hatred they declare 5. Thus underhand they secretly combine To make me odious in the Eyes of all Invention's rack'd to compass this design And Slaunders are contriv'd to work my fall Defam'd they think my Name shall never rise Under the load of all their Calumnies 6. My own familiar Friend who always eat At my own Board and in my Bosom lay Whom with the great'st endearments I did treat My most retir'd Counsels did betray But Lord restore me to my Throne and Right That their perfidious acts I may requite 7. By this I guess thou hast a love for me Because I find thy watchful Providence Hath disappointed them of Victory And hitherto preserv'd mine Innocence For which both I and all with one accord Will sing Eternal Hymns to Isr'els Lord. PSALM 51. 1. CLeanse me O Lord from that most horrid Sin Of guiltless Blood which Lust hath brought me in And from the boundless Ocean of thy Love Let not my other sins my ruine prove To such an high degree I have transgrest That wheresoe're I go I find no rest 2. And though no earthly Judge can claim a right To punish my Transgressions in thy sight I stand arraign'd and to thy Sentence must Or stand or fall as to a doom most just If to eternal
a lovely Face nor Eye Wherein we can contentment find 'T is none of all these things that can Yield solid comforts to a Man 4. It is a faithful-hearted-Friend Whose kindness to me knows no date Though Poverty should be my end Scorns to convert his Love to hate Who when I sin will always be A Faithful Monitor to me 5. Unto whose breast I dare commit A secret safe as in my own Who ne're will in angry fit Betray his Trust to any One Nor from my Interest will be Withdrawn by Frowns or Flattery 6. If such a Friend I chance to find I 'le Center all my Joys in this I have a Jewel to my mind There 's not on Earth a greater Bliss Ambition may eck on desire Mine here shall rest and soar no higer The Sensualist ALL that below this heav'nly Orb doth move For Man was made and so ordain'd above What reason is there that he should deny Himself the Pleasure to content his Eye Woman that lovely Creature here was plac'd For his delight to gaze on and to taste That fragrant Balm which on her Lips doth grow For him to wanton in her Vale below All those rich Treasures both of Sea and Land Were they not made to bow to his Command And whatsoever his vast mind doth crave Was he not freely his desires to have Then where 's the Sin or how doth he amiss If he doth use them as his pleasure is Sure Man by God above the Brutes was grac'd With Reason and for nobler ends here plac'd As Soveraign over all than to allow His Reason should to 's Will and Passions bow This never could be the Creator's thought When out of Clay this curious piece he wrought And none but Folly will pretend to own This he design'd in his Creation 'T is true that Woman by the lib'ral hand Of Heav'n was fram'd to be at Mans command So as to make a loyal loving Wife And prove a Comfort in his tedious Life But not to gaze on with a lustful Eye Much less unmarryed in her Arms to lye And though the Treasures of the wealthy Shoar And Sea are subject to Man's lordly Pow'r Yet can't he without yielding up his sense And proving guilty of an high offence Claim as a Soveraign with a wanton Hand At will to rifle both the Sea and Land And make them bow unto his boundless Lust Then own the action not to be unjust He had not his Dominion to abuse The things created for his needful use But was to have a most regardful Eye Not to enslave them to his Luxury If so there 's no Man but a Fool will say He as his pleasure is may them enjoy A Prayer 1. GReat God! whose providential Care Is over all bow down thine Ear Unto my Pray'r permit not Thou The Devil my invet'rate Foe To work my final overthrow 2. So closely on our Souls he waits With his bewitching-tempting-Baits That straight our Sensual parts we please Embrace a short and transient ease And hazard all than Flesh displease 3. With-hold not then thy saving-Grace From me my God one Minutes space Lest this my brittle House of Clay With my immortal Soul a Prey Becomes to him the damn'd obey 4. O let thy Love procure for me An easier Fate than Misery 'T is just in thee my God I know Since unto Satan's Lure I bow Not to exalt but cast me low 5. Low as that Pit of Horrours where The Damned Howl and tortur'd are Where ' midst those Flames which them torment Which ever Blaze but ne're are spent They day and night their Curses vent 6. Although my Sins these Flames deserve Yet from their lasting Heats preserve My trembling Soul this I implore Except the same thing o're and o're I know not what to ask Thee more God's Goodness and Man's Folly WHen trembling Dust with awful fear Unto thy Throne of Grace draws near And in an humble posture brings To Thee his Catalogue of Sins No