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
trouble them and say Yet have I set my King on Sion he My will declares and also my decree For in this wise the Lord to me did say Thou art my Son whom I begot this day The heathen I 'le thee give at thy request So shall all Nations be by thee possest Then shalt thou break them with an Iron rod And as a Potters sherd they shall be trod â—0 Be wise therefore I say O Kings and hear â—1 Serve ye the Lord with trembling and with fear 12 See that ye kiss and eke embrace his Son Lest in mid-way ye perish e'r't be done When that his wrath is kindled ne're so small Blessed are they make him their all in all PSAL. III. 1 HOw are my foes increast that vex me sore 2 O Lord they say thou can'st not me restore 3 But thou O Lord shalt be to me instead Of Shield and Glory thou lifts up my head 4 I cry'd to God from Sion he did hear 5 I lay and slept secured in his fear 6 Ten thousand folkes shalt not make me afraid The Lord he is my God and eke mine aid 7 Save me therefore O Lord to thee I seek And smite mine Enemies upon the cheek 8 Salvation doth belong to God above Who doth bestow upon his Saints his love PSAL. IV. 1 O Lord my God give ear unto my call Who didst me free when I was worst of all Have mercy on me Lord grant my request For unto thee to cry I will not rest 2 O mortal men how long will ye despise My Glory me and follow after lies 3 Know ye that godly men the Lord doth chuse If I complain he will me not refuse 4 Sin not therefore examine well your heart And try if you can you your selves convert 5 Offer to God the Sacrifice therefore Of righteousness and trust him evermore 6 The proudest men do worldly things embrace But Lord grant us thy favour and thy grace 7 For thou thereby shall make my heart the more Rejoyce then those that get their corn in store 8 I therefore will lye down and sleep in peace For thou to do me good wilt never cease PSAL. V. 1 GIve ear unto my words O Lord and hear 2 My cry O Lord my God and eke my prayer 3 Hear me betimes O Lord and not stay For to thee only will I dayly pray 4 Through patience I will trust in God alone For wickednesse with him there dwelleth none 5 The foolish shall not stand in the Lords sight Neither shall those that do not walk upright 6 Thou shalt destroy those that do lying use The bloody man thou also wilt refuse 7 Therefore I 'le come trusting upon thy grace Unto thy house and to thy holy place 8 Lord lead me in thy righteousness my foes For to destroy and eke thy face disclose 9 For in their mouths there is no truth their throat 's An open Sepulchre their tongues are floates 10 Destroy their false conspiracies to nought And them which also have rebellion wrought 11 But those that put their trust in thee alwayes Rejoyce for their defence and give thee praise 12 For thou wilt e're the Saints encrease and still Like as a Shield protect them from all ill PSAL. VI. 1 LOrd in thy wrath rebuke me not for I Can never prosper in such misery 2 For I am weak O Lord therefore forbear To slay me for my bones are vext with fear 3 My Soul O Lord is also vex't full sore But Lord how long e're thou wilt me restore 4 Return unto my soul O Lord and take It up unto thy felf for thy Name sake 5 For no dead men remembrance on thee have Neither have those that goe into the grave 6 So grievous is my moane such are my feares That all the Night I fill my bed with tears 7 Mine eyes with griefe do now begin to fade Against mine enemies Lord be thou mine aid 8 Ye workers of iniquity depart The Lord hath heard the voyce of my sad heart 9 He also heard my prayer and my request And did more for me then can be exprest 10 And those my foes that vexed me before Lord put them now to shame and vex them sore PSAL. VII 1 O Lord my God I put my trust in thee Save me from foes and eke deliver me 2 Lest like a Lyon they my soul do tear Which makes me daily full of dread and fear 3 O God if I have done what is not right Or that I be found guilty in thy sight 4 Or if my quiet neighbour did molest Or did not save my foe with bondage prest 5 Then let my foes pursue my soul and thrust My life to earth mine honour to the dust 6 Rise up therefore and put my foes to pain And then give ease to me which wrong sustain 7 Then shall great Nations know that by this thing Thou art their onely God and eke their King 8 And as thou judgest all so Lord judge me According to mine own integritie 9 Lord cease from wicked men be thou the guide Of Saints for by thee their own hearts are try'd 10 From God comes my defence who saves th' upright 11 Both Saints and Sinners daily feel his might 12 Except he change his mind he will make fit His