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

PSALMES OR SONGS OF SION Turned into the language and set to the tunes of a strange LAND By W. S. Intended for Christmas Carols and fitted to divers of the most noted and common but solemne tunes every where in this Land familiarly used and knowne LONDON Printed by Robert Young To the right Honourable his approved worthy friend Sr. Thomas Finch Knight Lord Maidston a true Mecoenas and Patron of the MVSES Noble SIR YOur most Generous and Heroicall disposition seene and manifested in love and professed affection to both Art and Armes or whatsoever best things Learning and all laudable Inventions the daughters of Minerva and the Muses in whom you may justly claime no small interest makes me both offer this and assured of your honourable and kindest acceptation as in things of inferiour nature hath been d●●●gned more especially of these divine Sonnets howsoever the manner not so worthily agreeing with the majesty of the matter yet not meanly dignified by the divinenesse and excellency of the subiect A Lyrique in his own ancient native language wherein I could also present him thus modernly dimensioned to our times therein the most worthy the best favour regard So offering it such as it is to your Patronage having testimony sufficient of your courteous respect to any even the meanest of my Poeticall essayes endeavours in this kind till fit apportunity be offered by the dedications of some graver treatise though better cannot be than this to remember your honourable Name I rest in all humility devoted At your service WILLIAM SLATYER PSALMES OR SONGS OF SION PSALME 1. THrice blest who hath not bent t'●ll counsell foo● nor eare Nor path of sinners hent nor sate in scorners chaire But in the law of God the Lord hath set his whole delight And in that law th' eternall Word doth meditate day and night He 's like the tree that springs fast by the rivers side That faire fruit store forth brings in her due time and tide Whose leafe shall neither fade nor fall but flourish still and stand The Lord who plants doth prosper all that this man takes in hand But now th' ungodly findes his state is nothing so But like by whirling windes chaffe scattered to and fro Therefore the wicked never can in judgement stand upright Nor sinners with the righteous man once come in place or sight For why the righteous hath his wayes made so direct That to his vertuous path the Lord doth yeeld respect When wayes of such as do decline from Gods just statutes showne And spurne against the lawes divine shall quite be overthrowne PSALME 6. THine ire Lord on me do not wreake Nor in displeasure fell chastise me But on me Lord since I am weake Have mercy and do not despise me Lord heale me for my bones are vexed My soule is sicke and sore perplexed But Lord how long how long I say Wilt thou delay and vengeance take Lord turne thee save my soule I pray O save me for thy mercies sake For why in death no man doth minde thee In pit to praise thee who will finde thee But I am weary of my groaning Each night wash I my bed with teares With teares of my sad plaint and moaning Watring my couch through cares and feares My beauty gone through foes disdaining Worne away with my sad complaining Away yet from me sinners vaine The Lord hath heard my voice my grones The Lord heares my petition faine Will take my prayer attend my moane And all my foes sore vext and wounded Sham'd turn'd backe shall be soone confounded PSALME 8. O Lord our God and Governour how hie and excellent 's thy Name every where Thou that hast set thy glory great and majestie above the starry spangled sphere Out of the mouth of tender sucklings thou art pleas'd to confound thy foes For in those babes thou wilt thy might and glory show thy graces they disclose So when above me the heavens faire and hie workes of those fingers of thine Sun Moone and Stars I spy in cleere and azur skie in order as thou point'st them to shine What thing is man then O Lord to mind I call that thou shouldst remember him What mans race so small his sons and his posterity all that thou shouldst consider them For in degree thou hast made him little lesse or lower than the Angels faire When more thou did'st blesse crown him we confesse with dignity and glory rare Thou mad'st him his dominion to bring over all thy handy workes of wonder Laying every thing advanced like a King his feet and subjection under All sheep and Neate and beasts that appeare in the fields for to feed or abide Foules of the ayre or Fishes that repaire through the paths of the seas so wide Therefore O Lord of glorious Majesty Lord of th' whole world that do'st heare How excellent and great 's thy Name advanc't and glory hie above the starry spangled Spheare PSALME II. IN the Lord put I my trust how say ye then to my soule To the mountaine that flye she must like a sielly foule For lo the wicked bend their bow with their shafts ready prest Vpon the string to shoore at those so they set up their rest Privily doe they hit th' upright that are in heart whence throwne When downe are the foundation quite what hath the righteous done The Lord is in his holy place in th'eaven is his Throne His eyes consider the childrens case his eye-lids try each one The Lord he will the righteous try but the wicked doer And him that loveth iniquity doth his soule abhorre Vpon the wicked he shall reigne fire and brimstone and snares Stormy tempest shal be their gaine and cup to drinke their shares PSALME 13. HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord ever shall I faint How long wilt thou not grace afford to my sad complaint How long wilt thou thy visage hide from me as thou mean'st to chide with thy faces and thy graces so much fear'd restraint How long shall I to my unrest daily making moane Take counsell thus within my brest and with sighing groane How long else shall my deadly foe above me be exalted so My weary heart even daily smarting when I am alone Behold and heare me O my God lighten thou mine eyes That I sleep not in death abhor'd lest with open cry My enemy rejoyce and say I have prevail'd against him ay And that tide when I slide seem to get the prize But I will in thy mercy trust and with heart and voice In thy salvation as I must evermore rejoyce Yea I will sing unto the Lord because according to his word Friendly he hath dealt with me and freed me from annoyes PSALME 15. LOrd within thy Tabernacle whom wilt thou receiue to dwell Or within the habitacle of thy Sions sacred Cell Thy royall Tents high Battlements who shall ascend where comes no ill With theet abide ay to reside and rest upon thy holy Hill He whose

