Nor shall the plague come nigh thy dwelling place 11 For he will give his angells charge o're thee In all thy ways they shall thy keepers be 12 They shall thee bear even their hands upon Lest that thou dash thy foot against a stone 13 On Lyons and on Adders eke thou 'st tread Dragons thou shalt under thy feet lay dead 14 Because he e're hath set his love on me I 'le him protect my Name aright knows he 15 When he for help doth cry I 'le answer give Him take from grief in honour he shall live 16 with long life I him e're will satisfie And shew him my salvation from on high PSAL. XCII 1 'T Is good to give thanks to the Lord our King And to his holy Name all praises sing 2 To shew in morn thy loving kindness bright And eke thy faithfulness in ev'ry night 3 Upon ten stringed instruments most sweet With all the mirth you can invent most meet 4 For through thy works thou Lord hast made me glad I will triumph in th' works thine hand hath made 5 Thy works are great thy thoughts are deep also 6 A brutish man of this doth nothing know 7 When wicked men as grass do spring up fast They when they flourish ever shall be waste 8 But thou' rt most high and thou dost reign therefore In ev'ry place both now and evermore 9 Behold O Lord behold thy foes I say How all that sin shall perish and decay 10 Like th' Unicorn thou shalt my horns lift high With oile most fresh anointed be shall I. 11 The wish upon my foes mine eyes shall see Mine ears shall hear those that do rise ' gainst me 12 The righteous flourish shall like the Palm Tree Like Cedars eke in Lebanon that be 13 Those that are planted in the Courts of God They spring apace and flourish all abroad 14 They still in their old age forth fruit should bring They shall be fat and also flourishing 15 To shew that God upright is in his will He is my rock in him there is none ill PSAL. XCIII 1 THe Lord doth reign with glory goodly dight To shew his strength he'th girt himself with might The earth he'th made and shaped it so sure Nought can it move it firmly doth endure 2 The world was made thy seat was set before In time of old thou hast been ever-more 3 The Floods O Lord the Floods do make a noise The Floods I say have lifted up their voyce 4 The Lord is mightier than th' waters yea He makes a greater noise than th' waves of th' Sea 5 Thy Testimonies are most sure alway And truth becomes thine house O Lord for ay PSAL. XCIV 1 O Lord to whom all vengeance doth belong Shew forth thy self most valiant and most strong 2 Shew forth thy self for thou the earth dost guide Reward the proud according to their pride 3 How long shall wicked bear the sway in voyce How long shall they thus triumph and rejoyce 4 How long O Lord shall th' wicked take their fill Shall they rejoyce whose workes are ever ill 5 Thy Flock and Heritage they vex full sore Against thy folk they rage still more and more 6 To Slay the Widdows Lord they do not cease And still they do destroy the fatherlesse 7 Yet say they God shall not our deeds espie Neither shall Jacobs God this thing once eye 8 Ye brutish men some knowledge learn arise And eke ye fools when will ye once be wise 9 He that the ear doth plant hear shall not hee And he that forms the eye shall he not see 10 Who scourge the Heathen shall not he punish too Who knowledge teacheth shall he not eke know 11 The thoughts of man are known by God on high That they are all corrupt and vanity 12 That man is blest whom thou dost keep in aw And through chastisement teach him in thy law 13 Whereby he shall in trouble quiet sit When wicked men shall fall into the pit 14 For God will not refuse his folk to take His heritage he will no time forsake 15 But judgement shall to righteousness convert Those follow 't shall that are upright in heart 16 Who will arise ' gainst evill dor's with me And stand ' gainst th' workers of iniquitie 17 Unless the Lord had been my rock and ' fence My soul it had almost dwelt in silence 18 When I did say I am now like to fall Thou did'st provide to stay me up withall 19 I' th' multitude of thoughts within my mind Thy comforts do delight my soul I find 20 Wilt thou draw nigh with wicked men to sit Instead of law which mischief still commit 21 For they consult against the men most good In counsels and consult ' gainst guiltless blood 22 But yet the Lord is my defence and lock He is my God my strength and eke my rock 23 He'st cause their mischiefs themselves to annoy They 'l fall in malice God shall them destroy PSAL. XCV 1 O Come unto the Lord and let us sing Let 's make a joyfull noise unto our King 2 Yea let us come and to the Lord give praise In singing Psalms let us rejoyce alwayes 3 For why the