Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knows no end SCHIN Tyrants oppress thy Word restrains my Mind Wherein I joy like those who Treasure find Fraud I abhor inamour'd on thy Waies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise Who love thy Laws sweet Peace and Safety bless In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgress Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeem since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extol and Laws with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy stray'd Sheep back to thy Pasture bring PSALM CXX DIstrest and in my mind dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successfully I pray'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep'd in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischief shall to thee befall Like Arrows shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou O thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion grows PSALM CXXI TO the Hills thine Eyes erect Help from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchful Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keeps Never slumbers never sleeps He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beams reflect Nor unwholsom Serene shall From the Moons moist influence fall When thou travel'st on the way When at home thou spend'st the Day When sweet Peace thy life delights When imbroyl'd in bloody Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALM CXXII O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Ierusalem our Feet shall tread Within thy Walls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Iudah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortal Praises sing There shall he his Tribunal place The Judgement-feat of Davids Race Your joys shall with your days increase Who love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy Walls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never War thy Bulwarks shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALM CXXIII THou mover of the rolling Sphears I through the Glasses of my Tears To Thee my Eyes erect As Servants mark their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fix our Eyes On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turn our tears to joy O save us Lord by all forlorn The subject of contempt and scorn Defend us from their pride Who live in fluency and ease Who with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALM CXXIV BUt that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day When men inflam'd with wrath against us rose We had alive been swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunk beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrails found our graves Then had their violence like torrents pour'd From melting Hills our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our blood To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Souls like Birds have scap'd the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our only confidence is in his Name Who made the Earth and Heavens immortal frame PSALM CXXV THey who the Lord their Fortress make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise Which dreadful Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hills of Solyma Divine Ierusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despair They should the Laws of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crown thy Israel with Peace PSALM CXXVI WHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dream who were Distracted between Hope and Fear Then sacred Joy fill'd every Breast In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or show'rs which fall on thirsty land Who sow in Tears shall reap in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soil retire The scope and crown of our desire PSALM CXXVII UNless the Lord the house sustain They build in vain In vain they watch unless the Lord The City guard In vain you rise before the Light And break the slumbers of the Night In vain the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unless the Lord with good success Your labours bless For he all good on his bestows And crowns their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitful love Given from above As formidable to the Foe As Arrows from a Giants bow He is belov'd of God and blest Above the rest Whose Quivers with such Shafts abound By men renown'd Nor shall his adversary dread When they at the Tribunal plead PSALM CXXVIII HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction strayes Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a fair and fruitful Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyn Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like green plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who fears the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion bless Thou shalt joy in the success Which the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALM CXXIX OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assail'd As oft have their endeavours fail'd My back with long deep furrows wound As Plow-shares ear the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruel hands
