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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	abide_v	hill_n	zion_n	17	3	8.7979	4	false

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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

life 's upright and whose waies and workes are iust and streight Whose heart thoughts of truth disclose and whose tongue speakes no deceit Nor wish nor will his neighbour ill in body honour goods or name Nor willing takes false tales or makes reports that might impaire the same That in heart doth not regard malicious wicked men and vile But who love and feare the Lord he maketh much of them the while That keeps his oath his word and troth according to their free intent Nor will forgoe his promise though he finde it to his detriment That indeed hath never lent to the vsurious trade his coine Ne for to hurt the innocent did bribe play false or else purloine Who so doth all these things that shall be pleasing to thy heavenly doome Lord cannot here in this world feare nor perish in the world to come PSALME 16. SAve me and preserve me ever O my God for in thy word I trusted and my soule persever thou hast said unto the Lord Thou art my Lord my King my God my goods are nothing unto thee Those love I well on earth that dwell in vertue that excelling be Sorrowes to them that runne after other gods shall be enlarged Their blood offerings I 'le not offer neither shall my lips be charged Once with their names to shew the same The Lord himselfe disdaineth not My heritage free portion to be my cup and to maintaine my lot Vnto me the line is fallen in a faire and pleasant place A goodly heritage befallen I will praise Iehovah's grace That warning gave my soule to save my reins anights his chastnings bide I set thee and at my right hand Lord stood'st thou that I should not slide Heart was glad my tongue and glory flesh reioyce and rest in hope For thou wilt not leave me sorry nor my soule in grave to droope And since from grave my soule to save thou wilt not let to set me free Shall never sure in pit impure thy holy One corruption see Thou shalt show O Lord most holy unto me the path of life For with thee the fountaine wholly is of health and pleasures rise Before thy face that happie place abounds with ioy such plenteous store Thy presence and at thy right hand full blisse and life for evermore PSALME 19. LOrd the Heavens high and faire starrie Spheares and Orbes there under Gloriously they do declare all thy mightie workes of wonder Day to day do shew the same night to night record thy fame No language tongue or speech in which their voices are not found Thy noble acts with lively sound to th' ends of th' earth to preach There he set a Tabernacle for the Son that Bridegroome wife From his chambers receptacle doth in Eastern regions rise And with valiant champions grace giant-like to run his race Advanceth in the skie from end to end that nothing did Escape or from the heat were hid or beames of daies bright eye Perfect and the soule converting is thy law and iudgments sure Wisdome to the weake in parting thy commandements are pure Giving light unto the eies they reioyce the heart likewise Thy lawes and statutes either cleane thy feare endures alway Truth thy testimonies ay and righteous altogether Precious more than gold admired than much fin●d gold thy doome Sweeter and to be desired more than hony or hony-combe They forewarne me in my way what 's so deare sweet as they High honour they intend in keeping them 's great recompense Oh who can tell his secret sins how oft he doth offend Cleanse O cleanse my negligence secret faults my soule that staine So freed o're me foule offences nor presumptuous sins shall raigne But from many blots made cleane let my soule her selfe demeane And tongue as may beseeme her that both thought of heart word May acceptable be O Lord my strength and my Redeemer PSALME 33. MY Shepheard is the ever living Lord and so loving I nothing can need In pastures faire by his heavenly word conducting me forth to feed Pleasantly he to the fountaines that be led along by the fruitfull field And my soule he did guide downe to the rivers side that the waters of comfort yeeld Yea though I walke in the vallie of death that I need not to feare none ill For it is thou mak'st me still draw my breath by the power of thy holy will And with thy rod thou wilt save me O God making haste with thy shepheards crooke To relieve me that breath in the shadow of death by thy favour and gracious looke For in the presence of all envious foes my table hast thou richly spread Filling full my cup till it quite overflowes and with balme didst annoint my head So that now finally all my life till I dye to thy mercie my selfe I commend And the Temple of thy grace shall bee my dwelling place where the rest of my daies will I spend PSALME 42. LIke th' Hart that strayes Breathes pants and brayes To the rivers faire to gaine Even so my poore heart right faine My soule I crie Thirsts O when nie To the living God of might Shall I come to appeare in his sight All times my teares Are my repast and food And more my feares When wicked men deride Where now is God thy guide Stood I at the tide In sad and heavie mood My soule ev'n faints Voide of her best delight Since now she wants What freedome once she had When to the Temple glad As her traine she led Musique and songs she might Why art thou so Surcharg'd with woe O my soule and rob'd of rest Hope and help is in God most blest Trust in his Name And praise the same O my God my soule is sad Yet thee I remember glad For Iordans land And little Hermon hill Whiles great deepes and Griefes one another call Ills like to water-falls Stormes whose noise appalls Thy stouds o'rewhelme me still In God by day Mercie and grace I finde By night alway I unto him will sing And as oft praier bring As my heavenly King God of my life I minde To God I say my strength and stay Why hast thou forgotten me Though I mourn and oppressed be Or why else so Do I troubled go As heavie and ill appaid Whiles enemies me upbraid My bones as 't were Smit with a sword asunder Whiles those I feare My foes that me upbraid Where now is God thine aid To me daily said Making at me a wonder Why art thou so Vext O my soule and sore Perplext with woe O trust in God most hie For on his helpe relie Praise him ay will I My God and hope evermore PSALME 43. IVdge my cause O Lord And give sentence for me My iust plea record Against the ungodly throng From deceitfull crue Those that do abhorre me Save me Lord most true And revenge my wrong O God of my strength Why hast thou at length Put me far away from thee And O Lord why so Heavily doe