Sword he bends his bow looks where to hit 13 He hath prepar'd his Darts they will not stay But those which are his Enemies they 'l slay 14 Lo though they for their evill deeds contend In travell they will quickly come to end 15 They dig a pit thinking therein to set Their brother but are caught in their own Net 16 Which wrong return'd to him in whom it bred And what mischiefe he wrought fell on his head 17 I will therefore give thanks to God on high And sing to him that judgeth righteously PSAL. VIII 1 O Lord how wonderfull thy works appear The fame thereof surmounts the heavens clear 2 Out of the mouth of babes strength thou hast made That they might make thine Enemies afraid 3 And when the heavens and thy works I see The Sun and Moon and all in their degree 4 Lord what is man I think that thou dost eye Both him and his wretched posterity 5 For thou hast made him also in degree Most like to Angells in their dignitie 6 Thou hast preferr'd him to be Lord of all Thy workes and that they should unto him fall 7 As Sheep Oxen all beasts in field that feed 8 Birds in the air and Fish in Sea that breed 9 Therefore will I say once again what fame Is to be given to thy glorious Name PSAL. IX 1 MY heart O Lord shall praise thy Holy Name And shall shew forth thy works of wondrous fame 2 I will be glad and eke in thee rejoyce I will sing praise to thee Lord heare my voyce 3 When thou shalt make my foes to flee from hence They shall all perish by omnipotence 4 Thou hast maintain'd my cause all with
thy might Thou sat'st in throne to judge for me most right 5 Thou didst confound the heathen people so That the remembrance of them none shall know 6 Thou hast made quick dispatch with all my foes Thou 'st burnt their town and caus'd their fame to close 7 But God for ever is and he will be In seat of Judgement and true equitie 8 With Justice he will keep and guide all those That are unto his people friends not foes 9 He also will to those that are opprest In time of need be their defence and rest 10 And they that know thy Name shall trust in thee For their own safety and deliverie 11 Sing Psalms to God that doth in Sion dwell And of his noble Acts all Nations tell 12 For he is mindfull of the blood of such As be opprest remembring th' humble much 13 Have mercy on me Lord my foes me hate 'T is thee alone can keep me from deaths Gate 14 I will in Sion then shew forth thy praise And much rejoyce in thee alone alwayes 15 The Heathen are sunck down into the pit Which they for others ever did make fit 16 The Lord is known by his most just commands But wicked men are snar'd by their own hands 17 The wicked shall be turned into Hell But pious men with God shall ever dwell 18 Neither will God the needy man forget But in far better state he will him set 19 Arise O Lord lest worldlings with their might Prevaile therefore Lord judge them in thy sight 10 Put them in fear O Lord of thee and then They may well know they are not Gods but men PSAL. X. 1 WHy keepest thou so far from us or why hides thou thy face in our extremity 2 The wicked's pride doth persecute the poor But Lord do thou destroy the evill doer 3 For in the lust of his own heart he doth Delight he hates the poor he loveth sloth 4 The wicked through his pride doth wrong his soul In thinking thou his deeds would not controul 5 Because he prospers he still follows lies Neglects thy Laws puffs at his Enemies 6 He saith in his heart I never then shall be Changed nor come into adversitie 7 But in his mouth deceit and fraud doth dwell Under his tongue breeds vanity and Hell 8 He lies in holes the innocent to slay And such as come thereby he makes away 9 He like a Lion lurking in his Den To see if he can snare poor simple men 10 He croucheth down most craftily alway To make poor needy harmlesse ones his prey 11 Thus saith he in his heart God doth forget He doth not mind whom I catch in my Net 12 Rise up O Lord therefore and do not rest From looking to the humble and th' opprest 13 Why let'st thou wicked men thy Laws despise They scoff at thee and evill do devise 14 Thou see-est their deceit thou understands The fatherlesse are left unto their hands 13 Lord breake the armes of wicked men that so Both they and theirs into the pit may go 16 The Lord is King and by his powerfull hand He shall destroy the Heathen from his Land 17 Lord thou hast heard the humble mans request And what is fittest for him thou knowes best 18 Lord judge the poor and help them to their right Which was took from them by the worldlings might PSAL. XI 1 I Put my trust in God what is your will To say flee as a Bird unto your Hill 2 For lo the wicked bend their bow their art Is