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Daveidos: or, a specimen of some of David's psalms in English metre With remarks upon the late translators, by Mr. John Phillips.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Selections.
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Phillips, John, Mr.
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Proudly they cry come let us cast Their servile bands away Let us in sunder break their cords That bind us to obey But he that dwells in Heav'n above Shall laugh them all to scorn And in derision of their Craft Their Plots to folly turn Then in his wrath he shall rebuke The blindness of their ways And in his hot Displeasure vex The remnant of their days But he hath set his King on high The King he always lov'd And fix'd his Throne on Sion Hill That never shall be mov'd Concerning him will I declare Heav'ns firm and high Decree Thou art my Son he said this day Have I begotten thee Ask but of me the Heathen shall Be thy Inheritance To every corner of the Earth Thy Empire shall advance For they with rods of Iron bruis'd Before thy feet shall fall Like Potsherds into pieces broke So shalt thou break them all Now therefore O ye Kings be wise And to my Words give ear And all ye Judges of the Earth My timely Precepts hear With fear and trembling serve the Lord Submissive to his Law When ye rejoce rejoice in Him With a Religious Awe Lest he be angry to the Son Obedient Homage pay For fear ye perish in the Paths Of Error led astray For ye must die if once his Wrath Be kindl'd in his Breast But they that trust in him are safe In his Protection blest PSALM III. When David fled from his Son Absolon O Lord how numerous are they grown That trouble my repose Many are they that still increase The Burthen of my Woes Many there be that scoffing say To my disturbed Soul His God no more shall be his Aid Nor our Designs controul But Thou art the secure Defence On which my hopes rely Thou dost my Honour still maintain And lift my head on high I call'd I cry'd unto my God When I was weak and faint And from his Holy Hill he heard The voice of my complaint I laid me down and slept secure And safely rose again Regardless of my present fears For God did me sustain I will not their ten thousands fear By thousands multiply'd Tho' in the midst of all their Power Hemm'd in on every side Arise O God the Lord appears For on the shameless Cheek They now are smitten with Reproach That did my Ruin seek And more to disappoint their Rage Thy all-o'recoming Pow'r Has broke their Fangs envenom'd force So eager to devour Salvation thus belongs alone Unto the Lord above Who for his People keeps in store The Blessings of his Love PSALM IV. THou Great Defender of my Cause Unto my cries gave ear My God reliev'd me in Distress And heard my humble Prayer Proud Sons of Men how long will you My Honour thus despise That please your selves in vain Designs And wander after Lyes On Judah's Throne the Lord has plac'd A righteous Soveraign And he will surely hear my Voice When ever I complain With trembling then his Power confess And strive to sin no more Ponder at Night upon the Deeds Ye did the Day before In your Retirements most remote Your treacherous hearts upbraid And every evil thought chastise When on your Pillows laid Let Justice be your Sacrifice With an unfeigned zeal Then hope in God and to his Throne For mercy still appeal Men say that our forsaken Cause No friends will now embrace Therefore O King of Heav'n unvail The Brightness of thy face For greater joy my cheared heart Has in thy favour found Then they had ever when their wheat And wine did most abound Therefore will I lye down in Peace And take my due Repose For only from the Lord himself My safe Protection flows PSALM V. POnder my Words I thee implore My mournful Words O Lord And also to my secret Sighs Thy gracious Ear afford Hearken with speed unto the sound Of my continual Cries For at thy Throne my God and King My sad Soul prostrate lies Lord in the Morning hear my Voice For at thy Heav'nly Gate My early importuning Pray'rs Thy answer boldly wait For thou art not a God that dost In wicked Works delight While every froward friend of Sin Is banish'd from thy sight The wayward Fool shall not enjoy the splendor of thy Face Those hidden Glories shine remote from their detested Race The busie forgers of untruth shall perish undeplor'd Such sons of Blood and deep Deceit Thou always hast abhor'd But I will to thy House