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A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David by Sam. Woodford.
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Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700.
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who hast defended me I flie And on Thy power alone for help relie Be not farr off to save since trouble is so nigh VI. Around with Bulls I fiercely was beset Basans wilde Bulls whom none but Thou couldst tame And with their hoofs the ground they beat And open mouth'd upon me bellowing came Like ravening Lions hasting to the prey That roar and call their fellow beasts away Such was their noyse and haste but savager were they VII My blood and spirits like water are pour'd out And all my bones are from their joynts remov'd My heart it self to th' fire is brought And melted down like Silver to be prov'd A Potsheard from the fornace is less dry My shriv'led tongue close to my jaws do's ly And I bear all th' effects of death before I die VIII Dogs hunted me nay worse than dogs those men I came to save in judgment on me sate My Good deeds were forgotten then Nor could my innocence their rage abate But sentence given lots for my Coat they cast And on a rack my naked body plac'd Whose staring bones only by them could be out-fac'd IX On me they star'd and furious through their pride With cruel nails pierc'd through my hands and feet Then open'd with a Spear my side To see my heart where all those wounds did meet But mighty Saviour be not farr away Rise to my help and make no longer stay Least to their bloody Sword my Soul be made a prey X. Thou who hast sav'd me from strong Unicorns Now from the Lions mouth Lord rescue me These hungry Dogs and fierce Bulls horns Nor to their rage let me deliver'd be Then to my Brethren I 'l Thy power declare And Trophies to Thy mighty conquest rear And with the Captive Spoyls Thy Courts shall look more fair XI All you who fear the Lord recount His praise And you blest Jacobs seed His Honour sing Who though most fearfull in His ways And the Worlds Judge is both your God and King Who never has the poor mans suit deny'd Nor from my tears His glorious face did hide But heard and answer'd me as soon as e're I cry'd XII Of Him alone my numerous Song shall bee To whose great hand I all my safety ow And in Thy Church I 'l pay to Thee Whatever there I in my fears did vow Then shall the poor with famine long opprest Eat and be full the weary be at rest And those who fear Thy Name with peace and joy be blest XIII The worlds wide ends when they Thy power shal know Again to their Allegiance shall return Their Kings shall to Thy Footstool bow And now in love for their Rebellions burn Acknowledge Thee the Universal King Who on their Princes do'st confusion bring And make Heav'ns Vault with their loud acclamations ring XIV My seed shall serve Him for they shall be His And tell the wondrous works which He has done How Righteous and how Good He is And to the Age to come His Name make known That those who long hence shall a People bee When they the Records of these times shall see May trust in Him who did all this as well as Wee Psalm XXIII Dominus regit me nihil c. I. THE Mighty God who all things do's sustain That God who nothing made in vain Who nothing that He made did e're disdain The Mighty God my Shepherd is He is my Shepherd I His sheep Both He is mine and I am His About His Flock He alwaies watch do's keep When God provides Poor Man can nothing need And He who hears young Ravens cry His Sheep will feed II. And as His Flock the Faithful Shepherd leads To purling Brooks and flowry Meads And by soft streams in pleasant Pastures feeds So do's the Mighty God with me Conduct's me to the bubling springs Himself is pleas'd my Guide to be And when I stray again me homewards brings Making His love in thousand favours known Not for my goodness sake but only for His own III. Secur'd by Him I will no danger fear Not death it self if it were near And should in its most horrid shape appear Death's gloomy shadow by His Sun Shall chearfull grow as morning light And at the day His eye ha's sprung The grave it self shall with new beams look bright Thy Staff shall bear me up My Way O God Not by my Scepter shall be guarded but Thy Rod. IV. 'T is Thou who all times dost my Table spread Both fill'st my Cup and crown'st my head And by the same hand I am sav'd and fed My Enemies see it and repine And when they look that I should fall Behold me with more glory shine And that Almighty Hosts are at my call Lord since Thy mercies thus to me extend My life thou best know'st when let my Praise never end Psalm XXIV Domini est terra plenitudo c. I. THE Earth and all the Earth contains Infinite Hills innumerable Plains With all their Riches are that Gods who o're them reigns II. The Universe is His and all Those glorious Beings which compleat this Ball The Hand which holds it and them first from nought did call III. God founded it upon the Flood First made the world then saw that it was good And on unstable waves unmov'd it since has stood IV. He all things made but Sion chose Before all places for His own repose Sion His Palace who no other builder knows V. But who shall Sion's Mount ascend Be counted worthy there his life to spend And undisturb'd may at thy Altar Lord attend VI. He whose pure hands no stains defile Whose heart is innocent and free from guile And tongue blasphemes not God nor do's the Truth revile VII This is the Man who shall receive Blessings from Him who do's all blessings give Both seeks His Face and on His Hill shall ever live VIII Lift up your heads O Gates make room Open ye everlasting Doors for home The King of Glory to His Rest through you will come IX Ask you who is this Glorious King The Lord of Hosts is He. His Triumphs sing Who Vict'ry that you gain'd not to your Gates do's bring X. Lift up your heads O Gates make room Open ye everlasting Doors for home The King of Glory to His Rest through you will come XI Ask you who is this Glorious King The Lord of Host is He. His Triumphs sing And whom you cannot shut out open and let in Psalm XXV Ad te Domine levavi c. I. TO Thee O God my troubled soul I raise Who hast been heretofore my Trust And shalt be still for Thou art ever just Let not my Enemies reproach Thy Waies Nor me count that my shame which is my chiefest Praise II. To follow Thee my God let them do so Who sin and no reward can gain But find too late that all their plots are vain When those who wait on Thee still bolder grow And through Thy
