only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
those that seek thy Mercy find Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meek in righteousness shall guide To such his heavenly Will express Which shall with Truth and Mercy bless All such as in his Laws abide My sins so numerous and great O â—or thy honour Lord forget What 's he who fears The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soul refresh'd with calm repose The Land by his fair Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seal his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pitty me so worn with cares Despised poor and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toil and straits wherein I live My sins so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent grown How are they multiply'd of late Who hate me with a deadly hate Deliver O! from shame protect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve Who constantly thy aid expect Redeem thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALM XXVI LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Souls integritie How can I fall When I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reins and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sin offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In grateful verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteem excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwells My life O close Not up with those Whose sin thy Grace expells Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeem O with thy Grace sustain My feet now stand upon the plain Thy Justice I Will magnifie With those who fear thy Name PSALM XXVII GOd is my Saviour my clear light Who then can my repose affright Or what appear Worth such a fear My life protected by his Might Vain hatred vain their power That would my life devour These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once inclose Of fear I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compass me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When storms arise on ev'ry side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shock Hath fixt me on a Rock Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string O hear thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pity and reply When thus the Lord In sweet accord Seek thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seek thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turn aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers known O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me the Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Bear Wrath and Death My Soul had sunk beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undaunted stand His heav'nly Will attend Who timely aid will send PSALM XXVIII MY God my Rock regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of dark Oblivion lie To my ascending Grief give ear When I my hands devoutly rear Before thy Mercy-seat with fear With wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate Who speak of Peace but foster hate Such as their works their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadful punishment Since they will not thy Choice renown But hate whom thou intend'st to crown O build not up but pull them down He hears His Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on ev'ry side â—ince all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my Tears devour My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Bless feed preserve and still advance PSALM XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heav'n and Earth Glory give his Pow'r proclame Magnifie and praise his Name Worship in the Beauty bless Beauty of his Holiness From a dark and show'ring Cloud On the floods that roar aloud Hark! his Voice with terrour breaks God our God in Thunder speaks Powerful in his Voice on high Full of Pow'r and Majestie Lofty Cedars overthrown Cedars of steep Libanon Calf-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthful Unicorn Lab'ring Clouds with Light'ning torn At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for fear Shady Forrests bare appear His renown by ev'ry tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Floods restrains He a King for ever raigns God his People shall increase Arm with Strength and bless with Peace PSALM XXX MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffer'd the proud Enemy To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arm did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vows unto the Lord His perfect Holiness record Whose Wrath but for a Moment stays His quick'ning Favour life bestows Tears may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joys soon-ending Woes In my Prosperity I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortifi'd Am like a stedfast Mountain made But when thou hid'st thy cheerful Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my grief renew Which thus implor'd thy saving Grace What profit can my blood afford When I shall to the Grave descend Can senseless Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercy in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope
with joy shall lead along Eterniz'd in a Nuptial Song And with renew'd Applauses bring Unto the Palace of the King Thou in thy Royal Fathers place Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race Who over all the Earth shall sway While the cleer Sun directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the World divulge thy Fame PSALM XLVI GOd is our Refuge our strong Tow'r Securing by his Mighty Pow'r When Dangers threaten to devour Thus Arm'd no fears shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shook her Hills into the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billows to the Skies And Mountains shake with horrid noise Clear streams purl from a Crystal Spring Which Gladness to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternal King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her fair Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdoms which our ruin fought He makes destructive War surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universal Peace He breaks their Bows unarms their Quivers The bloody Speer in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbear and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALM XLVII LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise Who from a bove Dire Lightning flings The King of kings Of all that move who le Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath thrown A fair Possession chose For us that are his Own The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends With Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalms For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reigns Sits on his Holy Throne All whom the Earth sustains Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALM XLVIII THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the City of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Fair Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beauty and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The City of the Mighty King God dwells within her lofty Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruin sought Who armed Troops before her brought At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such fear such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throws At thy command black Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores We what we heard our Fathers tell Have seen who in this City dwell The City of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulness We in thy Temple still profess As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice far renown'd O Sion Iudah's Diadem You Daughters of Ierusalem Unite your Joys and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seen Go walk the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her fair Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remain And us unto our Last sustain PSALM XLIX ALL you who dwell upon the foodful Earth Both Rich and Poor of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdom shall impart And knowledge from the fountain of my heart I unto light dark Parables will bring And to my solemn Harp Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I fear When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws near O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store Who can redeem his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-prais'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streams conceal Or Hills inclose can banish'd Life repeal That he might live unto Eternitie Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrails lye They see the Wise and Fools to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their name But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vain course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just. Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soul redeem and to his Joys prefer Despair not when a man grows Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soul descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their own Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerful Light Man high in honour whose ignoble breast No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALM L. THe God of gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heav'n and conscious Earth to witness call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thund'ring Skie shall make his Justice known When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People hear Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steer Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that year For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountains feed â— know all Fowl which Hill or Valleys yield And number all the Cattel of the Field Will I if hungry unto Thee complain When all is Mine which Sea and Land contain Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou think That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drink A thankful heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vows to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soul from Death and thou my Name shall praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explain My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word
despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou this did I with silence see â—o as thou thought'st that I was like to thee â—ut I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect â—est I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Souls shall my Salvation see PSALM LI. LOrd to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streams of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soul O clense me from my bloody Deed That to my self appears so foul And now in true Contrition bleed My sins unmask'd before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confess to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice known In sin conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suck'd I from my Mothers breast Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdom is a constant guest With Hysop purge from blemish clear O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission hear The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A clean Heart in my breast create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quick'ning Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heav'nly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer clense from blood The Soul that will thy Mercy praise Give thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodness shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foul crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Arms imbrace And fair Ierusalem immure Then we with due Solemnity To Thee our grateful Vows will pay And Bulls which never Yoke did try Upon thy flaming Altar lay PSALM LII O Thou in Mischief great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with fraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evil dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Virtue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Structures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then tear thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Fear Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsook Nor for his refuge took Self-strength'ning with excess Of Wealth and Wickedness But I shall planted be Like a green Olive-tree In Gods own House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALM LIII FOols flattering their own vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To fetter Nature quench her flame When all this Universal Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The fear and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Think nothing that delights them vile Their Souls with wicked thoughts defile And all their foul Desires fulfill God from the Tow'r of Heav'n his Eyes On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statutes knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Virtue prise O deaf to good in knowledge blind By Sin through clouds of errour led Dull sensual Forms without a Mind Not slow though certain Vengeance dread The Righteous they devour like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrours shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty fear God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Arms against him bear Nor they their Infamy out-wear Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-star might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expel When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy shall Iacobs joy excell PSALM LIV. LOrd for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O hear my cries Which with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruel men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppress my Foes O side with those Who to my soul are true With vengeance recompence their Hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be Who from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALM LV. LOrd to my Prayers incline thine Ear Th' afflicted hear Nor be thou Deaf to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighs the groans the cries Which from my pensive Soul arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe Which storm-like grow And by blood thirsty Violence Truth my offence Who slander with their wounding Tongues And press me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approaching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Fear dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calm Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I find some Wilderness Removed far from mans access Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadful Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter than the Wind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walk the Round Rape Mischief Tears within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly reign Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union grown As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsel led Let Death devour them let them dive To Hell alive With mischief their proud roofs abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soul shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call My Prayers shall with the Suns uprise Ascend the Skies Renew'd when he at Noon displays His fervent Rays When he behind the Earth descends And Day out-worn with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Sphears And pierce his Ears He shall my captive Soul release And crown with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternal Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who only change from bad to worse Nor fear his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words than Butter
