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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12318	Psalmes, or songs of Sion turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange land. By W.S. Intended for Christmas carols, and fitted for divers of the most noted and common, but solemne tunes, every where in this land familiarly used and knowne.	Slatyer, William, 1587-1647.	1631 (1631)	STC 22635; ESTC S113750	20,325	64

I goe Whiles my foe oppresseth me O send out in brightnesse For my soules uprightnesse And to guide me in the way Thy lights beames reflecting And thy truth directing That my steps go not astray To thy holy hill And supernall palace Lord conduct me still By thy truth and grace To thy Temple so God of ioy and solace Thy Courts will I go Even thy holy place On the harpe with glee I 'le give thankes to thee Thou O God my God most deere Why art thou so vext O my soule perplext In so sad and heavie cheere O in God most holy Put thy trust then wholly Vnto him will I give praise That in favour ever Doth to me persever God my hope and helpe alwaies PSALME 47. ALl people clap your hands Sing laud unto the Lord Advance your notes with merry noise And telling tune with ioyfull voice His wonders all abroad For why above all lands The Lord is high and great A terrible and mighty King Angell quires his praises sing In heaven his glorious seat The people under us be subdu'd Vnder our feet the nations rude So the Heathen all He did make and shall Vnder our feet to fall For his owne sake alone And he himselfe an heritage The flowring worship of that age For us now to whose Race his lore he showes And Iacobs glory chose His welbeloved one God he is out of the earth Ascended up on hie Gone in triumphs merry noise And with trumpets royall voice Vp to the starrie skie Sing to our God with mirth Sing praises to our King For God is King of all the earth Sing to him with greatest mirth With understanding sing God doth o're the Heathen raigne God that will his cause maintaine God that sits alone On his holy Throne And is other none Doth heaven and earth behold And how the princes all abroad Are to the people of Abrahams God Ioyn'd who they intend As with a shield defends All th' earth and to that end High only to be extol'd PSALME 63. GReat is the Lord on hie And great his praises still To be advanc't and spread abroad Within the City of our God Vpon his holy hill Mount Sion North doth lie And is a pleasant place Whence ioy of all the lands doth spring The City of the mighty King Doth so this mountaine grace In whose pallaces is showne God for a refuge surely knowne For lo the King each one Gathered and to get her gone Were astonied as thereon They gaze with wondring muse Suddenly driven backe they were Feare came upon them and sorrow there As on a woman in Travell and destroyed they bin Like the ships of Tharsis when With East windes thou wilt them bruise As we have heard it said So have we seen of old Within the City of the Lord Of hosts the City of our God That ever he will uphold O Lord we wait for aid Amid'st thy holy place According to thy Name thy praise Vnto the worlds end do raise Thy loving kindnesse and grace Thy right hand thy Saints confesse Lord is full of righteousnesse Hence Mount Sions voice And the daughters noise Of Iuda glad reioyce Cause of thy iudgements pure Compasse Sion compasse her walls Tell well her towers and bulwarkes all Marke well her towers that ye May tell posterity God 's our God and e're will be Our guide till death most sure PSALME 52. WHy dost thou boast thy selfe abroad thou tyrant that thou canst do ill The loving kindnesse of our God seene daily it continueth still Deceit and fraud do in thy bosome lurke and as thy lewd heart doth devise Thy tongue is making of despitefull worke like rasor sharpe it cuts with lies Thou euill more than good approu'st more than truth to speake lies and guile All words that may destroy thou lov'st O thou deceitfull tongue and vile Therefore shall God destroy thee plucke and take and root thee quite out of thy tent From the land of the living thee to make go in t ' eternall banishment The righteous shall see this and feare and laugh at him and say behold What is become of this man here that on his riches was so bold Lo he that tooke not God his fortitude but in his malice put his strength And in his riches and their multitude he fell and perisht thus at length But as for me I shall be seene in Gods house alwaies to persever