hand So are youths children at the Lords command 5 Happy 's the man of such that hath great store He 's not ashamed be his foes before PSAL. CXXVIII 1 BLest's ev'ry one that fears the Lord above And walks still in his wayes of truth and love 2 Thou 'st eat th' fruit of thine hand and happy bee In all thy wayes it shall be well with thee 3 Thy wise on thy house side as fruitfull Vine Children like Plants thy table round betwine 4 Behold that thus the man is blest that shall Still fear the Lord and on his Name still call 5 The Lord shall out Sion thus bless thee And all thy life his Churches good thou 'st see 6 Yea thou shalt see thy Childrens Children well And also peace upon his Is-ra-el PSAL. CXXIX 1 MAny a time afflicted me have they Ev'n from my youth now Israel may say 2 Oft-times from youth they have afflicted me But ne're prevail'd to work my miserie 3 The plowers plowed deep upon my back Long furrowes make to make my bones to crack 4 But God is righteous he'th in sunder cut The wicked's cords which they for me have put 5 Let them be all consum'd and turn'd away That Sion hate and would his Saints dismay 6 Let them like grass on house top wither still Ere it grow up so perish in its ill 7 Wherewith the mow'r cannot his hand fill Nor he that bindes his sheaves his bosom still 8 Nor do they wish that passing by the way The blessing of the Lord upon you stay PSAL. CXXX 1 OUt of the depths to thee Lord did I cry Hoping that thou my suit would'st not deny 2 Lord let the ears of thee who art my choice Attentive be to hear thy Plaintiffs voice 3 O Lord if thou should'st mark iniquities Who could once stand before thy purest eyes 4 But much forgiveness Lord with thee is there That all men may thee reverence with feare 5 My soul doth wait for God the Lord most just And in his word I hope and also trust 6 My soul doth wait for God ev'n more I say Then those that watch for th' breaking of the day 7 God's mercifull let Israel in him trust 'T is he that souls redeems he is most just 8 He shall most early wake and eke arise Israel redeem from his iniquities PSAL. CXXXI 1 MY heart Lord is not haughty nor mine eyes In things most high I do not exercise 2 Surely I have my self behav'd most milde My soul is even as a weaned childe 3 Let Israel hope in God the Lord therefore From this time forth and eke for ever-more PSAL. CXXXII 1 REmember David Lord thy servant true And his afflictions have still in thy view 2 How he did swear unto the Lord above An oath to Jacobs God whom he did love 3 I surely will no Tabernacle spread Nor build an house nor come into my bed 4 I 'le not give sleep unto my drowsie eye Nor slumber to mine eye-lids give will I. 5 Untill a place for Jacobs God I find An habitation answering my mind 6 We heard of it at Ephrata ev'n there We found it in the fields where woods appear 7 We 'l go into his Tabernacles all Before his foot-stool worship him and fall 8 Arise O Lord and come into thy rest Thou and thy Ark of strength by me possest 9 Thy Priests with justice let be cloath'd about And eke thy Saints for joy let them still shout 10 For th' Servant David's sake O Lord I say Lord turn not thine anointed's face away 11 God swore in truth he will not turn from it He David told his seed should on 's throne sit 12 If that thy Sons will keep my Law therefore Thy Sons shall sit i' th' throne for evermore 13 God Sion chose therein there is great space He hath desired it for 's dwelling place 14 This is my rest for ay herein I 'le dwell I have desired it and like it well 15 Her victualls I will bless abundantly Her poor with bread I eke will satisfy 16 I 'le cloath her Priests with safety round about And all her Saints aloud for joy shall shout 17 I 'le there make Davids horn bud out most brave I lamp ordain'd for mine annointed have 18 His foes I 'le cloath with shame and them pluck down But on himself much flourish shall his Crown PSAL. CXXXIII 1 BEhold how good it is and how 't seems well For brethren all in unity to dwell 2 Like precious balm poured on Aarons head That drencht his beard and round his garment spread 3 As dew on Hermon hills and Sion fell So God commands his blessing there to dwell PSAL. CXXXIV 1 BEhold and blesse the Lord all ye that stand By night i' th' house of God at his command 2 Lift up your hands unto Gods place above And bless the Lord for 's benefits and love 3 The Lord that heaven made and earth did frame Thee blesse from Sion praise ye's holy Name PSAL. CXXXV 1 PRaise ye the Lord praise ye his holy Name Ye servants of the Lord do ye the same 2 Ye that do stand in the house of the Lord And in his courts his praises loud record 3 Praise ye the Lord he 's good ye praises sing T' sing praises to his name 's a comely thing 4 For God himself to him hath Jacob chose He Israel for 's peculiar treasure knows 5 For I do know that God the Lord is great Above all other Gods hath plac'd his seat 6 He doth what e're he please in heav'n hils steep Within the Sea and in all places deep 7 He Vapours daily causeth to ascend From one part of the earth unto the end He maketh lightning for the rain in measure He brings the wind forth of his hidden treasure 8 Who Egypt first-born smote ev'n in one night Both man and beast to make them more afright 9 Who tokens sent and wonders midst of thee On Pharaohs servants whilst the Saints went free 10 Who did great Nations slay and them annoy'd Ye mighty Kings he took and them destroy'd 11 Sihon of Amorites Og of Bashan Those Kings and all the Kingdomes of Cana'n 12 He gave their Land as heritage to dwell Unto his chosen people Is-ra-el 13 Thy Name O Lord for ever is most sure Thy memory all ages through endure 14 For God will judge his people i' th' event And likewise for their wrongs he will repent 15 Idols of heathen workes of men they are Silver and Gold cannot with God compare 16 For mouths they have yet speechless still they be Th' eyes also have yet have they none to see 17 They eke have ears yet hear they not a sound And in their mouths no breath there can be found 18 They that them make are like unto them just And so is ev'ry one that in them trust 19 blesse ye the Lord therefore O Is-ra-el And also ye in Aarons house that dwell 20 And Levi's house praise ye
all the folk be fearfull at his sight 10 Tell all the world the Lord doth reign above He'th set the earth so fast it cannot move And that 't is he that rules with princely might To judge the folk with equity and right 11 The Heavens and the earth shall much rejoyce The Sea and all therein shall make a noise 12 The field shall joy with all things on the earth The Woods and ev'ry Tree shall sing with mirth 13 Before Gods face and coming of his might When he shall judge and rule his folk aright PSAL. XCVII 1 THe Lord doth reign let all the earth rejoyce Let multitudes of Isles him praise in voyce 2 Darkness and Clouds are round about him gone Justice and judgement dwell about his throne 3 A fire before him goes the World throughout And burneth up his foes ev'n round about 4 His ligh-te-nings did to the world appear Whereat the earth did look and deadly fear 5 The Hills like wax do melt ev'n at Gods sight Ev'n at the presence of the Lord most bright 6 The Heavens shew his justice all abroad That all may know the glory of our God 7 Shame sure will come on those serve Idols vain On those that love dumb Pictures to maintain 8 Sion heard glad was Juda did rejoyce ' Cause of thy judgements they 've set forth their voyce 9 For thou art high in all the earth abroad And art exalted 'bove all other God 10 All that fear God hate all things that are ill He saves his Saints from such as would them spill 11 The light is sown ev'n for the just mans part Gladness and mirth for the upright in heart 12 Ye just in Gods great holiness rejoyce Be thankfull to him both in heart and voyce PSAL. XCVIII 1 O Sing to God a new and pleasant Song For he hath wrought his wonders great and strong With his right hand he doth his foes devour And victory get with his arm and pow'r 2 The Lord makes known his saving health and might He shews his justice in the Heathens sight 3 To Israel truth in mind he doth record All earth hath seen the goodness of the Lord. 4 A joyfull noise make to the Lord alwayes In him rejoyce and eke to him give praise 5 Play on the Harp and Psalms unto him sing 6 With Trumpets eke rejoyce before our King 7 Yea let the Sea for joy both roar and swell And eke the earth withall therein that dwell 8 Let floods rejoyce and clap their hands apace The Mountains eke before the Lord his face 9 He 'l come to judge the World and ev'ry wight And rule the folk with justice and with right PSAL. XCIX 1 THe Lord doth reign though folk do rage full sore He sits on Cherubs though the world doth roar 2 God's high 'bove all in Sion is his seat 3 He 's holy let all praise his Name most great 4 Th' Kings strength loves judgement equity and right Which he in Jacob executes with might 5 Exalt then God th'Lord for he 's most holy Before his foot-stool worship all lowly 6 Moses Aaron were 'mong his Priests and eke Samuel 'mong those that to his Name did seek 7 They call'd God heard and from Clouds Pillars spake They kept his Statutes nor his Ordnance brake 8 Thou answredst them O Lord and them forgave Though vengeance on their follies thou would'st have 9 Exalt our God him worship at his hill For he most holy is in all his will PSAL. C. 1 ALL Lands make joyfull noise 'fore God rejoyce 2 Him serve with gladness and with pleasant voyce 3 Know th' Lord is God 't is he that hath us made Not we our selves we's sheep are he 's our aid 4 Enter his Gates with praise his Courts with th' same Be thankfull to him blesse his holy Name 5 For God's most good his mercy doth endure His truth unto all ages is most sure PSAL. CI. 1 MErcy and judgement eke I 'le sing to thee 2 I 'le wisely do untill thou come to me 3 My heart shall walk within my house in light I 'le set no wicked thing before my sight 4 Who falls I hate they shall not cleave to me Ill hearts shall from me part no ill I 'le see 5 I 'le slay him that 's friend sland'reth privily Th' proud heart I 'le hate and him that looketh high 6 Mine eyes on th' faithfull of the Land shall stay He me shall serve that walkes in perfect way 7 He that deceives in my house shall not dwell