Tho' other Cities famous are Thy Glories are without compare Of thee alone it can be told God here his Residence do's hold Egypt and Babylon may show And so may other Countries too Some single worthy who deriv'd His Birth from them and where he liv'd Sion vast numbers can return Of great and good men in her born Whose flourishing estate she 's sure God by his care will still secure When God who all discerns shall view The Nations Register how sew Noted for Goodness will he place Upon th' account of Heathen Race Sion has many such enjoy'd Tho' in lower services employ'd They one another here succeed As Streams still flow which Springs do feed PSALM LXXXVIII As the 100 Psalm O God my Saviour Night and Day To thee I cry to thee I pray Incline thine ear to my complaint In Mercy my Petitions grant Troubles my Soul so filled have I dwell next door unto the Grave My strength 's so spent when look'd upon I 'm given o'er by all for gone Shut up from all Society Among the Dead I 'm only free Forgot like those in Battel slain Like Families without remain I 'm thrust into a dismal Cell Which deep and dark resembles Hell Thy wrath will sink me down at last Troubles like Waves come on so fast As if t'another World remov'd I 've no converse with those I lov'd Others to see me have no mind To such a loathsome place consin'd Sorrow 's the Company I keep Who can do nothing here but weep Onely my fervent cries implore Thine aid when I can weep no more Part II. Wilt thou shew Wonders to the Dead Shall they to praise thee raise their Head What Kindness can the Grave declare What Truth when men destroyed are What Pow'r appear where Light is not Or Righteoushess where all 's forgot Thus Lord my cries to thee I 've sent My Pray'rs the morning Light prevent Why do I then deserted lie Why frown'st thou on my Misery Affliction has my Portion been E'er since mine Age was young and green From which if no release I find Thy Terrours will distract my Mind And now thine Anger fiercer grows Death onely must conclude my woes These daily like a rolling Tide Environ me on every side The Waves together met in haste Will swell and swallow me at last Relief from Friends and those I lov'd Is hopeless all so far remov'd And all who my acquaintance were Are lost or hide themselves for fear PSALM LXXXIX WITH chearfull Heart I 'll ever sing The Mercies of the Lord To all make known how true he is And constant to his Word Without all change thy Mercy do's On firm foundations stay And sooner than thy Promise fail The Heav'ns shall move away When God his servant David chose To govern Israel his Covenant with him he made And by his Oath did seal The Throne I give thee on thy feed For ever I entail Which tho' thrown down yet I again To raise it will not fail This wond'rous Love if we forget With praises to proclaim The Heav'nly Angels sacred Quire Shall celebrate the same These never with the Lord compare Nor his Commands contest But give attendance at his Throne With awful fear possess'd Part II. Great God! there 's none that 's arm'd with pow'r Or girt with Truth like thee Thou when the waves arise dost rule And still the raging Sea Thy Arm alone brake Egypt's pow'r And Israel did adore When they beheld the drowned Host Lie scattered on the shore The world with all therein is thine Made by thy pow'rful voice With all the Quarters of the Earth Which in thy Care rejoyce Thy great and uncontrolled Power Can no resistance fear Yet Mercy Righteousness and Truth In all thy Rule appear Blest are the men that understand The joyful sound of Praise They thro' thy Favour shall enjoy An Age of happy Days Th' Expressions of thy wond'rous Love Will fresh delights create And thou the Glory of their strength Wilt raise their low estate Part III. Our King and Guardian is the Lord Of Israel ever blest Who to an Holy Prophet thus His mind of old exprest I 've found a Man of worth and might For your Deliverer One from among the People chose I for your King prefer David my Servant to receive This Honour I appoint Go then and to this Office him With Holy Oil anoint My powr'ful Presence I 'll afford T' assist him in distress Whom subt'lest Foes shall not deceive Nor spightfullest oppress But he shall their united force Broken in pieces see And all that hate him by my pow'r Plagu'd and destroy'd shall be To him my Faithfulness I 'll show My Favours on him showre And whilst he trusts in me will raise And still enlarge his pow'r His Empire by his Victories Shall far and wide extend On God as a kind Father he For safety shall depend I 'll own him for my first-born King In highest Honour plac'd My Love for him I 'll keep with him My Covenant shall stand fast Succession in his Family From failing I 'll secure The Regal Pow'r therein shall last While th' Heavens do endure Part IV. If David's sons mind not my Law Nor in my Judgments walk If they Religion and its Rules Of Life profanely balk For these transgressions and neglects Severely they shall smart But yet my Love I 'll not withdraw Nor from my word depart I will not break th' Engagements made To David's Royal blood What by my Holiness I 've sworn My Truth shall still make good His Race shall never fail his Throne While the Sun shines shall last Nor shall the Moon my Pledge above Stand in her Orb more fast But Lord how shall we reconcile Thy dealings with thy word Wroth with our King he 's now by thee Rejected and abhorr'd As if with David thou hadst made A Covenant in vain His Honour 's trampled under foot His Crown is made profane All his Defences are broke down His Forts in ruines laid A scorn t' his Neighbours and a prey To every Spoiler made His Foes much stronger triumph in Their easie Victories His blunted sword cannot repell Assailing Enemies His former Glory 's quite eclips'd His Kingdoms state o'erthrown His Reign is shortned and disgrace Has sullied his renown Part V. How long shall we in this sad state By thee neglected mourn Till we are utterly consum'd Lord shall thine Anger burn Oh call to mind how short a time At best to live we have Shall it be said we 're made for nought But sorrow and a Grave Why should our Foes destroy us thus When none 's so firm and strong But he must fall into the Grave And yield to Death ere long Lord what 's become of that old Love Thou didst to David bear To whom for ever to be kind Thou faithfully didst swear Forget not Lord how we are made The mighty Peoples scorn I easier all my other griefs Than their reproach have born Thy Foes they
take Example by me to be worse State-reason and a private End Serv'd by ill projects shall not bend The Laws against the Rule of Right The man whose sroward heart is press'd Ungodly Counsels to suggest shall never be my Favourite The privy Slanderer I 'll not brook Nor on the proud vouohsafe to look Unless to note him for disgrace But men of clear Integrity And unsuspected Honesty Shall be advanc'd to highest place None shall by tricks and sly decoit By lyes and little arts grow great Or be in mine Affairs imploy'd Justice shall not Offenders spare But wicked Doers by my care Shall from God's City be destroy'd PSALM CII LORD hear the pray'rs and mournful cries Of mine afflicted state And with thy Comforts chear my Soul Before it be too late My days consume away like smoak Mine anguish is so great My Bones are not unlike an Hearth Parched and dry with Heat This makes my vital Spirits fail And flag like withered Grass Mine appetite to food 's so lost My meals I Over-pass Such is my grief I little else Can do but sigh and groan So wasted is my flesh I 'm lest Nothing but skin and bone Like th' Owl and Pelican that dwell In deserts out pf sight I sadly to bemoan my self In solitude delight The wakeful Bird that on House tops Sits without company And spends the night in dolesul cries Lives such a life as I. My pleased Enemies expose My miseries to scorn So set against me with mad rage My ruine they have sworn Th' ashes I roll in when I eat Are tasted with my Bread And with my Drink are mix'd the tears I plentifully shed Thy wrath against us so severe Do's not remit at all By dashing all the hopes thou 'st rais'd I 've had the sorer fall Part II. My days like the declining shades Make haste and fly away As Flow'rs before the scorching Sun They wither and decay But thou Lord ever shalt remain The same thou ever wast And the memorial of thy Truth Shall to all Ages last The years for Sion's punishment Prefix'd expiring are God's time to favour her 's at hand Her ruines to repair These hopes to see her built again Make us her stones to prize Her heaps of rubbish and of dust Are precious in our Eyes The Heathen Kings who scorn us now Will then thy Name revere Whose pow'r when Sion is restor'd Will gloriously appear The captive poor that now bemoan Their miseries in vain Shall then be heard and their lost state And liberties regain This Mercy to the following Age Shall stand upon record And their Posterity tho' yet Unborn shall praise the Lord. Part III. The Lord who in his Heav'nly Throne Advanced is so high Yet casts on our afflicted state A favourable eye Hell give that wish'd for liberty The groaning pris'ners crave And those that look upon themselves As doom'd to die will save That they the Glories of his Name May in nis Temple raise And in Jerusalem aloud His Truth and Goodness praise When all his saved people there Shall meet with one accord And other Kingdoms joyn with us In worshipping the Lord. But mine afflictions such decays Of age and strength had made My hopes to see those happy days Fell short and thus I pray'd Lord take me not away before My better days be past Thine undeclining years beyond All generations last Th' unknown Foundations of the Earth Of old by thee were laid The fair and beauteous Heavens shew The work thy hands have made These all shall perish and wax old Like garments thrown aside But tho' they change thy years ne'er fail Thou dost the same abide Thy kindness to the good is firm Thy word to them is sure Tho' strange events may change the world Their Race shall still endure PSALM CIII As the 100 Psalm BLess thou the Lord my soul his Name Let all the pow'rs within me bless O let not his pasl favours lie Forgotten in unthankfulness It 's he that pardons all thy sins He that in sickness makes thee sound It 's he redeemed from the Grave Thy Life with Love and Mercy Crown'd It 's he that fills thy mouth with good And all thy just desires supplies Who like the Eagles makes thine Age To a renewed youth arise From his strict Justice sure relief Oppressed Innocence will find Moses and Isr'el knew his ways And kind Intentions of his mind Abundant Mercies flow from God Love is his nature and delight Slow is his wrath and tho' he chides Intends not to destroy us quite His Anger in its rise and stay From Rules Justice never swerves And when he punishes our faults The measure 's less than sin deserves As Heav'n is far above the Earth So his Rewards exceed our Love Farther than East is from the West His Pardon does our sins remove Part II. A father's pity to his child Resembles God's tho' shorter far For he considers our weak frame That onely quickned Dust we are Man's days are like the Grass or Flow'r That in the Field its Beauty shows But fades with every blasting wind And then its former place none Knows But God's eternal Truth and Love Is to good Men and to their Race Those that his Laws and Cov'nant keep His favour ever will embrace Circled with glorious Light his Throne The Lord has plac'd in Heav'n above Whose mighty ' pow'r and sov'reign Rule Extends o'er all that live and move Bless God ye Angels who in strength And ready services transcend Bless him ye Hosts and Ministers Who all to doe his Will attend All ye his works that subject are In ev'ry place to his controll Bless ye your Maker and with them Joyn in his Praises O my Soul PSALM CIII Another Metre MY Soul bless thou the Lord his Name All pow'rs within me bless O never let his favours be Lost in unthankfulness It 's he forgives thy sins and do's Thy sicknesses remove It 's he redeems thee from the Grave And crowns thy Life with Love It 's he that fills thy mouth with good Thy just desires supplies Who like the Eagles makes thine Age To a new Youth arise From his strict Justice sure relief Wrong'd Innocence shall find Moses his ways and Israel knew Th' Intentions of his mind The Lord is kind and Goodness is His nature and delight Slow is his wrath and tho' he chides Would not destroy us quite His Anger in its rise and stay From Justice never swerves And when he punishes our faults It 's less than sin deserves As Heav'n do's far exceed the Earth So his Rewards our Love Farther than East is from the West He do's our sins remove Part II. A father's pity to his child Than God's is lesser far For he considers our weak frame And knows that Dust we are Man's days are like the grass or flow'r Fresh when it s newly blown But fades with every blasting wind Whose place no more is known But God is true and ever kind To
a quiet stream makes glad The City of the Lord His presence shall secure her peave And timely help afford The Nations rage and threaten War But God is on our side One word of his dissolves their force And daunts their swelling pride See what his hand has done it draws The Sword out of its sheath Which while he gives it leave triumphs In Slaughter and in Death Then by another word he makes Destructive wars to cease He breaks their Arms the Bow and Spear And crowns the Earth with peace Cease then fond man to strive with God Whose Pow'r is over all For fear he should exalt himself In your unpitied fall This is our Glory that the Lord Of Hosts is on our side We in his Care as in a Forts In Safety shall abide PSALM XLVII O All ye people clap your hands And make a joyful noise With Acclamations to your God Declare your inward joys His high Perfections do proclaim Him greatly to be fear'd This King of all the world commands Your Honour and regard By him o'er warlike Nations we Our Conquests do advance And he this happy Land has chose For our Inheritance Here he resides too and in this All People we excell A signal Token 't is of Love When God with us will dwell In a triumphant state our Lord This Holy Place ascends Loud noise of trumpets all the while Our shouts of joy attends Sing chearful praises to our God Sing Praises to our King He 's Lord of all the Earth his praise With understanding sing He makes the Heathen feel his pow'r And him their Sov'reign own He seats himself upon the Ark As on his Holy Throne Rulers and People at set times Do all assemble here And whilst they worship Abr'ham's God From foes