Like to an Olive tree so greene my trust was in his mercies ever So I will alwaies praise thy holy Name for that O Lord thou hast done this I will hope in thy Name because the same before thy Saints so ioyfull is PSALME 57. HAve mercie O my God have mercie strait My soule doth trust in thee and on thee wait In shadow of thy wings my hope is plac't Vntill this tyrannie be over-past I 'le call unto the most high God even he God that performes his promise towards me For he will send from his high heaven save me From their reproofe would swallow deprave me God will send out his mercy and his truth My soule 'mong lions is I lie in ruth 'Mong mens sons that are set on fire their words Their teeth are speares shafts their tongues sharp swords Exalt thy self above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye on all the earth abroad Nets laid they in my way my soule t' oppresse Pits too but fell in their owne wickednesse My heart O God prepared is alwaies My heart 's prepar'd I will sing and give praise Awake my glory Lute and Harpe I 'le take And I my selfe right early will awake I will praise thee O Lord among the nations I 'le sing to thee among all generations Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach Thy truth exceeds and to the clouds doth streach Exalt thy selfe above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye o're all the earth abroad Awake my Violl Lute and Harpe awake To praise the Lord sweet musicke let us make PSALME 60. O God thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cast us out of yore And scattred 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 angry with us fore O turne againe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou hast made The land to tremble and with feare to fade O heale he breache for it fore doth shake The breache thereof that thy hands did make Thou shewest the people heavie things in fine Thou mad'st us drinke a draught of deadly wine But now thou hast advanc't an ensigne knowne A token given to them that are thine owne To them that feare thee and In cause of truth by them to be displaied That thy beloved may be fully freed Helpe with thy right hand heare me at my need God in his holinesse spake reioyce I shall Sechem divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses mine shal be Strength of my head is Ephraim Iuda he My Law-giver Moab my wash-pot nam'd I will cast out my shooc o're Edom fam'd So will I triumph and in this designe Shew thy selfe ioyfull for me Palestine Who will leade

soule it flies unto the Lord. Before the morning-watch betime early before the morning prime The dawning morning-watch I say my soule flies to the Lord to pray O Israel trust in the Lord for with him there is mercy stor'd And plenteous redemption he from all his sins will Israel free From sting of death and feare of hell and paines redeeme his Israel PSALME 137. AS we in Babylon Sate by Euphrates flowry side With sad laments and moane We sold to minde faire Sions pride with Harpe and Lute our Viols mute and instruments we hung on willow tree'n that planted been the rivers there among Then said they that along Vs captives brought in scoffing sort Let 's heare your Hebrew songs And melody to make us sport Alas said we how can that be in strangers land unknowne so far remou'd from Sion lou'd as loathed Babylon Let my right hand forget The warbling harpes harmonious straines Or to my pallat let My parched tongue cleave for my paines If e're I doe thy love forgoe or minding this base earth so farre should erre not to preferre faire Salem in my mirth Remember Edoms sons O Lord on Sion's fatall day How they then all at once With cursed noise did cry and say Now Sion fals downe goe her wals why doe we stand at gaze her turrets round throw downe to ground her stately bulwarkes raze O daughter Babylon Wasted with misery in fine Time shall be when shall none Pitie thee that not pitied'st mine Blest then we shall th' Avenger call that scorning mothers moanes shall dash the braines of infants slaine against the ●uthlesse stones PSALME 150. PRaise ye the Lord ye Saints Within his Sanctuary Praise him in firmament Of power that doth not vary In Temple faire Of holinesse And righteousnesse His praise declare Praise him according to His greatnesse excellence And noble acts that show His rare magnificence Praise him with Flute And merry noise Of Trumpets voice And Harpe and Lute Praise him with Cimbals sound Dances and Madrigals With Musiques sweetest