vp head And though of them I Lord deserue no ill With wrongs they me pursue by fury lead And iniuries repay for my good will And still they spit their gall and wot you why Because I alwayes follow that is right 21 But be not thou far off nor let me lye Nor leaue me thus engag'd to spitefull'st spite 22 Make hast and giue me thy sweet sauing hand Since for my helpe I haue but thee to stand PSAL. XXXIX VVHen my fell foe triumphing at my harme Prouok'd me with tart taunts I in my mind Resolu'd from biting tearmes my tongue to charme And brawling shun and all of that base kind 2 I lock'd my lips and rein'd my tongue so hard As not a word could scape all was so barr'd But lest my mouth might rashly spit her gall I let not passe euen words were good and kind 3 But griefe like fire finding no vent at all To burne within the more did fuell find And rage at last that burst the curbing reines Thus on the Lord she calls and thus complaines 4 Shew shew what bounds thou to my daies hast set When shall I flye and from this dungeon free Be rid of loathsome cares that inly fret 5 Thou liu'st past date there is no end with thee Blest of thy selfe and of thy selfe most strong But soone our glasse is run we liue not long 6 And almost lesse then nothing are our yeares Like to a flitting shade or breathlesse shape Which in the surface of a glasse appeares Nor that can vaine and anxious cares escape Lust rackes the mind and ioy doth raise his crest Hope mounts him vp by feare againe deprest We tumults raise and spend we know not how Without aduise not looking to the maine Our life in things which folly may auow But of no moment fruitlesse are and vaine So whiles we toile and moile abroad at home We gather wealth apace God knowes for whom 7 On which side shall I turne who giues me ayd Tost and garboild who frees me wrapt in woes 8 In thee is all my hope Stop vndelaid This sinke of sinne whence all this mischiefe flowes And leaue me not to impious follies scorne Launc'd with their scoffes and taunts not to be born 9 I held my peace when I perceiu'd these ills Of thy fierce wrath for sin reuengers were 10 Who mad'st mankind and guid'st their waies wils Thy lashes yet a little while forbeare Since strength doth faile nor doth my life suffice To beare the growing paines that still arise 11 When as thy plagues pursue our fretting sin Soone strength and beauty fade and flit away As Mothes eate cloth when once they are got in O man 's a fraile and brittle peece of clay 12 Yet to my prayers thy eares mild Father lend Nor scorne the words which to thy throane I send Turne not thy face from his bedewed eies That liues a pilgrime and a wandring guest Nor I nor had my parents in like wise A staid place here where we our foot might rest But day by day and eu'ry moment vext We spent our short liues in long cares perplext 13 Then for a while forbeare thy sharper hand That I afresh my fainting breath may draw Before that I at Deaths broad gates doe stand Where entring once there 's no returne in law For if he take neuer so little hold There 's no redemption goe must young and old PSAL. XL. VVHen fear threats about me bellow'd roūd And cruell Death shook his deuouring dart Yet Hope from Heauen though late at last I found Which swag'd chill cares lay trembling at my heart 2 The Lord perceiu'd and from the gulfe me took Nor in the mire o're head and eares forsooke But on the tops of solid rockes he plac'd And shew'd me a faire way where I should goe 3 And in my brest with ruines all defac'd Inspir'd new breath and did new matter show That I might sing his praise on sweet tun'd strings In numbers smooth which no harsh discord brings Let them see this who all euents impute To whirling Chance or furious force of Fate And let them trembling when they haue a sute Rest on that Lord who keepes in heauen his state 4 Thrice happy he who casts his lookes on high That Faith and Hope may on the Lord rely And blessed he whom pompe of swelling pride Leades not along with her alluring traines Nor drawes the mind with seeming good aside 5 But sacred Sire how many a pledge remaines Of thy great care to vs which our weake sight Sees not nor tongue their number can recite 6 Thou pluck'st me closely by the eare and tells That neither gold buyes out the guilt of sin Nor blood of harmlesse beasts the same repels Nor Holocausts can clense our crimes within Since then of me thou Lord seek'st no such