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A61293	Psalterium Carolinum the devotions of His Sacred Majesty Charles the First in his solitudes and sufferings / rendred in verse by T.S., Esq. ; and set to musick for three voices, an organ or theorbo, by John Wilson, Dr. in musick, professor in Oxford.	Stanley, Thomas, 1625-1678.; Faithorne, William, 1616-1691.; Wilson, John, 1595-1674.	1660 (1660)	Wing S5243B; ESTC R38273	15,044	56

themselves exact the same With partiall pertinacity To thee I pray who through the maze Of my own thoughts and suits like snares Spread to involve my soul in cares Canst surely guide make plain thy waies Let not my Passions cloud thy light Thy Word my Rule thy Praise my End To all I cannot will not bend To some Thee pleas'd all else I slight Who Plots unweav'st and the Self-wise Entangl'st in their own designe To thy wise Truth my soul incline And mens esteeme I shall despise The lesse my wisedom shall appear More thine that guide'st me shines whilst I Nothing through willfullness deny Nor grant through Flattery or Fear No suits by my consent be sign'd Injurious to the publike good No publike benefits withstood To sooth my own dissenting mind To such though from my Enemies Teach me to give a free accesse Our honest errours thou canst blesse As blast the Counsells falsely wise Since private words thy scourge obey Teach me to poise what I declare The bolder mens Petitions are Let me the more my Answers weigh Though troubles Me and mine attend And Peace our Pressures would acquit Yet let me not to purchase it My Conscience which is thine expend ODE XII Vpon the Rebellion and troubles in Ireland THy mercies Lord hence in displeasure fled On me and my torn Kingdoms I implore Whose loss we both too justy merited But never can deserve thou shouldst restore Thou seest the cruelty that Christians use In the false colours of Religion dy'd As if the names of Christians they should lose Unless they one another crucify'd Since we thy Truth and Charity despis'd Errour and Hatred now their room possess My God O pardon those thou hast chastiz'd Our wounds with penitentiall Balm redress Make not our sufferings less in thy esteem And to our Conscience let our sins appear As they in th' mirrour of thy judgements seem Which to small crimes are never so severe Remove their numerous weight and be appeas'd Yet then our sinns may they afflict us less More willing to repent than to be eas'd With peace our Souls next our Kingdoms bless By thy great mercy our offences drown'd In the calme Sea of our Redeemers blood And through the purple current of our own Steer us at last to Plenty Peace and Good To me a share of all the ills that press My Subjects doth my wide relation bring Give me a pious sense of their distress Such as befits their Father and their King Let the reproachfull breath their Malice spreads Kindle in me compassionate desires My Charity heap Coles upon their heads Whose zealous cruelty my Kingdom fires O rescue those whom yet thou hast preserv'd Reduceing all to thy Truths saving waies Who by mistake or ignorance have swerv'd But punish them who these combustions raise Not with the guilty thou the innocent Nor th' erring wilt with the malitious slay To Foes through avarice on Slaughter bent Give not that poor seduced Realm away In the devouring Fornace of thine ire A race that may thy mercy praise maintain Deal not with me as mens untruths require But as my guiltless hands are free from stain If I have sought or lov'd my Kingdomes woes Nor did my studies faithfully employ These bloody wild distractions to compose Then let thy hand my fathers house destroy That I have Foes enough thou Lord doest see I durst not call thy curse on me and mine Were I not guiltless to my self and thee Thy mercies are my trust Thy wrath decline ODE XIII Vpon the calling in of the Scots MY troubles Lord are multipli'd O succour the distrest In simplest truth thy Servant guide The wisest interest From th' associate strength of Foes Be thou my just defence Who for the Serpents craft depose The Doves white Innocence Though to oppresse Me they agree Combin'd in mutuall aid Let not my Soul and Honours be to their deceits betray'd Devotion and Allegiance thou Canst in their hearts renue That him they may restore whom now They eagerly pursue Love of thy Truth preserve in me And I despair not theirs At thy command the flowing Sea Back to its Bound repair's My God on thee my hopes depend Me let not shame surprize But them who without cause offend Repulse my Enemies My Armour be Integrity For Lord on thee I wait The Church which thou hast own'd set free From her perplex'd estate ODE XIV Vpon the Covenant LOrd I to thee direct my cries My Subjects forward Oaths remit Quicken their sense of those firm ties By law upon their Conscience knit With which no pious no pretence Of Reformation can dispence Religion owns no injury No Sacreledge by thee allow'd Though mask'd with hate t'Idolatry Their zeal-disguised fraud uncloud Things Holy t is a snare to take And after Vowes enquiry make Assist thy servant to withstand Rapines involv'd in Perjury Nor ever let me wear the brand Of having rob'd thy Church and thee Since what to us thy bounty gives From us thy Clemency