sooner he imparts his Grief But thou afford'st thy quick Relief And with forgiveness ready art To ease the Sorrows of his Heart Yet rather than we will forgo Some short-liv'd-Pleasures endless Wo We fondly Court and slight that Love Which will at length our Ruine prove Whereas would we obey thy Will Not suffering ours to have their fill If we thy Laws would not refuse Nor Favours willingly abuse We should enjoy that happiness The glorious Saints in Heav'n possess An Admonition 1. SOul let thy Contemplation be On Heaven and Eternity To fix thy thoughts on this base Earth Becomes not Thee of heav'nly Birth 2. Since all these worldly-Glories quite Will like thy empty Dreams i' th' Night Vanish e're thy bright Morn doth break Why should'st thou pleasure in them take 3. When the last dreadful Trump shall all With its shril Voice to Judgment call Those who their God this World did make Must not of heav'nly Joys partake 4. The Crown of Glory only shall As a Reward to Virtue fall It never shall the Temples bind Of those who earthly things did mind The Penitent 1. I Who that precious time which thou hast lent Have dearest God! in sinful courses spent I who have chose to feed on Husks with Swine Rather than live under thy Rules Divine I thy ungracious Son unto thee home With bleeding heart weeping Eyes do come Asham'd that I so miserably have Mispent those Favours which thy bounty gave 2. And yet what reason have I to presume That e're thy Lips will pass a gentle Doom On my rebellious Life since it hath been wholly devoted to the ways of Sin No I in Justice cannot think thou'lt own Such an ungrateful Wretch to be thy Son Whose wanton Ear would never yield to hear The wholsome counsels of a Parent dear 3. But O my Father by that pow'rful word Look on thy humbled Creature and afford Some glimps of Comfort to my troubled mind And as thou stil'st thy self to be a kind And gracious Father be thou so to me Forgiving him who truly turns to Thee Look not upon me with a rig'rous Eye Of Justice but of Mercy lest I dye A Prayer before the Sacrament THou God who always tak'st delight to be Conferring good on those who trust in Thee Who from thy Bosome by eternal Doom Did'st send thy Son from whence all Joys do come To take our nature on him and to dy Th' accursed death for our Impiety Let me adore Thee for this mighty Love For this my Soul do thou obedient prove And grant dear Lord that I who humbly now Approach thine Altar to remember how And what Christ suffer'd may of Thee obtain Those dear-bought Mercies which his Death did gain I must confess when I consider Lord How I have sinn'd against thy sacred Word How oft I have refus'd to come and eat When I was summon'd to this heav'nly Treat I have not left within my troubled Breast A glimm'ring hope to be a welcome Guest Yet should I still absent should I forbear T' approach thy Table where such offers are How can I ever hope dear Christ to be Partaker of thy Love and Victory No I must never think thou 'lt own me when Thou sits in Judgment on the Sons of Men. Therefore to thee my God I come and bring My Soul and Body for an Offering Vouchsafe that at thy Hands they may a kind And gracious entertainment this day find And be enabled by thy Grace to move In the delightful Steps of holy Love Let not my Sins of Youth or riper Years Engage thee to forsake me to my Tears Have some regard and let me now partake Of thy Sons Mercies for his merits sake Amen and Amen A Farewell to the World THou glorious Nothing now adieu I 'le be no more a Slave to you Hence-forward all my time will I To a more serious Court apply Heaven and all its Joys above Shall be the Object of my Love And study of my Life each day Till I my borrow'd Earth repay And thou immortal God who art The rightful Sov'raign of my Heart Dispose my Thoughts and Actions now Strictly to keep this sacred Vow Thou know'st what mighty Foes they are I must engage with in this War The World on one hand will be sure To bring its Glories to allure And its Temptations will combine To shake this firm Resolve of mine My Flesh will all its vigour show To make me to its Dictates bow And the industr'ous-wily-Fiend Against me all his Pow'rs will bend Forces too great to be withstood By a Compound of Flesh and Blood Needs must I Faint and be subdu'd Unless with heav'nly force indu'd Yet I am fully bent to try Their Strength and Fight them till I dye And do not doubt but at my Death To have the never-fading-Wreath SOLI DEO GLORIA FINIS