smoother farr His Thoughts of Warr Words softer than the fluent Oil Yet bent to Spoil But thou my Soul thy cares impose On God who will redress thy woes The Just he shall confirm with Joy Th' Unjust destroy Those who in blood and fraud delight Shall set in Night Before their Noon of Life be past But I on God my hopes have plac'd PSALM LVI O Lord protect me by thy Power From such as would my Life devour Who merciless Strive to oppress Nor grant me Truce one hour That would devour me every Day And make my chased Life their prey Yet Lord will I On thee relie When Dangers most dismay Thy Promise I will celebrate In constant hope thy Pleasure wait With patience bear Thy Stay nor fear Frail man or his vain hate My words and deeds they daily wrest And in their thoughts my fall digest Unite in ill And lurk to kill My Feet can find no rest O shall they with impunity Escape and thus their sins enjoy Let Death thy rage Alone asswage Them in their guilt destroy My Wand'rings thou hast numbered Even every Tear mine Eyes have shed Thy Vial holds All in the Folds Of thy large Volume read Assur'd that when on God I call My Foes shall by his Fury fall His Promise I Will magnifie His Truth divulge to All. To him my ready Vows will pay My Vows of Thanks both night and day In whom I trust Nor shall th' Unjust My stedfast Hopes dismay For he hath snatch'd me from the Night Of Death and kept my foot upright That I may still Observe his Will And see the cheerful Light PSALM LVII O Thou from whom all Mercy springs Compassionate my Sufferings And pity me That trust in Thee O shelter with thy shady Wings Until these storms of Woe Clear-up or over-blow Thee I invoke O thou Most High Thou All-performer from the Skie Thy Angels send Let them defend My Soul from him that would destroy O send thy Mercy down With Truth thy Promise crown For Salvage Lions girt me round And they whose Malice knows no bound Their cruel Words More sharp than Swords Their Teeth like Spears and Arrows wound To Heav'n thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise They subtil snares prepared have And bow'd my Souleven to the Grave With wicked wit Have digg'd a pit From which themselves they could not save But justly fell therein Intrapt by their own Sin My ravish'd Heart flames with desire I to the Musick of my Lyre Eternal King Thy Praise will sing Awake my Glory Zeal inspire Awake my Harp and Lute Nor in his Praise be mute To thee before the Morning rise My Lips their Calves shall sacrifice Thy Mercy far The highest Star Thy Truth transcends the lofty Skies To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise PSALM LVIII PErnicious Counsellors Give you Sincere advice to Justice true Or Virtue but in show pursue Your Hearts are still on Mischief bent Your Hands impure and violent Nor favour Truth nor Wrong prevent Even from the womb they blindly stray Born and perverted in one day Lie slander flatter and betray Like Serpents with black poyson swell And charm th' Inchanter ne're so well More deaf than Asps his Charms repel Lord slit their Tongues before they speak Strike out their Teeth which tear the Weak And the young Lions grinders break As Sun-beat Snow so let them thaw And when their weak'ned Bows they draw Let their crack'd Arrows flie like straw Let them like Snails consume away And as untimely Births decay Which never saw the cheerful Day Before their pots can feel the brier God in the Whirl-wind of his Ire Shall blast alive and burn with fire Sin with Revenge at length shall meet The Godly shall rejoyce to see 't And in their blood shall wash their feet Then erring Mortals shall confess There are Rewards for Righteousness And Plagues for such as do transgress PSALM LIX LOrd save me from mine Enemies From those who thus against me rise Like an incensed Flood From those who in Impietie Place their delight and long to die Their hands in guiltless blood Lo for my Soul they lie in wait The Mighty joyn their power and hate Without my blame or crime Without my crime they weapons take And persecute my soul. Awake My God! assist in time Great God of Hosts of Israel These all-oppressing Tyrants quest Nor be to Mercy won At night their mischief they begin Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin And through the City run Behold they vomit bitter words Between their lips they brandish swords Yet say Can these be known But Lord thou shalt their threats deride The empty terrour of their pride And Malice vainly shown I and my strength are in thy Power In thee I trust my Shield my Tower Thy Mercy Lord how great My Foes subjectest to my will Subdue and scatter but not kill Lest we thy Truth forget O be they in their Pride surpris'd Even for the Lies they have devis'd Their curses and close Arts. Consume them from the Land expel To shew God reigns in Israel To Earths remotest parts Hopeless let them return with Night Like grinning Dogs bark but not bite About the City rome Pale meager and half famished Like vagabonds howl they for bread Without or food or home But I before the Day-star spring Will of thy Power and Mercy sing My safety in distress Thou art my Rock my strong Defence My living Verse thy Excellence And Bounty shall express PSALM LX. CAst off and scattered in thine Ire Lord on our woes with pity look The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook Whose yawning ruptures Sighs expire O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent And make Her firmly permanent Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed And mad'st us drink of deadly Wine Yet now thy Ensigns giv'st to Thine Even when beset with trembling dread That we thy Banner may display Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way O hear us who thy Aid implore Lord with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Shechems Spoils be magnifi'd Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine Ephraim my strength in battel bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph on Palastine 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 did'st reject Nor would'st before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe O then when Dangers most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For loe the help of Man is vain Through Thee we valiantly shall fight Our flying Foes thou shalt tread down And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crown PSALM LXI MY God thy Servant hear O lend a willing ear In exile my sad heart From Earths remotest part O'rewhelm'd with Miseries To Thee for succour cries To that High