approach Embolden'd by thy Grace And pay the Tribute of my Vows Within thy Holy Place Teach me to shun those crooked Paths Wheren my Foes are led But in thy ways from wandring safe Direct me how to tread For in their Mouths there is no truth Or care of Promise made Corrupt within like canker'd Flesh With rottenness decay'd Their slanderous Throats are like the smells Of open Sepulchers Whose flattering Tongue in vile defence Of falshood only swears But let their own Designs O Lord Their own Confusion be Subvert them in their heaps of Sin Proud Rebels against Thee But they that trust in Thee let them Triumph for evermore Let them rejoyce in thy defence Who thy great Name adore In Showers of Plenty upon them Thy Blessings shall descend Them shall thy Favour like a Shield In all distress defend PSALM VI. OH do not in thy Anger Lord My secret Shame detect Nor while thy Fury yet remains My guilty Soul correct For I am weak O therefore Lord In mercy me restore And with thy heav'nly Balsom heal My Bones with trembling Sore My heavy Soul tormented lies Opprest with inward Grief My God how long wilt Thou delay E'er Thou afford Relief Return O Lord and my sad Soul From horrid Death defend Oh! for thy holy Mercy 's sake Some speedy succour send For who within the Cells of Death Can praise Thee under Ground Or who in the Infernal Pit Thy Wonders can resound Weary with groaning every Night In Tears I bath my Bed And all the Day my water'd Couch Supports my drooping Head The luster of mine Eyes is fled By sorrow chac't a way Mine Eyes are sunk to see my Foes Now bear triumphant sway Be gone be gone all ye that toil In Works of Wickedness Heaven's King hath heard my weeping Voice With ptomise of Redress Pleas'd with my Prayers the Lord receiv'd My humble Sacrifice And soon his reconciled Ear Was open to my Cries Now shall he so my Foes perplex So tame their growing Pride That they shall run with speedy flight Their sudden Shame to hide PSALM VII O Lord my God I have repos'd My Confidence in Thee From them that persecute my Soul Now then deliver me Lest greedy of my guiltless Blood They do my Soul devour As the fierce Lyon rends the Prey Within his ravenous power O Lord my God if justly they Charge on me this Offence If I have acted any Crime To stain my Innocence If e'er the kindness of my Friend I willingly forgate Or rather have
despise Their God is otherwise imploy'd Then to regard their Cries For sure thy all surveying Eye Their Tyrannies beheld Severely marking open Wrongs And Malice most conceal'd Since therefore it remains in Thee The Feeble to defend To Thee the Poor commits their Cause The Orphans only friend Break thou the Strength of evil Men O God whom we adore Pursue their bold Impieties Until they be ho more Then shall thy rescu'd Poor confess Thy everlasting Reign While deep Perdition swallows up The Ungodly and Prophane But the Petitions of the Poor Thou wilt in Mercy hear With thankful Hearts by thee prepar'd To reap the Fruits of Prayer Then shalt thou judge the Fatherless And give the Poor his right Nor shall the haughty Tyrant more Oppress him With his Might PSALM XI GOD is my Hope then to my Soul Why speak ye bitter words And say fly to the desert Hills Like the affrighted Birds Behold the Wicked bend their Bow And ready is the Dart With fatal Aim directed still To pierce the Righteous Heart All the Foundations of his Hope Are quite cast down they cry Lord what have good Men done that they must thus forsak'n dye But high in Heav'n the Immrotal God Has fix'd his Azure Throne And thence on poor afflicted Souls In pity will look down Thence he beholds the Ways of Men With a discerning Eye Approving Right detesting Works Of bold Impiety On them will He rain all his Plagues Together summoned up Brimstone and Fire in dismal Storms The Portion of their Cup. For God the God of holy Truth Will Righteous Men embrace And to the Just with Favour shew The brightness of his Face PSALM XII HElp Lord Oh help for godly Men Chac'd from the Earth are fled The Faitful seem to lye conceal'd 'Mong the forgotten dead The common Talk of Neighbours now Is all but Vanity For what their double Hearts intend Their flattering Tongues deny But let Dissemblers perish Lord From the corrupted Earth And the triumphing Boaster find The folly of his Mirth Who say that by such Tricks of State We will our Names extoll Are not our Lips and Tongues our own Who shall our Pride controul When moved with the loud Complaints And Sighings of the Poor I will arise saith God and them To quiet Peace restore Nor are thy Promises O God Dispersed in the Wind More pure then Silver are thy Words Tho' many times refind Now therefore keep thy Promise Lord Amd save thy chos'n Race For now Impiety prevails And potent Wrong takes place And well thou know'st when violent Men Are lofty in command The godly languish ill prepar'd Their fury to withstand PSALM XIII HOW long wilt thou forget me Lord In this afflicted plight How long wilt thou conceal from me Thy all-restoring Light How long shall I in deep suspence Consult my weary Soul How long shall my insulting Foes Thus lawlessly controul Consider Lord and hear the Cries Which my loud Sorrows make And least I sleep the sleep of Death Keep thou mine Eyes awake Least in their Triumphs thus they sing We have prevail'd at length Least their proud Trophies they advance I hat have pull'd down my Strength Yet are my Hopes in God my King His Fame will I advance And tho' forsak'n sing of Him For past Deliverance PSALM XIV THE Fool has said there is no God For Men are all now grown Abominable in their Works Not one upright not one The Lord look'd down from Heav'n and view'd Man's all-corrupted Race To see who would seek after Him Or Holiness embrace But Lord they blindly all obey'd Blasphemous Ignorance There was not one that gave his mind Thy Worship to advance Vain workers of Iniquity That will not understand How they like Bread my People eat And have my Laws prophan'd But Fear shall soon surprize 'em all When dreaming least of fear For in defence of the Upright Th' Almighty will appear For they have proudly laught to scorn The Counsels of the Just And in derision held the Poor That make the Lord their trust Oh that the Lord to Israel His promise would fulfill And send Salvation to his Church From Sion's holy Hill Then when thy People shall return From heavy Thraldom free Triumphant Jacob shall rejoyce And glad shall Israel be PSALM XV. WHO shall inhabit Lord of Hosts Thy Holy Place s0 pure Or whom shall Sion's sacred Towrs In fix'd repose secure The Man whose Life is uncorrupt And blameless in thy sight Who from his Heart the Friend of Truth Continues still upright Whose Tongue ne'r vented vile Reproach His Neighbour to defame Nor ever harbour'd false Reports To prejudice his Name Who lowly in his own esteem Does wicked Men despise While they that truly fear the Lord Are pretious in his Eyes Who always faithful to perform His Vow and Covenant both Tho' to his harm he sometime Swears yet changes not his Oath He that tormenteth not the Poor With griping Usury Nor to defeat the Innocent E'er took accursed Fee The Man thus blameless in his Life Of Heaven's great King belov'd Shall prsoper in his holy Hill And never be remov'd PSALM XVI THou great preserver of my Life Continue my defence For in thee only Oh my God I fix my Confidence My quiet Soul to God has said Thee only I adore Not all my heaps of treasur'd Wealth Can add unto thy Store But my Relief I give to them That are on Earth upright To them in Vertue that excel Who are my chief Delight They shall heap sorrow on their heads Whose giddy Ignorance Thy Truth forsakes of Idol Gods The Worship to advance I will not of their Sacrifice In any sort partake Nor yet so much as of their Names The smallest mention make The Lord is my Inheritance The Portion of my Rest My sacred Lot shalt thou maintain First by thy Aid possest In places far for Pleasure fam'd My Lot is measur'd forth I have a goodly Heritage The Garden of the Earth Prais'd be thy Name thy Grace inspir'd My Knowledge of thy Will Teaching my Slumbers in the Night Thy Precepts to fulfill The Lord I set before me still On whom my Hopes rely'd While he directs my wary Steps My Feet shall never slide My Soul rejoic'd from Tyrant Death To be for ever free My Flesh in hopes of future Life Likewise depends on thee For sure thou wilt not leave my Soul Within the Grave asleep Nor let thy Holy One abide Corruption in the Deep Rather instruct me how to find That fair and goodly way Which leads me to those blissful seats Of never-setting Day There in thy Presence to behold Th' Eternal Stores os Bliss And all those Pleasures that surround The Throne of Paradise PSALM XVII COnsider well my case O Lord And to my Cause give ear And with thy wonted Grace attend To my unfeigned Prayer Yea let thy own avenging Wrath The Sentence execute And with an equal Eye regard The Right of my Dispute For thou by Night