all the Earth shall sway VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the world divulge thy Fame PSALME XLVI CANT BASS GOd is our Refuge our strong Tower Securing by his mightie Power VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure Thus arm'd no feares shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shooke her Hills into to the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies And Mountaines shake with horrid noise Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring Which gladnesse to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternall King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her faire 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 Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes which our ruine sought He makes destructive Warre surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universall Peace He breaks their Bowes unarmes their Quivers The bloody Speare in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbeare 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 Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALME XLVII CANT BASS LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise VVho From above Dire Lightning flings The King of Kings Of all that move VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne A faire Possession chose For us that are his Owne The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends VVith Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalmes For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reignes Sits on his holy Throne All whom the Earth sustaines Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALME XLVIII As the 8. THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the Citie of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beautie and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The Citie of the Mightie King God dwels within her loftie Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruine sought Who armed Troupes before her brought Part. 2 At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such feare such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throwes At thy command blacke Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores VVe what we heard our Fathers tell Have seene who in this Citie dwell The Citie of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd O Sion Judah's Diadem You Daughters of Jerusalem Unite your Joyes and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seene Goe walke the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her faire Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remaine And us unto our Last sustaine PSALME XLIX As the 1. ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth Both Rich and Poore of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart I unto light darke Parables will bring And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I feare When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws neare O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streames conceale Or Hils inclose can banisht Life repeale That he might live unto Eternity Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye They see the Wise and Fooles to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their Name Part 2 But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vaine 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 Soule redeeme and to his Joyes preferre Despaire not when a man growes Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their owne Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light Man high in honour whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALME L. As the 1. 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 Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People heare 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 Steere Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed I know all Fowle which Hils or Valleys yield And number all the Cattell of the Field Part. 2 Will I if hungry unto Thee complaine When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou thinke That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soule from Death and thou my Name shalt praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explaine My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou
thy Lawes affect Shine on my Soule thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed showres of teares when men thy Lawes despise TSADDI Part. 18 As Thou thy Selfe so all thy Lawes are just Faithfull to those who in thy Promise trust Zeale hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Lawes which I in heart affect Those to observe though meane and scorn'd intend Truth crownes thy Word thy Justice without end These in my griefe and trouble comfort give Informe with Knowledge that my Soule may live COPH. Part. 19 O heare my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eies out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morne in due Devotion spent Heare and revive thy Justice execute On lawlesse men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternall Bases stand RESCH. Part. 20 Behold my sorrowes patronize my cause Thy Word performe to him that keepes thy Lawes Death shall devoure who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreames I have thy VVill observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Lawes thy Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knowes no end SCHIN Part. 21 Tyrants oppresse thy VVord restraines my Minde VVherein I joy like those who Treasure finde Fraud I abhorre inamour'd on thy VVaies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise VVho love thy Lawes sweet Peace and Safetie blesse In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgresse Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Part. 22 Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeeme since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extoll and Lawes with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy straid Sheepe backe to thy Pasture bring PSALME CXX As the 5. DIstrest and in my minde dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successefully I prai'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep't in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischiefe shall to thee befall Like Arrowes shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou ô thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion growes PSALME CXXI As the 15. TO the Hils thine Eies erect Helpe from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchfull Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keepes Never slumbers never sleepes He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beames reflect Nor unwholsome Serene shall From the Moones moyst influence fall When thou travel'st on the way VVhen at home thou spend'st the Day VVhen sweet Peace thy life delights VVhen imbroil'd in bloudie Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALME CXXII As the cxi O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Jerusalem our Feet shall tread VVithin thy VValls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Judah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortall Praises sing There shall he his Tribunall place The Judgement-seat of Davids Race Your joyes shall with your daies increase VVho love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy VValls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never VVarre thy Bulwarkes shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALME CXXIII As the 34. THou mover of the rolling Spheares I through the Glasses of my Teares To Thee my Eies erect As Servants marke their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fixe our Eies On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turne our teares to joy O save us Lord by all forlorne The subject of contempt and scorne Defend us from their pride VVho live in fluency and ease VVho with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALME CXXIV As the 72. BVT that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day VVhen men inflam'd with wrath against us rose VVe had alive beene swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunke beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrailes found our graves Then had their violence like torrents powr'd From melting Hils our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our bloud To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Soules like Birds have scap't the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our onely confidence is in his Name VVho made the Earth and Heavens immortall frame PSALME CXXV As the 9. THey who the Lord their Fortresse make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise VVhich dreadfull Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hils of Solyma Divine Jerusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despaire They should the Lawes of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crowne thy Israel with Peace PSALME CXXVI As the cxi VVHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dreame who were Distracted betweene Hope and Feare Then sacred Joy fill'd every Brest In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or showres which fall on thirsty land VVho sow in Teares shall reape in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soile retire The scope and crowne of our desire PSALME CXXVII As the 7. VNlesse the Lord the house sustaine They build in vaine In vaine they watch unlesse the Lord The City guard In vaine you rise before the Light And breake the slumbers of the Night In vaine the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unlesse the Lord with good successe Your labours blesse For he all good on
