all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. 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 VVorld 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 heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups 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 VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee 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 owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore 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 Reproch hath seis'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 powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes 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 feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
Guardian set My Lips with barres of Silence close O let me not thy Lawes forget And wickedly combine with those VVho 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 Sent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayres shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefes in ambush lie Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouthes of graves like clefts of VVood. Lord save from those that hunt for bloud On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltlesse Soule betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engines lay May they by their owne craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALME CXLII As the 4 VVIth sighes and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my teares My cares and feares 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 mercilesse intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vaine pity none bestow Then unto God I cri'd and said Thou art my Hope and onely Aid The Portion I build upon While with fraile flesh araid O Sourse of Mercy heare my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength then I. My Soule out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King VVho trust in thee Shall compasse me And of thy Bounty sing PSALME CXLIII As the 39. LOrd to my cries afford an eare Th' afflicted heare According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soule besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darknesse hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrowne My heart within me stupid growne I call to minde those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possesse my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like raine by thirsty land Part. 2 Approach with speed my Spirits faile Thy Face unveile Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy heare Before the morning Sun appeare My God thou art the onely scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soule and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Informe 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 VVho trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut Thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multipli'd my woes PSALME CXLIV As the cxi THE Lord my Strength be onely prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtfull Battell given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortresse high-built Tower My Rocke Redeemer Shield and Power My onely Confidence who still Subjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his fraile Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanitie A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoope from the bending Skies The Mountaines touch and Clouds shall rise From thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch downe thy hand which onely saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'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 Part. 2 Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foule deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treacherie and guile That in their Youth our Sonnes may grow Like Lawrell Groves our Daughters show Like polish't pillars deck't with Gold Which high and Royall roofes uphold Our Magazines abound with Graine Provision of all sorts containe Increasing Flockes our Pastures fill And wel-fed Steeres the Fallowes till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyne in dreadfull fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearefull shriekes disturbe our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happie ô thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALME CXLV As the cxi I Still will of thy Glorie sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall passe without thy praise Prais'd while the Sunne his Beames displayes Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Workes which so in power excell The Beautie of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Senfe Men shall thy dreadfull Acts relate My Verse thy Greatnes celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Iustice sing For in Thee Grace and Pitie live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodnesse Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Workes transcend Even all thy Workes shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy farre-spreading Empire speake Thy Power to which all Powers are weake To make thy Acts to Mortals knowne And glory of thy awefull Throne Part. 2 Thy Kingdome never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustaine And Soules dejected raise againe All seeke from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberall Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his VVaies VVho Mercie in his VVorkes displaies Is present by his power with all VVho on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect VVho love Him Safetie shall enjoy The Lord the VVicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodnesse shall proclame Man-kinde for ever praise his Name PSALME CXLVI As the 29. Halelu-jah O My Soule praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternall King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no helpe at all Nor prevent his proper fall VVhen his parting breath expires He againe to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertaine 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 onely Good and Just He who Heavens blew Arch displai'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Maine Made what ever all containe True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Soules with food sustaines And unbinds the
God hath on me in his fury throwne He from the breaking Clouds his flames hath cast Which in my Bones the boyling Marrow wast Hath set snares for my feet throwne to the ground Left desolate and fainting with my wound Who of my Sins hath made a yoake to check My Insolence and cast it on my Neck My Strength hath broken to my Enemies Subdu'd my Powers now ah too weake to rise He in the mid'st of me hath trodden downe My mighty Men and those of most Renowne His Troopes on my strong youth like Torrents rush't As in a wine-presse Judah's Daughter crush't For this I weepe my eye my galled Eye Dissolves in Streames for he who should apply Balme to my wounds farre ô farre of is fled My Children desolate their Foe their head Her Hands sad Sion rais'd no Comfort found Jehova charg'd her foes to guir'd her round Jerusalem O thou of late belov'd Now like a Menstruous Woman art remov'd The Lord is just t is I that have rebell'd And by my wild revolt his Grace expell'd Heare and behold my woes my Orphans torne From my forc'd Armes and into exile borne I to my boasting Lovers call'd for ayd But they their vowes infring'd my trust betray'd My Priests and Princes while they seeke for bread To feed their hungry Soules augment the Dead Lord looke on me my heart roules in my Breast My Bowels stoyle like Seas with Stormes opprest I have provok't thy Vengeance with my Sinne Without the Sword destroyes and Dearth within My sighes no pitty move my cruell Foes Enjoy thy Wrath and glory in my Woes Yet that presaged Time will come when they Shall equall Sorrowes to thy Justice pay O set their impious deeds before thine eyes And presse them with my waighty Miseries The Birth of Sinne which breake into complaint My groanes are numberlesse my Spirits faint Chap. 2 How hath Jehova's wrath ô Sion spread A vaile of Clouds about thy Daughters head From Heaven to Earth thy beauty Israel throwne Nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne How hath he swallow'd Judah's Mansions ra'st His Holds and to the ground his Bulwarks cast The Land in his relentlesse rage profan'd And with the Blood of her owne Princes stain'd He in his Indignation hath the Horne Of Israel from his bleeding forehead torne Before the Foe O forc't to flye with shame His wrath to Jacob a devouring flame Foe-like hath bent his Bow his Hostile hand Advanc't and slaine the Beauty of the Land All that the eye attracted with Desire And powr'd his anger forth like floods of Fire Against thee Solyma Converts his Powers Sad Israel and his Pallaces devoures His strong built Fortresses to ruines turnes Whil'st Judah's Daughter for her Children mournes His Tabernacle He with Violence Hath now demolish't like a Garden Fence None Sions feasts and Sabbaths celebrate Both King and Priest abnoxious to his hate Detests his Sanctuary and forsakes His flamelesse Altar while the Enemy takes His Palaces and Walles fill'd