his when neer'st to death Forsoke me not in my despairfull'st plight 11 Teach me thy waies by whose free grace I liue And guide my steps in the faire path of right That force nor feare wherewith my foes haue striue To draw me from thy way may work their spite 12 Not leaue thou me obnoxious to the lust Of impious men who me of crimes endite And witnesse beare in things that are not iust Arm'd to the proofe with lies the armes of spite 13 Conquer'd at last with waight of pressing ills My minde would faint but hope of thy good grace This comfort to my drooping spirits instills That after anxious toiles ioy shall take place I liuing here with men that draw like aire The blessings of an happy life expect Then take not thou the foile of foule despaire The Lord will giue thee strength and will protect And stay thy fainting soule as props vphold A crased house Then fearlesse stand and bold PSAL. XXVIII VVOrlds King then starry Orbes more high My lifes support sur'st shield to saue Heare mildly my request lest I Be like a corpse brought neere the graue 2 Milde Father to my vowes giue eare When I with teares lift vp my hands To heau'n where wandring lights appeare The Temple where thy glory stands 3 With lewd men be not I enrol'd Nor as their mate Lord doome thou me Whose tongues are made by 'th Sirene mould And minds with poison tainted be 4 Let their reward their lewdnesse show As bad their worke euen be their hire And let them reape as they did sow Paines equall to their lewd desire 5 The wise fore-sight of thy decree Who do'st my head with honour crowne Keepes not their hands from falshood free Nor holds their spite-swolne stomackes downe And therefore shall not their long line Of hopelesse ofspring wide extend Of stocke and house shall be no signe Their fathers pelfe shall soone haue end 6 To thee all-ruling Lord be laud Who to my prayers faire passage yeelds 7 Whose strength armes me from force and fraud Whose hopefull help my safety shields 8 Hence ioy triumphing in my brest My measur'd lines thy praises sing Who guard'st thine owne with dangers prest And from all snares preseru'st thy King 9 Thou Prince of men keepe safe and sound Thy people and let Hebers race In all Earths blessings still abound Vntill the night doe leaue his place PSAL. XXIX THough rich in gold though thou in wealth abound Thy front adorn'd with a victorious crowne Acknowledge God nor be ingratefull found Vse thy good hap but know heauen sent it downe 2 Sing praise to him and with submisse request Make him thy friend who made the worlds wide frame And with his becke who rules the skie addrest With glittering Starres giue honour to his name 3 Whose sounding voice powres moistning showres below Who horrid tumults raising in the skye With roring thunders makes fierce Boreas blow And mount the swelling waues when Seas grow high 4 A voice I say with Maiesty repleate Whose power makes good what first his will design'd 5 Whether he pleas'd of Cedars tall and great T'uncloth the hills or rend high Elmes with wind 6 Or burst out stones conioyn'd to stones with lime Or tosse the hills and their first footing change As youthfull rage ioy'd with the springing time Doth pricke the lusty Bull to leape and range 7 If his voice strikes fire flashes from the cloud 8 The desert Cabines of th' Arabians shake 9 Beasts quake for feare abortiues disauow'd Burst forth with paine Okes fell when he but spake What Heauen containes in his gold-vaulted roome What Earth sustaines ennamel'd with rare skill And what lies hid within the Seas deepe wombe They all confesse Gods vnresisted will 10 The sinne-reuenging sea mou'd at his sound O'rewhelm'd the Mountaines when it rag'd and rau'd And thou to whose decrees are all things bound Wast pleas'd to drowne the world so sinfull made 11 If thou giue strength we neither feare our foes Or proud for wealth or for their number daring If thou giue peace from Plenties horne that flowes No blessing shall to Js'achs race be sparing PSAL. XXX OF thee my Muse of thee my Harpe shall sound Iudge of the world whēce all good things do flow Freed from deaths iawes that sought my ouerthrow My vowes now will I pay by promise bound Releas'd by thee nor now insults my foe To see mine eyes poure forth their floods of teares Nor takes delight to see me vext with feares Of pressing ills thou cool'st his courage so 2 I sought thy helpe when I vnsteddy stood And doubtfull of successe to thee did sue By thee refresh'd alone by thee I drew Th'aires louely light that cheeres the vitall blood 3 Nor doe I lye with fates long night opprest In the low vaults where windowes want and lights 4 But you deuoted to the sacred rites And cleane oblations of a purer brest Him let your heart with sweet harmonious cheere Who mindes your prayers be mindfull to record Extoll with praise your Sire and Sou'raigne Lord Since to your vowes he bends his listning eare 