Trust He in wheels He in his hoofes but we Will call on God who shoots his flames and thunder 8 Nor horse nor chariot shall their safeguard be But Vulturs clawes shall rend their lims asunder Thy grace shall raise vs when we lie full low And set vs on our feet againe vpright 9 Help Sou'raigne help for if Thou fauour show Nor seek we aide nor feare we any spight He will respect and at all times of need A King most gracious to his subiects deare He to their humble suites will giue good heed And soone his grant shall make his grace appeare FINIS PSAL. XXI NOw that the King in triumph rides Free from sad cares of vexing foes To thee Heau'ns King and none besides The honour of the day He owes Thou gau'st him courage to withstand The toiles and hazards of the field And brought'st him back led by thy hand Whom in his flight thy Grace did shield 2 Nor thou deni'dst what humbly He Implor'd nor didst his plaints reiect Nor what in heart he wish'd should be Return'd in vaine by thy neglect 3 More then he wish'd for and before Thou powr'dst on him all blessings downe And on his head to grace him more Neuer wore King a richer crowne 4 He ask'd thee life and thou didst giue For death a life that neuer dies 5 In high renowne thou mak'st him liue And shine to dazle Enuies eies 6 Him did thy Grace a patterne make Of happinesse to th'after-breed That mothers thence might measure take When as they blesse their hopefull seed 7 Thou art the Anchor of his trust And safest hauen in roughest seas Fixt on thy helpe he feares no gust And free from harmes he liues at ease 8 Thou wilt his foes both apprehend And as a Iudge inflict their paines 9 As flames pent close do more extend When bursting forth they get the raines And burne the aged armes of trees So shall the blasts of thy iust ire Consume thy foes who thy decrees Contemne to worke their lewd desire 10 Thou wilt cut downe both root and boughes The wicked race and gracelesse brood 11 Who thee whilst they conceiu'd vaine vowes With bootlesse force and fraud withstood 12 Whilst thou pursu'st them in their flight Their backs the markes of shame shall beare And on their face thy darts shall light When from pale death they run for feare 13 O Thou whose right-hand holds the reines And rul'st eternall Iudge of all Vp let thy foes with pride-fill'd veines Confesse thy force and feele thy gall Then the blest troope worlds Sire shall sing Of Thee in Hymnes on holidayes Who milde receiu'st the vowes they bring And lowr'st on lewd mens gifts and layes PSAL. XXII 1 O God my God why leau'st Thou me 2 Why leau'st Thou me that thus in vaine My words I spend which bootlesse be For if the Sunne showes day light plaine The day sees how in vaine I cry And so the night though darke her eye Yet hath she eares to heare me grone And those with mournfull plaints I fill 3 But Thou art He who dwell'st alone In Sion thy deuoted hill 4 Of Js'achs race thou art the song Our Fathers hope hast thou beene long 5 Nor who in Thee their trust did place Went frustrate of their hopes from thee But crauing aide of their sad case They did professe thou sett'st them free For they who on thy word relye The taints and taunts of foes defie 6 But I a wormling am no man A subiect for the basest tongue They speake of me the worst they can And soile my honour with their dongue 7 And in the street as I passe by But nods and points naughtelie haue I. They shake their heads they mumpe and mow And with base words with points most sharpe At me their filthy gall they throw 8 Behold say they ah thus they carpe Gods darling here who safe and sure Thinkes by his helpe to stand secure Now let him saue him if he can And from neere danger draw him out Who thinkes himselfe the onely man And on his loue doth stand so stout 9 But from the wombe thou took'st me Lord When first thou didd'st me light afford 10 On thee in hope I still reli'de Euen hanging at my mothers brest And seeing light when first I cride My God thou wast and so dost rest 11 Now leaue me not in this my last When danger presseth on so fast Now is the last of all the game For feare of death friends slipp'd aside 12 Bulls fierce and fat whom none can tame Did compasse me with bellowing pride 13 As Lyons roaring for their prey When hope and hunger makes them way 14 In streames of blood my body swimmes Yet bloodlesse I and all the bands Of my ioints loos'd make vselesse limmes With me like melting waxe it stands As that dissolues set neere the Sunne So is my heart with feare vndone 15 My iuicelesse members all are dri'd As potters shards burnt in the fire My tongue to my dry iawes is tyde And to the