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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

Love of old And thy Compassions manifold Amongst the living I expected Thy Goodness else had been dejected Let not our prosperour sins make less The benefits of our distress Consume the Dross in this sharp fire Which by long Peace we did acquire On us if Thou Afflictions lay Take not thy strength'ning Grace away With patient Penitence supply The want of our Prosperity And if thy Wrath not yet shall end If still thy Justice thou extend Me and my Fathers House ore-run As for these sheep what have they done O let my sufferings satiate those Who to thy Church and me are Foes But not when they most cruell grow My wider Charity out-goe No vengefull thought my Patience stain Whose glory's thine but mine the gain Me thou to Pardon hast inclin'd Let both our Foes thy Pardon find And now as Thou my heart dost bow To Pray'r hear and accept my vow If thou remember us in Love Nor wilt thy sacred Light remove Of Law and Justice repossest Faction and Heresie supprest If me and mine thou wilt restore To the just Rights we held before If thou each subjects stubborn Heart By Piety to Thee convert By humble Loyalty to Me And to themselves by Charity From civil Broyles if thou release And mak'st their fatal causes cease If thou free Councels wilt dispence Not curb'd by vulgar insolence If thou my Conscience wilt defend Nor to Church Rapins let me bend If me with Power thou reinvest Such as thy Glorys may attest Then shall my soul thy Prayse proclaim And to thy people laud thy Name Then shall thy truth and thy Renown My only treasure be and Crown Then I with Equity shall sway In Iustice shall my Realms obay That as my Right from Thee alone I may my Restitution owne If I by thy Assistance come With Honor Peace and safety home If thou once more the awfull sword To punish and protect afford Then all shall see my Foes partake This Vow which now to Thee I make What now as Christian I forgive No snare of law shall back retrieve Me from my self their Skill can part But I will never learn that art A full Indemnity shall clear The growing doubts of jealous fear Strict Amnesty shall Peace prefer And in Oblivion wrongs interre No future Councells shall controle This solemne purpose of my Soul To me let Mercy so increase As I resolve on Truth and Peace To my Petition Lord attend Which Lips with guile untainted send His Name be blest who hears my Cry Nor his full mercy will deny My Soul thy way to God commit Him trust and he shall perfect it If not restor'd yet who am I That I should charge thee foolishly Thou gav'st thou Lord hast tane away We blessings to thy Name shall pay Happy thy Church my People be At least without if not by Me ODE XXVI Vpon the Armies surprizall of the King at Holmeby and the Ensuing distractions in the two Houses the Armie and the City LOord Thou sacred Unitie In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in Mercy see Whom thy Iustice doth disjoyne Save me from dissenting Foes Who my Pray'rs and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agre'd All discording parties guide To the Peace from which they sway Whil'st they serve or Court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to goe Where thy Providence will lead And the change of things below In thy constant Presence read Make me by thy skillfull Hand Such as thou would'st have me be Then waft me safely to that Land Where Peace ever dwells with thee Spare our Citie 's Lord impure Through their Wealth and Plenty made In their multitude secure By Security betray'd Make them see weigh chose and do For thy Glory and our Peace Lest affliction like a Foe Arm'd for slaughter on them seize Enemies their sins excite Long unfoyl'd they cannot be Who their conscience thwarting fight More against themselves than Me Guilt thy Iustice has pursu'd And for Rapin Wealth makes way Tumults grow from multitude Those to confusion betray Though with mutuall forwardness They have set malicious Snares Me in mischief to oppress Be not yet my Ruine theirs Let me not so much debate What they do or what I bear As my Saviour imitate And their Advocate appear That when longer Me to live These extremities forbid Pray Father them forgive For they knew not what they did Tears which to my Misery They deny'd to theirs deplore Which the less they spend for me For themselves they need the more My Blood light not on their Head Who my Crucifixion sought By the fraud of some misled Not by generall malice taught But thou Lord can'st with thy Care Me by suff'rings elevate Where thy Mercy's have more share Than thy Iustice or Mans hate ODE XXVII Meditations upon Death after the votes of Non-Addresses and his