receives Though my Revenues are decreast My debts enlarg'd my Treasures drain'd Let not my wants by such unblest Rapines consent to be sustain'd Least from thy Altar fall a Cole And fire at once my Throne and Soul Let no vain publike Indigence The Church from her endowments sever The ' State by peacefull Providence May theirs regain the Church can never Whilst Charity is thought a vice Religion plac'd in Avarice Let them who in thy Temple serve What pious Donors gave enjoy And those incitements to deserve Their wealth to aid the low imploy The Priests in Righteousness array'd The hunger of the Poor allai'd No hallow'd things let Swine divide Nor Doggs devour the Churches bread But Grin and Snarle unsatisfi'd Whilst all that have already fed Death in those sacred morsells finde And leave a rotten name behinde Lord break the Treasons of my Foes In Sacriledge Confederate Disjoin the Hearts and Tongues of those Who bandy 'gainst the Church and State Let all the world their folly see And in my clearness succour me ODE XV Vpon the Iealousies raised and Scandalls cast upon the King c. O Lord thou seest my wrongs abound Lyons enrag'd my Soul surround With poi'snous words Their Tongues like Swords Their teeth like Arrows wound My foes reproach me all the day And sworn deceits together lay My God! how long Shall they grow strong Who with vain Lies inveigh The Calumnies which they have sown On every side to thee are known Hold not thy peace Least they increase And bury my Renown The Lier thou wilt ruinate The Bloody and the false do'st hate Let my upright Intents a light Clear as the Sun dilate My patience let not wrath out-weigh Nor silence Innocence betray That I may tread As thou hast led Curses with blessings pay Shimei when his envenom'd pride Seem'd by thy judgements justifi●d Thou didst ore-throw But deal not so With them that me deride My Pray'r and Patience in these wrongs Like water cool

Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAIESTY CHARLES THE FIRST IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse by T. S. Esq And set to Musick for three voices an Organ or Theorbo by Iohn Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor in OXFORD LONDON Printed for Iohn Martin Iames Allestry and Thomas Dicas and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Paul's Church-yard 1660 TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE SECOND SIR THe Psalmes of David have been continued in verse through many Languages in these your Majesty's Royal Father a Person of like Dignity Sufferings and Piety breaths forth for so he calls them the comforts of David The Parallel gave occasion to this attempt and that inaccessible perfection of Language in which they were first cloath'd will justifie to the World that there could not be any possible encouragement to this undertaking more than that of a pious Duty to the sacred memory of the Author and a particular Devotion to declare my self SIR Your Majesties most Loyal and Obedient Subject THO. STANLEY Psalterium Carolinum ODE I. Vpon his Majestie's calling the Parliament THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the strokes of thy dire punishment Our hopes ore-laid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our Resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgements on us laid Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how unsafe it is shewn us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away Who early penitence for sin deni'd Now mourn for remedies too late apply'd Yet as my Aims were right I not repent That I this later Councell did convent Th' insuing Miseries have for our sin The sad effects of thy just anger bin And through thy mercy may preparatives Of future blessings be and better lives Stript of all else teach us by them to thrive That as thy Staff thy Rod may comfort give If with afflictions patience thou bestow The stroaks are of a Father not a Foe Nor shall I then the ills this Councell wrought Repent by them to true repentance brought Our sufferings with thy Grace far more we prize Than our own peace with our impieties Sole Good and Wise our hearts as Councells steare That the worst things we from thy justice bear To better by thy mercy us inure Poyson'd with Antidotes with poison cure So we by sins of Peace to War inclin'd Through this sad war thy happy peace may finde Whilst I though troubles here perplex my raign May in my heart and in thy Heav'n attain That Crown of Peace which Christ hath bought thou Wilt on thy servant for his sake bestow ODE II. Vpon the Earl of Strafford's death THou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my compliant sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his Refuge should have bin To her self and thee my Soul Her transgression open laies Cleanse me from a guilt so foul And thy mercies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whitenesse shall outvy Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Into greater now am driven Nor by partiall judgements sway'd Let me with thy will dispence Once too oft I was betray'd Man to appease and thee incense Nor brib'd by Interest let me My misguided heart withdraw From my conscience and from thee Thou my Iudge and that my Law To thy joy my Soul unite And my ready will submit To thy spirits saving light Truth my heart and actions knit Lord to the interceding Voice Of my Saviours blood encline O make me and mine rejoyce And the broken bones rejoyn ODE III. Vpon his Majesties going to the house of Commons LOrd thou in Heav'n and in my heart My witnesse art If to oppresse the Innocent I ever meant Then let the Foe my life confound And tread my Honours to the ground The mists which cozen humane sight Shrink from thy light The Heart and Reins thy searching eies Anatomize Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out Nor guilty in the ills I bear Let me appear Though innocence from their success My foes profess Yet pardon what amiss they do Ev'n in this World unpunish'd too From ills that rage or seem to sleep Thy servant keep As to this crime my hands are white My heart upright Plead thou my cause just Iudge defend me And joy in thy salvation send me ODE IIII. Vpon the insolency of the Tumults TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more enrag'd restrain The floods the floods or'e-swell their bounds Danger my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my Realms iniquity The tumults of our souls 'gainst thee These popular inundations cause That bear down Loyalty and Lawes But thou to Seas didst fix a shore And from the Deluge Earth restore O quell these salvage Beasts and me From their tumultuous Rapines free In all our Councells once again Let peace and equall freedome raign That Reason and Religion may Our Hearts as Men and Christians sway And we thy sacred name shall blesse Who canst what men design represse Instruct their Leaders to repent Be Shame not Death their punishment Errours with Truth Passion with Reason Schisms with Love with Laws bound Treason That like thy City We in one May meet This grant for thy dear Son ODE V. Vpon his Majesties passing the Bill for Trienniall Parliaments TO thee my God I still appeal Whose all discerning eyes reveal The clouds that humane thoughts conceal A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deny'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guid Instruct me wisely to employ The Crosses that my hopes destroy As the fullfillings of my joy I rais'd my own feares theirs t' abate Unsetled mine to fix their State Who recompence my love with hate In this darke Storme my Pilot be Which to make home nor suffers me Nor elsewere with security My life thou safely canst dispose Circled by friends or toss'd by those Who poyson what my love bestowes My bounty they I thine abuse Such Grace such Penitence infuse We may not injure thou accuse May I their errours rightly see By their ingratitude to me Wisely reforming mine to thee That though from temporall blessings thrown By sinns of others for my own Thy mercies may my sufferings crown ODE VI Vpon his Majesties retirement from Westminster OUR native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whil'st mens Decrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgements

Love of old And thy Compassions manifold Amongst the living I expected Thy Goodness else had been dejected Let not our prosperour sins make less The benefits of our distress Consume the Dross in this sharp fire Which by long Peace we did acquire On us if Thou Afflictions lay Take not thy strength'ning Grace away With patient Penitence supply The want of our Prosperity And if thy Wrath not yet shall end If still thy Justice thou extend Me and my Fathers House ore-run As for these sheep what have they done O let my sufferings satiate those Who to thy Church and me are Foes But not when they most cruell grow My wider Charity out-goe No vengefull thought my Patience stain Whose glory's thine but mine the gain Me thou to Pardon hast inclin'd Let both our Foes thy Pardon find And now as Thou my heart dost bow To Pray'r hear and accept my vow If thou remember us in Love Nor wilt thy sacred Light remove Of Law and Justice repossest Faction and Heresie supprest If me and mine thou wilt restore To the just Rights we held before If thou each subjects stubborn Heart By Piety to Thee convert By humble Loyalty to Me And to themselves by Charity From civil Broyles if thou release And mak'st their fatal causes cease If thou free Councels wilt dispence Not curb'd by vulgar insolence If thou my Conscience wilt defend Nor to Church Rapins let me bend If me with Power thou reinvest Such as thy Glorys may attest Then shall my soul thy Prayse proclaim And to thy people laud thy Name Then shall thy truth and thy Renown My only treasure be and Crown Then I with Equity shall sway In Iustice shall my Realms obay That as my Right from Thee alone I may my Restitution owne If I by thy Assistance come With Honor Peace and safety home If thou once more the awfull sword To punish and protect afford Then all shall see my Foes partake This Vow which now to Thee I make What now as Christian I forgive No snare of law shall back retrieve Me from my self their Skill can part But I will never learn that art A full Indemnity shall clear The growing doubts of jealous fear Strict Amnesty shall Peace prefer And in Oblivion wrongs interre No future Councells shall controle This solemne purpose of my Soul To me let Mercy so increase As I resolve on Truth and Peace To my Petition Lord attend Which Lips with guile untainted send His Name be blest who hears my Cry Nor his full mercy will deny My Soul thy way to God commit Him trust and he shall perfect it If not restor'd yet who am I That I should charge thee foolishly Thou gav'st thou Lord hast tane away We blessings to thy Name shall pay Happy thy Church my People be At least without if not by Me ODE XXVI Vpon the Armies surprizall of the King at Holmeby and the Ensuing distractions in the two Houses the Armie and the City LOord Thou sacred Unitie In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in Mercy see Whom thy Iustice doth disjoyne Save me from dissenting Foes Who my Pray'rs and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agre'd All discording parties guide To the Peace from which they sway Whil'st they serve or Court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to goe Where thy Providence will lead And the change of things below In thy constant Presence read Make me by thy skillfull Hand Such as thou would'st have me be Then waft me safely to that Land Where Peace ever dwells with thee Spare our Citie 's Lord impure Through their Wealth and Plenty made In their multitude secure By Security betray'd Make them see weigh chose and do For thy Glory and our Peace Lest affliction like a Foe Arm'd for slaughter on them seize Enemies their sins excite Long unfoyl'd they cannot be Who their conscience thwarting fight More against themselves than Me Guilt thy Iustice has pursu'd And for Rapin Wealth makes way Tumults grow from multitude Those to confusion betray Though with mutuall forwardness They have set malicious Snares Me in mischief to oppress Be not yet my Ruine theirs Let me not so much debate What they do or what I bear As my Saviour imitate And their Advocate appear That when longer Me to live These extremities forbid Pray Father them forgive For they knew not what they did Tears which to my Misery They deny'd to theirs deplore Which the less they spend for me For themselves they need the more My Blood light not on their Head Who my Crucifixion sought By the fraud of some misled Not by generall malice taught But thou Lord can'st with thy Care Me by suff'rings elevate Where thy Mercy's have more share Than thy Iustice or Mans hate ODE XXVII Meditations upon Death after the votes of Non-Addresses and his Majesty's closer Imprisonment in Carisbrook Castle THou that fill'st Heaven and Earth O King of Kings In whom no Death whence Life eternall Springs Who canst our Souls unto the yawning Grave Iustly condemne or mercifully save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of Thee and to our selves alive O let the bitter means that aggravate My fall thy Comforts in my Soul dilate If thou art with Me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along Deaths shady Vale Weak mortall man may with his Fate contend But 't is thy Grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as Man what 't is to dy with Me Teach me by Death to live my God with Thee Though I should dy I know thou ever liv'st Though thou should'st kill eternall Life thou giv'st O hold not back thy Love more wish'd than Breath O be not far for neere perhaps is Death All the close Snares for my Destruction set Thy Knowledg can disclose thy Power defeat Let me thy will discover that declares The good of Thine through the much ill of theirs As I am Man I beg Thee turn away This Cup as Christian I have learnt to Pray That not my will but thine my God be done Mine into thine resolve and make them One Let my desires Life with less fervour woe Than thy Commands to suffer or to doe As thou hast pardon'd all my lives frail Errours So thou wilt save me from my Deaths false Terrours Make me content this nothing World to leave That all in thee my All I may receive My Foes their Duty to us both reject Let not thy mindfull Mercyes them neglect What profit by my blood can they obtain To loose their Souls though they my Kingdome gain Though my just Power against my self they bent Let not themselves have their just Punishment Thou by thy Son thy Mercy's hast ally'd To those Offenders by whom Crucify'd Whil'st violence he suff'red from his Foes Yet for their sakes those wrongs did freely choose O hear the Voice of his acquitting Blood Then the accusing Cryes of mine more loud Let them their sins and thy full mercyes know Not their own Souls deceive and overthrow Tempted by unjust Power extreams t' employ And by fallacious Justice me destroy Cruell as false their mercy's have I found Pretending to defend they seek to wound Their bloody fraud O do not thou pursue But with thy Pity and my Love subdue And for my Blood when Inquisition Thou mak'st in that of thy beloved Son Their Souls polluted yet repentant dy That thy destroying Angel may pass by They think my Realm's too narrow both to hold Let thy wide Mercy me and them infold So by our Saviour reconcil'd to Thee Wee l ' live above ambitious Enmity When their hard heavy Hands press down with harms O let me fall into thy tender Arms That from my Lifes sad moments what away Is cut thy blest Eternity may pay Lord thy divine Salvation clearly I Have seen in Peace O let thy Servant dy FINIS