graue stands no man nier 16 Mad dogs about me barke for spite And with their fangs they pinch and bite The worst of men who ' gainst me ranke My hands and feet with piercers bore 17 And through my skinne growne thinne and lank They tell my bones not seene before And though their fury spent his spite Yet their fierce mind fed with delight They make a sport to glut their eyes 18 And see me tortur'd thus At last They shar'd my garments as a prize And on the inmost lots they cast 19 But stay the end and me receiue Nor Lord in my last languor leaue Thou onely art my strength my might Then hast thee and my life sustaine 20 Support me when all leaue me quite And my foes bloody sword restraine 21 From foming Dogs their venom'd iawes Saue me and from the Lyons pawes 22 The hornes of Vnicornes breake thou So thy suppliant sau'd from death To friends and kinne I will auow That by thy grace I draw my breath And where thy seruants troope will I Show forth thy Truth Strength Maiesty 23 You that serue God with purer minde Extoll his name with sober layes And Iacobs seed that found him kind Sing his great power on holy-daies And you that spring from Is'achs race To faithfull men confesse his grace 24 He leaues not him whom men forsake Nor from the poore turnes He his eye With proud dudaine When I did make My sure to him He past not by But me restor'd from fits of paine Vnto a pleasing life againe 25 Then to the worlds ends yet vnknowne Thy praises loud will I resound And tell of thee and thee alone So far as wâ—ues the vast Earth bound But pay my vowes will onely where Most men adore thy name with feare 26 Where call'd vnto the sacred feast The sober troop that knowes no fraud With Nectar fill'd shall eu'ry guest The Lord of that great feast applaud And with his costly cares
repleat Acknowledge God who gaue them meat And of that God the praise shall sing Who enters with Maiestick grace And doth a sparke like vigour bring Into their hearts where it takes place That feare of death fled far away There lasting life with ioy should stay 27 Then shall the Earth mou'd at the fight So new and strange from pole to pole Be subiect to the God of might And of all kindreds eu'ry soule Shall kisse his feet and prostrate fall To Him alone the Lord of all 28 To whom of right by fixt decree Who euerlasting King is knowne Belongs this masse of Kingdomes three Whose triple Crowne he weares alone To heauen and hell he giues the law And all betweene he holds in awe 29 The Greatmen here that rule the rest With him as bidden guests shall sit And fill'd with sweets fed of the best Shall to his yoke their neckes submit The which because so well they fare To beare it the more willing are The poore who pin'd stands neere the graue Shall bend to him his weakned knee Whose wearied limmes no vigour haue Nor moisture left more then hath he Who lying at the point of death Is yeelding vp his fainting breath 30 Him shall the ofsprings that succeed In the long tract of time adore And tell to all their after-breed His loue to me shew'd long before This seed to him shall homage yeeld And beare his colours in the field PSAL. XXIII AT me mad dogs ah what a coile you keepe And Enuy why sett'st thou them on to baule But God keepes me as Shepheards keepe their sheepe Nor do I want nor can I want at all 2 And as a sheepe I feed which hath no spleene In pastures where the short sweet grasse doth grow And where the Spring beflowres his louely greene My wearied limmes that scarcely seru'd to goe Refresh'd againe I at full ease extend 3 The riuer cleare that gliding passeth by Vnto my fainting force doth succours send And in the Sunne when I doe parching lye As with a fanne of cooling breath alaies My drooping spirits And when my wandring minde Following the traine of pleasing Errour strayes Tendring his flocke his way he makes me find 4 And should pale Death whose haÌ„d brings yelling grief Dart at my heart when Hell blacke shades affright I 'le folow Lord where thou doest leade in chiefe Thy Shepherds staffe will guide me safe and right 5 My table thou dost with full dishes spreâ—d With sweetest wine my crowned cup o'reflowes With sense-refreshing balme thou cheer'st my head Whilst looking on griefe doth confound my foes 6 Me shall thy hand of bounty neuer leaue Nor thy good grace which good men doth attend And so till death doth me of life bereaue I in thy house my pleasant daies will spend PSAL. XXIV THe Earth is all the Lords and what beside It sparing doth conceale or bounteous giue And they are his that in wilde mountaines bide In fruitfull plaines and ciuill cities liue 2 Vpon the