care Now I am going hence protect them here I come to thee O holy Father keep From the devouring Wolves these harmless Sheep 12. O let no Errour in their Doctrin be Make them in that as thou and I agree That in the end when they their course have run They may sit down with an Immortal Crown 13. While I was with them I have lost not one But that same Rebel of Perdition Of whom the Prophet Prophecy'd to be Ordain'd of Old for this Apostacy 14. But now I come to thee yet Lord before I leave this World I publickly implore That they may always in my absence have That joy and courage which my Presence gave 15. They 'l be expos'd because they heav'nly are To Perils and Afflictions ev'ry where Where they shall Preach that Faith they had from me They 'l find the World their mortal Enemy 16. Yet I intreat thee not to take them hence But keep them safe and be their sure defence That the approaching danger may not be Of force enough to shake their Constancy 17. The World to them as well as me they 'l find Will always prove most envious and unkind Yet sanctifie them so to Preach thy Word That it may fruitful prove where-e're 't is heard 18. To preach thy Will into the World I came I have impowr'd them to do the same For them I intercede and give to thee My Self to fit them for the Ministry 19. Yet pray I not for these alone but all Who by the power of their Preaching shall Conform unto thy Word that they as we May here be one and in thy Faith agree 20. That all who yet are unconverted may Acknowledge thee and all thy Laws obey And of their gross Idolatries repent And be convinc'd that I from thee was sent 21. That Power Father which thou gav'st me here Of working Wonders my Disciples are Invested with the same grant them to be No whit inferiour in their Works to Me. 22. That by those mighty Deeds which they shall do When I am gone the stubborn World may know I came from thee that thy affections are To them as great as unto me they were 23. Father I will that all my Servants may Be where I am for ever to injoy Thy gracious Love that they may all behold The Glory which I had with thee of Old 24. O Righteous Father though the Worldly-wise Dis-own my Message and thy Love despise I know thy Will my Servants know the same From thy Eternal-Self they know I came 25. Therefore those glorious Attributes of thine And Will I have and will declare to mine All things I 'le give them which thou gav'st to me Both Wisdom Power and Fidelity On Jesus his Apprehension Examination Death Resurrection and Ascension WHen the Eternal Son these words had spoke Unto the Mount of Olives o're the Brook Of Cedron with his Followers he went Where was a Garden which they did frequent Jesus who knew the Tragedy of Sin Must in that hallow'd-Plot of Ground begin Bid his Disciples at the Door to stay And thence not move while he went in to Pray Then taking with him Peter James and John The three which once beheld th' Eternal Son Cloath'd with a dazling-Cloud of shining Light Upon the Mount that they the dismal Night Might see of Sorrow which his Soul for Sin Was in that instant to be clouded in Came to the place which he design'd should be The doleful Theatre of his Agony When to three he freely did impart What pungent Sorrows did assail his Heart Commanding them upon their Guard to stand And pray against the threatning Storms at hand Not suffering Sleep upon their Eyes to creep But a strict Watch over their Souls to keep While he the troubles of an Innocent And spotless Soul in Pray'r to Heaven sent Sad unto Death he found himself now brought When he beheld the deadly bitter draught The Cup of Vengeance flowing to the Brim Fill'd by the Hand of God and reach'd to him Then did the pressures of that monstrous Load Our crying Sins and the fierce Wrath of God Cause his most guiltless Soul to groan and bow Under the weight and purple drops to flow Down his most sacred Body through each Pore Dying his Garments and the Ground all o're On which he thrice did fall and thence sent up As oft this Pray'r Father remove this Cup With such an humble Resignation still That he submitted to his heav'ny Will. The careful Shepheard whom no Sorrows could With-hold from looking to his little Fold Betwixt the intervals of fervent Pray'r Went and awoke them who fast sleeping were And twice the Three he gently did reprove That they for him should show no greater Love Amid'st his troubles than they had exprest Sleeping while he with Sorrow was deprest But at his third return their fill of Sleep He bid them take in vain it was to keep A Watch since now what he had oft foretold Was come to pass the Son of Man was sold Into the hands of Sinners who were now Entring with that bold-Wretch who this did do His Apprehension VVhen lo the Traytor to the Garden Door VVas come and enter'd with a number more Of armed Men who by the Sanhedrim VVere order'd as a Guard to wait on him Jesus who this and all things else foreknew Instead of flying meets the armed Crew And boldly asks them wherefore they came out VVith Lights and VVeapons whom it was they sought Straight as one Voice the servile Slaves do cry Jesus of Naz'reth