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The Psalms of David in English metre translated from the original and suited to all the tunes now sung in churches, with the additions of several new by Luke Milbourne.
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Milbourne, Luke, 1649-1720.
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Another Mâ—re as Mr Sandys's 17th verse 1 LOrd how Illustrious is thy Sacred Name How bless'd great God of Hosts Eternal King Whose Honours all the lower World proclaim Whose Honours all the Heav'nly Armies sing verse 2 Yet when the Foes blind with malicious Rage Affront thy Honours or thy Name defie Poor Babes weak Infants on thy Part engage And quickly make the boasting Monsters fly More Strength more Truth from Infant-Language flows Than haughty Learning or presuming Pride The meanest Wretch by thy best influence grows A faithful Preacher a victorious Guide verse 3 When I survey the never-resting Skies Whose moving Arch thy curious Fingers spread When to the Changing Moon I raise my Eyes The Stars with inexhausted Brightness fed verse 4 Lord what 's poor Man or Man's polluted Race So pity'd yet so kindly own'd by thee How could he hope for such unbounded Grace That for his sake God should Incarnate be verse 5 Yet God for our Iov'd sakes our Nature took Beneath Himself beneath his Angels found Tho God-like Beauties grac'd his Heav'nly Look His Sacred Head Majestick Glories crown'd verse 6 Where-e'er He mov'd submissive Nature bow'd His Handy-works their great Creator knew And to adore his Feet th' impatient Croud On the swift Wings of just Obedience flew verse 7 Before Him savage Brutes their Fierceness laid On Him rough Lions fawn'd and Panthers gaz'd Weak Sheep with hungry Wolves all fearless play'd And with fierce Tygers Kine securely graz'd verse 8 On lofty Trees around his Glorious Head With strange Delight the feather'd Chorus hung O'er Him their fanning Pinions gently spread And in their native Tunes his Praises sung When o'er the Seas their King triumphant pass'd Beneath his Feet the Billows silent lay The finny Herd his wondrous Foot-steps trac'd And with their Silver Scales describ'd his Way verse 9 Thy Honours thus the Lower World proclaim Thy Honours thus all Nature's Armies sing Lord how illustrious is thy Sacred Name How bless'd great Lord of Hosts Eternal King PSAL. ix As the First verse 1 I 'LL praise the Lord with Heart and Voice His great his wondrous Actions praise verse 2 In Thee O highest God rejoice Thy Name in Songs Triumphant raise verse 3 My Foes shall turn their Backs and fall And sink before thy Glorious Face verse 4 Thy righteous Bar has judg'd 'em all And now my Cause obtains the place verse 5 Thy Hand o'erturns the Nations round Thy Hand the sinful World subdues Their Names Eternal Blots confound And dark Forgetfulness pursues verse 6 O Enemy presume no more To lay huge Towns and Countries waste Thy Rage our burning Cities bore Thy Rage their very Names defac'd verse 7 But our Eternal God appears His Bar prepar'd for Judgment stands verse 8 The World His righteous Sentence hears His wise Decrees and just Commands verse 9 The Lord their Refuge saves the Poor With mighty Cares and Woes oppress'd verse 10 His Saints live in His Help secure And in his constant Presence bless'd Part 2. verse 11 To Sion's God your Praises sing His Acts through all the World declare verse 12 When He his Quest for Blood shall bring He 'll grant the Poor's accepted Prayer verse 13 Thou who my Soul from Death couldst raise My Suff'rings Lord in Mercy view verse 14 I 'll then thy Name in Sion praise And Joys in thy Salvation shew verse 15 In their own Pits the Gentiles fall Their own strong Nets their Feet have caught verse 16 Their own false Hearts have trap'd 'em all So wisely God's Designs are wrought verse 17 The Wicked all shall sink and those Whose Heath'nish Souls their God forget verse 18 But Suff'rers sha'n't for ever lose Their Hopes or all in Darkness set verse 19 Rise Lord ô let not Men prevail But rise and judge the Nations round verse 20 Till all their Hearts with Terrour fail Not Gods but Men and mortal found PSAL. x. verse 1 WHY Lord ô why so far from me In my afflicted State verse 2 When Sin and haughty Pride agree And all our Woes create verse 3 O let their Arts themselves ensnare Who boast of Crimes they love Who bless the Covetous and dare What God abhors approve verse 4 His God the prosp'rous Sinner scorns God ne'er his Thoughts employs verse 5 The World beneath his Greatness