Sea the solid Earth he bound And firmly plac'd it in so weake a seat With ioynts so strong and all the peeces sound To bide all brunts when swelling billowes beat 3 Thus all belongs vnto the Lord by right But for himselfe he hallowed hath a place And who is he can thither clime what wight Hath leaue to stand within that court of Grace 4 Whose heart and hand is cleare nor idle dreames Possesse his mind nor who by swearing thriue Whilst his false oathes stript true men of their meanes Heau'ns Lord to him will Earths best blessings giue And by his power supreme him will he take From force and spite and all they doe or say 6 This this is Truth and this alone will make Him see Gods face This leads to heau'n the way 7 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall Gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders put aside Though strong as steele and hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage find Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 8 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare It is the Lord whose glory shines so far With wealth in peace with victory in war 9 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders lay aside Though strong as steele or hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage finde Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 10 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare He is the great Commander of the field To whose strong armes all Kings on Earth must yeeld PSAL. XXV LEt him in armes another in his traine Of courting followers trust and martiall bands But Thou who mad'st what Heau'n and Earth contain In Thee my hope in Thee my safety stands 2 Thou heauenly Sire whom I to serue haue chose Let not my hopes be vaine to please my foes 3 Some from shames confusion shalt Thou free Nor shall the blushing hue their faces staine Who fix the staffe of all their trust in thee But who loue filth and filthy will remaine With shame and griefe doe Thou their hopes abate Who haue no cause to vexe me but their hate 4 Among so many by-paths trod below Among the brambles and thicke bushes here Thy sacred way to me thy seruant show And let thy light in darknesse now appeare 5 And from the waues of Errour draw me out Which long too long haue compast me about Thence with the light of thy resplendent beames Bring me into the way of Truth and Right From thy cleare spring since all my goodnesse streames My God my stay my Sauiour and delight Then whilst alone I doe on Thee depend Let not my hopes be frustrate of their end 6. 7. Did my lifes rule by crooked vices swerue Or Errour did my slipp'ry foot betray Or did my Youth my vainer pleasures serue Yet Thou whose Grace doth thy fierce rage alay Pitie my case and what thou maist deny To my deserts yeeld to thy Clemency 8 Nor Thou the best of Good canst this refuse To giue good things to those who sue to thee And who desire the rightfull way to vse Thou wilt not faile their rule of right to be For Thou who art Truth Equity and Right Dost not as men good will with ill requite 9 Thou milde thy selfe Lord lou'st a modest mind And teachest it how to discerne the iar T'wixt good and ill which pride seeks not to find But whilst there is no concord where they are Thou by a short and safer way the while Art guide to those who haue no gall nor guile 10 Sinne thou abhorr'st yet gracious soone forgett'st Thy promises thou dost as franckly pay And sparingly thy penalties thou sett'st And whilst we not neglect but firmly stay Vpon thy sacred
stablishments O Lord Thy words and works eternally accord 11 That after-ages may record thy grace That glory thence vnto thy name may spring And spread it selfe abroad in eu'ry place Passe by our faults O Father most bening What passions by blind Errour whirl'd about Haue printed in vs let thy Grace blot out 12 Thrice happy he who with a guiltlesse mind Serues thee O Lord what course soe're he takes He for his compasse shall thy mercy find Which in foule seas him fairest passage makes Vntill it bring him to that blessed port Where all things well to his best wishes sort 13 Where with a mind without presumption bold He with the best of blessings shall be sped Where pillars of faire issue shall vphold His ancient house and his old stock shall spread His branches wide and sap shall still proceed From the fresh root to blesse the after-breed 14 So will the Lord infuse with sacred light His mysteries into the pious mind And what the godlesse men contemne and spite And worldly wits could not by searching find He will reueale the knowledge of his will The rule of right and