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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

bow Where fix'd by thee I did reside That place by Subjects forc'd I quitted Yet for their good my self deny'd In all to my dispose submitted Let no Demands in Tumults prest From my consent unjust pow'r wrest The greatest mischeif of my Foes Teach me with joy to entertain Ere the least sin that they propose The whiteness of my Conscience stain Iust freedome let thy People have Yet not my Soul be made a Slave Thou hast dispos'd me to a Throne And with a Crown my Temples deckt The reason which from thee I owne Let others Passions not subject So shall my truth with thee comply Though them I cannot satisfie Whilst I by their injurious wrath With violence am forc'd away Guide thou my steps nor from the path Of Truth and Justice let me stray For which my troubles now increase But they at last shall crown my Peace ODE VII Vpon the Queens departure and absence out of England LOrd those whom thou in Vowes hast ty'd Yet now by distance dost divide Here or in Heav'n unite Defend Us from despightfull Foes And by the sufferings they impose Prepare Us for thy sight Though in Religion we dissent Hear our Devotions jointly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde Love in our equall hearts infuse Of thee and him who us to excuse His sinless life resign'd With judgement and desire endue Goodness to know and to pursue These in our Souls prevent Ere Disobedience Harbour win Or Blindness be not that our sin Nor this our punishment O let no Truth my Foes profess Be blemish'd by the wickedness That in their actions thrives May Mine and others Constancy An Antidote more pow'rfull be Against their poys'nous lives Let that sole Faith thou do'st approve In Loyall Peace and humble Love Their native dresse appear Not in the loathsome black disguise Of new Rebellious Heresies Which they would force her weare That she whom Vowes make part of me Thy sacred saving Truth may see From humane Drosse refin'd And in that Christall Glass display'd The mercies in his Blood convey'd Whose life his Precepts sign'd May knowledge of Earths vain delights Ecclips'd by unexpected Nights By sudden Stormes ore-cast Enflame our Spirits with desire To those Celestiall joyes t' aspire Which time shall never wast ODE VIII Vpon his Majesties repulse at Hull and the Fates of the Hothams WHO vengeance on my wrongs hast showne And by my Foes my Foes ore-thrown Let not his fall invite My Soul by close delight To make thy just revenge her own Thou hast reverted on his head The mischiefs he for others spread Unwish'd unask'd by me That all the Earth may see Thou did'st my Cause in judgement plead I will not dare not imprecate The like on all that bear me hate No to their Souls dispence Pardon and Penitence Charg'd wth no due afflictions weight Deprive me not of Theams so fit For Mercy but their sinns remit Whose bold Demerit climbs Next those ungratefull Crimes Of which thou Me art pleas'd t' acquit Their Sinns be to their Conscience prest In Sorrow not in Iudgement drest The Thunder that was thrown So dreadfully at one Be a just terror to the rest Fear with repentant Knowledge joyn Of their malitious black Designe That to thy mercies they Finding the spacious way May thy devouring Wrath decline Lord send thy Truth and Mercy down In them set fast thy servants Throne Let Peace and Iustice meet With mutuall Kisses greet And prop my never fading Crown Be to our pray'r for Foes intent Whom when thy foes thou didst prevent With offer'd Clemency Sending thy Son to dye For them who on his Death were bent ODE IX Vpon the Listing and Raising Armies against the King THrough humane clouds thy Raies like Lightning glide No prejudice thy Sentence swaies For Knowledge is thy Iudgements guide The proud my Soul oppose And slight thy Lawes Help Lord for many are my Foes They hate me yet without a cause I never did thou know'st These Broiles begin In which though I adventure most Yet I am certain least to winn But oft deplor'd and strove With care t' avoid My life such dangers could not love Better to save than kill imploy'd My other sufferings far Their Calumnie Outweighs who tell the World this war My greatest cross was rais'd by Me Yet this by silence I Willingly could own Might it their malice satisfie Whilst thou my innocence hast known Deceitfull Murtherers shall Thy Vengeance finde Already some by timeless fall Are barr'd the fruit their Rage design'd