with their Cryes As late by us in our Solemnities The ruine of Jerusalem designes And levels the Foundation with his Lines Nor his fierce hand withdrawes the tottering walls And stooping Turrets languish in their falls Her Gates sinke to the Earth with shiver'd bars Her King and Princes Slaves or slaine in wars All Lawes surcease Jehova to her Seers No more by Visions or by Dreames appeares Her Elders sit on earth with silent Woe And Dust upon their Silver Tresses throw In sack-cloath mourne Her Virgins hang their heads Like drooping Flowers that bow to their cold Beds My Bowels toyle mine eyes with teares are drown'd My bleeding Liver powr'd upon the Ground To see my tender Babes unpittied lye On flinty Pavements and through famine dye While others to their weeping Mothers say O give us Food our hunger to allay Then fainting by the bloodlesse wound of Death In their infolding Armes sigh out their Breath How shall my tongue expresse ô how compare Thy matchlesse Sorrowes to asswage thy Care Distressed Sions Daughter for thy breach Is like the Seas whose rage no bounds impeach Vaine tales and foolish have thy Prophets told Nor would they thy exiling Sins unfold False Burthens and false Prophecies invent The fatall Authors of thy Banishment The Passengers they wry their heads aside Hisse at thee clap their hands and thus deride Is this their only Joy which they of all The world the Beauty and Perfection call Thy Foes make mouthes scoffe grind their teeth and say Now have we swallow'd our desired prey This is that Day we did so long expect VVherein our hopes have had their wish't effect God hath accomplished his old Decree VVe thy oft-menaced Destruction see Hath ruin'd without pitie made a Scorne To thy Triumphant Foe and rais'd his Horne To him their hearts now cry O Sions Towers All Day all Night let teares descend in Showers O never give thy labouring Thoughts repose Nor let the humid Night thy eye-lids close Arise and cry cry from the Nights first houre Thy Heart before thy God like water powre O raise thy Hands to Heaven least Famines force Thy Childrens soules from their pale corps divorce Lord see thy Masacre's shall cursed wombes Become their new-borne childrens fatall Tombes Thy Priests and Prophets by the sword are slaine And with their Blood thy Sanctuary staine Lo in the Streets old Men and Infants lye My Virgins and bold Youth by slaughter dye Thou with their Blood thy Vengeance didst imbrew Thy burning Fury without pitty slew As in a solemne Day thy Terrors have Inviron'd me thy Anger cloyes the Grave Those whom I swatled in my Bosome bred The Barbarous Foe hath sent unto the Dead Chap. 3 Lo I the Man who by the wrath of God Have seene afflictions stormes and felt his Rod He hath depriv'd me of the cheerefull Light Inveloped with Shades more darke then Night Against me his revengefull Forces bent Nor sets his Anger with the Suns descent My slesh hath wasted wrinckled my smooth skin With Sorrowes age and broke my Bones within Against me digg'd atrench cast up a mound With travels bitter gall besieg'd me round Imprison'd where no beames their brightnesse shed Like that darke Region people by the Dead On every side my Flight with Barres restraines And clogs my galled Legs with massie Chaines Who stops his eares against my Cryes and Prayers With Stone immures and spreads my Path with snares He like a Beare or Lion lyes in waite Diverts in pieces teares leaves Desolate At me as at a marke his Bow he drew Whose Arrowes in my Blood their wings imbrew He lets the People circle me in Throngs Who all the Day deride with spitefull Songs With wormewood made me drunke with gall hath fed My teeth with gravell broke with Ashes spread My soule to Peace is such a Stranger growne As if I never better Dayes had knowne When I my wrongs to memory recall My Miseries my Wormewood and my Gall My Passions thus
of his God complaines Come buckle on thy Armor let us end This controverse since thou wilt needs contend Tell if thou canst where wert thou when I made The food-full Earth and her foundation laid Who those exact dimensions did designe Who on her superficies stretch'd his Line Or fixt as Centre to the world upon What Basis built who laid the Corner Stone Where wert thou when the Stars my prayses sung When Heaven with shouts of joyfull Angels rung Or who shut up the seas with Dores when they As from the tortur'd womb inforc'd their way By me invested with a veile of Clouds And swadled as new-borne in sable shrouds For these a receptacle I design'd And with inviolable Barres confind Then said thus farre your Empire shall extend Nor shall your prouder waves these bounds transcend Hast thou appointed where the Moone should rise And with her purple light adorne the skies Scor'd out the bounded Suns obliquer wayes That he on all might spread his equall rayes And by the cleare extension of his Light Chase from the Earth the impious Sonnes of Night Whose Beames the various formes of things display Like multitudes of Figures wrought in Clay By which the Beautie of the Earth appeares The divers-colour'd Mantle which she weares Conceal'd offendors by their lustre found Attached and in Deaths darke prison bound Say hast thou div'd into the Deep 's below And trod those bottome sands where fountaines flow Or boldly broken-up the Seales of Hell And seene the Shadowes which in Darknesse dwell Tell if thou canst how farre the Earth extends Hast thou discover'd her remotest ends Beheld the Chambers of the springing Light Or travel'd through the Regions of the Night To their abodes canst thou reveale the way And their alternate rule to men display Wer 't thou then borne hast thou these secrets knowne Through length of time art thou so aged growne Hast thou survay'd the Magazines of Snow Seene where the melting drops to haile-stones grow With these I punish these the weapons are By me prepar'd against the Day of warre Why breakes the Lightning from the troubled skies While Easterne winds in horrid Tempests rise Who Deluges from Heaven in Torrents powres Or gives a passage to the roaring Showres That they on Deserts un-inhabited By Mortals may their fruitfull moysture shed Hence vegetives receive their fragrant birth And cloth the naked Bosome of the Earth What hath the Raine a Father tell me who Begot the shining Drops of Morning Dew Whose wombe produc'd the glassie Ice who bred The hoary frosts that fall on winters head The waters then in Christall are conceal'd And the smooth visage of the Sea congeal'd Canst thou the pleasant influence restraine Of Pleiades which bathes the Spring with raine Or boisterous Orions chaines unbind VVho drawes along the bitter Easterne wind In Summer scorching Mazaroth display Or teach Arcturus and his Sonnes their way Canst thou the Motions of the Heavens direct Or make their vertue on the Earth reflect Will the condensed Clouds at thy command Descend in Shoures upon the thirsty Land Or in their roaring strife asunder part And at thy Foes their fearefull Lightning dart VVith wisedome who renownes the Nobler parts VVho understanding gives to humane Hearts Whose wisedome cleares the Saphirs of the skies Or who the swelling Clouds in Bladders ties To mollifie the stubborne clods with raine And scattered Dust incorporate againe Chap. 39 Wilt thou for the old Lyon hunt or fill His hungry whelps and for the killer kill When couch'd in dreadfull Dens when closely they Lurke in the Covert to surprise their prey VVho feeds the Ravens when their young-ones cry To God for food and through the Deserts flye Know'st thou when Salvage goates doe teeme among The craggy rocks when Hinds produce their young Can'st thou their Recknings keepe the time compute VVhen their swolne Bellies shall inlarge their fruit VVithout a Midwife these their Throwes sustaine And bowing bring their Issue forth with paine They at full udders sucke grow strong with corne Depart and never to their Dams returne VVho sent forth the wild Asse to live at large VVhom neither Haltar binds nor Burthens charge Inhabiting the barren VVildernesse And rocky Caves remov'd from mans accesse He from the many-peopl'd Citie flyes Contemnes their labors and the Drivers cryes The Mountaines are his walkes who wandring feeds On slowly-springing hearbs and ranker weeds VVill the fierce Vnicorne thy voyce obey Stand at the Crib and feed upon the hay Or to the servile yoake his freedome yeild Plough-up the Glebe and harrow the rough field Wilt thou upon his ready strength relye VVill he sustaine thee with his Industry Bring home thy Harvest to thy will submit Put of his fiercenesse and receive the Bit The Peacock not at thy Command assumes His glorious traine Nor Estrige her rare plumes She drops her Egges upon the naked Land And wraps them in a bed of hatching Sand Exposed to the wandering Traveller And Feet of Beasts which those wild Deserts reare Shee as a Step-mother betrayes her owne Left without care and presently unknowne By God depriv'd of that Intelligence VVhich Nature gives of all most voide of Sense Her feet the nimble Rider leave behind And when shee spreads her sayles out-strip the wind Hast thou with Strength indu'd the generous Horse His necke with Thunder arm'd his breast with Force Him canst thou as a Grashopper affright Who from his Nostrils throwes a dreadfull light Exults in his owne courage proudly bounds With trampling hoofes the sounding Centre wounds Breakes through the ordred Rancks with eyes that burne Nor from the Battle-Axe or Sword will turne The ratling Quiver nor the glittering Speare Or dazling Shield can daunt his heart with feare Through rage and fiercenesse he devoures the ground Nor in his fury heares the Trumpet sound Farre of the Battaile smels like Thunder neighes Loud shouts and dying groanes his courage raise Do's the wild Haggard towre into the skie And to the South by thy direction flye Or Eagle in her gyres the Clouds imbrace And on the highest cliffe her Aëry place Shee dwels among the Rocks on every side With broken Mountaines strongly fortifi'd From thence what ever can be seene survayes And stooping on the slanghtred Quarry preys From wounds her Eglets suck the reaking blood And all-devasting Warre provides her food Since such my power wilt thou with me contend Instruct thy Maker and thy fault defend Now answer thou that darst thy God up-braid Then humbled Iob transfixt with sorrow said Can one so vile to such a truth reply Too long my griefe hath rav'd no more will I Pursue a folly and my Sinne extend But curbe my tongue so ready to offend Once more Jehova from that radiant Throne Chap. 40 Of Clouds thus spake O Iob thy armes put on If thou hast will or courage left prepare T' encounter me in this Gigantick warre Wilt thou my Judgements disanull defame My equall Rule to cleare thy selfe of
to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave But I with Righteousnesse shall see thy Face And rising in thy Image joy receive PSALME XXVIII As the 72. MY Heart on Thee is fix'd my Strength my Power My stedfast Rocke my Fortresse my high Tower My God my Safetie and my Confidence The Horne of my Salvation my Defence My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound Sorrowes of Death on everie side assail'd And dreadfull flouds of Impious Men prevail'd Sorrowes of Hell my compast Soule dismayd And to intrap me deadly Snares were layd In this Distresse I cry'd and call'd upon The Lord who heard me from his Holy Throne He trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strooke Th'unfixed roots of aierie Mountaines shooke Smoke from his Nostrils flew devouring Fire Brake from his Mouth Coles kindled by his Ire In his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet And gloomy Darknesse roll'd beneath his Feet A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid He Darknesse made his secret Cabinet Part 2 Thicke Fogs and dropping Clouds about him set The Beames of his bright Presence these expell VVhence showres of burning Coles and Hailestones fell From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake In Haile and darting Flames th'Almightie spake VVhose Arrowes my amazed Foes subdue And at their scatred Troups his Lightning threw The Ocean could not his deepe Botome hide The World 's conceal'd Foundations were descri'd At thy rebuke Jehovah at the blast Even of the breath which through thy nostrils past He with extended armes his Servant saves And drew me sinking from th' inraged waves From my proud foes by his assistance freed VVho swolne with hate no lesse in strength exceed VVithout his aid I in that stormie Day Of my affliction had become their prey VVho from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soule for I was his delight Part 3 The Lord according to my innocence And Justice did his saving grace dispence The narrow Path by him prescrib'd I tooke Nor like the wicked my Great God forsooke For all his Judgements were before mine eyes I with his statutes daily did advise And ever walkt before him void of guile No act or purpose did my soule defile For this he recompenc'd my righteousnesse And crown'd my innocence with faire successe The Mercifull shall flourish in thy Grace Thy Righteousnesse the Righteous shall embrace Thou to the Pure thy purity wilt show And the perverse shall thy aversenesse know For thou wilt thy afflicted People save The proud cast down downe to the greedy grave Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright And cleare my darkenesse with celestiall Light Through Thee I have against an Host revail'd And by thy aid a loftie Bulwarke scal'd Part. 4 Gods path is perfect all his words are just A shield to those that in his promise trust What God is there in Heaven or Earth but ours What Rocke but He against assailing Powers He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battell and securely cleer'd my way He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hinde Upto the Mountaines where I safetie finde 'T is he that teacheth my weake hands to fight A Bow of steele is broken by their might Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set Thy Arme upheld thy Favour made me great The passage of my steps on every side Thou hast inlarged lest my feet should slide I followed overtooke nor made retreat Untill victorious in my Foes defeat So charg'd with wounds that they no longer stood But at my feet lay bathed in their blood Thou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude And all that rose against me hast subdu'd Their stubborne necks subjected to my Will That I their bloud who hate my Soule might spill They cry'd aloud but found no succour neere To thee Jehovah but thou would'st not heare Part. 5 I pounded them like dust which Whirle-winds raise Trod under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes From Popular Furie thou hast set me free Among the Heathen hast exalted me Whom unknowne Nations serve as soone obey As heare of me and yeeld unto my sway The Stranger-borne beset with horror fled And in their close Retreats betray their dread O praise the living Lord the Rocke whereon I build the God of my Salvation 'T is he who rights my wrongs the People bends To my Subjection from my Foe defends Thou raisest me above their proud controule And from the violent Man hast freed my Soule The Heathen shall admire my Thankefulnesse My Songs shall thy immortall Praise expresse A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King his mercie doth advance In his Anointed and will showre his grace Eternally on David and his Race PSALME XIX As the 8. GOds glory the vast Heavens proclame The Firmament his mightie Frame Day unto Day and Night to Night The wonders of his Workes recite To these nor speech nor words belong Yet understood without a Tongue The Globe of Earth they compasse round Through all the world disperse their sound There is the Sunnes Pavillion set Who from his Rosie Cabinet Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face And as a Giant runnes his race He riseth in the dawning East And glides obliquely to the West The World with his bright Raies repleat All Creatures cherisht by his heat Gods Lawes are perfect and restore The Soule to life even dead before His Testimonies firmely true With Wisedome simple men indue Part 2 The Lords Commandments are upright And Feast the Soule with sweet delight His Precepts are all Puritie Such as illuminate the Eye The feare of God soil'd with no staine Shall everlastingly remaine Jehovah's Judgements are Divine With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne Which men should more then Gold desire Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire More sweet then Honey of the Hive Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive Thy Servant is inform'd from thence They their Observers recompense Who knowes what his Offences be From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me And from presumptuous Crimes restraine Nor let them in thy Servant reigne So shall I live in Innocence Not spotted with that great Offence My Fortresse my Deliverer O let the Prayers my Lips preferre And Thoughts which from my heart arise be acceptable in thine Eyes PSALME XX. As the 7. THe Lord in thy Adversitie Regard thy crie Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme And shield from harme Helpe from his Sanctuarie send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours blesse And crowne thy Counsels with successe We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day VVith Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfill Now know I his Anointed He VVill heare and free VVith saving Hand and Mightie Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse
in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke Yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
all the Earth shall sway VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the world divulge thy Fame PSALME XLVI CANT BASS GOd is our Refuge our strong Tower Securing by his mightie Power VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure Thus arm'd no feares shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shooke her Hills into to the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies And Mountaines shake with horrid noise Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring Which gladnesse to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternall King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her faire Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes which our ruine sought He makes destructive Warre surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universall Peace He breaks their Bowes unarmes their Quivers The bloody Speare in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbeare and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALME XLVII CANT BASS LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise VVho From above Dire Lightning flings The King of Kings Of all that move VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne A faire Possession chose For us that are his Owne The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends VVith Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalmes For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reignes Sits on his holy Throne All whom the Earth sustaines Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALME XLVIII As the 8. THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the Citie of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beautie and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The Citie of the Mightie King God dwels within her loftie Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruine sought Who armed Troupes before her brought Part. 2 At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such feare such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throwes At thy command blacke Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores VVe what we heard our Fathers tell Have seene who in this Citie dwell The Citie of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd O Sion Judah's Diadem You Daughters of Jerusalem Unite your Joyes and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seene Goe walke the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her faire Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remaine And us unto our Last sustaine PSALME XLIX As the 1. ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth Both Rich and Poore of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart I unto light darke Parables will bring And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I feare When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws neare O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streames conceale Or Hils inclose can banisht Life repeale That he might live unto Eternity Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye They see the Wise and Fooles to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their Name Part 2 But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vaine course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soule redeeme and to his Joyes preferre Despaire not when a man growes Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their owne Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light Man high in honour whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALME L. As the 1. THE God of Gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People heare Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed I know all Fowle which Hils or Valleys yield And number all the Cattell of the Field Part. 2 Will I if hungry unto Thee complaine When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou thinke That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soule from Death and thou my Name shalt praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explaine My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou
cries To that High Rock O leade So farre above my head That wert and art my Tower Against oppressing Power For to thy sacred Court I ever shall resort Secure beneath thy wings From all their menacings Even Thou my suit hast sign'd A King by Thee design'd To governe such as will Thy holy Law fulfill Whom Thou long life wilt give He Ages shall out-live His Throne shall stand before Thy Face for evermore Thy Mercy Lord extend Him for thy Truth defend Then I in chearfull Layes Will celebrate thy praise And to Thee every day My Vowes devoutly pay PSALME LXII As the 15. LORD thou art the only Scope Of my never-fainting Hope My Salvation my Defence Refuge of my Innocence Thou the Rock I build upon Not by man to be o'rethrown How long will you machinate Persecute with causlesse hate You shall like a tott'ring wall Like a batter'd Bulwark fall All conspire to cast me downe From my browes to teare my Crowne Full of fraud they blesse in show When their Thoughts with curses flow Yet my Soule on God attends All my Hope on him depends He the Rock I built upon Not by man to be o'rethrown He my Glory he my Tower Guards me by his saving Power You who are sincere and just In the Lord for ever trust Powre your Hearts before his Throne His who can protect alone All that are of high Descent To the Poore and Indigent Nothing are but Vanitie Nothing but deceive and lye Balanc'd altogether they Lighter then a Vapour weigh In Oppression trust thou not Nor in Wealth by Rapine got If thy Riches multiply See thou prize them not too high God said once twice have I heard Power is his by Him conferr'd His is Mercy He rewards And as we deserve regards PSALME LXIII As the 34. TO Thee O God my God I pray Before the dawning of the Day My Soule and wasting flesh VVith thirsty Ardor Thee desire In Soiles scorcht with aethereall Fire VVhose drought no showres refresh That in thy Sanctuary I May see thy Power and Majesty Once more with ravisht eyes My lips shall celebrate thy Praise Thy Goodnesse more then length of daies Or life it selfe I prise Extoll'd while I have utterance To Thee will I my Palmes advance That wilt with marrow feast My Verse thy Wonders shall recite Remembred in the silent Night As on my Bed I rest Secur'd beneath thy shady Wing I will in sacred Raptures sing And to thy Promise cleave Thy Hand upholds but who with hate My Soule seeke to precipitate Hels entrails shall receive The raging Sword shall shed their blood A prey for Wolves for Foxes food Yet God his King shall blesse And such as sweare by his great Name But those whose Tongues the Just defame Confusion shall suppresse PSALME LXIV As the 10. THou great Protector heare my Cry Save from my dreadfull Enemy O vindicate From their close hate VVho for my Soule in ambush lie From their blind Rage protect VVho Truth and Thee reject Who whet their Tongues more sharp then Swords Their Arrowes draw even bitter words To wound th'Vpright VVith fierce delight VVhen Time to their desire accords Then on a sudden shoot Nor feare divine pursuit Confirm'd in skilfull Malice they Conspire their Nets in secret lay And say VVhat eye Can this descry First counsell take and then betray On mischiefe set their hearts Pursu'd by wicked Arts. But God shall let his Arrowes flie Wound in the twinckling of an Eye Each deadly stung By his owne Tongue Shall with that fatall Poyson die Who this behold or heare Shall tremble with cold feare Men shall their Eyes with wonder raise Rehearse his Deeds and sing his Praise Eternitie Shall crowne their Joy Who walke in his prescribed wayes He to the Pure of Heart His Glorie shall impart PSALME LXV As the 8. DUe Honours Lord on Thee attend Where Sions sacred Towers ascend There thy devoted Israelites Shall pay their Vowes with solemne Rites To Thee shall all Man-kinde repaire Since thou vouchsaf'st to heare our Prayer Our Sinnes thy Mercies expiate When burthen'd with their loathed waight Thrice happy he of whom thou mak'st Thy Choice and to thy service tak'st That may within thy Courts reside There with thy Goodnesse satisfi'd And taste of that sincere Delight VVhich never cloyes the Appetite From thee O God our Safetie springs Thy Judgement threatens dreadfull things Their Hope whom Soiles remote sustaine VVho flote upon the toiling Maine Great is thy Power propt by thy Hand Cloud-touching Mountaines stedfast stand Thou with thy Scepter dost appease The roaring of the high-wrought Seas And the tumultuarie jarres Of People breathing Blood and VVarres Part. 2 Who dwell upon the Earth's Confines They tremble at thy fearefull Signes VVhere first the Sun his beame displaies And where he sets his golden Raies They triumph in the fruits of Peace Inriched by the Earth's increase He Raine upon her Bosome powres His swelling Clouds abound with Showres And so prepares the lusty Soile To recompense the Reapers toile Mellowes the Glebe with fatning juyce VVhose furrowes hopefull blades produce With Plenty crownes the smiling Yeares Shed from the influence of the Spheares The Desert with sweet Claver fils And richly shades the joyfull Hils Flocks cover all the higher Plaine The rancker Valleyes cloth'd with Graine These in Abundance solacing VVithout a tongue thy Praises sing PSALME LXVI As the 29. HAppy Sons of Israel Who in pleasant Canaan dwell Fill the Aire with shouts of Joy Shouts redoubled from the Skie Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Trophees to his Glory raise Say How wonderfull thy Deeds Lord thy Power all power exceeds Conquest on thy Sword doth sit Trembling Foes through feare submit Let the many-peopled Earth All of high and humble birth Worship our eternall King Hymnes unto his honour sing Come and see what God hath wrought Terrible to humane thought He the Billowes did divide Wall'd with waves on either side While we passed safe and dry Then our Soules were rapt with joy Endlesse his Dominion All beholding from his Throne Let not those who hate us most Let not the Rebellious boast Blesse the Lord his Praise be sung While an eare can heare a tongue He our feet establisheth Part. 2 He our Souls redeem's from Death Lord as Silver purifi'd Thou hast with Affliction tri'd Thou hast driv'n into the net Burthens on our shoulders set Trod on by their Horses hooves Theirs whom Pity never moves VVe through fire with flames imbrac'd We through raging flouds have pass'd Yet by Thy conducting hand Brought into a wealthy Land I will to thy House repaire Worship and thy Power declare Offerings on thy Altar lay All my vowes devoutly pay Vtter'd with my heart and tongue VVhen opprest with powerfull Wrong Fatlings I will sacrifice Incense in perfumes shall rise Bullocks shaggy Goats and Rams Offer'd up in sacred flames You who great Jehovah feare Come O come you blest and heare VVhat for me the Lord hath
will I celebrate thy Praise My thankefull Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Then Buls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Hornes with Garlands dight This shall the Meeke with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joyes Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poore regards and those VVho for his sake affliction trie Round Earth deepe Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnifie VVho crownes his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Judah's Cities build againe VVhere they shall ever live secure A faire inheritance obtaine There shall their blessed Seed remaine And safely that rich Soile manure PSALME LXX As the 5. HAst Lord from such as would devoure Defend by thy almightie Power Delay not in so fear'd an Houre But let confusion seaze on those Who seeke my Soule to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrowes Let those with infamie returne Dejected and unpittied mourne Who laugh and blast me with their scorne Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safetie feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poore and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALME LXXI As the 34. I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foule Infamy Lord in thy Justice save Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably heare my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortresse of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rocke my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Seruants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruell might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their prey become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I reli'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the wombe From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigie they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Starres thy glory raise While Sunnes shall set and rise Part 2 O cast not off when full of dayes Forsake not when my Strength decayes Watcht by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey VVho shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And helpe him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soule Let Death their impious rage controule And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousnesse display Thy manifold Deliveries VVhich ô no number can comprise Thus spend the harmelesse Day I in thy Strength though old and weake VVill walke and of thy Justice speake Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this houre with single Truth Thy wondrous workes have showne Part 3 Now in the VVinter of my yeares VVhen Time hath snow'd upon my haires Abandon not ô Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mightie Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me laine Yet shalt thou quicken me againe And from Earths entrailes free Still thou my glorie wilt increase And comfort with the joyes of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harpe will sing Thy praises O eternall King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soule consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclaime That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALME LXXII CANT BASS THe King Jehovah with thy Justice crowne And in a God-like reigne his Son renowne He shall with equitie thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice waigh Then little Hils shall riot with increase And Mountaines flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poore from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restlesse Sunne directs the Yeare While Moones increase and waine thy Name shall feare He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showres Which cloath the Earth and fill her Lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Raies He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reigne From swift Euphrates to the farthest Maine The wilde Inhabitants that live by prey In scortched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall licke the Dust rich with their Spoyles Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Iles Shall orient Pearle and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Cassia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring Part. 2 All Kings shall homage to this King affoord All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed heare the Poore defend The Needie save and such as have no friend Redeeme their Soules from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourely pray His Praises sing and blesse him Day by Day Ranke crops of Corne shall on high Mountaines grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grasse which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sunne illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! That King of Kings Who onely can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Sonne of Iesse A PARAPHRASE VPON THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME LXXIII As the 1. THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path VVhen I the Foole beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swolne eyes shine with uncontroll'd excesse Who more then what their hearts can wish possesse Even glory in their foule Impietie And speake like Thunder from the troubled Skie Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldome through their Scandall stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with successe are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of
staine In Innocence have cleans'd my hands in vaine That thus with daily punishments am worne And still chastised with the rising Morne Part. 2 If I gave words unto such thoughts as these I should th'assemblies of thy Saints displease For then what were it to be just or good My Soule this secret never understood Till I into thy Sanctuarie came And there beheld their honour end in Shame Thou hast on slippery hights their greatnesse plac'd Downe Head-long from their Noone of glory cast How are they unto Desolation brought Consumed in the moment of a thought Such as a pleasant dreame when Sleepe forsakes Our flattered sense so when thy Wrath awakes Thou in thy dreadfull furie shalt destroy Their emptie and Imaginary joy These former thoughts did my weake Soule molest So ignorant so vaine so like a beast Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand Thou heldst me up by thy Almightie hand Thou by thy counsell shalt direct my waies And after to eternall Glorie raise For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above Or what on Earth can my Affections move My Thoughts and flesh are fraile yet Lord thou art My Portion and the Vigour of my Heart Who thee abandon shall to Death descend And they whose knees to cursed Idols bend I as my dutie will to God repaire On Him relie and his great Acts declare PSALME LXXIV As the 14. LORD why hast Thou abandoned O why for ever shall thine Ire Consume like a devouring Fire The Sheepe which in thy pastures fed O thinke of those who were thy owne By Thee of old from bondage brought Th' Inheritance which thou hast bought And Sion thy affected Throne Come O come quickly and survey VVhat spoile the barbarous Foe hath made Lo all in heaps of ruines laid Thy Temple their accursed prey Like Lions with sharpe Famine whet They in thy Sanctuarie roare All purple in thy Peoples gore And there their conquering Ensignes set It was esteem'd a great renowne With Axe to square the Mountaine Okes Now they demolish with their strokes And hew the carved Fabricke downe Who lo with all-infolding flame The beautie of the Earth devoure Profanely prostrate on the floore That Temple sacred to thy Name Now said they with a sudden hand Give we a generall End to all By Fire the holy structures fall Through this depopulated Land Part. 2 No Miracles amaze our Foes There are no Prophets to divine That might our miseries decline None know the period of our woes Ah! how long shall our Enemies Exult and glory in our shame How long shall they Blaspheme thy Name Great God and thy slow Wrath despise Thy Hand out of thy Bosome draw Nor longer thy Revenge with-hold My God thou wast our King The old Amazed World thy Wonders saw Thou struck'st the Erythraean waves VVhen Seas from Seas in tumult fled Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head And mad'st the joyning Flouds their Graves That great Leviathan of Nile To Beasts and Serpents which possesse The drie and foodlesse VVildernesse By Thee delivered for a Spoile Thou clav'st the Rock from whose greene wound The thirst expelling Fountaine brake Thou mad'st the heady Streames forsake Their Chanels and become dry ground Part. 3 The cheerfull Day Night cloth'd in shade The Moon and radiant Sun are Thine Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine Summer and VVinter by Thee made Great God of gods forget not those VVho Thee reprochfully despise Remember Lord the Blasphemies Cast on thee by our frantick Foes O! to the wicked Multitude Surrender not thy Turtle-dove Nor from thy tender care remove The Poore by powerfull VVrong pursu'd Thy Cov'nant bound by Oath maintain For Darknesse over-spreads the Face Of all the Land in every place Destruction Rape and Slaughter reign Let not th' opprest returne with shame But crown thee with deserv'd applause O patronize thy proper Cause Remember Fooles revile thy Name O let their Sorrowes never cease VVho blast Thee with their Calumnies The tumuls of their Pride who rise Against Thee every day increase PSALME LXXV As the 8. THY Praises O eternall King Our Soules in sacred Verse will sing The wonders of thy Works declare Thy Presence in thy Power and Care VVhen I shall weare the Hebrew Crown High Justice shall my Reign renown The Land with weakning Discord rent The People without Government Faint and dissolve Her Pillars I Support her Breaches fortifie Proud Man I said renounce thy Pride Thou Foole thy Folly cast aside Doe not so high your Hornes erect Nor bellow as with yoke uncheckt Preferment from the Orient Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent Nor Desert comes God guides our Fates He raiseth and He ruinates A cup of red and mingled VVine He poureth out to me and mine But every Rebell in the Land Shall drink the Dregs squeez'd by his Hand His noble Acts I will relate The God of Jacob celebrate Suppresse the VVicked and their wayes The Just to VVealth and Honour raise PSALME LXXVI As the 29. GOD in Judah is renown'd Salem with his Temple crown'd He in sacred Sion dwels Israel his wonders tels He their flying Ensignes teares Shivers the Assyrian Speares He their Swords Shields Arrowes broke Kill'd subdu'd without a stroke Thou more excellent then they That on Juries Mountains prey VVho the Great in battell foil'd Of their lives and honours spoil'd Not the Mightie could with-stand Nor so much as find a hand Princes by thy onely breath VVith the Vulgar sleep in Death Terrible unto thy Foes O who can thy Wrath oppose When as they thy Thunder heare Mortals stand amaz'd and feare VVhen from thy eternall Rest Thou descend'st to save th' Opprest Malice but it selfe betraies And converts into thy praise Future rage thou shalt restrain Making their indeavours vain Jacobs Seed with one accord Pay your Vowes unto the Lord. Holy Levites Offerings bring Of his glorious Conquest sing He who Princes overthrowes O how fearefull to his Foes PSALME LXXVII As the 5. TO God I cri'd He heard my cries Againe when plung'd in miseries Renew'd with raised hands and eyes My festred wounds ran all the Night No comfort could my Soule invite To relish long out-worn delight I call'd upon the Ever-blest And yet my troubles still increast Almost to Death by sorrow prest Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake Words faile my griefe sighs onely spake Which from my panting bosome brake Then did my Memory unfold The wonders which thou wrought'st of old By our admiring Fathers told The Songs which in the Night I sung When deeply by affliction stung These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue Wilt thou for ever Lord forsake Nor pity on th' afflicted take O shall thy mercy never wake Wilt thou thy promise falsifie Must I in thy displeasure die Shall Grace before thy Fury flie This said I thus my Passions checkt His changes on their ends reflect To punish and restore th'Elect Part. 2 His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance I will tell What in our Fathers
Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End VVho through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Showres from Clouds distill And their emptie Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Eare. O thou God of Jacob heare Thou our Rocke extend thy Grace Looke on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Farre exceeds a Million Let me be contemn'd and poore In thy Temple keepe a Doore Then with wicked men possesse All that they call Happinesse O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy hee VVho alone depends on Thee PSALME LXXXV As the 2. AT length thou hast thy Mercie showne Drawne from the Babylonian yoke Our Sinnes remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblowne Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet raigne Extending to the yet unborne Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne That thine in Thee may joy againe O showre thy Mercie from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speakes of Peace Such as in Sanctitie increase Nor to their Sinnes againe descend These soone with Freedome shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kisse For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberall Hand The rich and ever gratefull Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him goe And her faire steps to Mortals show PSALME LXXXVI As the 13. MY God thy Suppliant heare Afford a gentle Eare For I am comfortlesse And labour in distresse My righteous Soule relieve So readie to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore VVho daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all VVho on thy Mercy call O heare my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found VVhen troubles most abound VVhat God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Part. 2 Zeale shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in VVonders shown Direct me in thy VVay So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests cleare Vnited in thy Feare My Soule shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rfull Enemies All Rebels to thy Will My guiltlesse bloud would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Signe expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALME LXXXVII As the 8. THE Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excell He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Jerusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Judea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foraign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortall Hands Firme as the Mountaine where it stands The Lord in his eternall Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall th' Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streames from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALME LXXXVIII As the 39. MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Eares Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now neare the Jawes of greedy Death My light extinguisht numbered Among the Dead Like men in battaile slaine the wombe Of Earth their Tombe Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o'rethrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerfull Raies Crusht by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Gaole where I In Fetters lie Blind with my teares with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vaine a walking Coarse Part. 2 Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show VVho sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save VVilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown VVhere none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die VVhil'st I thy Terrours undergoe Distracted by these stormes of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devoures My trembling Powers With troups of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALME LXXXIX As the 72. OVr gratefull Songs O thou eternall King Shall ever of thy boundlesse Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above VVhich on firme hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy Seed establish and thy Throne sustaine Whilst Seas shall flow or Moones increase and waine The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appeares And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with feares Great God! how great when dreadfull Armies joyne What God so strong what Faith so firme as thine Part. 2 Thy Bounds the Billowes of the Sea restraine Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Maine Proud Rahab like a Coarse with bloud imbru'd Hew'n downe the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round Earth broad Seas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestiall swiftly rowle Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evening's sing thy praise Thy Arme excels in Strength thy hands sustaine The World they
his bestows And crownes their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitfull 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 VVhen they at the Tribunall plead PSALME CXXVIII As the 15. HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction straies Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a faire and fruitfull Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyne Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like greene plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who feares the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion blesse Thou shalt joy in the successe VVhich the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALME CXXIX As the cxi OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assaild As oft have their endeavours fail'd My backe with long deepe furrowes wound As Plow-shares teare the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruell hands Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely die Be they like Corne on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome beares But withers still before it eares No Travailer their labours blesse Nor say We wish you good successe PSALME CXXX As the 10. OVT of the horrour of the Deepe Where feare and sorrow never sleepe To thee my cries In sighes arise Lord from despaire thy servant keepe O lend a gracious eare And my petitions heare For if thou should'st our sinnes 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 feare Thy mercies our mis-deeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearefull Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Jacobs Race In him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeeme from Sin and Hell PSALME CXXXI As the 32. THou Lord my witnesse art I am not proud of heart Nor looke with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vaine pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers brest On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the onely scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALME CXXXII As the 72. REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Jacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convay'd No Roofe shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleepe my eye-lids close Till I have found a place for his Abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Arke we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle goe And there our selves before thy Foot-stoole throw Ascend to thy eternall Rest at length Thou and the Arke of thy admired strength O let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctitie And all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy For Davids sake receive into thy Grace From thy Anointed never turne thy Face For thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget Thy Son shall long possesse thy royall Seat And if thy Children my commands observe Nor from the rules of my prescription swerve Their Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway Even while the Sun illuminates the Day For Sion I have chosen Sion great In my affections my eternall Seat I will abundantly increase her store And with the flower of Wheat susteine her poore Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyfull Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horne of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burne out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALME CXXXIII As the cxi O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyne in mutuall love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Downe to the bordes of his Vest 'T is like the pearles 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 PSALME CXXXIV As the 47. YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait VVho keepe your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerefull light I'th'Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recesse The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People blesse The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALME CXXXV As the 72. O You who Ephods weare 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 crowne the Day and entertaine the Night For Israel is his choice and Jacobs Race His treasure and the object of his Grace In power how infinite how much before Those mortall gods whom franticke men adore All on his Will depend all homage owe In Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below At his command exhaled Vapors rise And in condensed clouds obscure the Skies From thence in showres He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-borne of Men and Cattell slew Fresh streams of bloud the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' inhabitants that drinke of Nilus floud At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Part. 2 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 Kingdomes of the Cananites Who to the Conquerours resigne their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitfull fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto eternity And thy immortall Fame shall never die Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helplesse gods ador'd in forraign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deafe Eares still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive lungs VVho made resemble them and such are those VVho in such senselesse 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 onely Good and Great Who in
More reall worth a poore wise child adornes Then an old Foolish King who counsell scornes He from a Prison to a Throne ascends This borne a Prince his Life obscurely ends His Subjects after his successor runne As from the setting to the rising Sunne The vulgar are inconstant in their choice Nor in the present Government rejoyce The following as the first to change inclin'd This is a vanitie and griefe of mind Chap. 5 Whether thou goest conceive and to what end When thy bold feet the House of God ascend There rather heare his Life-directing Rules Then offer up the sacrifice of Fooles For sinfull are their gifts who neither know What they to God should give or what they owe. The Ryot of thy tongue let feare restraine Nor with rash Orisons his Eares profane God sits in Heaven with Rayes of Beauty crown'd Thou a poore Mortall creep'st upon the ground Since nothing lies concealed from his view Nor scapes his knowledge let thy words be few As Dreames proceed from multitude of Cares So multitude of words a foole declares Performe thy vowes to God without delay Fooles please not him thy vowes sincerely pay Since they are offerings of the gratefull will Vow not at all or else thy vowes fulfill Let not thy tongue oblige thy flesh to sinne Nor say I err'd by that pretext to winne Thy Angels Pardon Why shouldst thou incense Thy God and draw his wrath on thy offence In multitudes of words and Dreames appeare Like vanities my Sonne Jehova feare Nor let it quench thy Piety when thou Shalt see the poore beneath the mighty bow All Lawes perverted Justice cast aside As if the Vniverse had lost her guide That Power to whom all are subordinate Shall crush them with an unsuspected fate The Mother Earth to all her bosome yields Even Princes are beholding to the fields Who silver Covet and Excesse of Gaine Shall ever want this folly is as vaine As Riches multiply even so doe they VVho feed thereon and on their Plenty prey What profit to the owner can arise But to behold them with his carefull Eyes Sweet is the sleepe which honest toyle begets Whether he liberally or little eates When ever-troublesome Abundance keeps The wealthy waking and affrights his sleeps What Penury than Riches can be worse If by the Owner turn'd into a Curse Or to consuming vice become a spoyle Who Sonnes begets to misery and toyle Naked he issu'd from his Mothers wombe And naked must descend into his Tombe Of all with travell got and kept with feare He nothing to the House of Death shall beare But must returne as Emptie as he came His Entrie and his Exit but the same What bootes it then to Labour for the winde This is a sore affliction to the Minde He feeds his sorrow in continuall Night Repleat with Anguish Fury and Despight This truth have I found out in her pursuite To feed our Bodies to enjoy the fruit Of our enricht endeavours and to give Our selves their comforts whil'st on Earth we live Is good and Pleasurable this alone Is all we have that can be call'd our owne For to have Riches and the Power with all To use them freely is the Principall Of earthly Benefits for God on those He most affects this Happinesse bestowes That man retaines no sence of former Ill 's VVhose Heart the Lord of Life with gladnesse fills Chap. 6 This as a Common Misery have I With sorrow seene beneath the ambient Sky God Riches and Renowne to men imparts Even all they wish and yet their narrow hearts Cannot so great a fluency receive But their fruition to a Stranger leave What falser vanitie or worse disease Could ever on the life of Mortals seaze Though he a hundred Children should beget Though many yeares should make his Age compleat Yet if he to himselfe his owne deny Then want a Grave and violently dye Better were an abortive borne in vaine That in obscuritie departs againe Enveloped with shrouds of endlesse Night Who never saw the Sunne display his Light Nor Good or Evill knew he is more blest And soone descends to his perpetuall Rest Though th' other twenty Ages have surviv'd His Misery is but the longer Liv'd Yet both must to that fatall Mansion goe Where they to none are knowne nor any know All that Man Labours for is but to Eate Yet is his