Majesty's closer Imprisonment in Carisbrook Castle THou that fill'st Heaven and Earth O King of Kings In whom no Death whence Life eternall Springs Who canst our Souls unto the yawning Grave Iustly condemne or mercifully save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of Thee and to our selves alive O let the bitter means that aggravate My fall thy Comforts in my Soul dilate If thou art with Me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along Deaths shady Vale Weak mortall man may with his Fate contend But 't is thy Grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as Man what 't is to dy with Me Teach me by Death to live my God with Thee Though I should dy I know thou ever liv'st Though thou should'st kill eternall Life thou giv'st O hold not back thy Love more wish'd than Breath O be not far for neere perhaps is Death All the close Snares for my Destruction set Thy Knowledg can disclose thy Power defeat Let me thy will discover that declares The good of Thine through the much ill of theirs As I am Man I beg Thee turn away This Cup as Christian I have learnt to Pray That not my will but thine my God be done Mine into thine resolve and make them One Let my desires Life with less fervour woe Than thy Commands to suffer or to doe As thou hast pardon'd all my lives frail Errours So thou wilt save me from my Deaths false Terrours Make me content this nothing World to leave That all in thee my All I may receive My Foes their Duty to us both reject Let not thy mindfull Mercyes them neglect What profit by my blood can they obtain To loose their Souls though they my Kingdome gain Though my just Power against my self they bent Let not themselves have their just Punishment Thou by thy Son thy Mercy's hast ally'd To those Offenders by whom Crucify'd Whil'st violence he suff'red from his Foes Yet for their sakes those wrongs did freely choose O hear the Voice of his acquitting Blood Then the accusing Cryes of mine more loud Let them their sins and thy full mercyes know Not their own Souls deceive and overthrow Tempted by unjust Power extreams t' employ And by fallacious Justice me destroy Cruell as false their mercy's have I found Pretending to defend they seek to wound Their bloody fraud O do not thou pursue But with thy Pity and my Love subdue And for my Blood when Inquisition Thou mak'st in that of thy beloved Son Their Souls polluted yet repentant dy That thy destroying Angel may pass by They think my Realm's too narrow both to hold Let thy wide Mercy me and them infold So by our Saviour reconcil'd to Thee Wee l ' live above ambitious Enmity When their hard heavy Hands press down with harms O let me fall into thy tender Arms That from my Lifes sad moments what away Is cut thy blest Eternity may pay Lord thy divine Salvation clearly I Have seen in Peace O let thy Servant dy FINIS

That they may be involv'd in shame And with Confusion over-spread Thou seest with what malicious Art They seek to cloud me with disgrace But give me a submissive Heart Dishonour for thy sake t' embrace Make me intent to honour thee And I in Honour shall abound Restor'd to my first Dignity Or else with equal Patience crown'd Thou art in Majesty array'd Goodnes and Glory from Thee spring With Wisdome Justice Mercy aid I shall not want what fits a King Thou the Exalter of my Head In Thee is my Salvation plac't Lord by thy Grace to Glory lead Which to Eternitie shall last ODE XXII Vpon his Majesties leaving Oxford and going to the Scots Thou who all Souls all Consciences dost sway To thee I look dismay'd To thy Protection I commit my way Thou who my life did'st aide Still in thy weakness canst thy strength display A fiery Pillar in dark nights to me And with thy light direct In scorching Day 's a cloudy Pillar be And with thy shade protect O let me find both Sun and Shield in Thee My life I was not by perverseness wrought To hazard thus t' xpose But Reason Honour and Religion taught To guard my self from those Whose impious force to wrest them from me sought Let not the just Resolves I have endu'd With outward strength abate A Conscience where no wrong did e're intrude Be my Associate In my Desertions greatest Solitude My Fort of Reason let me not betray Trusted to keep for Thee From thy Salvation that I never stray My constant Conduct be If Thee I please Peace shall my Foes allay ODE XXIII Vpon the Scots delivering the King to the English and his Captivity at Holmeby THou that alone art infinite In good and greatness dwel'st with me Weigh'd with thy Presence Life is light Thy service perfect Liberty Own me for thine I cannot but be free As I am Man with Reason bless With Zeal as Christian Right as King Of outwards stript let me possess Thee in the joy 's that