protects Keeps every bone of theirs intire The Wicked swallows in his Ire And who the Righteous hate The Lord his Servants shall redeem Those ever dear in his esteem Who on his Promise wait PSALM XXXV LOrd plead my cause against my foes With such as fight against me fight Arise thy ample Shield oppose And with thy Sword defend my right Address thy Spear those in their way Encounter who my Soul invade To her O let thy Spirit say I am thy God and saving Aide Let those who my disgrace contrive Hang down their heads for flight design'd Who seek my fall let Angels drive Like Chaff befoâ—e the blustring wind Obscure and slippery be their path Let winged Troops pursue their foil Since they for me with causeless wrath Have dig'd a pit and pitch'd a Toil Let suddain ruin them destroy Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid Then in the Lord my Soul shall joy And glory in his timely Aid My Bones shall say O who like thee That arm'st the Weak against the Strong That do'st the Poor and Needy free From outrage and too powerful wrong False witnesses against me stood Who unknown accusations brought That Evil rendered for Good And closely my confusion sought I in their sickness did condole Unfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd With fasting humbled my sad Soul And often to my Prayers return'd Him visited both Night and Day As if an ancient Friend or Brother In Black upon the Earth I lay And wept as for my dying Mother Yet these rejoyced in my woe False Comforters about me croud And least I should their cunning know They rent their Cloths and cry'd aloud Like Hypocrites at Feasts they jeer Whose gnashing teeth their hate profess O Lord how long wilt thou forbear And only look on my distress O save from those who smile and kill My Dearling from the Lions Jaws I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause Let not my causeless Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state Nor wink at me with scornful eyes Who swell with undeserved hate Of Peace they speak not rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue Who wry their mouths at me and say Ha Ha! our eyes thy ruin view This seen O stand no longer mute Nor Lord desert my Innocence Awake arise O prosecute My Cause and plead in my Defence With Justice Judge nor let them say In triumph We our wish possess Not in their mirthful hearts Ha Ha! W' have swallow'd him in his distress Wrath and confusion seize on those Who in my tribulation joy Let them who glory in my woes Be cloth'd with shame and infamy Let those eternally rejoyce Who favour and assist my right For ever with exalted voice The goodness of our God recite And say O magnifie his Name Who glories in his servants peace My tongue his Justice shall proclame Nor ever in his praises cease PSALM XXXVI WHen I the bold Transgressor see My thoughts thus whisper unto me He never fear'd the Lord He smooths himself in his own eyes 'Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd Their words are vain and full of guile They Wisdom from their hearts exile Forsaken Virtue hate Who mischief on their Beds contrive Through by-ways to bad ends arrive And vices propagate Thy Mercy Lord is thron'd on high And thy approv'd Fidelity The lofty Skie transcends Thy Justice like a Mountain steep Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deep Who man and beast defends O Lord how precious is thy Grace The sons of men their comfort place Beneath thy shady wings They with thy Houshold dainties shall Be fully satisfi'd and all Drink of thy pleasant Springs For O! from thee the Fountain flows Which endless Life on thine bestows Inlight'ned with thy Light On such as know thee show'r thy Grace O let thy Justice those embrace Who are in heart upright Let not the feet of Pride defeat Nor such as are in mischief great My guiltless Soul surprize The workers of iniquity Are faln like Meteors from the skie Cast down no more to rise PSALM XXXVII VEx not thy self at the impiety Of wicked men nor their frail height envy â—or they shall soon be mow'd like Summers Hay And as the verdure of the Herb decay â—rust thou in God do good and long in peace Possess the Land refresh'd by her increase Be he thy sole delight He shall inspire Thy raised thoughts and grant thy hearts desire Relye and to his care thy ways commend Who will produce them to a happy end He shall thy Justice like the Light display And make thy Judgement as the Height of Day Rest on the Lord and patiently attend His Heavenly Will nor let it thee offend Because the wicked in their courses thrive And prosperously at their desires arrive Abstain from anger heady wrath eschew Nor fret thou lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue God will cut off the Bad the Faithful bless Who shall the ever-fruitful Land possess After a while th' Unjust shall cease to be Thou shalt his place consider but not see The Meek in heart shall reap the Lands increase And solace in the multitude of Peace Against the Godly wicked Men conspire Gnash their malicious Teeth and foam with ire But God shall laugh at their impiety Because he knows their Day of Doom is nigh They draw their bloody Swords their Bows are bent To kill the Needy Poor and Innocent But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their own Steel their Bow 's asunder broke That little which the Righteous hath excells Th' abundant wealth wherein the Wicked swells For God the arms of violent Men will break But shield the Righteous and support the Weak His eyes behold the suff'rings of the Poor Their firm possessions ever shall endure They in the time of danger shall not dread But shall in Famin's rage be fill'd with Bread When vitious men shall speedily decay And those who slight Jehovah melt away As fat of Lambs which sacred Fires consume And forthwith vanish like the rising fume The Wicked borrow never to restore The Just are gracious and relieve the Poor Whom God shall bless they shall the Land enjoy Whom God shall curse them vengeance shall destroâ— The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs For He even He their ordred paths affects Although they fall yet fall to rise again For his His Care and powerful Hand sustain I have been young am old yet never saw The Just abandon'd nor those who draw From him their birth with beggery opprest He lends in mercy and his Seed are blest Do good shun evil and remain unmov'd For Righteous Souls are of the Lord belov'd His undeserted Saints protecting still Their Plants up-rooting who transgress his Will Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land And dwell therein while Mountains stedfast stand The Righteous Soul of sacred Judgement speaks And from his Lips a spring of Wisdom breaks Gods Law is in his Heart his Light
record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALM CVIII MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the World rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O hear us who thy aid implore And with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Sâ—â—coths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battail bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold â— will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe When Death and Horrour most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For O the help of Man is vain Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown PSALM CIX MY God my Glory leave not in Distress Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress They who delight in subtilties and wrongs Afflict me with the poison of their tongues With Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turns with evil proudly recompence And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repair And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer Subject him to a Tyrants stern command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime May he by violence untimely dye And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vain His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread Let griping Usurers divide his spoil And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrown Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till he out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his own head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest And like a fatal Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boil And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies Who seek to blast me with malicious lies But Lord in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poor with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every wind My feeble Knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproach hath