soule not satisfi'd with Meate VVhat therefore hath the wise more then the foole VVhat wants the poore that can his Passions rule Farre better is a cleare and pleas'd aspect Then meagre lookes which vast desires detect Such as can never satisfaction find Yet this is vanitie and griefe of Mind For be he what he will he must be Man A Name repleat with Misery nor can But desperately with such a Power contend On whom himselfe and all the world depend As Riches so our cares and feares increase O discontented Man where is thy peace VVho knowes what 's good for thee in these thy Dayes Of Vanitie A Shadow so decayes Or can informe thy Soule what will befall When thou art lost in greedy Funerall Chap. 7 An honest Name acquir'd by vertuous deeds The fragrant smell of Precious Oyles exceeds Even so the Houre of Death that of our Birth Which Fame secures and Earth restores to Earth Better to be at Funerals a Guest Then entertained at a Nuptiall feast For all must to the shades of Death descend And those that live should thinke of their last End Sorrow then Mirth more to perfection moves For a sad Countenance the Soule improves The wise will therefore ioyne with such as mourne But fooles into the Bowers of Laughter turne A wise mans reprehensions though severe More then the songs of Fooles should please the eare As thornes beneath a Caldron catch the fire Blaze with a noise and suddenly expire Such is the immoderate laughter of vaine fooles This Vanitie in our distemper rules Oppressions purchases the Judgement blind Make wise men mad a Guift corrupts the Mind Beginnings in their Ends their meed obtaine Humility more conquers then Disdaine Nor be thou to distracting Anger prone By her deformities a foole is knowne Nor murmuring say Why are these dayes of ours Worse then the former doth the chiefe of Powers So differently the affaires of mortals sway Such questions but thy Arrogance display Wisedome with Ancient Wealth not got by care Great blessings heape on those who breath this Aire Both are to mortals a protecting shade When bitter stormes or scorching beames invade But if divided he who is possest Of Life-infusing Wisedome is more blest Gods works consider who can rectifie Or make that streight which he hath made awry In thy prosperitie let joy abound Nor let adversitie thy patience wound For these by him so intermixed are That no man should presume nor yet despaire All perturbations all things that have beene I in my dayes of vanitie have seene How their owne justice have the just destroy'd And how the
their bosomes light Famine shall eate them hot Diseases burne And all by violent deaths to Earth returne The teeth of salvage Beasts their blood shall spill And Serpents with their fatall poyson kill The Sword without and home-bred Terrors shall Devoure their lives Their Youth untimely fall Betrothed Virgins such as stoope with Age And sucking Babes shall sinke beneath my Rage Scatter I would like Chaffe by Tempests blowne Nor should their Memory to Man be knowne If not withheld by their insulting Foe Lest he should triumph in their overthrow And boasting say This our owne hands have done Our Swords the Gods which have their battaile won Part. 5 A Nation which hath no Intelligence Vncapable of Councell void of sense O that my Words could to their hearts descend To make them wise and thinke of their last End How would One man a Thousand put to flight And Two a Myriad overthrow in Fight But that their Strength hath sold them to their Foes And left them naked to their deadly blowes For though our Enemies should judge their Powers Are faint to His their Rocke no Rocke to ours Their Vine of Sodom of Gomorrahs fields Which Grapes of Gall and bitter clusters yields Poison of Dragons is their deadly Wine To which cold Aspes their drowsie venome joyne Is not all this unto my Sight reveal'd Laid up in store and with my Signet seal'd To me belongs Revenge and Recompence Which I will in the time decree'd dispense The Day is neere which their destruction brings And Punishment now flies with speedy wings Part. 6 God will his People judge at length relent And of his Servants miseries repent Then when they are of all their power bereft No strength no hope of humane succour left And say Where are the Gods of your defence Those Rockes of your presuming confidence Whose flaming Altars you so often fed VVith fat of Bieves and VVine profusely shed Now let them from their crowned Banquets rise And shield you from your furious enemies Behold I am your God I onely I Assisted by no forraigne Deity I kill revive I wound and heale no hand Or power of Mortals can my strength withstand I to the Heavens I made my armes extend Pronounce I ever was and have no end VVhet I my glittering Sword if I advance My hand in Judgement woes past utterance And vengeance equall to their merits shall Vpon my Foes and those who hate me fall The hungry Sword shall eat their flesh like Food My thirsty Arrows shall be drunke with bloud For Captives slaine and for the bloud they spilt I will with horrour recompence their guilt You wiser Nations with his People joy For he will all their Enemies destroy His Servants vindicate from their proud Foe And to their Land and them his Mercy show JUDGES V. As the 8. Psalme YOUR great Preserver celebrate He who reveng'd our wrongs of late When you his sonnes in Israels Aid Of life so brave a Tender made You Princes with attention heare And you who awfull Scepters beare While I in sacred Numbers sing The Praise of our eternall King When he through Seir his Army led In Edoms fields his Ensignes spread Earth shooke the Heavens in drops descend And Clouds in teares their substance spend Before his Face the Mountaines melt Old Sinai unknowne fervor felt When Israel Sangars Rule obey'd And Jael that Virago sway'd She bold of heart He great in Warre Yet to the fearefull Travailer All wayes were then unsafe who crept Through Woods or past when others slept The Land uncultivated lay When I arose I Deborah A Mother to my Countrey grew At once their Foes and feares subdue Part. 2 When to themselves new Gods they chose Then were their Wals besieg'd by Foes Did One of Forty Thousand weare A Cote of Steele or shooke a Speare You who with such alacrity Led to the Battaile O how I Affect your Valour with me raise Your voyces Sing Jehovahs Praise Sing You who on white Asses ride And Justice equally divide You who those VVayes so fear'd of late VVhere now no Thieves assassinate You lately from your Fountaines barr'd VVhere you their clattering Quivers heard There with united joy record The righteous Judgements of the Lord. You who your Cities repossesse VVho reape in peace his Praise professe Arise O Deborah arise In heavenly Hymnes expresse thy Joyes Arise O Barak Thou the Fame And Off-spring of Abinoam Of Israel the renowned Head Captivitie now captive lead Part. 3 Nor shall the noble Memory Of our strong Aids in silence die The Quiver-bearing Ephramite March't from his Mountaine to the Fight Those who on Amalek confine The small Remaines of Benjamin From Machir Princes Not a few VVise Zebulun with Letters drew The valiant Chiefes of Issachar VVith Deborah troopt to this Warre VVho downe into the Valley tread The way which noble Barak led But Reuben from the rest disjoyn'd By Hils and Flouds was so in mind Did'st thou these glorious VVars refuse To heare the bleating of the Ewes O great in Councell O how wise That couldst both Faith and Fame despise Gilead ' of thundring Drums afraid Or slothfull beyond Jordan staid Dan his swift-sailing Ships affects And publique Liberty neglects VVhile Ashur on his Cliffes relides And fortifies against the Tides But Zebulun and Nepthali VVho never would from danger flye VVere ready for the publike good On Tabors top to shed their bloud Part. 4 Then Kings Kings of the Canaanites On Taanach Plaines addrest their Fights VVhere swift Megiddo's VVaters ran Yet neither Spoile nor Trophee wan The Heavens ' gainst Sisera fought The Stars Mov'd in Battalia to those VVars By ancient Kishon swept from thence VVhose Torrent salling Clouds incense Thou O my joyfull Soule at length Hast trod to Dirt their puissant Strength Their wounded Horse with flying haste Fall head-long and their Riders cast Thus spake an Angel Cursed be Thou Meroz all who dwell in thee That basely would'st no aid afford In that great Battaile to the Lord. Cinoeian Hebers VVife thou best Of VVomen be thou ever blest Blest above all Let all that dwell In Tents thy Act O Jaell tell She brought him Milke above his wish And Butter in a Princely Dish A Hammer and a Naile she tooke This into Sisera's Temples strooke He fell fell downe downe to the Flore Lay where he fell bath'd in his Gore Lay groveling at her Feet and there His wretched Soule sigh'd into Aire Part. 5 His Mother at her window staid And thrusting out her shoulders said Why are his Chariots wheeles so slow Nor yet my Sonne in Triumph show VVhen her wise Ladies standing by Yea she her selfe made this reply Have not their Swords now won the Day Have they not shar'd the wealthy Prey Now every Souldier for his paines An Hebrew Dame or Virgin gaines VVhile Sisera choosing layes aside Rich Robes in various Colours dy'd Rich Robes with curious Needles wrought On either side from Phrygia brought The Thread spun from