those that seek thy Mercy find Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meek in righteousness shall guide To such his heavenly Will express Which shall with Truth and Mercy bless All such as in his Laws abide My sins so numerous and great O â—or thy honour Lord forget What 's he who fears The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soul refresh'd with calm repose The Land by his fair Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seal his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pitty me so worn with cares Despised poor and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toil and straits wherein I live My sins so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent grown How are they multiply'd of late Who hate me with a deadly hate Deliver O! from shame protect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve Who constantly thy aid expect Redeem thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALM XXVI LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Souls integritie How can I fall When I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reins and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sin offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In grateful verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteem excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwells My life O close Not up with those Whose sin thy Grace expells Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeem O with thy Grace sustain My feet now stand upon the plain Thy Justice I Will magnifie With those who fear thy Name PSALM XXVII GOd is my Saviour my clear light Who then can my repose affright Or what appear Worth such a fear My life protected by his Might Vain hatred vain their power That would my life devour These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once inclose Of fear I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compass me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When storms arise on ev'ry side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shock Hath fixt me on a Rock Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string O hear thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pity and reply When thus the Lord In sweet accord Seek thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seek thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turn aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers known O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me the Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Bear Wrath and Death My Soul had sunk beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undaunted stand His heav'nly Will attend Who timely aid will send PSALM XXVIII MY God my Rock regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of dark Oblivion lie To my ascending Grief give ear When I my hands devoutly rear Before thy Mercy-seat with fear With wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate Who speak of Peace but foster hate Such as their works their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadful punishment Since they will not thy Choice renown But hate whom thou intend'st to crown O build not up but pull them down He hears His Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on ev'ry side â—ince all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my Tears devour My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Bless feed preserve and still advance PSALM XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heav'n and Earth Glory give his Pow'r proclame Magnifie and praise his Name Worship in the Beauty bless Beauty of his Holiness From a dark and show'ring Cloud On the floods that roar aloud Hark! his Voice with terrour breaks God our God in Thunder speaks Powerful in his Voice on high Full of Pow'r and Majestie Lofty Cedars overthrown Cedars of steep Libanon Calf-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthful Unicorn Lab'ring Clouds with Light'ning torn At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for fear Shady Forrests bare appear His renown by ev'ry tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Floods restrains He a King for ever raigns God his People shall increase Arm with Strength and bless with Peace PSALM XXX MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffer'd the proud Enemy To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arm did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vows unto the Lord His perfect Holiness record Whose Wrath but for a Moment stays His quick'ning Favour life bestows Tears may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joys soon-ending Woes In my Prosperity I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortifi'd Am like a stedfast Mountain made But when thou hid'st thy cheerful Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my grief renew Which thus implor'd thy saving Grace What profit can my blood afford When I shall to the Grave descend Can senseless Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercy in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope
protects Keeps every bone of theirs intire The Wicked swallows in his Ire And who the Righteous hate The Lord his Servants shall redeem Those ever dear in his esteem Who on his Promise wait PSALM XXXV LOrd plead my cause against my foes With such as fight against me fight Arise thy ample Shield oppose And with thy Sword defend my right Address thy Spear those in their way Encounter who my Soul invade To her O let thy Spirit say I am thy God and saving Aide Let those who my disgrace contrive Hang down their heads for flight design'd Who seek my fall let Angels drive Like Chaff befoâ—e the blustring wind Obscure and slippery be their path Let winged Troops pursue their foil Since they for me with causeless wrath Have dig'd a pit and pitch'd a Toil Let suddain ruin them destroy Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid Then in the Lord my Soul shall joy And glory in his timely Aid My Bones shall say O who like thee That arm'st the Weak against the Strong That do'st the Poor and Needy free From outrage and too powerful wrong False witnesses against me stood Who unknown accusations brought That Evil rendered for Good And closely my confusion sought I in their sickness did condole Unfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd With fasting humbled my sad Soul And often to my Prayers return'd Him visited both Night and Day As if an ancient Friend or Brother In Black upon the Earth I lay And wept as for my dying Mother Yet these rejoyced in my woe False Comforters about me croud And least I should their cunning know They rent their Cloths and cry'd aloud Like Hypocrites at Feasts they jeer Whose gnashing teeth their hate profess O Lord how long wilt thou forbear And only look on my distress O save from those who smile and kill My Dearling from the Lions Jaws I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause Let not my causeless Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state Nor wink at me with scornful eyes Who swell with undeserved hate Of Peace they speak not rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue Who wry their mouths at me and say Ha Ha! our eyes thy ruin view This seen O stand no longer mute Nor Lord desert my Innocence Awake arise O