mourns Which all Her Peace destroys Thy Judgments Lord exalted far Above his Sense appear Which makes him scorn his Foes in War And puff at Dangers near verse 6 His Heart concludes I 'm great no Ill Can change my certain State verse 7 His Mouth Fraud Lyes and Curses fill His Tongue mischievous Hate verse 8 Close in his Lurking-holes he lies To kill the Innocent Blood revels in his furious Eyes On their Destruction bent verse 9 He like some Lion Couchant lies To seize the trembling Prey And would God's holy Saint surprize And tear their Souls away A thousand Traps and Snares he sets Where harmless Vertue goes And to the Tangled in his Nets No Truth nor Mercy shows Part 2. verse 10 Sometimes the Wicked hangs his Head And feigns Humility That by his harmless Air mis-led The Meek may fall and die verse 11 God if there 's any God he says Forgets what Mortals do He can't discern our crafty Ways Our secret Actions view verse 12 Up Lord stretch out thy pow'rful Hand Afflicted Souls to save verse 13 For why should Fools against thee stand Thy dreadful Vengeance brave Why should they cry God minds it not verse 14 O let thy piercing Sight Look through their dark mischievous Plot Re-pay their secret Spite On Thee the Poor for Help depend To Thee sad Orphans fly verse 15 Break wicked Arms their Malice end And Sin it self shall die verse 16 The Lord for ever reigns his Arms Our Land from Gentiles freed verse 17 He hears the Meek their Courage warms And makes their Prayers succeed verse 18 He helps the Fatherless and Poor And quells the Sinner's Rage Left they our Ruins to procure Shoold all their Force engage PSAL. xj verse 1 IN God my Hope securely stands Why then should Wretches cry Fly fly to Hills or foreign Lands Like Birds affrighted fly verse 2 See how the Wicked bend their Bows And Nock their Arrows sure That they with unexpected Blows May Death to thine procure verse 3 And since Hopes best Foundations are By wicked Hands destroy'd Oh how shall Men of Justice fare Or how their Force avoid verse 4 God in his Holy Temple sits Enthron'd above the Sky And all the Faults weak Man commits His pierceing Eye-lids try verse 5 He proves the Just but hates all those Who Sin and Rapine love verse 6 On them Snares Flames and Sulphur throws And Terrors from above verse 7 For God who 's infinitely Just In Justice takes Delight And Upright Men may safely trust In His reviving Sight Another Metre as Mr. Sandys's 4th verse 1 MY Faith is fix'd on God most High Why then should Fools to
vex me cry As Birds afraid By Noises made Hence to the Mountains fly verse 2 For loe the Wicked bend their Bows Their Arrows on the strings dispose At Men upright In Woes dark Night They make their deadly Blows verse 3 Ill Men by Force and Art have thrown The Governments Foundations down Where then ô where Can those appear VVho Truth and Justice own verse 4 God in his Holy Temple reigns The Lord enthron'd on High remains And with His Eyes Severely tries VVhat Sins the Soul retains verse 5 Hee 'l try and vindicate the Just But His Eternal Vengeance must With Death pursue That Impious Crew Who dare in Rapine trust verse 6 Thick Snares hot Flames and Sulphur shall Like dismal Storms on Sinners fall Strange Terrors will Their Fancies fill And Fears confound them all verse 7 The righteous God in Actions Right Has ever fix'd his whole Delight Onely the Man Whd's Righteous can Procure his favouring sight PSAL. xij verse 1 O Help me Lord for Goodness now And Truth from Earth are flown None Honesty nor Mercy show They 'r all Deceiful grown verse 2 All double Hearts and Tongues employ When with their Friends they speak verse 3 But God will Lying-lips destroy And haughty Boasters break verse 4 Who say Come let our Tongues be free Our Words at Random fly And when we use that Liberty What Lord shall ask us why verse 5 But to relieve their misery To hear the Needy's cry I 'le rise says God and set him free From Scorn and Cruelty verse 6 And Lord Thy Promises are pure As Silver oft refin'd verse 7 And will thy happy Saints secure From Men to Vice enclin'd verse 8 The Wicked proudly stalks and swells But when Exalted high Grief on each Humane visage dwells And Blushes Crimson Dye PSAL. xiij verse 1 LOst in Oblivion Lord shall I No more behold thy Face verse 2 Must all my Thoughts distractedly And Woes my Heart embrace Still shall my Foes my strength assail And still above me rise verse 3 Lord hear me and e're Death prevail Unclose my failing Eyes verse 4 O never let my haughty Foes Presume they 've conquer'd me If they my smallest Trip disclose They 'l all Triumphant be verse 5 But in thy mercy Lord I trust Thy saving Health adore verse 6 And sing to Thee whose Bounty must My doubting Soul restore PSAL. xiv verse 1 THe wicked Fool 's misguided Heart The World 's great God denies Hence all from Ways of Virtue start And horrid Crimes devise verse 2 God from above the World surveys And Humane Actions reads To see who common Sense obeys And God or Goodness heeds verse 3 But all from God's pure Ways decline And in his Nostrils stink None None at all on Truth 's Divine Or sober Virtues think Their Throats like gaping Graves appear Exâ— Septuaginta Their oily Tongues deceive Their Lips more dealy Poisons bear Then biting Aspies leave Their Mouths with bitter Curses stor'd Their Feet to Murders fly Destruction all their Paths afford And certain Misery No Ways of Charity or Peace Their Pride or Malice knows And they as still their Crimes encrease No Fear of God disclose verse 4 But can the Sons of Sin so loose Their Understanding power That they like Bread my Saints abuse And all at once devour To God no Sense can make them pray verse 5 Tho' where no Ground appears Their Souls a thousand Terrors sway And causless senseless Fears But God who loves the Righteous Race Among the Just remains verse 6 And while Ill Men their Hope disgrace He still their Hope sustins verse 7 Oh whence sliall Israeâ—'s safety rise If God their mournful State Restore in Them the kind surprize Will boundless Joys create PSAL. XV. verse 1 HOw blest how glorious is the Place Where thy great Name resides How blest the Man whom there thy Grace From impious Crouds divides But Lord what Gifts can six him there What wondrous Virtues raise His Soul to love thy House and there To sing thy daily Praise verse 2 He only can with Hopes be blest Of that Coelestial State Who hides no Envy in his Breast Nor deadly lurking Hate But all his Thoughts are fix'd and true And all his Actions right Faith to his Word is always due His Lips in Truth delight No Falshood e'er perverts his Heart No Lyes defile his Tongue verse 3 Nor dares he with malicious Art Contrive his Neighbour's Wrong He scorns those Tales by Malice rais'd To blast his fragrant Name And all those senseless Scandals blaz'd Against his rising Fame Part 2. verse 4 That harden'd Wretch who proudly flights His great Creator's Laws Whose Wit against his Maker fights And backs a Godless Cause That vile that despicable Slave His nobler Thoughts despise But smiles the Good shall always have And Kindnefs in his Eyes No Loss no Gain his Justice bows His Words Assurance speak He 'll ne'er his Oaths nor sacred Vows Nor just Engagements break verse 5 Boundless and wide his Bounty flows And vile Extortion hates Large as Men's Wants his Mercy grows And all their Wealth creates He loves the Innocent and strives Their Vertues to protect From him no Bribe can buy their Lives Nor Falshood gain Respect Thus shall he reach thy holy Place There grow and flourish there And in the Glories of thy Face No Loss nor Dangers fear Another Metre as Mr. Sandys's 7th verse 1 BLess'd Lord how glorious is the Place Thy Altars grace How is that holy Temple bless'd By Thee possess'd But Ô what happy Man is he Who there a daily Guest may be verse 2 He 's only of that Bliss secure Whose Life is pure Who never lets Contagions Sin Prevail within For Right and Justice only cares And from his Heart the Truth declares verse 3 He 'll never slander never lye Nor will his Eye With Malice or an envious View His Friend pursue Nor to his Neighbour's Hurt proceed Or break his Peace by Word or Deed. verse 4 He will if Men in Sin delight Abhor their Sight And with a just Contempt despise Their shameless Lyes But Rev'rence and Respect afford To such as love and fear the Lord. If to his Neighbour's Profit e'er He kindly swear Though to himself a Prejudice From thence may rise Falshood on him shall ne'er prevail His Gain but not his Faith may fail verse 5 He 'll if Extortion rais'd it hate A vast Estate And won't for Bribes quit the Defence Of Innocence The Man whose Life is thus approv'd Shall ne'er by Fears or Pains be mov'd PSAL. xvj As the First verse 1 PReserve me Lord who trust in Thee verse 2 To God my thankful Heart has said Thou art my Lord but canst not be More bless'd by my Submissions made verse 3 I with unbounded Bliss delight In Saints in such as Goodness mind verse 4 But Sorrows multiply'd shall light On Men to other Gods inclin'd I 'll ne'er though kindly call'd partake Of their detested