Lord 's a great and mighty God A King above all Gods i' th' world abroad 4 His are the secret places of the Land The strength of Hills he also hath in 's hand 5 The Sea is his for he the same hath wrought And eke the earth he framed out of nought 6 O come and le ts worship the Lord therefore And let 's bow down to God for evermore 7 For he 's our God for us he doth provide We are his flock he feeds us he 's our guide 8 To day if ye'l hear harden not your heart As i' th grudging day ye did i' th' desert 9 Your fathers tempted me me for to prove My works they saw yet they did still me move 10 Twice twenty years they griev'd me I did say They erre in heart they have not known my way 11 Wherefore I kindled wrath ' gainst them in brest And sware they should not come into my rest PSAL. XCVI 1 O Sing unto the Lord a Song most new Sing to the Lord on earth that is most true 2 Yea sing to God and to his holy Name Shew forth alway Salvation by the same 3 'Mong Heathen speak his honour round about His wonders shew ev'n all the world throughout 4 The Lord is great we should him greatly praise He 's to be fear'd 'bove all the Gods alwayes 5 For Heathens Gods are Idols that will fade But yet our God the heathen he hath made 6 All praise shall dwell for ay before his face Strength shall excell within his holy place 7 All folk give thanks unto the Lord alway With might ascribe unto the Lord I say 8 Give glory due to Gods most holy Name Go to his Courts with gifts unto the same 9 worship the Lord within his Temple bright Let
Kingdom they shall talk each hour And speak of thy great goodness and thy pow'r 12 To make the folk thy mighty acts to know Thy glorious Kingdoms Majesty to show 13 Thy Kingdom is for everlasting sure And thy Dominion through all ages dure 14 The Lord upholdeth all that fall and he Raiseth up those that bow'd together be 15 The eyes of all wait upon thee to give Them meat in season that their souls may live 16 Thou openest thy bounteous hand and gives To satisfie th' desires of all that lives 17 In all his wayes the Lord is righteous still He holy is in all his works and will 18 The Lord is nigh to them that on him call In truth he them doth hear and ever shall 19 Th' desire of those that fear him he 'l fulfill He 'l hear their cry and save them all he will 20 The Lord preserves who loves him they 'r his joy But all the wicked he will quite destroy 21 My mouth shall speak the praises of the Lord All flesh shall blesse his Name with one accord PSAL. CXLVI 1 PRaise ye the Lord my soul shall give him praise 2 Whilst that I live I 'le him exalt alwayes 3 In Princes put no trust neither confide In Sons of men who cannot help nor guide 4 Their breath doth fall to earth full soon away And then the councells of their hearts decay 5 He 's blest that Jacobs God hath for his stay Whose hope is in the Lord his God for ay 6 Which heav'n earth sea and therein all the store Did make which keepeth truth for evermore 7 Which frees th' opprest to th'hungry which doth give Due food which looseth pris'ners le ts them live 8 God op'neth th' eyes of th' blind and them doth raise That are bow'd down th' upright he loves always 9 God th' widdow stranger fatherlesse keeps ay But upside down he turns the wickeds way 10 Sion the Lord thy God shall raign e're more All ages to praise ye the Lord therefore PSAL. CXLVII 1 PRaise God for it is good and to him sing For so to do it is a comely thing 2 God builds Jerusalem for there he 'l dwell Gathers in one th' disperst of Israel 3 Th' broken in heart he heals much ease they finde And eke their wounds he carefully doth binde 4 He tells the Stars and calls them by their Name 5 God's great his power and knowledge is the same 6 The meek God lifteth up sets them on high But throws to ground those that act wickedly 7 Thanks give with praise unto the Lord our King And to our God on harp eke praises sing 8 Who cov'reth th' skie with clouds who rain makes flow On earth who maketh grass on hills to grow 9 He food unto the beasts of th' field doth give To th'ravens young which cry that they may live 10 I' th' strength of horse rejoyce he never can Nor takes he pleasure in the legs of man 11 Of those that fear him God doth love the sight In those that in him hope he takes delight 12 O thou Jerusalem give God due praise And eke thou Sion blesse his name alwayes 13 He'th made strong bars and th' gates together prest Thy children eke within thee he hath blest 14 He peace makes be i' th' borders which are thine And eke thee feeds with wheat which is most fine 15 He his commands doth send the earth about His word doth swiftly run the world throughout 16 He giveth snow like wool which fall full fast He scattereth hoar frost as ashes cast 17 He casts forth ice like morsells at that tide The vehement cold thereof who can abide 18 He sends his word them melts makes th' wind to blow He causeth ice to thaw waters to flow 19 To Jacob he his word of truth did show He 's law and judgment Isr'el gave to know 20 With other Nations thus dealt hath not he They knew no laws of his the Lord praise ye PSAL. CXLVIII 1 PRaise ye the Lord him praise from heavens high Yea praise him still above the starry skie 2 Praise ye his Name ye glorious Angells still Praise him ye noble hosts that do his will 3 Ye glorious creatures Sun and Moon him praise The same perform ye brightest Stars alwayes 4 Yea praise him in the highest heavens still Ye waters 'bove the heavens this fulfill 5 Yea let them praise the Lords most mighty Name At his command he did create the same 5 He likewise hath establisht them for ay Set a Decree which not o're-pass they may 7 Praise ye the Lord likewise from earth below Dragons all deeps praise ye his Name also 8 Yea fire and hail snow vapour praise the Lord With stormy windes that execute his word 9 Yea mountains great and hills that be so high Trees fruitfull Cedars eke him magnifie 10 Yea beasts and cattel that in forrests dwell Things creeping flying fowl his praises tell 11 Kings of the earth great Princes People all Praise ye the Lord ye judges great and small 12 Ye young men strong and maidens praise his Name Fathers also and children do the same 13 Let these praise God for 's Name alone 's most great His glory 's 'bove the earth 'bove heavens seat 14 The Lord his peoples strength exalteth still That 's Saints should all be prais'd it is his will This to his Servant Israel doth he A people near to him the Lord praise ye PSAL. CXLIX 1 PRaise ye the Lord new songs unto him sing Amongst his Saints let all his praises ring 2 In him that made him Israel let rejoyce Let Sions Sons be joyfull in their choice 3 Let them his Name exalt and praise in dance On Timbrel and on Harp his praise advance 4 For God takes pleasure in his peoples peace He 'l save them eke to beautifie not cease 5 Let th'Saints in glory joyfull be and sing A loud upon their bed of God their King 6 Let th' mouths be fill'd with praises of the Lord And in their hands be a two-edged sword 7 Vengeance to execute th' heathen among And punishments upon the people strong 8 Their Kings in prison there to bind with chain Their Lords in iron fetters to remain 9 To execute on them Gods written word This honour have his Saints praise ye the Lord. PSAL. CL. 1 PRaise ye the Lord him praise in 's holy seat Praise him i' th' firmament of 's power great 2 For 's mighty acts and deeds love him alwayes According to his greatnesse give him praise 3 With trumpet praise the Lord who is most high Yea praise his Name on Harp and Psaltery 4 With Timbrel praise his Name 't exalt in dance With Instruments and Organs him advance 5 Yea on loud Cimballs still advance his praise On sounding Cimballs give him thanks alwayes 6 Let all things living praise the Lord I say Praise ye the Lord soul praise thy God for ay FINIS
regard I hate and trust in thee alone O Lord. 7 In thee I will rejoyce thou wilt not see My soul in trouble nor adversitie 8 Nor didst thou to my foes make me to come Thou hast my feet plac't in a most large room 9 Some pitty on me take O Lord mine eye With grief 's consum'd my soul with miserie 10 My life is spent with grief with sighs my year My strength me fails my bones consume with fear 11 ' Mongst foes I am a scorn friends are dismaid My neighbours when they see me are afraid 12 As men when once they 're dead are quite forgot Just so am I or like a broken pot 13 I 've heard much slander fear was on each side When they conspir'd ' gainst me thou wert my guide 14 For I in thee O Lord did put my trust I said thou wert a God to me most just 15 My times are in thine hands deliver me From th' hand of him which is mine Enemie 16 Thy face to shine upon thy Servant make O Lord save me for thy sweet mercies sake 17 Let me ne're be asham'd on thee I call Put sinners to the shame and make them fall 18 Make dumb their lips which follow after lies And mischief do against th'upright devise 19 How great 's thy goodness laid up for them then Which fear and trust in thee for th' Sons of men 20 Thou shalt in secret keep them and them hide From strife of tongues and from the worldlings pride 21 Blest be the Lord who shew'd me all along Marvelous kindness in a City strong 22 I said in haste when I was much opprest I was cut off yet heardst thou my request 23 Ye Saints love God who doth the faithfull guide He 'l give the proud according to their pride 24 Be of good courage for the Lord 's most just He 'l strengthen you if you make him your trust PSAL. XXXII 1 THe man is blest whom God forgives his sin 2 Whose heart no guile nor fraud is found therein 3 For whilst that I my sins kept close my bones Did waste away with dayly plaints and moanes 4 Both day and night thy hand on me lay smart My moisture into dryness did convert 5 Then to confess my fault I did begin Thou didst O Lord forgive me all my sin 6 The humble man shall therefore pray to thee Floods shall not him destroy he needs not flee 7 When trouble once doth compasse me about Thou art my refuge and dost rid me out 8 I will thee teach how thou shalt walk aright And will thee guide according to my sight 9 Be not so ignorant as th' Horse or Mule Whose mouth without a bit there 's none can rule 10 There shall much sorrow find the wicked out But God the righteous compasseth about 11 Be glad in God therefore lift up your voice Y' upright in heart and in him much rejoice PSAL XXXIII 1 YE righteous in the Lord rejoyce for praise Is comely to th' upright in all their ways 2 Praise ye the Lord with harp and sing him things Of pleasantnesse with musick of ten strings 3 Play skilfully sing him a song most new 4 His words are all most pure his works most true 5 He loveth right and judgement with good will And with his goodness he the earth doth fill 6 For by his works alone were th' heavens wrought And by his breath the Hosts to passe were brought 7 He gathers Seas on heaps within the shore He layeth up the depth in house of store 8 Let all the earth fear God and let them all In awe of him be kept and on him call 9 He spake and it was done he did Command The universe is perfect out of hand 10 God brings to nought those that do evil act He maketh their device of none effect 11 The Councells of the Lord shall â—â—and most pure His thoughts t' all ge-ne-ra-ti-ons shall endure 12 Blest are all they t' whom God their guide is known Whom he doth chuse he taketh as his own 13 The Lord look't down on men mortal by birth 14 Considering the dwellers of the earth 15 He fashioneth mans heart and doth it frame Alone he knowes the working of the same 16 A King of Hosts shall not be sav'd at length Nor shall a mighty man prevail by 's strength 17 An horse for safety is most vain nor can He by his strength deliver any man 18 Behold the eyes of God the just doth aid With those that to offend him are afraid 19 Their soul to death in famine thou'lt ne're yield 20 Our souls waits on thee thou' rt our only sheild 21 Our hearts in thee shall joy still present be 22 With us who daily put our trust in thee PSAL. XXXIV 1 I 'le bless the Lord for ever and his praise Shall in my mouth continue all my dayes 2 My soul shall make her boast of God my choice Th'umble shall hear thereof and much rejoice 3 O therefore magnifie with me the Lord And let 's exalt his Name with one accord 4 For I my self him sought he lent an ear And did deliver me from all my fear 5 Who doth behold shall see his light most clear They shall not be asham'd nor need they fear 6 This poor man for relief to God did cry He sav'd him from his trouble instantly 7 Gods Angel doth Encamp them round for ever That fear his Name and he doth them deliver 8 O taste and see that God is good and just Blessed is he who maketh him his trust 9 Ye Saints fear ye the Lord to him give ear For there 's no want to them that do him fear 10 The Lyons young do rage and suffer much But who fears God no lack shall be to such 11 Come children dear unto my words give ear I will you teach how you the Lord shall fear 12 That man that would lead long a blessed life 13 Must keep his tongue from guile his lips from strife 14 From ill depart do good and peace pursue 15 To such the Lord gives ear they 're still in 's view 16 Gods face is ever ' gainst the wicked train He cuts off those that should of them remain 17 The Righteous cry God doth hear them ever Frees them from pain and them he doth deliver 18 The Lord is nigh to such as contrite be The poor and meek also them 〈◊〉 he 19 Th' afflictions of the righteous many be But God from all of them do set him fâ—ee 20 The Lord he doth preserve their Sons alway That none of them are broke or do decay 21 Sin shall the wicked slay he that doth hate The righteous shall be ever desolate 22 The Lord redeems the Souls of his nor shall Those that make him their trust be prone to fall PSAL. XXXV 1 LOrd plead my cause with those that strive ' gainst me They sought to slay but conquer'd are by thee 2 Be thou my help take hold on Spear and Shield