my rest And with sweet sleepes will spend the night With hope from Heauen thou steelst my breast And shieldst me safe Lord with thy might PSAL. V. WHose supreme power o're all extends Benignely Lord my praiers heare And with a calme and facile eare Receiue the plaines which sorrow sends 2 When loud I call attentiue see How my full vaines distend my heart My God and King alone thou art And in distresse I serue but thee 3 Lord heare me when I early cry For while pure vowes cheere hopes within I 'le call on thee ere beames begin To sparkle from the Suns bright eie 4 Thou God who lou'st a pious minde And hat'st the filth of impious rites Let him whose soule in sin delights Hopelesse of thee no fauour finde 5 Arm'd wrong flies from thy dreadfull sight 6 Who art a foe to bloud and fraud The glozing tongue that doth applaud Foule falshood thou wilt cut out quite 7 Since on thy grace I Lord relie Thy sacred gates will I draw neere And to thy Temple goe with feare And send pure vowes to thee on high 8 That I my foese slinets may finde Thou God of Right thy light display And in a darke and doubtfull way Direct my steps which else are blinde 9 Truth shuns the lips of my proud foes Whilst filth and fraud keep th' inner roomes Their throates smell worse than rotten toombes Their tongues with honied poison gloze And inly minde closely to wound 10 O God the source whence all things spring Destroy the wicked Nation bring Their drifts to naught and who dost found And foster all confound the vaine And idle plots they vndertake Quite roote them out who thee forsake And due to sin feele they the paine 11 But by thy grace Lord guarded still Let them be glad who fixe on thee Their hopes alone and fearelesse free Adore thy Name and euer will 12 Pure mindes to Heauen which homage yeeld Thou cheer'st with treasures from thy store And when refresh'd they need no more Thy fauour shades them like a shield PSAL. VI. WHilst anger boiles and rage inflames thy gall Correct me not though sin for vengeance call Whilst fury burnes and runs a swifter pace To bring fell plagues on body soule and all Spare spare me Lord whom griefe doth so appall Lay iustice by and vse thy hand of grace My force is spent my bones the bodies stay â—aile since their nerues are loos'd where vigour lay 3 And care doth vexe my troubled spirit sore â—ow long wilt thou neglect and keep away And leaue me on the rack vext night and day Come now and me from deaths fell iawes restore 5 When he hath once ceaz'd with his griping paw Not leauing one poore puffe of breath to draw Who thinkes on thee Ah no it it too late Wrapt vp in mold made subiect to deaths law Where men are like those births that no Sun saw Who there thy Name shall sing or praise relate 6 When in the night my grieued soule agast Breathes forth deepe sighes as if she breath'd her lasâ— With weeping eies I wash my mournefull bed That all the cloathes which on my couch are cast Are wet with teares which trickle downe so fast As if a shower of raine powr'd from my head 7 My fight once quick her vertue now hath spent With gripes of griefe and pining discontent The liuely vigour of my limmes is gone Whilst that my foes their wiles applauding went And for their plots which nought but mischief men In my fresh checkes now ruddy hue is none 8 The cursed crue Ah you that so delight In gracelesse acts hence hence now take your flight Cast off the hopes which you conceiu'd in vaine 9 God calmely heard the roarings of my spri't And though you grieue and enuy at the sight He heard my vowes and rais'd me vp againe 10 Let sodaine shame mine enemies disgrace The guilty blush let it confound their face Let infamy which them to horror driues Make pale their lookes to shew their dolefull case And in their hearts let tort'ring griefe take place Who fled and left me like base fugitiues PSAL. VII SInce I in thee my safties hope haue plac'd Great Keeper of all things in this our All â—n their fell iawes who alwaies me disgrac'd Lord let not thou let not thy seruant fall Like sauage beasts more like than ciuill men They plot my death deuising how and when If none doe come and take my cause in hand â—s a fierce Lion teares the harmlesse Sheepe Who at first fight affrighted doe disband â—o my fell foe who wakes whilst others sleepe Will rend my limmes whose thirst of blood is suâ—â— He sheds if guiltlesse he cares not how much If he accus'd whose faith had tainelesse stood Nor lying lips had warp'd and wou'n false crimes If I haue wrought them ill who meant but good Or spar'd not those who harm'd me many times 5 Me let my foe pursue and ouertake And taken foile and foild his foot-ball make â—nd let him tread and trample in the mire â—y Diadem the ensigne of my pride But Lord arise let rage and lewd desire Of my proud foes thy mercy laid aside Incense thee to iust ire rise Lord and