seiz'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerful Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless And pine with envy at my good success Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALM CX THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Sion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day With their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew Which hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did break Of th' order of Melchisedeck That thou a Priest should'st raign Even while the Sun disperst his Light While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night Or Stars their course maintain God in that Day at thy right hand Their Blood who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill Who over many Nations sway And only their own Wills obey Shall sink beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage PSALM CXI MY Soul the honour of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath shown With joy by their admirers known His glorious deeds all praise transcend His equal Justice knows no end Left in eternal Monuments Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who fear his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Laws and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His fear is the Original Of Wisdom and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never dye PSALM CXII Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who fears the Lord And cheerfully obeys his Word His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endless honour crown'd To him in darkness light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poor provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him down No time deface his just renown Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearless fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th' unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grinde And languish with the grief of minde Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALM CXIII Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening
only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
I Vices should affect Would not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard Which my tongue with tears preferr'd Sourâ—e of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALM LXVII LOrd show'r on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extol thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourn in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With fear adore PSALM LXVIII LEt God the God of Battail rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoak which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyful Songs his Praise resound Who riding on the rowling Sphears The Name of great Jehovah bears Before his Face your joys express A Father to the fatherless He wipes the tears from Widows eyes The single Plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound While Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march'd through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shook With his majestick Presence strook When Israels God in Clouds came down High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crown He in th' approach of meager Dearth With show'rs refresht the fainting Earth Where his own Flock in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels sing He Kings with their vast Armies foils While women share their wealthy spoils You who among the Pots have lain In Soot and Smoak shall shine again Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove Whose wings with golden Splendor move When he the Kings had overthrown Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountain Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends Why boast you so ye meaner Hills God with his Glory Sion fills This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence His Chariots twenty thousand were Which Myriads of Angels bear He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Self hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivity Deck'd with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestows Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods Who his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Iacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring again And through the bottom of the Main That Dogs may lap their enemies blood And they wade through a crimson Flood We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers march'd before Who instruments of Musick bore In order followed Every Maid Upon her pleasant Timbrel plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountain spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Iudah from his Mountain-throne The far removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Iordan where his stream dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Ierusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Bulls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea Which beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdoms through the World renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides Whose voice the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throws A trembling horror on his Foes While us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALM LXIX LOrd snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deep Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yielding mud There where no bottom can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight fails my long-expecting Eyes My Hairs are not in number more Than my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never took restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithful blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor O! let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a general scorn Deserted by my near Allies By children of my Mother born Through zeal unto thy Honour worn While thy reproach upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my looks exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Yet shall my Prayers and Sighs ascend Even in an acceptable hour Thy Mercy gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almighty Power Let not the swallowing mud devour Preserve from such a shameful end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keep Let not the Billows overflow Nor Whirl-pits suck into their Deep O pity Thou the Eyes that weep And thy Transcendent Mercy show Hear and redeem without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soul in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc'd Was ever Sorrow half so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Grief no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eat And Vinegar to quench my Thirst. O be their board a snare to those Prosperity it self a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkness close And let them fall by their own weight Pour on them thy Eternal hate With vengeance multiply their woes In Ruins let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Souls with slander wound Let their Iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercy joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Daies Though poor to misery begot Yet Thou shalt my dejection raise Then will I celebrate thy Praise My thankful Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Than Bulls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Horns with Garlands
