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
guide me here And hence to Glory bring There 's none in Heav'n or Earth on whom I can rely like thee When my ' heart and hopes here fail my stay And Portion thou wilt be But those that are from Godestrang'd Or unto Idols bow Shall meet thy fierce displeasure here And utter overthrow God is my chiefest good it 's best To keep to him most nigh His Truth and Mercy I shall praise When I on him rely PSALM LXXIV As the 100 Psalm WIll God for ever cast of those Whom for his own we know he For ever shall his Anger smoak Against his once beloved Flock Let not thy purchase Lord thy Lot So dearly bought be quite forgot But thy old dwelling call to mind Sion to which thou hast been kind Visit with Speed and view with pity The lasting ruines of our City Or in thy Holy House alone What mischief th' Enemy has done Where we were wont thy Name t' adore With rage they impiously roar Their Banners there set up we see In Token of their Viotory As men in lopping off thick boughs So here they freely deal their blows Carv'd work in which such skill wasshown An Axe's stroak at once hews down The House by being God's that claims To be untouch'd they turn to flames And level with the Ground thus lain Is made by wicked hands profane They have design'd such is their spight To root out our Religion quite Our Synagogues for this imploy'd Not one is left but all destroy'd And as if God had left us we No tokens of his Presence see No Prophet now to us do's send To tell us when our woes shall end Part II. How long Lord wilt thou bear with those Who Trust in thee to Scorn expose And hear'st what blasphemies they speak That thou to save us art too weak Why Lord dost thou that hand withdraw That kept thine Enemies in awe Exert thy pow'r and all will see Their Folly who contend with thee We thy Protection seem to claim Of old our King and still the same What strange Salvation in times past Has this Land seen that now lies waste The parted Sea retir'd in haste Ope'ning a way thro' which we pass'd On its return th' Egyptian host Stern as Sea-Monsters all were lost Phar'oh and all his Captains drown'd And spewed out no grave they found But in the Bellies of wild Beasts And Fowls which on them made their feasts From an hard Rock cleft by a Rod Streams flow'd and shew'd the pow'r of God Again a flowing Stream do's stop And a great River's dried up Part III. The Reg'ular changes that we see Of Day and Night were made by thee The proper Light that either needs From Sun and Moon by turns proceeds Th' Earth's Limits and its various Climes Diff'rence of Seasons And of times The Summer's heat and Winter's cold That fruitful this decay'd and old These Changes wisely order'd were So ' are those in our Condition here But Fools still prosp'rous grow so proud They now blaspheme thy Name aloud Oh may thy Church thy Turtle-Dove Mournful yet chast thy pity move To Birds of prey expose her not Tho' poor too dear to be forgot Thy Cove'nant made to us respect Can'aan to give and to protect Now all its dwellings doleful lie With rapine fill'd and cruelty O let not the oppress'd complain Their pray'rs and trust in God are vain T' a good estate the helpless poor That they may praise thy Name restore Delay not Lord much less decline To plead our cause since ours is thine For these Fools Scoffs at our distress Reproach thy Providence no less Forget not then th' insulting cries And Tumult of thine Enemies Whose Pride if it unpunish'd go Their insolence will higher grow PSALM LXXV WE 'll never cease to thank our God For his preserving Care For that thy pow'rful help is near Thy wondrous works declare What good men long so much to see When settled in my throne Disorders then shall be reform'd And equal Justice done The Lands Confusions had dissolv'd The people's Hearts with fear The Pillars of the Government By me supported were The Fools I caution'd not to be So madly insolent Nor stifly proud as if t' outbrave Ev'n Heav'n it self they meant Promotion comes not from this Coast Nor that by lucky chance God the great Sov'reign puts one down Another to advance He deals out plagues to men his hand Pours out a dreadful Cup Full of strange mixture and with sad Ingredients made up Some bitter drops the good may tast But God reserved hath For wicked men the bottom dregs And larger draughts of wrath But I will celebrate and sing For ever Lord thy praise And more cut off the wicked's pow'r And that of good men raise PSALM LXXVI As the 100 Psalm NOne knows like Judah God so well Nor his Renown like Israel Jerusalem's his place of rest And Sion's with his Presence blest There lay the Arrows broke the shield The Sword and Arm that did it wield Thou for the Slaughters of that day Art more renown'd than Hills of prey They that with courage us'd t' invade Themselves a prey to us are made Seiz'd with death's sleep which none withstands Their mighty men could find no hands Chariots and Horse their ruine prov'd Both at thy check remain'd unmov'd When God is wroth men think in vain Courage or Conquests to maintain When he from Heav'n his Sentence pass'd And rose to save the meek in haste Th' approach our foes with terrour fill'd And all their rage becalm'd and still'd Thus man's outrageous wrath and spite Raises God's praise t' a greater height All whose remains not yet express'd Shall at his pleasure be suppress'd Vow then to God as well as pray And what you vow with conscience pay Let all around their presents bring T' express their fear of this great King Men's height no privilege can plead He 'll humble them or strike them dead Monarchs that to the world give Law Before him stand with trembling awe PSALM LXXVII As the 100 Psalm IN my distress my pray'rs and cries To God that heard me I renew'd And in the Night when others rest With hands spread out to him I su'd All comfort I refus'd my thoughts Of God how kind h' had been before And what our Miseries now were Disturb'd and overwhelm'd me more Mine Eyes to sleep I could not close Tho' grief had lock'd my Lips up fast All I could do was to recount Thy wonders wrought in Ages past I call'd to mind the Songs of Praise I made from former dangers free'd Debated with my self how well God's past and present ways agre'ed Will God said I quite call us off Nor follow us with one kind thought Are all his Springs of Goodness dry And must his promise stand for nought Has Mercy lain so long difus'd That God to shew it has forgot Or 's so provok'd our Miseries To look on but regard them not This pain'd me sore that such a
Sihon and Og he smote And made their fruitfull Land Fall to his Peoples Lot His Mercies shown To Ages past Eternally Shall spring and last He sav'd us when our State Was low and sore opprest Food to all flesh he gives The God of Heav'n be blest Whose Mercies shown To Ages past Eternally Shall spring and last PSALM CXXXVI Another Metre As the 113 Psalm REnder and oft your thanks repeat To God who is as Good as Great To every Age his Meroy's sure To him your chearfull Praises sing Whom Angels worship as their King Whese Mercy always do's endure To him whom highest Princes own By low prostrations at his Throne To every Age his Merey's sure To him whose wond'rous Works declate His Pow'r to be beyond compare Whose Mercy always do's endure His Wisdom when the Heav'ns you view Their Brightness and their Order shew To every Age his Mercy 's sure To him who laid the Seas below The Earth which they can ne'er o'erflow Whose Mercy always do's endure To him who out of Night's dull shade To cheer the World great Lights has made To every Age his Mercy 's sure The Sun that gives us quick'ning heat And Light out Labours to compleat His Mercy always do's endure The Moon and Stars when down we lie For our Repose its place supply To every Age his Mercy 's sure To him who by a Vengeance due All the First-born in Egypt slew Whofe Mercy always do's endure Then Isr'el whom they long detain'd In cruel Bondage freedom gain'd To every Age his Mercy 's sure All this by a strong hand was done A Pow'r none could resist or shun His Mercy always do's endure Part II. When after this fear seiz'd their hearts The Red-sea severed into parts To every Age his Mercy 's sure And like a Wall on either hand Till they pass through the Waters stand His Mercy always do's endure Here hardened Phar'oh and his Host That follow'd them were sunk and lost To every Ate his Mercy 's sure His People thro' the Desart led By Miracles were daily fed His Mercy always do's endure He smote great Kings that did withstand Their passage to the promis'd Land To every Age his Mercy 's sure Tho' fam'd for prowess they could gain No Victories but all were slain His Mercy always do's endure