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The mindes melodie Contayning certayne psalmes of the kinglie prophete Dauid, applyed to a nevv pleasant tune, verie comfortable to euerie one that is rightlie acquainted therewith.
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Montgomerie, Alexander, 1545?-1598.
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THE MINDES Melodie CONTAYNING CERTAYNE Psalmes of the Kinglie Prophete Dauid applyed to a nevv pleasant tune verie comfortable to euerie one that is rightlie acquainted therewith EDINBVRGH PRINTED BE ROBERT CHARTERIS Printer to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie 1605. Cum Priuilegio Regali An Obseruation The diuision of the verses is knovvne by this marke ¶ THE MINDES Melodie PSAL. I. BLEST is the man Yea happie than By grace that can Eschew ill counsell and the godles gates And walkes not in The way of sin Nor doth begin To sit with mockers in the scornefull sates But in IEHO VAES law Delites aright And studies it to know Both day and night That man shall bee Like to the tree Fast planted by the running riuer growes That frute doth beare In tyme of yeare Whose leafe shall neuer fade nor rute vnlouse ¶ His actions all Ay prosper shall Which shall not fall The godles men but as the calfe or sand That day by day Winde driuith away Therefore I say The wicked in the judgement shall not stand Nor sinners rise no more Whom God disdaines In the assemblie where The just remaines For why the Lord Who bear'th record Doth know the righteous conuersations ay And godles gates Which he so hates Shall quite die perish doubtlesse decay PSALME IIII. TO thee I call In my great thrall And troubles all Hear me ô Lord my God of righteousnesse Of mercie free Thou hast set mee At libertie Haue mercie Lord and rid me from distresse O men of mortall name How long will yee My glorie turne to shame With vanitie O Sonnes of men Why doe ye then Seeke after lies with the vngodly ghuest The Lord aboue Doth surelie loue The godlie man and heareth my request ¶ In aw therefore Giue God the glore And sinne no more With quyet mynde examine well your heart Your sweete incense Of innocence With confidence Bring to the Lord your selues to him conuert The worldlie wretch all day Doth neuer cease For well and wealth to pray This life to ease But thou thy grace And louing face With brightfull beames make on vs Lord to shine Graunt vs thy light And fauour bright We pray the Lord thine eare to vs incline ¶ With heart and voice I will rejoice And make my choise Of this thy grace before all worldlie care This treasure great Doth me delite With joy perfite More then the wretch for al his goods geas As granes and grapes so gay In tyme of yeare That filles his heart I say With joyfull cheare In rest and peace I finde release And willy down sleepe with sound repose For thou my guarde And sure rewarde My help my hope doest keep me frō my foes PSALME VI. LORD Irequyre That in thme yre Fuming as fyre Thou me no wayes rebuke nor yet reject Though I doe swerue And so deserue That I should sterue In mercie Lord I pray thee yet correct For griefe and anguish he Me so opprest That in my weary bones I finde no rest My soule and mynde Are so sore pynde That it I can expresse in no degree O Lord I say How long delay Wilt thou to cure my woe and miserie ¶ Let thy sweete face And wonted grace In tyme and space Returne to free my soule from all her paine Not for no thing That she can bring That is condigne But for thy mercie freely made her gaine For why amongst the dead Who shall thee praise Shall dust and asse in earth Thy glorie blaise My plaintes trewlie So grieuous be That I am like to swerue I am so faint All night I greet My couch I weet With trickling tears gusht out with my complaint ¶ Mine eyes dim bee And will not see My sinne trewlie And griefe hes so possest my heauie heart For feare of those That bomy foes And would rejoise To see my wreak would my soule subuert But now away all ye That wicked be For the Lord he hath heard My plaint and crie And not onelie He hath heard me But granted my request and whole desyre And shall my foes In tyme disclose And thē confound with shame in his hote yre PSALME VIII IEHOVA Lord Who can record In writ or word Thy name so great on earth euerie where Which thou hast plaist As pleasde thee best Aud worthiest Aboue the heauens and christall cleared aire Thou