that doth belong to thee And so declare how wondrous wayes thou hast been good to me 8 O God thy house I love most dear to me it doth excell I have delight and would be near where Lord thy grace doth dwell 9 O shut not up my soul with them in sin that take their fill Nor yet my life among those men that seek much bloud to spill 10 Whose hands are heapt with craft and guile wherewith their lives abound And their right hand do bribes defile and basenesse there I found 11 But I in righteousnesse intend my time and daies to serve Have mercy Lord and me defend so that I do not swerve 12 My foot is staid for all assaies it standeth well and right Wherefore to God will I give praise in all the peoples sight PSAL. XXVII the C. THe Lord is both my life and light shall man make me dismaid Sith God doth give me strength and migâ—â— why should I be afraid 4 One thing of God I do desire that he would not denie For which I ask and do inquire and that continually 5 That I within his holy place my life throughout may dwell To see the beauty of his face and view his Temple well 7 Lord hear the voice of my request for which to thee I call Have mercy Lord on me opprest and send me aid withall 10 My heart doth eccho unto thee I sue to have thy grace Then seek my face saidst thou to me Lord I will seek thy face 11 In wrath turn not away thy face nor suffer me to slide Thou art my God unto this day be still my God and guide 12 My parents both forsook their son and cast me off together But God took care when they had done a better friend then either Wait on the Lord couragiously he is thy strength and stay Thy heart with faith to fortifie wait on the Lord I say PSAL. XXVIII I. M. THou art O Lord my strength and stay the succour which I crave Neglect me not lest I be like to them that go to grave 2 The supplications of my heart O Lord attend and mark When I lift up my humble hands unto thy holy Ark 3 With wicked doers of wickednesse O give me not my part That speak right fair unto their friends while mischief fills their heart 4 According to their handy work as they deserve indeed And after their inventions vile so let these sinners speed 5 For nothing they regard Gods works nor what his hands have wrought Therefore will he destroy them quite and bring them all to nought 6 To render thanks unto the Lord how great a cause have I My voice my prayer and my complaint that heard so lovingly 7 He is my shield and fortitude my buckler in distresse My hope my help my hearts desire my song shall so confesse 8 He is our strength and our defence our enemies to repell The saving health of his elect the anointed Israel 9 Thy people and thine heritage Lord blesse guide and preserve Increase them Lord and rule their hearts that they may never swerve PSAL. XXX 1. M. ALl laud and praise with heart and voice O Lord I give to thee Thou hast not made my foes rejoyce but hast exalted me 2 O Lord my God to thee I cride in all my pain and grief Thou gav'st an ear and didst provide to ease me with relief 3 Of thy good will thou hast cal'd back my soul from hell to save Thou didst revive when strength did lack and keptst me from the grave 4 Sing praise ye Saints that prove and see the goodnesse of the Lord In mem'ry of his Majestie rejoyce with one accord 5 His anger lasteth but a space and quickly slakes again But in his favour and his grace doth constant life remain Though gripes of grief and pangs of pain shall lodge with us all night The Lord shall bring us joy again before the morning light 6 When I enjoy'd the world at will thus would I boast and say Tush I am sure to feel no ill this wealth shall not decay 7 For thou O Lord of thy good grace hadst sent me strength and aid But when thou turn'dst away thy face my minde was sore dismaid 8 Wherefore again yet did I cry to thee O Lord of might My God with plaints I did apply and pray'd both day and night 9 What gain is in my bloud said I if death destroy my daies Doth dust declare thy Majestie doth dust thy justice praise 10 Wherefore my God some pitie take O Lord I pray to thee Do not this simple soul forsake but help and succour me 11 Then didst thou turn my misery into a chearfull voice The mourning weed thou took'st from me and mad'st me to rejoyce 12 Wherefore my soul uncessantly shall sing unto thy praise My Lord my God to thee will I give laud and thanks alwaies PSAL. XXXI 1. â— O Lord I put my trust in thee let nothing work me shame As thou art just deliver me and quit me Lord from blame 2 Hear me O Lord and that anon to help me make good speed Be thou my rock and house of stone my fence in time of need 3 For lo O Lord thy strength is tri'd thou art my fort and tower For thy Names sake be thou my guide and lead me in thy power 4 Pluck thou my feet out of the snare which they for me have laid Thou art my strength and all my care is for thy only aid 5 Into thy hands Lord I commit my spirit which is thy due Thou only hast redeemed it O Lord my God most true 6 I hate such folk as will not part from things to be abhorr'd When they on trifles set their heart my trust is in the Lord 7 And in the mercy I will joy I see it doth excell Thou seest when ought would me anoy and knowest my foul full well 15 The length of all my life and age O Lord is in thy hand Defend me from the wrathfull rage of them that me withstand 16 To me thy servant Lord expresse and shew thy joyfull face And save me for thy righteousnesse thy mercy and thy grace PSAL. XXXI 2. Coll. 16 O Lord how great felicity hast thou laid up for them That fear thy Name and trust in thee before the sons of men 20 Thy presence shall them fence and guide from all proud brags and wrongs Within thy house thou shalt them hide from all the strife of tongues 21 Thanks to the Lord that hath declar'd on me his grace so far Me to defend with watch and ward as in a town of war 22 Thus did I say both day and night when I was sore opprest Lo I am clean cast out of sight yet heardst thou my request 23 Ye saints love ye the Lord I say the faithfull he doth guide And to the proud he doth repay according to their pride 24 Be strong and God shall stay your heart be confident ye just For sure the
voice and tears that fall The Lord will hear the prayer I frame The Lord hath heard and hath reliev'd Let all my foes return with shame With sudden shame sore vext and griev'd Psal. XIIII 1. Met. Give laud unto c. THe fool hath said in heart There is no God at all They are in every part Corrupted by the fall There 's none doth good But they have wrought things vile nought even all the brood 2 The Lord did cast his eye From heaven his holy throne On mans posterity To see if any one He might discern That understood the things of God or sought to learn 3 They all are gone aside They doe themselves defile They all are wandred wide Become exceeding vile And there is none Of all mankinde to good inclin'd no sure not one 4 Have wicked workers all No knowledge generally Who have not grace to call Upon the Lord most hie Loe they are fed â—vouring here my people dear even like to bread 5 But yet they were in fear And great the fear must be For God doth still appear In good mens company And keepeth them â— every place I mean the race of righteous men 6 But ye have put to shame The counsell of the poor Because the Lord became His refuge to secure O that there were â— Israel some salvation come from Sion there 7 When as the Lord brings back Our hard captivity And lets not Israel lack So great a cause of joy Then surely shall Jacob rejoyce with heart and voice and Israel all Psal. XVII 2. Col. O praise the Lord c. KEep me as th' apple of thine eye And make thy wings my Canopy From wickednes And deadly foes that me inclose and much oppresse 2 They are inclos'd in their own fat And proudly prate they care not what They hemme us round In our steps now Their eys they bow down to the ground 3 Like greedy Lions seeking prey Or Lions whelp in secret way O Lord arise Defeat my foe and overthrow his enterprize 4 From wicked men that are thy sword From men that are thy hand O Lord My soul ô save From worldlings meer that only here their portion have 5 Whose bellies fill'd with thy hid treasure They spend their substance at their pleasure And leave unto Their babes the rest for they are blest with babes enough 6 But as for me I have accesse To see thy face in righteousnes And waking shall Thy vision see and I shall be fill'd therewithall Psal. XXIII 1. Met. THe living Lord my shepherd is and he that doth me feed Since he is mine and I am his what comfort can I need â— He leads me to the tender grasse where I both feed and rest Then to the streams that gently passe in both I have the best Or if I stray thou dost convert and bring my minde in frame And all this not for my desert but for thy holy Name â— Yea tho I walk in shade of death yet I will fear no ill Thy rod thy staff so comforteth and thou art with me still Yea thou dost make me sit and dine ev'n in mine enemies sight â—â—y head with oyl