thing But from thy Grace thy fauours freely spring 7 I come said I command thou me and spare not Here sacred Sire to doe thy will I stand Reueal'd in Volumes which the lewdest dare not Or taxe with nouelty or errour brand My mind to this to this my study bends Which is my first all else are second ends 8 That what I doe or say or keepe in mind I may conforme all to thy sacred bent For in my heart deepe graued thou maist find Thy sacred Law that shewes thy wills extent 9 I preach abroad to Nations far and wide Thy Iustice so renown'd so often tride Nor shall my lips take rest nor tongue lye still But shall thy mercy and thy iustice tell And with thy name all Nations will I fill Thou seest it Lord and know'st it too right well 10 For I conceal'd not thy iust rage to sin Nor to the poore how good thou still hast bin By my report thy goodnesse is made knowne To all the lands abroad thy truth withall 11 Then let thy goodnesse and thy faith which none Found euer yet to faile or short to fall Saue me beset with troopes of mischiefe round Kept by thy hand which all things here did found 12 Sore paines which passe the hayres vpon my head Vexe me on all sides which the sharpest sight Cannot so soone discry My mind halfe dead And stupid growne with cares is burn'd vp quite 13 Worlds sacred Founder come giue present aid And draw me out with vtmost ills o're-laid 14 That of their plots asham'd may lewd men be Let them heart-breaking Infamy attend And who layes snares to haue intrapped me Let all their drifts come to a shamefull end 15 And taking pleasure in my sad distresse Be this the haruest of their wickednesse That they themselues into the snares may fall Which stily they had laid to catch me in And let them frustrate see their ends in all Be shame their crop since what they sow'd was sin And blush he still and alwaies let him grieue Who with my teares fed fat laughes in his sleeue 16 But who commend them wholly to thy grace Let hope of help refresh their drooping limmes And let them alwaies and in eu'ry place Extoll IEHOVAHS louely name with Hymnes 17 Though hopelesse poore and comfortlesse I be Who guards all things he made wards ouer me The keeper of my life and surest stay Come vexe me not with too too long delay PSAL. XLI BLest is the man commiserates the poore And brings him helpe when hope begins to die And when he finds him trampled on the floore Scoules not at him with a disdainfull eie Whom men would think to be in peeces rent Him God will reare and cheare him wholly spent 2 With faithfull care God will him fence about And set him free from harmes that safe and sound Amongst the liuing here enioy he mought A blessed life where all contents abound 3 When on his couch griefe layes his aking head He helpe him then and makes his easefull bed And all his griefe that pain'd him so before 4 He turnes to sweet repose So when decaid With bitter 〈…〉 was full sore Of thee O God I crau'd reliefe and said My wounded soule of that foule sore recure Which sinne hath made so lothsome to endure 5 My foe with direfull imprecations sends Me to the pit of hell and in my losse He triumph makes And thus he saith When ends That lothed life of his When shall that drosse Of his impurer carkasse in one night Together with his name be put out quite 6 And if by chance one of this crue espie Me drooping goe in body or in mind He faines as if he mourn'd in passing by And sighes forsooth after a sporting kind When going on and that his backe 's but turn'd He spits his gall that in his bosome burn'd 7 The wicked crue conspiring against me Whisper in one anothers eare their spite And closely plot their mischiefes and agree To ioyne in one and ouer-beare me quite 8 And boast that heauē sent this dire plague to grieue And bound me with his bonds nor will relieue He lyes say they deiected in his bed Breathing his last breath in his latter night 9 But he in house at board who dwelt and fed My Mate with whom my life I thought I might And liuelihood haue left in surest guard Euen he as fierce and fell as who most dar'd He taking part with my proud foes did spurne 10 And kicke at me But thou 〈…〉 doth giue Me helpe and health and all base spite didst turne Vnto my good that I might sweetly liue Thine eye of grace and hand of help Lord tender That to my foes I like for like may render 11 This of thy grace the surest pledge shall be And of thy constant purpose in mine aid When as my foe shall not triumph o're me And though he storme his courage shall be laid 12 My body now his former strength retaines My innocence still in my mind remaines And all proceeds from this that thou thy hand Extend'st to me who took'st me to thy charge That I might safe by thy protection stand And alwaies fenc'd Now set by thee at large 13 Thee let the world acknowledge and adore Whom Isa'chs race doth serue and no gods more And let them sing thy praise while day and night Betwixt them share the darknesse and the light FINIS
her song thy praise shall be the ground PSAL. XXXI IN thee my hope I plac'd Who best mad'st all things good See I be not disgrac'd Whilst hope dies in the bud Me iust Reuenger free And from false foes exempt 2 Beningly heare thou me And take me from contempt Keepe me as in a Rocke Where no path euer was Or clos'd where needs no lock Within a wall of brasse 3 Thou art my rocke so steepe As none can footing winne My brasse-wall trench'd so deepe As none can enter in So may thy name affright The minds of my proud foes 4 That whilst thou lead'st me right I may their snares disclose 5 Thou art my strength with thee I leaue my life in trust True of thy word saue me And keepe thy cou'nant iust 6 I hate with all my heart Those that pursue vaine dreames My steddy hope thou art My hau'n in roughest streames 7 When dangers sore oppresse The cleare light of thy grace Doth griefe soone dispossesse And brings ioy in the place 8 Vext without right or lawes Where tyrant rage doth raigne Thou took'st me from his iawes And didst pale death restraine 9 Haue pitty then on him Who all to peeces rent Mind eye and eu'ry limme Is senslesse dim and spent 10 My fraile life worne with anguish Doth slide away with groanes My foiled forces languish And iuicelesse are my bones 11 Who hates me takes a pride At my mishap to jeere Some flip for feare aside And not a friend comes neere 12 Rac'd out of mind as dead My Kinne deny me place Where I was borne and bred No pot shard held more base 13 In troops with publick scorne The rascals me disdaine My death a crue hath sworne And plot with might and maine 14 But confident the whiles Of helpe from thee my foes Their threats wrongs taunts and guiles Disturb not my repose 15 Of life thou guid'st the line And mak'st time swift or slow Free me who Lord am thine From rage of my fell foe 16 Ah show thy louely face To me thy seruant deare Still let me find thy grace As those that doe thee feare 17 Nor let it be my shame That I implore thine aid Blush they are worthy blame And deepe in silence laid Sleepe they out their long night 18 Dumb be the tongue doth vse To lye to barke and bite And most the best abuse 19 How great how many be Thy blessings to thy friends Witnesse the Poles that see Thine blest beyond their ends 20 These safe thy Grace protects When great men threat and swell No poisonous tongue infects Those in thy house who dwell 21 Eternall be thy grace The worlds supremest Guide Who as in a strong place Do'st me from danger hide 22 Hopelesse and helplesse when I scarce was sau'd by flight I to my selfe said then My God hath left me quite But hauing me in mind When ditefull'st dangers prest Thou lent'st thy eare so kind When I made my request 23 To heau'n your hearts who vow'd Loue your all-fostring Sire Who doth depresse the proud And raise his followers higher 24 In God who put their trust Rely on him in all Let Chance with no rough gust Your courages appall PSAL. XXXII THrice blessed He whose heauenly Fathers grace Remits his sinnes which kill the liuing soule And whose flagitious facts hid from his face He buries deepe nor puts them in his role 2 Thrice blessed he to whom the Iudge of right Imputes not his fraile lifes sin-straying wayes Nor in his heart found slights conceal'd from light Such as for shame Fraud in her closet layes 3 Whilst in my brest I fostred the disease My bones displac'd my ioints I scarce could draw And mournfull griefe that nothing could appease Cri'd and complain'd nor could I giue it law 4 With thy strong hand enrag'd thou didst me presse Both when the night with clouds did hide the day And when the rosie Sun did him addresse To show the world his beames to guide their way So wasting griefe discolour'd had my skin Paine dri'd my moisture pin'd with sad distresse That Cancer when his furious flames begin To burne the sand-sow'd crop his rage is lesse 5 Then did I change my mind and shew'd my wound And laid my follies forth before thy face Disclos'd my fraud then from sins bonds vnbound I reconcil'd was taken to thy grace 6 Who seekes to keepe his court of Conscience sound With humble prayer let him appease thine ire Nor let him feare though Earth the Seas confound The threats of direfull rage that burne like fire 7 Thou still at hand to helpe dost set me free From perils which doe fiercely me assaile In all my parts are ioyes infus'd by thee Like his that breakes his bonds and scapes the gaole 8 Nor leau'st thou here I will saist thou expell The dusky clouds that keepe thy mind from light The blessed way of life I will thee tell Nor from thy steps will I reflect my sight 9 Now be not thou like Mule or Horse whose brests With brutish fury fill'd doe follow kind And know no kindnesse but aduance their crests Till bit and curb doe tame their fiercer mind 10 Head-strong iniquity shall vndergoe A world of paines but who sincerely craue Of God with faith whose grace doth euer flow To those that humbly sue shall pardon haue 11 Who all from Right and in fee simple hold And who loue Truth and know nor fraud nor guile With gesture and with voice your ioyes vnfold Since gracefull Heau'n doth on you sweetly smile PSAL. XXXIII YOu that chaste loue to Righteousnesse professe With chearfull layes sing of the Lord who made The worlds round ball 't is fit your songs expresse Your loue to Right who know no other trade 2 Him praise with Harpe that yeelds a Siren sound And Shalmes with wind that warbling notes diuide That hand that proues his masters skill profound On twice fiue strings here let his art be tri'd 3 Let vs to him new songs of ioy deuise And him alone sound with the Trumpets shrill 4 On whose bare word all faith and truth relyes And Equity attends his royall will 5 For He 's the God that Iustice loues and right And truth for why in him no fraud is found His Bountie's knowne expos'd to all mens fight So far as the vast Earth hath any bound 6 He with his word whose word is his decree The shining globe of brighter Heau'ns did bend Like to a bow and so the lights we see In the flame colour'd skye their beames extend 7 He bounds the restlesse Ocean with a shore And curbs his lawlesse rage begirt about The waters in a cellar kept for store When he hath cause to vse he calls them out 8 Him East and West both serue with awfull feare Who dwels in climes discou'red or vnknowne In th' vtmost bounds where sea and land appeare Adore he him as Sou'raigne Lord alone 9 What here below drawes breath or breathlesse dies Doth
lands behind Of rightfull heires to be possest 12 The gracelesse man doth spread his net The good with cunning to ensnare And his enuenom'd tushes whet Chaf'd with despight and fretfull care 13 But God beholds this from his throne And laughes to scorne these threats so vaine For he fore-sees he soone must groane Vpon the rack of tort'ring paine 14 The wicked man doth draw his sword And bends his bow to take his marke At him who 's iust in deed and word The humble Deere in Gods owne parke 15 But his drawne sword with edge reuers'd Shall wound his master with the blow His shaft in vaine made to haue pierc'd Shall breake asunder with his bow 16 Plaine homely stuffe falne to thy lot By a faire course shall grace thee more Then all the lothed spoiles ill-got By rich men pillaging the poore 17 Extortious goods the Iudge of right Shall scatter wide and bring to dust The mountaines of these men of might And with his right hand guard the iust 18 God fosters those who harmlesse be And what they haue his grace assures Their birth-right too by his decree Beyond the date of daies endures 19 When plaguy boiles and furious armes Doe all the world with rage infest Then he whose hand is free from harmes Shall not with pining dearth be prest 20 But impious men ' gainst heauen that fight Shall perish quite without delay And vanish in the smoke so light As fat of Lambes that melt away 21 Vnrighteous men nor giue nor lend But borrow and not pay againe When frugally the lust doe spend And portions for the poore retaine 22 The Iust mans friends shall free dispose Possessions to their hopefull breed When as the seed of his proud foes Shall want a root the stock to feed 23 The Lord loues Iust men and sustaines Their steps in all the wayes of right 24 His right hand them from slips restraines And if they fall they fall not quite 25 I was a childe now aged growne Yet neuer saw in all this space The iust man left nor his haue knowne To beg their bread from place to place 26 The righteous man in time of need Vnto the poore doth lend and giue Yet leaues to them that shall succeed Enough whereby they richly liue 27 Eschew the wrong and winding waies And follow right as heauen shall guide So whilst the Sunne with golden rayes Directs the day thine shall abide 28 The Lord takes truth and right to heart And neuer honest men forsakes But they that from his wayes depart Their fruitlesse seed no rooting takes 29 The Iust man that is faire possest Of lands of goods of hoofe or horne Both he and his shall see it blest While day and night haue euen and morne 30 Wisedome and Truth doe still abide Within the lips of honest men 31 And heauens iust lawes in heart reside To keepe their feet from Errours denne 32 When impious men watch very neere To bring the iust man to his end 33 Then God who sees his cause is cleare From vniust doome will him defend 34 Hope thou in God his lawes ensue Then great in wealth and high in place Hee 'll giue thee helpe and health to view Thy foes to fall before thy face 35 I saw great men as fresh and tall As bayes that growes by 'th riuer ride Who whilst they will or would haue all Goe strouting out with swelling pride 36 I turn'd my eye and loe the shape And substance gone of all their glory Their boundlesse pow'r which naught could scape Left but their fall to tell their story 37 Behold the state and stately traine Of men vpright whose lowly mind Crown'd with content endures no paine And in old age sweet quiet find 38 But factious men for mischiefe prest Their glasse soone's run and pleasure past An end which suites with all the rest Concludes their loathed life at last 39 The iust man casts his anchor deepe Of solid Hope in heau'n aboue Which steddy doth the righteous keepe That earth nor hell can him remoue 40 The Lord giues aid to those that craue And from all harmes he sets them cleare Who him entrust with all they haue What man can doe they need not feare PSAL. XXXVIII COrrect me not Lord in thy burning ire Who mad'st and rul'st the vniuersall masse Though I deserue what Iustice may require Yet let not Fury on my Iudgement passe 2 The arrowes deepe within my entrailes sticke Which thy right hand did leuell at my heart Thy wrath so gaules my conscience so doth pricke And forc'd by them feare seizeth eu'ry part 3 That in my wounded soule no peece is free From mortall sins which so waste all within As that my bones their ioints so loosened be Haue suckt the poison of infecting sin 4 Of sin that doth ingulfe me in the maine And if my head aboue the waues but peepe Or that I doe but striue to rise againe It weighes me like a stone downe to the deepe 5 The new skinn'd skarres of my old wounds renew'd Spue out foule matter and with paine brought low 6 With anguish and long lying vglie hu'd The worst and last of ills surcharge my woe 7 The plague-fore hid within my belly boiles Nor any part without is free from paine 8 So weake am I and broken too with toiles That day and night I am enforc'd to plaine And made to yeeld vnto my pressing ills My heart doth cry and like a Lion roare 9 Thou Monarch of the world whose power all fils Know'st what my soule desires and sighes implore 10 My trembling heart and troubled mind with feare Doe beat and pant the iuice that all parts fed And vigour spent no force is left to cheare My members stricken with a palsie dead My eyes now drawing tow'rds their euening cloud 11 Neere neighbors deere friends neerer bound By deerer linke of blood me disauow'd And all cry'd faugh lothing my parts vnsound 12 But that proud crue still ready for my ill Deuising wrong with vtmost maine and might Spread their slye nets and that they hold on still And impious fraud assaid they day and night 13 14 In the meane while like him was deafe mute I stone-still stood and silence kept as one Who wanted words and reasons to confute Obiected crimes and could reply to none 15 Whose power rules all O guide me with thy grace 16 In thee my hope is fixt then let not pride With scorne insult to see my dolefull case Or foes triumph if foot but slip aside 17 I ready am thy sturdy stroaks to beare My skin swels with the markes still black and blue Rent as a plow share doth the furrowes teare So in long streakes it shewes a bloody hue 18 My sins I know deserue deserue the wound And worthily I all these plagues sustaine 19 But still my foe my cruell foe gets ground The faction too doth strength and courage gaine 20 They liue and liuing sprout and beare
fooles their vainer cares pursue Adore his name of maiesty and might 3 There all conspir'd in mischiefs of all kinds Their foule flagitious lothsome sins he finds Nor was their care in any to do good 4 For how should they do good or how giue eare To sound aduice who still about them beare The plague-sores of foule sin and staines of blood When as a beast his prey so they deuoure My people if they come within their power Nor serue they God who sou'raign rules all things 5 But with chill feare shall horror strike their hearts When the iust God takes guiltlesse iust-mens parts And wounds the impious with sharp words like stings 6 And saies O you made Piety a iest You laugh'd when cares the pious minds opprest And scoff'd at their vowes hopes and silent fears But God in whom the poor their trust repose Their hopes vowes which their sad brests inclose Vnto their wished ends he fairly stears 7 O then that God to his would succour send Which longing they from Sion hill attend For when he breaks their bonds and them acquits Then Abra'ms race shall with a cheerfull brest Ioy and enioy their long desired rest And Is'acs race shall triumph as befits PSAL. XV. WHo sacred Sions temple by thy will Heau'ns supreme Lord inhabit shall with Thee And whom wilt thou place on thy holy hill To liue in sweet repose from dangers free 2 He that delights to haue an honest heart And stiffe in what he vndertakes does right Nor faire in shew with counterfeiting art Hath taught his tongue how to conceale his spight 3 Nor with his lips doth deadly draughts contriue Nor mischiefe to his neighbour doth deuise Nor doth his friend who seems endear'd depriue Of his good name with his opprobrious lies 4 Who casts no eye of fauour on the proud But takes into the closset of his heart The Heauen-grac'd man Who minding what he vow'd Not for a world will from his word depart 5 Who lends not mony nor takes biting vse To make the poore a prey caught in his nets Who for reward will offer no abuse To harmlesse men Who thus his compasse sets To leade his life thus makes his last account Shall euer rest within the holy Mount PSAL. XVI O Thou Creator of all things below And mens safe harbour in their dire distresse Thy seruant saue who doth no Sauiour know But thee alone when instant perills presse 2 Thy seruant I do thee my Lord auow And tell abroad what a great Lord thou art But whom all blesse and to whom all things bow What good to thee can all I do impart 3 I therefore there my vtmost powers appli'dâ— To tend the people with a zealous care The people which of all the world beside Thou took'st to thee for thy peculiar share 4 But they rebell'd vnmindfull of thy grace And to themselues apart new gods did faine Which they ador'd and prostrate on their face Idol'd the dreames of their owne idle braine Their altars stain'd with bloud will I not tuch Nor in their feasts doth my soule take delight Nor shall their names profanely vs'd too much Be witnesse of my words or faith I plight 5 But Gods right hand of lasting loue shall shield The people which his grace to me assign'd And such reward me shall his bounty yeeld As for my paines euen Hope dispair'd to find 6 How beautious are the bounds which I possesse In what a field doth Heauen my lot dispose Seated where pleasure doth her self addresse And feeds my mind with flowers sweet-smiling showes 7 To God eternall be all endlesse praise Whose counsell doth direct me in the light And brings into my soule by priuy waies His Heauen-spir'd motions in the darkest night 8 What so my heart doth think or hand doth act I see the Lord assisting still at hand Guarded before on either side and backt By him and him alone I steaddy stand 9 My trembling heart so quauers in my brest The noates of ioy as that my tongue delights To sing thy praise and so before supprest A lightsome hope my lumpish lims excites 10 For neither wilt thou leaue my soule to bide In hellish vaults where neuer comes thy light Nor let it like a carcasse putrifi'de Resolu'd to ashes be consumed quite 11 Thou to the way of life vnlock'st the gate And from thy face high tides of ioy do spring From thy right hand where bounty keeps her state Thy blessings flow which all delights do bring PSAL. XVII WHo rul'st the world and all things do'st direct Heare righteous Lord what righteously I craue Nor stop thine eares nor do my plaints reiect Which come not from such lips as Liers haue 2 Poore I distrest vnto thy throne do flie Take thou my cause in hand on thee I call Prostrate before thy face with gracefull eie See iust men here vniustly dealt withall 3 Thou often view'st through clouds of silent night With curious search the secrets of my mind And how my heart put in a fearish fright And shaking fit no rest at all could find As fire doth gold so thou my heart do'st trie With crosse euents nor didst thou find the same Conscious of fraud or lawlesse villany To wrong euen such as branded were with shame 4 My mouth and mind agreed my soule and sense My heart vpheld by thy decrees diuine Abhors foule sin that giues so foule offence And flies from pride which doth with wrong combine 5 Thus guide my steps led by thy lawes aduice Lest that my foot slip in a doubtfull way Or in such paths as seeme all pau'd with ice My footing slide where it can find no stay 6 I call to thee and fly vnto thy grace Which I haue often tri'de in dire distresse Attentiue lend thine eare in my sad case When I by praier my plaints to thee addresse 7 With grace good Lord support and bear vp those Whose hope and helpe on thee alone doth stand And curbe the lofty spirits of my foes And iustly mou'd vse thy reuengefull hand 8 But guard me like the apple of thine eye More deare and tender than all parts beside And thou that do'st foresee all dangers nye Vnder thy wings me from proud fury hide 9 The troope of impious men stand ready prest At all assaies to take away my breath 10 And me with force beleguer and infest With swelling words and dart their threats of death 11 They make their barres and turn-pikes in the way And view the places that may most offend Which they designe to make my life their pray And seeming not to minde it worke mine end 12 Like as a lion hunting beasts or men Runs furious on or like vnto his sire The wean'd whelp lurks and glowting in the den Long looks with blood to cool his raging fire 13 Vp Father vp their lewd attempts preuent And whilst the Tyrant trampled lies on ground Free thou me from thy sword to mercy bent Wherewith he now enrag'd doth
strike and wound 14 Nor let the pride of great men ctam'd with gold With might oppresse me whose delightfull care Is but to wallow as themselues are mold In earthly pleasures so bewitcht they are Thou pour'st on them thy blessings from thy store Digg'd from the bowells of the earth below And pamp'rest them with corne and which is more Thou glad'st their hearts their off-spring prospers so 15 Then shall the candor of my life make way That I loos'd from the bodies gyue and free Shall see thy face and that bright shining day Shall make me blest all-blest in high'st degree 16 Those beames of light which brings all sound delight Heap'd with all ioies shall represent thy cleare And sacred Maiesty vnto my sight When as no cloud shall in my mind appeare PSAL. XVIII All-fostring Sire I 'le thee adore And will thee loue with all my heart 2 Who shap'dst the world a lump before My strength my might my tower thou art Help hope and ioy to me distrest My shield my sword my steaddy stay An anchor fixt whereon I rest And when stormes come my calmest bay 3 For when my tongue I do vntye Which crauing peace thy praises sings All hostile armes are then laid by And Peace brings safety on her wings 4 Now Death enuolu'd me in his net With Hell-black streames encompast round 5 Infernall snares my feet beset And drawn was I with fetters bound 6 Here taken and entangled so Groueling on ground to God I su'd Aloft to Heau'n my cries did goe When doubtfull chance my fears renew'd Seated on his flame-circled throne He heard my praiers when as my cry Did pierce the skies and to my moane He bent his eare and laid it nigh 7 The Earth affrighted at his sight Shook then and hills their closures brake And all their ioints dissolued quite In their low vaults a bellowing make 8 A smoaking heate like breath neer spent Fum'd from his nostrils flames that turn'd As doth a whirpoole from him went And what they toucht scapt not vnburn'd 9 Heau'n at his beck bow'd humbly low To set his Lord on th' earthes round ball And foggy clouds that sullen show Vnder his feet do prostrate fall 10 He in his chariot mounted hie In flames an Angell holds the raine Whose wings of winde do swifter fly Than oares can cut the liquid maine 11 Inuolud in mists of sable hue He hides from Earth his brighter face In hollow clouds that stormes renue The pitchy waues obscure his grace 12 Fire-flinging darts from his sharp eies Cleere lowring clouds with cheering beames A ratling showre of haile-stones flies And flitting flames cast winding streames 13 But when his voice sad silence brake His thunder roares and rends the skie The Earth with stormy haile did make An hideous noise Out lightnings flie 14 His firy shafts flew far and wide 15 In th' aires vast vaults lights took no rest He strikes and th' Earths wide chaps diuide And shew the springs hid in her brest And opens all the fountaine-heads Trembling for feare she showes how low The strength of her foundation spreads And brings the darkest deepe to show So thundring flies his roaring sound So heauy falls his frightfull ire 16 His hand that doth with grace abound He stretcht from Heau'n at my desire And took me vp when almost drown'd Swift waues had ouer-whelmed me 17 And from my foes for force renown'd With greater force He set me free 18 And with their power He mock'd their spight When in their harmefull madding mood They sought by craft as dark as night To ruine me who staggring stood 19 He gaue me aide enlarg'd my way When straights before did me enclose And when Death had me at a bay He sau'd his friend whom He had chose 20 My heart and hand from falshood free His eies did pierce and found them so And rais'd me high from low degree That Honour might true vertue show 21 For vice nor errour prone to ill Did make my steps to goe astray 22 His Law that doth prescribe his will Was in my sight still night and day Whose presence kept my soule in awe Thundring her precepts in my heart 23 In truth that hath nor crack nor flaw I took delight she took my part As witnesse when that inly free From fraud and guile I shunn'd the arts The cursed arts that sinke-hoals be Whence flowes foule sin that soiles all parts 24 His blessings therefore did He giue His bounties shew'd how He regards The guiltlesse life which I did liue And which th' all-seeing Iudge rewards 25 As Men and as their manners be So do they find thee harsh or kind Nor harme to h'harmlesse comes from Thee Whom still a friend thy friends shall find 26 To good men good but who would gaine Ought at thy hand by sleight of wit Thy wider reach proues his but vaine And him not wise that trusts to it 27 In hard distresse thou keep'st the rent And worne estate of thine growne low And mak st to fall the lofty bent Of the proud eie of my fell foe 28 And taken from the throng of those That baser be Thou do'st me place Aboue the rest in solemne showes And clear'st my night with thy bright face 29 And vnder thy command the troops â— break and passe their glittring armes The towring'st mount to me it stoopes â— scale their walls and scape their harmes 30 As true as God is only good He showes to life the shortest way And cleerest from expence of blood To those that with his colours stay From his eternall mouth what flowes 〈◊〉 far more pure than refin'd gold â—nd with his shield He guards all those Whose hearts in him confirm'd are bold He bids them not to be dismai'd When things succeed not to their minds Since nought on Earth can make affrai'd That heart in Heauen that refuge finds 31 Say you who painted stocks adore The mock-minds of the vulgar rout Who stones and iu'ry do implore In sundry shapes with art cut out What other God doth rule the raines Who else doth guide the Earths round ball And sits in Heau'n that all containes Whose hand but his rules all in all 32 This God giues strength to all my parts And liuely force and shewes to me 33 The spotlesse way By Him with Harts In swiftnesse I contend and He Conuai'd me far from dangers neare And plac'd me high on safties hill 34 And taught my hand deuoid of feare To manage armes with vsefull skill And besides that He made me bend A massie bow made all of brasse And it to peeces break and rend So strong was I so weake it was 35 He guardes me round on eu'ry side With the defence of his safe shield His grace makes his right-hand my guide Trebling my strength when I would yeeld 36 He opens me a wide retreit In passages where men do lay Close ambushes traps of deceit Nor lets my feet wilde wandring stay Or take offence in vnknowne