Jesus made reply I am the Man ye seek no sooner he Had this confest but they immediately Fell to the Ground as if with Lightning strook At his Almighty Voice and dreadful look Grov'ling upon the Earth they speechless lay Till he again the second time did say VVhom do ye seek At this they all arise With trembling Limbs and with distorted Eyes And told him Jesus Jesus was his Name Who preach'd Sedition and for whom they came Lo said the Holy Jesus I am he If you seek me give these their liberty Then had that saying of his I lost not one Of all thou gav'st me its completion Now Simon Peter all enraged drew His long-sheath'd-Sword into the Crowd he flew With a most zealous Courage void of fear At the first stroke he cuts off Malchus Ear And while his sturdy Arm was dealing blows On ev'ry hand amid'st his Masters Foes Jesus calls out and bids him sheath his Sword His Fury stopt at his commanding Word Peter said he shall I not drink the Cup Sent by my Father yes I 'le drink it up Since 't is determin'd Souldiers come away What Heav'n commands I must and will obey Then came the Souldiers and the sacred Hands Of Jesus bound with their thrice-twisted-Bands Unto the house of Annas who then was Prince of the Sanh'drim and to Cajaphas Father in Law immediately they go And with big looks their willing Captive show His Examination Forth of
Flames I must obey No rescue thence though I a Scepter sway 3. Thou better knowest O Lord my frame than I How I was shapen in iniquity When in my Mothers Womb I then put on The spotted-Garment of Corruption But this is no excuse for this foul fact Which my unbridled Lust hath made me act 4. Full well I know that in the inward-part Thou lov'st a spotless and a sincere heart I have suffic'ent Grace from thee to know What to forbear and what I ought to do Yet into wilful Sin I headlong run Against a clear and full Conviction 5. Purge me with Hysop and I shall be clean Whiter than is the purest Snow from stain Let not Vriah's blood which to thee cries For vengeance Lord to my confusion rise But be thou reconcil'd release from pain My tortur'd Soul unto her joys again 6. Return once more unto thy wonted Love And from thy sight for evermore remove My weighty Sins and by thy work of Grace Within my heart each lustful thought deface That I may never by a wanton glance Offend again and so my Crimes enhanse 7. Should'st thou for ever banish me thy sight And from my Soul withdraw thy saving Light I were undone but Lord afford thy Grace And vail not from mine Eyes thy glorious Face With thy free Sp'rit me to those Joys restore Which once I had and let me fall no more 8. Then shall I Sinners by thy Grace convert And make Transgressors in thy ways expert Then shall my Tongue when once my Soul is From the pollutions of this bloody deed Declare thy Truth my Lips and Mouth shall be freed From day to day employ'd in praising thee 9. Did'st thou a legal Sacrifice desire Thousands of Bulls Rams consum'd with Fire Upon thy flaming-Altar thou should'st see These offer'd up for my Adultery A broken and a contrite heart for Sin Is the burnt-Off'ring thou delightest in 10. Do good to Sion show thy Love to all Who tread her Courts and on thy Name do call Then shall the smoak of Bulls which we consume Upon thine Altar yield a sweet Perfume And with our Pray'rs and Praises reach thy Throne And Blessings thence upon our Heads pull down PSALM 55. 1. ALmighty God who evermore art near With thy Relief to those who injur'd are Give ear unto my Pray'r hear how I mourn Thrust from my Kingdom and pursu'd with scorn 2. My Son and Subjects on my ruine bent Tax me as guilty of mis-government They do complot my final overthrow With all the rancour that their hearts can show 3. At this I tremble and the dismal thought Of my apparent danger Lord hath brought Such apprehensions to my troubled mind That all the Terrours of the Grave I find 4. O that I had but Wings then would I flee Into some desart place where I might be Safe from the Storms and Tempests which my Son And Subjects raise by their Rebellion 5. But thou O Lord who always dost deride The Wisdom of the Wise do thou divide Their Consultations make them disagree In their rebellious projects against me 6. I have heard from a most faithful Friend 〈◊〉 the Archite whom I back did send 〈◊〉 strife violence is their whole discourse 〈◊〉 Tutelars to whom they have recourse 7. â—â—e guard the City day and night the round 〈◊〉 walk about the Walls within is found â—â—â—ief and Wrong and all the Cruelties 〈◊〉 Villany can act or wit devise 8. 〈◊〉 my reproach and all this misery 〈◊〉 â—â—eded from an open Enemy 〈◊〉 have born it sure I had foreseen â—â—so prevented this I now am in 9. 