prosecute My Cause and plead in my Defence With Justice Judge nor let them say In triumph We our wish possess Not in their mirthful hearts Ha Ha! W' have swallow'd him in his distress Wrath and confusion seize on those Who in my tribulation joy Let them who glory in my woes Be cloth'd with shame and infamy Let those eternally rejoyce Who favour and assist my right For ever with exalted voice The goodness of our God recite And say O magnifie his Name Who glories in his servants peace My tongue his Justice shall proclame Nor ever in his praises cease PSALM XXXVI WHen I the bold Transgressor see My thoughts thus whisper unto me He never fear'd the Lord He smooths himself in his own eyes 'Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd Their words are vain and full of guile They Wisdom from their hearts exile Forsaken Virtue hate Who mischief on their Beds contrive Through by-ways to bad ends arrive And vices propagate Thy Mercy Lord is thron'd on high And thy approv'd Fidelity The lofty Skie transcends Thy Justice like a Mountain steep Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deep Who man and beast defends O Lord how precious is thy Grace The sons of men their comfort place Beneath thy shady wings They with thy Houshold dainties shall Be fully satisfi'd and all Drink of thy pleasant Springs For O! from thee the Fountain flows Which endless Life on thine bestows Inlight'ned with thy Light On such as know thee show'r thy Grace O let thy Justice those embrace Who are in heart upright Let not the feet of Pride defeat Nor such as are in mischief great My guiltless Soul surprize The workers of iniquity Are faln like Meteors from the skie Cast down no more to rise PSALM XXXVII VEx not thy self at the impiety Of wicked men nor their frail height envy â—or they shall soon be mow'd like Summers Hay And as the verdure of the Herb decay â—rust thou in God do good and long in peace Possess the Land refresh'd by her increase Be he thy sole delight He shall inspire Thy raised thoughts and grant thy hearts desire Relye and to his care thy ways commend Who will produce them to a happy end He shall thy Justice like the Light display And make thy Judgement as the Height of Day Rest on the Lord and patiently attend His Heavenly Will nor let it thee offend Because the wicked in their courses thrive And prosperously at their desires arrive Abstain from anger heady wrath eschew Nor fret thou lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue God will cut off the Bad the Faithful bless Who shall the ever-fruitful Land possess After a while th' Unjust shall cease to be Thou shalt his place consider but not see The Meek in heart shall reap the Lands increase And solace in the multitude of Peace Against the Godly wicked Men conspire Gnash their malicious Teeth and foam with ire But God shall laugh at their impiety Because he knows their Day of Doom is nigh They draw their bloody Swords their Bows are bent To kill the Needy Poor and Innocent But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their own Steel their Bow 's asunder broke That little which the Righteous hath excells Th' abundant wealth wherein the Wicked swells For God the arms of violent Men will break But shield the Righteous and support the Weak His eyes behold the suff'rings of the Poor Their firm possessions ever shall endure They in the time of danger shall not dread But shall in Famin's rage be fill'd with Bread When vitious men shall speedily decay And those who slight Jehovah melt away As fat of Lambs which sacred Fires consume And forthwith vanish like the rising fume The Wicked borrow never to restore The Just are gracious and relieve the Poor Whom God shall bless they shall the Land enjoy Whom God shall curse them vengeance shall destroâ— The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs For He even He their ordred paths affects Although they fall yet fall to rise again For his His Care and powerful Hand sustain I have been young am old yet never saw The Just abandon'd nor those who draw From him their birth with beggery opprest He lends in mercy and his Seed are blest Do good shun evil and remain unmov'd For Righteous Souls are of the Lord belov'd His undeserted Saints protecting still Their Plants up-rooting who transgress his Will Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land And dwell therein while Mountains stedfast stand The Righteous Soul of sacred Judgement speaks And from his Lips a spring of Wisdom breaks Gods Law is in his Heart his Light
I Vices should affect Would not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard Which my tongue with tears preferr'd Sourâ—e of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALM LXVII LOrd show'r on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extol thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourn in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With fear adore PSALM LXVIII LEt God the God of Battail rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoak which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyful Songs his Praise resound Who riding on the rowling Sphears The Name of great Jehovah bears Before his Face your joys express A Father to the fatherless He wipes the tears from Widows eyes The single Plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound While Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march'd through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shook With his majestick Presence strook When Israels God in Clouds came down High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crown He in th' approach of meager Dearth With show'rs refresht the fainting Earth Where his own Flock in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels sing He Kings with their vast Armies foils While women share their wealthy spoils You who among the Pots have lain In Soot and Smoak shall shine again Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove Whose wings with golden Splendor move When he the Kings had overthrown Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountain Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends Why boast you so ye meaner Hills God with his Glory Sion fills This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence His Chariots twenty thousand were Which Myriads of Angels bear He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Self hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivity Deck'd with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestows Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods Who his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Iacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring again And through the bottom of the Main That Dogs may lap their enemies blood And they wade through a crimson Flood We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers march'd before Who instruments of Musick bore In order followed Every Maid Upon her pleasant Timbrel plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountain spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Iudah from his Mountain-throne The far removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Iordan where his stream dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Ierusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Bulls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea Which beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdoms through the World renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides Whose voice the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throws A trembling horror on his Foes While us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALM LXIX LOrd snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deep Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yielding mud There where no bottom can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight fails my long-expecting Eyes My Hairs are not in number more Than my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never took restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithful blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor O! let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a general scorn Deserted by my near Allies By children of my Mother born Through zeal unto thy Honour worn While thy reproach upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my looks exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Yet shall my Prayers and Sighs ascend Even in an acceptable hour Thy Mercy gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almighty Power Let not the swallowing mud devour Preserve from such a shameful end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keep Let not the Billows overflow Nor Whirl-pits suck into their Deep O pity Thou the Eyes that weep And thy Transcendent Mercy show Hear and redeem without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soul in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc'd Was ever Sorrow half so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Grief no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eat And Vinegar to quench my Thirst. O be their board a snare to those Prosperity it self a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkness close And let them fall by their own weight Pour on them thy Eternal hate With vengeance multiply their woes In Ruins let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Souls with slander wound Let their Iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercy joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Daies Though poor to misery begot Yet Thou shalt my dejection raise Then will I celebrate thy Praise My thankful Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Than Bulls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Horns with Garlands
record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALM CVIII MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the World rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O hear us who thy aid implore And with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Sâ—â—coths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battail bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold â— will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe When Death and Horrour most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For O the help of Man is vain Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown PSALM CIX MY God my Glory leave not in Distress Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress They who delight in subtilties and wrongs Afflict me with the poison of their tongues With Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turns with evil proudly recompence And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repair And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer Subject him to a Tyrants stern command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime May he by violence untimely dye And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vain His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread Let griping Usurers divide his spoil And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrown Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till he out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his own head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest And like a fatal Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boil And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies Who seek to blast me with malicious lies But Lord in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poor with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every wind My feeble Knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproach hath seiz'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerful Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless And pine with envy at my good success Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALM CX THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Sion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day With their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew Which hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did break Of th' order of Melchisedeck That thou a Priest should'st raign Even while the Sun disperst his Light While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night Or Stars their course maintain God in that Day at thy right hand Their Blood who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill Who over many Nations sway And only their own Wills obey Shall sink beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage PSALM CXI MY Soul the honour of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath shown With joy by their admirers known His glorious deeds all praise transcend His equal Justice knows no end Left in eternal Monuments Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who fear his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Laws and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His fear is the Original Of Wisdom and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never dye PSALM CXII Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who fears the Lord And cheerfully obeys his Word His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endless honour crown'd To him in darkness light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poor provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him down No time deface his just renown Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearless fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th' unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grinde And languish with the grief of minde Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALM CXIII Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening
Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely dye Be they like Corn on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome bears But withers still before it ears No Travailer their labours bless Nor say We wish you good success PSALM CXXX OUt of the horrour of the Deep Where fear and sorrow never sleep To the my cries In sighs arise Lord from despair thy servant keep O lend a gracious ear And my petitions hear For if thou should'st our sins observe And punish us as we deserve Not one of all But then must fall Since all from their obedience swerve Yet art not thou severe That we thy Name might fear Thy Mercies our misdeeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearful Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Iacobs Race â—n him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeem from Sin and Hell PSALM CXXXI THou Lord my witness art I am not proud of heart Nor look with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vain pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers breast On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the only scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALM CXXXII REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Iacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convey'd No Roof shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleep my eye-lids close 'Till I have found a place for his abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Ark we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle go And there our selves before thy Foot-stool throw Ascend to thy eternal Rest at length â—hou and the Ark of thy admired strength â— let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctity â—nd all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy â—or Davids sake receive into thy Grace â—rom thy Anointed never turn thy Face â—or thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget â—hy Son shall long possess thy royal Seat â—nd if thy Children my commands obâ—erve â—or from the rules of my prescription swerve â—heir Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway â—ven while the Sun illuminates the Day â—or Sion I have chosen Sion great 〈◊〉 my affections my eternal Seat â— will abundantly increase her store And with the flow'r of Wheat sustain her poor Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyful Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horn of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burn out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALM CXXXIII O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyn in mutual love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Down to the borders of his Vest. T is like the pearls of Dew that drop On Hermons ever-fragrant top Or which the smiling Heavens distill On happy Sions sacred Hill For God hath there his favours plac't And joy which shall for ever last PSALM CXXXIV YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait Who keep your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerful light In th' Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recess The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People bless The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALM CXXXV O You who Ephods wear and Incense fling On sacred flames Jehovah's praises sing You who his Temple guard O celebrate His glorious Name his noble Acts relate How great a joy with such sincere delight To crown the Day and entertain the Night For Israel is his choice and Iacobs Race â—is treasure and the object of his Grace 〈◊〉 power how infinite how much before â—hose mortal gods whom frantick men adore â—ll on his Will depend all Homage owe 〈◊〉 Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below â—t his command exhaled Vapors rise â—nd in condensed clouds obscure the Skies â—rom thence in show'rs He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-born of Men and Cattle slew â—resh streams of blood the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' Inhabitants that drink of Nilus flood At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Great Princes who excell'd in fortitude And mighty Nations by his power subdu'd Strong Sihon whom the Amorites obey'd And strenuous Og who Bashans Scepter sway'd With all the Kingdoms of the Canaanites Who to the Conquerours resign their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitful fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto Eternity And thy immortal Fame shall never dye Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helpless gods ador'd in foreign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deaf Ears still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive Lungs Who made resemble them and such are those Who in such senseless stocks their hopes repose O praise the Lord you who from Israel spring His Praises O you Sons of Aaron sing You of the House of Levi praise his Name All you who God adore his Praise proclaime From Sion praise the only Good and Great Who in Ierusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALM CXXXVI THe Bounty of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters sways Thanks to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings E-ter-nal Mercy springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Sky Those Orbs that move so orderly Firm Earth above The Floods that move Display'd and rais'd the Hills on high For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs Who Sun and Moon inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Stars And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The first-born of Aegyptians slew Whose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerful hand Th' oppressed sons of Iacob drew For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled Who in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-less Deserts led For from the King of kings Eternal mercy springs Who numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid Who Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Unto their Seed Who in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of
only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted Voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded Heart And turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty if there be Deceit in me If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soul pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadful Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And Vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless they change relent He whets his Sword his Bow is bent Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath And will at those who persecute swift Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with Zealous Praises Crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
Trouble dost thou hide thy cheerful face Who want thy Grace The poor pur sue with cruel pride O be they by their own In-ven-tions o-ver-thrown The wicked boast of their success The covetous profanely bless By Thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy pow'r confess Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements far above their sight Their enemies Scoff and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatness ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischief ever prone to ill In secret they Lurk to betray The Innocent in corners kill His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poor are bent He like a Lion in his den Awaits to catch oppressed men Who unaware Light in his snare His couched limbs contracts that then With all his strength he may Rush on his wretched prey His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides his face he minds it not Arise O Lord Draw thy just sword Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poor and desolate O shield them from his hate Why should the wicked God despise And say he looks with careless eyes Their well seen spight Thou shalt requite The poor O Lord on Thee relies Thou help'st the Fatherless Whom cruel men oppress A sunder break the arms of those Who ill affect and good