pay Thy vowd reuenge to those who Truth betray Arise and let thy sacred Maiesty His beames display and all parts ouerspread And let all people to their Parlies hie And thee proclaime their fire and supreme Head Thou whose strong hand holds all the Scepters herâ— 8 And vindicates the sins done eu'ry where Reuenge my wrong if rightly I implore With hallow'd mouth and mind plagues on my foâ—â— 9 O thou iust Iudge who knows our thoughts befoâ—â— We speake or thinke whose eie doth all disclose Batter and bruise lewd mens all-daring lust Whilst grace supports and animates the iust 10 I scorne all foes if God be on my side 11 Who takes delight where Candor takes her seaâ— In mindes that haue nor welts nor guards of pride And godly men protects when dangers threate And not by fits but by a fixt decree Menaceth death to those that impious be 12 If stiffe my foe stands in his vaine pretence 13 Then God soone drawes his sword he bends hiâ— bow He snatcheth vp his dart of more offence Which where it lights doth giue a dang'rous blow He whets his shafts with fury firy red That carries death on the sharp-pointed head 14 Behold who great with sin beings mischief forth And plots against my guiltlesse soule design'd He brought to light things that were little worth Like fancies which affright a sleeping mind 15 He digg'd a pit and closely laide his gin But missing me himselfe was caught therein 16 On his owne head shall all his follies fall And where they heed shall all his mischiefes light 17 Then free from feare and enuies bitter gall I 'le sing of thee and thine impartiall right And glorious name O thou all-ruling Lord With cheerfull mind I will thy praise record
tooth on tooth and their fell poison spue 17 O Father deare when shall this long forbaring And irksome patience haue a finall end Restraine this scoffing pride and saucy daring And me thus left let not fierce Lyons rend 18 That this by thee I may acknowledge done That now I liue and see the louely Sunne And in the solemne meetings I will sing Of Thee and of thy ready helpe to those Who call on thee the vniuersall King 19 Nor let the crue which fat and fulsome growes By laughing at mine ills to see me pin'd Nourish vaine hopes of wrongs which they design'd With nods and winkes let not my cruell foe Note me nor triumph at my bad successe 20 Who still insults with scornfull words that flow From his fell gall and ill-aduis'd doth presse On me with traines that faine would liue at rest To snare me sleeping by his guiles opprest 21 They girne and fleere and Ha say they our eyes Our eyes haue seene this smiling sun-shine day 22 Who view'st with thy all-seeing lampes what lies In the wide world disperst canst thou yet stay And see see this Then setting all aside Protect thou me Delay drawes on their pride 23 Vp vp at length with thy reuenging hand Batter and bruise the refractary proud 24 And thou iust Iudge with iust reuenge withstand Lewd mens attempts that will not else be bow'd Nor let them beare as they had wonne a prize Mirth in their mindes when teares are in mine eies 25 Nor let them mutter in their inward soule Ha ha all now goes right and farre beyond Our hopefull plots now haue we wonne the goale See where he lies whose hopes were vaine and fond 26 Let them repay with ignominious shame Their foolish mirth and pride that mou'd the same And let the blushing hue which shame attends Repell the ioyes vnseasonably bred Within their brests to see me misse my ends 27 But who are with another spirit led And take to heart to see me walke vpright Vsher'd by Conscience that no feares afright Liue they a life from sorrow far remote In sweet repose and raise vnto the skye Their Sou'raignes praise strain'd to the highest note Who frees from cares those that on him rely 28 Blest Sauiour of mankind let my tongue sing Thy Iustice alwaies whence all right doth spring And tell thy Grace which guides the ruling raines Whilst in my brest one sparke of heate remaines PSAL. XXXVI ALthough thou burne in sacred flames The intrailes of a thousand Cowes Kisse stockes and stones with hallow'd names And mumble double praiers and vowes And heape thine Altars all beset With the best gifts that thou canst get I will not yet thinke thee a jot The more religious for all that Since that thy sins say thou art not And all thou do'st denyeth flat There is a God that rules at all With prouidence this our round ball 2 How plausible soe're thou seeme And faire in show aboue the rest Yet all may see and seeing deeme Foule sinne lyes close couch'd in thy brest And bursting forth like fire brings hate Which followes thee with shame her mate 3 Whate're thou saist is guilt with guile With thanklesse cares thou puttest by All wholesome words and others while They wish thy good thou think'st they lye 4 Contriuing mischiefe all night long Thou fly'st from right and fostrest wrong 5 Great ruler of the world the land The sea and sky thee gracious find And all that heauen enfolds doth stand And fall to thee all in their kind 6 Thy rule of right and sacred skill As it made all so guides all still It higher is then tops of hils Whereon the snow doth longest lye Deeper then gulfes that nothing fills Hence men draw breath and liue thereby Nor scape thy care the beasts on earth Nor creeping things of lowest birth 7 In this all comforts that we haue Of life and liuelihood are found Whilst the pure soule is made a slaue Here in the bodies dungeon bound As birds by dammes safe brooded lye So by thine aid all harmes we flye 8 But when the exil'd mind is free By death and goes from whence it came Where all the roomes star-spangled be There want and with her griefe and shame Are banish'd there hath eu'ry man More then he wish'd wish what he can There pleasures are strew'd all about And vnmixt ioyes doe there abound There like a torrent gusheth out Streames of delights not elsewhere found 9 Thence springs the life whose fount still flowes The life which Deaths fithe neuer mowes There vanish mists that darke our minds And like to clouds doe blind our hearts But from thy face the beame that findes His radiant light vs light imparts Which shall with knowledge feed the mind That leaues no dregs of filth behind 10 Those with thy gracious goodnesse cheere Who know thee and what thou hast done And loue the truth to thee so deare With heart and mind cleare as the Sun Let let them now in iustice haue The blessings which thy Grace first gaue 11 Nor let the foot of surly pride Trample on me nor let the rout Of impious men put me beside My house and home and thrust me out 12 Who ioy in sin be sin their fall That they once downe rise not at all PSAL. XXXVII AH let not Spite enflame thy gall Though fortunate thou lewd men find Nor at their wealth fret thou at all More fugitiue then is the wind 2 So fades their shadow of renowne And seeming show of happy state As grasse in flowry meades cut downe Whose leaues their verdure soone abate 3 Trust thou in God with heart and hand Pursue the trade of right and truth So will he giue thee house and land And feed thy age who nurst thy youth 4 Rapt be thy soule with his delight And of thy ioy be he the base So cheer'd and cherisht day and night He 'll crowne thy wishes with his grace 5 Commit thy life goods and good name To his alone directing hand Then as thy selfe would'st haue the same Thy hope and hap shall iointly stand 6 Like heau'ns great light when it doth rise Thy Iustice he will make appeare Thy Iudgement too in all mens eyes Like beames at mid-day shall be cleare 7 Beare thou the crosses that may fall And if thou see which few can brooke The wicked with their pride sway all Yet cast not thou a lowring looke 8 Restraine the current of thine ire And let not hurtfull passion in Lest emulation moue desire To run the common course of sin 9 Vngodly men shall neuer stand But passe as smoake with ayrie wings When godly men possesse the land Left to their seed that after springs 10 Stay but a while and thou shalt see The wicked man consum'd and gone His towres of pride shall ruin'd be And no signe left to gaze vpon 11 The golden meane in humble mind Shall blesse the meeke with peace and rest And leaue his well-got
repleat Acknowledge God who gaue them meat And of that God the praise shall sing Who enters with Maiestick grace And doth a sparke like vigour bring Into their hearts where it takes place That feare of death fled far away There lasting life with ioy should stay 27 Then shall the Earth mou'd at the fight So new and strange from pole to pole Be subiect to the God of might And of all kindreds eu'ry soule Shall kisse his feet and prostrate fall To Him alone the Lord of all 28 To whom of right by fixt decree Who euerlasting King is knowne Belongs this masse of Kingdomes three Whose triple Crowne he weares alone To heauen and hell he giues the law And all betweene he holds in awe 29 The Greatmen here that rule the rest With him as bidden guests shall sit And fill'd with sweets fed of the best Shall to his yoke their neckes submit The which because so well they fare To beare it the more willing are The poore who pin'd stands neere the graue Shall bend to him his weakned knee Whose wearied limmes no vigour haue Nor moisture left more then hath he Who lying at the point of death Is yeelding vp his fainting breath 30 Him shall the ofsprings that succeed In the long tract of time adore And tell to all their after-breed His loue to me shew'd long before This seed to him shall homage yeeld And beare his colours in the field PSAL. XXIII AT me mad dogs ah what a coile you keepe And Enuy why sett'st thou them on to baule But God keepes me as Shepheards keepe their sheepe Nor do I want nor can I want