only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
with joy shall lead along Eterniz'd in a Nuptial Song And with renew'd Applauses bring Unto the Palace of the King Thou in thy Royal Fathers place Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race Who over all the Earth shall sway While the cleer Sun directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the World divulge thy Fame PSALM XLVI GOd is our Refuge our strong Tow'r Securing by his Mighty Pow'r When Dangers threaten to devour Thus Arm'd no fears shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shook her Hills into the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billows to the Skies And Mountains shake with horrid noise Clear streams purl from a Crystal Spring Which Gladness to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternal King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her fair Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdoms which our ruin fought He makes destructive War surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universal Peace He breaks their Bows unarms their Quivers The bloody Speer in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbear and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Iacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALM XLVII LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise Who from a bove Dire Lightning flings The King of kings Of all that move who le Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath thrown A fair Possession chose For us that are his Own The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends With Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalms For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reigns Sits on his Holy Throne All whom the Earth sustains Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALM XLVIII THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the City of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Fair Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beauty and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The City of the Mighty King God dwells within her lofty Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruin sought Who armed Troops before her brought At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such fear such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throws At thy command black Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores We what we heard our Fathers tell Have seen who in this City dwell The City of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulness We in thy Temple still profess As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice far renown'd O Sion Iudah's Diadem You Daughters of Ierusalem Unite your Joys and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seen Go walk the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her fair Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remain And us unto our Last sustain PSALM XLIX ALL you who dwell upon the foodful Earth Both Rich and Poor of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdom shall impart And knowledge from the fountain of my heart I unto light dark Parables will bring And to my solemn Harp Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I fear When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws near O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store Who can redeem his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-prais'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streams conceal Or Hills inclose can banish'd Life repeal That he might live unto Eternitie Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrails lye They see the Wise and Fools to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their name But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vain course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just. Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soul redeem and to his Joys prefer Despair not when a man grows Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soul descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their own Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerful Light Man high in honour whose ignoble breast No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALM L. THe God of gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heav'n and conscious Earth to witness call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thund'ring Skie shall make his Justice known When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People hear Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steer Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that year For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountains feed â— know all Fowl which Hill or Valleys yield And number all the Cattel of the Field Will I if hungry unto Thee complain When all is Mine which Sea and Land contain Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou think That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drink A thankful heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vows to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soul from Death and thou my Name shall praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explain My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word
thy Saints displease For then what were it to be just or good My Soul this secret never understood Till I into thy Sanctuary came And there beheld their Honour end in Shame Thou hast on slippery hights their greatness plac'd Down Head-long from their Noon of glory cast How are they unto Desolation brought Consumed in the moment of a thought Such as a pleasant dream when Sleep forsakes Our flattered sense so when thy Wrath awakes Thou in thy dreadful fury shalt destroy Their empty and Imaginary joy These former thoughts did my weak Soul molest So ignorant so vain so like a beast Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand Thou held'st me up by thy Almighty hand Thou by thy counsel shalt direct my waies And after to eternal Glory raise For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above Or what on Earth can my Affections move My Thoughts and Flesh are frail yet Lord thou art My Portion and the Vigour of my Heart Who thee abandon shall to Death descend And they whose knees to cursed Idols bend I as my duty will to God repair On Him rely and his great Acts declare PSALM LXXIV LOrd why hast Thou abandoned O why for ever shall thine Ire Consume like a devouring Fire The Sheep which in thy pastures fed O think of those who were thy own By Thee of old from bondage brought Th' Inheritance which thou hast bought And Sion thy affected Throne Come O come quickly and survey What spoil the barbarous Foe hath made Lo all in heaps of ruins laid Thy Temple their accursed prey Like Lions with sharp Famine whet They in thy Sanctuary roar All purple in thy Peoples gore And there their conquering Ensigns set It was esteem'd a great renown With Ax to square the Mountain Okes Now they demolish with their strokes And hew the carved Fabrick down Who lo with all-infolding flame The beauty of the Earth devour Profanely prostrate on the floor That Temple sacred to thy Name Now said they with a sudden hand Give we a general End to all By Fire the holy structures fall Through this depopulated Land No Miracles amaze our Foes There are no Prophets to divine That might our miseries decline None know the period of our woes Ah! how long shall our Enemies Exult and glory in our shame How long shall they Blaspheme thy Name Great God and thy slow Wrath despise Thy hand out of thy Bosome draw Nor longer thy Revenge with-hold My God thou wast our King The old Amazed World thy Wonders saw Thou struck'st the Erythaean waves When Seas from Seas in tumult fled Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head And mad'st the joyning Floods their Graves That great Leviathan of Nile To Beasts and Serpents which possess The dry and foodless Wilderness By Thee delivered for a Spoil Thou clav'st the Rock from whose green wound The thirst expelling Fountain brake Thou mad'st the heady Streams forsake Their Chanels and become dry ground The cheerful Day Night cloth'd in shade The Moon and radient Sun are Thine Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine Summer and Winter by Thee made Great God of gods forget not those Who Thee reproachfully despise Remember Lord the Blasphemies Cast on thee by our frantick Foes O! to the wicked Multitude Surrender not thy Turtle-dove Nor from thy tender care remove The Poor by powerful Wrong pursu'd Thy Cov'nant bound by Oath maintain For Darkness over-spreads the Face Of all