makes thy laude and praise Thy strength and might From breath of babes to rise Both day and nigh In suckling ones Thy graces remaines For to be seene and beautie excellent The mouth to close Of godlesse foes That readie are to slay the innocent ¶ When I behold The high heauens mould That doth vnfold Thy wondrous works by thy owne fingers wroght The Moone so bright And starrie light That shines by night With gleaming fires all formed out of noght What thing is mortall wight Then doe I say Of whome thou Lord of might Art myndfull ay The Sonne of man What is he than Whom thou by grace doest choose beautifie Yet little lesse I must confesse Thou hast him made then Angels in degree ¶ And thou his name And glorious frame Exalts with same And crownes his head with royall Majestie And as a King Him sets to raigne Ou'r euerie thing That life breath forme shape hath taine of thee As sheepe Oxe horse and beast That feeds on land Yea all such things are preast At his command The fishe that swym With out-spred fin And fowls eachone that haunt into the Aire IEHOVA Lord Who can record Thy Name so great on earth and euery wher PSALME XV. OLORD who shall Thy tent indwell Celestiall Who shall abide within thine holie hill That walks in light And doth thats right With all his might His brothers name doth not reproach spill Nor yet can heare his fame In any sort To be imparde with blame Or false report That doth abstaine From euerie meane And wrongful way to work his neighbour wo And in whose sight The wicked wight That God despytes despyted is also ¶ But such as loue The Lord aboue He doth approue And honors them with loue and reuerence That band doth make And will not breake For losse nor lacke That may ensue nor any such pretence Nor yet doth put his coyne To vsurie Nor the just cause purloyne Through bry berie Who meanes right so These thinges to do And steadfastlie doth keepe the persite way As Syon Hill He shall stand still And neuer moue nor perithe or decay PSALME XIX THE firmament And heauens out-stent So excellent Thy handy-work glorious praise proclaim Each day to day Succeeding ay In their array And night to night by course doe preache the same No sound of breath nor speach Of men haue they Yet euerie-where they preache Thy praise I say Their lyne goeth out The earth about Their voice is heard throughout the world so wide There he a throne Set for the Sunne And Paylion plight his mansion to abide ¶ Who like
a groome Of great renoume Right braue doth come Frō chamber straight with comlie countenāces Or like a knight In pleasant plight Doth haste with might To runne the race his honor to aduances His rysing and his race It doth appeare Euen from the out-most space Of heauens Spheare Then hes he taine His course againe Through azurde sky by reuolution right Nothing can be Hid from the eye And burning beames of that great lampe of light ¶ Gods word is cleare His law sinceere And most enteere The sinfull soule to him for to conuert His precepts pure Both firme and sure And can allure And make right wise the sober simple heart Thy wayes and statutes all Are righteousnesse Which glad the soules in thrall With joyfulnesse They giue cleare light To our blinde sight Thy feare is pure and euer permanent Thou cannot rew Thy judgements trew And righteous are ô Lord Omnipotent ¶ Much gold of price Refyned twyce Yea more then thryce Is not in worth with them for to be valu'de The honie white Pure and perfite Mouing delite Is not so sweete nor so much to be craued They make thy seruants wile And circumspect And what to enterprise They him direct In keeping them Great is the gaine And rich rewarde for such lade vp for euer But who can count Sinnes that surmount From secreet sins good Lord my soule deliuer ¶ O Lord vouchsaue I humblie craue Me for to saue And cleanse my hart frō proud presumptuous sin Then shall I bee From sinnes set free That troubles mee Preserue me Lord that I walke not therein And let them not preuaile Me to possesse Then I will without faile Loue righteousnesse Accept my plaint Which I present Before thy sight with humble hart and voice My strength and stay Thou art for ay And Sauiour sweete in whom I do rejoyce PSALME XXIII THE Lord most hie I know will be An heyrde to me I can not long haue stresse nor stand in neede He makes my leare In feelds so fare That without care I doe repose and at my pleasure feede He sweetlie me conuoyes