Weake Now in the change of Fortune faint and breake Into offences aggravate thy harmes Forsake thy strength and cast away thy armes Is this thy Piety thy Confidence Thy hope and Life untainted with offence Consult with former Ages Have they knowne The guiltlesse perish or the Iust ore ' throwne But those who plow with vice and mischiefe throw Into the furrowes reape the Seed they sow God shall destroy them with his Nostrils breath And send them weeping to the caves of Death For he the raging Lyonesse confounds The roaring Lyon with his javelin wounds Scatters their Whelps their grinders breakes so they With the old Hunter starve for want of Prey Now when the Night her sable wings had spred And sleepe his Deaw on pensive Mortals shed When Visions in their aiery shapes appeare A Voice not humane whispered in mine eare My knees each other struck the frighted blood Fled to my heart my haire like bristles stood An Angel then appear'd before my sight Yet could no shape discerne so great a light He threw about him forthwith silence brake And thus to me intranc'd with wonder spake Shall mortall Man that is but borne to die Compare in Iustice and Integritie With him who made him he who must descend Againe to Earth and in Corruption end His Angels were imperfect in his sight Although indu'd with Intellectuall Light Whom he accus'd of folly much more they Who dwell in houses built of brittle clay Which have their weake foundations in the dust The food of wormes and Times devouring Rust They to the Evening from the Sunnes uprise Are exercis'd with change of Miseries Then unregarded set in endlesse Night Nor ever shall review the Morning light Thus all their Glories vanish with their breath They and their Wisedomes vanquished by Death Chap. 5 Now try what Patron can thy cause defend What Saint wilt thou solicite or what Friend The Storme of his owne rage the foole confounds And Envies rankling sting th' imprudent wounds Oft have I seene him like a Cedar spread His ample Roote and his ambitious Head With Clouds invest then to th' amaze of all Plow up the Earth with his prodigious fall His wandring Orphans finde no safe retreat But friendlesse suffer at the Iudgement-Seat The greedy eate the harvest of their toile Snatcht from the scratching thornes to theives a spoile Though Sorrow spring not from the wombe of Earth Nor troubles from the Dust derive their Birth Yet man is borne to numerous Miseries As dying Sparks from trembling flames arise Should I the burthen of thy face sustaine I would not justifie myselfe in vaine But at his feet my humble Soule deject With prayers and teares who wonders can effect As infinite as great and farre above That Spheare wherein our low Conceptions move He waters from celestiall Casements powers Which fall upon the furrowed Earth in showers To comfort those who mourne in want and give The famisht food that they may eate and Live The Counsels of the Subtill he prevents And by his wisedome frustrates their Intents Intangles in the Snares themselves contrive Who desperately to their owne Ruine drive They meete with Darknesse in the clearest Light And grope at Noone as if involv'd with Night Licentious Swords Oppression arm'd with power Nor Envies jawes the Righteous shall devoure They ever hope though exercis'd with care The wicked silen'st by their owne despaire Happy is he whom Gods owne hands chastise Since so let none his Chastisements despise For he both hurts and heales binds up againe The wounds he made and mittigates their paine In sixe afflictions will thy refuge be And from the seventh and last shall set thee free From meager Famines bloodlesse Massacrees And from the cruell thirst of horrid Warres Preserved from the scourge of poysonous tongues The sting of Malice and insulting Wrongs Thou shalt in safetie smile when all the Earth Shall suffer by the rage of Warre and Death The Midian Tyger The Arabian Beare Nor Idumaean Lion shalt thou feare They all their native fiercenesse shall decline And senselesse Stones shall in thy aide combine Thy Tents shall flourish in the Joyes of Peace The wealth and Honour of thy House increase Thy Children and their off-spring shall abound Like blades of grasse that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of Dayes like waighty shocks of Corne In season reapt shall to thy grave be borne This truth by long experience learnt apply Chap. 6 To thy Disease and on the cure relye Then Iob Oh were my sufferings duly waigh'd Were they together in one Balance laid The Sands whereon the rowling Billowes roare Were lesse in waight and not in number more My words are swallowed in these Deaths of woes While Stormes of sighes my silent griefe disclose Gods Arrowes on my breast descend in showers There stick and poyson all my vitall powers 'T is he who armes against a Mortall beares Subdues my strength and chils my heart with feares Doe hungry Asses in fresh pastures bray Or Oxen low before full cribs of hay Oh can unseas'ned cates the guest invite What taste is in an Eggs unsavory white My lothing soule abhors your bitter food Which sorrow feeds and turnes my teares to blood Oh that the Lord would favour my request And send my Soule to her eternall rest Deliver from this Dungeon which restraines Her liberty and breake Afflictions chaines Then should my Torments finde a sure reliefe And I become insensible of griefe Oh by not sparing cure his wounds who hath Divulg'd thy truth and still preserv'd his faith What strength have I to hope or to what end Should I on such a wasted Life depend Was I by rocks ingendred ribd with steele Such tortures to resist or not to feele No hope no comfort but in Death is left Thus torne with wounds of all my Joyes bereft True Friends who feare their Maker should impart Soft pittie to a sad and broken Heart But Oh the great in vowes and neare in Blood Forsake me like the torrent of a Flood Which in the winding vallies glides away And scarce maintaines the Current of a Day Or stands in solid Ice conceal'd with Snow But when the lowdly-storming South winds blow And mounted Sun invades it with his beames Dissolves and scatters his exhausted Streames Who from the parched fields of Thema came From Shaeba scorched with etheriall Flame In expectation to asswage their thirst Deluded blusht and his dry channels curst So you now cease to be what once you were And view my downfall with the eyes of Feare Have I requir'd your bounty to repaire My ruin'd fortunes was it in my praier That you for me the Mighty would oppose And in a just revenge pursue my foes If I have err'd instruct me tell wherein My tongue shall never justifie a Sin Although a due reproofe informe the Sense Detraction is the Gall of Impudence Why adde you sorrow to a troubled mind Passion must speake her words are but as wind Against
an Orphan you your forces bend And banquet with the afflictions of a friend Accuse not now but judge you from my youth Have knowne and try'de me speake I more then truth Vnveile your Eyes and then I shall appeare The same I am from all aspersions cleare Have I my heart disguised with my tongue Could not my tast distinguish right from wrong The life of Man is a perpetuall warre Chap. 7 In Miserie and Sorrow Circular He a poore mercenary serves for bread For all his travell only cloth'd and fed The Hireling longs to see the Shades ascend That with the tedious Day his toyle might end And he his pay receive but ah in vaine I Monthes consume yet never rest obtaine The Night charmes not my Cares with sleeplesse eyes My Tornients cry When will the Morning rise Why runs the Charriot of the Night so slow The Day-Star finds me tossing to and fro VVormes gnaw my flesh with filth my ulcers run My skin like clods of Earth chapt with the Sunne Like shuttles through the loome so swiftly glide My feathered Howers and all my hopes deride Remember Lord my life is but a wind VVhich passeth by and leaves no print behind Then never shall my Eyes their lids unfold Nor mortall sight my vanisht face behold Not thou to whom our thoughts apparant bee Should'st thou desire could'st him that is not see As clouds resolve to aire so never more Shall gloomy Graves their Dead to Light restore Nor shall they to their sumptuous Roofes returne But lye forgotten as if never borne Then O my Soule while thou hast freedome breake Into Complaints give Sorrow leave to speake Am I a raging Sea or furious VVhale That thou should'st thus confine me with a wall How often when the rising Stars had spread Their golden Flames said I now shall my Bed Refresh my weary limbs and peacefull Sleepe My care and anguish in his Lethe steepe But lo sad Dreames my troubled Braines surprise And gastly Visions wound my staring Eyes So that my yeilding Soule subdude with greife And tortur'd Body to their last reliefe VVould gladly flye and by a violence Lesse painefull take from greater paine the Sense For life is but my curse resume the breath I must restore and fold me up in Death O what is man to whom thou should'st impart So great an Honour as to search his Hart To watch his Steps observe him with thine eye And daily with renew'd afflictions try Still must I suffer wilt thou never leave Nor give a little time for griefe to breath My Soule hath sinn'd how can I expiate Her guilt great Guardian or prevent thy hate VVhy aim'st thou all thy darts at me alone VVho to my selfe am know a Burthen growne VVilt thou not to a broken Heart dispense Thy Balme of mercy and expunge th' offence E're dust returne to dust Then thou no more Shalt see my Face nor I thy Name adore Chap. 8 Thus Iob. Then Bildad of Suita said Vaine Man how long wilt thou thy God up-braid And like the roaring of a furious wind Thus vent the wild distemper of thy mind Can he pervert his Iudgements shall he swerve From his owne Justice and thy Passions serve If he thy Sonnes for their rebellion slew Death was the wages to their merit dew Oh would'st thou seeke unto the Lord betimes With fervent prayer and abstinence from crimes Nor with new follies spot thy Innocence Then would he alwayes watch in thy defence The House that harbor'd so much vertue blesse With fruitfull Peace and crowne thee with successe Then would he centuple thy former store And make thee farre more happy then before Search thou the Records of Antiquitie And on our Ancestors reflect thine Eye For we alas are but of Yesterday Know nothing and like shadowes fleet away Thou in those Mirrors shalt the truth behold VVhose tongues un-erring Oracles unfold Can Bulrushes but by the River grow Can Flags there flourish where no waters flow Yet they when greene when yet untoucht of all That cloth the Spring first hang their heads and fall So double-hearted Hypocrites so they VVho God forget shall in their prime decay Their ayery hopes as brittle as the thin And subtill webs which toyling Spiders spin Their Houses full of wealth and Ryot shall Deceive their trust and crush them in their fall Though like a Cedar by the River fed He to the Sunne his ample Branches spread His Top surrounds with Clouds deepe in the flood Bathes his firme Rootes even of himselfe a VVood And from his heigth a night-like shaddow throw Vpon the Marble Palaces below Yet shall the Axe of Justice hew him downe And levell with the Roote his lofty Crowne No Eye shall his out-raz'd impression view Nor mortall know where such a Glory grew Those seeming goods whereof the wicked vaunt Thus fade while others on their ruines plant God never will the Innocent forsake Nor sinfull Soules to his protection take Cleanse thou thy Heart then in thy ample breast Joy shall triumph and smiles thy cheekes invest He will thy Foes with silent shame confound And their proud structures levell with the ground Chap. 9 This is a truth acknowledg'd Iob replies But Oh what Man is righteous in his Eyes VVho can not-guilty plead before his Throne Or of a thousand Actions answer one God is in wisedome as in power immense VVho ever could contend without offence Offend unpunish't you who Glory most In your owne Strength can you of conquest boast Cloud-touching Mountaines to new seates are borne From their Foundations by his fury torne Th' affrighted Earth in her distemper quakes VVhen his Almighty Hand her Pillars shakes At whose command the Suns swift Horses stay VVhile Mortalls wonder at so long a Day The Moone into her darkned Orbe retires Nor seal'd up Starres extend their golden fires He only He Heavens blew Pavillion spreads And on the Oceans dancing Billowes treads Immane Arcturus weeping Pleiades Orion who with Stormes plowes up the Seas For severall Seasons fram'd and all that rowle Their radiant Flame about the Antartick Pole VVhat wonders are effected by his might Oh how inscrutable how Infinite Though he observe me and be ever by Yet ah Invisible to mortall Eye Can hands of Flesh compell him to restore VVhat he shall take or who dare aske wherefore The great in Pride and Power like Meteors shall If he relent not by his Vengeance fall And Oh shall I a worme my cause defend Or in vaine Argument with God contend I would not were I innocent dispute But humbly to my Judge present my Suite Yet never could my hopes be confident Though God himselfe should to my wish consent VVho with incessant stormes my peace confounds And multiplies my undeserved wounds Nor gives me time to breathe my Stomack fills With food of bitter tast and Lothsome pills Speake I of strength his strength the strong obay If I of Judgement speake who shall a Day Appoint for tryall should I Justifie
They to their sinnes rebellion adde who jest At their Instructors and with God contest Chap. 35 These Arguments thus urg'd the zealous youth Proceeds and aid Art thou inform'd by truth That dar'st preferre thine owne integritie As if more just then he who sits on high And say ô I am innocent in vaine Have to no end preserv'd my life from staine Now give me leave to answer thee and those Who Gods all-guiding Providence oppose O Iob from Heaven to Earth erect thine eyes Behold the vaste extension of the skies The sayling Clouds by Exhalations fed How farre are these advanc'd above thy head Can thy accumulated vices reach Yet higher and his Happinesse impeach What can thy Righteousnesse to him bequeath Can God a Benefit from Man receive Although thy Sinne a Mortall may destroy Thy Justice succour and confirme his joy Those whom too-powerfull Insolence oppresse Weepe-out their eyes and howle in their distresse None cry where is my God! who all our wrongs Will vindicate and turne our sighes to Songs Enobles with an Intellectuall Soule More rationall then beast more wise then fowle None shall the others sufferings regard The eares of Pittie by their vices barr'd For God will not relieve th'unpenitent Nor to the prayer 's of wicked Soules consent Much lesse to his who sayes I never more Shall see his face nor he my Joyes restore Let no such desperate thoughts thy soule infect But calmely suffer and his grace expect In both to blame Though thou his wrath incense Thy punishment is lesse then thy offence Judge you how undiscreetly Iob complaines And by extolling his owne Justice staines Chap. 36 A little longer suffer me while I Proceed in this Divine Apology And from a far-remov'd Originall His Judgements vindicate who made us all No Fucus nor vaine supplement of Art Shall falsifie the Language of my Heart He who is perfect and abhors untruth With heavenly Influence inspires my youth For the Omnipotent is onely wise Nor will the great in Power the weake despise His Hands the poore from violence defend While Sin-defiled Soules to Hell descend Beholds the just with Eyes that ever wake With Princes ranck't whose thrones no Tempests shake Or if their vices cast them to the ground If in the fetters of affliction bound He to their trembling Consciences displayes Their former lives and errours of their wayes Then opens wide the porches of their eares And their long vailed eyes from darknesse cleares That they themselves may see instructions heare Returne from Sin and their Creator feare They shall their happy Dayes in pleasure spend And full of yeares in peace their progresse end But if they disobey the Sword shall shed Their guilty blood and mix them with the Dead For the Deluder hastens his owne fall Nor will in trouble on the Almightie call Who on the Beds of sinne supinely lye They in the Summer of their age shall die God will the penitent to Grace restore Taught by affliction to offend no more So from these fearefull straights would thee have led Inlarg'd thy passage and with marrow fed But thou through wicked Counsels hast rebell'd And therefore justly by his Judgements held O feare his wrath should'st thou be swept away Not Mines of Treasure could thy Ransome pay Cares he for wealth Though Gold on Earth command No Gold or force can free thee from his hand Let not thy desperat soule desire that Night Which from the living takes the last of Light Nor by the guide of sorrow blindly erre And Death before due Chastisements preferre Lo he his truth exalts who so compleat As he in Power whose Knowledge is so great Who can to him prescribe a Path or say Thy Judgements from the tract of Justice stray O rather praise the workes his hands have wrought By all beheld with Admiration fraught His Glory but in part to man appeares Who knowes him or the number of his yeares He the congealed vapors melts againe Extenuated into drops of Raine VVhich on the thirstie Earth in showers distill And all that life possesse with plenty fill VVho can the extension of his Clouds explore Or tell how they in their collisions roare Guilt with the flashes of their horrid light Yet darken all below with their owne Night Judgement and bountie each from hence proceeds With these his Creatures punisheth and feeds With these the Beautie of the Day immures And all the Ornaments of Heaven obscures Forthwith aeriall Tumults wound the Eare Whose heat and cold the Clouds asunder teare Chap. 37 O how they terrifie my panting heart Ready to breake my fivers and depart Hearke how his thunder from their entrailes breakes The voyce of God when he in fury speakes Which roles in globes of pitch below the skies To Earths extent his winged lightning flies Pursu'de by hideous fragors though before The flames descend they in their breaches roare His farre-resounding voyce reports his ire His Indignation flowes in streames of fire O who can apprehend his excellence Whose wonders passe the reach of humane sense He gives the winters Snow her aërie birth And bids her virgin fleeces cloth the Earth Now he her face renew's with fruitfull showres Now Cataracts upon her bosome powres VVhose falling spouts the Hands of Labour tie VVhen Swaines for shelter to their houses flye Yet on their former toyle reflect their care Then salvage Beasts to their darke dennes repaire Loud Tempests from the Cloudie South breake forth And cold out of the Cloud-repelling North. The fields with rigid frost grow stiffe and gray The rivers solid and forget their way Sad clouds with frequent teares themselves impaire And those that shone with lightning fleet to ayre At his obey'd decree returne againe T' afflict the Earth or comfort it with raine Thus Judgement and sweet Mercy which depend Upon his beck to men in Clouds descend This heare ô Job with silence fixed stand Review the wonders of his mighty Hand Know'st thou how God collects the must'red Clouds How in their darknesse he his lightning shrouds How by him ballanc'd in the weightlesse Aire Canst thou the wisedome of his workes declare Or know'st thou how thy Garments warmer grow VVhen dropping Southerne gales begin to blow Wer 't thou then present when his hands displaid The firmament of liquid Chrystall made If so instruct what we to God should say Who in so darke a night have lost our way What can we urge that is to him unknowne Or who contend and not be overthrowne Who on the Sunne can gaze with constant eyes When purging winds from vapors cleare the skies And Northerne gales his shining face unfold Much lesse the Majestie of God behold O how inscrutable his equitie Twins with his Power Will he the Just destroy For this to be ador'd yet cannot find Among the Sonnes of men a prudent mind Chap. 38 Then from a Globe of curling Clouds which brake Into a radiant flame Jehova spake What Mortall thus through ignorance profanes My darkned counsels
