PSAL. VIII FAther and Fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Thy greatnesse hath surmounted far The Spheares where stars bright glistring ar 2 How thou do'st rule the world with care The infant age yet sucking tells That thou maist stop the mouthes that dare Barke at thy power which so excells Such mouthes at thee as poison spue And thirst for bloud which they pursue 3 When I behold the Heauens so cleere With purest light made by thine hand When Moone and Stars so bright appeare And all by thee created stand 4 Ah what is man in life or lim Thinke I that thus thou mindest him What is his stock his of-spring what To whom thou daign'st such honour such A gracefull eye of fauour that 5 Hee 's like a God the oddes not much 6 Thou mad'st him Prince to vndergoe The rule of all thou mad'st below Of all that breathes by right of birth Thou mad'st him master of their wills 7 The horn'd and the fleec'd flocks on earth And all that feedes on plaines and hills 8 Or what with wings or sinns diuide The aire and Sea He tames their pride 9 Father and fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Whose throne is Heauen whose foot-stoole Earth Protect thine one of noblest birth PSAL. IX OF thee I sing great Guardian of all things To thee my heart her duties tribute paies Thy wonders to our seed that after springs I will declare and thence thy glory raise Safe guided by thy hand I 'le nothing feare But cheerfull notes will sing with cheerfull mind And will thee praise who supreme rule do'st beare Chiefe Iustice of the Heau'ns and heau'nly kind 3 My prouder foe who without counsell led Conceiu'd vain hopes hath turn'd and took his flight And thy right-hand pursuing whilst he fled With more than humane force hath foil'd him quite 4 My greedy foes wide yawning for my bloud Thy wreakfull rage confounds and rends their iawes Thine aide releeu'd while guilty-like I stood And from thy Throne thy doome did end my cause 5 Thou tam'st the fury of the sauage rout Thy matchlesse might did so my foes dispell As in the roules of Fame they were left out That none their names in after-age should tell 6 Lo to what end come all these swelling threats Lo him that townes would leuell and lay plaine That where in former times stood stately seatâ—â— No memory should of their state remaine But He that swaies eternally this ball By iustice fixt his euerlasting throne 8 To distribute the lawes by righting all And ruling men that each may haue his owne 9 When force doth sit to hatch high-swelling pride Thy gate of Grace stands open for the poore Thy castle of safe refuge thou set'st wide That all distrest may enter at the doore 10 And therefore well may they in Thee alone Who know thy wide-spread Name their trust repose When all the world hath by experience knowne Thou leau'st not thine to'h mercy of their foes 11 Then sing due praise vnto the Lord whose hand And watchfull eie keeps his lou'd Sion sure Spread wide his wise decrees in eu'ry land Them let no bounds lesse than the world immure 12 For guiltlesse bloud he takes a strict account Reuenging it with plagues and inward feares And suffers not pride vnreueng'd to mount And presse the poor whose cries soon pierce his eares 13 But thou deare God look neerer to my cause Whom armed force pursues with deadly spight And take me from the fell and direfull iawes Of Death whose hue is black as pitchy night 14 That all so high as Sion lifts her head And sets her towers so far so wide to view I man thy name with vowes and praises spread And daily thankes for hourely helpe renew 15 Perfidious wights in waues of selfe-bred wrong Tost and turmoild haue worthily been drown'd And in the nets which they were knitting long For others laide themselues were helplesse bound 16 Who but admires Heau'ns-equall ballanc'd right Who weau'd the web of fraud himselfe was caught A thing so oft perform'd in all mens sight Should be enrould and kept in inward thought 17 But so it is Time not fore-seene arrests The god-lesse men who haue not Heau'n in mind Then sodaine death wounds their rebellious breasts And hides them in his pit where no sun shin'd 18 But modest minds which breathe but aire diuine Hopelesse of helpe but what from Heauen descends God in his heart doth them a place assigne Where causelesse griefe at last findes large amends 19 Vp vp Creator of all things arise And let not