oppose Their crimes explore Untill no more Lurk in their bosoms to disclose Eternal King thy Hand Hath chac'd them from thy Land Lord thou hast heard thy Servants prayer Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare Thy gracious Ear Inclin'd to hear The Fatherless and worn with care Judge thou that Mortals may No more with outrage sway PSALM XI MY God on Thee my hopes relie Why say they to my troubled Soul Arise up to your Mountain flie Flie quickly like a chaced Fowl For loe the Wicked bend their bows Their arrows fit with secret Art That closely they may shoot at those Who are upright and pure in heart If their foundation be destroy'd What can the Righteous build upon God in his Temple doth abide Heav'n is the Great Jehovah's Throne His Eyes behold his Eye-lids try The Sons of Men allows the best But such as joy in cruelty The Lord doth from his Soul detest Snares horrid Tempest Brimstone Fire Their portion on their heads shall light Th' intirely Just affects th' Intire For ever precious in his sight PSALM XII HElp Lord for Godly men decay From Mortals Faith enforced flies And with their sins Companions they Talk of af fected Vanities Their flattering Tongues a bound with Lies Their double Hearts bent to betray God shall those flattering Lips confound And Tongues which swell with proud Disdain Whose boastings arrogantly sound Our Tongues the conquest shall obtain They are our own who shall restrain Or to our Wills prescribe a bound But for th' Oppression of the Poor And Wretches sighs which pierce the Skies Who pity at his Throne implore The Lord hath said I will arise And from their Foes who them despise Deliver all that me adore Gods Word is pure as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd His Arms for ever shall infold All those who in his truth abide The wicked range on ev'ry side When vitious men the Scepter hold PSALM XIII HOw long Lord let me not for e-ver be forgot How long my God wilt thou Contract thy clouded brow How long in mind perplext Shall I be daily vext How long shall he controul Who persecutes my soul Consider hear my cries Illuminate mine eyes Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep in Death Lest my insulting Foe Boast in my overthrow And those who would destroy In my subversion joy But I Thou ever Just Will in thy Mercy trust And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place My Songs shall sing thy Praise That hast prolong'd my Dayes PSALM XIV THe fool hath said in his false heart God cares not what to Man succeeds Abomi nable are their deeds All Ill affects from Good depart Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestial Throne To see if there were any one That understood or sought his Face All from forsaken Truth are flown Corrupt in Body such in Soul Defil'd within without as foul None Good indeavours no not One. Are all that work Iniquity By Ignorance so blindly led My People they devour like Bread Nor call on him who sits on high Their Consciences with terrour quake Since God doth with the Just abide For Poor mens Counsels they deride Who him for their Protection take O that unto thy Israel Salvation might from Sion Spring When God shall us from Bondage bring No joy shall Iacob's joy excel PSALM XV. WHo shall in thy Tent a bide On thy Holy Hill reside He that 's Just and Innocent Tells the truth of his intent Slanders none with venomb'd Tongue Fears to do his Neighbour wrong Fosters not base Infamies Vice beholds with scornful Eyes Honours those who fear the Lord Keeps though to his loss his Word Takes no Bribes for wicked ends Nor to Use his Money lends Who by these directions guide Their pure steps shall never slide PSALM XVI PReserve me my undoubted Aid To whom thou O my Soul hast said Thou art my God no good in me Nor Merit can extend to Thee But to thy blessed Saints that dwell On Earth whose Graces most excell Those Ravish me with pure Delight Their sorrows shall be infinite Who other Gods with Gifts adore Their bloody Off'rings I abhor Nor shall their Names my Lips profane But God my Lot will still maintain He is my Portion he bestows The Cup that with his Bounty flows I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd A fair and large Possession gain'd The Lord will I for ever praise Whose Counsels have inform'd my Wayes And my inflamed Zeal excite To serve him in the silent Night He is my Object by his Hand Confirm'd immoveable I stand Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest Thou wilt not leave my Soul alone In Hell nor let thy Holy One Corruption see But that High-way To Everlasting Life display Thy Presence yields intire delight At thy Right hand Joys infinite PSALM XVII LOrd grant my just Request O hear my cry And Pray'rs that lips untoucht with guile unfold My Cause before thy High Tribunal try And let thine Eyes my Righteousness behold Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recess Like Mettal try'st me yet no Dross hast found â— am resolv'd my Tongue shall not transgress But on thy Word will all my Actions ground So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants fly O lest I slip direct my Steps by Thine Thee invoke for Thou wilt hear my Cry Thine Ear to my afflicted Voice incline O shew thy wondrous Love Thou from their Foâ— Preservest all that on thy Aid depend Lord as
but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dancing turn'd The Sack-cloth torn wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glory might proclame Thy Favours in a joyful Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALM XXXI WHo trusts in Thee O let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soul secure Lord lend a willing ear with speed protect Be thou my Rock with thy strong Arm immure My Rock my Fortress for thy Honour aid And my ingaged feet from Danger guide Pull from their subtil Snares in secret laid O thou my only Strength so often try'd To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend O my Redeemer O thou God of Truth Who Lies invent or unto Idols bend I have abhorr'd but lov'd Thee from my Youth I will rejoice and in thy Mercy boast That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know Deliver when in expectation lost Nor yield him to the Triumph of his Foe Now help the Comfortless my Sight decays My Spirits faint my Flesh consumes with care My Life is spent with grief in sighs my Days My Strength through Sin dissolves my Bones impareâ— To all my Foes I am become a scorn Nor least to those who seem'd in love most near By all my late familiar Friends forlorn Who when they meet me turn aside for fear Forgot like those who in the Grave abide And as a broken vessel past repair Traduc'd by many fear on every side Who counsel take and would my life insnare But Lord my Hopes are on thee fixt I said Thou art my God my Days are in thy Hand Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid And those who persecute my Soul withstand O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine Save for thy Mercies sake from Shame deâ—end Shame cover those who keep no Laws of thine And undeplored to the Grave descend The lying lips in endless silence close That with despite and pride traduce the Just. What Joy hast thou reserv'd what wrought for thosâ— In sight of all who fear and in thee trust Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs They in thy close Pavilion shall abide