at all 2 And as a sheepe I feed which hath no spleene In pastures where the short sweet grasse doth grow And where the Spring beflowres his louely greene My wearied limmes that scarcely seru'd to goe Refresh'd againe I at full ease extend 3 The riuer cleare that gliding passeth by Vnto my fainting force doth succours send And in the Sunne when I doe parching lye As with a fanne of cooling breath alaies My drooping spirits And when my wandring minde Following the traine of pleasing Errour strayes Tendring his flocke his way he makes me find 4 And should pale Death whose haÌ„d brings yelling grief Dart at my heart when Hell blacke shades affright I 'le folow Lord where thou doest leade in chiefe Thy Shepherds staffe will guide me safe and right 5 My table thou dost with full dishes spreâ—d With sweetest wine my crowned cup o'reflowes With sense-refreshing balme thou cheer'st my head Whilst looking on griefe doth confound my foes 6 Me shall thy hand of bounty neuer leaue Nor thy good grace which good men doth attend And so till death doth me of life bereaue I in thy house my pleasant daies will spend PSAL. XXIV THe Earth is all the Lords and what beside It sparing doth conceale or bounteous giue And they are his that in wilde mountaines bide In fruitfull plaines and ciuill cities liue 2 Vpon the Sea the solid Earth he bound And firmly plac'd it in so weake a seat With ioynts so strong and all the peeces sound To bide all brunts when swelling billowes beat 3 Thus all belongs vnto the Lord by right But for himselfe he hallowed hath a place And who is he can thither clime what wight Hath leaue to stand within that court of Grace 4 Whose heart and hand is cleare nor idle dreames Possesse his mind nor who by swearing thriue Whilst his false oathes stript true men of their meanes Heau'ns Lord to him will Earths best blessings giue And by his power supreme him will he take From force and spite and all they doe or say 6 This this is Truth and this alone will make Him see Gods face This leads to heau'n the way 7 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall Gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders put aside Though strong as steele and hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage find Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 8 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare It is the Lord whose glory shines so far With wealth in peace with victory in war 9 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders lay aside Though strong as steele or hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage finde Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 10 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare He is the great Commander of the field To whose strong armes all Kings on Earth must yeeld PSAL. XXV LEt him in armes another in his traine Of courting followers trust and martiall bands But Thou who mad'st what Heau'n and Earth contain In Thee my hope in Thee my safety stands 2 Thou heauenly Sire whom I to serue haue chose Let not my hopes be vaine to please my foes 3 Some from shames confusion shalt Thou free Nor shall the blushing hue their faces staine Who fix the staffe of all their trust in thee But who loue filth and filthy will remaine With shame and griefe doe Thou their hopes abate Who haue no cause to vexe me but their hate 4 Among so many by-paths trod below Among the brambles and thicke bushes here Thy sacred way to me thy seruant show And let thy light in darknesse now appeare 5 And from the waues of Errour draw me out Which long too long haue compast me about Thence with the light of thy resplendent beames Bring me into the way of Truth and Right From thy cleare spring since all my goodnesse streames My God my stay my Sauiour and delight Then whilst alone I doe on Thee depend Let not my hopes be frustrate of their end 6. 7. Did my lifes rule by crooked vices swerue Or Errour did my slipp'ry foot betray Or did my Youth my vainer pleasures serue Yet Thou whose Grace doth thy fierce rage alay Pitie my case and what thou maist deny To my deserts yeeld to thy Clemency 8 Nor Thou the best of Good canst this refuse To giue good things to those who sue to thee And who desire the rightfull way to vse Thou wilt not faile their rule of right to be For Thou who art Truth Equity and Right Dost not as men good will with ill requite 9 Thou milde thy selfe Lord lou'st a modest mind And teachest it how to discerne the iar T'wixt good and ill which pride seeks not to find But whilst there is no concord where they are Thou by a short and safer way the while Art guide to those who haue no gall nor guile 10 Sinne thou abhorr'st yet gracious soone forgett'st Thy promises thou dost as franckly pay And sparingly thy penalties thou sett'st And whilst we not neglect but firmly stay Vpon thy sacred