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A27830
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The Psalmes of David from the new translation of the Bible turned into meter to be sung after the old tunes used in the churches : unto which are newly added the Lord's prayer, the Creed, the Ten commandments, with some other ancient hymnes.
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King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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flings 14. Behold he travailes great with hate Mischiefe conceaves brings forth deceit 15. He made a ditch and dig'd a Pit And he himselfe is fall'n in it 16. Thus all his practises revert To strike his owne malicious heart His mischiefe shall his own head wound His violence himselfe confound 17. I will the praise of God expresse According to His righteousnesse And in my Songs extoll the fame Of His most high most glorious Name PSAL. VIII 1. LOrd how excelling is Thy Name Through earths extended frame Who hast Thy glory set on high Above the starry sky 2. Thou didst by infant mouthes ordaine Renowne and strength to gaine Whose weaknesse might thy foes confound And the Avenger wound 3. When I consider Heavens state Thy fingers did create The Moone with all the Stars of night To which thy beams gave light 4. O what is Man or all his race Thy favour should him grace 5. Whom made next Angels in renowne Thou wilt with glory crowne 6. Thou under his command hast layd The workes Thy hand had made What in each element doth meet Is subject to his feet 8. All sheep and beasts which range the feild The fowles which aire doth yield The Fishes which their motion keep Within the liquid deep 8. O Lord our Governour whose sway All in the world obey How far excelling is Thy Name Through earths extended frame PSAL. IX Sing this as Psalme 51. 1. I Thee will praise with my whole heart And all thy wond'rous works impart In Songs and Hymns rejoyce will I 2. To blesse Thy Name O Thou most high Mine enemies repulsed all Shall at Thine awfull presence fall 4. Thou hast my righteous cause maintain'd Whose throne wrong judgement never stain'd 5. At Thy rebuke the Heathens fame Destroyed is put out their name O thou malitious enemy 6. Thy loath'd remembrance now must dy And like the Cities thou hast ras'd Thine own Memoriall is defac'd 7. But God for ever shall endure His throne in judgment stablish'd sure 8. The world Hee 'll judge in righteousnesse 9 A Refuge be in times distresse 10. Who know Thy Name in Thee will trust For Thou hast never left the just 11. Praise God who doth in Sion dwell His doings to the people tell 12. When He enquires for Blood the Cry Nere passes from His memory 13 Have mercy on my troubled state O Lord who lift'st me from death's gate 14. That Sion I thy praise may shew Whose joyes from thy Salvation grow 15. Sunke to the Pit the Heathen are Their feet are caught in their own snare 16. The Lord in their revenge is know'n Who by themselves are overthrow'n 17. The wicked shall be turn'd to hell And all who God forgetting fell 18. For on the poore He thinkes alway Nor shall the Needies hope decay 19. Up Lord and let not man prevaile Nor let thy judgements ever faile 20. Put them in feare the Nations then Will know themselves to be but men PSAL. X. Sing this as the Lamentation 1. WHy Lord dost Thou so far abide Thy face in times of trouble hide 2. Proud men the helplesse persecute But let them fall in the pursuit 3. He boasteth in his own desires And wretches whom God hates admires 4. Through pride of heart he God neglects Whom he nor thinkes on nor affects 5. His grievous wayes Thy judgments slight His thoughts do feare no opposite 6. He said I never shall be mov'd Nor by adversity be prov'd 7. His mouth deceit and curses fill Whilst mischiefes from his tongue distill 8. He lurkes to kill the innocent His eyes against the poore are bent 9. He as a Lyon lyes in wait To catch the guiltlesse through deceit 10. With humble shewes he doth assay To make the poore his strong ones prey 11. His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides His face and seeth not 12. O God lift up thy selfe arise And think upon our miseries 13. Why doth his pride and scorn surmount As if that God kept no account Nor will his wicked workes require Or in His judgements pay their hire 14. Lord Thou hast seen his impious spight Whose hand their follies can requite He trusts on Thee whom woes oppresse Who still do'st help the fatherlesse 15. Break Thou their wicked arme at length And let them perish by Thy strength 16. Thou canst O Lord Eternall King The Heathen to destruction bring 17. Thou hear'st Thy servants humble plaint Prepar'st their heart art swift to grant 18. To judge the poore and fatherlesse That men of earth no more oppresse PSAL. XI 1. IN God I put my trust How then Do yee reproachfull men Say To the mountaines flie my soule Like to the chased fowle 2. For lo the wicked bend their bow Their deadly shafts to throw That privily in darknesse they Th' upright in heart may slay 3. If the foundations perish so What can the righteous do 4. But in His Temple God resides Whose throne in Heaven abides He all beholds with searching eye The Sons of men to try The Lord His righteous servants proves Hates him oppression loves He snares with fire and brimstone showres Upon the wicked powres Black tempests are by Him rais'd up The portion of their cup. 7. For the just God doth those respect Who righteousnes affect His countenance and favour bright Beholdeth the upright PSAL XII 1. HElpe Lord for godly men decrease Goodnesse on earth doth cease And like all other Mortals fraile The faithfull Persons faile 2. Each to his neighbour vainly speakes And to deceive him seekes With fratt'ring Lips and double hearts They use deceitfull arts 3. God shall cut off their guile-full tongues Puft up with pride and wrongs 4. Who say Our words their ends shall gaine What Lord can us restraine 5. But for th' oppressions of the poore Whose sighes their want deplore Now saith the Lord will I arise To ease their miseries 6. The words which from the Lord we heare Are pure and most sincere As Silver in the fornace try'd And sev'n times purifi'd 7. Thou shalt O Lord keep Thine Elect And from this race protect 8. The wicked live esteem'd and prais'd When vilest men are rais'd PSAL. XIII 1. HOw long Lord Wilt thou me forget Who am with woes beset Shall I still languish in disgrace Whil'st Thou dost hide thy Face 2. How long shall I without reliefe Take counsaile of my griefe How long wilt Thou my soule expose To hir insulting foes 3. Consider Lord my Prayer heare When I my hands up-reare Lighten mine eyes ere losse of breath Cause me to sleep in death 4. Lest that mine enemy prevaile Triumphing when I faile And those that trouble me be glad When they behold me sad 5. But in thy Mercy Lord and Grace My constant trust I place My glad heart shall rejoyce alone In thy salvation 6. I will my gratefull Anthems sing Unto the Heavenly King Who with such bountifull regard His servants doth reward PSAL. XIV Sing this as Psalme