primely t' insnare th' upright in heart 3 The worlds foundations shall all come to nought But righteous men have never evill wrought 4 And God which is most holy and and most high Doth look at all men in his Majesty 5 He doth in godly men take much delight But punish such as doth his word despite 6 Upon the wicked he will brimstone rain They shall all perish there shall none remain 7 So that ye see his justice doth delight In holynesse h'embraceth the upright PSAL. XII 1 HElp Lord for godly men do now decay Both truth and faith from sinners passe away 2 Their words are vanity or like a bubble Their lips do flatter and their hearts are double 3 The Lord will cut off such as not refuse Their flatterings but still do lying use 4 For they have said our lips they are our own We will prevail over us there is none 5 But for the needy's sake God will arise And save the poor from all his Enemies 6 Gods words are pure as Silver they are try'd They are like Gold seven times purify'd 7 And since thy promise is to help Lord then Do thou us help from this ill kind of men 8 Lord if thou leave sinners on every side Their wickednesse will spread the world so wide PSAL. XIII 1 HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord or why Hides thou thy self in my necessity 2 In heart how long shall I tormented be And how long shall my foes triumph o're me 3 O Lord my God consider me opprest Lest with mine eyes of death I be possest 4 Lest that mine enemies of me should say We have prevailed and made him our prey 5 But from thee and thy mercies I have made My heart full merry and my soul full glad 6 I will sing praises to the Lord for he Hath alwayes bountifully dealt with me PSAL. VX 1 THE Fool saith in his heart there is no God But Lord do thou correct him with thy Rod. 2 The Lord from heaven look't upon mankind To see who lov'd him but he none could find 3 They are all gone aside they are become Like dust upon the earth or filthy scum 4 What are none good do all work mischief still Eating thy people rejecting thy will 5 Whil'st they thus rage they shall have dread for why God to the righteous race is very nigh 6 Ye strive to shame the poor because they call Upon the Lord and make him all in all 7 But who shall hear thy people unlesse thou Perform thy promise to Isra-el now 8 When thou brings back those that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. XV. 1 LORD who shall in thy Tabernacle dwell Or who shall live in thy most holy Hill 2 The man that walks uprightly and whose facts Declare him to be just in all his acts 3 He that backbiteth nor nor worketh ill Unto's neighbour nor of him lies doth tell 4 That hates the vile and honoureth the just His promise is most true perform 't he must 5 Who puts not coyn to use nor ever took Reward ' gainst Saints he never shall be shook PSAL. XVI 1 IN thee I put my trust deliver me 2 Thou art my God my goodness can't reach thee 3 But to the Saints that on the earth do live And to the faithfull I my goods do give Their griefes shall many be who make not God Their Lord they shall be scourg'd with iron rod.
10 My foes reproach to me is as a sword Whil'st they thus say to me where is thy Lord 11 So sad my soul why art dis-qui-e-ted Trust still in God it shall be re-med'ed For I shall yet have cause to give him praise Who is my help and so hath been alwayes PSAL. XLIII 1 LOrd judge and plead my cause ' gainst men unjust From such alone me keep thou art my trust 2 Thou 'rt God of my strength why dost cast off me Why do I mourn cause of mine enemie 3 Thy light and truth send out to be my guide That I may tread thy paths not step aside 4 I 'le go to God then in exceeding joy And on my harp O God thee praise will I. 5 Why art so sad my soul me wearying Trust thou in God he shall thee freedom bring For I to God will alwayes give thee praise Who now 's my health and hath been all my dayes PSAL. XLIV 1 WE 've heard O God our Fathers eke us told What in their dayes thou did'st in times of old 2 How thou drov'st out the heathen with thine hand Planting our fathers in the peoples land 3 They got not by their sword or strength but by The Arm and Grace of him who is most high 4 Thou art my King help Jacob sundry wise 5 And through thy strength we 'l slay those ' gainst us rise 6 I 'le not trust bow nor can my sword me save 7 Thou keepest us from foes put'st them in grave 8 In God we boast and praise his Name for ever 9 Yet he rejects and doth not us deliver 10 Thou madest us before our foes to flee And spoild'st our goods even for our enemie 11 Thou 'st given us up like sheep ordain'd for meat Us set 'fore Heathen that they might us eat 12 Thou 'st sold thy