he that did rebell Thou did'st subdue that he with thee might dwell 19 Blessed be God who pours on us his grace From day to day he 's God of our Solace 20 He 's God alone who 's our Salvation ever And who from grief and pain doth us deliver 21 But God shall wound the head of 's enemies And th' hairy scalp of those that ill devise 22 From Bashan I he said my folk will bring From depth of Seas and from the liquid spring 23 Their feet shall dip in th' blood of those my Name That hate th' tongues of their dogs shall do the same 24 They 've seen how thou dost all thy foes deface And how thou go'st into thine holy place 25 Singers the Van lead Minsterells the reare Damsels in midsts of Timbrills playing were 26 Let Israel's Congregation praise the Lord Let Jacobs seed do th' like with one accord 27 Their chief was Ben. But Juda made the hosts With Zebulun Napthali in their coasts 28 As God hath giv'n the pow'r so Lord command The thing in us thou 'st wrought ever to stand 29 Thy temple in gifts give the Lord will we Kings at Je-ru-sa-lem give praise to thee 30 Rebuke great spear-men that prize war not peace As Bulls and Calves their tumults cause to cease Till they submit and tribute to thee yeeld Scatter thou them and make them quit the field 31 Princes from Egypt then shall come to see And Ethiopia stretch her hand to thee 32 Ye Kingdomes of the Earth sing to the Lord And to our God all praises due afford 33 To him that rides upon the Heavens high That was of old his voice doth peirce the skie 34 All strength to God ascribe praise him aloud His strength mounts Is-ra-el and 's o're the cloud 35 O God thy holiness is dread e're more Jacobs God gives us strength praise him therefore PSAL. LXIX SAVe me O God lest waters me o're spread So nigh my soul they come I 'm fore afraid 2 I stick in mire and almost drowned be I feel no ground the seas so o're flow me 3 With crying oft I faint my throat is drie Mine eyes me fail while I look God on high 4 My foes that hurt my soul with hate are led In number they surmount th' haires of my head They vex me causlesse prosper and are glad And make me give the things that I ne're had 5 O Lord thou know'st the foolishnesse of me Nor are my iniquities hid from thee 6 Let none that seek and wait on thee have shame 7 Because I 've born reproach that bears thy Name 8 Unto my brethren stranger I became And to Mothers son I alien am 9 For th' zeal to thee I bear they fall on me I grieve to hear their checks and taunts at thee 10 I wept chastned my soul with fast yet they To give me great reproach do not delay 11 Of sackcloth also I my garment made As of a Proverb so of me they said 12 They speak ' gainst me that sit within the Gate And drunkards frequently of me do prate 13 Lord then I pray that when it pleaseth thee Thou wilt alway send down thine aide to me 14 Let me not sinck but from the mire me keep From enemies and from the waters deep 15 Lest with the waves the depth should me devour And that the pit should shut me in her power 16 O Lord to me give ear for thou' rt most kind As thou art mercifull have me in mind 17 Hide not thy face from me O Lord for I In trouble am but answer speedily 18 Redeem my soul O Lord do thou draw nigh And me deliver from mine enemy 19 Thou know'st what shame and troubles fall on me For all mine enemies before thee be 20 Reproach and heaviness my heart have broke I look't for pity but none eas'd the stroke 21 And in my meat they also gave me gall When thirst they gave me Vinegar withall 22 Lord make their table then become a snare That prove their trap where they thought well to fare 23 Blind thou their eyes that they may never see And to themselves a terrour let them be 24 Thy wrath and indignation on them pour In thy displeasure cease on them each hour 25 Let thou their dwelling place be desolate Let none dwell in their tents but all them hate 26 Where thou dost smite they wound without relief Whom thou dost wound they still augment their grief 27 Adde sin unto their sin nor let them come 28 Into thine own account or th' righteous sum 29 But poor O God and sorrowfull am I Let thy salvation set me up on high 30 Then with a song I 'le praise thy holy Name And with thanksgiving magnifie the same 31 This Offering far please thee better shall Then either Ox or Bullock from the stall 32 The humble shall see this also the meek Your hearts shall live which after God do seek 33 He hears the poor nor pris'ners doth despise 34 Earth Seas him praise and all above the skies 35 He 'l Juda's City build and Sion save Much people there their dwelling place shall have 36 Seed of his servants there inherit shall