Nor shall he oft see me that lies doth tell 8 The wicked of the Land soon slay will I Ill doers eke from th' City of th' most high PSAL. CII 1 MY prayer hear Lord my cry let come to thee 2 In troubled times hide not thy face from me 3 Incline thine ear to me hear when I call A smoake consumes as th' herb doth fade I fall 4 My heart like grass is scorcht and withered So â—ore that I forget to eat my bread 5 With groanings sore my bones cleave to my skin 6 As deserts Pelican such case I 'm in 7 As sparrow ' lone on house so watch do I 8 ' Gainst me is sworn my raging enemy 9 For I have ashes eat instead of bread And with my drink my tears have mingled 10 ' Cause of thine indignation and thy frown For thou 'st me lifted up and cast me down 11 Like shadow that declines my dayes do pass And I my self like to the with'red grass 12 But thou O Lord for ever shalt indure Unto all Generations firm and sure 13 Thou shalt arise and Sion mercy show For th'time to shew her favours is come now 14 For in her stones thy servants pleasure take Favours her dust Lord do not her forsake 15 The heathens then O Lord thy Name shall fear Thy glory ring through kingdomes far and near 16 When God shall Sion build appear shall he In glory great and magnanimitie 17 Th' prayer of the destitute he will regard Not them dispise but give them due reward 18 For future age this shall be writ alwayes That those here-after born may give thee praise 19 For he look't down ev'n from his holy place Beholding earth with 's most glorious face 20 To hear the groans of those that pris'ners are And those that were condemn'd to die to spare 21 Mount Sion in for to declare Gods Name And in Jerusalem advance his fame 22 When people gath'red are both far and near To serve the Lord and in his Courts appear 23 My former strength he weakned in the way My dayes he shor-te-ned Thus I did say 24 Midst of my dayes away Lord take not me Thy years throughout all generations be 25 Of old thou 'st laid th' foundations of the Land The heavens are the workes of thine own hand 26 They perish shall but thou shalt still indure They shall wax old and change like a vesture 27 But thou' rt the same thy years for
they be 5 They 've mouths but speak not eyes but cannot see 6 They having ears hear not we know full well They noses have yet have no sense to smell 7 They hands but feel not feet but they walke not There 's none of them that speaketh through his throat 8 They that them make are like unto them just And so is ev'ry one that in them Trust 9 O Is-ra-el trust in the Lord alway He is their help that trust in him for ay 10 O house of Aaron trust ye in his Name 11 For he 's their help and shield that do the same 12 God hath been mindeful of us he 'l us bless To Israel Aarons house he 'l do no less 13 Who fears the Lord our God he 'l bless them all Who ere they be let them be great or small 14 The Lord he shall increase you more and more Both you and yours you children shall have store 15 You are the blessed of the Lords say I Which made the earth and eke the Heavens high 16 The highest Heavens are the Lord 's above The earth to men he gives of his free love 17 The dead praise not the Lord neither do they That into silence do go down that way 18 But we will bless the Lord our God alway Praise ye the Lord from this time forth for ay PSAL. CXVI 1 I Love the Lord because he hears my voyce I am his Suppliant he is my choice 2 He hath me heard therefore on him I 'le call And whil'st I live make him my all in all 3 Hells pains and eke deaths sorrows set me round Nought sorrow but and trouble there I found 4 Upon the Lords great Name then did I call I pray thee Lord my soul free from this thrall 5 God gracious is to mercy bent is he 6 He simple keeps I low was he rais'd me 7 O thou my soul return unto thy rest God hath much kindness unto thee exprest 8 For thou deliv'red hast my soul from thrall Mine eyes from tears and eke my feet from fall 9 In land of living 'fore the Lord I 've walk't 10 I have believ'd was griev'd therefore I 've talk't 11 In haste I thus said All men liars be 12 What shall I render God for 's gifts to me 13 The wholesome cup of saving health I 'le take Unto the Lords great Name my pray'r I 'le make 14 Unto the Lord my God I 'le pay my vow In presence of his people even now 15 The death of those in whom God takes delight Most precious are in his most glorious sight 16 Thy Servant Lord I am I do confess Thine Hand-maides Son thou 'st loos'd me from distress 17 The sacrifice of prayer I 'le offer thee Thy Name shall still be call'd upon by me 18 Unto the Lord my God I 'le pay my vow In presence of his people even now 19 In all the Courts and Temples of the Lord Let Sion praise his Name with one accord PSAL. CXVII 1 O All ye Nations to the Lord give praise All ye his folk both now and eke alwayes 2 For he is mercifull his truth for ay Indures praise ye the Lord therefore I say PSAL. CXVIII 1 GIve thanks to God for he is good alway His mercy doth indure both now and ay 2 Let Israel say his mercy lasts for ay 3 And eke the same let Aarons houshold say 4 Those that fear God even now let them say That he his mercy eke indures for ay 5 I call'd on God in grief he answerd me In place most large he also set me free 6 The Lord is on my side I will not be Afraid what man or beast can do to me 7 God takes my part with those that do help me My wish on them that hate me I shall see 8 'T is better to believe the Lord most just In Princes great then to confide or trust 9 'T is better to believe in God most just In Princes great then to confide or trust 10 All Nations living compas't me about But in the Name of God I 'le them blot out 11 They all beset me compast me about But in the Name of God I 'le blot them out 12 They came 'bout me like Bees but in Gods Name I quench't their fiery thorns I 'le ' stroy the same 13 That I might fall thou sore hast thrust at me But God he helpt and eke deliv'red me 14 The Lord is my defence my strength and song And he also my Saviour is most strong 15 In th' dwellings of the just there 's health and joy The Lords right hand triumpheth valiantly 16 The right hand of the Lord 's exalted high For his right hand things worketh valiantly 17 I shall not die but live and all abroad Declare the wondrous workes ev'n of our God 18 The Lord my God hast chastened me sore But unto death he hath not g'ven me o're 19 Open the Gates of Righteousness alwayes I 'le enter them the Lord alone to praise 20 Gods Gate in which the just to enter are 21 I 'le give thee praise for thou hast heard my pray'r 22 The stone which builders oft-times did refuse Is now become the cheif stone which men use 23 This is the doing of the Lord most high It marvellous doth seem ev'n in our eye 24 This is the day which God the Lord hath made We will rejoyce and eke in it be glad 25 Save now my God O Lord beseech thee I I thee beseech send us prosperity 26 Who comes i' th' Name of God blessed is he Out of Gods holy house blest you have we 27 He who hath shewn us light is God the Lord On th' Altars hornes binde th' Sacrifice with cord 28 Thou art my God I will shew forth thy praise Thou art my God I 'le thee exalt alwayes 29 Give thanks to God for he is good alway His mercy doth indure both now and ay PSAL. CXIX 1 BLest are the undefiled in the way Who daily walk i' th' Law of God their stay 2 Blest are all they from 's Laws that ne're depart But him to seek do wholly bend their heart 3 They do no wicked thing nor go astray But daily walk uprightly in his way 4 Thou hast commanded us O Lord on high Thy Precepts for to keep not go a-wry 5 O that my wayes directed were by thee To keep the Statutes thou prescribest me 6 Then shall no shame o're cloud me when I shall My self give up to keep thy Precepts all 7 I will thee praise with uprightnesse of heart When I 've thy judgements learn'd I 'le ne're depart 8 Thy Statutes all Lawes also keep will I O Lord my God leave me not utterly BETH 9 By what meanes shall a young man's life amend By setting's self on Gods laws to attend 10 I have thee sought with my whole heart alway From thy Commandments never let me stray 11 Thy word hath still been hid within my heart Nor hath transgression caus'd me
trouble them and say Yet have I set my King on Sion he My will declares and also my decree For in this wise the Lord to me did say Thou art my Son whom I begot this day The heathen I 'le thee give at thy request So shall all Nations be by thee possest Then shalt thou break them with an Iron rod And as a Potters sherd they shall be trod â—0 Be wise therefore I say O Kings and hear â—1 Serve ye the Lord with trembling and with fear 12 See that ye kiss and eke embrace his Son Lest in mid-way ye perish e'r't be done When that his wrath is kindled ne're so small Blessed are they make him their all in all PSAL. III. 1 HOw are my foes increast that vex me sore 2 O Lord they say thou can'st not me restore 3 But thou O Lord shalt be to me instead Of Shield and Glory thou lifts up my head 4 I cry'd to God from Sion he did hear 5 I lay and slept secured in his fear 6 Ten thousand folkes shalt not make me afraid The Lord he is my God and eke mine aid 7 Save me therefore O Lord to thee I seek And smite mine Enemies upon the cheek 8 Salvation doth belong to God above Who doth bestow upon his Saints his love PSAL. IV. 1 O Lord my God give ear unto my call Who didst me free when I was worst of all Have mercy on me Lord grant my request For unto thee to cry I will not rest 2 O mortal men how long will ye despise My Glory me and follow after lies 3 Know ye that godly men the Lord doth chuse If I complain he will me not refuse 4 Sin not therefore examine well your heart And try if you can you your selves convert 5 Offer to God the Sacrifice therefore Of righteousness and trust him evermore 6 The proudest men do worldly things embrace But Lord grant us thy favour and thy grace 7 For thou thereby shall make my heart the more Rejoyce then those that get their corn in store 8 I therefore will lye down and sleep in peace For thou to do me good wilt never cease PSAL. V. 1 GIve ear unto my words O Lord and hear 2 My cry O Lord my God and eke my prayer 3 Hear me betimes O Lord and not stay For to thee only will I dayly pray 4 Through patience I will trust in God