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
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
ME keep O Lord from th' evil mans intent Preserve me from the man that 's violent 2 Which mischiefs in their hearts think on and are Daily together gathered for war 3 Their tongues like Serpents sharpened they have Under their tongues doth Adders poison cleave 4 Keep me O Lord from th' wickeds hands also And eke from him who would my steps o're-throw 5 The proud a snare and cords for me did hide For me they spread a net by th' high-way side 6 I said unto the Lord thou' rt God my choice Therefore O Lord hear thou thy Servants voice 7 O God and eke of my Salvation aid In day of war thou 'st made me not afraid 8 Th' wicked's device Lord further not nor grant Lest they themselves exalt force us to want 9 As for their heads that compass me all over Let th' mischief of their lips and tongues them cover 10 Let them in fire be cast and there remain And from deep pits never to rise again 11 Let no ill speaker long live here below Ill hurt shall th' violent man and him o're-throw 12 I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain And th' right of th' poor shall e're with them remain 13 Surely th' upright shall thanks give to thy Name Th' just shall live in thy sight and do the same PSAL. CXLI 1 TO thee I call make hast O Lord on high Hear thou my voice when unto thee I cry 2 As incense let my pray'r ascend to thee My hands up lift as sacrifices be 3 Set thou a watch O Lord my mouth before And of my lips be keeper of the dore 4 To any evil thing put not mine heart In th' practise of lewde works give me no part 5 ' Mongst those that sin work Lord do not me seat Neither let me once of their dainties eat 6 'T is good for me if good men do me smite And me reprove like oil 't shall me delight 7 When th'judges are in stony place o're-thrown They'st hear my words they 'r sweet like them there 's none 8 Our bones are scattered at th' mouth of th' grave As when on earth one wood doth cut and cleave 9 But I Lord lift mine eyes to thee most just Do not forsake my soul in thee 's my trust 10 Me keep from th' snare which they have laid for me And th'gins of those that work iniquitie 11 Let th' wicked men into their own nets fall Ev'n whilest that I escape their dangers all PSAL. CXLII 1 I Cry'd unto the Lord ev'n with my voice And made my prayer unto my God and choice 2 To him my deep complaint I poured out Shew'd him the grief which compast me about 3 When spirit was o're-whelm'd my path thou knew For me asnare they laid close from my view 4 I look't about saw none that would me know None car'd for me my refuge fail'd also 5 I cry'd to thee thou' rt my defence I said I' th' livings Land my portion and mine aid 6 I 'm brought full low attend unto my cry Me keep from foes that stronger are then I. 7 My soul from prison bring thy Name to praise Saints me shall compasse when thou dost me raise PSAL. CXLIII 1 Lord hear my prayer to thee my suit attend As thou art gracious answer to me send 2 Judge not thy servant Lord be thou his guide For in thy sight none shall be justifi'd 3 For foes pursu'd my life smite me to ground I 've dwelt in darkness like men dead I 'm found 4 My spirit 's over-whelm'd and eke my heart Within me 's desolate there 's no whole part 5 I 'm mindfull of times past and meditate Thy works on which with hands thou didst create 6 To thee O Lord stretch forth mine hand did I My soul thirsts after thee in Land most dry 7 Me hear my heart fails hide not th' face from me Lest like to those that go to pit I be 8 Cause me to hear thy love I trust in thee Lift up my soul to walk aright teach me 9 Me keep O Lord from all mine enemies And eke me hide from those ' gainst me arise 10 Thou art my God thou' rt good teach me thy will Th' Land of uprightness lead me into still 11 Raise me for thy Names sake O Lord my King For th' justice sake my soul from trouble bring 12 All them that me afflict O Lord destroy For I 'm thy servant thou' rt my onely joy PSAL. CXLIV 1 BLest be the Lord my strength who by his might My hands doth teach to war fingers to fight 2 My goodness strength deliverer and shield In whom I trust he makes my people yeeld 3 Lord what is man that thou dost knowledge take Of him and his and wilt not them forsake 4 Man is most like to vanity and 's day Is like a shaddow that doth passe away 5 The heavens bow O Lord descend the same The Mountains touch and they shall smoke like flame 6 Light'ning cast forth and scatter them abroad Shoot out thy darts and them destroy O God 7 Send down thine hand O Lord deliver me From waters great from strangers set me free 8 Whose subtill mouth of vanity doth speak And whose right hand doth into falshood break 9 I 'le sing a song most new to God on high With ten string instruments thee praise will I. 10 'T is he Salvation that to Kings doth give Who David keeps from sword makes him to live 11 Rid me from children strange I thee intreat Whose mouth is vanity whose hand deceit 12 That our sons may as plants grow up not fade And Daughters eke as palaces be made 13 Our garners that with store they may be found And that our sheep in streets may much abound 14 That Oxen for our labour may be strong Besieg'd by none none in our streets do wrong 15 In such a case who 're found blest are all they Yea happy're those whose Gods the Lord their stay PSAL. CXLV 1 FOr ever-more O Lord I 'le blesse thy Name O God my King I will extoll the same 2 Yea ev'ry day I will advance thy praise I thee will blesse both now and eke alwayes 3 Great is the Lord to be advanced high Unsearchable his goodness 'bove the skie 4 From age to age all praise thy mighty deeds And tell what wondrous acts from thee proceeds 5 Of th' glorious honour of thy Majesty I 'le speak and of thy wondrous works most high 6 Th' might of thy dreadfull acts men shall lay bare And I my self thy greatness will declare 7 They 'l utter much goodness of thee their King They of thy righteousness aloud shall sing 8 God gracious is he hath compassion store To anger slow he'th mercy ever-more 9 He 's good to all his mercy tender is O're all his works for all the earth is his 10 O Lord thy works for ever shall thee praise Saints shall not cease thy Name to bless alwayes 11 Of th' glorious
that would me slay 2 Hide me from those that in deceit do lurk And eke from those iniquity that work 3 Who whet their tongues like as men whet their swords And bend their bows to shoot their bitter words 4 That they may hit in secret place the just They quickly shoot at him no God they trust 5 In wicked works they have decreed and say Let 's use deceit there 's none dare bid us nay 6 What way to hurt they muse within their heart What snares to use they all consult their part 7 But God will shoot at them and with them fight He shall them wound and put them all to flight 8 Their evill tongues shall work themselves such blame That who their faults see wonder at the same 9 All men that see of Gods great works shall tell And all his doings they shall know full well 10 The just shall trust in God and shall rejoyce So shall the pure in heart be glad in voyce PSAL. LXV 1 IN Sion Lord for thee e're waiteth praise And to thee I 'le perform my vow always 2 For that thou do'st unto my pray'rs agree All folk both far and near shall trust in thee 3 Iniquities ' gainst me prevail alway For my transgressions purge them all away 4 The man is blest thou takes i' th' Court to dwell With goodness of thine house it shall excell 5 Hear us O God our health from thee doth rise The hope of earth and of Sea coasts likewise 6 Which by his strength he makes the mountaines stand With strength they are beset and with thine hand 7 Which maketh boistrous Seas to be most still And governeth all tumults at his will 8 The folk that dwell on earth shall dread to see Thy signes the morn and noon shall e're praise thee 9 When th' earth is dry and thirsteth more and more Then with thy drops do thou encrease her store Thy floods do ever flow in ev'ry thing The seed and corn thou makest up to spring 10 Thou breaks her clods with wet her furrows fills Her fruits are blest thy drops on her distills 11 Thou deckst the earth with fair and pleasant crop Thy clouds of rain great plenty they do drop 12 Whereby the desert great increase shall bring Hills shall therein rejoyce and eke forth spring 13 The pastures flocks shall feed and cover th' earth Th' corn so encrease that men shall sing with mirth PSAL. LXVI 1 YE men make joyfull noise to God alwayes 2 Sing forth his Name and glorious make his praise 3 How great thou art in all thy works say ye Thy foes for fear ' gainst will they seek to thee 4 All earth shall sing unto thy holy Name I 'le worship thee my soul shall do the same â—Behold and see what things the Lord hath wrought Mark well what he for man to passe hath brought â—The Seas he dry'd therein a way they had They went on foot most dry their hearts were glad â—By pow'r he rules and eyes all men for ever Triumphing rebells he will not deliver â—Ye people bless the Lord our God always With joyfull voyce sing ye eke of his praise â—Who keeps our souls in life all by his love He looks t' our steps we shall not slip nor move â—0 Though like to silver Lord thou didst us try â—1 And broughtest grief on us that we should ly â—2 Though thou let men our heads o're ride and raign Though we through fire and water run for pain Yet sure I am thou didest it for best Thou brought'st us in a place of wealth and rest 13 Into thine house I 'le go and dayly pray There to apply my self my vows and pay 14 Which with my mouth I spake in all my smart And which I made in dolour of my heart 15 Burnt offrings I 'le give thee fat oxe and rams My sacrifice shall be of goats and lambs 16 Come forth and hear all ye that fear the Lord What for my soul he'th done I will record 17 Full oft to mind his goodness I do call I make great speed t' shew forth his praises all 18 If I in heart regard iniquity The Lord will never hear me when I cry 19 But verily the Lord hears my desire And grants me what of him I do require 20 Blessed be God who hears me when I pray His mercies from me he takes not away PSAL. LXVII 1 THe Lord in mercy grant to us his grace And cause on us to shine his glorious face 2 That all the folk on earth may know thy way And saving health ' mongst nations great I say 3 Let all the people praise thy holy Name And thee extoll my soul shall do the same 4 Let all the world rejoyce and sing with mirth For thou with truth and right dost guide the earth 5 Let all the people praise thine Holy Name And thee extol my soul shall do the same 6 Then shall the earth yeild forth her great encrease And then to bless us thou wilt never cease 7 God will us blesse and then both far and near Shall have great cause his holy Name to fear PSAL. LXVIII 1 GOds foes shall flee when that he doth arise And scattred shall be all his enemies 2 As fire melts wax and th' wind blows smoake away So in Gods presence th' wicked shall decay 3 But just men 'fore the Lord shall much rejoyce They shall be glad and chearfull in their voyce 4 Who rides on th' skies sing praises to his Name His Name is Jah let 's magnifie the same 5 He that 's above within his holy place Is Childrens Father judge of widdows case 6 Houses he gives unto the comfortlesse But rebells brings into a great distresse 7 When thou didst march th' Egyptians from among And brought'st thy folk through desart wide and long 8 He made it rain so fast the earth did quake His mighty presence made Mount Sion shake 9 Thou wash't thine heritage with store of rain When weary 't was thou didst with it remain 10 Thy chosen flock dwelt there and thou hast store Of goodness got for those which are thy poore 11 God gave the Word great company were those That set it forth for they of him were chose 12 Kings of great Armies fled apace with toil And she that staid at home shall part the spoil 13 Though ye'mong pots have lain y'out shine the dove Whose wings beneath like silver gold above 14 When in 't God scatted Kings both high and low It was like Salmon Hill as white as snow 15 Though Bashan be an hill both great and high Yet Sion doth it much exceed then why 16 Brag ye ye Hills to leap cease will ye never God Sion loves and there he 'l dwell for ever 17 His Armies thousands are of warriours strong He eke in Sinai is them all among 18 Thou 'st gone on high and captive led them all Which long since kept his chosen ones in thrall Thou 'st gifts receiv'd and
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
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. 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