man not many spans in length Mount to a monster of deformed size To crush the poor Curb thou mens lawlesse strength 20 Thou with the boundless weight of endless might Strike horror deep into their fiercer mindes That man may know his feeble state aright Whose weaker parts no lasting cement bindes PSAL. X. HOw long wilt thou Conseruer of mankind Neglect thy seruants in their sad distresse 2 How long wilt thou remain in Heauen confin'd Whilst Lord-like here lewd men the iust oppresse Let ill befall the ill-conceiuing head And perish it with all the arts it bred 3 Whilst he with wrongs doth cram his lustful heart The proud man boasts and inwardly is glad As he had wonne by right and vs'd no art And still should hold the glory that he had 4 Thus his vnbridled arrogance neglects Of right and wrong the contrary respects Whilst sweetly he applauds his in-bred wit And thinks in Heauen there is no God nor feares 5 But proudly champing on his pleasant bit His happinesse his haughty hearts vpreares Nor dreams that thou to iudgment wilt proceede And vindicate the guilt of his mis-deed He sleights his foes nor cares for them a straw 6 And reck'ning with himselfe without his Host My life saith he at longest length I 'le draw And steere my course with no rough billowes tost No care shall come to interrupt my state Nor fits of paine my pleasure shall abate 7 Out of his mouth doe cursed slaunders flow Disgorging taunts and crafty wiles withall Whilst to good men do griefes and trauailes grow By his enuenom'd tongue and bitter gall 8 His ambushes to catch the iust he laies And poorer men with sterner looks affraies 9 As a bloud-thirsty Lion in his den Lies couching close and hides his fearfull head So lurking he assaults the weaker men His panting heart with fainting fury led And with his many knotted nets fast ti'de He drawes them in as captiues to his pride 10 He tames them with his force won with his wiles And as in clouds doth he conceale his spight How many troupes of trauailers with guiles Hath he surpris'd and them depriu'd of light Who passing by when they do think no harm Are caught
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
liue and dye euen as he please to will Vnder whose changelesse law all trembling lies bound to obey and his Edicts fulfill 10 Who far more wise then men professing arts Profaner men that vainer arts professe He mockes the baser births of their lewd harts And frustrate bad men of all good successe 11 But what the Author of all things propounds And keepes within the closet of his mind Whilst day and night doe tread their measur'd rounds Shall steddy stand nor alteration find 12 Ah thrice nay more then fourefold blest are those Whose patrone God takes on himselfe to be And whom he tooke peculiarly and chose To be his owne in a more neere degree 13 From the star-spangled vaults where Saints abide The Grand-Sire of the world casts downe his eye 14 And in his inmost roomes retir'd aside Beholds the cares and toiles wherein men lye 15 Who fram'd the heart and her darke angles made And knowes what lurkes in eu'ry humane brest There 's nothing hid eu'n in the darkest shade That can be kept from him or lye supprest 16 The King in vaine troops with his mustred bands To be safe-guarded and preseru'd secure The Souldier hopes in vaine with his steel'd hands Against his foe to be protected sure 17 Oft-times the Horse that ouer-runs the winde Deceiues his rider nor performes his speed 18 But God beholds Iust men of heauenly kinde With a fixte ye that still his marke doth heed 19 And doth retort the darts of daring fate And stops the iawes of hunger sharpe and fell 20 Hence comes our hope of helpe and happy state None can like him and none will guard so well 21 And hearts deuoted to his seruice He Besprinkles all with oile of ioy and brings 22 Their hopes and vowes that on him fixed be To happy end whence endlesse solace springs PSAL. XXXIV IN weale or woe what e're befall At all times I the Lord will praise My mouth with high-strain'd accents shall His praise resound and alwaies raise 2 This shall my ioy and comfort be And present ease in dire distresse The mournfull crue thus following me Shall cause their sorrow seeme the lesse 3 Thus all in one let vs pursue With praise his name and sou'raigne might 4 In dangers when I call'd he knew My voice and soone put feare to flight 5 Who