in Tranquilitie his old-Age spent Then full of Dayes and deathlesse Honour gave His Soule to God his Body to the Grave A PARAPHRASE VPON THE PSALMES OF DAVID By G. S. Set to new Tunes for private Devotion And a thorow Base for Voice or Instrument BY HENRY LAWES Gentleman of His Majesties Chappell Royall To the King OVR graver Muse from her long Dreame awakes Peneian Groves and Cirrha's Caves forsakes Inspir'd vvith Zeale she climbes th' Aethereall Hils Of Solyma where bleeding Balme distils VVhere Trees of Life unfading Youth assure And Living VVaters all Diseases cure VVhere the Svveet Singer in coelestiall Laies Sung to his solemne Harp Iehovah's Praise From that falne Temple on her vvings she beares Those Heavenly Raptures to your sacred Eares Not that her bare and humble Feet aspire To mount the Threshold of th'harmonious Quire But that at once she might Oblations bring To God and Tribute to a god-like King And since no narrovv Verse such Mysteries Deepe Sense and high Expressions could comprise Her labouring VVings a larger compasse flie And Poesie resolves vvith Poesie Lest she vvho in the Orient clearly rose Should in your Western World obscurely close To the Queene O You vvho like a fruitfull Vine To this our Royall Cedar joyne Since it vvere impious to divide In such a Present Hearts so ty'd Vrania your chast eares invites To these her more sublime Delights Then with your zealous Lover daigne To enter Davids numerous Fane Pure Thoughts his Sacrifices are Sabaean Incense fervent Prayer This holy Fire fell from the Skies The holy VVater from his eyes O should You with your Voice infuse Perfection and create a Muse Though meane our Verse such Excellence At once would ravish Soule and Sense Delight in Heavenly Dwellers move And since they cannot envy Love VVhen they from this our Earthly Spheare Their owne Coelestiall Musick heare To my Noble Friend Mr. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the PSALMES HAd I no Blushes left but were of Those Who Praise in Verse what they Despise in Prose Had I this Vice from Vanity or Youth Yet such a Subject would have taught me Truth Hence it were Banisht where of Flattery There is nor Vse nor Possibility Else thou hadst cause to feare lest some might Raise An Argument against thee from my Praise I therefore know Thou canst expect from me But what I give Historicke Poetry Friendship for more could not a Pardon win Nor thinke I Numbers make a Lie no Sinne. And need I say more then my Thoughts indite Nothing vvere easier then not to write Which now were hard for wheresoere I Raise My thoughts thy severall Paines extort my Praise First that which doth the Pyramids display And in a worke much lastinger then they And more a wonder scornes at large to shew What were Indifferent if True or No Or from its lofty Flight stoope to declare What All men might have known had All bin There But by thy learned Industry and Art To Those who never from their Studies part Doth each Lands Laws Beliefe Beginning show Which of the Natives but the Curious know Teaching the frailty of all Humane things How soone great Kingdoms fall much sooner Kings Prepares our Soules that Chance cannot direct A Machin at us more then we expect We know That Towne is but with Fishers Fraught Where Theseus Govern'd and where Plato Taught That Spring of Knowledge to which Italy Owes all her Arts and her Civility Another SVch is the Verse thou Writist that who reades Thine Can never be content to suffer Mine Such is the Verse I Write that reading Mine I hardly can beleeve I have read Thine And wonder that their Excellence once knowne I nor correct nor yet conceale mine owne Yet though I Danger feare then Censure lesse Nor apprehend a Breach like to a Presse Thy Merits now the second time inflame To sacrifice the Remnant of my Shame Nor yet as first Alone but joyn'd with Those Who make the loftiest Verse seeme humblest Prose Thus did our Master to his Praise desire That Babes should with Philosophers conspire And Infants their Hosanna's should unite With the so Famous Areopagite Perhaps my Stile too is for Praise most fit Those shew their Iudgment least who shew their wit And are suspected least their subtiller Aime Be rather to attaine then to give Fame Perhaps whil'st I my Earth doe interpose Betwixt thy Sunne and Them I may aid those Who have but feebler Eyes and weaker Sight To beare thy Beames and to support thy Light So thy Ecclipse by neighbouring Darkenesse made VVere no injurious but a usefull Shade How e're I finish heere my Muse her Daies Ends in expressing thy deserved Praise VVhose fate in this seemes fortunately cast To have so just an Action for her Last And since there are who have been taught that Death Inspireth Prophecie expelling Breath I hope when these foretell what happie Gaines Posteritie shall reape from these thy Paines Nor yet from these alone but how thy Pen Earth-like shall yearely give new Gifts to Men And Thou fresh Praise and we fresh Good receive For he who Thus can write can never Leave How Time in them shall never force a Breach But they shall alwayes Live and alwaies Teach That the sole likelihood which these present Will from the more rais'd Soules command Assent And the so taught will not Beliefe refuse To the last Accents of a Dying Muse Falkland To my much honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys IT is Sir a Confest Intrusion here That I before your Labours doe appeare VVhich no loud Herald need that may proclaime Or seeke acceptance but the Authors fame Much lesse that should This Happy Worke commend VVhose Subject is its Licence and doth send It to the World to be Receiv'd and Read Farre as the glorious Beames of Truth are spread Nor let it be imagin'd that I looke Only with Customes Eye upon your Booke Or in this service that 't was my intent T'exclude your Person from your Argument I shall professe much of the Love Iowe Doth from the Root of our Extraction grow To which though I can little contribute Yet with a Naturall joy I must impute To our Tribes honour what by You is done VVorthy the Title of a Prelates Sonne And scarcely have Two Brothers farther borne A Fathers Name or with more Value worne Their Owne then Two of you whose Pens and Feet Have made the distant Points of Heav'n to meet Hee by exact discoveries of the West Your Selfe by painfull Travels in the East Some more like you would powerfully Confute Th'Opposers of Priests Mariage by the Fruit. And since 't is knowne for all their Strait-vow'd life They Like the Sexe in any stile but Wife Cause them to change their Cloister for that State Which Keeps men Chast by Vowes legitimate Nor shame to Father their Relations Or under Nephewes Names disguise their Sons This Child of yours borne without spurious blot
place your hopes on high But earthly Mindes false wealth admire And toyle with uncontrol'd desire With cleare aspect Thy beames reflect And heavenly thoughts inspire O let my joy exempt from feares Their joyes transcend when Autumne beares His pleasant wines On clustred vines And graine-replenisht eares Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep In heavenly Deaw my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of safety keep PSALME V. CANT BASS TO heare me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy minde And let my cryes acceptance finde Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-star rise My prayers ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see All sinne-defil'd detested bee Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate Who thirst for blood and weave deceit Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repayre Since infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Feare and Praier My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soule in chase Set thy strait Paths before my face False are their tongues their hearts are hollow Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow Fawne and betray even those they follow With vengeance girt these Rebels round In their owne 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 showers descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who Righteousnesse intend PSALME VI. As the 3. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burniug Ire Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting life expire O heale my bones with anguish ake My pensive heart with sorrow worne How long wilt thou my soule forsake O pitie and at length returne 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 groanes disturbe the peacefull Night My bed washt with my streaming eyes Through griefe growne 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 turne my teares to tides of joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let feare their guiltie soules affright With shame their haughtie lookes confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALME VII CANT BASS O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion-like if none controule They teare my persecuted Soule If I am guiltie 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 Soule 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 dreadfull 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 Part. 2 Judge thou my foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integritie For thou do'st trie The heart and reines the Just defend The malice of the Wicked end God is my shield he helpe imparts To sincere hearts The good protects but menaceth The bad with death Nor will unlesse 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 arrowes shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischiefe travell hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his sinne On his owne head his outrage shall Like ruines fall But I O thou eternall King VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALME VIII CANT BASS LOrd how illustrious is thy Name VVhose Power both Heav'n Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Skie The wonders of thy Power thou hast In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't That so thou might'st thy foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heaven thy fabricke see The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his fraile Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majestie and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hast laid All that on Dales or Mountaines feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the aierie Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame PSALME IX CANT BASS THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Workes 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 powerfull Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The proud are falne the Heathen flie Oblivion shall their names intombe Destruction O thou Enemie Hath now receiv'd a finall doome Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd Their memorie 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 Soules defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Part. 2 Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions knowne Bloud scapes not his revenging hand He vindicates the Poore mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes That I may in the Royall Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoyce They falne into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath displayd The Wicked in their workes insnar'd The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke And all that doe the Lord disdaine But God will on the Needy thinke Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine Lord let not Man prevaile arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Feare their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALME X. CANT BASS VVIthdraw not O my God my guid In time of trouble dost thou hide Thy cheerfull face Who want thy Grace The poore pursue with cruell pride O be they by their owne Inventions overthrowne The wicked boast of their successe The covetous profanely blesse By thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy power confesse Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements farre above their sight Their enemies Scoffe and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatnesse ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischiefe ever prone to ill In secret they Lurke to betray The Innocent in
in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke Yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
The Land by his faire Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seale his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pittie me so worne with cares Despised poore and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toile and straits wherein I live My sinnes so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent growne How are they multipli'd of late VVho hate me with a deadly hate Deliver ô from shame ptotect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve VVho constantly thy ayd expect Redeeme thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALME XXVI As the 4. LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Soules integritie How can I fall VVhen I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reines and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sinne offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In gratefull verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteeme excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwels My life ô close Not up with those VVhose sinne thy Grace expels VVho guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeeme O with thy Grace sustaine My feet now stand upon the plaine Thy Justice I VVill magnifie VVith those who feare thy Name PSALME XXVII As the 10. GOD is my Saviour my cleare light VVho then can my repose affright Or what appeare Worth such a feare My life protected by his Might Vaine hatred vaine their power That would my life devoure These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once in close Of feare I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compasse me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When stormes arise on every side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shocke Hath fixt me on a Rocke Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string Part 2 O heare thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pitty and reply VVhen thus the Lord In sweet accord Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seeke thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turne aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers knowne O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me thy Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Beare Wrath and Death My Soule had sunke beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undanted stand His heavenly Will attend VVho timely aide will send PSALME XXVIII As the 5. MY God my Rocke regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of darke Oblivion lie To my ascending Griefe give eare VVhen I my hands devoutly reare Before thy Mercie-seat with feare VVith wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate VVho speake of Peace but foster hate Such as their workes their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadfull punishment Since they will not thy Choice renowne But hate whom thou intend'st to crowne O build not up but pull them downe He heares his Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on everie side Since all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my teares devoure My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Blesse feed preserve and still advance PSALME XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Glorie give his Power proclame Magnifie and praise his Name VVorship in the Beautie blesse Beautie of his Holinesse From a darke and showring Cloud On the floods that roare aloud Harke his Voice with terrour breakes God our God in Thunder speakes Powerfull in his Voice on high Full of Power and Majestie Loftie Cedars overthrowne Cedars of steepe Libanon Calfe-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthfull Unicorne Lab'ring Clouds with Lightning torne At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for feare Shadie Forrests bare appeare His renowne by everie tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Flouds restraines He a King for ever raignes God his People shall increase Arme with Strength and blesse with Peace PSALME XXX As the 14. MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffered the proud Enemie To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arme did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vowes unto the Lord His perfect Holinesse record Whose Wrath but for a moment stayes His quickning Favour life bestowes Teares may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joyes soone-ending Woes Part. 2 In my Prosperitie I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortify'd Am like a stedfast Mountaine made But when thou hid'st thy cheerfull Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my griefe renew VVhich thus implor'd thy saving Grace VVhat profit can by bloud afford VVhen I shall to the Grave descend Can senselesse Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercie in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dauncing turn'd The Sack-cloth torne wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glorie might proclame Thy Favours in a joyfull Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALME XXXI CANT BASS VVHo trusts in Thee ô let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soule secure Lord lend a willing eare with speed protect
staine In Innocence have cleans'd my hands in vaine That thus with daily punishments am worne And still chastised with the rising Morne Part. 2 If I gave words unto such thoughts as these I should th'assemblies of thy Saints displease For then what were it to be just or good My Soule this secret never understood Till I into thy Sanctuarie came And there beheld their honour end in Shame Thou hast on slippery hights their greatnesse plac'd Downe Head-long from their Noone of glory cast How are they unto Desolation brought Consumed in the moment of a thought Such as a pleasant dreame when Sleepe forsakes Our flattered sense so when thy Wrath awakes Thou in thy dreadfull furie shalt destroy Their emptie and Imaginary joy These former thoughts did my weake Soule molest So ignorant so vaine so like a beast Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand Thou heldst me up by thy Almightie hand Thou by thy counsell shalt direct my waies And after to eternall Glorie raise For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above Or what on Earth can my Affections move My Thoughts and flesh are fraile 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 dutie will to God repaire On Him relie and his great Acts declare PSALME LXXIV As the 14. LORD why hast Thou abandoned O why for ever shall thine Ire Consume like a devouring Fire The Sheepe which in thy pastures fed O thinke of those who were thy owne By Thee of old from bondage brought Th' Inheritance which thou hast bought And Sion thy affected Throne Come O come quickly and survey VVhat spoile the barbarous Foe hath made Lo all in heaps of ruines laid Thy Temple their accursed prey Like Lions with sharpe Famine whet They in thy Sanctuarie roare All purple in thy Peoples gore And there their conquering Ensignes set It was esteem'd a great renowne With Axe to square the Mountaine Okes Now they demolish with their strokes And hew the carved Fabricke downe Who lo with all-infolding flame The beautie of the Earth devoure Profanely prostrate on the floore That Temple sacred to thy Name Now said they with a sudden hand Give we a generall End to all By Fire the holy structures fall Through this depopulated Land Part. 2 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 Erythraean waves VVhen Seas from Seas in tumult fled Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head And mad'st the joyning Flouds their Graves That great Leviathan of Nile To Beasts and Serpents which possesse The drie and foodlesse VVildernesse By Thee delivered for a Spoile Thou clav'st the Rock from whose greene wound The thirst expelling Fountaine brake Thou mad'st the heady Streames forsake Their Chanels and become dry ground Part. 3 The cheerfull Day Night cloth'd in shade The Moon and radiant Sun are Thine Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine Summer and VVinter by Thee made Great God of gods forget not those VVho Thee reprochfully 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 Poore by powerfull VVrong pursu'd Thy Cov'nant bound by Oath maintain For Darknesse over-spreads the Face Of all the Land in every place Destruction Rape and Slaughter reign Let not th' opprest returne with shame But crown thee with deserv'd applause O patronize thy proper Cause Remember Fooles revile thy Name O let their Sorrowes never cease VVho blast Thee with their Calumnies The tumuls of their Pride who rise Against Thee every day increase PSALME LXXV As the 8. THY Praises O eternall King Our Soules in sacred Verse will sing The wonders of thy Works declare Thy Presence in thy Power and Care VVhen I shall weare the Hebrew Crown High Justice shall my Reign renown The Land with weakning Discord rent The People without Government Faint and dissolve Her Pillars I Support her Breaches fortifie Proud Man I said renounce thy Pride Thou Foole thy Folly cast aside Doe not so high your Hornes erect Nor bellow as with yoke 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 VVine He poureth out to me and mine But every Rebell in the Land Shall drink the Dregs squeez'd by his Hand His noble Acts I will relate The God of Jacob celebrate Suppresse the VVicked and their wayes The Just to VVealth and Honour raise PSALME LXXVI As the 29. GOD in Judah is renown'd Salem with his Temple crown'd He in sacred Sion dwels Israel his wonders tels He their flying Ensignes teares Shivers the Assyrian Speares He their Swords Shields Arrowes broke Kill'd subdu'd without a stroke Thou more excellent then they That on Juries Mountains prey VVho the Great in battell foil'd Of their lives and honours spoil'd Not the Mightie could with-stand Nor so much as find a hand Princes by thy onely breath VVith the Vulgar sleep in Death Terrible unto thy Foes O who can thy Wrath oppose When as they thy Thunder heare Mortals stand amaz'd and feare VVhen from thy eternall Rest Thou descend'st to save th' Opprest Malice but it selfe betraies And converts into thy praise Future rage thou shalt restrain Making their indeavours vain Jacobs Seed with one accord Pay your Vowes unto the Lord. Holy Levites Offerings bring Of his glorious Conquest sing He who Princes overthrowes O how fearefull to his Foes PSALME LXXVII As the 5. TO God I cri'd He heard my cries Againe when plung'd in miseries Renew'd with raised hands and eyes My festred wounds ran all the Night No comfort could my Soule 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 faile my griefe sighs onely 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 Part. 2 His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance I will tell What in our Fathers
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 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 Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. 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 VVorld 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 heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups 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 VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee 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 owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore 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 Reproch hath seis'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 powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes 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 feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary blesse And daily pray for your successe God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Soules and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXIX ALEPH. As the 1. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seeke with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law Lord by thy sacred Rule my steps direct Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect Thy Justice learnt my Soule shall sing thy Praise Forsake me not O guide me in thy Waies BETH Part. 2 Young man thy Actions by his Precepts guide From these let not thy zealous Servant slide Thy Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill Those by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold On these I meditate admire there set My Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL Part. 3 O let me live t' observe thy Lawes mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries Me a poore Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire The Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies Blesse and preserve my Soule which these obeies No hate of Princes from thy Law deters My Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH Part. 4 My down-cast Soule as thou hast promis'd raise Thou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy Waies Informe and I thy Wonders will professe O strengthen me that labour in Distresse Shew thy cleare Paths false Errours mist remov'd I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race HE. Part. 5 Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Lawes incline Divert from vaine desires my darknesse cleare Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are upright O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV Part. 6 His Soule protect who on thy VVord relies And silence my reprochfull Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe Will freely walke in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soule imbrace ZAIN Part. 7 Thinke of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All stormes appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Lawes desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH Part. 8 Thou art my Portion I will thee adore They Lawes observe and promis'd Grace implore My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect The Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes such are my Friends Instruct thy Mercie through the World extends TETH Part. 9 Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford Thu Sea of Goodnesse that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes by Afflictions stormes The Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise But I will trust in thy affected Waies Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught JOD Part. 10 Informe me my Creator in thy Lawes That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keepe the Proud who causlesse hate destroy VVho feare and know thy Lawes to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH Part. 11 With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soule expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitcht their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jawes They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Part. 12 Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above Firme as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd Thy Lawes my Life else Griefe my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The VVicked chase my Soule which thee obeies Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decaies MEM. Part. 13 O how I love thy Lawes those exercise By them made wiser then my Enemies More then my Teachers know more then the Old VVith Vertue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Precepts never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-waies I hate by thine become discreet NVN. Part. 14 Thy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way I sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale Accept my offerings and thy Will reveale Although inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule yet have I thee obei'd My comforts my eternall Heritage O may I keepe them till I die for age SAMECH Part. 15 I love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soule nor let me hope in vaine Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud Cast out like Drosse My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN Part. 16 O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose Mine Eyes even faile while I thy aide expect Be mercifull and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more then Gold then Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitfull lies PE. Part. 17 Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soule admires This I with thirsty appetite devoure Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre Compose my steps so shall not sinne subject Nor man oppresse for I
Jerusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALME CXXXVI CANT BASS THe Bountie of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters swaies Thankes to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings Eternall Mercie springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Skie Those Orbs that move so orderly Firme Earth above The Flouds that move Display'd and rais'd the Hils on high For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs Who Sun and Moone inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Starres And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs The first-borne of Aegyptians slew VVhose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerfull hand Th' oppressed sonnes of Jacob drew For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled VVho in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-lesse Deserts led For from the King of Kings Eternall mercy springs VVho numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid VVho Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Vnto their Seed VVho in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs Remembred us in our distresse And freed from those who did oppresse He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel blesse For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXXXVII As the 1. AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funerall teares our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willowes hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Judah unto Babel brought Deride the teares which from our Sorrowes spring And say in scorne A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymnes sing in a forraigne Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heape of stones and to thy selfe a Tomb When I forget thee my deare Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruell pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Downe with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skie That shortly shalt as low in ruines lie O happy O thrice happy they who shall VVith equall cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens braines against the stones And without pity heare their dying grones PSALME CXXXVIII As the 46. MY Soule applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternall Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy VVord above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cri'd VVhen Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awfull Scepters beare VVhen they of thy Performance heare Shall worship thee with reverent feare They shall his Truth and Mercy praise VVho all the World with Justice swaies VVhose VVonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though stormes of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrowes For God his Promise will effect The Faithfull faithfully protect Nor ever his owne Choice reject PSALME CXXXIX As the cxi THou know'st me O thou onely Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Canst my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacitie Transcends so wonderfull so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceale me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou knowne Should I the Mornings wings obtaine And flie beyond th' Hesperian Maine Thy powerfull Arme would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy feare Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darknesse would convert to Light VVhat Clouds can from discovery free VVhat Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine like Daies cleare flame Darknesse and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reines even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Part. 2 Are these thy VVorks to me well-knowne My bones were to thy view displaid VVhen I in secret shades was made VVhen wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou looke My members written in thy Booke Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them farre more Then Sands upon the murmuring shore VVhen I awake thy VVorks againe My thoughts with wonder entertaine The VVicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who bloud with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majestie profane They take thy sacred Name in vaine Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integritie Behold if I from Vertue stray And lead in thy eternall Way PSALME CXL As the 14. LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischiefe fill On bloudy Warre and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poison of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toiles to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently heare thy Suppliant's pray'rs My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helme my head defends Let not the Wicked gaine their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their owne Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coles fall on their heads And quenchlesse flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischiefe salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poore defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALME CXLI As the 22. TO Thee I cry Lord heare my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayres before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a
purchased Both Men and Maides more in my House were bred My Flocks and Heards abundantly increa'st So great as never King before possest Silver and Gold the Treasure of the Seas Of Kings and Provinces foment mine ease Sweet Voices Musicke of all sorts invite My curious Eares and feast with their delight In greater fluencie no Mortall raign'd In height of all my wisedome I retain'd I had the Beauties which my Eyes admir'd Gave to my Heart what ever it desir'd In my owne workes rejoyc'd The recompence Of all my Labours was deriv'd from thence Then I survey'd all that my hands had done My troublesome delights Beneath the Sun VVhat solid good can mans indeavour finde All is but vanitie and griefe of Minde At length I wisedome pond'red in my thought And madnesse weigh'd for folly is distraught VVhat man can my untraced Steps pursue Or doe that Act which to the King is new Then found how wisedome folly did excell As much as brightest Heaven the Shades of Hell The wisemans Eyes are towred in his head The foole in Darknesse walkes by Error led Yet equall Miseries on either waite And both we see obnoxious to one fate Thus in my heart I said The foole and I Suffer alike and must together Dye Why then vexe I my braines to grow more wise Even this was not the least of Vanities Both must be swallowed by Oblivion What is will not to after times be knowne The wise and foolish to the Earth descend And in the grave their various travels end For this I hated Life which only feeds Increasing Sorrowes fruitlesse are our Deeds And wearisome Man no content can find For all is vanitie and griefe of Mind I hated all the Glory I had wonne My State my Structures all my hands had done Fore-seeing how that certaine houre would come When I must leave them Nor yet know to whom VVho can divine if prudent or a foole Yet he must over all my Labours Rule Of all my wisedomes purchaces possest This vanitie was equall with the rest I therefore sought to make my Heart despaire To slight the fraile successe of all my Care What by Integritie and honest toyle A wise man gathers must become his spoile Who only pleas'd his Sence this is a great Vexation and an undiscern'd deceit What hath a Man for all his Industry And griefe of Soule sustain'd beneath the sky All is but sorrow from the Houre of Birth Till he with age returne unto the Earth His Travell paine night yields him no repose This vanitie from our first Parents flowes To eate to drinke t' enjoy what we possesse With freedome is the greatest Happinesse That Mortals can attaine unto A good Deriv'd from God by Men not understood Who feasted more then I who spent his store More liberally or cheer'd his Genius more God wisedome gives gives Knowledge and Delight To those whose hearts are perfect in his sight To Sinners trouble who their time employ To gather what the Righteous shall enjoy By their owne A varice in plenty pin'd This is a vanitie and griefe of Mind Chap. 3 Lo all things have their times by God decreed In Natures changes all things which proceed From Mans Intentions under the vast skie A Time when to be borne a Time to Dye A time to plant to extirpe to Kill to Cure A time to batter downe a time to immure A time of laughter and a time to turne Our smiles to teares a time to dance to mourne To scatter Stones to gather them againe A time to embrace embraces to refraine A Time to get to loose to save to spend To teare asunder and the torne to mend A time to speake from speaking to surcease A time for Love for hate for warre for Peace What good can humane Industry obtaine When all things are so changeable and vaine For God on Man these various Labours throwes To afflict him with varietie of woes He in their times all beautifull hath made The world into our narrow hearts convay'd Yet cannot they the causes apprehend Of his great workes the Originall nor End What other good can Man from these produce But to take pleasure in their present use To eate to drinke t' enjoy what is our owne Is such a gift as God bestowes alone His purpose is Eternall nor can wee Adde or Substract from his Divine Decree That Mortals might their bold Attempts forbeare And curbe their wild affections by his feare What hath beene is what shall be was before And what is past the Almighty will