from Thee spring Which 'gainst my will no force can from me wring Let not my Passion over-boyle To fruitless Rage or sordid fear They think him helpless whom they foyle But let thy chearfull light appear And secure freedome shall my glories clear Befitting my afflicted state A patient Constancy bestow My strength and hopes are dissipate My self imprison'd by the Foe O be not far least they too mighty grow A scorn and wonder I am made Thou my defence and succour be My Foes asham'd to see thy aid In thy free Spirit settle me To act and suffer what is will'd by Thee My Soul into thy favour bring For She her Hope in Thee hath plac't My shelter is thy shady Wing Till these Calamities be past Rise to deliver us my God make hast Thy mercy though the Life it gives Thou take away shall be my Trust I know that my Redeemer lives Though in Deaths vale resolv'd to Dust Yet shall no taint of fear my bright Faith rust ODE XXIIII Vpon their denying his Majesty the attendanc● of his Chaplains TO Thee my solitary Pray'rs I send The help that others my Distress deny With thy assistant Spirit Lord supply To dulness Life Light to my Darkness lend Thou Sun that beams of Righteousnes dost spread Thou sacred Spring of heavenly Light and heat Both warmth and clearness in my Heart beget Instruct and for thy Servant intercede Fulness sufficience favour thee array Enough Thou Comfort art and Company Thou art my King my Priest and Prophet be Rule teach pray in me for me with me stay Iacob who singly did with Thee contest In sacred Duell Thee his second had He conquer'd and a blessing by thy aid From Thee with welcome Violence did wrest With mercy on thy Servant be intent Who his Devotions once with them did joyne Whose fervour might inflame the cold of mine When to thy House with Joy and Peace we went Of those Occasions our neglect forgive Which we with just Improvement would not scan Now like the desert-hunting Pelican Or Sparrow pearch'd on some house-top I live And scatter'd like a dying Coale from all Those pious glowings that might fire impart Keep and increase on th' Altar of my Heart On Thee in sacrifice of Pray'r to call Yet thou that dost not break the bruised Reed Nor quench the smoaking Flax oh not despise The smother'd Pray'rs that from my lone Soul rise Deny'd the helps which I desire and need The hardness of their Hearts let soften mine Their hate my Love deny all Pray'rs excite Their deafness thy Attention Lord invite Whose ready Eare Heart Hand to help incline Men may debar thy Churches outward right Not inward Grace to humble minds convey'd O make me such and thou wilt Teach Hear Aid A broken contrite Heart thou wilt not slight Thou Temple Altar Sacrifice and Priest At once canst make me who each day alone In Vowes Pray'rs Tears am thy Oblation By whom prepar'd accepted and possest Thou didst the Widow's Meale and Oyle encrease And secretly by strange supply's infuse Into the Vessel and unwasting Cruze Which with the Drought and Dearth did only cease O my forsaken widow'd Soul preserve Let not thy Truth and sweet Effusions fail My memory and heart but so prevail Kept from accustom'd food I may not sterve Yet better sterve than by their Hands to feed Who mix my Bread with Ashes and infect My Wine with Gall who torture not direct Prone to reproches which their Pray'rs exceed To my Destruction they pervert thy Word O be it not eternally to theirs Devouring under colour of long Pray'rs The Houses of their Brethren King and Lord Let not the Balme of these Men break my Head Nor let their Cordials my heart oppress 'Gainst their precisely colour'd wickedness My fervent Pray'rs incessantly shall plead Lord from the Snares their treacherous Lips include Their poy'snous toungs from their words sharp fire Keep me and those who my Souls good desire Relieving with their Pray'rs my solitude ODE XXV Penitentiall Meditations and Vowes in the Kings solitude at Homeby My God my King incline thine Eare My cry to Thee directed hear Incens'd I said we from Thy Care Are cast yet Thou receiv'st my Pray'r Thy Rigor who can satisfie But to thy mercy's sinners fly Lord I acknowledg my offence Dilated in my Eminence The sins I act or do permit By unimproved Pow'r acquit Rebellious I to Thee became Now Prisoner to my Subjects am Yet though restrain'd my Person be By grace enlarge my Heart to Thee Though Davids Piety I want His griefs I have His comforts grant O be my Penitentiall sense Of sins their Pardons evidence ●steem not our Afflictions small Though our loud Crimes for greter call Turn Thee O Lord Thy mercy show For I am desolate and Low The sorrow 's of my Heart increase O give my miseries release Hast Thou forgotten to be kind In wrath thy tender Care confin'd O call to mind thy