my cup with wine runs over day and night Thy grace and mercy certainly shall measure out my daies And in the house of God will I for ever give thee praise Psal. LIII 1. Met. Give laud unto c. THe fool hath said in heart There is not any God Corrupt in every part And none of them doth good Such Atheisme lurks â—n every one that they have done most odious works 2 The Lord from Heaven hie Lookt down on earth below On mans posterity That he might see and know What paths men trod If any man did understand and seek for God 3 But all are gon astray Become most base and vilde And wandred from the way And filthily defil'd So that they can No good thing do nor move thereto no not a man 4 What have they knowledge none That work iniquity They have not call'd upon The Lord that is most hie But they devour My folk like bread on them fed with tyrant-power 5 They were in fear and dread Where was no cause of fear For God hath scattered Their quarters here and there That have encampt Against our cause And hence it was they were so dampt 6 Lo thou hast put to shame Thy hatefull enemies In God's Almighty Name That did thy foes despise O that there might Salvation still from Sion hill on Israel light 7 When as the Lord shall please To bring our bondage back And gives his folk the eateâ— And gives his folk the ease And liberty they lack Glad news shall we In Jacob tell and Israel full glad shall be Psal. LVIII 1. Met. Ye children which c. DO ye speak righteousnesse indeed O ye that are of mortall seed O Congregation judge ye right 2 Yea ye in heart work wickednesse Your hands with violence oppresse the earth can scarcely bear your weight 3 They are estranged from the way And from the womb they go astray no sooner born then speaking lies 4 As serpents poison such is theirs Deaf adder-like they stop their ears and will not hear in any wise She will not hear the charmers voice Although his charms be wise and choice she will not hearken to a word 6 Lord break their keen and cruell fangs The eager tooth and tusk that hangs in these young lions mouths O Lord 7 As waters let them melt away Which constant run and have no stay and let his aimed arrows fail 8 And when he bends his bowe to shoot Let them drop broken at his foot and let them melt as doth a snail 9 So let them passe away on earth As woman-kindes untimely birth that they may never see the Sun 10 Before your pots can feel the thorns He 'l blast them as with whirlwinde storms Alive in living wrath begun 11 The righteous shall rejoyce to see Vengeance on them that wicked be and he shall wash his feet in blood 12 So that a man shall sure confesse Sure there 's reward for righteousnesse sure there 's a just earth-judging God Psal. LXVII 1. Met. Give laud c. LOrd blesse us of thy grace Be mercifull to thine And let thy pleased face Upon thy servants shine That all may see The heav'nly wealth and saving health that comes from thee 2 Let all thy praise rehearse With one united voice Sing in melodious verse Eternally rejoyce Thy power obey Whose justice shall dispose of all and bear the sway 3 Let all extoll thy worth Then store of fruit shall fall The earth shall bring it forth And God shall blesse us all God shall us blesse Earth far near his Name shall fear with awfulnes Psal. LXX 1. M. All people MAke haste O Lord and set me free Make haste O God and succour me Confound them with confounding shame That seek my soul to hurt the same 2 Let them be turned backward still
that be of worldly might And let the heathen folk receive their judgement in thy sight 20 Lord strike such terrour fear and dread into the hearts of them That they may know assuredly they be but mortall men PSAL. 10. The first Metre VVHat is the cause that thou O Lord art now so far from thine And keepest close thy countenance from us this troublous time 2 The poor do perish by the proud and wicked mens desire Let them be taken in the craft that they themselves conspire 3 For in the lust of his own heart the ungodly doth delight And he doth blâ—â—se the covetous abhorred in thy sight 4 He is so proud that right and Wrong he setteth all apart There is not any God saith he for thus he thinks in heart 5 Because his waies do prosper still he doth thy laws contem ' He puffs at all his enemies sets light by thee and them 6 Tush tush saith he I have no dread that mine estate should change Because that all adversity to him is very strange 7 His mouth is full of cursednesse of fraud deceit and guile Under his tongue doth