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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
brought verse 6 O bless'd ô bless'd be God who hears His praying Servant's Voice verse 7 My Might my Shield from all my Fears In whom my Thoughts rejoice To Him whose Help my Faith requites I 'll joyful Praises sing verse 8 Whose Strength and whose Salvation sights For his Anointed King verse 9 O save ô bless thy People Lord Thy old Inheritance And their Salvation by thy Word From Age to Age advance PSAL. xxix verse 1 BRing to the Lord ye Sons of Mighty A grateful Sacrifice In his unbounded Strength delight And to his Glories rise verse 2 Rise to his Glory praise his Name His sacred Name alone Bow bow to Him his Praise proclaim Before his Awful Throne verse 3 See how his dreadful Lightnings break Heark how his Thunder rolls The Lord from o'er the Water speaks And all the Deep controls verse 4 Vast is the Force the Brightness great Which on his Voice attend verse 5 Flames shot from his Imperial Seat The lofty Cedars rend verse 6 He makes the frighted Mountains trip Like Heifers o'er the Field Old Libanus and Hermon skip When Clouds their Thunder yield verse 7 Wrap'd in a Thousand Flames it roars verse 8 And makes the Desart shake The barren Sands and distant Shoars Before his Thunder quake verse 9 His Terrours make the trembling Deer Their Young unperfect cast And Forests bare and stripp'd appear As with a Winter's Blast verse 10 The Lord on Clouds enthron'd on high Reigns an Eternal King And all his glorious Majesty In Heav'ns bright Temples sing verse 11 The Lord with unresisted Might Will guard his Churches round His Blessings on their Heads shall light With Peace and Plenty crown'd Another Metre As the 112th verse 1 COme to the Lord a Sacrifice Of fattest Rams from Bashan bring To Him let mighty Princes rise verse 2 His Might his wondrous Glories sing Just Honours to their Lord allow And in his sacred Temple bow verse 3 Heark how the Lord from Clouds above In Cracks of dreadful Thunder speaks verse 4 With horrid Force his Thunders move His Voice with dismal Glory breaks verse 5 Down fall the lofty Cedars torn With its tempestuous Force o'er-born verse 6 The Hills their strong Foundations leave The rooted Hills before him shake Before his Voice the Mountains cleave And Libanus and Hermon shake And Earth as sudden Motion yields As Heifers tripping o'er the Fields verse 7 His Voice shoots out with pointed Flames verse 8 And shocks the Desarts all around Its Force the trembling Wild proclaims verse 9 And at his Thunders awful found The Forest-Herds and trembling Deer Cast out their Young unform'd for Fear His Lightnings strip the Forests round verse 10 His Might the swelling Floods restrains All in his House his Praises sound And He a King Eternal reigns verse 11 That God who His with Strength endues And all the Sweets of Peace pursues PSAL. xxx verse 1 TO Thee my God with Heart and Voice I 'll Praises sing to Thee Who hast not made my Foes rejoice But hast exalted me verse 2 I cry'd my Lord my God to Thee And Health thy Mercy gave verse 3 My Life from Death's sharp Pains set free And from the loathsom Grave verse 4 Sing to the Lord ye Meek with Praise His sacred Name adore verse 5 His Wrath but one short Moment stays His Favours Life restore One Night may pass in Griefs and Tears One melancholy Night But Joy with Golden Wings appears Before the dawning Light verse 6 Once bless'd with Peace I boasting said I ne'er should fall nor move verse 7 Thou Lord my Hill so strong hadst made By thy surrounding Love Thy Face withdrawn a Thousand Cares Disturb'd my tortur'd Breast verse 8 Then I to God with hearty Prayers And servent Cries address'd verse 9 What Honours can my Blood to Thee My Death what Trophies raise Can mould'ring Dust thy Glories see Thy Truth or Goodness praise verse 10 Hear Lord and pity him who mourns To my Assistance fly verse 11 Thy Love my Tears to dancing turns My sable Weeds to Joy verse 12 To Thee my Lord my God I 'll sing My Tongue shall praise thy Name My Harp on ev'ry tuneful String Thy Deathless Praise proclaim PSAL. xxxj verse 1 IN Thee dear Lord I trust my Soul From all Confusion free With Justice all my Foes control And still deliver me verse 2 To me thy gracious Ears incline And to my Rescue fly Be thou my Guard with Strength Divine My Rock and Fortress high verse 3 Thou art my Rock my Fortress Thou O for thy Mercy 's sake For thy great Name direct me now The safest Ways to take verse 4 From secret Nets withdraw my Feet O Thou my Strength esteem'd verse 5 I to thy Hands my Soul commit Lord by thy Truth redeem'd verse 6 I hate vain lying Men but in God's Mercy sure rejoice verse 7 Who has my deep Affliction seen And heard my mournful Voice verse 8 Me to my Foes he ne're betray'd But set my Feet at large verse 9 O with thy Mercies undelay'd My present Woes discharge Part 2. My Eyes my Mind my Bowels all Beneath thy Anger waste verse 10 My Spirits with my Sufferings fall My Years in Sighs are past My strength with Sins huge weight opprest My putrid Bones decay verse 11 Foes Neighbours such as know me best With my Disasters play To them a Laughing-stock a Scorn A Bug bear I appear And those who meet a Wretch forlorn Draw back-their Heads for fear verse 12 Me they like Men long dead forgot Or threw like Potsherds by verse 13 While cruel Censures were my Lot And barbarous Emnity Fear sinks my Soul while mighty Men Against my Life combine verse 14 Yet said I to my Saviour then Thou still dear Lord art mine verse 15 My Times are Thine ô rescue me From persceuting Foes verse 16 And that I may thy Mecies see Thy saving Smiles disclose verse 17 Preserve me Lord from Shame who call And thy Assistance crave But let confounded Sinners fall Down to the silent Grave verse 18 So shall those wretched Fools be hush'd Whose proud Contempt and Scorn That good Men might be throughly crush'd Could lying Lips suborn Part 3. verse 19 Oh what vast Good 's reserv'd for those Who fear thy sacred Name What Good for them thy Loves dispose Thy mighty Works proclaim verse 20 Thou from the Proud thy Saints shalt hide Within thy secret Place And in thy House Rest provide From brawling Tongues Disgrace verse 21 O bless'd be God whose Mercies wrought Such wondrous Things for me Who from a well senc'd City brought Me out and set me free verse 22 I said in hasle No more shall I Before my God appear Yet Lord thou heard'st my Pray'r my Cry Obtain'd thy gracious Ear. verse 23 O love the Lord ye Saints the Lord His faithful Servants keeps But off at once the Proud abhor'd His equal Vengeance sweeps verse 24 Take Courage then and God to