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The Psalmes of David from the new translation of the Bible turned into meter to be sung after the old tunes used in the churches : unto which are newly added the Lord's prayer, the Creed, the Ten commandments, with some other ancient hymnes.
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King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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neighbours scorne Laugh'd at and with reproaches torne 14. We are a by-word all about The Heathen shake their head flowt 15. I ly confounded with disgrace And shame hath covered my face 16. By reason of their vengfull pride Who Thee blaspheme and me deride 17. All this we beare yet have we not Thy selfe or Covenant forgot 18. Our heart revolting turnes not back Nor do our feet Thy waies forsake 19. Though 'mongst the dragons broken sore And with death's shadow cover'd ore 20. If we our God forgotten have Or unto Idols worship gave 21. Shall not his search the sin impart Who knowes the secrets of each heart 22. Yea for Thy sake so ill we fare We all the day-long killed are Counted as sheep for shambles bred Fit only to be slaughtered 23. Awake O Lord why do'st Thou sleep Still wilt Thou us at distance keep 24. Why hidest Thou Thy face from those Who ly opprest and griev'd by foes 25. Our soule unto the dust is throw'n To earth our belly cleaveth downe 26. Arise our life from ruin take And save us for Thy mercies sake PSAL. XLV 1. MY heart good matter doth indite Which of the King I write And like a ready pen my tongue Frames hir triumphant song 2. Thou fairer art then humane race Thy lips are full of grace Therefore thy God on thee doth powre His blessings endlesse store 3. Gird on thy sword O great in might For Truth and Justice fight 4. That all the world may understand The terrour of Thy hand 5. Thy sharp'ned arrowes wound all those Who dare the King oppose Whereby subdued at Thy call The vanquisht people fall 6. Thy throne O God doth still endure Thy Scepter just and pure 7. Thou righteousnesse do'st value best And wickednesse detest Therefore thy God hath Thee preferr'd And by a love unheard The oyle of gladnesse on Thy head Above Thy fellowes shed 8. Myrrhe Aloës and Cassia's smell Upon Thy garments dwell Out of the Ivory Palaces Provided Thee to please 9. King's daughters were amongst Thy traine Nor to attend disdaine The Queen upon Thy right hand plac'd With gold of Ophir grac'd 10. Hearken O Daughter and give eare Forget thy parents deare 11. The King shall prize thy beauty more Whom as thy Lord adore 12. Rich Tyre with gifts and presents great Thy favour shall entreat 13. Who far above Thy beauties seen All glorious art within 14. Shee in a robe with needles wrought Shall to the King be brought The Virgins which upon hir wait Shall add unto Thy State 15. With joy and gladnesse they resort To enter the Kings Court 16. Thou shalt have sons in Father's stead And many Princes breed 17. In all succeeding times Thy Name Shall mention'd be with fame Whilst the glad people Thy renowne With endlesse praises crowne PSAL. XLVI Sing this as Psalme 51. 1. GOd is our refuge our defence Rests wholly on His providence Which still affords a present aid When greatest troubles us invade 2. Therefore we shall not need to feare Though the fixt earth removed were Or though the hills and mountaines steep Lay buried in the angry Deep 3. Although the roaring waters make The Mountaines with their swelling shake 4. Yet calmer rivers do embrace Gods City His faire dwelling place 5. Whose Tabernacles by His love Are kept that they can never move For He when dangers Hir distresse His early succour shall addresse 6. The Nations rage the Kingdomes are Disturb'd with strife and threats of war But He the tempest can allay And cause the earth to melt away 7. The Lord of Hosts doth us direct Great Iacobs God doth us protect 8. Come see on those our mischeifs wrought What desolations He hath brought 9. He maketh strife and wars to cease And crowns the bleeding earth with peace He breaks the bow and crackes the speare In fire the Chariots burned were 10. Lo this is God whose awfull sway Both earth and Heaven must obey 11. The Lord of Hosts doth us direct Great Iacobs God doth us protect PSAL. XLVII 1. O Clap your hands All earth throughout To God in triumph shout 2. His greatnesse rules the world from high With awfull Majesty 3. He Nations under us subdues And will our portion chuse Which doth in glory far excell The Lot of Israël 5. God is gone up with showting voice And sounding trumpets noyse 6. Unto our God loud praises sing Sing praises to our King 7. To Him whose pow'r the earth doth fill With knowledge sing and skill 8. Who on His sacred throne remaines And ore the Heathen reignes 9. The Princes with the People joyne Sprung out of Abra'm's loyne For all are in His care enroll'd Who highly is extoll'd PSAL. XLVIII 1. GReat is the Lord His praise is great In Salem His blest seat 2. Mount Sion beauteous is for site The spatious earth's delight Upon the sides which Northward rise The Great King's City lies 3. God in hir Palaces alone Is for a refuge know'n 4. For lo the Kings assembled were Hir glories downe to teare 5. They saw with marvail hir defense In trouble hasting thence 6. They were surpriz'd with sudden feare Like pangs which women beare 7. Thou break'st the Ships from Tarshish saile With Thy strong Easterne gale 8. In Salem unto God endear'd We saw what oft we heard The Lord of Hosts will hir defend And stablish to the end 9. Lord in Thy Temple to our thought We have Thy mercies brought 10. O God according to Thy Name So endlesse is Thy fame Thy hand is full of righteousnesse Let Sion joy expresse 11. Let Iudah's daughter gladly sing The judgments of their King 12. Walk round about faire Sions Mount Hir stately Tow'rs recount 13. Hir Bulwarks marke and structures well And to your Children tell 14. For here the Lord our God intends Till time expired ends His favours on This place to breath And guide us unto death PSAL. XLIX As Psalme 51. 1. ALl people of the world give eare 2. Low high rich poore togither heare 3. My mouth of wisedome shall dilate My heart deep knowledge meditate 4. To Parables I will encline Darke sayings on the harp divine 5. Why should my end affrightment feel When sin or death assault my heel 6. Who trust in wealth and riches boast 7. Cannot redeeme a brother lost Or bring back life when fled away Or unto God his ransome pay 8. The soule so pretious is no rate Can it recall or expiate 9. That so he might for ever last And not of earth's corruption tast 10. For he perceiveth that the wise Like to the foole and brutish dies And all the wealth which they have got Must then become anothers lot 11. Yet they suppose their dwelling place Shall last through each succeeding race And to their lands their names bequeath To keep them living after death 12. Man nerethelesse to honour brought Like beasts that perish comes to nought 13. Thus their vaine folly ends yet they Who them survive
flings 14. Behold he travailes great with hate Mischiefe conceaves brings forth deceit 15. He made a ditch and dig'd a Pit And he himselfe is fall'n in it 16. Thus all his practises revert To strike his owne malicious heart His mischiefe shall his own head wound His violence himselfe confound 17. I will the praise of God expresse According to His righteousnesse And in my Songs extoll the fame Of His most high most glorious Name PSAL. VIII 1. LOrd how excelling is Thy Name Through earths extended frame Who hast Thy glory set on high Above the starry sky 2. Thou didst by infant mouthes ordaine Renowne and strength to gaine Whose weaknesse might thy foes confound And the Avenger wound 3. When I consider Heavens state Thy fingers did create The Moone with all the Stars of night To which thy beams gave light 4. O what is Man or all his race Thy favour should him grace 5. Whom made next Angels in renowne Thou wilt with glory crowne 6. Thou under his command hast layd The workes Thy hand had made What in each element doth meet Is subject to his feet 8. All sheep and beasts which range the feild The fowles which aire doth yield The Fishes which their motion keep Within the liquid deep 8. O Lord our Governour whose sway All in the world obey How far excelling is Thy Name Through earths extended frame PSAL. IX Sing this as Psalme 51. 1. I Thee will praise with my whole heart And all thy wond'rous works impart In Songs and Hymns rejoyce will I 2. To blesse Thy Name O Thou most high Mine enemies repulsed all Shall at Thine awfull presence fall 4. Thou hast my righteous cause maintain'd Whose throne wrong judgement never stain'd 5. At Thy rebuke the Heathens fame Destroyed is put out their name O thou malitious enemy 6. Thy loath'd remembrance now must dy And like the Cities thou hast ras'd Thine own Memoriall is defac'd 7. But God for ever shall endure His throne in judgment stablish'd sure 8. The world Hee 'll judge in righteousnesse 9 A Refuge be in times distresse 10. Who know Thy Name in Thee will trust For Thou hast never left the just 11. Praise God who doth in Sion dwell His doings to the people tell 12. When He enquires for Blood the Cry Nere passes from His memory 13 Have mercy on my troubled state O Lord who lift'st me from death's gate 14. That Sion I thy praise may shew Whose joyes from thy Salvation grow 15. Sunke to the Pit the Heathen are Their feet are caught in their own snare 16. The Lord in their revenge is know'n Who by themselves are overthrow'n 17. The wicked shall be turn'd to hell And all who God forgetting fell 18. For on the poore He thinkes alway Nor shall the Needies hope decay 19. Up Lord and let not man prevaile Nor let thy judgements ever faile 20. Put them in feare the Nations then Will know themselves to be but men PSAL. X. Sing this as the Lamentation 1. WHy Lord dost Thou so far abide Thy face in times of trouble hide 2. Proud men the helplesse persecute But let them fall in the pursuit 3. He boasteth in his own desires And wretches whom God hates admires 4. Through pride of heart he God neglects Whom he nor thinkes on nor affects 5. His grievous wayes Thy judgments slight His thoughts do feare no opposite 6. He said I never shall be mov'd Nor by adversity be prov'd 7. His mouth deceit and curses fill Whilst mischiefes from his tongue distill 8. He lurkes to kill the innocent His eyes against the poore are bent 9. He as a Lyon lyes in wait To catch the guiltlesse through deceit 10. With humble shewes he doth assay To make the poore his strong ones prey 11. His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides His face and seeth not 12. O God lift up thy selfe arise And think upon our miseries 13. Why doth his pride and scorn surmount As if that God kept no account Nor will his wicked workes require Or in His judgements pay their hire 14. Lord Thou hast seen his impious spight Whose hand their follies can requite He trusts on Thee whom woes oppresse Who still do'st help the fatherlesse 15. Break Thou their wicked arme at length And let them perish by Thy strength 16. Thou canst O Lord Eternall King The Heathen to destruction bring 17. Thou hear'st Thy servants humble plaint Prepar'st their heart art swift to grant 18. To judge the poore and fatherlesse That men of earth no more oppresse PSAL. XI 1. IN God I put my trust How then Do yee reproachfull men Say To the mountaines flie my soule Like to the chased fowle 2. For lo the wicked bend their bow Their deadly shafts to throw That privily in darknesse they Th' upright in heart may slay 3. If the foundations perish so What can the righteous do 4. But in His Temple God resides Whose throne in Heaven abides He all beholds with searching eye The Sons of men to try The Lord His righteous servants proves Hates him oppression loves He snares with fire and brimstone showres Upon the wicked powres Black tempests are by Him rais'd up The portion of their cup. 7. For the just God doth those respect Who righteousnes affect His countenance and favour bright Beholdeth the upright PSAL XII 1. HElpe Lord for godly men decrease Goodnesse on earth doth cease And like all other Mortals fraile The faithfull Persons faile 2. Each to his neighbour vainly speakes And to deceive him seekes With fratt'ring Lips and double hearts They use deceitfull arts 3. God shall cut off their guile-full tongues Puft up with pride and wrongs 4. Who say Our words their ends shall gaine What Lord can us restraine 5. But for th' oppressions of the poore Whose sighes their want deplore Now saith the Lord will I arise To ease their miseries 6. The words which from the Lord we heare Are pure and most sincere As Silver in the fornace try'd And sev'n times purifi'd 7. Thou shalt O Lord keep Thine Elect And from this race protect 8. The wicked live esteem'd and prais'd When vilest men are rais'd PSAL. XIII 1. HOw long Lord Wilt thou me forget Who am with woes beset Shall I still languish in disgrace Whil'st Thou dost hide thy Face 2. How long shall I without reliefe Take counsaile of my griefe How long wilt Thou my soule expose To hir insulting foes 3. Consider Lord my Prayer heare When I my hands up-reare Lighten mine eyes ere losse of breath Cause me to sleep in death 4. Lest that mine enemy prevaile Triumphing when I faile And those that trouble me be glad When they behold me sad 5. But in thy Mercy Lord and Grace My constant trust I place My glad heart shall rejoyce alone In thy salvation 6. I will my gratefull Anthems sing Unto the Heavenly King Who with such bountifull regard His servants doth reward PSAL. XIV Sing this as Psalme