mischief fit and worketh all the while 8 He lieth hid in waies and holes the innocent to slay Against the poor his eyes are benâ— that passe along the way 9 And like a Lion privily lies lurking in his den If he may snare them in his net to spoil poor simple men 10 And for the nonce full craftily he croucheth down I say So are great heaps of poor men made by his strong power his prey The second part 11 TUsh God forgetteth this saith he therefore I may be bold His countenance is cast aside he doth it not behold 12 Arise O Lord O God in whom the poor mans hope doth rest Lift up thy hand forget not Lord the poor that be opprest 13 What blasphemie is this to thee Lord dost thou not abhor it To hear the wicked in their hearts say tush thou car'st not for it 14 But thou seest all their wickednesse and well dost understand That friendlesse and poor fatherlesse are lâ—ft unto thy hand 15 Of wicked and malicious men then break the power foâ— ever That they with their iniquity may perish altogether 16 The Lord shall reign for evermore as King and God alone And he will chase the heathen folk out of his land each one 17 Unto the poors complaint and cry thou giv'st a gracious ear Thou wilt prepare their patient heart and cause thine ears to hear 18 To judge the poor and fatherlesse and help them to their right That they may be no more opprest by men of worldly might PSAL. 11. The first Metre Sing this to any generall tune I Put my confidence in God why therefore do you say That as a bird unto her hill my â—â—ul should flee away 2 For lo the wicked bend their bowes their arrows they prepare To shoot in secret and to hurt the souls that upright are 3 Of worldly help all stayes were shrunk and clearly brought to nought As for the good and righteous man what hath the righteous wrought 4 But he that in his Temple is most holy and most high And in the heavens hath his seat of royall Majesty The poor and simple mans estate considereth in his minde And searcheth out full narrowly the manners of mankinde 5 And with a chearfull countenance the righteous man will use But in his heart he doth abhor all such as mischief muse 6 And on the sinners casteth snares as thick as any rain Brimstone and fire and whirl-windes thick appointed for their pain 7 Ye see then how a righteous God doth righteousnesse embrace And to the just and upright men shews forth his pleasant face PSAL. 12. The first Metre HElp Lord for good and godly men do perish and decay And faith and truth from worldly men is parted clean away 2 Who so doth with his neighbour talk his talk is all but vain For every man bethinketh how to flatter lie and fain 3 But flattering and deceitfull lips and tongues that be so stout To speak proud words and make great brags the Lord soon cuts them out 4 For they say still we will prevail our tongues shall us extoll Our tongues are ours we ought to speak what Lord shall us controll 4 But for the great complaint and cry of poor and men opprest I will arise now saith the Lord and them restore to rest 6 Gods Word is like to silver pure that from the earth is tried And hath no lesse then seven times in fire been purified 7 Now sith thy promise is to help Lord keep thy promise then And save us now and evermore from this ill kinde of men 8 For now the wicked world is full of mischiefs manifold When wicked men do bear the sway and vice goes uncontrol'd WIthin thy Tabernacle Lord who shall continue still And whom wilt thou receive to dwell in thy most holy hill 2 The man whose life is uncorrupt whose works are just and straight Whose heart doth think the very truth whose tongue speaks no deceit 3 That to his neighbour doth none ill in body goods or name Nor willingly doth move false tales which might empair the same 4 The man in whose impartiall eyes vile persons are abhor'd But he doth greatly honour those that truly fear the Lord 5 His oath and all his promises that keepeth faithfully Although he make his conenant so that he doth lose thereby 6 That putteth not to usury the money that he lent Nor will he take reward at all against the innocent 7 Who so doth all things as you see that here is to be done Shall never perish in this world nor in the world to come PSAL. 17. The first Collect. O Lord give ear to my just cause attend when I complain And hear the prayer that I put forth with lips that do not fain 3 Thou hast well tried me in the night and yet couldst nothing finde For that my mouth should not transgresse I purpos'd in my minde 4 As