restore Besides the seats of Justice I survay'd There saw how favour and corruption sway'd Then said I in my heart God surely shall Reward the just the unjust to Judgement call All Purposes and Actions have their Times A time for Vengeance to pursue our Crimes As much as sense concernes God manifests To Men how little they dissent from Beasts One end to both befals to equall Death Are lyable and breath the selfe same Breath Then what preheminence hath Man above A Beast since both so Transitory prove Both travell to one home are Earth and must Returne to their Originary Dust Who knowes that Soules of men ascend the sky That those of Beasts with their fraile Bodies dye What Mortall then can make so good a choice As in his owne acquirements to rejoyce This is his Portion for of things to come None can informe him in the Graves darke wombe Chap. 4 Then I observ'd the Bold oppressions done In Presence of the all-survaying Sun Beheld the teares that fell from Sorrowes Eyes No Comforter t' asswage her Miseries With all th' oppressors powerfull Violence While weake Integritie found no defence For this before the Living I prefer'd Those whom the quiet Caves of Death interr'd Before them both such as have yet not beene Nor these diversities of evils seene Againe observ'd how our best Actions bred Ignoble Envie by our Vertue fed Nor friendship could so great a vice controule This was a Vanitie and griefe of Soule The foole sits with his Armes a-crosse his houres In sloth consumes and his owne flesh devoures Better saith he a handfull is obtain'd With happy ease then two by trouble gain'd While I this chace of Vanitie pursue A worse presents her folly to my view Lo one who hath no Second Child nor Heire VVeares out his Life in restlesse toyle and care To gather Riches nor can satisfie VVith all his store the Avarice of his Eye Nor thinks for whom doe I my Soule deceive And injur'd Nature of her Dues bereave This is a sore disease if truly knowne And such a vanitie as yields to none Two better are then one of more regard Their Labour lesse and greater their reward If either fall one will the other raise When he who walkes alone his Life betrayes If two together lye both warmth beget But he who lies alone receives no heat If one prevaile two may that one resist Coards hardly breake which of three lines consist
Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides
Through yielding Seas on fiery Horses rides Part 3 When I thy Threatnings heard my entrails shooke And my unnerved knees each other strooke My lips with panting swell my cheeks grow wan Through all my bones a swift Consumption ran O where may I repose in that sad Day When armed Troups upon my Countrey prey Although the Fig-tree shall no blossomes beare Nor Vines with their pure bloud the pensive cheare Although the Olive no requitall yield Nor Corne apparell the deserted Field Though then our Flocks be ravisht from the Fold And though our Stalls no well-fed Oxen hold Yet will not I despaire but chearfully Expect and in thy knowne Salvation joy For thou my Strength and my Protection art My feet more nimble then the flying Hart Ascend the Hils where I with holy fire VVill sing thy Praises to my solemne Lyre LVKE I. As 〈…〉 MY ravisht soule extols his Name VVho rules the VVorlds admired Frame My Spirit with exalted Voyce In God my Saviour shall rejoyce VVho hath his glorious Beames displayd Vpon a poore and humble Maid Me all succeeding Ages shall The blessed Virgin-Mother call The Great great things for me hath wrought His Sanctity past humane thought His Mercy still reflects on those VVho in his Truth their Trust repose He with his Arme hath Wonders showne The Proud in their owne pride â—re throwne The Mighty from their Thrones dejects The Lowly from the dust erects The Hungry are his welcome Guests The Rich excluded from his Feasts He mindfull of his Promise hath Maintain'd and crowned Israels Faith To Abraham promis'd and decreed For ever to his holy Seed LVKE I. As the 46. Psalme O Praise the Lord his VVonders tell VVhose Mercy shines in Israel At length redeem'd from Sinne and Hell The Crowne of our Salvation Deriv'd from Davids royall Throne He now hath to his People showne This to his Prophets did unfold By all successively foretold Vntill the infant World grew old That he our wrongs would vindicate Save from our foes inveterate hate And raise our long deprest estate To ratifie his ancient Deed His promis'd Grace by oath decreed To Abraham and his faithfull Seed That we might our Preserver praise VValke purely in his perfect wayes And fearelesse serve him all our dayes His path thou shalt prepare sweet Child And run before the Vndefil'd The Prophet of th' Almighty stil'd Our knowledge to informe from whence Salvation springs from penitence And pardon of each foule offence Through mercy O how infinite Of our great God who cleares our sight And from the Orient sheds his Light A leading Starre t'enlighten those VVhom Night and shades of Death inclose VVhich that high Tract to glory showes LUKE II. As the 34. Psalme O Thou who art inthron'd on high In peace now let thy Servant die Whose hope on thee relies For thou whose words and deeds are one At length hast thy Salvation showne To these my ravisht Eyes By thee before thy Hands displaid The Heavens and Earths Foundation laid Vnto the VVorld decree'd A Lampe to give the Gentiles Light A Glory O how infinite To Israels faithfull Seed FINIS Gloria Deo in excelsis DEO OPT. MAX. O Thou who All-things hast of Nothing made Whose Hand the radiant Firmament displai'd With such an undiscerned swiftnesse hurl'd About the stedfast Centre of the World Against whose rapid course the restlesse Sun And wandring Flames in varied Motions run Which Heat Light Life infuse Time Night and Day Distinguish in our Humane Bodies sway That hung'st the solid Earth in fleeting Aire Vein'd with cleare Springs which ambient Seas repaire In Clouds the Mountaines wrap their hoary Heads Luxurious Valleies cloth'd with flowry Meads Her trees yield Fruit and Shade with liberall Breasts All creatures She their common Mother feasts Then Man thy Image mad'st in Dignity In Knowledge and in Beauty like to Thee Plac'd in a Heaven on Earth without his toile The ever-flourishing and fruitfull Soile Vnpurchas'd Food produc'd all Creatures were His Subjects serving more for Love then Feare He knew no Lord but Thee But when he fell From his Obedience all at once rebell And in his Ruine exercise their Might Concurring Elements against him fight Troups of unknowne Diseases Sorrow Age And Death assaile him with successive rage Hell let forth all her Furies none so great As Man to Man Ambition Pride Deceit Wrong arm'd with Power Lust Rapine Slaughter reign'd And flatter'd Vice the name of Vertue gain'd Then Hils beneath the swelling Waters stood And all the Globe of Earth was but one Floud Yet could not cleanse their Guilt the following Race Worse then their Fathers and their Sons more base Their God-like Beauty lost Sins wretched Thrawle No sparke of their Divine Originall Left unextinguisht All inveloped With Darknesse in their bold Transgressions dead When thou didst from the East a Light display which rendred to the World a clearer Day Whose Precepts from Hels jawes our Steps withdraw And whose Example was a living Law Who purg'd us with his Bloud the Way prepar'd To Heaven those long-chain'd-up Doores unbar'd How infinite thy Mercy which exceeds The World thou mad'st as well as our Misdeeds Which greater Reverence then thy Iustice wins And still augments thy Honour by our Sins O who hath tasted of thy Clemency In greater measure or more oft then I My gratefull Verse thy Goodnesse shall display O Thou who went'st along in all my way To Where the Morning with perfumed Wings From the high Mountaines of Panchaea springs To that New-found-out World where sober Night Takes from th' Antipodes her silent flight To those darke Seas where horrid Winter reignes And binds the stubborne Flouds in Icie chaines To Lybian Wasts whose Thirst no showres asswage And where swolne Nilus cooles the Lions rage Thy Wonders in the Deepe have I beheld Yet all by those on Iudah's Hils excell'd There where the Virgins Son his Doctrine taught His Miracles and our Redemption wrought Where I by Thee inspir'd his Praises sung And on his Sepulchre my Offering hung Which way so e're I turne my Face or Feet I see thy Glory and thy Mercy meet Met on the Thracian Shoares when in the strife Of frantick Simoans thou preserv'dst my Life So when Arabian Thieves belaid us round And when by all abandon'd Thee I found That false Sidonian Wolfe whose craft put on A Sheepe soft Fleece and me Bellerephon To Ruine by his cruell Letter sent Thou didst by thy protecting Hand prevent Thou sav'dst me from the bloudy Massacres Of faithlesse Indians from their treacherous Wars From raging Feavers from the sultry breath Of tainted Aire which cloy'd the jawes of Death Preserv'd from swallowing Seas when towring Waves Mixt with the Clouds and opened their deep Graves From barbarous Pirats ransom'd by those taught Successefully with Salian Moores we fought Then brought'st me Home in safety that this Earth Might bury me which fed me from my Birth Blest with a healthfull Age a quiet Mind Content with little to this Worke design'd Which I at length have finisht by thy Aid And now my Vowes have at thy Altar paid Iam tetigi Portum Valete LONDON Printed by Iohn Legatt 1637. Iob. Psalmes Ecclesiastes Canticles not Printed Lamentations The severall Hymns His Travels wherein he relates the History of the Pyramides Athens Greece Sr. Edwin Sandys view of Religion in the Westerne parts Easterne Churches Of Doctrine Of Persons As Antioch Turks Priests Ovids Metamorphosis om mentar Virg. Aen. lib. 1. Panegyrick 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tarantula Virg. Georg. 2.