ground Organs and Virginals With Cimbals shrill Let Viols sweet And Psalt'ry meet To praise him still His laud let ay most rise Well tuned Cimbals sound With Timbrels Strings and Pipe His praises most renown'd Let every thing Doth life afford And breath the Lord His praises sing FINIS IF any well affected Gentleman shall bee desirous to sing the Hebrew Greeke or Latine Psalmes to these tunes or the tunes of the Church to his Lute or other Musique there are manie or most of the Psalmes so fitted and for a taste of them these in Greeke and Latine here presented the Hebrew to it and all the rest being readie if opportunitie were to bee offered to publicke view 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 1. Latinè BEcatus vir non ambulans confiliis impiorum Non viá stans nec discubans in sede derisorum Sed Lege Dei meditarus interdiu noctuque Est ejus Lege jocundatus quasi victu vestituque Et erit arbor ceu plantata aquarum juxta rivos Fructus quae feret Deo grata dulceis tempestivos Non comae folia defloruerint sed aget cuncta prosperè Non impii sic ceu gluma fuerint quam rapiet ventus propere Non in Iudicio nec Sanctorum in coetu impius stabit Quia viam novit Iah justorum impiorum reprobabit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 128. Latine BEatus O beatus ter qui Dominum timebis Vitam hiis viis suaviter incedens obtinebis Dulceis laborum comedes vivens vidensque fructus Spectabilis foelix es mors te nec tanget luctus Ceu vitis uxor contegens domus tuae parietes Erit ut oliva ambiens mensam tua progenies Sic prosperare faciet virum qui timet Deum Atque è Sione proreget scuto salutis cum Faelicitatem supra salem videas ac donec vives Natos natorum sicut pacem Israelis inter cives 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 137. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 137. Latinè AD flumina Babylonis ac Maesti olim sedimus Dum sanctae nos Syonis recordaremur flevimus Suspendimus salicibus in ripis organa Cum Citharis dulciloquis plectraque Eburnea Illic interrogabant qui nos captivos detulissent Et cantica rogabant qui nosmet eò abduxissent Quid rei vobis cantate nobis de canticis Syonis Dicturi flemus quid hic canemus in terra Babylonis Mea dextra pereat si tui oblitus fuero O Salem lingua haereat fauci in tui meminero Si nobilem Ierusalem velut in principio Summae meae laeticiae non proposuero Memento filiorum Edom O Deus in die Salem Qui in eam hanc stultorum vocem eboarunt infernalem Dum clamaverunt dixerunt destruite munimenta Exinanite exinanite diruite fundamenta Heu filia Babylonis Misella sed beatus ille Qui lege Talionis ret ribuet tibi probra mille Beatus ille qui Misellae ad petram nuper satos Allidet captos matris rapto● è sinu parvos natos FINIS These Psalms following were left out being doubly translated and some others PSALME 6. O Lord doe not rebuke me in Thy wrathfull indignation Chastize me not in due to sin Displeasures aggravation Have mercy on me Lord for I Am weake and plung'd in misery Lord helpe me for my bones are vext My soule is also troubled sore But Lord how long wilt thou explore My faults and punish me perplext Lord turne to thy wonted grace Save and deliver me My soule flies pity her poore case For mercies sake to thee For why in death no man we find Remembreth thee or who shall mind To giue thee praises in the pit But weary of my groanes and feares Each night wash I my bed with teares My couch with teares I water it For very griefe and foes withall My beauties flowre doth fade Thence worne away hence from me all In vanity is whose trade The Lord the voice of my sad teares The voice of my petition heares My praiers he will receive the same Confounded shal be all my foes Sore vext and turned backe and those That wrong me put to sudden shame PSALME 23. MY Sheepheard is th' everliving Lord God So loving that therefore that I nothing can need In pastures faire to make my aboad He leadeth me pleasantly forth for to feed Faire fields sweet flowers beauty excelling Every where seeme to bespangle the way Coole floud● shady bowers pleasure there dwelling Still to encircle my steps where I stray That from the mountaines as downe to the fountaines He led me along by most pleantifull fields To the rivers the water 's of comfort that yeelds So gone out of sadnesse my soule into gladnesse He brought to that happy and heavenly shore Where never should sorrow encompasse me most Yea though in vale of the shadow of death I walked yet he in his