the profoundest skill 15 Thee therefore heauens great King I seek none But thee alone Mine eies turne not from thee Thou wilt my feet when they are neere vpon The snares which my slye foes shall lay for me Alone so free and cleare from dangers set As craft shall neuer take them in her net 16 O blessed Keeper of the Soules of men And bodies both looke with a serene eye Vpon me alwaies but most clearly then When all else failes whereon I might rely 17 And free my mind from cares which sore oppress And in their change bring new griefes but not less 18 Repell the paines which more and more encrease And spare me Lord with trauailes spent and worne Forget my sinnes so shall my pangs surcease 19 The wicked crue with might not to be borne Pursue my soule O with what spite enrag'd Torment they me and cannot be asswag'd 20 Free me from harmes and Lord protect thine own From scorne of those who hate both thee and thine 21 Since all my wealth depends on thee alone And I haue nothing that I can call mine To helpe my selfe but onely trust on Thee Mine innocence accept and set me free 22 And let the Nation bound vnto thy law By thy right-hand be clear'd from seruile awe PSAL. XXVI VVIth open force the Tyrant me pursues And with close guile at me shoots bitter gall But Thou whose eye the hearts darke corners viewes To thee doe I appeale great Sire of All. My mind from fraud is cleare my hand is cleane And free from lawlesse force or lewd intent In God I fix my hope who doth not meane To leaue me still to fortunes furious bent 2 Search thou my raines and inwards of my heart And the deepe plots lye hidden in my mind With flames as doe the skilfull artists part The drosse from gold which they by fire refin'd 3 And thou shalt see my mind how mindfull still It is of thy munificence and grace And how my life directed by thy will Holds an euen course and keepes a sober pace 4 Hence hence auant the tongue with falshood fraught Nor let it think to find a friend of me And who hath learn'd to paint his inward thought In his flye brest far from my house be he 5 I hate the counsels of vngracious men And impious routs then poison more detest Whose hearts doe leape as in a triumph when They doe foule facts hatch'd in a filthy brest 6 But with a mind not conscious of lewd sin And bath'd in purest fountaines I will goe Vnto thy altars and there leading in The daunce my ioy will in Oblations show 7 My Timbrell Lute and voices set thereto â—hall all accord with ioint and sweet consent To tell the youths what wonders thou didd'st do And that in places where they most frequent 8 The house wherein men sing thy sacred name The Temple where thy Godhead men adore These set my mind long absent from the same On fire to see thy glorious arke once more 9 Ah let not this prophane vnhallow'd soile Among the sauage beasts that thirst for blood Couer these bones when they shall rest from toile The men so bad how can the ground be good 10 Their guilefull minds to mischiefe wholly bent Hunt after bribes with a deuouring hand 11 But I will still pursue my first intent And in the way of innocence will stand Lay thy milde care close to my sad complaint And free me from neere dangers that affright 12 That in plaine paths I goe and doe not faint But keepe on still and alwaies follow right This is thy gift this is alone thy grace And therefore I on high thy name will raise Of thee who art my safeties onely base â—n the assemblies I will sing thy praise PSAL. XXVII VVHen in the dark God guides me w th his light As with a torch and he my life protects What open force or fury can affright Or what can feare me that blind fraud proiects 2 When th'impious rout in ill that ioine so well Mustred their troops all against me alone Into the nets themselues they headlong fell Where they hop'd I should haue beene ouerthrowne 3 If Camps entrench'd if Armies dart their threats Securely I behold their camps enclos'd And all their bloody broiles and warlike feats I fearlesse view with eye and mind repos'd 4 One thing I crau'd and that I euer shall That free from cares which may my ioyes abate I still may dwell within thy sacred wall And that mine eies may see thy courts of state And seeing them I may admire the same That whilst my vitall parts draw quickning breath I may sing praise to God and laud his name And naught may end that sweet consent but death 5 Then will he hide and me safe-guarded lay Vnder the shadow of his sauing tent Remou'd from all that might my mind dismay In walls as strong as rocks of hard ascent 6 Nor will he leaue me now to be a prey To th'impious force of the seditious rout So