shall thee affright VI. The Pestilence which in thick darkness walks And in the empty City stalks The Sword which on whole Lands do's prey And to bear witness calls the day When Thou appear'st shall turn another way VII On Thy left hand it shall a thousand smite And kill ten thousand on Thy right But nigher shall not come to Thee Only Thine eyes with joy shall see What the Rewards of all the wicked be VIII Because Thou to my Rock for help did'st fly Above Thy fears to the Most High There shall no evil Thee befall Near Thee shall come no Plague at all Who art beyond their reach and lowdest call IX Around in Bands His Angels shall attend And guard Thee to Thy Journeys end To lead Thee some and some to strow Those wayes with flowers which others show And make the paths all smooth where Thou shalt go X. Thou on the Basilisks proud neck shalt tread The Lion shall bow down his head With them shall conquer'd Dragons meet And humbly stooping at Thy Feet Their Captive Chains unto each other greet XI To Me saies God he look'd and therefore I Will where he look'd set him on high I was the Object of his Love For as his Prayers did upward move T was that they sounded in my ears above XII To Me in all his troubles shall he cry I 'le answer him and speedily Will bring him out with songs of praise Give him long life and happy daies And after crown him with Eternal Bayes Psalm XCII Bonum est confiteri Dominum c. I. WHat Saints in Heav'n and Angels do I 'le count my Duty and my Honour too Morning and Night Great God to raise My Song as high as Thou hast set Thy Praise With all the Numbers Musick can invent My Voice and Harp and Ten-string'd Instrument That what from Thee first came may back to Thee be sent II. Thou hast deserv'd it and my Song Shall tell abroad what Thy great hand ha's done And in Thy wondrous Works I will rejoyce And with the lofty subject fill my voice But Lord what Verse can with thy Power compare And shew Thy thoughts or what Thy Counsels are Which Fools despise and none can as they ought declare III. For when like Grass the wicked spring And prosper for a season in their sin 'T is that like Grass they may be mown And dung that Field which they before did crown Thou who on high dost all their malice see And that less mine than they were foes to Thee Hast thus design'd that their eternal fall should be IV. But Thou on high shalt raise my head And on it make the Sacred Oyl be shed And raise it as the Unicorn To guard his Empire lifts his Sovereign Horn And then upon my bloody Enemies My ears shall have their wish and then my eyes Without regret their misery shall see and hear their cryes V. Then like the Palm the Just shall grow And as if under weights more beauteous show Like Cedars shall be ever green The World's renown as they the Woods havebeen His hand which planted them shall make them thrive The Sacred Earth new roots and sap shall give Both in His Courts to flourish and in His House to live VI. There shall they live and have a Spring As constant as the soil they 're planted in Age shall but render them more fair More gay and fruitful than in youth they were That all the World Thy Power O God may know And to Thy Kingdom 's Righteous Scepter bow Who mak'st the Green Tree wither and the Dry to grow Psalm XCIII Dominus regnavit decorem c. I. SUbmit your Crowns O Kings for God do's reign And ha's Himself put on His Crown Throw at His Feet your Scepters down And pardon by your quick submission gain Unto your selves ascribe His Power no more But what He first gave you to him again restore II. Girt round with Majesty the Lord do's reign His Kingdom is the World He made And on such sure Foundations laid That like his Word it shall unmov'd remain 'T is there he rules but Heav'n is fit alone For our best Wishes since He there ha's set His Throne III. There as He sits the Floods would to Him rise Their threatning heads on high they bear But hopeless ever to come near Roar and send up their clamours to the skyes Above He hears and scorns them stills their noise And in their loudest roaring makes them hear His voice IV. All things obey His Will whose Law 's so sure That all things by it firmly stand From Nothing that did first command Their Beings and now makes them to endure Thy Power O God do's reach us every where But in Thy Temple do's Thy Holiness appear Psalm XCIV Deus ultionum Dominus c. I. JUdge of the Universe Great Lord of All Equal Disposer of Rewards and Punishments Arise and to Thy Barr the Nations call Both for their Actions to be judg'd and their intents Arise Great Judge that by Thy Just Decree As are the Proud Man's Merits his Reward may be II. How long my God shall He unpunisht go And then most prosper when he most do's Thee offend Speaking hard things of what he do's not know And make to patient Heav'n his blasphemies ascend To Heav'n he raises his exalted Crown And under-foot Heaven's Holy seed the while treads down III. A Widdow now and then a Stranger slayes And with theirs drinks the blood of th' murd'red Fatherless Ha's several baits to throw for several preys And several snares which he can unsuspected dress So close he saith and from suspition free That Jacob's God though He stood by should never see IV. Canst thou be then so brutish and unwise Fond Man to think He sees not or not hears Who made at first the light and gave Thee eyes And form'd for sounds the subtil windings of thy ears Or can the World 's just Ruler partial be Or God Himself know nothing who at first taught thee V. He knows the Heart and the most secret thought How vain are Our desires Our hatred love and fears And happy Man who ha's the skill been taught To know Himself though he with chastening learn't tears In trouble God will give him rest and peace And by the wicked's fall his glory shall increase VI. For the Wise God will not His choice forsake Nor His inheritance to strangers ever leave Justice and Right again the Chair shall take And injur'd Innocence then clear'd its Crown receive Never to be opprest or suffer more But have rewards above the wrongs it felt before VII But whence said I shall come my present aid Or who against my foes my Title will defend Hadst not Thou Lord my help and shield been made The grave e're this had put to that and me an end But when I slipt Thy Mercies me sustain'd And in the tumults of my thoughts Thy Comforts reign'd VIII For can God said I or the Holy