Thou our defence secure beneath thy Wing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroe powr'd my Sacred Oyl To guide my People and preserve from spoil â— will support him with my powerful Arm No â—oe shall tribute force nor Treason harm His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soul by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemency shall crown his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He â—rom the Billows of the Tyrian Main To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reign Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall â—e Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reign his Throne shall last While days have light and nights their shadows cast If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heir To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usual Race should through the Zodiack run While Men the Moon and radiant Stars should see The faithful witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy own Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworn Thou from his Brows his Diadem hast torn Cast down the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks levell'd with the ground Whom now his Neighbours scorn a common prey And spoil to all that travail by the way Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes Who now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharp Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrink in fervour of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renown In ruins buried and his Throne cast down His Youth consumed with untimely Age Mark'd out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourn Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burn O call to mind the shortness of my daies That dream of Man which like a Flow'r decays Who lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemn Oath Remember the Reproaches I have born Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorn Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soul praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fourth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XC O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aâ—ry Mountains had their birth Or Fabrick of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But frail man daily dying must At thy Command return to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand years are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by thy Torrent swept from hence An empty Dream which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sins although by Night conceal'd By shame and fear are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our years we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sickness strive Cut off with winged hast Who knows the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadful anger hath Proportion'd his due fear Teach us to number our frail Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sin forbear Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknown comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearful beams reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Bless our attempts with aid divine And by thy Hand direct PSALM XCI WHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of War or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers train The tainted airs infectious breath His Truth in perils shall sustain And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrows slay Nor Pestilence devour by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sink on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft â—â—nce God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vows direct No evil shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roof-infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Lest thou at any time shouldst slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basilisk shalt tread The Mountain Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix'd his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soul from danger free And from the reach of Envy raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALM XCII THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankful hearts and joyful tongues To renown thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Stars arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firm faith in grateful Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemn Harp begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy Works my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds Who thy Wonders can express All thy Thoughts are fathomless Hid from Men in Knowledge blind Hid from Fools to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in May Parch'd with Heat and nipt with Frost Soon shall fade for ever lost Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horn Like a youthful Unicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly hear of their retreat But the Just like Palms shall flourish Which the Plains of Iudah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court
flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers Submits himself to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creep below The poor he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Womb The Childless Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALM CXIV WHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his own People sanctifi'd And he himself became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Iordan shrunk into his Head The cloudy Mountains skipt like Rams The little Hills like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Iordan shrunk'st thou to the Head Why Mountains did you skip like Rains And why you little Hills like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Iacobs Race Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake When Springs from flinty intrails brake PSALM CXV WE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aid afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing Word Why should th' insulting Heathen cry Where 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and Silver be Made by a frail Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumb mouths and ears that cannot hear Fools on their Altars incense throw Who nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to move or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senseless they who Idols make Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Help and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that fear him trust He shall protect you in distress The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithful Servants bless The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poor and who in power excel That love and on his aid rely They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow Whose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reigns Among the sons of men divides The Earth and all that Earth contains Who sleep within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALM CXVI MY Soul intirely shall affect The Lord whose ears my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd The greedy jaws of Hell prevail'd Deprest with grief When all relief And humane pity fail'd I cry'd My God O look on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble mind by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soul then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my tears Redeem'd from Death and deadly fears That still I might Walk in his sight And number many years Thus with a firm belief I pray'd Yet in extreams of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortal birth Even all of Lies are made What shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALM CXVII YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd With constant Faith PSALM CXVIII PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confess that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercy springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battails then how can â— fear the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Far better to have Confidence â—n God than trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Than on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round â— with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarm His holy Name and pow'rful Arm Shall soon consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorn devours Mad men his Fall you seek in vain Whom great Jehovah's Hands sustain He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerful Wrong Our Tents with publick Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his own Right hand hath fought His own Right hand hath Wonders wrought â— shall not dye but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects â—et from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doors set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doors at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymns immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries That Stone the Builders from them cast Is 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 bless And daily pray for your success God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Souls and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars horns a Lamb 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 eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXIX ALEPH. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seek with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray No tempting Vice shall those from Virtue draw Who with unfainting Zeal observe his Law â—â—rd by thy sacred Rule my steps direct â—hose shall not blush who thy Commands affect â—y Justice learnt my Soul shall sing thy Praise â—â—rsake me