no danger fear God who their safety undertakes Superior is to all His Rule extends o'er those whom men The Earth's Defenders call PSALM XLVIII As the 100 Psalm GReat Praises to the greatest Lord Are due from none so much as those Of his own City in that Mount He for his solemn worship chose For Situation the whole Land None so delightful do's afford Seen Northward of Jerusalem The City of our Mighty Lord. As in a Royal Palace there God keeps his solemn Residence His Divine presence makes it safe No Fort can give it such defence The Forces of Confed ' rate Kings Drew near this City to attack They saw it and like men amaz'd In great Confusion hasted back Terrour and fear seiz'd all their Host No child-bed throws come on so fast Such as the Mariners feel whose ships Tost by fierce Tempests break at last God's City has such wonders seen As heretofore our Fathers told His Mercy which has sav'd us now Will still protect and it uphold Part II. Not trusting to our Arms or Forts We to thy Temple did repair Thought on thy Love and waited there What God would do by humble pray'r Thy Name 's the Lord of Hosts we found Thee so in our Deliverance And all the World thy glorious pow'r In chearful Praises will advance Thy hand for works of Mercy Lord As well as Justice is renown'd Let Sion then begin her Songs Follow'd By Judah's cities round Go round the Holy Mount her Tow'rs Her Palaces and Bullwarks view All are intire and with what Care 'T has been by Heav'n preserved shew Record it too that after times May trust in God whom we have try'd Then he who now our Guard has been Will ever be our God and Guide PSALM XLIX As the 100 Psalm LET all the People round the Earth Their Ears with great attention bow To words that equally concern Both rich and poor both high and low Wise and grave Maxims I lay down And with attention quick and sharp My self will listen while they 're sung To the soft Musick of my Harp Why should the Man who trusts in God Affright himself with needless fear In days of evil when Old Age Approaches or when Death draws near Vain men applaud their Stores yet none His Brother can from dying save Life's purchase is too great no wealth Can buy our freedom from the Grave The Ashes of the Wise and Good With Fools together mingled lie The Rich tho' loth to go must leave The World with all their wealth and die Part II. Some think on houses that they build Their Fame eternally shall stand And to preserve their Memory Give their own Names unto their Land Death levels all their State with Beasts Makes all their splendid Titles fade Yet their posterity approves The Follies and Mistakes they made Driv'n to the Grave like sheep their strength And beauty quite consum'd away They in Death's Fold shall lie â—nclos'd Till the great Resurrection-Day A Day in which the Just shall reign And o'er the Bad Dominion have Then I shall be receiv'd to bliss After I 'm raised from the Grave Be not concern'd when one 's made rich Or honour'd here for when he dies Naked he goes away from hence And stript of all his Glory lies Tho' whilst he liv'd he bless'd himself And other Men are apt to praise His prudent Management who strives His Wealth or Family to raise It 's folly all since he must tread The Path his Fathers went before And in the Place where now he dwells Never see Light or Comfort more Man that to Honour is advanc'd And with true Wisdom is not blest Tho' pleas'd with faise and flatt'ring hopes Shall die and perish like a Beast PSALM XLIX Another Metre ALL People round the Earth your ears With needful list'ning bow My words concern both rich and poor Alike both high and low Wise and grave Maxims I compose And with attention sharp My self will listen whilst they 're sung To my Melodious Harp Wherefore should he that trusts in God Affright himself with fear In evil days to see Old Age Approach or Death draw near Men boast their Stores and yet none can From Death his Brother save Life's purchase is too great to buy Our Freedom from the Grave The Ashes of die wise with fools Together mingled lie The Rich tho' loth must leave the world With all their wealth and die Some think on houses that they build Their Fame shall ever stand And that their Names may not be lost They give them to their Land Death levels all their pomp with beasts Makes all their Titles fade Yet their posterity approves All the mistakes they made Part II. Driv'n to the grave like sheep men's strength And Beauty fades away And there shall lie inclosed till The Resurrection Day Then shall the Just men reign and o'er The Bad Dominion have Then I shall be receiv'd to bliss When raised from the Grave Envy not him that 's glorious here Or rich for when he dies Naked he goes away and stript Of all his Glory lies Tho' whilst he liv'd he bless'd himself And men are apt to praise That prudent Management which wealth And Families do's raise It 's