Secured from the strife of envious Tongues Blest he who in a walled City hath To me his wonderful Affection shown I rashly said I am the food of Wrath Cut off for ever from his Presence thrown Yet thou O ever blessed heard'st my Prayer When to thy Mercy I address my Cry O love the living Lord all you that are His chosen Saints and on his Aid rely For he the Faithful ever will preserve And render to the Proud their full deserts Couragious be all you who hope and serve The Lord of Life who will confirm your hearts PSALM XXXII BLest O thrice blest is he Whose Sins remitted be And whose Im-pi e ties God covers from his Eyes To whom his Sins are not Imputed as forgot His Soul with guile unstain'd While silent I remain'd My bones consum'd away I roared all the day For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavy light My moisture dry'd throughout Like to a Summers drought I then my Sins confest How far I had transgrest When all I had reveal'd Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd For this who Godly are Shall seek to Thee by Prayer Seek when thou may'st be found In Deluges undrown'd Thou art my safe Retreat My Shield when dangers threat Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance I will instruct and show The way which thou shouldst goe The way to Pietie And guide thee with mine eye Be not like Mule and Horse Whose reason is their Force Whose mouth the Bit and Rein Lest they rebel restrain Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose But those who God affect His Mercy shall protect O you who are upright In God your God delight You Just his blessed Choice In Him with Songs rejoice PSALM XXXIII TO God you Just your Voices raise It you beseems to sing his Praise O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings To Harp and Lute new Dities sing Sing loud with skillful fingering His Words are crown'd by their event And all his Works are permanent Justice and Judgement he affects His Bounty upon all reflects His Word the arched Heav'ns did frame His Breath the Stars eternal Flame He the collected Seas confines And folds the Deep in Magazines The Lord O all you Nations fear All whom the Earths round shoulders bear He spake 't was done as soon as said At his Commandment stedfast made The People counsel take in vain Their Projects no success obtain The Counsels of the Lord are sure His Purposes no Change indure Blest they whose God Jehovah is The Nation set apart for his The Lord looks from the lofty Skies On careful Mortals casts his Eyes The Lord looks from his Residence The Sons of men beholds from thence He fashioned their hearts alone To him their Thoughts and deeds are known No King is saved by an Host No Giant in his strength should boast There rests no Safety in a Horse None are deliver'd by his force Gods eyes are ever on the Just Who fear and in his Mercy trust To free their Souls from swallowing Earth And keep alive in time of Dearth Our fervent Souls on God attend Our help who only can defend In whom our Hearts exult for joy Because we on his Name rely Great God to us propitious be As we have fixt our Hopes on thee PSALM XXXIV THe Lord I will for ever bless My Tongue his praises shall profess In him my Soul shall boast The Meek shall hear the same and joy His Name with me O magnifie Extoll the Lord of Hosts My Prayers ascending pierc'd his ear Who snatch'd me from those storms of fear The Meek who God expect Who flow to him like living Brooks Shame never shall distain their looks Nor with foul guilt infect This Wretch in his adversity Then men shall say to God did cry Whose Mercy him secur'd The Angels of Jehovah those Who fear him with their Tents inclose By Strength divine immur'd How good our God O taste and see Who trust in him thrice happy be You Saints O fear him still Such feel no want the Lions rore For hunger but who God implore He shall with Plenty fill Come children with attention hear I will instruct you in his fear What man delights in life Seeks to live happily and long From evil guard thy wary Tongue Thy lips from fraud and strife Do good and wicked deeds eschew Seek sacred Peace her steps pursue Gods Eyes are on the Just Their cries his open Ear attends But on the Bad his wrath descends Their Names reduc'd to dust He hears the Righteous and their cry â—reserv'd in their adversity A broken heart affects And Souls contrite which in Him trust Great are the afflictions of the Just But He in all
not O guide me in thy Waies BETH â—â—ung man thy Actions by his Precepts guide â—â—om these let not thy zealous Servant slide â—y Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will 〈◊〉 teach me how I may thy Laws fulfill â—â—ose by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold â—â—y Testaments by me more pris'd than Gold 〈◊〉 these I meditate admire there set â—â—y Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL â— let me live t' observe thy Laws mine Eyes â—uminate to view those Mysteries â—e a poor Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire â—t whom my Soul even fainteth with desire â—e Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies â—ess and preserve my Soul which these obeies 〈◊〉 hate of Princes from thy Law deters â—y Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH â—y down-cast Soul as thou hast promis'd raise â—ou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy waies form and I thy Wonders will profess strengthen me that labour in Distress â—ew thy clear Paths false Errors mist remov'd â—ave thy chosen Truth and Judgements lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to run that heavenly race HE. Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soul to those delightful Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Laws incline Divert from vain desires my darkness clear Confirm the Soul devoted to thy Fear Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are uprighâ— O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV His Soul protect who on thy Word relies And silence my reproachful Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Laws for ever shall observe Will freely walk in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soul imbrace ZAIN Think of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All storms appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Laws declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Laws desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH â—ou art my Portion I will thee adore â—â—y Laws observe and promis'd Grace implore â—y Actions by thy sacred Rules direct â—nd thy Commands with forward Zeal effect â—he Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise â—t Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise Who fear and keep thy Laws such are my Friends â—truct thy Mercy through the World extends TETH â—hou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy Word Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford â—hou Sea of Goodness that my Soul conforms Into thy Statutes by Afflictions storms â—he Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise â—ut I will trust in thy affected Waies â—e blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought â—hy Laws more pris'd than Ships with treasure fraught IOD â—nform me my Creator in thy Laws That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keep the Proud who causless hate destroy Who fear and know thy Laws to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soul expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitch'd their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jaws They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Thy faithful Promises are fixt above Firm as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternal Ordinance dispos'd Thy Laws my Life else Grief my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The Wicked chase my Soul which thee obeys Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decays MEM. O how I love thy Laws those exercise By them made wiser than my Enemies More than my Teachers know more than the Old With Virtue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Preceps never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-ways I hate by thine become discreet NVN. â—hy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way â— sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray â—ly wounded Soul with promis'd mercy heal â—ccept my offerings and thy Will reveal â—lthough inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid â—nares for my Soul yet have I thee obey'd My comforts my eternal Heritage O may I keep them till I die through age SAMECH â— love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soul nor let me hope in vain Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrap'd thy Foes in their own fraud Cast out like Dross My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorn my righteous Soul expose Mine Eyes even fail while I thy aid expect Be merciful and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more than Gold than Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitful lies PE. Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soul admires This I with thirsty appetite devour Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant pour Compose my steps so shall not sin subject Nor man oppress for I thy Laws affect Shine on my Soul thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed show'rs of tears when men thy Laws despise TSADDI As Thou thy Self so all thy Laws are just Faithful to those who in thy Promise trust Zeal hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Laws which I in heart affect Those to observe though mean and scorn'd intend Truth crowns thy Word thy Justice without end These in my grief and trouble comfort give Inform with Knowledge that my Soul may live COPH. O hear my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eyes out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morn in due Devotion spent Hear and revive thy Justice execute On lawless men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternal Bases stand RESCH. Behold my sorrows patronize my cause Thy Word perform to him that keeps thy Laws Death shall devour who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreams I have thy Will observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Laws thy
Grace extend Thy Truth began with Time and knows no end SCHIN Tyrants oppress thy Word restrains my Mind Wherein I joy like those who Treasure find Fraud I abhor inamour'd on thy Waies Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise Who love thy Laws sweet Peace and Safety bless In Thee I hope nor thy just Will transgress Thy Word observe thy Statutes I affect Which through these humane Seas my course direct TAV Accept my Prayers with Knowledge Lord indue From Death redeem since to thy Promise true Thy Statutes taught I will thy Praise resound Thy Word extol and Laws with Justice crown'd These are my choice uphold with thy right Hand Who feed on Hope and joy in thy Command Prolong my life that I thy Praise may sing Lord thy stray'd Sheep back to thy Pasture bring PSALM CXX DIstrest and in my mind dismay'd When destitute of humane aid To Thee successfully I pray'd Lord shield me from the Fraudulent From those that are on malice bent Who envious Calumnies invent O thou false tongue steep'd in the gall Of Serpents what reward for all Thy mischief shall to thee befall Like Arrows shot from Parthian strings Fir'd Juniper and Scorpions stings Such art thou O thou worst of things Wo's me that I from Israel Exiled must in Mesech dwell And in the Tents of Ismael O how long shall I live with those Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose Where Fury by disswasion grows PSALM CXXI TO the Hills thine Eyes erect Help from those alone expect He who Heaven and Earth hath made Shall from Sion send thee aid God thy ever-watchful Guide Will not suffer thee to slide He even he who Israel keeps Never slumbers never sleeps He thy Guard with Wings display'd Shall refresh Thee in their Shade Suns shall not with heat infect But their temperate beams reflect Nor unwholsom Serene shall From the Moons moist influence fall When thou travel'st on the way When at home thou spend'st the Day When sweet Peace thy life delights When imbroyl'd in bloody Fights God shall all thy steps attend Now and evermore defend PSALM CXXII O Happy Summons to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort Ierusalem our Feet shall tread Within thy Walls O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Iudah's Throne Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend The Tribes which on the Lord depend Fat Offerings to his Altar bring And his immortal Praises sing There shall he his Tribunal place The Judgement-feat of Davids Race Your joys shall with your days increase Who love and pray for Salems Peace May Peace within thy Walls abound Thy Palaces with joy resound Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake May never War thy Bulwarks shake Even for the hope of Israel And House where God vouchsafes to dwell PSALM CXXIII THou mover of the rolling Sphears I through the Glasses of my Tears To Thee my Eyes erect As Servants mark their Masters hands As Maids their Mistresses commands And liberty expect So we deprest by enemies And growing troubles fix our Eyes On God who sits on High Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end And turn our tears to joy O save us Lord by all forlorn The subject of contempt and scorn Defend us from their pride Who live in fluency and ease Who with our woes their malice please And miseries deride PSALM CXXIV BUt that God fought for us may Israel say But that God fought for us in that sad Day When men inflam'd with wrath against us rose We had alive been swallowed by our Foes Then had we sunk beneath the roaring Waves And in their horrid entrails found our graves Then had their violence like torrents pour'd From melting Hills our wretched lives devour'd O blest be God! who hath not given our blood To quench their thirst nor made our flesh their food Our Souls like Birds have scap'd the Fowlers Net The snares are broke which for our lives were set Our only confidence is in his Name Who made the Earth and Heavens immortal frame PSALM CXXV THey who the Lord their Fortress make Shall like the Towers of Sion rise Which dreadful Earth-quakes never shake Nor raging tumults of the skies Lo as the Hills of Solyma Divine Ierusalem enclose So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger shield them from their Foes The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race lest through despair They should the Laws of God neglect And be as their Commanders are Lord to the Good be good the Just Protect Their punishments increase Who follow their rebellious lust But crown thy Israel with Peace PSALM CXXVI WHen God had our deliverance wrought And Sion out of Bondage brought It seem'd to us a Dream who were Distracted between Hope and Fear Then sacred Joy fill'd every Breast In flowing Mirth and Songs exprest The wondring Heathen oft would say How good how great a God have they Great things for us the Lord hath wrought Above the reach of humane thought We therefore will his praises sing The Remnant Lord from Bondage bring As Rivers through the parched Sand Or show'rs which fall on thirsty land Who sow in Tears shall reap in Joy We after long Captivity Unto our native Soil retire The scope and crown of our desire PSALM CXXVII UNless the Lord the house sustain They build in vain In vain they watch unless the Lord The City guard In vain you rise before the Light And break the slumbers of the Night In vain the bread of sorrow eat Got by your sweat Unless the Lord with good success Your labours bless For he all good on his bestows And crowns their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitful love Given from above As formidable to the Foe As Arrows from a Giants bow He is belov'd of God and blest Above the rest Whose Quivers with such Shafts abound By men renown'd Nor shall his adversary dread When they at the Tribunal plead PSALM CXXVIII HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction strayes Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a fair and fruitful Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyn Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like green plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who fears the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion bless Thou shalt joy in the success Which the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALM CXXIX OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assail'd As oft have their endeavours fail'd My back with long deep furrows wound As Plow-shares ear the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruel hands
kings Eternal Mercy springs Remembred us in our distress And freed from those who did oppress He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel bless For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXXXVII AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funeral tears our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willows hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Iudah unto Babel brought Deride the tears which from our Sorrows spring And say in scorn A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymns sing in a forrein Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heap of stones and to thy self a Tomb When I forget thee my dear Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruel pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Down with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skye That shortly shalt as low in ruins lye O happy O thrice happy they who shall With equal cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens brains against the stones And without pity hear their dying groans PSALM CXXXVIII MY Soul applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternal Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy Word above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cry'd When Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awful Scepters bear When they of thy Performance hear Shall worship thee with reverent fear They shall his Truth and Mercy praise Who all the World with â—ustice swaies Whose Wonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though storms of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrows For God his Promise will effect The Faithful faithfully protect Nor ever his own Choice reject PSALM CXXXIX THou know'st me O thou only Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Can'st my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacity Transcends so wonderful so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceal me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou known Should I the Mornings wings obtain And flie beyond th' Hesperian Main Thy powerful Arm would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy fear Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darkness would convert to Light What Clouds can from discovery free What Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine likes Dayes clear flame Darkness and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reins even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Are these thy Works to me well-known My Bones were to thy view displaid When I in secret shades was made When wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou look My members written in thy Book Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them far more Than Sands upon the murmuring shore When I awake thy Works again My thoughts with wonder entertain The Wicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who blood with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majesty profane They take thy sacred Name in vain Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integrity Behold if I from Virtue stray And lead in thy eternal Way PSALM CXL LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill On bloody War and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poyson of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toils to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently hear thy Suppliant's prayers My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helm my head defends Let not the Wicked gain their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their own Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coals fall on their heads And quenchless flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischief salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poor defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALM CXLI TO Thee I cry Lord hear my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a Guardian set My Lips with barrs of Silence close O let me not thy Laws forget And wickedly combine with those Who Thee and all that 's good oppose Nor of their deadly Dainties eat But let the Just wound and reprove Such stripes and checks an argument Of their sincere and prudent love Like Odours of a fragrant Scent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayers shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouths of graves like clefts of Wood. Lord save from those that hunt for blood On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltless Soul betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engins lay May they by their own craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALM CXLII WIth sighs and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my tears My cares and fears My wrongs before him laid My fainting spirits almost spent He knew the path in which I went Yet in my way Their snares they lay With merciless intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vain pity none bestow Then unto God I cry'd and said Thou art my Hope and only Aid The Portion I build upon While with frail flesh araid O Sourse of
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