Trouble dost thou hide thy cheerful face Who want thy Grace The poor pur sue with cruel pride O be they by their own In-ven-tions o-ver-thrown The wicked boast of their success The covetous profanely bless By Thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy pow'r confess Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements far above their sight Their enemies Scoff and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatness ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischief ever prone to ill In secret they Lurk to betray The Innocent in corners kill His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poor are bent He like a Lion in his den Awaits to catch oppressed men Who unaware Light in his snare His couched limbs contracts that then With all his strength he may Rush on his wretched prey His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides his face he minds it not Arise O Lord Draw thy just sword Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poor and desolate O shield them from his hate Why should the wicked God despise And say he looks with careless eyes Their well seen spight Thou shalt requite The poor O Lord on Thee relies Thou help'st the Fatherless Whom cruel men oppress A sunder break the arms of those Who ill affect and good oppose Their crimes explore Untill no more Lurk in their bosoms to disclose Eternal King thy Hand Hath chac'd them from thy Land Lord thou hast heard thy Servants prayer Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare Thy gracious Ear Inclin'd to hear The Fatherless and worn with care Judge thou that Mortals may No more with outrage sway PSALM XI MY God on Thee my hopes relie Why say they to my troubled Soul Arise up to your Mountain flie Flie quickly like a chaced Fowl For loe the Wicked bend their bows Their arrows fit with secret Art That closely they may shoot at those Who are upright and pure in heart If their foundation be destroy'd What can the Righteous build upon God in his Temple doth abide Heav'n is the Great Jehovah's Throne His Eyes behold his Eye-lids try The Sons of Men allows the best But such as joy in cruelty The Lord doth from his Soul detest Snares horrid Tempest Brimstone Fire Their portion on their heads shall light Th' intirely Just affects th' Intire For ever precious in his sight PSALM XII HElp Lord for Godly men decay From Mortals Faith enforced flies And with their sins Companions they Talk of af fected Vanities Their flattering Tongues a bound with Lies Their double Hearts bent to betray God shall those flattering Lips confound And Tongues which swell with proud Disdain Whose boastings arrogantly sound Our Tongues the conquest shall obtain They are our own who shall restrain Or to our Wills prescribe a bound But for th' Oppression of the Poor And Wretches sighs which pierce the Skies Who pity at his Throne implore The Lord hath said I will arise And from their Foes who them despise Deliver all that me adore Gods Word is pure as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd His Arms for ever shall infold All those who in his truth abide The wicked range on ev'ry side When vitious men the Scepter hold PSALM XIII HOw long Lord let me not for e-ver be forgot How long my God wilt thou Contract thy clouded brow How long in mind perplext Shall I be daily vext How long shall he controul Who persecutes my soul Consider hear my cries Illuminate mine eyes Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep in Death Lest my insulting Foe Boast in my overthrow And those who would destroy In my subversion joy But I Thou ever Just Will in thy Mercy trust And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place My Songs shall sing thy Praise That hast prolong'd my Dayes PSALM XIV THe fool hath said in his false heart God cares not what to Man succeeds Abomi nable are their deeds All Ill affects from Good depart Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestial Throne To see if there were any one That understood or sought his Face All from forsaken Truth are flown Corrupt in Body such in Soul Defil'd within without as foul None Good indeavours no not One. Are all that work Iniquity By Ignorance so blindly led My People they devour like Bread Nor call on him who sits on high Their Consciences with terrour quake Since God doth with the Just abide For Poor mens Counsels they deride Who him for their Protection take O that unto thy Israel Salvation might from Sion Spring When God shall us from Bondage bring No joy shall Iacob's joy excel PSALM XV. WHo shall in thy Tent a bide On thy Holy Hill reside He that 's Just and Innocent Tells the truth of his intent Slanders none with venomb'd Tongue Fears to do his Neighbour wrong Fosters not base Infamies Vice beholds with scornful Eyes Honours those who fear the Lord Keeps though to his loss his Word Takes no Bribes for wicked ends Nor to Use his Money lends Who by these directions guide Their pure steps shall never slide PSALM XVI PReserve me my undoubted Aid To whom thou O my Soul hast said Thou art my God no good in me Nor Merit can extend to Thee But to thy blessed Saints that dwell On Earth whose Graces most excell Those Ravish me with pure Delight Their sorrows shall be infinite Who other Gods with Gifts adore Their bloody Off'rings I abhor Nor shall their Names my Lips profane But God my Lot will still maintain He is my Portion he bestows The Cup that with his Bounty flows I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd A fair and large Possession gain'd The Lord will I for ever praise Whose Counsels have inform'd my Wayes And my inflamed Zeal excite To serve him in the silent Night He is my Object by his Hand Confirm'd immoveable I stand Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest Thou wilt not leave my Soul alone In Hell nor let thy Holy One Corruption see But that High-way To Everlasting Life display Thy Presence yields intire delight At thy Right hand Joys infinite PSALM XVII LOrd grant my just Request O hear my cry And Pray'rs that lips untoucht with guile unfold My Cause before thy High Tribunal try And let thine Eyes my Righteousness behold Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recess Like Mettal try'st me yet no Dross hast found â— am resolv'd my Tongue shall not transgress But on thy Word will all my Actions ground So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants fly O lest I slip direct my Steps by Thine Thee invoke for Thou wilt hear my Cry Thine Ear to my afflicted Voice incline O shew thy wondrous Love Thou from their Foâ— Preservest all that on thy Aid depend Lord as
those that seek thy Mercy find Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meek in righteousness shall guide To such his heavenly Will express Which shall with Truth and Mercy bless All such as in his Laws abide My sins so numerous and great O â—or thy honour Lord forget What 's he who fears The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soul refresh'd with calm repose The Land by his fair Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seal his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pitty me so worn with cares Despised poor and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toil and straits wherein I live My sins so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent grown How are they multiply'd of late Who hate me with a deadly hate Deliver O! from shame protect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve Who constantly thy aid expect Redeem thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALM XXVI LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Souls integritie How can I fall When I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reins and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sin offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In grateful verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteem excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwells My life O close Not up with those Whose sin thy Grace expells Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeem O with thy Grace sustain My feet now stand upon the plain Thy Justice I Will magnifie With those who fear thy Name PSALM XXVII GOd is my Saviour my clear light Who then can my repose affright Or what appear Worth such a fear My life protected by his Might Vain hatred vain their power That would my life devour These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once inclose Of fear I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compass me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When storms arise on ev'ry side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shock Hath fixt me on a Rock Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string O hear thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pity and reply When thus the Lord In sweet accord Seek thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seek thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turn aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers known O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me the Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Bear Wrath and Death My Soul had sunk beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undaunted stand His heav'nly Will attend Who timely aid will send PSALM XXVIII MY God my Rock regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of dark Oblivion lie To my ascending Grief give ear When I my hands devoutly rear Before thy Mercy-seat with fear With wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate Who speak of Peace but foster hate Such as their works their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadful punishment Since they will not thy Choice renown But hate whom thou intend'st to crown O build not up but pull them down He hears His Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on ev'ry side â—ince all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my Tears devour My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Bless feed preserve and still advance PSALM XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heav'n and Earth Glory give his Pow'r proclame Magnifie and praise his Name Worship in the Beauty bless Beauty of his Holiness From a dark and show'ring Cloud On the floods that roar aloud Hark! his Voice with terrour breaks God our God in Thunder speaks Powerful in his Voice on high Full of Pow'r and Majestie Lofty Cedars overthrown Cedars of steep Libanon Calf-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthful Unicorn Lab'ring Clouds with Light'ning torn At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for fear Shady Forrests bare appear His renown by ev'ry tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Floods restrains He a King for ever raigns God his People shall increase Arm with Strength and bless with Peace PSALM XXX MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffer'd the proud Enemy To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arm did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vows unto the Lord His perfect Holiness record Whose Wrath but for a Moment stays His quick'ning Favour life bestows Tears may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joys soon-ending Woes In my Prosperity I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortifi'd Am like a stedfast Mountain made But when thou hid'st thy cheerful Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my grief renew Which thus implor'd thy saving Grace What profit can my blood afford When I shall to the Grave descend Can senseless Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercy in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope
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
thy Saints displease For then what were it to be just or good My Soul this secret never understood Till I into thy Sanctuary came And there beheld their Honour end in Shame Thou hast on slippery hights their greatness plac'd Down Head-long from their Noon of glory cast How are they unto Desolation brought Consumed in the moment of a thought Such as a pleasant dream when Sleep forsakes Our flattered sense so when thy Wrath awakes Thou in thy dreadful fury shalt destroy Their empty and Imaginary joy These former thoughts did my weak Soul molest So ignorant so vain so like a beast Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand Thou held'st me up by thy Almighty hand Thou by thy counsel shalt direct my waies And after to eternal Glory raise For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above Or what on Earth can my Affections move My Thoughts and Flesh are frail yet Lord thou art My Portion and the Vigour of my Heart Who thee abandon shall to Death descend And they whose knees to cursed Idols bend I as my duty will to God repair On Him rely and his great Acts declare PSALM LXXIV LOrd why hast Thou abandoned O why for ever shall thine Ire Consume like a devouring Fire The Sheep which in thy pastures fed O think of those who were thy own By Thee of old from bondage brought Th' Inheritance which thou hast bought And Sion thy affected Throne Come O come quickly and survey What spoil the barbarous Foe hath made Lo all in heaps of ruins laid Thy Temple their accursed prey Like Lions with sharp Famine whet They in thy Sanctuary roar All purple in thy Peoples gore And there their conquering Ensigns set It was esteem'd a great renown With Ax to square the Mountain Okes Now they demolish with their strokes And hew the carved Fabrick down Who lo with all-infolding flame The beauty of the Earth devour Profanely prostrate on the floor That Temple sacred to thy Name Now said they with a sudden hand Give we a general End to all By Fire the holy structures fall Through this depopulated Land No Miracles amaze our Foes There are no Prophets to divine That might our miseries decline None know the period of our woes Ah! how long shall our Enemies Exult and glory in our shame How long shall they Blaspheme thy Name Great God and thy slow Wrath despise Thy hand out of thy Bosome draw Nor longer thy Revenge with-hold My God thou wast our King The old Amazed World thy Wonders saw Thou struck'st the Erythaean waves When Seas from Seas in tumult fled Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head And mad'st the joyning Floods their Graves That great Leviathan of Nile To Beasts and Serpents which possess The dry and foodless Wilderness By Thee delivered for a Spoil Thou clav'st the Rock from whose green wound The thirst expelling Fountain brake Thou mad'st the heady Streams forsake Their Chanels and become dry ground The cheerful Day Night cloth'd in shade The Moon and radient Sun are Thine Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine Summer and Winter by Thee made Great God of gods forget not those Who Thee reproachfully despise Remember Lord the Blasphemies Cast on thee by our frantick Foes O! to the wicked Multitude Surrender not thy Turtle-dove Nor from thy tender care remove The Poor by powerful Wrong pursu'd Thy Cov'nant bound by Oath maintain For Darkness over-spreads the Face Of all the Land in every place Destruction Rape and Slaughter reign Let not th' opprest return with shame But crown thee with deserv'd applause O patronize thy proper Cause Remember Fools revile thy Name O let their Sorrows never cease Who blast Thee with their Calumnies The tumults of their Pride who rise Against Thee every day increase PSALM LXXV THy Praises O eternal King Our Souls in sacred Verse will sing The wonders of thy Works declare Thy Presence in thy Power and Care When I shall wear the Hebrew Crown High Justice shall my Reign renown The Land with weak'ning Discord rent The People without Government Faint and dissolve Her Pillars I Support her Breaches fortifie Proud Man I said renounce thy Pride Thou Fool thy Folly cast aside Do not so high your Horns erect Nor bellow as with yoak uncheckt Preferment from the Orient Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent Nor Desert comes God guides our Fates He raiseth and He ruinates A cup of red and mingled Wine He poureth out to me and mine But every Rebel in the Land Shall drink the Dregs squeez'd by his Hand His noble Acts I will relate The God of Iacob celebrate Suppress the Wicked and their wayes The Just to Wealth and Honour raise PSALM LXXVI GOd in Iudah is renown'd Salem with his Temple crown'd He in sacred Sion dwells Israel his wonders tells He their flying Ensigns tears Shivers the Assyrian Spears He their Swords Shields Arrows broke Kill'd subdu'd without a stroke Thou more excellent than they That on Iuries Mountains prey Who the Great in battel foil'd Of their lives and honours spoil'd Not the Mighty could withstand Nor so much as find a hand Princes by thy only Breath With the Vulgar sleep in Death Terrible unto thy Foes O who can thy Wrath oppose When as they thy Thunder hear Mortals stand amaz'd and fear When from thy eternal Rest Thou descend'st to save th' Opprest Malice but it self betrayes And converts into thy praise Future rage thou shalt restrain Making their indeavours vain Iacobs Seed with one accord Pay your Vows unto the Lord. Holy Levites Offerings bring Of his glorious Conquest sing He who Princes overthrows O how fearful to his Foes PSALM LXXVII TO God I cry'd He heard my cries Again when plung'd in miseries Renew'd with raised hands and eyes My festred wounds ran all the Night No comfort could my Soul invite To relish long out-worn delight I call'd upon the Ever-blest And yet my troubles still increast Almost to Death by sorrow prest Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake Words fail my grief sighs only spake Which from my panting bosome brake Then did my Memory unfold The wonders which thou wrought'st of old By our admiring Fathers told The Songs which in the Night I sung When deeply by affliction stung These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue Wilt thou for ever Lord forsake Nor pity on th' afflicted take O shall thy mercy never wake Wilt thou thy promise falsifie Must I in thy displeasure die Shall Grace before thy Fury flie This said I thus my Passions checkt His changes on their ends reflect To punish and restore th' Elect. His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance I will tell What in our Fathers days befell His counsels from our reach are set Hid in his sacred Cabinet What God like ours so Good so Great Who wonders can effect alone His Peoples great Redemption To Iacob's Seed and Ioseph's known The yielding Floods confess thy Might The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight And