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A76624
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Daveidos: or, a specimen of some of David's psalms in English metre With remarks upon the late translators, by Mr. John Phillips.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Selections.
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Phillips, John, Mr.
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1698
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Wing B2610A; ESTC T191036
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didst prove my Heart And saw st my Innocence For I resolv'd my wary Lips Should utter no Offence Whate'er the wicked did advise Thy Precepts guided me For led by them I ever shun'd The Paths of Cruelty Preserve me in thy Holy Paths O thou most faithful Guide That while I walk the ways of Truth My Feet may never slide I call'd upon thee for said I My God will surely hear Hear me O God and to my words Bow down thy Gracious Ear. Shew us thy wondrous Mercy thou The World 's great Governour And save thy People from the Proud That spurn against thy Power Keep me O Lord as thou wouldst keep The Apple of thine Eye Under the Shadow of thy Wings Let me in Safety lye Protected from the Hate of men That would my Life confound From those that greedy of my Soul Each Day beset me round Second Part. In their own Fat and Plenty clos'd They boast their high Success And pamper'd with their cursed Wealth Their Scorn of thee express Way-laying us on every side With restless toyl they lye Fixing their Eyes upon the ground Our private Steps to spie So hunts the Lyon all the Night His hunger to allay So hunts the eager Lyon's Whelp For his unwary Prey Up Lord and disappoint their Rage And my sad Soul set free From thy consuming Sword the Sword Of them that evil be From Men the fatal Instruments Of thy avenging Ire From Men that in this World possess Their cruel Heart's Desire For whose supply the secret Earth Her treasures opens wide From whence their pamper'd Appetites Are duly satisfy'd Whose Offspring greatly numerous Yet have their ample Shares And their divided Substance leave In plenty to their Heirs But as for me in Righteousness Let me behold thy Face And waking of thy Glory full Let me thy Love embrace PSALM XVIII THee will I love O Lord my Strength My Rock and my Defence My Soul's support my God my Might My only Confidence The Shield that doth preserve my Life From frequent Dangers free My saving Health and Refuge still In all Adversity The Pangs of Death environ'd me On every side distress'd The wicked like the rowling Waves To my Destruction press'd The Chains of Death about my Life Were like a Circle thrown Entangl'd in the Snares of Death My hopes were almost gone Then did I cry unto my God And call upon his Name He heard my soon-admitted Voice That from his Altar came Then trembl'd the amazed Earth As with an Ague shook Their deep Foundations the high Hills With suddain fear forsook His kindled Wrath sent forth a Cloud Whose substance brightly burn'd And in his Fury Coals of Fire The Hills to Ashes turn'd Then the wide Arch of Heav'n he bow'd And gloriously came down While Darkness hover'd underneath The Footstool of his Throne High mounted on the Cherubims He pranc'd the lofty Air While on their Wings th' obedient Winds Th' Illustrious Chariot bare Second Part. Then in the Region of the Clouds He pitch'd his gloomy Tent And as a Curtain round him drew The watry Firmament But when he purpos'd that the World His Brightness should admire Those Clouds to wondrous Meteors turn'd Of Hail and Coals of Fire The ratling Thunder loudly then Brake through the vaulted Sky And through the spacious Air was heard The Voice of the most High He sent his Lightnings and dispers'd His Foes of Succour void Nor ceas'd he to increase those Flames Till they were all destroy'd Th' affrighted Sea at his Rebuke Her Channel then display'd And where the World's Foundations were In vast Abysses laid His Angels from their starry Seats Came down by his Command And from the Surges of the Deep They drew me safe on Land He sav'd me from my strongest Foes That bare me deadly Spight Depriv'd of other Force to shun The Pressure of their Might Prevented by their crafty Hate I saw my Ruin near But my Upholder was the Lord Who led me out of fear He brought me to a spacious Place A place of Liberty He brought me forth to shew the World How much he favour'd me According to my Righteousness The Lord did me reward And to the pureness of my Hands His Mercy had regard Third Part. Because I walked in the ways Most pleasing to the Lord Nor in contempt of his Commands Forsook his Holy Word For every Day and every Hour His Laws before me lay His Statutes did I not contemn Nor vainly cast away And in my Duty to my God I kept my self upright Shuning those Pleasures whose soft Charms My Frailty did invite Therefore according to my Truth The Lord did me reward And to the cleanness of my Hands His Favour had regard To them that Holy are will He As pure and Holy prove And be upright to the Upright That labour for his Love He will be likewise justly true Unto the pure in Mind But to the Froward and Perverse As dangerously unkind Thus to the Humble and the Poor His favour shall be shown But as for proud and Haughty looks They shall be soon cast down The Lord shall make my Taper yield A clear and distant Light My day redawning shall no more Give way to irksome Night For I assisted by my God Have mighty Hosts subdu'd And mounting Walls of dreadful Height Have slain a Multitude The ways of God are Uncorrupt His Faith is purely try'd To Mortal Men a sure defence Who in his Faith abide For who is God besides the Lord Our King and Governour And who is mighty save our God The Fountain of all Power Fourth Part. 'T is God that Girds me round with Strength And lades me with renown While all my dangerous Attempts Desir'd successes Crown He made me for the Race of War Then is the Roe more Fleet And on the Highest places set My soon Victorious Feet My hands he teaching how to fight Gives courage to my skill And He enabling my strong Arm Can break a Bow of steel The shield of thy All-saving Might Thou gav'st me from on high And thy Right Hand preserves me still Among the Troops that dye When Thou in Battel for my steps Mad'st room among the slain In Heat of all Incounters safe My feet thou didst sustain Then I pursu'd my Enemies And took'em in the Chace Nor would retire till they were all Consum'd before my face The wounds I gave them soar and deep Disabl'd 'em to rife Under my feet their sullen Pride Now in dishonour lyes In Battel girded with thy strength I fought my daring Foes And by thy Aid fubdu'd they fell That did my power oppose With Broaken Limbs they groveling lay Submissive to my will That all my stubborn Enemies I then might save or kill For succour loudly then they cry'd But there was none to save Ev'n to God they made their Moans But He no Answer gave Fifth Part. Then did I pound'em small as dust That flies before the Wind And trod 'em on the Ground like Clay