for the works of wicked men and paths perverse and ill For love of thy most holy Name I have refrained still 5 Then in thy paths that be most pure do thou my soul preserve That from the way wherein I walk my stâ—ps may never swerve 6 For I do call to thee O Lord surely thou wilt me aid Then hear my prayer and weigh right well the words that I have said 14 Lord save me by thy mighty power out of these tyrants hands Which now so long a time have raign'd and kept us in their bands 15 I mean from worldlings unto whom all worldly goods are rife That have no hope nor part of joy but in this present life 16 Thou giv'st them store of thy hid treasure and children to their minde They spend thereof and leave the rest unto their babes behinde 17 But I shall see thy blessed face with purest conscience view'd And waking shall be satisfied
to see O when my God shall I appear and in thy presence be 5 The tears all times are my repast which from mine eyes to slide While wicked men cry out so fast where now is God thy guide 4 Alasâ— what grief is it to think what freedom once I had Therefore my soul begins to sink and is exceeding sad When I did march in good aray and furnisht with my train Unto the Temple was our way With many a pleasant strain 5 Now then my soul why art thou sad and freâ—st so in my brest Hope still for help that may be had and grace from God exprest 12 And trust thou in the Lord alwaies and thou the time shaltâ— see To give him honour thanks and praise for health restor'd to thee PSAL. XLIII 2. M. IUdge and revenge my cause O Lord from them that evil be From wicked and deceitfull men O Lord deliver me 2 For of my strength thou art the God why dost thou leave me so And why walk I so heavily oppressed with my so 3 Send out thy light and blessed truth and lead me with thy grace And so conduct me to thy hill and to thy dwelling place 4 Then shall I to the Altar go of God my joy of heart And on my harp give thanks to thee O God my God that art 5 Why art thou then so sad my soul and fretst thus in my brest Still trust in God for him to praise I hold it alwaies best 6 By him I have deliverance against all pain and grief He is my God which doth alwaies at need send me relief PSAL. XLV 1. M. 1. p. Have mercy MY heart doth take in hand a godly song to sing The praise that I shall shew therein pertaineth to the Kingâ— 2 My tongue shall be as quick his honour to indite As is the pen of any scribe that useth fast to write 3 O fairest of all men thy speech is pleasant pure For God hath blessed thee with gifts for ever to endure 4 About thee gird thy sword O prince of might elect With glory honour and renown thy person pure is deckt 5 Go forth with prospr'ous speed with meeknesse truth and right And thy right hand shall teach thee things that are of dreadfull might 6 Tâ—ine arrows sharp and keen their hearts so sore shall sting That folk shall come and kneel to thee yea all thy foes O King 6 Thy royall seat O Lord for ever shall remain Because the Scepter of thy might doth righteousnesse maintain 8 Because thou lov'st the right and dost the ill detest Hath God thy God anointed thee with joy above the rest 9 With myrrh and savours sweet thou art perfum'd and clad When thou dost from thy palace passe thereby to make thee glad 10 Kings Daughters are among thy noble concubines At thy right hand the Queen her self in gold of Ophir shines The second part 11 O Daughter take good heed incline and give good ear Thou must forsake thy kinred all and fathers house most dear 12 Then shall the King desire thy beauty fair and trim For lo he is the Lord thy God and thou must worship him 13 The daughters then of Tyre with gifts full rich to see And all the wealthy of the landâ— shall make their suit to thee 14 The daughter of the Kingâ— is glorious to behold With inward glory glittering and deckt in beaten gold 15 In robes of needle-work and many a pleasant thing With virgins fair on her to wait she commeth to the King 16 Thus are they brought with joy and mirth on every side Into the palace of King and there they do abide 17 In stead of parents left O Queen the case so stands Thou shalt have sons whom thou maist set as Princes in the lands 18 Wherefore thy holy Name all ages shall record The people shall give thanks to thee for evermore O Lord PSAL. XLVI 1. M. THe Lord is our defence and aid the strength whereby we stand When we with wo are much dismaid he is our help at hand 2 Though th' earth remove we will not fear though hils