Who War affect suppress My God arise Lift up thy self my Foes increase Pregnant with Mischief Sin and Lies My Life and Conscience they At once invade Let that to their fierce Rage a Prey Ere this to thy just Wrath be made My clearness Refuge claims Yet if my Blood Can onely quench my Kingdoms flames Let my own Subjects sluce the Flood But O the Blood of Me their sinfull King Washt in my guiltless Saviours be Thy mercies unexhausted Spring When Death thy Wrath t' appease I undergo My People from this sinn release Forgive They know not what they do ODE X. Vpon the seizing the Kings Magazins Forts Navy and Militia O my God to thee I fly Stronger than the Enemy Heaven nor Earth are wish'd by me In comparison of thee Let me be when All deny'd More than All by thee supply'd Hast to help thou failst not those Who their trust in thee repose Rob'd of Pow'r to check their Will Who are blindly led to Kill By pretences to Protect I to thee my Eyes erect Help thou need'st not nor shall I Whilst thou dost not thine deny To subdue or undergo If Successe thou not bestow Nor my safety wilt allow To thy judgement see I bow Which upon thy Children fall Nothing I so thou be all Kings are unsecure that boast In the number of an Hoast But thy numerous Mercies are Our defence O God of War Dangers on each side press neer Help and Man I shall not fear My distresses glory I To thy justice will apply Glorify'd thy Mercy be In my safe delivery By my sinns 'gainst thee I fought And to robb thy Glory sought Though thy Subject by my own Justly me thou migh'st unthrone But break forth nor let the Foe Boast his God no strength can show In thy paths my footsteps guide Suffer not my feet to slide As thine Eye my Soul defend And thy shady wing extend From the wicked that oppose And with Malice me inclose To those joyes my conduct be Which in fullness wait on thee ODE XI Vpon the Nineteen Propositions sent to the King ETernall wisedom armd with might With Truth and Right my Reason clear To which so make my will adhere No threats may from their Dictates fright Thou did'st not raise me to a Throne To barre me common liberty Shall that be nam'd a crime in me Which others as a vertue owne Unjustly they their King deny The freedom which all mortalls claim Whilst ev'n

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

and quench their toungs Enflam'd with Ire By that black fire Which unto Hell belongs O let my Deeds their Words refute Nor they enjoy the deadly fruit Which dip'd in gall Their lipps let fall But my indulgent suit My Soul to meek Devotion win That I thy boundlesse mercies in Their malice may With joy survay Thy justice in their sin O let the Curses they have thrown At me invite thy blessings down What some refuse Be pleas'd to chuse For the Head corner stone Look down from thy eternall Tower Redeem from them that would devoure My Soul O hide From mens bold pride From their invective power ODE XVI Vpon the Ordinance against the Common-prayer-book THou still the same for ever blest Whom mercies infinite invest In various constancy exprest Thou hast us with new sense indu'd Of our old wants nor scornst renew'd Desires in unchang'd words pursu'd Still let our fix'd Devotions joyne Our suits to thy firm will encline Our fervent Spirits move by thine For thou in all perfection wise Nor novelty in prayer dost prize Nor pious constancy despise By thy command preferring neither Left in thy Churches pow●r together To use but not disparage either Devotions moderately guide None injur'd none just helps deny'd By others ignorance or pride Since Errours ever are unsure And by pretence of change allure Whilst truth in Union is secure Preserve thy Church that no unfit Orders as various she admit Nor Constancy as formall quit Lord chase Hypocrisie away And then we know we safely may In setled forms or praise or pray Teach us what dwells within to mend And lesse we outwards need attend From bold blind zeal thy Church defend ODE XVII Vpon the differences between the King and the two Houses in point of Church-Government TO thee my uprightness is known Who hast appointed me to own Thy s●cred Faiths defence O let me not of thee forlorn Against my Conscience be ore-born By floods of violence Up Lord in thine own cause arise Least Schism make thy Church its prize And trample on her pow'r From thee continued to our time When Wealth is made her fatall crime Her sin is her fair Dow'r Whom some have plunderd others wound The rest deserted as they found