conqu'ring I to him my vowes will pay Who won the field should his name be left out 7 Heare me who call and prostrate at thy feet Broken and bruis'd as on a rack with paine With sweet consent let grace and goodnesse meet To raise and ease my tortur'd limmes againe 8 My mind runnes panting after thee mine eies Fixt on thine eie attend thee day by day 9 Hide not thy light that from thy loue doth rise Nor leaue me in the dark to find my way Nor in thy rage confound thou me thine owne Protect the life thy seruant owes to thee O thou the hope of all his helpe alone From foes defend and him from dangers free 10 Who neere and deere euen he that gaue me breath And she that bore me doe forsake me quite But God that leaues not
his when neer'st to death Forsoke me not in my despairfull'st plight 11 Teach me thy waies by whose free grace I liue And guide my steps in the faire path of right That force nor feare wherewith my foes haue striue To draw me from thy way may work their spite 12 Not leaue thou me obnoxious to the lust Of impious men who me of crimes endite And witnesse beare in things that are not iust Arm'd to the proofe with lies the armes of spite 13 Conquer'd at last with waight of pressing ills My minde would faint but hope of thy good grace This comfort to my drooping spirits instills That after anxious toiles ioy shall take place I liuing here with men that draw like aire The blessings of an happy life expect Then take not thou the foile of foule despaire The Lord will giue thee strength and will protect And stay thy fainting soule as props vphold A crased house Then fearlesse stand and bold PSAL. XXVIII VVOrlds King then starry Orbes more high My lifes support sur'st shield to saue Heare mildly my request lest I Be like a corpse brought neere the graue 2 Milde Father to my vowes giue eare When I with teares lift vp my hands To heau'n where wandring lights appeare The Temple where thy glory stands 3 With lewd men be not I enrol'd Nor as their mate Lord doome thou me Whose tongues are made by 'th Sirene mould And minds with poison tainted be 4 Let their reward their lewdnesse show As bad their worke euen be their hire And let them reape as they did sow Paines equall to their lewd desire 5 The wise fore-sight of thy decree Who do'st my head with honour crowne Keepes not their hands from falshood free Nor holds their spite-swolne stomackes downe And therefore shall not their long line Of hopelesse ofspring wide extend Of stocke and house shall be no signe Their fathers pelfe shall soone haue end 6 To thee all-ruling Lord be laud Who to my prayers faire passage yeelds 7 Whose strength armes me from force and fraud Whose hopefull help my safety shields 8 Hence ioy triumphing in my brest My measur'd lines thy praises sing Who guard'st thine owne with dangers prest And from all snares preseru'st thy King 9 Thou Prince of men keepe safe and sound Thy people and let Hebers race In all Earths blessings still abound Vntill the night doe leaue his place PSAL. XXIX THough rich in gold though thou in wealth abound Thy front adorn'd with a victorious crowne Acknowledge God nor be ingratefull found Vse thy good hap but know heauen sent it downe 2 Sing praise to him and with submisse request Make him thy friend who made the worlds wide frame And with his becke who rules the skie addrest With glittering Starres giue honour to his name 3 Whose sounding voice powres moistning showres below Who horrid tumults raising in the skye With roring thunders makes fierce Boreas blow And mount the swelling waues when Seas grow high 4 A voice I say with Maiesty repleate Whose power makes good what first his will design'd 5 Whether he pleas'd of Cedars tall and great T'uncloth the hills or rend high Elmes with wind 6 Or burst out stones conioyn'd to stones with lime Or tosse the hills and their first footing change As youthfull rage ioy'd with the springing time Doth pricke the lusty Bull to leape and range 7 If his voice strikes fire flashes from the cloud 8 The desert Cabines of th' Arabians shake 9 Beasts quake for feare abortiues disauow'd Burst forth with paine Okes fell when he but spake What Heauen containes in his gold-vaulted roome What Earth sustaines ennamel'd with rare skill And what lies hid within the Seas deepe wombe They all confesse Gods vnresisted will 10 The sinne-reuenging sea mou'd at his sound O'rewhelm'd the Mountaines when it rag'd and rau'd And thou to whose decrees are all things bound Wast pleas'd to drowne the world so sinfull made 11 If thou giue strength we neither feare our foes Or proud for wealth or for their number daring