5 The heate of his reuenging ire alayde Doth vanish as a fleeting buble falls And a sweet life which no sad hap appalls By his right-hand is to good men repaid If late at night our mournfull faces be Bath'd all with teares yet when the golden Sunne Sheds forth his beames the glasse of griefe is run And smiling mirth our captiu'd minds sets free 6 When I had all that fits a blessed state Thus said I to my selfe no gust nor gall Shall stay my course so fortunate in all Nor doubtfull chance giue sweet content the mate 7 Thou giuing me strength wealth and high degree And like a mount rais'd with strong walls of brasse Strengthning my crowne Credulity that was My minds Enchantresse fed vaine pride in me But leauing me vnto my foolish vaine Thou drawing backe thine hand that light wing'd dame False Fortune fled and left all out of frame My house disord'red in the head and traine 8 Then presently sole President of all Humbly my vowes I on thine altar strew'd I crau'd thine ayd and said with teares bedew'd 9 What good to thee can of my blood befall What vse canst thou make of my breathlesse limmes Can the cold ashes that in silence lye In Deaths darke mansion thy great works descry To th'after-age and sing thee sacred hymnes 10 Milde to my vowes thy facile care apply That to thy grace doth easie passage make Nor from my teares turne thy grim lookes but take The plague-sores from my limmes that fretting lye 11 When I implore thou dost thine care addresse And laist it close and wip'st my teares away And in their place bring'st mirth and to allay My griefe comes ioy which hand and heart expresse 12 Of thee my layes shall sing my harpe shall sound My voice on thee deuoted shall attend Nor shall my Muse want matter to commend Since of
PSAL. VIII FAther and Fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Thy greatnesse hath surmounted far The Spheares where stars bright glistring ar 2 How thou do'st rule the world with care The infant age yet sucking tells That thou maist stop the mouthes that dare Barke at thy power which so excells Such mouthes at thee as poison spue And thirst for bloud which they pursue 3 When I behold the Heauens so cleere With purest light made by thine hand When Moone and Stars so bright appeare And all by thee created stand 4 Ah what is man in life or lim Thinke I that thus thou mindest him What is his stock his of-spring what To whom thou daign'st such honour such A gracefull eye of fauour that 5 Hee 's like a God the oddes not much 6 Thou mad'st him Prince to vndergoe The rule of all thou mad'st below Of all that breathes by right of birth Thou mad'st him master of their wills 7 The horn'd and the fleec'd flocks on earth And all that feedes on plaines and hills 8 Or what with wings or sinns diuide The aire and Sea He tames their pride 9 Father and fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Whose throne is Heauen whose foot-stoole Earth Protect thine one of noblest birth PSAL. IX OF thee I sing great Guardian of all things To thee my heart her duties tribute paies Thy wonders to our seed that after springs I will declare and thence thy glory raise Safe guided by thy hand I 'le nothing feare But cheerfull notes will sing with cheerfull mind And will thee praise who supreme rule do'st beare Chiefe Iustice of the Heau'ns and heau'nly kind 3 My prouder foe who without counsell led Conceiu'd vain hopes hath turn'd and took his flight And thy right-hand pursuing whilst he fled With more than humane force hath foil'd him quite 4 My greedy foes wide yawning for my bloud Thy wreakfull rage confounds and rends their iawes Thine aide releeu'd while guilty-like I stood And from thy Throne thy doome did end my cause 5 Thou tam'st the fury of the sauage rout Thy matchlesse might did so my foes dispell As in the roules of Fame they were left out That none their names in after-age should tell 6 Lo to what end come all these swelling threats Lo him that townes would leuell and lay plaine That where in former times stood stately seatâ—â— No memory should of their state remaine But He that swaies eternally this ball By iustice fixt his euerlasting throne 8 To distribute the lawes by righting all And ruling men that each may haue his owne 9 When force doth sit to hatch high-swelling pride Thy gate of Grace stands open for the poore Thy castle of safe refuge thou set'st wide That all distrest may enter at the doore 10 And therefore well may they in Thee alone Who know thy wide-spread Name their trust repose When all the world hath by experience knowne Thou leau'st not thine to'h mercy of their foes 11 Then sing due praise vnto the Lord whose hand And watchfull eie keeps his lou'd Sion sure Spread wide his wise decrees in eu'ry land Them let no bounds lesse than the world immure 12 For guiltlesse bloud he takes a strict account Reuenging it with plagues and inward feares And suffers not pride vnreueng'd to mount And presse the poor whose cries soon pierce his eares 13 But thou deare God look neerer to my cause Whom armed force pursues with deadly spight And take me from the fell and direfull iawes Of Death whose hue is black as pitchy night 14 That all so high as Sion lifts her head And sets her towers so far so wide to view I man thy name with vowes and praises spread And daily thankes for hourely helpe renew 15 Perfidious wights in waues of selfe-bred wrong Tost and turmoild haue worthily been drown'd And in the nets which they were knitting long For others laide themselues were helplesse bound 16 Who but admires Heau'ns-equall ballanc'd right Who weau'd the web of fraud himselfe was caught A thing so oft perform'd in all mens sight Should be enrould and kept in inward thought 17 But so it is Time not fore-seene arrests The god-lesse men who haue not Heau'n in mind Then sodaine death wounds their rebellious breasts And hides them in his pit where no sun shin'd 18 But modest minds which breathe but aire diuine Hopelesse of helpe but what from Heauen descends God in his heart doth them a place assigne Where causelesse griefe at last findes large amends 19 Vp vp Creator of all things arise And let not man not many spans in length Mount to a monster of deformed size To crush the poor Curb thou mens lawlesse strength 20 Thou with the boundless weight of endless might Strike horror deep into their fiercer mindes That man may know his feeble state aright Whose weaker parts no lasting cement bindes PSAL. X. HOw long wilt thou Conseruer of mankind Neglect thy seruants in their sad distresse 2 How long wilt thou remain in Heauen confin'd Whilst Lord-like here lewd men the iust oppresse Let ill befall the ill-conceiuing head And perish it with all the arts it bred 3 Whilst he with wrongs doth cram his lustful heart The proud man boasts and inwardly is glad As he had wonne by right and vs'd no art And still should hold the glory that he had 4 Thus his vnbridled arrogance neglects Of right and wrong the contrary respects Whilst sweetly he applauds his in-bred wit And thinks in Heauen there is no God nor feares 5 But proudly champing on his pleasant bit His happinesse his haughty hearts vpreares Nor dreams that thou to iudgment wilt proceede And vindicate the guilt of his mis-deed He sleights his foes nor cares for them a straw 6 And reck'ning with himselfe without his Host My life saith he at longest length I 'le draw And steere my course with no rough billowes tost No care shall come to interrupt my state Nor fits of paine my pleasure shall abate 7 Out of his mouth doe cursed slaunders flow Disgorging taunts and crafty wiles withall Whilst to good men do griefes and trauailes grow By his enuenom'd tongue and bitter gall 8 His ambushes to catch the iust he laies And poorer men with sterner looks affraies 9 As a bloud-thirsty Lion in his den Lies couching close and hides his fearfull head So lurking he assaults the weaker men His panting heart with fainting fury led And with his many knotted nets fast ti'de He drawes them in as captiues to his pride 10 He tames them with his force won with his wiles And as in clouds doth he conceale his spight How many troupes of trauailers with guiles Hath he surpris'd and them depriu'd of light Who passing by when they do think no harm Are caught
repleat Acknowledge God who gaue them meat And of that God the praise shall sing Who enters with Maiestick grace And doth a sparke like vigour bring Into their hearts where it takes place That feare of death fled far away There lasting life with ioy should stay 27 Then shall the Earth mou'd at the fight So new and strange from pole to pole Be subiect to the God of might And of all kindreds eu'ry soule Shall kisse his feet and prostrate fall To Him alone the Lord of all 28 To whom of right by fixt decree Who euerlasting King is knowne Belongs this masse of Kingdomes three Whose triple Crowne he weares alone To heauen and hell he giues the law And all betweene he holds in awe 29 The Greatmen here that rule the rest With him as bidden guests shall sit And fill'd with sweets fed of the best Shall to his yoke their neckes submit The which because so well they fare To beare it the more willing are The poore who pin'd stands neere the graue Shall bend to him his weakned knee Whose wearied limmes no vigour haue Nor moisture left more then hath he Who lying at the point of death Is yeelding vp his fainting breath 30 Him shall the ofsprings that succeed In the long tract of time adore And tell to all their after-breed His loue to me shew'd long before This seed to him shall homage yeeld And beare his colours in the field PSAL. XXIII AT me mad dogs ah what a coile you keepe And Enuy why sett'st thou them on to baule But God keepes me as Shepheards keepe their sheepe Nor do I want nor can I want at all 2 And as a sheepe I feed which hath no spleene In pastures where the short sweet grasse doth grow And where the Spring beflowres his louely greene My wearied limmes that scarcely seru'd to goe Refresh'd againe I at full ease extend 3 The riuer cleare that gliding passeth by Vnto my fainting force doth succours send And in the Sunne when I doe parching lye As with a fanne of cooling breath alaies My drooping spirits And when my wandring minde Following the traine of pleasing Errour strayes Tendring his flocke his way he makes me find 4 And should pale Death whose haÌ„d brings yelling grief Dart at my heart when Hell blacke shades affright I 'le folow Lord where thou doest leade in chiefe Thy Shepherds staffe will guide me safe and right 5 My table thou dost with full dishes spreâ—d With sweetest wine my crowned cup o'reflowes With sense-refreshing balme thou cheer'st my head Whilst looking on griefe doth confound my foes 6 Me shall thy hand of bounty neuer leaue Nor thy good grace which good men doth attend And so till death doth me of life bereaue I in thy house my pleasant daies will spend PSAL. XXIV THe Earth is all the Lords and what beside It sparing doth conceale or bounteous giue And they are his that in wilde mountaines bide In fruitfull plaines and ciuill cities liue 2 Vpon the Sea the solid Earth he bound And firmly plac'd it in so weake a seat With ioynts so strong and all the peeces sound To bide all brunts when swelling billowes beat 3 Thus all belongs vnto the Lord by right But for himselfe he hallowed hath a place And who is he can thither clime what wight Hath leaue to stand within that court of Grace 4 Whose heart and hand is cleare nor idle dreames Possesse his mind nor who by swearing thriue Whilst his false oathes stript true men of their meanes Heau'ns Lord to him will Earths best blessings giue And by his power supreme him will he take From force and spite and all they doe or say 6 This this is Truth and this alone will make Him see Gods face This leads to heau'n the way 7 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall Gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders put aside Though strong as steele and hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage find Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 8 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare It is the Lord whose glory shines so far With wealth in peace with victory in war 9 Vnlock'd vnbarr'd you Gates stand open wide Th' eternall gates that lead to th'endlesse throne Make way and all that hinders lay aside Though strong as steele or hard as marble stone For that great God that he may passage finde Whose glory casts his splendour far and neere 10 For what new guest is all this pompe assign'd What King is he whose glory shines so cleare He is the great Commander of the field To whose strong armes all Kings on Earth must yeeld PSAL. XXV LEt him in armes another in his traine Of courting followers trust and martiall bands But Thou who mad'st what Heau'n and Earth contain In Thee my hope in Thee my safety stands 2 Thou heauenly Sire whom I to serue haue chose Let not my hopes be vaine to please my foes 3 Some from shames confusion shalt Thou free Nor shall the blushing hue their faces staine Who fix the staffe of all their trust in thee But who loue filth and filthy will remaine With shame and griefe doe Thou their hopes abate Who haue no cause to vexe me but their hate 4 Among so many by-paths trod below Among the brambles and thicke bushes here Thy sacred way to me thy seruant show And let thy light in darknesse now appeare 5 And from the waues of Errour draw me out Which long too long haue compast me about Thence with the light of thy resplendent beames Bring me into the way of Truth and Right From thy cleare spring since all my goodnesse streames My God my stay my Sauiour and delight Then whilst alone I doe on Thee depend Let not my hopes be frustrate of their end 6. 7. Did my lifes rule by crooked vices swerue Or Errour did my slipp'ry foot betray Or did my Youth my vainer pleasures serue Yet Thou whose Grace doth thy fierce rage alay Pitie my case and what thou maist deny To my deserts yeeld to thy Clemency 8 Nor Thou the best of Good canst this refuse To giue good things to those who sue to thee And who desire the rightfull way to vse Thou wilt not faile their rule of right to be For Thou who art Truth Equity and Right Dost not as men good will with ill requite 9 Thou milde thy selfe Lord lou'st a modest mind And teachest it how to discerne the iar T'wixt good and ill which pride seeks not to find But whilst there is no concord where they are Thou by a short and safer way the while Art guide to those who haue no gall nor guile 10 Sinne thou abhorr'st yet gracious soone forgett'st Thy promises thou dost as franckly pay And sparingly thy penalties thou sett'st And whilst we not neglect but firmly stay Vpon thy sacred