so high and steep Be tumbled headlong here and there within the sea so deep 3 No though the waves do rage so sore that all the banks it drown And though it overflow the shore and beat the mountains down 4 For Shilohs river sends abroad his pleasant streams apace To glad the City of our God and wash his holy place 5 In midst of her the Lord doth dwell she can no whit decay All things against her that rebell the Lord will take away 6 The heathen folk the kingdoms fear the people make a noise The earth doth melt and not appear when God puts forth his voice 7 The Lord of hosts doth take our part to us he hath an eye Our hope of health with all our heart on Jacobs God doth lie 8 â—â—ome see and let your eyes be taught the working of our God What wonders he himself hath wrought in all the world abroad 9 By him all wars are husâ—â—t and gone which countries did conspire Their bowes he brake and spears each one their chariots burnt with fire 10 Leave off therefore saith he and know that I am God and guide Among the heathen high and low will I be magnifi'd 11 The Lord of hosts doth us defend he is our strength and tow'r On Jacobs God we do depend and on his mighty pow'r PSAL. XLIX the Coll. ALl people hearken and give ear to that that I shall tell 2 Both high and low both rich and poor that in the world do dwell 5 Why should I fear affliction or any carefull toil Or else my foes that follow me and seek my soul to spoil 6 For as for such as riches have wherein their trust is most And they which of their treasures great themselves do brag and boast 7 There is not one of them that can his brothers soul redeem Or that can give a price to God sufficient in esteem 8 It is too great a price to pay none can thereto attain Or that he might his life prolong or not in grave remain 10 Their care is to build houses fair and so determine sure To make their name right great on earth for ever to endure 13 But tho they speak their foolish thoughts which are most lewd and vain Their children yet approve their talk and in like sin remain 14 As sheep are brought into the fold so shall they go to grave Devour'd by death till day shall dawn and just men lordship have Their image and their royall port shall fade and soon decay When as from house to grave they goâ— with mourning all the way 15 But surely God will me preserve from death and endlesse pain Because he will receive my soul and I shall live again 17 If any man wax wondrous rich fear not I say therefore Although the glory of his house increaseth more and more 18 For when he dies and sleeps in dust
is he that is above within his holy place The father of the fatherlesse and judge of widows case 6 He gives both house and family unto the comfortlesse He bringeth bondmen out of thrall and rebels to distresse PSAL. LXIX the Collect. 13 THey tear me with their sland'rous tongues who in the gate did sit On me the drunkards made their songs with wicked scoffing wit 20 Thou know'st all my reproach shameâ— thou seest my great disgrace Mine enemies which procure the same are all before thy face 28 Adde sin to sin in all they doe heapt up in great excesse And let them never come into thy kingdoms righteousnesse 30 But I am poor and full of grief Lord to my soul draw nigh Let thy salvation give relief and set me up on high 31 Then will I sing and praise and blesse and magnifie his Name And with exceeding thankfulnesse will I extoll his fame 32 Which is more pleasing unto thee such grace thy minde hath born Then either Ox or Bull can be that hath both hoof and horn 35 Therefore let heav'n his praises sing let heav'n and earth begin Praise him ye Seas and every thing that lives and moves therein 36 For God will Sion mountain save and Judahs Cities build Thus men may here possession have and all the streets be fill'd PSAL. LXXI the Collect. MY Lord my God in all distresse my hope is whole in thee Then let no shame my soul oppresse nor once take hold of me 3 Be thou my rock to whom I may for aid all times resort Thy promise is to help alway thou art my fence and sort 4 Save me my God from wicked men and from their strength and pow'r From folk unrighteous and from them that cruelly devour 19 O Lord thy justice doth exceed as by thy works we see Thy works are wonderfull indeed Lord who is like to thee 20 Thou mad'st me feel affliction sore and yet thou didst me save Yea thou didst succour and restore and took'st me from the grave 21 And thou mine honour dost increase my dignity maintain Yea thou dost make all grief to cease and comfort'st me again 22 Therefore thy faithfulnesse to praise I will with violl sing My harp shall sound thy fame alwaies O Israels holy King 23 My mouth will joy with pleasant voice when I shall sing to thee My soul shall in thy Name rejoyce for thou hast made me free 25 My tongue thy uprightnesse shall found and speak it daily still For grief and shame doe them confound that seek to work me ill PSAL. LXXIII the Col. HOwever it be yet God is good and kinde to Israel To every one that 's clean of heart and keeps his conscience well 2 But as for me I almost slipt my feet began to slide And through temptation unawares my steps were turn'd aside 12 For we may see how wicked men in riches still increase Provided well of worldly goods and live in rest and peace 13 Then why doe I from wickednesse my fantasie refrain And wash my hands in innocence and cleanse my heart in vain 16 Then I bethought me how I might this matter understand But lo the labour was too great for me to take in hand 17 Untill I went into thy house and there O Lord and then I understood the wretched end of these ungodly men 18 And namely how thou settest them upon a slippery seat And at thy pleasure casts them down and mak'st their ruine great 19 Then all men wonder at the sight to see how soon they change They are destroy'd and quite consum'd with terrours great and strange 27 For lo all such as thee forsake shall perish every one And all desiring any thing except in thee alone 28 Therefore will I draw nigh to God and in the Lord I trust That I may set forth all his works to be both good and just PSAL. LXXIIII the Col. WHy art thou Lord so far from us in all this danger deep Why doth thine anger kindle thus against thy pasture sheep 2 Lord call thy people to thy thought which have been thine so long And which thou hast redeem'd and bought and brought from bondage strong 3 Remember Lord remember still where thy possessions fell Thy purchas'd place of Sions hill where thou wast wont to dwell 4 Lift up thy feet and come in haste and help our helplesse case Confound thy foes that rob and waste within thy holy place 5 The curious carving of the boards and goodly graven stones With axes hammers bils and swords they now break down at once 6 Regard thy Covenant rid and cleanse dark corners of our land So full of cruell robbers dens as now our realm doth stand 7 Arise O Lord and still maintain thy cause that is thine own Remember well how fools disdain and daily scorns are thrown 8 Forget not Lord how great it grows how insolent how high The tumults of thy rebel-foes increase continually PSAL. LXXIX 1. Met. 1. p. O Lord our God thine heritage the Heathen now invade Jerus'lem through their barb'rous rage a ruinous heap is made 2 Thy holy Temple they defil'd and thy Saints bodies given Some to the beasts some to the wilde and rav'nous fowls of Heaven 3 Their bloud throughout Jerusalem as water spilt they have So that there is not one of them to lay their dead in grave 4 Thus are we made a laughing stock almost the world throughout The enemies at us jest and mock which dwell our coasts about 5 Wilt thou O Lord thus in thine ire against us ever fume And keep thy wrath as hot as fire thy people to consume 6 Upon those Heathen pour the same which did thee never know All Realms which call not on thy Name consume and overthrow 7 For they have got the upper hand and Jacobs seed destroy'd His habitation and his land they have laid waste and void 8 Bear not in minde our former faults with speed some pity show And aid us Lord in all assaults for we are weak and low The second part O God that giv'st all health and grace on us declare the same Weigh not our works our sins deface for honour of thy Name 10 Why shall the Heathen folk alway to us as people dumb In thy reproach insult and say where is their God become Require O Lord as thou seest good before our eyes and sight Of all these folk thy servants blood which they have spilt in spite 11 And let thy Name be known thereby and now receive and take The heavie sighs complaint and cry which mournfull pris'ners make As is the greatnesse of thy pow'r doe thou accordingly Preserve and be their Saviour whom they condemn'd to die 12 Into their bosoms sevenfold O recompense the shame Wherewith our neighbours have been bold to vilifie thy Name 13 So we thy flock and pasture sheep will praise thee evermore And teach all ages for to keep for thee like praise in store PSAL. LXXX the Col. 5 LOrd