Sihon for War of greatest note King of fierce Amorites he smote To every Age his Mercy 's sure And Bashan's Tyrant Og o'ercame For height a Gyant of great Name His Mercy always do's endure To give their Land he did engage For a perpetual Heritage To every Age his Mercy 's sure This Heritage fell to our Lot Who had not then our God forgot Whose Mercy always do's endure Who pity'd our sed State when Sin Might have thrown out whom he brought in To every Age his Mercy 's sure And when subdu'd oft heard our Cries And sav'd us from our Enemies His Mercy always do's endure He satisfies all flesh with food All Creatures wants supplies with good To every Age his Mercy 's sure Then with the highest Notes of Praise Our thanks to Heav'n's great God let 's raise Whose Mercy always do's endure To thee O Father to the Son And Holy Ghost blest Three in one Whom we as God alone adore Glory that was of old be giv'n By all on Earth and all in Heav'n Now and till Time shall be no more PSALM CXXXVII At the 100 Psalm AS by Euphrates Streams we sat Reflecting on our Miseries And Sion call'd to mind that thought A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes Silence became our Sorrows best And so our Harps remain'd unstrung And since our Joys were at an End Neglected on the Willows hung Then those who laid our Cities waste Whose inslav'd Captives now we were To entertain their Mirth requir'd One of our Temple-songs to hear How can we in this Exile State Our Hearts as our Condition sad Anthems of Praises to our God Sing onely for to make you glad No rather than profane thy Songs Or I my Harp employ so ill Whilst Sion mourns may my right hand Be quite benumb'd or lose its skill Whom we as God alone adore Glory that was of old be giv'n By all on Earth and all in Heav'n Now and till Time shall be no more PSALM CXXXVII At the 100 Psalm AS by Euphrates Streams we sat Reflecting on our Miseries And Sion call'd to mind that thought A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes Silence became our Sorrows best And so our Harps remain'd unstrung And since our Joys were at an End Neglected on the Willows hung Then those who laid our Cities waste Whose inslav'd Captives now we were To entertain their Mirth requir'd One of our Temple-songs to hear How can we in this Exile State Our Hearts as our Condition sad Anthems of Praises to our God Sing onely for to make you glad Nor rather than profane thy Songs Or I my Harp employ so ill Whilst sion mourns may my right hand Be quite benumb'd or lose its skill May I be dumb and find no voice Unless thy ruines to deplore And find no Joy It 's all prosane Till God Jerusalom restore Forget not then th' accursed Race Of Edom Lord who without pity Rejoyeing o'er its ruines cry'd Rase the Foundations of the City Nor boast too much proud Babylon whose turn to be destroy'd do's hasts O may he prosper who repays What 's done to us and lays thee waste Blest Hand that from their Mother's breasts Spares not to snatch thy little ones And harm from savage Race prevents By dashing them against the Stones PSALM CXXXVIII TO magnify the Lord my Soul Thy best affections raise Angels shall hear my Songs and be The Partners of my praise Within thy Church thy constant Truth And Goodness I 'll proclaim These raise my Wonder and advance The Glories of thy Name In my distress to thee I cry'd And thou my Pray'r didst hear Thou didst support me with thy strength And with thy Comforts cheer Kings shall thy promis'd goodness know And take occasion thence To ptaise thy Mercy and admire Thy ways of Providence God from his high and glorious Throne The lowly views and owns But scorns the proud and on their height With Indignation frowns Thy former Kindnesses prevent My fears when in distress Thy hand shall save me from my Foes Thy Pow'r their wrath repress Thy never-sailing Goodness will Compleat what is begun O never suffer thine own Work Nor me to be undone PSALM CXXXIX As the 100 Psalm LORD when I have to do with thee In vain l seek to be conceal'd Thou know'st me perfectly to thee My very thoughts are all reveal'd Both when I sit and when I rise My walking and my lying down To thee my works and all my words Better than to my self are known On every side within the reach Of thine incircling Arm I lie Whose force I neither can resist Nor scape the notice of thine Eye Whither can I retire