〈◊〉 was thou whom I esteem'd above â—â—ther men and as my Soul did love 〈◊〉 who did'st all my secret Counsels know â—â—ith me to the house of God did'st go 10. â—â—â—s persidious act of his he shall 〈◊〉 to perfect his designs but fall 〈◊〉 all his horrid Crimes down quick to Hell 〈◊〉 wickedness in all his thoughts doth dwell 11. 〈◊〉 for me I 'le call in my distress 〈◊〉 ev'ry day my Pray'r I will address 〈◊〉 is Mercy-Seat and he shall hear â—â—om the danger save me which I fear 12. Though this Rebellion with great strength â—â— Is manag'd and contriv'd God takes my paâ—â— Who will in peace restore me to my right Maintain my Cause and all my Battels figâ—â—â— 13. He will afflict them and my Feet uphold Ev'n that God who doth abide of Old But they despise his Rod because they are Successful in the courses which they steer 14. The Laws of their Allegiance they have 〈◊〉 They make and at their pleasure Oaths reâ— Words smooth as Oyl were dropt when a 〈◊〉 They were inventing how to do me wroâ—â— 15. But let their base designs be what they will Never so wicked my concerns shall still Be cast upon the Lord who will no doubt Restore me to my Throne though now 〈◊〉 16. But the Blood-thirsty and the Perjur'd 〈◊〉 In their full strength into destruction fall As for my self I 'le put my confidence In thine Almighty-Arm for my defence PSALM 73. 1. ALL who are sincere shall find God most gracious just and kind Ever ready to reward Those who do his Laws regard 2. Yet my Faith was well-nigh gone When I saw the Wicked run In forbidden Paths at will And escap'd unpunish'd still 3. When as those who do obey Thy Commands and seldom stray Thine afflictive Rod do bear While these Wretches prosp'rous are 4. Full of Health and likely long Here to live of Body strong None of all those Plagues they know Which others feel and undergo 5. Rapine and Oppression As a Garment they put on In such base unlawful means They more Pride than in just gains 6. They in Wealth and Grandeur grow Suddenly and know not how And are Masters of a Mine Which they never did divine 7. To oppress is all their talk Those who piously do walk They prophanely take a pride God and goodness to deride 8. Therefore when the godly see This their horrid Blasphemy And those evils which they do Some their Eyes with Tears o're-flow 9. Thus they argue can God see And permit such Sins to be Here unpunish'd sure his Eye Can't discern Iniquity 10. These in worldly-wealth encrease Flourish here and are at peace In an even course they run Till their Web is almost spun 11. But each Morning when I rise Thou O Lord do'st me chastise Under pressures sore I live While the Wicked grow and thrive 12. Wherefore then have I in vain Kept my hands from unjust Gain Been in all my ways exact As to Thought as well as Act 13. Such sad thoughts did me confound But I soon mine errour found That it was a grand Offence To distrust thy Providence 14. Yet I was perplext in mind That the Wicked Lord should find So much favour this to me Seem'd at first a Mystery 15. Till I with my Feet drew high Lord unto thy Sanct'ary Then I understood thy ways And
will his Salvation show PSALM 111. 1. I 'le ever bless the Lord and praise His Name in secret with th' upright And in his Courts extol his ways Those Wonders done in Isr'els sight 2. His VVorks so great and many are They are a Meditation fit For the most Pious and by far Than other studies benefit 3. He great and glorious things hath done His Truth for ever shall abide He made us and to ev'ry one Hath been a Fort and constant guide 4. Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought VVithin each breast have left behind Impressions time can never blot The Lord is merciful and kind 5. VVhat-e're it is the Faithful want They never fail of a supply He will perform his Covenant To all his Servants faithfully 6. The Vertue of his VVorks were shown Unto his People in their sight The Heathen from their Lands were thrown And Israel enjoy'd their Right 7. His Actions just and righteous are All his appointments stand so fast And that exact uprightness bear They never alter to the last 8. From the Egyptian-Yoke he freed As he did vow to Abraham The Jews his own peculiar Seed Holy and Rev'rend his Name 9. Then let us all his Laws obey And of his Judgments stand in dread These teach us VVisdom and the way To our eternal Joys they lead 10. And while we here a Being have Let 's celebrate our Makers praise Translated hence we never leave To chant above the self same Lays PSALM 134. HAd not the Lord in a most signal way Stood up against our Foes may Isr'el say Had not the God of Jacob set us free VVhen held in Fetters of Captivity The Torrent of their Fury had o're-run Our Souls with ruine and destruction But now his glorious Name be ever prais'd He to renown our abject State hath rais'd And hath preserv'd us from their cruel Rage VVhich nothing but his Power coule asswage Safely at length our Souls escaped are Though late entangled from the Fowlers Snare Yet not our Strength nor Merits do we own To be the Cause of our Salvation It was the Arm of the Almighty Lord Who Fought and Conquer'd and our Joys restor'd PSALM 125. 1. WHoso on God relyes stands fixt sure As Sions holy Mount which shall endure Upon whose sacred Top the Lord declares He will reside and hear his Servants Pray'rs 2. As Salem's safe from storms on ev'ry hand Fenc'd with those lofty-Hills which round her stand So are the Faithful in th' Almighty's Arms Impail'd secure from all destructive harms 3. Yet for a while Oppression may take place And prosper here disturbing Isr'el's peace But the ungodly shall not long bear sway Lest that the Righteous prove as bad as they 4. For God is good his care is over those Who are sincere in heart who do repose Their confidence in him he 'l Crown their Love With all those Joys the Blessed reap above 5. As for those Souls who basely turn aside From all his Laws and wont his Yoke abide Whom none of all his Judgments can forewarn In endless-Flames they shall for ever burn While in perpet'al peace his Israel That Her'tage of his own shall ever dwell PSALM 133. 1. Lord How glorious in thine Eyes do those appear Who follow peace and as Religion binds In perfect union communion are Having no discords in their ways and minds 2. Such happy concord yields a fragrant smell Like to that precious Oyntment which was shed Upon thy High Priests Crown and downwards fell Upon his Beard and o're his Garments spread 3. As the refreshing-Dew did gently fall And cherish Hermon and bless Sions Hill So on the peaceful Heads of such Men shall The blessings of the Lord each Morn distill PSALM 140. 1. DEfend me Lord from Malice and Deceit From all those Snares the Proud have laid in wait To catch my Soul my ways they have beset VVith treach'rous Gins and Nets my Life to get But Lord their VViles without thy leave I know Cannot effect my wish'd-for overthrow 2. Like as a Serpent from his poys'nous Tongue Darts forth his Venome so they all day long From their destructive Tongues without just ground With slaund'rous Lyes my spotless Life do wound But thou my Shield art under whom I dwell Secure or in this Conflict I had fell 3. Yet Lord lest these Men should exalted be As sure they will if that they should go free Let their Device take no effect at all Wherein they thought to make me make them fall And rise no more let them in Flames expire And with thy burning VVrath Lord Fan the Fire 4. This fatal Doom let it for ever be The VVicked's Portion that the Just may see Thou wilt maintain their Cause and from thy Throne Confound the lying and backbiteing-Tongue Then shall the Righteous flourish in thy sight And Laud thy Name who do'st defend their Right The end of the Psalms THRENODIA OR THE LAMENTATIONS OF Jeremiah PARAPHRAS'D WITH A PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH By James Chamberlaine LONDON Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden 1680. LAMENTATIONS CHAP. I. 1. The miserable estate of Jerusalem by reason of her Sin 12. She complaineth of her Grief 18. And confesseth Gods Judgment to be Righteous 1. HOw doth the City she that once was known To have her Temples circled with a Crown Sit with a mournful Wreath of Cypress now Like a forsaken VVidow on her Brow She that was once among the Nations great And as a glorious Princess ruling sate Among the lesser Provinces is made Unto the Foe to bow her stately Head 2. Down her pale Cheeks the pearly drops do trill Both Day and Night which from her Eyes distill Amongst her Lovers she hath found not one That doth the troubles of her Soul bemoan And that which adds fresh Fuel to her Woes Is that her Friends are now become her Foes 3. Judah for all those Cruelties which She Hath done is gone into Captivity She dwells among the Heathen where her mind Doth no repose from all her Trouble find All her Pursuers who did for her look Have in the narrow ways her overtook 4. The Ways of Sion mourn because no Guests As they were wont approach her solemn Feasts All her frequented Gates forsaken are No more Oblations in her Courts appear Because these fail her Rev'rend Priests do grieve Her lovely Virgins do in Sorrow live And She who once an undisturbed Peace And plenty had sits now in heaviness 5. Her Foes the only Chief are who command Within her Gates with an imperious Hand They prosper happy and successful are While She the Judgments of the Lord doth bear For her Transgressions are her Children gone Captives before her Foes to Babylon 6. From Sions Daughter all the lovely Grace Departed is that once adorn'd her Face Her Princes are with Hunger almost pin'd Become like Harts that can no Pasture find Vainly they think with fainting Limbs to fly Before the