To pleasant springes Where nothing me annoyes But pleasure bringes He giues my minde Peace in such kinde That feare of foes nor force can not me reaue By him I am lead In perfite tread And for his Name he will me neuer leaue ¶ Though I should stay Euen day by day In deadlie way Yet would I be assurde and feare no ill For why thy grace In euerie place Doth me imbrace Thy rod shiphirds-crook comforts me still In despyte of my foe My table growes Thou balmes my head with ioy My cuppe ouer-flowes Kindnesse and grace Mercie and peace Shall follow me for all my wretched dayes Then endles joy Shall me conuoy To heauen where I with thee shall be alwaies PSALME XLIII O LORD of grace Iudge thou my cace From thy high place My cause reuenge against my deadlie foes From wicked traine Of fraudfull men That thee misken Saue me ô Lord for I in thee rejoise Thou art my God and aide My strength and stay Why go I then dismaide In this array Why shouldst thou mee Reject from thee As pray to those that seeke my soule to spill Send out thy light Thy trueth and right And guide my wayes vnto thy holie hill ¶ Then will I to Thine Altar goe Not fearing foe With Harp in hand to sing thy praise for euer My God so deare My joy and cheare Who doest me heare With readie helpe do now my soule deliuer My soule why doest thou freate Thus in my breast With grudging griefe ouer-set Not taking rest In God most just Set all thy trust And call on him in all thy stresse and greefe I will alwayes Him laude and praise He is my God my helpe my whole releefe PSALME LVII HAVE reuth on me Haue reuth on me O Lord from hie Haue mercy Lord in thee my soule doth trust Vntill at last This stormie blast Be ouer-past In shadow of thy winges my hope shall rest On God most high I call My hearts delyte Who will his promise all To me perfite From Heauens Throne He will send downe And saue me from the sharp rebuke shame Of cruell foes That me inclose His mercie sure shall keepe me from al blame ¶ I lie beset With Lyons net And men are met In syrie rage my seclie soule to catch Whole teeth I weene Like arrowes keene Are to be seene Their tongues like swordes some mischeef for to hatch Exalt thy selfe therefore The heauens aboue On earth shew forth thy glore And power proue A snare is made And grins are laide My steps to trap my feete to fold withall I am opptest A ditche is drest For me but loe my foes therein doe fall ¶ My heart is bent And permanent With full intent To praise the Lord and to extoll his name My tongue alway Awake I say By breake of day My Harpe in haste and Viole doe the same I will thee praise among The people all As God and Lord most strong Thee praise I shall Thy mercies great And trueth perfite Doe reache vnto the heauens cloudie sky Exalt therefore Thy Name and glore Aboue the clouds and limites of the day PSALME XCI WHO doth confyde And so abyde All tyme and tyde In secreete and in shade of the most Hie He may well say God is my stay And strength alway My forth my hope in whom my trust doth lie He shall thee keepe and sence From hunters snare From cruell Pestilence And all such feate And shall the hide On euerie side In shadow safe and couert of his winges His truethmost sure Ay to indure Thy sheeld shal be against all noysome things ¶ Thou shalt not care For any feare By night or eare Or noone-day bright for the swift fleing dart No fearefull Pest That may molest By night shall rest On thee nor plague by day that falles athwart Although a thousand men Before thine eye Yea more then thousands ten Should fall hard by None ill at all Shall thee be fall No dangerous death nor dread shal come thee neare But wicked anes That God disdaines He will rewarde as thou shalt see most cleare ¶ Be not affraide Sence thou hast said God is mine aide And the most high hast set for thy refuge No harme nor hurt Within thy court Shall doe thee sturt No skaith shall come within thy tent to ludge For he his Angels bright Hath geuen command To keep thee day night On euerie hand And by their arme To saue from harme And stay thy steps from stumbling at a stone Thou shalt down-tread one The dragons head The Lyon fearce the Aspes their yong each ¶ Because the Lord Of his accord Hath said the word I will him saue and send deliuerance He doth adore And loue my glore I will therefore Him saith the Lord to honor high aduance When he shall on me call In tyme of neede I will from dangers all