Who loves his Name shall it possesse withall PSAL. LXX 1 MAke haste O God make haste me to deliver Make haste to help me thou' rt my God for ever 2 Put them to shame which do my soul pursue Put them to flight that seek to make me rue 3 For a reward of shame turn them away That scornfully at me do cry Aha 4 Let all those that thee seek be glad rejoyce Such as thee love thee magnifie in voyce 5 But I poor needy am deliver me Thou art my help Lord therefore set me free PSAL. LXXI 1 O Lord my God I trust in thy great Name Let me therefore never be put to shame 2 And in thy righteousness deliver me Incline thine ear and also set me free 3 Be thou my rock to whom resort I may Thou said'st thou would'st my fortresse be alway 4 From th' wicked's hands O Lord deliver me And from those hands that work iniquitie 5 Thou art my hope in whom I dayly trust Ev'n from my youth to thee I had a lust 6 Thou hast me kept e're since that I was born Therefore I 'le praise thee evening and morn 7 As to a wonder folk to me do throng But thou to me O Lord art refuge strong 8 Let thou my mouth be filled with thy praise And of thine honour let me talk alwayes 9 Refuse me not when age my limbs doth take Though strength me fail do not my soul forsake 10 For all my foes would take me through deceit And they that for my soul do dayly wait 11 Say God's forsook him let 's him threaten ever For there is none that now can him deliver 12 O Lord thou need ne're absent from me be But in great haste do thou give help to me 13 Confound my foes and make them all
the simple and obscure 8 Gods statutes make Mens hearts rejoyce for why Their just and pure enligh-te-ning the eye 9 The fear of God for ever doth endure His Judgements are most true most just most pure 10 They are beyond the reach of any Mony More sweet then hony combs or then the hony 11 By them I know tis thee I must regard In keeping them I shall have great reward 12 what man is there that can his errors spy Then clense me Lord from mine iniquity 13 And let me over sin get Victorie That I from all offences may be free 14 Lord take my words and heart into thy sight Thou art my strength do thou judge me aright PSAL. XX. 1 IN all adversitie God hear thee still And Jacobs God defend thee from all ill 2 And send thee help from his high Sanctuarie 3 And out of Sion likewise strengthen thee 4 Remembring thy offerings and sacrifice 5 Granting thy will fulfilling thy device 6 We will rejoyce in thee alone and on Thy Name we trust grant our Petition 7 The Lord will his Anointed only save And be his help if help of him he crave 8 In Charrets and in Horses some do trust But wee 'l call on our God who is most Just 9 So we do rise but they for ever fall Save Lord and let the King hear us that call PSAL. XXI 1 HOw joyful is the King for in thy brest He safely lies and therein takes his rest 2 For thou hast given him his hearts desire And ne're withheld what he did once require 3 And thou prevented'st him with manifold Blessings and set on 's head a Crown of Gold 4 He ask't thee life him thou it never gainsaid 5 But Majesty and Honour on him laid 6 For ever thou hast made me blest to be I 'm glad when I thy countenance can see 7 The King doth trust in God him he doth love God is his stay he therefore ne'r shall move 8 Thou shalt stay them that do thee once withstand And let them feel thy mighty power and hand 9 As in an Oven so burn them with Flame And in thy anger put them all to shame 10 Their fruit shall be destroyed and ev'n then Their seed may go from just and godly men 11 For they of mischeif muse against thy Name But have no power to execute the same 12 Then as a mark set them in open place And with thine arrowes keen hit them on face 13 Exalt thy self in strength Lord every hour And we will praises sing unto thy power PSAL. XXII 1 My God why dost thou me forsake or why Helps thou me not in my extremity 2 To thee O God all day I cry and call And eke all night yet hear'st thou not at all 3 Thou art the joy of Is-ra-el for ever 4 Our Parents trust thee thou didst them deliver 5 They were delivered when to thee they cri'd They trusted in thee and were not denyed 6 But now I am a worm no man become Reproach to people and their outcast scum 7 All men that ere do meet me on my way Do grin and laugh at me And thus they say 8 This man did trust in God but now wee 'l see Whether he can from us deliver thee 9 God brought me from my mothers womb to rest And kept me whil'st that I did suck her brest 10 No sooner born but I was cast on thee My God thou prov'd a loving Lord to me 11 Depart not from me in my present grief For in thy absence none can give releif 12 There 's many Buls which compassed me round Strong Bulls whose food hath been on Bashan ground 13 They gape at me as if they would me Slay Much like a Lyon Roaring for his Prey 14 I am like water shed my bones do beat And I like wax do melt ' gainst any heat 15 My strength like to a potters sherd doth dry My tongue cleaves to my jawes in dust I die 16 Sinners and Dogs beset me in the street They with curst hatred pierce my hands and see 17 I like Anatomie on me they stare When grief my flesh consum'd and bones lay bare 18 My garments eke amongst them they divide My seamless coat who shall have lots decide 19 Be not far from me therefore but make speed Thou art my strength Lord help me in my need 20 And from the Sword Lord by thy mighty power Save me from dogs that would my soul devour 21 From Lyons eke do thou deliver me From horns of Unicornes Lord set me free 22 Unto my Brethren I 'le declare thy Name And in thy Temple I 'le shew forth thy Fame 23 All that do fear the Lord praise ye his Name Jacob and Israels seed do ye the same 24 He hateth not the poor nor turns awry His Countenance but hearkeneth to their cry 25 In mid'st of Saints I will set forth thy praise And vows perform to thee behight alwayes 26 With plenty he shall satisfie the meek Their hearts shall live for ever that him seek 27 All coasts of th' earth shal turn to thee for grace The heathens worship shall thy glorious face 28 The heathens kingdom God shall have therefore And be their Governour for ever-more 29 Those that be sat on earth shall bow to thee To dust they go from death none can be free 30 A seed shall serve the Lord so shall it be Counted his own to all posteritie 31 His righteousness declares both all and some Unto a people that is yet to come PSAL. XXIII 1 GOd is my Shepheard I shall never need 2 I drink sweet waters in good ground I seed 3 When I 'm nigh lost then home he doth me take And lead me in his paths for his own sake 4 Though I were at deaths door I 'le fear none ill For with thy staff thou comfortest me still 5 Thou spread'st my head in presence of my foes Thou noint'st my table with oile my cup or'e flowes 6 While breath doth last thy grace shall me defend And in thy house my life I 'le ever spend PSAL. XXIV 1 THe earth 's the Lords all store therein is his And eke the world with those that therein is 2 For he hath founded it it safely stands On liquid waters as if 't were on Lands 3 Gods Holy Hill into who shall ascend A sure inhabitant unto the end 4 Whose heart hands life are spotless and upright 'T is such alone that are the Lords delight 5 Such shall a blessing from the Lord obtain His righteousness with them shall ere remain 6 This is the brood of them that seek thy face As Jacob did the Israelite in 's race 7 Open ye Gates ye everlasting Gate The King let enter in his glorious State 8 Who is this King The strong and mighty God The mighty Lord in battle with his Rod. 9 Open your Gate and everlasting Dore And let him in who entered before 10 Who is this King The Lord of hosts it
ME keep O Lord from th' evil mans intent Preserve me from the man that 's violent 2 Which mischiefs in their hearts think on and are Daily together gathered for war 3 Their tongues like Serpents sharpened they have Under their tongues doth Adders poison cleave 4 Keep me O Lord from th' wickeds hands also And eke from him who would my steps o're-throw 5 The proud a snare and cords for me did hide For me they spread a net by th' high-way side 6 I said unto the Lord thou' rt God my choice Therefore O Lord hear thou thy Servants voice 7 O God and eke of my Salvation aid In day of war thou 'st made me not afraid 8 Th' wicked's device Lord further not nor grant Lest they themselves exalt force us to want 9 As for their heads that compass me all over Let th' mischief of their lips and tongues them cover 10 Let them in fire be cast and there remain And from deep pits never to rise again 11 Let no ill speaker long live here below Ill hurt shall th' violent man and him o're-throw 12 I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain And th' right of th' poor shall e're with them remain 13 Surely th' upright shall thanks give to thy Name Th' just shall live in thy sight and do the same PSAL. CXLI 1 TO thee I call make hast O Lord on high Hear thou my voice when unto thee I cry 2 As incense let my pray'r ascend to thee My hands up lift as sacrifices be 3 Set thou a watch O Lord my mouth before And of my lips be keeper of the dore 4 To any evil thing put not mine heart In th' practise of lewde works give me no part 5 ' Mongst those that sin work Lord do not me seat Neither let me once of their dainties eat 6 'T is good for me if good men do me smite And me reprove like oil 't shall me delight 7 When th'judges are in stony place o're-thrown They'st hear my words they 'r sweet like them there 's none 8 Our bones are scattered at th' mouth of th' grave As when on earth one wood doth cut and cleave 9 But I Lord lift mine eyes to thee most just Do not forsake my soul in thee 's my trust 10 Me keep from th' snare which they have laid for me And th'gins of those that work iniquitie 11 Let th' wicked men into their own nets fall Ev'n whilest that I escape their dangers all PSAL. CXLII 1 I Cry'd unto the Lord ev'n with my voice And made my prayer unto my God and choice 2 To him my deep complaint I poured out Shew'd him the grief which compast me about 3 When spirit was o're-whelm'd my path thou knew For me asnare they laid close from my view 4 I look't about saw none that would me know None car'd for me my refuge fail'd also 5 I cry'd to thee thou' rt my defence I said I' th' livings Land my portion and mine aid 6 I 'm brought full low attend unto my cry Me keep from foes that stronger are then I. 7 My soul from prison bring thy Name to praise Saints me shall compasse when thou dost me raise PSAL. CXLIII 1 Lord hear my prayer to thee my suit attend As thou art gracious answer to me send 2 Judge not thy servant Lord be thou his guide For in thy sight none shall be justifi'd 3 For foes pursu'd my life smite me to ground I 've dwelt in darkness like men dead I 'm found 4 My spirit 's over-whelm'd and eke my heart Within me 's desolate there 's no whole part 5 I 'm mindfull of times past and meditate Thy works on which with hands thou didst create 6 To thee O Lord stretch forth mine hand did I My soul thirsts after thee in Land most dry 7 Me hear my heart fails hide not th' face from me Lest like to those that go to pit I be 8 Cause me to hear thy love I trust in thee Lift up my soul to walk aright teach me 9 Me keep O Lord from all mine enemies And eke me hide from those ' gainst me arise 10 Thou art my God thou' rt good teach me thy will Th' Land of uprightness lead me into still 11 Raise me for thy Names sake O Lord my King For th' justice sake my soul from trouble bring 12 All them that me afflict O Lord destroy For I 'm thy servant thou' rt my onely joy PSAL. CXLIV 1 BLest be the Lord my strength who by his might My hands doth teach to war fingers to fight 2 My goodness strength deliverer and shield In whom I trust he makes my people yeeld 3 Lord what is man that thou dost knowledge take Of him and his and wilt not them forsake 4 Man is most like to vanity and 's day Is like a shaddow that doth passe away 5 The heavens bow O Lord descend the same The Mountains touch and they shall smoke like flame 6 Light'ning cast forth and scatter them abroad Shoot out thy darts and them destroy O God 7 Send down thine hand O Lord deliver me From waters great from strangers set me free 8 Whose subtill mouth of vanity doth speak And whose right hand doth into falshood break 9 I 'le sing a song most new to God on high With ten string instruments thee praise will I. 10 'T is he Salvation that to Kings doth give Who David keeps from sword makes him to live 11 Rid me from children strange I thee intreat Whose mouth is vanity whose hand deceit 12 That our sons may as plants grow up not fade And Daughters eke as palaces be made 13 Our garners that with store they may be found And that our sheep in streets may much abound 14 That Oxen for our labour may be strong Besieg'd by none none in our streets do wrong 15 In such a case who 're found blest are all they Yea happy're those whose Gods the Lord their stay PSAL. CXLV 1 FOr ever-more O Lord I 'le blesse thy Name O God my King I will extoll the same 2 Yea ev'ry day I will advance thy praise I thee will blesse both now and eke alwayes 3 Great is the Lord to be advanced high Unsearchable his goodness 'bove the skie 4 From age to age all praise thy mighty deeds And tell what wondrous acts from thee proceeds 5 Of th' glorious honour of thy Majesty I 'le speak and of thy wondrous works most high 6 Th' might of thy dreadfull acts men shall lay bare And I my self thy greatness will declare 7 They 'l utter much goodness of thee their King They of thy righteousness aloud shall sing 8 God gracious is he hath compassion store To anger slow he'th mercy ever-more 9 He 's good to all his mercy tender is O're all his works for all the earth is his 10 O Lord thy works for ever shall thee praise Saints shall not cease thy Name to bless alwayes 11 Of th' glorious
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