the Land in every place Destruction Rape and Slaughter reign Let not th' opprest return with shame But crown thee with deserv'd applause O patronize thy proper Cause Remember Fools revile thy Name O let their Sorrows never cease Who blast Thee with their Calumnies The tumults of their Pride who rise Against Thee every day increase PSALM LXXV THy Praises O eternal King Our Souls in sacred Verse will sing The wonders of thy Works declare Thy Presence in thy Power and Care When I shall wear the Hebrew Crown High Justice shall my Reign renown The Land with weak'ning Discord rent The People without Government Faint and dissolve Her Pillars I Support her Breaches fortifie Proud Man I said renounce thy Pride Thou Fool thy Folly cast aside Do not so high your Horns erect Nor bellow as with yoak uncheckt Preferment from the Orient Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent Nor Desert comes God guides our Fates He raiseth and He ruinates A cup of red and mingled Wine He poureth out to me and mine But every Rebel in the Land Shall drink the Dregs squeez'd by his Hand His noble Acts I will relate The God of Iacob celebrate Suppress the Wicked and their wayes The Just to Wealth and Honour raise PSALM LXXVI GOd in Iudah is renown'd Salem with his Temple crown'd He in sacred Sion dwells Israel his wonders tells He their flying Ensigns tears Shivers the Assyrian Spears He their Swords Shields Arrows broke Kill'd subdu'd without a stroke Thou more excellent than they That on Iuries Mountains prey Who the Great in battel foil'd Of their lives and honours spoil'd Not the Mighty could withstand Nor so much as find a hand Princes by thy only Breath With the Vulgar sleep in Death Terrible unto thy Foes O who can thy Wrath oppose When as they thy Thunder hear Mortals stand amaz'd and fear When from thy eternal Rest Thou descend'st to save th' Opprest Malice but it self betrayes And converts into thy praise Future rage thou shalt restrain Making their indeavours vain Iacobs Seed with one accord Pay your Vows unto the Lord. Holy Levites Offerings bring Of his glorious Conquest sing He who Princes overthrows O how fearful to his Foes PSALM LXXVII TO God I cry'd He heard my cries Again when plung'd in miseries Renew'd with raised hands and eyes My festred wounds ran all the Night No comfort could my Soul invite To relish long out-worn delight I call'd upon the Ever-blest And yet my troubles still increast Almost to Death by sorrow prest Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake Words fail my grief sighs only spake Which from my panting bosome brake Then did my Memory unfold The wonders which thou wrought'st of old By our admiring Fathers told The Songs which in the Night I sung When deeply by affliction stung These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue Wilt thou for ever Lord forsake Nor pity on th' afflicted take O shall thy mercy never wake Wilt thou thy promise falsifie Must I in thy displeasure die Shall Grace before thy Fury flie This said I thus my Passions checkt His changes on their ends reflect To punish and restore th' Elect. His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance I will tell What in our Fathers days befell His counsels from our reach are set Hid in his sacred Cabinet What God like ours so Good so Great Who wonders can effect alone His Peoples great Redemption To Iacob's Seed and Ioseph's known The yielding Floods confess thy Might The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight And
Thou our defence secure beneath thy Wing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroe powr'd my Sacred Oyl To guide my People and preserve from spoil â— will support him with my powerful Arm No â—oe shall tribute force nor Treason harm His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soul by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemency shall crown his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He â—rom the Billows of the Tyrian Main To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reign Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall â—e Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reign his Throne shall last While days have light and nights their shadows cast If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heir To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usual Race should through the Zodiack run While Men the Moon and radiant Stars should see The faithful witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy own Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworn Thou from his Brows his Diadem hast torn Cast down the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks levell'd with the ground Whom now his Neighbours scorn a common prey And spoil to all that travail by the way Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes Who now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharp Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrink in fervour of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renown In ruins buried and his Throne cast down His Youth consumed with untimely Age Mark'd out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourn Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burn O call to mind the shortness of my daies That dream of Man which like a Flow'r decays Who lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemn Oath Remember the Reproaches I have born Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorn Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soul praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fourth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XC O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aâ—ry Mountains had their birth Or Fabrick of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But frail man daily dying must At thy Command return to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand years are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by thy Torrent swept from hence An empty Dream which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sins although by Night conceal'd By shame and fear are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our years we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sickness strive Cut off with winged hast Who knows the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadful anger hath Proportion'd his due fear Teach us to number our frail Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sin forbear Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknown comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearful beams reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Bless our attempts with aid divine And by thy Hand direct PSALM XCI WHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of War or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers train The tainted airs infectious breath His Truth in perils shall sustain And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrows slay Nor Pestilence devour by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sink on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft â—â—nce God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vows direct No evil shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roof-infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Lest thou at any time shouldst slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basilisk shalt tread The Mountain Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix'd his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soul from danger free And from the reach of Envy raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALM XCII THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankful hearts and joyful tongues To renown thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Stars arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firm faith in grateful Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemn Harp begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy Works my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds Who thy Wonders can express All thy Thoughts are fathomless Hid from Men in Knowledge blind Hid from Fools to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in May Parch'd with Heat and nipt with Frost Soon shall fade for ever lost Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horn Like a youthful Unicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly hear of their retreat But the Just like Palms shall flourish Which the Plains of Iudah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court
Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equity directs These celestial Twins imbrace These reflect on Iacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stool fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Prayers preferr'd These by him as soon were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almighty spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions hear Merciful and yet severe The Holy on his Holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALM C. ALL from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestial Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals press In your divine resorts With Thanks his Power profess And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His Promise past For ever sure PSALM CI. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdom shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roof infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Virtue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peaceful Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithful shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Virtue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the Wicked in the Land Will cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods City stand PSALM CII ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Afflictions stop thine Ear Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appear The Sighings of my Spirit hear And when I call with speed reply As Smoak so fleets my Soul away My marrow dry'd as Hearths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eat The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not less desolate Like Screech-Owls who with ominous strains Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complains Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruin swear For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a tear For Lord O who thy Wrath can bear Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Dayes short as the Evening shade As Morning dew consume away As Gâ—ass cut down with Sithes I fade Or like a flower crop'd yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time draws near And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings rear Whose ruins to thy Saints are dear For they her Dust as sacred prise Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to hear the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternal Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rful Hand shall fear the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To hear the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name again in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my years Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in tears Time wasts not thee which all out-wears Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes pass away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remain You blessed Souls who God adore With Patient Hope your harms sustain For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALM CIII MY Soul and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soul O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the Wounds which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd With Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his Wrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemency To all who on his Grace rely As far as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So far he sets from his Aspect Their Guilt who him with fear affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knows the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Original Man flourisheth like Grass a Flower That blows and withers in an hour By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflower'd and leaves no print behind But his firm Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equal Laws fulfill Remember and perform his Will In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed Who him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All whom his Wisdom did create Through his large Empire celebrate His glorious Name with sweet accord Joyn thou my Soul to praise the Lord. PSALM CIV MY ravish'd Soul great God thy praises sings Whom Glory circles with her radiant Wings And Majesty invests then Day more bright Cloth'd with the beams of new-created Light He like an all-infolding Canopy Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie And in the Air-imbraced Waters set The Basis of his hanging Cabinet Who on the Clouds as on a Chariot rides And with a reign the flying Tempest guides Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Flood In whose calm bosome unseen Mountains stood At his rebuke it shrunk with
record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALM CVIII MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the World rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O hear us who thy aid implore And with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Sâ—â—coths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battail bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold â— will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe When Death and Horrour most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For O the help of Man is vain Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown PSALM CIX MY God my Glory leave not in Distress Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress They who delight in subtilties and wrongs Afflict me with the poison of their tongues With Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turns with evil proudly recompence And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repair And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer Subject him to a Tyrants stern command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime May he by violence untimely dye And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vain His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread Let griping Usurers divide his spoil And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrown Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till he out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his own head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest And like a fatal Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boil And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies Who seek to blast me with malicious lies But Lord in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poor with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every wind My feeble Knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproach hath seiz'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerful Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless And pine with envy at my good success Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALM CX THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Sion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day With their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew Which hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did break Of th' order of Melchisedeck That thou a Priest should'st raign Even while the Sun disperst his Light While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night Or Stars their course maintain God in that Day at thy right hand Their Blood who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill Who over many Nations sway And only their own Wills obey Shall sink beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage PSALM CXI MY Soul the honour of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath shown With joy by their admirers known His glorious deeds all praise transcend His equal Justice knows no end Left in eternal Monuments Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who fear his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Laws and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His fear is the Original Of Wisdom and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never dye PSALM CXII Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who fears the Lord And cheerfully obeys his Word His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endless honour crown'd To him in darkness light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poor provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him down No time deface his just renown Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearless fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th' unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grinde And languish with the grief of minde Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALM CXIII Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening