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A72505
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One and forty divine odes Englished set to King Davids princely harpe. By S.P.L.
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Brazil. Ministério do Interior. Secretaria de Planejamento.; Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625, attributed name.
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liue and dye euen as he please to will Vnder whose changelesse law all trembling lies bound to obey and his Edicts fulfill 10 Who far more wise then men professing arts Profaner men that vainer arts professe He mockes the baser births of their lewd harts And frustrate bad men of all good successe 11 But what the Author of all things propounds And keepes within the closet of his mind Whilst day and night doe tread their measur'd rounds Shall steddy stand nor alteration find 12 Ah thrice nay more then fourefold blest are those Whose patrone God takes on himselfe to be And whom he tooke peculiarly and chose To be his owne in a more neere degree 13 From the star-spangled vaults where Saints abide The Grand-Sire of the world casts downe his eye 14 And in his inmost roomes retir'd aside Beholds the cares and toiles wherein men lye 15 Who fram'd the heart and her darke angles made And knowes what lurkes in eu'ry humane brest There 's nothing hid eu'n in the darkest shade That can be kept from him or lye supprest 16 The King in vaine troops with his mustred bands To be safe-guarded and preseru'd secure The Souldier hopes in vaine with his steel'd hands Against his foe to be protected sure 17 Oft-times the Horse that ouer-runs the winde Deceiues his rider nor performes his speed 18 But God beholds Iust men of heauenly kinde With a fixte ye that still his marke doth heed 19 And doth retort the darts of daring fate And stops the iawes of hunger sharpe and fell 20 Hence comes our hope of helpe and happy state None can like him and none will guard so well 21 And hearts deuoted to his seruice He Besprinkles all with oile of ioy and brings 22 Their hopes and vowes that on him fixed be To happy end whence endlesse solace springs PSAL. XXXIV IN weale or woe what e're befall At all times I the Lord will praise My mouth with high-strain'd accents shall His praise resound and alwaies raise 2 This shall my ioy and comfort be And present ease in dire distresse The mournfull crue thus following me Shall cause their sorrow seeme the lesse 3 Thus all in one let vs pursue With praise his name and sou'raigne might 4 In dangers when I call'd he knew My voice and soone put feare to flight 5 Who heart and all to him apply With cheerfull hue their visage shines Nor shame with her cheek-staining dye Shall shew them crost in their designes 6 Behold this poore penurious wretch When he to him for aide did call He forth his sauing arme did stretch And freed him from what ill might fall 7 Who feare the Lord an Angell sent Doth guard their camps and fence them so That impious force against them bent He foiles them all leaues not a foe 8 Make proofe and you shall quickly see How far Gods bounty doth extend And know how blest they onely be Who hope and hap to him commend 9 You holy Nations serue the Lord They nothing want who him adore 10 Extortious wrongs doe not afford Their masters food when these haue store 11 Come heauens delight attend and heare Whilst I the Lords true feare relate 12 Who look'st for life from dangers cleare And for long daies in happy state 13 Refraine thy tongue from poisonous spite And keepe thy lips from cursed fraud 14 Auoid the crooked waies doe right And loue sweet rest and peace applaud 15 The Lord beholds the innocent And to their vowes lends open eare 16 His brow against the wicked bent Their names in no records appeare 17 The Lord attends the iust mans plaint And frees him from all pressing ills 18 When others with lost labour faint And hopelesse are to worke their wills And when the minde with griefes opprest Doth vnderlye the waight it beares Gods helpe at hand is still addrest And care-distracted soules vp-reares 19 What good men would blinde Chance enuies And taskes them to laborious toiles But God who guards the godly wise Abates her edge and forces foiles 20 21 And keepes the bones in their right place Vnbroken by the hands of foes When lewd men to their more disgrace By their owne sinnes worke their owne woes And he who 's not the godlies friend Shall with his house quite ruin'd fall 22 But who serues God he doth defend His life house liuelihood and all PSAL. XXXV BLest Architect who mad'st the worlds wide frame Come and protect me and my cause defend And to my foes with ignominious shame Retort the ill which they tow'rds me intend 2 3 Take with thy darts thy all-resisting shield And draw thy sword and meet my foes i' th field Say to my soule secured by mine aid Let not thy courage be appall'd with feare 4 The shamefull blush that showes a shind dismaid Be that the colour and let that appeare In my foes front and turne they soone their backe Who their blind traps prepar'd to work my wracke 5 As Boreas fierce doth whirle the dust about So let the wreakfull Angell in their flight 6 Hard at the heeles pursue this heartlesse rout Dabling in durt let then the sullen night Cloud all her lampes that frighted with her frowne The wreakfull Angell then may ding them downe 7 For since they sought by their lewd luring traines To take me in their nets who meant but good And digg'd a pit in th' Earths deepe hollow veines 8 Snar'd be they in the nets laid for my blood And where my death was threatned in that pit Headlong fall they and blindfold lye in it 9 In the meane time my heart shall leape withall All sweet delight infus'd My mind now free By grant of grace from harmes that might befall Shall praise the Lord whence comfort comes to me 10 And all the senses that expresse the mind Shall cry and say None like our God we find Who guards the poore from violence of those That presse them down with their huge waight of pride And whose reuenging hand keepes off the blowes That would confound were he not on their side 11 Conspiring Calumny doth spit her spite And of foule crimes me guiltlesse doth endite 12 They feigne flagitious facts which I ne're knew To bring my soule vnto a shamefull end What I did well with malice they pursue And breake their sleepes whilst they my death intend 13 Whilst pois'nous griefe burnes like a plaguy sore And eats their intrails in ill case before I in a sable hue and mourning weed Deform'd and worne scourg'd with pale famines rod Groueling on ground eyes hand and heart agree'd With teares and humble sute t' appease my God 14 So friend for friend so brother mourns for brother So sons bedew with teares their deare dead mother 15 If Fortune toucht me with her heauy hand They flock and ioy at my supposed ills The rascall rout when I thinke nothing band To worke on me their proud and spitefull wills 16 Base Parasites and all the babling crue Whet