alone For wickednesse with him there dwelleth none 5 The foolish shall not stand in the Lords sight Neither shall those that do not walk upright 6 Thou shalt destroy those that do lying use The bloody man thou also wilt refuse 7 Therefore I 'le come trusting upon thy grace Unto thy house and to thy holy place 8 Lord lead me in thy righteousness my foes For to destroy and eke thy face disclose 9 For in their mouths there is no truth their throat 's An open Sepulchre their tongues are floates 10 Destroy their false conspiracies to nought And them which also have rebellion wrought 11 But those that put their trust in thee alwayes Rejoyce for their defence and give thee praise 12 For thou wilt e're the Saints encrease and still Like as a Shield protect them from all ill PSAL. VI. 1 LOrd in thy wrath rebuke me not for I Can never prosper in such misery 2 For I am weak O Lord therefore forbear To slay me for my bones are vext with fear 3 My Soul O Lord is also vex't full sore But Lord how long e're thou wilt me restore 4 Return unto my soul O Lord and take It up unto thy felf for thy Name sake 5 For no dead men remembrance on thee have Neither have those that goe into the grave 6 So grievous is my moane such are my feares That all the Night I fill my bed with tears 7 Mine eyes with griefe do now begin to fade Against mine enemies Lord be thou mine aid 8 Ye workers of iniquity depart The Lord hath heard the voyce of my sad heart 9 He also heard my prayer and my request And did more for me then can be exprest 10 And those my foes that vexed me before Lord put them now to shame and vex them sore PSAL. VII 1 O Lord my God I put my trust in thee Save me from foes and eke deliver me 2 Lest like a Lyon they my soul do tear Which makes me daily full of dread and fear 3 O God if I have done what is not right Or that I be found guilty in thy sight 4 Or if my quiet neighbour did molest Or did not save my foe with bondage prest 5 Then let my foes pursue my soul and thrust My life to earth mine honour to the dust 6 Rise up therefore and put my foes to pain And then give ease to me which wrong sustain 7 Then shall great Nations know that by this thing Thou art their onely God and eke their King 8 And as thou judgest all so Lord judge me According to mine own integritie 9 Lord cease from wicked men be thou the guide Of Saints for by thee their own hearts are try'd 10 From God comes my defence who saves th' upright 11 Both Saints and Sinners daily feel his might 12 Except he change his mind he will make fit His Sword he bends his bow looks where to hit 13 He hath prepar'd his Darts they will not stay But those which are his Enemies they 'l slay 14 Lo though they for their evill deeds contend In travell they will quickly come to end 15 They dig a pit thinking therein to set Their brother but are caught in their own Net 16 Which wrong return'd to him in whom it bred And what mischiefe he wrought fell on his head 17 I will therefore give thanks to God on high And sing to him that judgeth righteously PSAL. VIII 1 O Lord how wonderfull thy works appear The fame thereof surmounts the heavens clear 2 Out of the mouth of babes strength thou hast made That they might make thine Enemies afraid 3 And when the heavens and thy works I see The Sun and Moon and all in their degree 4 Lord what is man I think that thou dost eye Both him and his wretched posterity 5 For thou hast made him also in degree Most like to Angells in their dignitie 6 Thou hast preferr'd him to be Lord of all Thy workes and that they should unto him fall 7 As Sheep Oxen all beasts in field that feed 8 Birds in the air and Fish in Sea that breed 9 Therefore will I say once again what fame Is to be given to thy glorious Name PSAL. IX 1 MY heart O Lord shall praise thy Holy Name And shall shew forth thy works of wondrous fame 2 I will be glad and eke in thee rejoyce I will sing praise to thee Lord heare my voyce 3 When thou shalt make my foes to flee from hence They shall all perish by omnipotence 4 Thou hast maintain'd my cause all with
thy might Thou sat'st in throne to judge for me most right 5 Thou didst confound the heathen people so That the remembrance of them none shall know 6 Thou hast made quick dispatch with all my foes Thou 'st burnt their town and caus'd their fame to close 7 But God for ever is and he will be In seat of Judgement and true equitie 8 With Justice he will keep and guide all those That are unto his people friends not foes 9 He also will to those that are opprest In time of need be their defence and rest 10 And they that know thy Name shall trust in thee For their own safety and deliverie 11 Sing Psalms to God that doth in Sion dwell And of his noble Acts all Nations tell 12 For he is mindfull of the blood of such As be opprest remembring th' humble much 13 Have mercy on me Lord my foes me hate 'T is thee alone can keep me from deaths Gate 14 I will in Sion then shew forth thy praise And much rejoyce in thee alone alwayes 15 The Heathen are sunck down into the pit Which they for others ever did make fit 16 The Lord is known by his most just commands But wicked men are snar'd by their own hands 17 The wicked shall be turned into Hell But pious men with God shall ever dwell 18 Neither will God the needy man forget But in far better state he will him set 19 Arise O Lord lest worldlings with their might Prevaile therefore Lord judge them in thy sight 10 Put them in fear O Lord of thee and then They may well know they are not Gods but men PSAL. X. 1 WHy keepest thou so far from us or why hides thou thy face in our extremity 2 The wicked's pride doth persecute the poor But Lord do thou destroy the evill doer 3 For in the lust of his own heart he doth Delight he hates the poor he loveth sloth 4 The wicked through his pride doth wrong his soul In thinking thou his deeds would not controul 5 Because he prospers he still follows lies Neglects thy Laws puffs at his Enemies 6 He saith in his heart I never then shall be Changed nor come into adversitie 7 But in his mouth deceit and fraud doth dwell Under his tongue breeds vanity and Hell 8 He lies in holes the innocent to slay And such as come thereby he makes away 9 He like a Lion lurking in his Den To see if he can snare poor simple men 10 He croucheth down most craftily alway To make poor needy harmlesse ones his prey 11 Thus saith he in his heart God doth forget He doth not mind whom I catch in my Net 12 Rise up O Lord therefore and do not rest From looking to the humble and th' opprest 13 Why let'st thou wicked men thy Laws despise They scoff at thee and evill do devise 14 Thou see-est their deceit thou understands The fatherlesse are left unto their hands 13 Lord breake the armes of wicked men that so Both they and theirs into the pit may go 16 The Lord is King and by his powerfull hand He shall destroy the Heathen from his Land 17 Lord thou hast heard the humble mans request And what is fittest for him thou knowes best 18 Lord judge the poor and help them to their right Which was took from them by the worldlings might PSAL. XI 1 I Put my trust in God what is your will To say flee as a Bird unto your Hill 2 For lo the wicked bend their bow their art Is primely t' insnare th' upright in heart 3 The worlds foundations shall all come to nought But righteous men have never evill wrought 4 And God which is most holy and and most high Doth look at all men in his Majesty 5 He doth in godly men take much delight But punish such as doth his word despite 6 Upon the wicked he will brimstone rain They shall all perish there shall none remain 7 So that ye see his justice doth delight In holynesse h'embraceth the upright PSAL. XII 1 HElp Lord for godly men do now decay Both truth and faith from sinners passe away 2 Their words are vanity or like a bubble Their lips do flatter and their hearts are double 3 The Lord will cut off such as not refuse Their flatterings but still do lying use 4 For they have said our lips they are our own We will prevail over us there is none 5 But for the needy's sake God will arise And save the poor from all his Enemies 6 Gods words are pure as Silver they are try'd They are like Gold seven times purify'd 7 And since thy promise is to help Lord then Do thou us help from this ill kind of men 8 Lord if thou leave sinners on every side Their wickednesse will spread the world so wide PSAL. XIII 1 HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord or why Hides thou thy self in my necessity 2 In heart how long shall I tormented be And how long shall my foes triumph o're me 3 O Lord my God consider me opprest Lest with mine eyes of death I be possest 4 Lest that mine enemies of me should say We have prevailed and made him our prey 5 But from thee and thy mercies I have made My heart full merry and my soul full glad 6 I will sing praises to the Lord for he Hath alwayes bountifully dealt with me PSAL. VX 1 THE Fool saith in his heart there is no God But Lord do thou correct him with thy Rod. 2 The Lord from heaven look't upon mankind To see who lov'd him but he none could find 3 They are all gone aside they are become Like dust upon the earth or filthy scum 4 What are none good do all work mischief still Eating thy people rejecting thy will 5 Whil'st they thus rage they shall have dread for why God to the righteous race is very nigh 6 Ye strive to shame the poor because they call Upon the Lord and make him all in all 7 But who shall hear thy people unlesse thou Perform thy promise to Isra-el now 8 When thou brings back those that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. XV. 1 LORD who shall in thy Tabernacle dwell Or who shall live in thy most holy Hill 2 The man that walks uprightly and whose facts Declare him to be just in all his acts 3 He that backbiteth nor nor worketh ill Unto's neighbour nor of him lies doth tell 4 That hates the vile and honoureth the just His promise is most true perform 't he must 5 Who puts not coyn to use nor ever took Reward ' gainst Saints he never shall be shook PSAL. XVI 1 IN thee I put my trust deliver me 2 Thou art my God my goodness can't reach thee 3 But to the Saints that on the earth do live And to the faithfull I my goods do give Their griefes shall many be who make not God Their Lord they shall be scourg'd with iron rod.
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
10 My foes reproach to me is as a sword Whil'st they thus say to me where is thy Lord 11 So sad my soul why art dis-qui-e-ted Trust still in God it shall be re-med'ed For I shall yet have cause to give him praise Who is my help and so hath been alwayes PSAL. XLIII 1 LOrd judge and plead my cause ' gainst men unjust From such alone me keep thou art my trust 2 Thou 'rt God of my strength why dost cast off me Why do I mourn cause of mine enemie 3 Thy light and truth send out to be my guide That I may tread thy paths not step aside 4 I 'le go to God then in exceeding joy And on my harp O God thee praise will I. 5 Why art so sad my soul me wearying Trust thou in God he shall thee freedom bring For I to God will alwayes give thee praise Who now 's my health and hath been all my dayes PSAL. XLIV 1 WE 've heard O God our Fathers eke us told What in their dayes thou did'st in times of old 2 How thou drov'st out the heathen with thine hand Planting our fathers in the peoples land 3 They got not by their sword or strength but by The Arm and Grace of him who is most high 4 Thou art my King help Jacob sundry wise 5 And through thy strength we 'l slay those ' gainst us rise 6 I 'le not trust bow nor can my sword me save 7 Thou keepest us from foes put'st them in grave 8 In God we boast and praise his Name for ever 9 Yet he rejects and doth not us deliver 10 Thou madest us before our foes to flee And spoild'st our goods even for our enemie 11 Thou 'st given us up like sheep ordain'd for meat Us set 'fore Heathen that they might us eat 12 Thou 'st sold thy people as a thing worth nought No gain or profit thou thereby hast sought 13 To friends thou makest us a laughing-stock Those that are round about us at us mock 14 A by-word ' mongst heathen they me do make When they me see their heads at me they shake 15 I shamed am to hear those wicked men And blush my face with red is cov'red then 16 For why we heard such blasphemies and lyes That death it is to hear their wrongs or cries 17 This falls on us yet we ne'r forget thee Nor falsly break thy Covenant did we 18 Our hearts are not turn'd back neither I say Have our steeps declined from thy way 19 Thou 'st trod me down in place where Dragons be Nor from the shade of death hast set me free 20 If we forget God and an Idol chuse 21 Thou know'st our thoughts us justly maist refuse 22 Thus all day long weâ—r killed for thy sake As sheep for slaughter enemies us take 23 Sleep not O Lord therefore but wake arise And cast us not for ever from thine eyes 24 Wherefore dost hide thy face from us or why Dost us forget in our great misery 25 Our soul 's bow'd down our belly cleaves to dust 26 For thine own sake us help in thee we trust PSAL. XLV 1 MY heart good matters of the King indites My tongue 's the peen and readily it writes 2 Thy gracious lips and beauty men exceeds God therefore blesseth thee in all thy deeds 3 Most mighty God thy sword gird on thy thigh With thy great glory and thy majesty 4 Triumphant ride with truth meekness and right Thine hand thee teach matters of dreadful might 5 Thy darts most keen i' th hearts of th' Kings foes be Whereby the people fall and worship thee 6 The Throne O God of truth is thine therefore Thy Scepter shall endure for evermore 7 Thou lov'st the good but still the evill hates God thee anoints with gladness 'bove thy mates 8 Thy vesture's rich perfum'd in which thou' rt clad Iv'ry thy Palace is to make thee glad 9 Kings Daughters thine attendants there were seen At thy right hand standeth the glo-rious Queen 10 Daughter hearken and con-si-der well Forsake thy fathers house where thou did'st dwell 11 So shall thy beauty greatly please the King He is thy God him worship in each thing 12 Then shall his Daughter gifts to thee present Th'rich seek thy favour with their whole intent 13 Most rich within 's the Daughter of the King Like burnish't gold of Ophyr's her cloathing 14 Thus comes She to the King in Robes all wrought And Virgins her com-pa-ni-ons shall be brought 15 With gladness and rejoycing on each side Into the Kings great Pallace to abide 16 Instead of Parents lost O Queen thou 'lt see Thy Sons to reign on earth and Princes be 17 Lord ever shall remembred be thy Name And eke all ages shall adore the same PSAL. XLVI 1 THe Lords our refuge strength in time of grief A very present help to give relief 2 Then fear not though Earth move and Mountains great Be tost into the Sea as to their seat 3 Though that her waters troubled be and roar Though Mountains shake eke at her swething o're 4 For there 's a River streams whereof make glad Gods City Holy Place none need be sad 5 He 's in the midst of her nought move her shall God is her help when e're on him she 'l call 6 The waters raged Kingdomes moved were God uttereth his voice they melt with fear 7 The Lord of Hosts is with us for he still Our refuge is defends us from all ill 8 Behold here what great works the Lord hath wrought The earths in-ha-bi-tants he brings to nought 9 Her wars make cease and break her Spears in sunder The Charriots burns thus are they all brought under 10 Be silent know I'm God and 't is my will O're heathen folk to be exalted still 11 The Lord of Hosts is with us and 't is he Will be our refuge in extremitie PSAL. XLVII 1 O Clap your hands all people and rejoyce Shout unto God with a triumphing voyce 2 For High is God and dreadfull are his deeds He 's great on earth there 's none that him exceeds 3 He shall subdue the folk under us all And Nations cause under our feet to fall 4 He our in-he-ri-tance for us shall chuse Jacobs excellency he 'l not refuse 5 God with a shout ascended up on high With trumpets sound he entereth the Skie 6 Sing praises unto God and to our King 7 He rules the earth all praises to him sing 8 He rules o're Heathen and sits in his throne 9 The Princes of the people joyn'd each one To Abâ—aâ—â—s God who is exalted high That he might keep them safe continually PSAL. XLVIII 1 GReat is the Lord greatly to be prais'd still In City of our God on 's Holy Hill 2 Mount Sion is the joy of all the Lands The Kings great City on the North side stands 3 God's in her Pallaces a refuge known 4 For lo the Kings assembled were each one 5 They saw it and with wonder fil'd
were they They troubled were and hasted fast away 6 Great terrour on them fell which made them look As women do in travell that are took 7 And with an eastern wind Lord thou hast broke The Ships of Tarshish with a heavy stroke 8 As we have heard we 've seen Lord thou wilt never Thy City leave but ' stablish it for ever 9 Lord of thy loving kindness we have thought As midst thy temple where thou us hast taught 10 Like to thy Name for ever is thy praise In righteousness thy right hand acts always 11 Let Sions mount and Judah praises sing ' Cause of the righteous judgements of their King 12 Round Sion walk do thou Her Towers count That thou maist know t' how many they amount 13 Her Bullwarks and her Courts consider well That following generations thou maist tell 14 For this God evermore our God is he And he our guide even unto death shall be PSAL. XLIX 1 ALL people in the earth of this consider 2 Both high and low both rich and poor together 3 For why my mouth of wisdom it shall speake And eke my heart in t ' understanding breake 4 To parables incline mine ear I will And open my dark Speech on Harp with skill 5 In evill dayes then wherefore should I feare When 'bout my feet mine iniquities were 6 They that in multitudes of wealth trust most And in themselves do of their riches boast 7 There is not one of them that that can redeem His brother or give God fit price for him 8 'T is too great price to pay none it can have 9 That he should longer live not go to grave 10 He Wise and Fools sees subject to th' event Of death when dead strangers possesse their rent 11 They think their houses stand for ever shall Therefore their Lands after their names they call 12 Yet shall not man in honour alwayes stay But like the beasts soon perish and decay 13 And this their way their folly is and yet Posterity of what they say think fit 14 Death on them feeds like Sheep they lye in grave Their beauties fade the just rule o're them have 15 But God he will redeem my Soul from pain And to himself he 'l me receive again 16 Fear not when mans great riches doth increase 17 They 'l all forsake him when he doth decease 18 Yet living he doth blesse himself in 's deeds Whilst others likewise him with flatt'ry feeds 19 Be gath'red to his people then he must Light never more to see but sleep in dust 20 Man in 's honour and knows not how 't increast May be compar'd to the de-cay-ing beast PSAL. L. 1 THE mighty God ev'n all the world doth call From th' rising of the Sun unto its fall 2 And out of Sion which God loveth best He will perfection shine above the rest 2 Devouring fire 'fore him you may see And round 'bout him it shall tempestious be 4 To earth and heaven 'bove then call shall he That he may judge his folk in equitie 5 Thy Saints together to me gather now Those that are mine by Sacrifice and vow 6 The heavens shall his righteousness declare For by himself all Creatures judged are 7 Hearken my people and Israel to me I 'm God thy God I testifie to thee 8 I blame thee not for want of sacrifice Or daily offrings before mine eyes 9 Bullock or Goat I need not take that 's thine 10 For all the beast on thousand hills are mine 11 All fowls on mountaines they by me are known All beast in field that feed eke be mine own 12 I would not tell thee though I hungry were The world is mine and all the fulness there 13 Eat flesh of Bulls drink blood of Goats will I 14 Offer thanksgiving pay thy vows on high 15 Then call on me in troubles when ye be And I will help then glorifie thou me 16 To wicked men saith God how is' t you dare My words take in your mouth Statutes declare 17 Since me and mine instruction thou dost hate My word behind thee casts as out of date 81 For when thou saw'st a thief thou with him went And with Adulterers gav'st thy consent 19 Thou giv'st thy mouth to ill art void of shame Thy tongue both fraud and eke deceit doth frame 20 Thou sit'st and speak'st against thy brother dear To slander mothers Son thou dost not fear 21 Cause I kept silence these things hast thou done Like to thy self thou judgest me such one But I 'le reprove thee for thy deeds so base And them in order set before thy face 22 Who forgets God consider this for ever Lest I you tear when none can you deliver 23 He offereth praise that glorifies the Lord He 'l bless in safety him that loves his word PSAL. LI. 1 HAve mercy Lord some pitty on me take Blot out my sins for thy sweet mercies sake 2 To wash me throughly Lord do thou begin And drench me from my trespasses and sin 3 Mine iniquities I confess to thee My sin before me is Lord set me free 4 I 've done this ill ' gainst thee and in thy sight If thou me dost condemn thou dost but right 5 Behold my mother me conceiv'd in sin And I have ever since remain'd therein 6 But thou desirest truth i' th inward part Therefore thou wisdom sends me to convert 7 Purge me with Hysop and I clean shall be Whiter then Snow if thou wilt but wash me 8 Make me in gladness Lord to hear thy voyce That th' bones which thou hast broken may rejoyce 9 Lord from my sins do thou turn back thy face And my transgressions blot from out their place 10 Create in me a heart most clean and true And in me Lord a Spirit right renew 11 And from thy presence Lord take thou not me Nor let thy Spirit taken from me be 12 Give unto me those joys which are in thee And eke uphold me with thy Spirit free 13 Thus then will I transgressors teach thy heart And sinners shall to thee O Lord convert 14 From guilty blood do thou Lord me deliver My tongue then shall thy Justice praise for ever 15 Do thou O Lord open my lips always My mouth shall then shew forth thy wondrous praise 16 Thou lov'st not sacrifice else should'st it have Nor dost burnt of-fe-rings of me e're crave 17 A broken Spirit is Gods Sacrifice A contrite heart he never doth despise 18 Do good O Lord on thy most Holy Hill Build thou the Walls of Je-ru-sa-lem still 19 Thou wilt our offerings accept I say Yea Calves we will upon thine Altar lay PSAL. LII 1 WHy boast'st in mischief mighty man 't is sure The goodness of the Lord shall e're endure 2 Thy tongue like Rasors sharp mischief devise Working deceitfully and forging lies 3 Thou lov'st not good but thou preferrest ill Falshood 'fore truth eke thou advances still 4 Thou dost delight in fraud deceit and wrong O thou
deceitfull and mischievous tongue 5 God shall destroy thee from thy dwelling place Both thee and eke thy seed he will deface 6 The just they 'l see thy fall with fear the Lord They 'l praise and laugh at thee with one accord 7 See him that would not take God for 's defence Made goods his God was rul'd by corrupt sense 8 In th' house of God I 'm like green Olive-tree In God I trust he doth deliver me 9 For this therefore I 'le praise thee with my voice Set forth thy Name wherein the Saints rejoice PSAL. LIII 1 THe fool in 's heart hath said a God there 's none Corrupt are they good works they'v done not one 2 God looks to earth on â—ons of men to see If any lov'd him in sinceritie 3 They 'r all corrupt and faln out of the way Ther 's none of them doth good not one I say 4 Do not the wicked know they feed on all My folk as bread nor do they on me call 5 There were they in great fear and much dismaid Whereas there was no cause to be afraid His bones that thee beseig'd are flung abroad They are consumed and cast off by God 6 Give thou the people health O Lord fulfill Thy Vow to Israel made on Sion hill When God brings back his that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. LIV. 1 THy strength me judge me save thy name O Lord 2 Unto my words give ear my prayer regard 3 Strangers against me rise and vex me still Regard not God but seek my soul to spill 4 But loe the Lord mine helper is and aid Upholds my soul nor lets me be afraid 5 With ill repay all those that for me wait Destroy my foes that for me lay a baite 6 I freely sacrifice then to thee will And praise thy Name therein is comfort still 7 He keeps me from those that ' gainst me conspire Upon my foes mine eye hath seen's desire PSAL. LV. O Lord my God give ear to me that pray Nor from my supplications turn away 2 Attend to me O Lord and hear my voice My prayer so mournful is I can't rejoyce 3 ' Cause of the cruelty and noise of those Who blemish me and are my mortal foes 4 My heart within me Lord is pained much The deadly terrours faln on me are such 5 The terrours faln on me make me afraid With horrors over whelm'd I 'm sore dismaid 6 O that I 'd dove-like wings I did then say Then could I be at rest by flight away 7 I 'le wander far and in desart remain 8 And hasten my escape from stormes and pain 9 Destroy O Lord and eke divide their tongue For I in their City have seen much wrong 10 Both day and night these go about the wall Mischeif's in th' mid'st and sorrows eke withal 11 Guile and deceit in mid'st thereof do meet Nor wickedness departeth from her street 12 If foes should me reproach I would 't abide And from him I my self could safely hide 13 But thee it was which friendship did pretend 14 And to Gods house thou went'st with me a friend 15 Let death them take let them go quick to hell Evil's with them in wickedness they dwell 16 As for me I upon my God will call And he will save me from my troubles all 17 Morning and noon I 'le pray and eke rejoyce And cry aloud for he will hear my voice 18 My soul in peace he 'l keep from wars ' gainst me Though Adversaries join and many be 19 The Lord that reigns both now and evermore When I complain he 'l punish them full sore 20 His Covenant of peace they have forgot And those that wish their good they value not 21 Smoother then oil or butter were their words Their hearts conceiveth war and cuts like swords 22 Cast thou thy care on God he 'l thee sustain Nor shall the just in troubles long remain 23 The bloody man the Lord shall cast always In pit nor shall he live out half his days But I O Lord in thee will ever trust For thou art unto me a God most just PSAL. LVI 1 O Lord my God be merciful to me Lest by mine enemies consum'd I be 2 To wallow me O Lord they take delight And many be which do against me fight 3 O Lord my God when that I am afraid I 'le trust in thee alone who art my aid 4 O Lord thy word I 'le praise and trust in thee Nor will I fear what flesh can do to me 5 What I e're spake they rest my words at will And all their thoughts do work ' gainst me for ill 6 Themselves they hide most close and for me wait They mark my steps and for my soul lay bait 7 Shall they in mischeif scape Lord on them frown And in thine anger cast these people down 8 Thou tel'st my flights and on my tears dost look Keep them in glass and write them in a book 9 My foes turn back when that I cry to thee And by this same I see thou lovest me 10 God and his word I 'le praise and trust mine aid 11 What man can do to me I 'm not afraid 12 O Lord my God thy vowes are upon me And I will dayly render praise to thee 13 My soul defend from death keep feet upright That I may walk with such as live in light PSAL. LVII 1 TAke pitty on me keep my soul in rest Thy wings my guard whil'st ill from me be past 2 I 'le call on God my God who is most high To him that gives me all things will I cry 3 From heaven he will send me safe from those With mercy truth who are my deadly foes 4 My soul with Lyons is all set on ire I live with such as fret like flames of fire 5 Their teeth like spears and arrows I have seen Their tongue is sharper than a sword most keen 5 Exalt thy self above the Heavens clear And let thy glory 'bove the earth appear 6 They for my steps prepared have a net My soul 's bow'd down in pit they would me set They thought they could me catch in their own pit But they themselves are faln in midst of it 7 My heart is fixt O Lord in thee alwayes In thee t is fixt and 't shall sing forth thy praise 8 Awake my joy my lute le ts hear thy voice For I my self will wake and eke rejoyce 9 'Mong people Lord to the I 'le praises bring Amongst all nations I to thee will sing 10 Thy mercies to the Heavens do extend Thy truth doth go from one cloud to the end 11 Above the Heavens Lord exalted be Thy glory also 'bove the earth le ts see PSAL. LVIII 1 YE Rulers put in trust do ye judge right Are all your judgements just ev'n in Gods sight 2 In heart ye muse to mischeif and consent Where ye should justice eye to bribes ye 'r bent 3 The wicked
hand away Pluck't from thy breast and with it all them slay 12 Lord thou' rt my King and evermore hast been Yea thou to do me good was oft-times seen 13 Thou by thy strength didst waters deep divide Therein thou brok'st the Serpents head he dy'd 14 Thou break'st Whales heads and gavest them for meat To those in deserts that they should them eat 15 Thou water mad'st come from rocks hard and high And seas that were most deep thou didest drie 16 Both day and night by thee were first begun Thou hast prepared light ev'n by the Sun 17 Of earth thou didst appoint the ends and coasts Thou found'st out Summer heats and Winter frosts 18 Consider Lord thy foes thy folk would shame And foolish men have oft blasphem'd thy Name 19 Thy Doves to foes Lord do not thou deliver Neither forget the needy ones for ever 20 Thy Covenant Lord have respect unto From th' earth's dark place springs cruelty and wo. 21 Let not th' oppressed ones Lord come to shame But give poor needy cause to praise thy Name 22 Stir up thy selfe therefore plead thine one cause Lest th' foolish thee reproach that break thy laws 23 Forget not thou the voyce of thine en'my Sith foes tumults increase continually PSAL. LXXV 1 TO thee give thanks we will for that thy Name Is nigh O God thy wonders shew thy fame 2 When I thy folk receive I 'le judge aright 3 Though earth's dissolv'd I 'le bear them with thy might 4 I said to fools act not so foolishly And to the proud set not your horns too high 5 Lift not your horns high nor with stiff-neck speak 6 No honour doth from th' worlds four quarters break 7 But God is judge he sentence gives aright Abaseth and exalteth in his might 8 For in his hand he bears a cup that 's red With mixed wine which he pours on their head The dregs thereof his foes their fill shall drink And wring them out in cups fil'd to the brink 9 But I 'le declare his works his praises sing Ever to Jacobs God and Israels King 10 The wickeds horns and strength cut off will I But th' righteous shall be exalted high PSAL. LXXVI 1 IN Judah God the Lord is known full well His Name is great in City Is-ra-el 2 In Salem is his Tabernacle he His dwelling place hath made in Sion be 3 And there he break the shaffs of bows the sheild the sword and battel he o'rethrew in field 4 Thou art more rich more strength in thee is found Then those that rob on mountaines high and round 5 The proud through thee are spoil'd and faln on sleep There is no man of might himself can can keep 6 O Jacobs God at thy rebuke did fall Both charret horse none of them mov'd at all 7 Thou dreadfull art what man the courage hath To bide thy sight when thou art once in wrath 8 Thou judgement caus'd to come from sky at will And to be heard th' earth fear'd and was most still 9 When God arose in judgement for to save Th' meek of the earth that were nigh to the grave 10 The wrath in man that reign'd now gives thee praise Hereafter Lord restrain their rage alwayes 11 Make vows pay them to God that nigh him be Bring gifts to him for dreadfull sure is he 12 For he 'l cut off all Princes of great birth He dreadfull is to all the Kings of th' earth PSAL. LXXVII 1 I With my voyce unto the Lord did cry With voyce I spake he heard me instantly 2 In griefe I sought the Lord no rest I took By night my soul all comfort good forsook 3 When I on God do think my grief 's the more I could scarce speak my breath was stopt so sore 4 Thou keest'st my eyes awake my speech is gon 5 Both ancient dayes and years I think upon 6 I commune with mine heart my song I mind And for my Spirit I much talk do find 7 Will God the Lord e're cast us off therefore And will he friendly be to us no more 8 His mercies ' gain come to us will they never And doth his promise fail us eke for ever 9 Hath God forgotten gra-ti-ous to be He mercies eke in wrath shut up hath he 10 At last lo this my weakness is said I His mighty hand can help who is most high 11 I 'le think upon the works of th living Lord His mighty works I gladly will record 12 Yea I 'le declare all works thou didst devise And will not spare to tell thy councells wise 13 Thy ways O Lord are holy all abroad Who is so great in strength as thee our God 14 Thou' rt God who wonders dost both near and far Thy strength among the folks thou dost declare 15 Thou dost defend thy folk ev'n with thine arm Joseph and Jacob's seed thou keep'st from harm 16 The waters saw the Lord and were afraid Depths of the Seas were troubled and dismaid 17 From clouds came rain from skies a sound O God Thine Arrows also went forth all abraod 18 The voyce of thunder made all things to quake The light'ning made all earth to fear and shake 19 Thy path's in waters deep in Seas thou 'st gone But where thy foot-steps are it is not known 20 Thou led'st thy folk like to a flock in th' land Moses and Aaron guides them by their hand PSAL. LXXVIII 1 Give ear my people to my law alway Incline your ears to that which I shall say 2 In parable open my mouth I will Dark sayings old I 'le utter eke with skill 3 Which we have heard and know ye friends of old The self-same thing have oft unto us told 4 We will not hide them from their children dear Shewing the folk to come the Lord and fear His strength also that wonderfull hath been And eke his works that true and great were seen 5 Jacob had law how Is-ra-el should live Willing our friends the same their Sons to give 6 That they their Sons that were not sprung up so Should know the law and teach their seed also 7 That they their hope in God might ever set And keep his laws and not his works forget 8 Not like their fathers rebells in God's sight And would not frame their hearts to know him right 9 Though Ephraims children armed were alway Yet they turn'd back of battell in the day 10 They kept not vow nor would walk in Gods law 11 But quite forgot Gods wonders that they saw 12 He wondrous things did to their fathers hands In Zoans fields and eke in Egypts lands 13 He parted Seas and caused them through to pass The waters all together gath'red was 14 He also with a cloud them led at day And in the night with fiery light alway 15 He water brought from dry land which he clave And drink to them as in great Seas he gave 16 He Seas drew from the rock which he did keep They run so fast they made
courts one day abide Then be elsewhere a thousand dayes beside I 'de rather keep th' door of the house of God Than dwell in th' tents of wickednesse abroad 11 For God will glory grace and worship give No good withhold from those that purely live 12 O Lord of Hosts that man shall blessed be That wholly doth depend and trust in thee PSAL. LXXXV 1 LOrd thou 'st been merciful unto thy land And thou hast rescu'd Jacobs seed from band 2 Thy folks iniquitie thou hast forg'ven And thou hast also covered their sin 3 Thou 'st also took thy wrath most sore away And thou from wrath that is most fierce dost stay 4 God of our health convert us all to thee And let thine anger cease ' mongst us to be 5 Wilt thou be angry Lord and not return And shall thy wrath unto all ages burn 6 Wilt not again let us revived be That we thy people may rejoyce in thee 7 O Lord declare thy goodness in our wealth And be to us an aid and saving health 8 I 'le heare the Lord who to his Saints speak peace That never they return to foolishnesse 9 His health to them that fear him is at hand That they may dwell in glory in our land 10 Mercy and truth meet in one and th' same place Justice and peace each other do embrace 11 Truth from the earth flourisheth pleasantly And righteousness looks from the heavens high 12 Yea God shall give you things most good in peace And all our land shall yeild forth her increase 13 Justice shall 'fore him go like guide or stay His steps he 'l keep and lead them in the way PSAL. LXXXVI 1 LOrd bow thine ear for poor and weak am I And needy eke then listen to my cry 2 Preserve my soule Lord for I holy be Thy servant save who trusteth still in thee 3 Be mercifull to me Lord for I cry To thee O Lord my God uncessantly 4 Comfort thy servants soul with pain that 's pin'd For unto thee I lift my soul and mind 5 For thou art good thy gifts of grace are free Thy mercie 's great to those that call on thee 6 Give ear O Lord when that to thee I pray And hearken to thy suppliant alway 7 For in the day of trouble upon thee I 'le call for thou wilt quickly answer me 8 Among the Gods there 's none like thee doth shine Nor are their works to be compar'd to thine 9 The Gentiles which thou didst make and frame Shall worship thee and glorifie thy Name 10 For thou art great all power is thine owne Thou wondrous things dost thou art God alone 11 Teach me thy way thy truth I will walk meek Unite mine heart with fear thy Name to seek 12 O Lord my God my heart shall give thee praise And I will glorifie thy Name always 13 Thy mercy shew'd to me most great is it For thou 'st delivered me from th' lowest pit 14 The proud against me rise with men of might They seek my soul and have not thee in sight 15 But thou art meek full slack and slow to wrath Long-suffering thy truth no measure hath 16 Turn to me and strength to me apply Thy servant and thy hand-maids son am I. 17 Some sign me shew that all my foes may see And be asham'd ' cause thou Lord comforts me PSAL. LXXXVII 1 GOds city is upon the holy hills 2 Sion he loves more then where Jacob dwells 3 Glorious things are spoke of thee abroad O city of the living Lord our God 4 On Ra'ab I 'le look and bear in mind the same And Babilon shall learn to know my Name Lo Philistine Tire E-thi-ope likewise A folk long since were born and there did rise 5 'T was said of Sion divers men of fame Have there sprung up and God doth stay the same 6 When God the people counts it shall appear That this man at the first did spring up there 7 The trumpeters and singers there shall be And all my springs are composed by thee PSAL. LXXXVIII 1 O Lord thou God of my deliverie Both day and night 'fore thee I oft do cry 2 Lord let my prayer before thee oft appear And to my cry do thou incline thine ear 3 For in my soul I grief and trouble have And eke my life doth draw nigh to the grave 4 Like those that go to pit I 'm in thy sight And like a man that hath no strâ—ngth nor might 5 Free 'mong the dead like th' slain that lie i' th' Land Whom thou destroy'st and cuttest from thine hand 6 Yea thou hast laid me in the lowest pit In darkness eke and in the depths of it 7 Upon me sore lyeth the wrath of thee With all thy waves thou 'st much afflicted me 8 Thou friends put'st from me mak'st them hate me sore I am shut up and can come forth no more 9 My sight through grief me fails I call thee God To thee always my hand I stretch abroad 10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead always And shall the dead arise and give thee praise 11 Or shall thy kindness Lord be taught in grave With those that dy shall truth her honour have 12 Shall they that lye in th' dark thy wonders wot Thy justice eke where all things are forgot 13 But I O Lord to thee did call apace My pray'r shall early come before thy face 14 O Lord why castest thou my soul from thee Why hidest thou thy glorious face from me 15 From my youth up I 'm griev'd and like to dy I bear thy terrours distracted am I. 16 Thy wrath most fierce doth heavy on me fall Thy terrours eke do me oppresse withall 17 They compasse me as waters at the tide And eke with streams beset me on each side 18 Lover and friend far from me thou hast put In darkness thou hast mine acquaintance shut PSAL. LXXXIX 1 THy mercies Lord to sing I ne'er will spare With mouth I ever will thy truth declare 2 I said thy mercies ever shall remain Thy truth in heaven shall appear most plain 3 God saith with mine elect I 've cov'nant made I 've sworn my Servant David to perswade 4 Thy seed I 'le stay and stablish it full fast Thy throne I 'le build for ever it shall last 5 The heavens shall thy wonders praise O Lord Thy Saints within thy Church thy faith record 6 Who 's like the Lord in all the clouds abroad 'Mong Sons of men what one is like our God 7 God 'mong his Saints is greatly to be dread Of all 'bout him in terrour to be had 8 Lord God of Hosts what one is like to thee On ev'ry side thy truth is seen to be 6 The raging Sea thou rulest at thy will The waves thereof that rise thou makest still 10 Rahab in peices as one slain thou 'st broke And from thine arm comes enemies dead stroke 11 Heaven is thine thine is the earth also The world thousound'st
Let 's wife a widdow be 's Sons fatherlesse 10 Let 's Sons be Vagabonds and beg their bread Wandring from place to place for to be fed 11 Let the Extortioner catch all his store Let strangers spoile his labour got before 12 Let none be there him mercy to extend Let there be none to be his childrens friend 13 So let his seed for ever be destroy'd And in succeeding age their name be void 14 Let not his fathers sins from Gods thought fall Nor 's mothers faults be done away at all 15 But in Gods sight let them remain for ay That God from earth may cut them clean away 16 ' Cause he no mercy shew'd but at one stroke He strove to slay those that in heart were broke 17 He cursing lov'd 't shall be unto him â—o He hated good it shall be far him fro 18 As he with cursing clad himself so 't shall Like water oil into his bowells fall 19 As garment let it be to him for ay As girdle that he may be girt alway 20 Let this th' reward be of my foes from God Of them who speak against my soul abroad 21 But do for me O God for thy Name sake Thy mercy 's good thy hand from foes me take 22 For I am poor and needy pitty me My heart is sore with grief and miserie 23 Like th' shadow when it doth decline I 'm gone Like th' locust I am tost now and anon 24 My knees through fasting feeble grow and weak My flesh me faileth of its farness eke 25 Reproach to them I was ev'n for thy sake When they look't on me they their heads did shake 26 O Lord my God some help of thee I crave According to thy mercy Lord me save 27 That this is thine own hand that they may know That thou O Lord this self-same thing did'st do 28 Let them curse but bless thou let them have shame When they arise let th' friend joy in thy Name 29 Let foes be clad with shame and let them cover Themselves with shame with mantle as all over 30 My mouth shall thankes give to the Lord alwayes Yea I 'mong multitudes will â—ound his praise 31 For he shall be ev'n at the poors right hand To save him from those that his soul withstand PSAL. CX 1 GOD said to my Lord sit on my right hand Till I thy foes thy foot-stool for make stand 2 Th' rod of thy strength God shall from Sion send Rule thou in midst of foes unto the end 3 In day on which thy power they shall see Free-offerings the folk shall offer thee With holy worshipping they'st offer all The births dew's th' dew that from the morning fall 4 God swore he 'l not repent what he doth say Mâ—lchizedâ—k like thou art Priest for ay 5 The Lord on thy right hand that is thy stay Shall wound for thee great Kings on 's wrathfull day 6 Th'heathen he 'l judge fill th' place with bodies dead O're divers Towns in sunder smite the head 7 He shall drink of the brook ev'n in the way Therefore shall he lift up the head that day PSAL. CXI 1 PRaise ye the Lord the Lord my heart shall praise Th'uprights assembly in now and alwayes 2 Gods works are great of all them they are sought That pleasure therein have or any thought 3 His work is honourable and most sure His righteousness for ever doth endure 4 His wondrous works to be thought on he'th made The Lord most gratious is from wrath most stai'd 5 To those that do him fear meat giv'n hath he On 's Covenant he e're will mindfull be 6 The people he hath shewn of 's works the power The Heathens land he may give them each hour 7 Th' works of his hands are verity most pure All his Commandements they are most sure 8 They all stand fast both now and eke anon In truth and eke uprightness they are done 9 He hath redemption â—â—nt 's folk to deliver His Vow command 〈…〉 blest be 's Name for ever 10 Gods fear the first step to true wisdom 's found Who keep his laws with prudence they abound PSAL. CXII 1 TH' man 's blest that feareth God and walks upright In Gods Commandments that takes much delight 2 His seed on earth they shall be much increas't Those that in heart upright are shall be blest 3 Riches and Wealth in 's house shall be alway His righteousness 't doth endure for ay 4 Unto the just from darkness cometh light He gracious is of mercy full and right 5 A good man sheweth favour and doth lend All his affaires do unto wisdom tend 6 Surely he shall not moved be for ay The just shall be thought on now and alway 7 Of tidings ill he shall not be afraid His Heart is fixed trusting in his aid 8 His heart is fast afraid he shall not be Till his desire upon his foes he see 9 He ' th giv'n to th' poor his justice shall for ay Indure he shall exalted be alwayes 10 Th' wicked shall see it and be griev'd thereat Their whole desire shall melt away like fat PSAL CXIII 1 PRaise ye the Lord shew forth his wondrous fame All ye his servants praise his holy Name 2 Blest be the Name of God the Lord alway From this time forth and ever more I say 3 From th' rise of th' Sun to th' going down of th' same Let praised be the Lord 's most holy Name 4 The Lord 's 'bove al 's glory 'bove th' Heavens high 5 Who 's like to God who dwells above the Skie 6 He doth abase himself to see we know Things 'bove the Skie and in the earth below 7 The poor out of the dust he ta 〈…〉 alwayes The needy ones from dunghil 〈…〉 doth raise 8 That he may set him Princes 〈…〉 to walk Yea ev'n with the Princes of 〈◊〉 folk 9 Th' barren he maketh children bear therefore Praise ye the Lord both now and evermore PSAL. CXIV 1 WHen Is-ra-el did out of Egypt go And Jacobs house from language strange also 2 Judah his Sanctuary was Is-ra-el His large Dominions wherein he did dwell 3 The Sea saw it and fled before his face Jordan was driven back out of his place 4 The Mountaines high like unto Rams did skip The little Hills like dancing Lambs did leap 5 What ailed'st thee O'Sea that thou thus fled And Jordans streames that thou wast backwards led 6 Ye Mountaines high like Rams why did ye skip And little Hills like Lambs why did ye leap 7 Tremble thou earth at th' presence of the Lord 'Fore Jacobs God dread all with one accord 8 Which turneth Rocks to standing waters clear From flint makes fountain water to appear PSAL. CXV 1 NOt to us Lord Thy Name let th' glory take Ev'n for thy Truth and eke thy mercies sake 2 Why should the Heathen say where 's God their love 3 He hath done what he pleas'd our God's above 4 Their Idolls Gold are made by men
his holy Name All you that fear the Lord do ye the same 21 Blesse ye the Lord who doth in Sion dwell And in Jerusalem his praise forth-tell PSAL. CXXXVI 1 GIve thanks unto the Lord for he 's most pure His mercy eke it doth for ay indure 2 Give thanks unto the God of Gods alway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 3 Give thanks unto the Lord of Lords for he And eke his mercy shall for ever be 4 To him that wonders doth ev'n in mens view For he his mercy shall for ever shew 5 To him that did by wisdom heaven frame For 's mercy dures for ay blest be his Name 6 To him that stretch't out earth the seas above For 's mercy dures for ay blest be his love 7 To him that lights did make most great and pure For 's mercy doth both now and ay indure 8 The Sun he made to rule the day most clear Foâ—'s mercy doth both now and ay appear 9 The Moon and Stars by night do bear their sway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 10 To him that Egypt smote in their first-born For 's mercy dures at ev'ning and at morn 11 Who Israel them from among did bring For th' mercy dures for ay of God our King 12 With hand most strong and arm stretch't out most pure For 's mercy doth for ever-more indure 13 To him in parts which did th'red sea divide For 's mercy doth both now and ay abide 14 For 's Is-ra-el through th' midst of 't he made way For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 51 But he therein Pharaoh and 's hosts o'rethrew For he to his shall mercy ever shew 16 To him which th' desert through did with his walk For 's mercy dures for ay unto his folk 17 To him which smote great Kings without delay For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 18 Who Kings slew and none of them would d'liver His mercy for it doth indure for ever 19 As Sihon who of Amorites was King For 's mercy it through Kingdomes e're doth ring 20 And Og of Bashan King he eke did slay For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay 21 Their Land an heritage for eke he gave For 's mercy dures for ay his folk to save 22 Even unto his Servant Is-ra-el For 's mercy doth with his for ever dwell 23 Who in ouâ— low estate did us deliver For he and eke his mercy dures for ever 24 And hath redeemed us ev'n from our foe For 's mercy dures for ay to us below 25 Who in due time doth food to all flesh give For 's mercy dures for ay his folk shall live 26 O give great thanks to God above alway For 's mercy doth indure both now and ay PSAL. CXXXVII 1 WE all sat down by th'floods of Babylon And wept when that on Sion we thought on 2 In midst thereof upon the Willow tree Our harps and other instruments hang'd we 3 For they us taunt that wasted us full sore And they to whom we pris'ners were before 4 O how shall we our Gods high praises sing In forraign Nations under a strange King 5 Jerusalem if I neglect thee yet Let my right hand its cunning quite forget 6 Let tongue to mouth cleave thee forget if I If I prefer not thee 'bove my chief joy 7 Remember Lord ev'n Edoms cruelty ' Gainst thy Jerusalem in'ts misery Raise it cry'd they lay 't level with the ground No stone upon a stone let hence be found 8 But thou O Babylon destroy'd shall be He happy is that so rewardeth thee 9 Happy is he that takes thy little ones And dasheth them in streets against the stones PSAL. CXXXVIII 1 WIth my whole heart O Lord I will thee praise To thee 'fore Gods I will give thanks always 2 I 'le worship t'wards the temple praise thy Name Thy kindness truth for th' word 's above the same 3 Th' day when I cry'd O Lord thou answered'st me My weak'ned soul strength'ned was by thee 4 All Kings on earth thee praise with one accord When they shall hear the words ev'n of the Lord. 5 Yea they shall speak and of thy praises sing For great 's the glory of the Lord our King 6 Though God be high yet th' poor he doth respect The proud he knows a far doth them reject 7 Though I in grief walk thou wilt me revive Thou 'lt stretch thine arm ' gainst those that with me strive 8 What me concerns the Lord will perfect still His mercy's ay forsake me he ne're will PSAL. CXXXIX 1 O Lord thou hast me search't my heart and wayes Thou see'st my secret motions all my dayes 2 Thou know'st my sitting rising up also Thou understands my thoughts though far thee fro 3 My lying down and path's compast by thee Acquainted with thou all my wayes dost see 4 For in my tongue lo there is not a word But 's altogether known to thee O Lord. 5 Thou 'st me beset behinde before also By thy right hand thou teachest me to go 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful and high Beyond my reach I cannot it discry 7 Ev'n from thy Spirit whether go shall I Or whether shall I from thy presence flie 8 If I ascend to Heaven thou art there Or bed in Hell make thou art every where 9 Or if I take the wings of morning day And dwell i' th' utmost parts ev'n of the Sea 10 Ev'n there also thine hand shall lead me out And thy right hand shall compasse me about 11 Or if I say darknesse shall cover me I' th' darkest night thy glorious eyes can see 12 Darknesse and night hideth not from thy face Yea dark is light to thee in every place 13 For all my reins possessed are by thee In Mothers womb thou still did'st cover me 14 I 'le praise thee for I 'm wonderfully made Thy works are great my Soul know's thee its aid 15 My limbs though secret made not hid from thee But in earths lowest parts wrought curiouslie 16 Thine eyes did see me in unperfect frame Thou writes my sev'ral parts perfects the same 17 How precious are thy thoughts to me O Lord How great 's the Sum of them for to record 18 If reckon them I should they passe the sand When I awake I 'm still at thy commmand 19 As for the wicked them thou'lt surely slay Depart from me ye bloody ones I say 20 For they 'r still speaking wickedly ' gainst thee Thy foes thy Name in vain oft take I see 21 Hate I not them O Lord that hate thee still Hate I nor those ' gainst thee that set their will 22 Yea them with perfect hatred hate do I I count them as my utter enemie 23 Search me O Lord and also try my heart And know my thoughts I 'le ne'r from thee depart 24 An I see in me if there be wicked way And lead me in thy truth O Lord for ay PSAL. CXL 1
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
Samuelis Primitiae OR AN ESSAY TOWARDS A METRICAL VERSION Of the whole BOOK of Psalmes Composed when attended with the Disadvantagious circumstances of Youth and Sickness By Samuel Leigh 1 Tim. 4.12 Let no Man Despise thy Youth Frueris quidem etiam dum emendus Etiam dum componis Sen. Epis 4. ad Luc. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 London Printed by Tho. Milbourn for the Authour and are to be sold at the Golden Lyon in St. Pauls-Church-Yard 1661. To my most GRATIOUS SOVERAIGN THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY HOsanna's only we could once Aspire But now Sing Hallelujah's in the Quire The KING Return'd and with him Halcy'on dayes Turns mournfull Elegies to Psalmes of Praise Your Foes a Fall receiv'd but You a Palme â—n such a Juncture David penn'd a Psalme â—en Royal Psalmes Dread Sir to God your King You ours and give Your Subjects leave to Sing â—ee'l take our Harps which on the Willowes hang Our KING in a strang Land no Song we Sang. â—ardon Great Prince what 's rudely here Compil'd T is not a Man presumes thus but a Child S. L. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO MY Most Worthy and much Honoured Father-in-Law CHARLES POTTS Esq Son to Sir John Potts Knight and Barronet Worthy Sir COnsulting with my self about this Libellulus to whom I should Dedicate it I concluded to make Choice of such a Person as might â—e of Spotlesse Innocency so that in his captious Age none should dare to â—harge him with the least Offence in â—ord or Deed For justly fearing too â—â—â—y Faults might be found in the Work 〈◊〉 self I desired to make some amends 〈◊〉 Dedicating it to one free from Excepâ—â—on and the rather to your self Sir because I have received more Encouragement from you alone than all men living besides And were I not confident that you would somewhat bear with my Faults I durst not have Entituled you to this my Worthlesse Labour I flourish as if I would say something whereas I am indeed meerly Ignorant and acknowledge all Faults to be my own Weaknesse in undertaking so high and pithy a Businesse Yet would I endeavour to shew forth what God out of his own Free Grace hath bestowed upon Sir Your most humble obedient and Thrice Affectionate Son and Servant Samuel Leigh TO THE CHRISTIAN READER Kind Reader WHo e're thou art that views this my poor Essayes despise them not because they are onely the Fruits of some few houres wherein I was detain'd from School by bodily weakness or for the Child-age of its Authour the Sun having scarce run its Annual Race fifteen times since first I view'd it but accept it in the Spirit that writ it viz. Meekness and Sinceritie I wish the reading of it to those of mine own age not as a Pattern but in hopes they will passe by my Weaknesse and Remember Psalm 8.2 Out of the Mouths of Babes and Sucklings the Lord ordaineth Strength To whose protection he commits thee Who is thine in all well wishes Samuell Leigh I Have Perused this rendring of the Psalmes in verse and find it well done so far as my leisure would give me leave to Read and therefore cannot but approve it who ever had been the Authour but when I consider who is the Authour I cannot but admire it that a Gentleman so young and who hath not yet passed the trivial School should take off his minde from childish vanities and ingage in a work so grave and serious and perform it with such sharpness is to me a wonder and an hopeful presage that in Riper years nothing but what is Excellent is to be expected from him This I testify by the Subscription of my Name Thomas Manton D.D. BEing desired to View this Essay the Version of the Psalmes in Meeter I have as my Occasions would Permit taken notice of some of them and cannot but highly commend the Ingenuity and diligence of the young Gentleman in this his undertaking wherein appeareth such Divine Breathings as are not ordinary in one of such tender years and seem to be the first fruits of some further and larger Atcheivements wherein I should much rejoyce if he may be Encouraged By the Subscription of Gabriel Sangar These to the RIGHT WORSHIPFULL and truly Vertuous LADY THE LADY ANNE POTTS Madam I Have according to your Order Perus'd at length Mr. Samuell your hopeful Son 's Metrical Paraphrase of the whole Book of Psalmes which hath struck me into a twofold Admiration one of the Subject he chos'd to Treat of that leaving all Youthful and low Arguments suting most as may be conceiv'd with his present yeers Eagle like he soar'd aloft and pitched upon a Theme sublime and altogether Divine discovering hereby a Spirit Angelicall rather then Humane The other is his Ingenious and also Ingenuous Expressions void of affectation in a matter so profound and deep Madam these first Fruits in years so tender bespeak a plentiful Harvest of higher things for the future than he can undertake to name Who is Madam Your Humbly Devoted Servant Jo. Turing King street in Covent Garden September the 3d. 1660. TO THE Ingenuous Young Gentleman the AUTHOUR OF THIS METRICAL PARAPHRASE THe Hebrew Child God's and the Virgin 's Son Entred the Lists when twice six Years had Run Gravel'd the Rabbies ' maz'd the standers by And so Revealed his Veil'd Divinity Ev'n so when Tender Years and Youthful Braines Declining lighter Sports engage their paines To follow thoughtful Fancy and to sease on The Sacred Matters of Profounder Reason Judgement with due proport'on will incline To say they 'r Acted by a Sp'rit Divine Greenness of Youth matters Sublimitie Both thine compar'd wee 'l say no less of Thee Goe on Brave Soul Maugre Contempt and Suit Thy Vernal Blossoms with Autumnal Fruit. G. H. M. A. PSAL. I. 1 THe man is blest that doth not walk nor sit Nor stand in Sinners Way nor God forget 2 But in the Law of God doth much delight And meditates therein both Day and Night 3 He shall be like a Tree by th' River side Which brings forth Fruit in her due Time and Tide Whose leaf shall never fade nor fall but still What ere he takes in hand shall prosper well 4 But with ungodly men 't is nothing so Like as the dust so shall the wind them blow 5 The wicked shall not then in judgement rest Neither shall Sinners but the Saints be blest 6 For why the wayes of Saints the Lord doth know But He the wicked quite shall overthrow PSAL. II. 1 WHy do the Heathen rage what 's in their brain To make such tumult since 't is all in vain 2 The Kings and Rulers of the earth conspire Against the Lord whom we ought to admire 3 They say let all their Laws by us be broke And of their doctrine le ts reject the yoak But he that in the heaven sits doth smile At their own madness who themselves beguile Then will the Lord the wicked turn away And in his fury