people as a thing worth nought No gain or profit thou thereby hast sought 13 To friends thou makest us a laughing-stock Those that are round about us at us mock 14 A by-word ' mongst heathen they me do make When they me see their heads at me they shake 15 I shamed am to hear those wicked men And blush my face with red is cov'red then 16 For why we heard such blasphemies and lyes That death it is to hear their wrongs or cries 17 This falls on us yet we ne'r forget thee Nor falsly break thy Covenant did we 18 Our hearts are not turn'd back neither I say Have our steeps declined from thy way 19 Thou 'st trod me down in place where Dragons be Nor from the shade of death hast set me free 20 If we forget God and an Idol chuse 21 Thou know'st our thoughts us justly maist refuse 22 Thus all day long weâ—r killed for thy sake As sheep for slaughter enemies us take 23 Sleep not O Lord therefore but wake arise And cast us not for ever from thine eyes 24 Wherefore dost hide thy face from us or why Dost us forget in our great misery 25 Our soul 's bow'd down our belly cleaves to dust 26 For thine own sake us help in thee we trust PSAL. XLV 1 MY heart good matters of the King indites My tongue 's the peen and readily it writes 2 Thy gracious lips and beauty men exceeds God therefore blesseth thee in all thy deeds 3 Most mighty God thy sword gird on thy thigh With thy great glory and thy majesty 4 Triumphant ride with truth meekness and right Thine hand thee teach matters of dreadful might 5 Thy darts most keen i' th hearts of th' Kings foes be Whereby the people fall and worship thee 6 The Throne O God of truth is thine therefore Thy Scepter shall endure for evermore 7 Thou lov'st the good but still the evill hates God thee anoints with gladness 'bove thy mates 8 Thy vesture's rich perfum'd in which thou' rt clad Iv'ry thy Palace is to make thee glad 9 Kings Daughters thine attendants there were seen At thy right hand standeth the glo-rious Queen 10 Daughter hearken and con-si-der well Forsake thy fathers house where thou did'st dwell 11 So shall thy beauty greatly please the King He is thy God him worship in each thing 12 Then shall his Daughter gifts to thee present Th'rich seek thy favour with their whole intent 13 Most rich within 's the Daughter of the King Like burnish't gold of Ophyr's her cloathing 14 Thus comes She to the King in Robes all wrought And Virgins her com-pa-ni-ons shall be brought 15 With gladness and rejoycing on each side Into the Kings great Pallace to abide 16 Instead of Parents lost O Queen thou 'lt see Thy Sons to reign on earth and Princes be 17 Lord ever shall remembred be thy Name And eke all ages shall adore the same PSAL. XLVI 1 THe Lords our refuge strength in time of grief A very present help to give relief 2 Then fear not though Earth move and Mountains great Be tost into the Sea as to their seat 3 Though that her waters troubled be and roar Though Mountains shake eke at her swething o're 4 For there 's a River streams whereof make glad Gods City Holy Place none need be sad 5 He 's in the midst of her nought move her shall God is her help when e're on him she 'l call 6 The waters raged Kingdomes moved were God uttereth his voice they melt with fear 7 The Lord of Hosts is with us for he still Our refuge is defends us from all ill 8 Behold here what great works the Lord hath wrought The earths in-ha-bi-tants he brings to nought 9 Her wars make cease and break her Spears in sunder The Charriots burns thus are they all brought under 10 Be silent know I'm God and 't is my will O're heathen folk to be exalted still 11 The Lord of Hosts is with us and 't is he Will be our refuge in extremitie PSAL. XLVII 1 O Clap your hands all people and rejoyce Shout unto God with a triumphing voyce 2 For High is God and dreadfull are his deeds He 's great on earth there 's none that him exceeds 3 He shall subdue the folk under us all And Nations cause under our feet to fall 4 He our in-he-ri-tance for us shall chuse Jacobs excellency he 'l not refuse 5 God with a shout ascended up on high With trumpets sound he entereth the Skie 6 Sing praises unto God and to our King 7 He rules the earth all praises to him sing 8 He rules o're Heathen and sits in his throne 9 The Princes of the people joyn'd each one To Abâ—aâ—â—s God who is exalted high That he might keep them safe continually PSAL. XLVIII 1 GReat is the Lord greatly to be prais'd still In City of our God on 's Holy Hill 2 Mount Sion is the joy of all the Lands The Kings great City on the North side stands 3 God's in her Pallaces a refuge known 4 For lo the Kings assembled were each one 5 They saw it and with wonder fil'd