If thou giue peace from Plenties horne that flowes No blessing shall to Js'achs race be sparing PSAL. XXX OF thee my Muse of thee my Harpe shall sound Iudge of the world whēce all good things do flow Freed from deaths iawes that sought my ouerthrow My vowes now will I pay by promise bound Releas'd by thee nor now insults my foe To see mine eyes poure forth their floods of teares Nor takes delight to see me vext with feares Of pressing ills thou cool'st his courage so 2 I sought thy helpe when I vnsteddy stood And doubtfull of successe to thee did sue By thee refresh'd alone by thee I drew Th'aires louely light that cheeres the vitall blood 3 Nor doe I lye with fates long night opprest In the low vaults where windowes want and lights 4 But you deuoted to the sacred rites And cleane oblations of a purer brest Him let your heart with sweet harmonious cheere Who mindes your prayers be mindfull to record Extoll with praise your Sire and Sou'raigne Lord Since to your vowes he bends his listning eare 5 The heate of his reuenging ire alayde Doth vanish as a fleeting buble falls And a sweet life which no sad hap appalls By his right-hand is to good men repaid If late at night our mournfull faces be Bath'd all with teares yet when the golden Sunne Sheds forth his beames the glasse of griefe is run And smiling mirth our captiu'd minds sets free 6 When I had all that fits a blessed state Thus said I to my selfe no gust nor gall Shall stay my course so fortunate in all Nor doubtfull chance giue sweet content the mate 7 Thou giuing me strength wealth and high degree And like a mount rais'd with strong walls of brasse Strengthning my crowne Credulity that was My minds Enchantresse fed vaine pride in me But leauing me vnto my foolish vaine Thou drawing backe thine hand that light wing'd dame False Fortune fled and left all out of frame My house disord'red in the head and traine 8 Then presently sole President of all Humbly my vowes I on thine altar strew'd I crau'd thine ayd and said with teares bedew'd 9 What good to thee can of my blood befall What vse canst thou make of my breathlesse limmes Can the cold ashes that in silence lye In Deaths darke mansion thy great works descry To th'after-age and sing thee sacred hymnes 10 Milde to my vowes thy facile care apply That to thy grace doth easie passage make Nor from my teares turne thy grim lookes but take The plague-sores from my limmes that fretting lye 11 When I implore thou dost thine care addresse And laist it close and wip'st my teares away And in their place bring'st mirth and to allay My griefe comes ioy which hand and heart expresse 12 Of thee my layes shall sing my harpe shall sound My voice on thee deuoted shall attend Nor shall my Muse want matter to commend Since of
her song thy praise shall be the ground PSAL. XXXI IN thee my hope I plac'd Who best mad'st all things good See I be not disgrac'd Whilst hope dies in the bud Me iust Reuenger free And from false foes exempt 2 Beningly heare thou me And take me from contempt Keepe me as in a Rocke Where no path euer was Or clos'd where needs no lock Within a wall of brasse 3 Thou art my rocke so steepe As none can footing winne My brasse-wall trench'd so deepe As none can enter in So may thy name affright The minds of my proud foes 4 That whilst thou lead'st me right I may their snares disclose 5 Thou art my strength with thee I leaue my life in trust True of thy word saue me And keepe thy cou'nant iust 6 I hate with all my heart Those that pursue vaine dreames My steddy hope thou art My hau'n in roughest streames 7 When dangers sore oppresse The cleare light of thy grace Doth griefe soone dispossesse And brings ioy in the place 8 Vext without right or lawes Where tyrant rage doth raigne Thou took'st me from his iawes And didst pale death restraine 9 Haue pitty then on him Who all to peeces rent Mind eye and eu'ry limme Is senslesse dim and spent 10 My fraile life worne with anguish Doth slide away with groanes My foiled forces languish And iuicelesse are my bones 11 Who hates me takes a pride At my mishap to jeere Some flip for feare aside And not a friend comes neere 12 Rac'd out of mind as dead My Kinne deny me place Where I was borne and bred No pot shard held more base 13 In troops with publick scorne The rascals me disdaine My death a crue hath sworne And plot with might and maine 14 But confident the whiles Of helpe from thee my foes Their threats wrongs taunts and guiles Disturb not my repose 15 Of life thou guid'st the line And mak'st time swift or slow Free me who Lord am thine From rage of my fell foe 16 Ah show thy louely face To me thy seruant deare Still let me find thy grace As those that doe thee feare 17 Nor let it be my shame That I implore thine aid Blush they are worthy blame And deepe in silence laid Sleepe they out their long night 18 Dumb be the tongue doth vse To lye to barke and bite And most the best abuse 19 How great how many be Thy blessings to thy friends Witnesse the Poles that see Thine blest beyond their ends 20 These safe thy Grace protects When great men threat and swell No poisonous tongue infects Those in thy house who dwell 21 Eternall be thy grace The worlds supremest Guide Who as in a strong place Do'st me from danger hide 22 Hopelesse and helplesse when I scarce was sau'd by flight I to my selfe said then My God hath left me quite But hauing me in mind When ditefull'st dangers prest Thou lent'st thy eare so kind When I made my request 23 To heau'n your hearts who vow'd Loue your all-fostring Sire Who doth depresse the proud And raise his followers higher 24 In God who put their trust Rely on him in all Let Chance with no rough gust Your courages appall PSAL. XXXII THrice blessed He whose heauenly Fathers grace Remits his sinnes which kill the liuing soule And whose flagitious facts hid from his face He buries deepe nor puts them in his role 2 Thrice blessed he to whom the Iudge of right Imputes not his fraile lifes sin-straying wayes Nor in his heart found slights conceal'd from light Such as for shame Fraud in her closet layes 3 Whilst in my brest I fostred the disease My bones displac'd my ioints I scarce could draw And mournfull griefe that nothing could appease Cri'd and complain'd nor could I giue it law 4 With thy strong hand enrag'd thou didst me presse Both when the night with clouds did hide the day And when the rosie Sun did him addresse To show the world his beames to guide their way So wasting griefe discolour'd had my skin Paine dri'd my moisture pin'd with sad distresse That Cancer when his furious flames begin To burne the sand-sow'd crop his rage is lesse 5 Then did I change my mind and shew'd my wound And laid my follies forth before thy face Disclos'd my fraud then from sins bonds vnbound I reconcil'd was taken to thy grace 6 Who seekes to keepe his court of Conscience sound With humble prayer let him appease thine ire Nor let him feare though Earth the Seas confound The threats of direfull rage that burne like fire 7 Thou still at hand to helpe dost set me free From perils which doe fiercely me assaile In all my parts are ioyes infus'd by thee Like his that breakes his bonds and scapes the gaole 8 Nor leau'st thou here I will saist thou expell The dusky clouds that keepe thy mind from light The blessed way of life I will thee tell Nor from thy steps will I reflect my sight 9 Now be not thou like Mule or Horse whose brests With brutish fury fill'd doe follow kind And know no kindnesse but aduance their crests Till bit and curb doe tame their fiercer mind 10 Head-strong iniquity shall vndergoe A world of paines but who sincerely craue Of God with faith whose grace doth euer flow To those that humbly sue shall pardon haue 11 Who all from Right and in fee simple hold And who loue Truth and know nor fraud nor guile With gesture and with voice your ioyes vnfold Since gracefull Heau'n doth on you sweetly smile PSAL. XXXIII YOu that chaste loue to Righteousnesse professe With chearfull layes sing of the Lord who made The worlds round ball 't is fit your songs expresse Your loue to Right who know no other trade 2 Him praise with Harpe that yeelds a Siren sound And Shalmes with wind that warbling notes diuide That hand that proues his masters skill profound On twice fiue strings here let his art be tri'd 3 Let vs to him new songs of ioy deuise And him alone sound with the Trumpets shrill 4 On whose bare word all faith and truth relyes And Equity attends his royall will 5 For He 's the God that Iustice loues and right And truth for why in him no fraud is found His Bountie's knowne expos'd to all mens fight So far as the vast Earth hath any bound 6 He with his word whose word is his decree The shining globe of brighter Heau'ns did bend Like to a bow and so the lights we see In the flame colour'd skye their beames extend 7 He bounds the restlesse Ocean with a shore And curbs his lawlesse rage begirt about The waters in a cellar kept for store When he hath cause to vse he calls them out 8 Him East and West both serue with awfull feare Who dwels in climes discou'red or vnknowne In th' vtmost bounds where sea and land appeare Adore he him as Sou'raigne Lord alone 9 What here below drawes breath or breathlesse dies Doth