heart and all to him apply With cheerfull hue their visage shines Nor shame with her cheek-staining dye Shall shew them crost in their designes 6 Behold this poore penurious wretch When he to him for aide did call He forth his sauing arme did stretch And freed him from what ill might fall 7 Who feare the Lord an Angell sent Doth guard their camps and fence them so That impious force against them bent He foiles them all leaues not a foe 8 Make proofe and you shall quickly see How far Gods bounty doth extend And know how blest they onely be Who hope and hap to him commend 9 You holy Nations serue the Lord They nothing want who him adore 10 Extortious wrongs doe not afford Their masters food when these haue store 11 Come heauens delight attend and heare Whilst I the Lords true feare relate 12 Who look'st for life from dangers cleare And for long daies in happy state 13 Refraine thy tongue from poisonous spite And keepe thy lips from cursed fraud 14 Auoid the crooked waies doe right And loue sweet rest and peace applaud 15 The Lord beholds the innocent And to their vowes lends open eare 16 His brow against the wicked bent Their names in no records appeare 17 The Lord attends the iust mans plaint And frees him from all pressing ills 18 When others with lost labour faint And hopelesse are to worke their wills And when the minde with griefes opprest Doth vnderlye the waight it beares Gods helpe at hand is still addrest And care-distracted soules vp-reares 19 What good men would blinde Chance enuies And taskes them to laborious toiles But God who guards the godly wise Abates her edge and forces foiles 20 21 And keepes the bones in their right place Vnbroken by the hands of foes When lewd men to their more disgrace By their owne sinnes worke their owne woes And he who 's not the godlies friend Shall with his house quite ruin'd fall 22 But who serues God he doth defend His life house liuelihood and all PSAL. XXXV BLest Architect who mad'st the worlds wide frame Come and protect me and my cause defend And to my foes with ignominious shame Retort the ill which they tow'rds me intend 2 3 Take with thy darts thy all-resisting shield And draw thy sword and meet my foes i' th field Say to my soule secured by mine aid Let not thy courage be appall'd with feare 4 The shamefull blush that showes a shind dismaid Be that the colour and let that appeare In my foes front and turne they soone their backe Who their blind traps prepar'd to work my wracke 5 As Boreas fierce doth whirle the dust about So let the wreakfull Angell in their flight 6 Hard at the heeles pursue this heartlesse rout Dabling in durt let then the sullen night Cloud all her lampes that frighted with her frowne The wreakfull Angell then may ding them downe 7 For since they sought by their lewd luring traines To take me in their nets who meant but good And digg'd a pit in th' Earths deepe hollow veines 8 Snar'd be they in the nets laid for my blood And where my death was threatned in that pit Headlong fall they and blindfold lye in it 9 In the meane time my heart shall leape withall All sweet delight infus'd My mind now free By grant of grace from harmes that might befall Shall praise the Lord whence comfort comes to me 10 And all the senses that expresse the mind Shall cry and say None like our God we find Who guards the poore from violence of those That presse them down with their huge waight of pride And whose reuenging hand keepes off the blowes That would confound were he not on their side 11 Conspiring Calumny doth spit her spite And of foule crimes me guiltlesse doth endite 12 They feigne flagitious facts which I ne're knew To bring my soule vnto a shamefull end What I did well with malice they pursue And breake their sleepes whilst they my death intend 13 Whilst pois'nous griefe burnes like a plaguy sore And eats their intrails in ill case before I in a sable hue and mourning weed Deform'd and worne scourg'd with pale famines rod Groueling on ground eyes hand and heart agree'd With teares and humble sute t' appease my God 14 So friend for friend so brother mourns for brother So sons bedew with teares their deare dead mother 15 If Fortune toucht me with her heauy hand They flock and ioy at my supposed ills The rascall rout when I thinke nothing band To worke on me their proud and spitefull wills 16 Base Parasites and all the babling crue Whet