Or in her sufferings joy May I her hurts and wants relieve The power which I from thee receive Teach me for thee t' imploy To her that love be still sustain'd I owe as Christian though restrain'd As King from all my right The bounties on thy Church displaid By providence let none invade With sacrilegious might Forgive their Errour and their Sin Who wrought thy sufferance to let in Flie Foxes and wild Boars To lay that goodly Vineyard wast Which thy right hand in planting grac'd Watred with heavenly showers Oh! never let such Infamy Brand my clear Name as to agree T' oppose the Church and those Whose Errours I should rather hide With silence or with meekness chide Than to comtempt expose The wrongs which with thy Church I bear And for her sake to thee appear Hast Lord to set us free From ravenous men of reason void Who have old Bounds of Peace destroi'd To let in Heresie Thou God of Peace and Order quell The malice of our Foes dispell Their black devices then May we who in thy Church delight The wonders of thy Prayse recite Before the Sons of men ODE XVIII Vpon the Uxbridge Treatie c. OF Peace and Reason Lord Delighting in accord The wicked who from sin With offer'd Grace would win Whose mercy courts to save Though power to kill thou have Our hearts to softness woo'd In our Redeemers blood Perswade us to agree Both with our selves and thee As Men and Christians ought Peace often have I sought But it no sooner name Than war my Foes proclaim Our actions never may Destructive Passions sway Our Judgments clear that we Thy Truth may plainly see Our stubborn Hearts incline In bonds of Peace to joyne Our irreligious hate To thee oh dissipate That to our selves remove With interchanged Love The war our sins have wrought With Peace which Christ hath bought ODE XIX Vpon the various events of War Victories and Defeats With ready joy oh let me Lord agree To be orecome when thou wilt have it so Instruct me in the noblest Victory By patience to subdue my self and foe Conquest like Christs a Christian King best shew Mold us to Piety betwixt thy Hands Prest by thy left supported by thy right Pardon the pride of our succesfull Bands And the repinings of our luckless Fight When trusting in our own deny'd thy might When we are ought or nothing be thou All That thy wide glory 's the whole World may fill Or in our Conquest or inglorious fall Thou know'st with what Regret I suffer ill From those whose Good 's the scope of all my will The Ills they force me to inflict I bear And in their punishments my own embrace Victor or vanquish'd since a double share Of certain suffering doth my Hope displace Grant me a double Portion of thy Grace As most afflicted Lord reform me most To see our Peace and to restore it blest That all subdu'd by reasons power may boast A mutuall Conquest common strife supprest In publick Union our joynt Interest But if as sins of Peace provok'd this War Peace for the sins of War thou shouldst deny Making our miseries more circular Yet let thy servant midst these broyles enjoy That Peace the World nor gives nor can destroy To me impute not Lord the purple Flood Shed with unwilling grief in my defence But wash me in my Saviours precious blood By whom my troubles hope a quick dispence For short are impious joy's and Confidence ODE XX Vpon the Reformation of the Times LOrd thou who Beauty canst return To them that mourn And the disguis'd pretext of Art To Truth convert Oh let us not by shews be guil'd Seem pure without within defil'd Within where most deform'd we are Be our first care Then with clear eyes the Church we may And State survey Our Hearts our Spirits Lord renew That we thy Dictates may pursue Upon our foul disorders bred By them who led With rage to purge us undertook With pity look Quench thou the fire that Factions raise From Reformations specious Blaze As their Division Lord proclaims Their weak bad Aims So let us in those fires refin'd In love be joyn'd From Passions freed blest with increase Of inward Vertue outward Peace ODE XXI Vpon his Majesties Letters taken and divulg'd THou Lord who by thy wise Decree Do'st our Contingency dispose Make me thy constant mercyes see In the advantage of my Foes Thou canst their Councells turn away And their devices ruinate Who all my secrets open lay To work me in my Peoples hate To thy Omniscience I repair Witness with my Integrity How false the wrested Comments are Which they to what I write apply The ill directed by their Aim To me so turn upon their Head