Seas recoil'd in their affright The Clouds in storms of rain descend The Air thy hideous Fragors rend Thy arrows dreadful flames extend Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies Thy fatal Light'ning swiftly flies Earth trembles in her agonies Thy Ways even through the Billows lye The Floods then left their Chanels dry No Mortal can thy steps descry Like Flocks through Wilderness of Sand Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land By Moses and by Aarons hand PSALM LXXVIII MY People hear my Words I will unfold Dark Oracles and Wonders done of old By our great Ancestors both heard and known Successively unto their Children shown Which we will to Posterity relate That People yet unknown may celebrate Gods Power his Praise and glorious Acts since He Will 's this Tradition by Divine Decree Until one Day shall give the World an end That all their hopes might on his Help depend Nor ever let his noble Actions sleep In dark oblivion but his Statutes keep Unlike their rebel Sires a stubborn Race Who fell from God nor sought his slighted Grace The Ephraimites though expert in their Bows Though arm'd ignobly fled before their Foes Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God Nor in the ways of his prescription trod Forgot his famous Acts his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o'reflown He brought them through the bowels of the Flood The parted Waves like solid Mountains stood By day with leading Clouds affords a shade By night a flaming Pyramis displaid Hard Rocks He in the thirsty Deserts clave And drink out of their stony Entrails gave Even from their barren sides the waters gusht And down in rivers through the vallies rusht Yet still they sinn'd and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand provoking the most High Blaspheming thus Can God our wants redress A Table furnish in the Wilderness Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill Can he give Bread with Flesh the hungry fill Thus tempted by their hourly murmurings He to his long retarded Wrath gives wings Their infidelity inrag'd the Just That would not to his sure Protection trust Who all the Curtains of the Skies withdrew And made the clouds resolve into a dew With Manna Food of Angels Mortals fed And fill'd with plenty of caelestial Bread Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise And bad the dropping South obscure the Skies Whence show'rs of Quails descend as thick as sand On Sea-wash'd shores or dust on Sun-dry'd Land Which fell among their Tents They their delights Injoy and feast their deadly appetites For lo while they those fatal Dainties chew And their inordinate Desires pursue The Wrath of God surpriz'd them and cut down The choice of all even those of most renown Nor by their own mis-haps admonished Would they his Works believe or Judgments dread So he their spirits quench'd with daily fears In Vanity and Toil consum'd their years But when by Slaughter wasted the forlorn Return'd and sought Him in the early Morn They then confest and said Thou art our Tower Our Strength alone protectest by thy Power Yet their slie Tongues did but their Souls disguise Full of deluding flatteries and lies Their faithless hearts revolted from his Will Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill How oft would He whose Mercy hath no bound Their pardon sign nor in their Sins confound How oft did He his burning wrath asswage How oft divert the fury of his Rage Consider'd them as flesh in frailty born A passing Wind that never can return Yet still would they his sacred Laws transgress Provok'd him in th' unpeopled Wilderness Confin'd the Holy One of Israel Against their Saviour frantickly rebel Forgetful of his Power nor ever thought Of that great day when from long bondage brought His dreadful Miracles to Aegypt known And Wonders in the Field of Zoan shown The River chang'd into a Sea of Blood Men faint for thirst t' avoid th' infected Flood Huge swarms of unknown Flies display their wings Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound And with their filthy slime pollute the ground Their early Fruits the Caterpillers spoil And Grashoppers devour the Plow-mans toil Long Vines with storms their dangling burdens lost The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroy'd with frost Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones breathless lie Their Cattel by the stroke of Thunder die The Vengeance of his Wrath all forms of woes More Plagues then could be fear'd upon them throws Whom evil Angels to their sins betray He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way Nor would with man or sinless beasts dispense â—hot by the Arrows of his Pestilence â—ew all the flower of Youth their First-born Sons There where old Nilus in seven chanels runs But like a flock of Sheep his People led Safe and secure through Deserts full of dread Even through unfathom'd Deeps which part and close Their tumbling waves to swallow their proud Foes Then brought them to his consecrated Land Even to his Mountain purchas'd by his Hand Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants And in their rooms the Tribes of Israel plants Yet they O most ingrateful falsifie Their vows and still exasperate the most High Who in their faithless Fathers traces goe And start aside like a deceitful Bow Their Altars on the tops of Mountains blaze While they their hands to cursed Idols raise These objects fuel to his wrath afford Whose Soul revolted Israel abhor'd The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsook Nor longer would that hated Mansion brook His Ark even to Captivity declin'd His Strength and Glory to the Foe resign'd And yielded up his People to the Rage Of barbarous swords nor would his wrath asswage Devouring flames their able Youth confound Nor are their Maids with Nuptial Garlands crown'd Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battel fall No Widows weeping at their Funeral Then as a Giant folded in the Charms Of Wine and Sleep starts up and cries To arms So rous'd his Foes behind Jehovah wounds And with Eternal Infamy confounds Yet would in Iosephs Tents no longer dwell Nor Ephraim chose who from his Cov'nant fell But Iudah's Mountain for his Seat elects And sacred Sion which he most affects There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd Firm as the Centre never to be ras'd And from the bleating Flocks his David choâ—e When he attended on the yeaning Ews And rais'd him to a Throne that he might feed His people Israel's selected Seed Who fed them faithfully and all the Land Directed with a just and equal hand PSALM LXXIX THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan Lord With Fire and Sword Thy holy Temple they prophane With Slaughter stain Beneath her ruins Salem groans Now nothing but a heap of Stones The dead no Funeral pomp attends Nor weeping friends Their carkases our barbarous Foes To Beasts expose The ravenous Wolves become their tomb Or else the greedy Vultures womb With blood of Saints the Streams grow red Like Watershed Thy People
Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equity directs These celestial Twins imbrace These reflect on Iacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stool fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Prayers preferr'd These by him as soon were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almighty spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions hear Merciful and yet severe The Holy on his Holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALM C. ALL from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestial Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals press In your divine resorts With Thanks his Power profess And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His Promise past For ever sure PSALM CI. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdom shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roof infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Virtue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peaceful Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithful shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Virtue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the Wicked in the Land Will cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods City stand PSALM CII ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Afflictions stop thine Ear Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appear The Sighings of my Spirit hear And when I call with speed reply As Smoak so fleets my Soul away My marrow dry'd as Hearths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eat The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not less desolate Like Screech-Owls who with ominous strains Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complains Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruin swear For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a tear For Lord O who thy Wrath can bear Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Dayes short as the Evening shade As Morning dew consume away As Gâ—ass cut down with Sithes I fade Or like a flower crop'd yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time draws near And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings rear Whose ruins to thy Saints are dear For they her Dust as sacred prise Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to hear the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternal Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rful Hand shall fear the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To hear the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name again in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my years Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in tears Time wasts not thee which all out-wears Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes pass away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remain You blessed Souls who God adore With Patient Hope your harms sustain For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALM CIII MY Soul and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soul O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the Wounds which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd With Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his Wrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemency To all who on his Grace rely As far as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So far he sets from his Aspect Their Guilt who him with fear affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knows the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Original Man flourisheth like Grass a Flower That blows and withers in an hour By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflower'd and leaves no print behind But his firm Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equal Laws fulfill Remember and perform his Will In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed Who him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All whom his Wisdom did create Through his large Empire celebrate His glorious Name with sweet accord Joyn thou my Soul to praise the Lord. PSALM CIV MY ravish'd Soul great God thy praises sings Whom Glory circles with her radiant Wings And Majesty invests then Day more bright Cloth'd with the beams of new-created Light He like an all-infolding Canopy Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie And in the Air-imbraced Waters set The Basis of his hanging Cabinet Who on the Clouds as on a Chariot rides And with a reign the flying Tempest guides Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Flood In whose calm bosome unseen Mountains stood At his rebuke it shrunk with
record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALM CVIII MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the World rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O hear us who thy aid implore And with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Sâ—â—coths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battail bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold â— will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe When Death and Horrour most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For O the help of Man is vain Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown PSALM CIX MY God my Glory leave not in Distress Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress They who delight in subtilties and wrongs Afflict me with the poison of their tongues With Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turns with evil proudly recompence And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repair And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer Subject him to a Tyrants stern command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime May he by violence untimely dye And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vain His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread Let griping Usurers divide his spoil And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrown Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till he out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his own head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest And like a fatal Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boil And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies Who seek to blast me with malicious lies But Lord in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poor with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every wind My feeble Knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproach hath seiz'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerful Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless And pine with envy at my good success Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALM CX THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Sion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day With their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew Which hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did break Of th' order of Melchisedeck That thou a Priest should'st raign Even while the Sun disperst his Light While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night Or Stars their course maintain God in that Day at thy right hand Their Blood who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill Who over many Nations sway And only their own Wills obey Shall sink beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage PSALM CXI MY Soul the honour of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath shown With joy by their admirers known His glorious deeds all praise transcend His equal Justice knows no end Left in eternal Monuments Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who fear his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Laws and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His fear is the Original Of Wisdom and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never dye PSALM CXII Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who fears the Lord And cheerfully obeys his Word His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endless honour crown'd To him in darkness light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poor provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him down No time deface his just renown Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearless fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th' unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grinde And languish with the grief of minde Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALM CXIII Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening