flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers Submits himself to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creep below The poor he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Womb The Childless Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALM CXIV WHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his own People sanctifi'd And he himself became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Iordan shrunk into his Head The cloudy Mountains skipt like Rams The little Hills like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Iordan shrunk'st thou to the Head Why Mountains did you skip like Rains And why you little Hills like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Iacobs Race Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake When Springs from flinty intrails brake PSALM CXV WE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aid afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing Word Why should th' insulting Heathen cry Where 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and Silver be Made by a frail Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumb mouths and ears that cannot hear Fools on their Altars incense throw Who nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to move or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senseless they who Idols make Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Help and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that fear him trust He shall protect you in distress The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithful Servants bless The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poor and who in power excel That love and on his aid rely They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow Whose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reigns Among the sons of men divides The Earth and all that Earth contains Who sleep within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALM CXVI MY Soul intirely shall affect The Lord whose ears my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd The greedy jaws of Hell prevail'd Deprest with grief When all relief And humane pity fail'd I cry'd My God O look on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble mind by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soul then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my tears Redeem'd from Death and deadly fears That still I might Walk in his sight And number many years Thus with a firm belief I pray'd Yet in extreams of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortal birth Even all of Lies are made What shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will perform my Vows this day Where they frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALM CXVII YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd With constant Faith PSALM CXVIII PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confess that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercy springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battails then how can â— fear the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Far better to have Confidence â—n God than trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Than on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round â— with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarm His holy Name and pow'rful Arm Shall soon consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorn devours Mad men his Fall you seek in vain Whom great Jehovah's Hands sustain He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerful Wrong Our Tents with publick Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his own Right hand hath fought His own Right hand hath Wonders wrought â— shall not dye but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects â—et from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doors set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doors at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymns immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries That Stone the Builders from them cast Is highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary bless And daily pray for your success God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Souls and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars horns a Lamb New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXIX ALEPH. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seek with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray No tempting Vice shall those from Virtue draw Who with unfainting Zeal observe his Law â—â—rd by thy sacred Rule my steps direct â—hose shall not blush who thy Commands affect â—y Justice learnt my Soul shall sing thy Praise â—â—rsake me
implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay â—n this thy Love thou dost express That none triumph in my distress For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence â— shall inlighted by the Grace Behold thy Face â—ehovah Israels God be blest While Day and Night the World invest Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Second BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XLII LOrd as the Hart imbost with heat Braies after the cool Rivulet So sighs my Soul for thee My Soul thirsts for the living God When shall I enter his Abode And there his Beauty see Tears are my Food both Night and Day While Where 's thy God they daily say My Soul in plaints I shed When I remember how in throngs We fill'd thy House with Praise and Songs How I their Dances led My Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast With Grief so overthrown With constant Hope on God await â—yet his Name shall celebrate For Mercy timely shown My fainting Heart within me pants My God consider my Complaints My Songs shall praise thee still Even from the Vale where Iordan flows Where Hermon his high Fore-head shows From Mitsars humble Hill Deeps unto Deeps inraged call When thy dark Spouts of waters fall And dreadful Tempest raves For all thy Floods upon me burst And billows after billows thrust To swallow in their Graves But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soul surpris'd with cares He gives my Songs their Argument God of my life I will present By night to thee my prayers And say My God my Rock O why Am I forgot and mourning die By Foes reduc'd to Dust Their words like weapons pierce my bones While still they Eccho to my Groans Where is the Lord thy Trust My Soul why art thou so deprest O why so troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy Load With constant Hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIII MY God thy Servant vindicate O plead my Cause against their hate Who seek my utter spoil Deliver from the Merciless Who with bold Injuries oppress And prosper in their guile For of my Strength thou art the Lord. Why like to one by thee abhorr'd Dost thou my Soul expose Why wander I in black araid My body worn my mind dismaid Pursu'd by cruel Foes Thy Favour and thy Truth extend Let them into my Soul descend Conducted by their light Conducted to thy holy Hill And House blest with thy Presence still There to injoy thy sight Then will I to thy Altar bring An acceptable offering That dost such Joys afford There on a tuneful Instrument With Songs that joyn in sweet consent Thy sacred praise record My Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy load With constant hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIV LOrd we have heard our Fathers tell The Wonders wrought by thee of old To them by their great Grandsires told How by thy Hand the Heathen fell Of fruitfull Canaan dispossest And Israel planted in their room They perish'd by a fearful Doom While ours in growth and strength increast Not their own Swords that pleasant Land Did conquer and their Foes eject Nor did their arms their lives protect It was thy Arm and powerful Hand It was the Splendor of thy Face And by thy Favour they o're-came My King my God O still the same Salvation send to Iacobs Race For by thy Aid our Enemies Lay bleeding on the stained ground And in thy Name we did confound Who ever durst against us rise Our Sword 's unable to defend We will not trust in our weak Bows Thou Lord hast sav'd us from our Foes And brought them to a shameful end For this with praises we adore And ever celebrate thy Name But now Thou casts us off to shame Nor lead'st our Armies as before Our faces from our Foes reverst A Spoil to such as hunt for blood Thou giv'st us up as Sheep for food Among th' uncircumcis'd disperst For nought thou dost thy People sell Nor art inriched by their price Our Neighbours in our fall rejoice A Scorn to all that near us dwell A By-word to the Heathen grown Who shake their heads in our disgrace My shame is still before my face My Eyes to Earth with blushes thrown Sprung from the bold blasphemers taunts And proud Avengers threatning look Yet Lord we have not thee forsook Nor falsify'd thy Covenants Our hearts have not their Faith dissolv'd Our Steps the Path prescribed keep Though Thou hast crusht us in the Deep And with the shades of Death involv'd â—or should we from the Lord depart Or to strange Gods our hearts uprear O would not this to him appear Who knows the Secrets of our Heart Yet for thy sake are daily slain For slaughter mark'd like butcher'd Sheep Awake O Lord why dost thou sleep Rise nor for ever Us disdain O to thy Own at length return Why dost Thou hide thy chearful face With-drawing thy accustom'd Grace From such as in Affliction mourn For lo our Souls are wrapt in dust Our bellies to the Centre cleave O for thy Mercies sake receive And succour those who in Thee trust PSALM XLV WIth heat divine inspir'd I sing A Panegyrick to the King High Raptures in a numerous stile I with a ready Pen compile Much fairer than our Humane Race Whose lips like Fountains flow with Grace For this the Lord thy Soul shall bless With everlasting Happiness Gird O most Mighty on thy Thigh Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie In triumph arm'd with Truth ride on By Clemency and Justice drawn No mortal vigour shall withstand The fury of thy dreadful Hand Thy piercing Arrows in the Kings Opposers hearts shall dye their wings Thy Throne no wast of Time decays Thy Scepter sacred Justice sways Thou Virtue lov'st but hast abhorr'd Deformed Vice for this the Lord Hath thee alone preferr'd and shed The Oyl of Joy upon thy head Thy Garments which in Grace excell Of Aloes Myrrh and Cassia smell Brought from the Ivory Palaces Which more than other Odors please Kings Daughters to augment thy State Among thy noble Damfels wait The Queen inthron'd on thy right hand Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand. Hark Daughter and by me be taught Thy Countrey banish from thy thought Thy House and Family forget His Joy upon thy Beauty set He is thy Lord O bow before And him eternally adore The Daughters of Sea-circled Tyre Shall bring their Purple and desire Even they whom Wealth and Honour grace To see the sweetness of thy Face Her Mind all Beauties doth infold Her fair limbs clad in purfled Gold She shall unto the King be brought In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought While Virgins on her Train attend Whose Faith and Friendship know no end Whom they
despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou this did I with silence see â—o as thou thought'st that I was like to thee â—ut I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect â—est I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Souls shall my Salvation see PSALM LI. LOrd to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streams of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soul O clense me from my bloody Deed That to my self appears so foul And now in true Contrition bleed My sins unmask'd before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confess to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice known In sin conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suck'd I from my Mothers breast Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdom is a constant guest With Hysop purge from blemish clear O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission hear The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A clean Heart in my breast create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quick'ning Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heav'nly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer clense from blood The Soul that will thy Mercy praise Give thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodness shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foul crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Arms imbrace And fair Ierusalem immure Then we with due Solemnity To Thee our grateful Vows will pay And Bulls which never Yoke did try Upon thy flaming Altar lay PSALM LII O Thou in Mischief great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with fraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evil dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Virtue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Structures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then tear thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Fear Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsook Nor for his refuge took Self-strength'ning with excess Of Wealth and Wickedness But I shall planted be Like a green Olive-tree In Gods own House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALM LIII FOols flattering their own vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To fetter Nature quench her flame When all this Universal Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The fear and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Think nothing that delights them vile Their Souls with wicked thoughts defile And all their foul Desires fulfill God from the Tow'r of Heav'n his Eyes On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statutes knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Virtue prise O deaf to good in knowledge blind By Sin through clouds of errour led Dull sensual Forms without a Mind Not slow though certain Vengeance dread The Righteous they devour like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrours shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty fear God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Arms against him bear Nor they their Infamy out-wear Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-star might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expel When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy shall Iacobs joy excell PSALM LIV. LOrd for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O hear my cries Which with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruel men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppress my Foes O side with those Who to my soul are true With vengeance recompence their Hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be Who from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALM LV. LOrd to my Prayers incline thine Ear Th' afflicted hear Nor be thou Deaf to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighs the groans the cries Which from my pensive Soul arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe Which storm-like grow And by blood thirsty Violence Truth my offence Who slander with their wounding Tongues And press me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approaching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Fear dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calm Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I find some Wilderness Removed far from mans access Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadful Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter than the Wind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walk the Round Rape Mischief Tears within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly reign Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union grown As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsel led Let Death devour them let them dive To Hell alive With mischief their proud roofs abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soul shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call My Prayers shall with the Suns uprise Ascend the Skies Renew'd when he at Noon displays His fervent Rays When he behind the Earth descends And Day out-worn with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Sphears And pierce his Ears He shall my captive Soul release And crown with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternal Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who only change from bad to worse Nor fear his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words than Butter
a Million Let me be contemn'd and poor In thy Temple keep a Door Then with wicked men possess All that they call Happiness O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy he Who alone depends on Thee PSALM LXXXV AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown Drawn from the Babylonian yoke Our Sins remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblown Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet reign Extending to the yet unborn Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn That thine in Thee may joy again O show'r thy Mercy from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speaks of Peace Such as in Sanctity increase Nor to their Sins again descend These soon with Freedom shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kiss For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousness look from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberal Hand The rich and ever grateful Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him go And her fair steps to Mortals show PSALM LXXXVI MY God thy Suppliant hear Afford a gentle Ear For I am comfortless And labour in distress My righteous Soul relieve So ready to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore Who daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all Who on thy Mercy call O hear my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found When troubles most abound What God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Zeal shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in Wonders shown Direct me in thy Way So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests clear United in thy Fear My Soul shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rful Enemies All Rebells to thy Will My guiltless blood would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy Bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Sign expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALM LXXXVII THe Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excel He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Ierusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Iudea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foreign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortal Hands Firm as the Mountain where it stands The Lord in his eternal Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall the Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streams from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALM LXXXVIII MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Ears Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now near the Jaws of greedy Death My light extinguish'd numbered Among the Dead Like men in battail slain the womb Of Earth their Tomb Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o're thrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerful Raies Crush'd by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Goal where I In Fetters lie Blind with my tears with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vain a walking Coarse Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show Who sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save Wilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown Where none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die Whilst I thy Terrours undergo Distracted by these storms of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devours My trembling Powers With troops of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALM LXXXIX OUr grateful Songs O thou eternal King Shall ever of thy boundless Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above Which on firm hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy seed establish and thy Throne sustain Whilst Seas shall flow or Moons increase and wain The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appears And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with fears Great God! how great when dreadful Armies joyn What God so strong what Faith so firm as thine Thy Bounds the Billows of the Sea restrain Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Main Proud Rahab like a Coarse with blood imbru'd Hew'n down the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round earth broad â—eas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestial swiftly rowl Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evenings sing thy praise Thy Arm excells in Strength thy hands sustain The World they made And guide it with a rein Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred brows infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet calls Throng to thy celebrated Festivalls They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouths be found And in thy Justice shall their Joys abound Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King
Thee adore that I may give a voice To thy great Acts and in their joy rejoyce We as our Fathers have thy Grace exil'd Revolted and our Souls with Sin defil'd They of thy Miracles in Egypt wrought So full of Fear and Wonder never thought Thy Mercies than their hairs in number more But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe That all the World his wondrous Power might know There the commanded Sea asunder rent While Israel through his dusty Chanel went Whom He from Phaeroah and his Army saves The swift-returning Floods their fatal Graves Then they his Word believ'd and sung his Praise Yet soon forgot and wandred from his Waies Who long for flesh to pamper their excess And tempt him in the barren Wilderness He grants their wish and with a Flight of Fowls Sent meager Death into their hungry Souls They Moses gentle Government oppose And envy Aaron whom the Lord had chose The yawning Earth then in her silent womb Did Dathan and Abirams Troops intomb A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burns And thoâ—e Conspirators to Ashes turns Yet they the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calf of Gold and to an Idol pray'd The Lord their Glory thus exchanged they For th' Image of a Beast that feeds on Hey Forgot their Saviour all his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o're-flown The Wonders acted by his pow'rful Hand Where the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command God hath pronounc'd their ruin Moses then His Servant Moses and the best of Men Stood in the Breach which their Rebellion made And by his Prayer the hand of Vengeance staid Yea they this fruitful Paradise despis'd Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd But mutined against their faithful Guide And basely wish'd they had in Aegypt dy'd For this the Lord advanc'd his dreadful Hand To overthrow them on th' Arabian Sand To scatter their rebellious Seed among Their Foes expos'd to poverty and Wrong Besides Baal-Peor they ador'd and fed On Sacrifices offer'd to the Dead Thus their Impieties the Lord incense Who smote them with devouring Pestilence But when with noble anger Phineas slew The bold Offenders He his Plagues with-drew This was reputed for a righteous Deed Which should for ever consecrate his Seed So they at Meribah his Anger mov'd The sacred Prophet for their sakes reprov'd Their Cries his Saint-like sufferance provoke Who rashly in his Souls distemper spoke Nor ever entred the affected Land They still rebellious to divine Command Preserv'd those Nations by his Wrath subdu'd Mixt with the Heathen and their Sins pursu'd Their cursed Idols serve with Rites profane Snares to their Soul and from no Crime abstain Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice To Devils and look on with tearless eyes Defil'd the Land with innocent blood which sprung From their own loins on flaming Altars flung Unto adulterate Deities they pray'd And worshipped those Gods their hands had made These crying Sins exasperate the Lord Who now his own Inheritance abhorr'd Given up unto the Heathen for a Prey Slaves to their Foes who hate them most obey Deliver'd oft as oft his Wrath provoke And with increasing Sins renew their Yoke Yet he compassionates their miseries And with soft pity hears their mournful Cries His former Promise calls to mind relents And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents In salvage Hearts unknown Compassion bred By whom but lately into thraldome led Great God of gods thy Votaries protect And from among the Barbarous recollect That we to Thee may dedicate our Daies And joyntly triumph in thy glorious Praise Blest O for ever blest be Israels King All you his People Halelujah sing Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fifth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM CVII EXtoll and our good God adore Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore O you by Tyrants late opprest Now from your servile Yokes releast Praise him who your Redemption wrought And home from barbarous Nations brought From where the Morn her Wings displays From where the Evening crowns the Dayes Beneath the burning Zone and near The Influence of the freezing Bear They in unpeopled Deserts straid The Heavens their Roof the Clouds their shade Their Souls with thirst and hunger faint None by to pity their Complaint When to the Lord their God they cry'd His Mercy their extreams suppli'd He led them through the Wilderness And gave them Cities to possess O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate For he in foodless Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestial Bread From wondring Rocks new Currents roul To satisfie the thirsty Soul Those Rebels who his Counsel slight Imprison'd in the shades of Night Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise When humbled with their miseries They to the Lord addrest their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs From Darkness draws dissolves their Grieves And from Deaths Jaws preserves their lives O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate He breaks Steel-bars and Gates of Brass To force a way for His to pass Those Fools whom pleasing Sins intice Are punish'd by their darling Vice Their Souls all sorts of Food distast Whom Troops of pale Diseases waste When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs His Word restores them from their Graves And from a dreadful Ruin saves O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate Due Praises to his Altar bring And of your great Redemption sing Who sail upon the toiling Main And traffick in pursuit of Gain To such his Power is not unknown Nor wonders in the Ocean shown At his Command black Tempests rise Then mount they to the troubled Skies Thence sinking to the Depths below The Ship Hulls as the Billows flow And all Aboard at every seel Like Drunkards on the Hatches reel When they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despairs Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage And foming Seas suppress their Rage Then singing with a prosperous Gale To their desired Harbour sail O you his Goodness celebrate His Acts to all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise He Rivers turns t' a Wilderness â—prings dry'd up by the Suns access To scourge their Sins he makes the Soil Ungrateful to the Owners toil Turns sandy Deserts into Pools And parched Earth with Fountains cools There plants his hungry Colonies Where strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles wear And spreading Vines full clusters bear They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die â—ut when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine War and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devour Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-less Wilderness Conceal'd themselves from Mans access The Poor he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with Joy behold Th' Unjust with fear and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will
Mercy hear my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength than I. My Soul out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King Who trust in thee Shall compass me And of thy Bounty sing PSALM CXLIII LOrd to my cries afford an ear Th' afflicted hear According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soul besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darkness hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrown My heart within me stupid grown I call to mind those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possess my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like rain by thirsty land Approach with speed my Spirits fail Thy Face unveil Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy hear Before the morning Sun appear My God thou art the only scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soul and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Inform me that I may fulfill Thy sacred Will My God let thy good Spirit lead That in thy paths my Feet may tread O for thy Honour quicken me Who trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multiply'd my woes PSALM CXLIV THe Lord my Strength be only prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtful Battle given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortress high-built Tower My Rock Redeemer Shield and Power My only Confidence who still â—ubjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his frail Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanity A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoop from the bending Skies The Mountains touch and Clouds shall rise â—rom thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch down thy hand which only saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies â—â—ur'd to perjuries and lies Their Hands defil'd with fraud and wrong Then will I in a new-made Song Unto the softly-warbling string Of thy Illustrious Praises sing Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd â—ree from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foul deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treachery and guile That in their Youth our Sons may grow Like Lawrel Groves our Daughters show Like polish'd pillars deck'd with Gold Which high and Royal roofs uphold Our Magazines abound with Grain Provision of all sorts contain Increasing Flocks our Pastures fill And well-fed Steers the Fallows till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyn in dreadful fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearful shrieks disturb our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happy O thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALM CXLV I Still will of thy Glory sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall pass without thy praise Prais'd while the Sun his Beams displays Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Works which so in power excell The Beauty of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Sense Men shall thy dreadful Acts relate My Verse thy Greatness celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Justice sing For in Thee Grace and Pity live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodness Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Works transcend Even all thy Works shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy far-spreading Empire speak Thy Power to which all Powers are weak To make thy Acts to Mortals known And glory of thy awfull Throne Thy Kingdom never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustain And Souls dejected raise again All seek from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberal Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his Waies Who Mercy in his Works displaies â—s present by his power with all Who on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect Who love Him Safety shall enjoy The Lord the Wicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodness shall proclame Man-kind for ever praise his Name PSALM CXLVI Hallelu-jah O My Soul praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternal King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no help at all Nor prevent his proper fall When his parting breath expires He again to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertain day All his thoughts with him decay Happy he whom God protects He on whom his Grace reflects Happy he who plants his trust On the only Good and Just. He who Heavens blâ—w Arch display'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Main Made what ever all contain True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Souls with food sustains And unbinds the Prisoners chains To the blind restores his sight Rears who fall by wicked might Righteousness his Soul affects Friendless Strangers he protects Widdows and the Fatherless Those confounds who these oppress Zion God thy God shall raign While the Poles their Orbs sustain Hallelu-jah PSALM CXLVII JEhovah praise with one consent How comely sweet how excellent To sing our great Creators praise Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise Collecting scattered Israel That they in their own Towns may dwell He cures the sorrows of our minds Our wounds imbalms and softly binds He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames And calls them by their several Names Great is our God and great in might His Knowledge O most infinite The Humble unto Thrones erects The Insolent to Earth dejects Present your thanks to our great King On solemn Harps his Praises sing Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides And timely Rain for Earth provides With grass he clothes the pregnant Hills And hungry beasts with Herbage fills He feeds the Ravens croaking brood Left by the Old that cry for food He cares not for the strength of Horse Nor mans strong limbs and matchless force But those affects who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith O Solyma Jehovah praise To God thy Voice O Sion raise Who hath thy City fortify'd Thy streets with Citizens supply'd Firm peace in all thy borders set And fed thee with the flower of Wheat He sends forth his Commands which flie More swift than Lightning through the Skie The Snow-like Wool on