and said Of sacred Sion so That in her is the most Hic There is he borne Is of Sion reported And famous men of yore Many that to the most Holy resorted And he will stablish her store Shew then he shall That the chiefest of all Had his beginning there When he doth his folke descry And all pleasant things My fountaines and springs Quire singers are in thee here O thou Citie of God most hic PSALME 93. THe Lord as King aloft doth reigne all clad and girt with power And maiestie in heaven so hic his seat and sacred bower Whereas no eie the Deitie c're saw save tending on her Those Angels faine and Cherub traine● with glory cloth'd and honour The world thou hast so surely plac't unmou'd it doth persever Thy throne much more secur'd of yore the heaven of heavens for ever Before the Chime of ruinous time this world's frame set or wrought on And aye her state beyond all date of time that can be thought on The flouds O Lord the flouds record thy praise and with their voices The flouds do rave lift up their waves and rage with horrid noises Though flouds with noise lift up their waves and seas enraged swelling With waves so hie would kisse the skie yet thou art higher dwelling Most mightie Lord true is thy word thy promise failing never And holinesse thy Saints professe becomes thy house for ever PSALME 97. THe Lord alone aloft doth raigne let peoples maz'd assemble He sits between the Cherubims though th' earth be mov'd and tremble The Lord is great in Sions seat and high above all nations Yea they shall fame thy fearfull Name throughout all generations 'T is holy sure and the Kings power iudgement prepares and loves it That iustice be and equitie in Iacob he approves it Exalt with praise my God alwaies upon the Lords Name calling 'T is holy knowne lo then bow downe before his footstoole falling Moses among the Priestly throng and Aaron who beleeved With Samuel one who call'd upon his Name and were relieved Out of the smoakie pillar spake he unto them while he drave them Like pastured sheep his lawes they keep and statutes that he gave them Heard them thou hast O Lord and wast so favourable to them How didst thou take for their deeds sake the vengeance due unto them Make Gods praise knowne lo falling downe before his holy mountaine For high in blisse and holy he is love grace and mercies fountaine PSALME 99. THe Lord in heaven aloft doth raigne and there triumphant sitting Let the earth reioyce with mirthfull noise and numerous Isles as fitting Blacke pitchy clouds and darknesse shrowds his throne on iudgement founded Fierce fires that trace before his face licke up his foes confounded His lightnings round shone on the ground th' earth saw it and was affrighted Mountaines like waxe did melt like flaxe were at his presence lighted His presence this whole world that is great Lord and mightie owner Heavens shew his glory and iustice story all Nations see his honour Where all that carved Idols served and glory in them confounded This Sion had heard and was glad through Salem mirth resounded So Iuda's voice and daughters noise thy hests and mercies on her O Lord most hie 'bove earth and skie all ye gods give him honour Who love the Lord hate vice abhor'd his Saints soules he preserveth From wicked and ungodly's hand who serve him he conserveth Sprung for th' upright in heart is light and for the godly sowne Are ioy and wealth and saving health and all good blessings knowne Reioyce O then ye righteous men this your memoriall raises To th' holy Lord with one accord sing everlasting praises PSALME 101. MErcy I will and iudgement sing to thee O Lord most holy And unto thee O Lord will bring my song and praier wholly Wisely I shall in perfect way untill thou come in brightnesse Do right and in my house alway walke in my hearts uprightnesse No wicked thing mine eies shall see deeds hate I of back-sliders A froward heart shall part from me and slanderous lewd deriders A priuie whisperer I 'le not brooke 'gainst neighbour to annoy him The proud heart high and haughty looke I cannot but destroy him Vnto the meeke mine eies are bent who in the land are faithfull Shall serve and dwell within my tent who 's profit not deceitfull The lyar shall my eie not pitie I 'le spoile the wicked wholly And cut off sinners from the Citie of God the Lord most holy PSALME 108. O God my heart prepared is so is my tongue and voice I will sing and give praise in this my glorie shall reioice Wake be not mute Harpe Violl Lute and I my selfe right early will awake Thy praise I 'le sing and Name O King 'mong Heathen knowne Nations will I make 'Bove heavens high thy mercie 's great thy truth reach't to the clouds Exalt thy selfe 'bove heavens seat all th' earth thy glorie shrowd That so set free thy beloved be help with thy right hand O God heare my voice In holinesse now hath God we know thus spoken I will triumph and reioyce For trophees Sichem I 'le divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses side unto my share shall fall Strength of my head is Ephraim stead of Law-giver is Iuda a wash-pot to me Is Moab I 'le threw ●'re Edom my ●●oe o're Palestine ●'l● triumph and ●●●fall be who 'll leade me to the Citie strong me into Edom bring Wilt not thou who hast left us long againe O God and King Forth with us go our armies so 'gainst troubles t' aid's else help of man 's but vaine Through God shall we do valiantly who shall tread down our enemies cruell traine PSALME 110. THe Lord unto my Lord did say Sit thou at my right hand for ay Till at thy feet so humbly laid Thy foes I have thy footstoole made The Lord then out of Sion bright Shall send the scepter of thy might Thou shalt be ruler with thy rod Yea how commander thou shalt be Amidst thine enemies all shall see And in that day in which thy raigne They shall behold and power plaine The people free-will offerings shall And holy armie offer all Who presents shall to thee O King In beauty of holy worship bring For lo the dew of thy birth shewes Like wombe of youth and mornings dewes Like mornings dew dew of thy birth To far enrich and fresh the earth The Lord hath sworne and never may Repent thou art a Priest for ay After Melchisedechs order blest Of the most high God Saint and Priest The Lord at thy right hand that stownd Stately Kings in his wrath shall wound The heathen brought and Nations all Before his iudgement seat he shall Filling their places with their dead O're mightie Kingdomes smite th' head And drinking of the Brooke in 's way Lift up his royall head that day PSALME 114. WHen that Israel was bent out of