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A14379 Englands hallelu-jah. Or, Great Brittaines gratefull retribution, for Gods gratious benediction In our many and most famous deliuerances, since the halcyon-dayes of euer-blessed Queene Elizabeth, to these present times. Together, with diuers of Dauids Psalmes, according to the French metre and measures. By I:V Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652. 1631 (1631) STC 24697; ESTC S111549 31,133 126

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still he trauailes with Iniquity For guiltles blood he waites in priuie places The Poore to spoile into his Toile Hee chaces 5. And like a Lyon lurking in his Den He secretly and slily spreads his nets To catch and crush poore silly simple men Whom he by craft and couzenage to him gets And with his smoothing soothing on them sets Thus multitudes of Poore-men he betrayeth A●d pittilesse on them he proudly preyeth 6. And then He fondly falsely sayes in heart Tush God regards not what we doe or say He hath forgotten or is gone a part Hee neither sees nor knowes our worke or way Arise therefore ô Lord make no delay Lift vp thy hand let Ill men be distressed Guarde and regard the Poore by them oppressed 7. O why should bold blasphemous Imps most vile Falselie affirme that thou regardest not Yet Thou dost sit and see and at them smile And pai'st their Vice with Vengeance their iust Lot But friendlesse Orphans thou hast not forgot And since they solely wholy Thee rely-on Thou'●t be their Helper from thy sacred Syon 8. Pernicious and malicious men conuince Their Armes and Harmes their fraud and force destroy For Thou art our eternall Lord and Prince Let not the Heathen thy sweet Land enioy Lord beare the Poore and cleare them from annoy Yea thou dost heare and helpe at need dost render And right the wrong of Poore and Orphans tender Psalme the 15. 1. O Lord of Loue what Man shall rest Within thy Tabernacle Or who ô Lord shall be so blest Of Syon-Hill to be possest For 's happy Habitacle 2. The Man whose gracious Guide thou art In Paths of sure Sincerity Whose wordes and workes whose Hand and Heart In equall ballance beare a part Whose Tongue speakes all pure Verity 3. Who takes no pleasure or delight In false Calumniations Who in Himselfe doth not backbite And suffers none his friend to smite By forged Defamations 4. Who doth condemne contemne despise The proud profane malicious But in his heart doth praise and prize The Godly Gracious Graue and Wise And is to These propitious 5. Who Payes though to his preiudice Things promis'd or protested Who hates Vfurious-Auarice Who loues all Vertue loathes all Vice Shall be in Heauen inuested Psalme the 23. 1. Isr'ells great Shepheard is my Shepheard kinde In him therefore All needfull things I finde Corporall Comforts aliment externall Spirituall Dainties Manna Food supernall In Fields Hee foulds Mee full of tender Grasse Where siluer-streames doe smoothlie sweetly passe 2. And when my Soule with sorrow seemes deprest The Lord re-cheeres It with sweet Peace and Rest And me with Rules of Righteousnesse instructeth And me in Goodensse graciously conducteth So that in Deaths dire Dale I walke secure Thy Rod thy Staffe supporting Mee most sure 3. And maugre all the malice of my foes My Cuppe with All choice Blessings ouerflowes My Table is with Dainties well appointed My Head with Oyle of Gladnesse is annointed And all my daies Gods Grace shall me defend And in his holy-House my Life I 'le spend Psalme the 51. 1. OH Euerliuing Euerlouing Lord Compassionate Mee wicked Wretch of Wretches And in thy Mercies boundles endlesse Riches Remit remoue my Sin thy Loue afford Oh wash and rench and drench and clense my Soule From this my crying Crime my fact most bloody Which in Sins slime and puddle myrie muddy My Soule with soyle hath made both full and foule 2. Deserued shame and sorrow me compell To make patheticall complaint confession And to recount recant my grosse transgression Which in my presence present still doth dwell Against Thee Lord against Thee most of might I surely ●orely solely haue offended If Thou therefore 'gainst Me All-Plagues had'st bended Yet had thy Doome bin duty truly right 3. In Sin alas I was both Borne and Bred From Parents paps the milke of sin I sucked And from their Loines the seeds of sin haue plucked And still on Weeds of Wickednesse haue fed But Thou ô Lord of Truth and Right Dost like and loue plaine Truth in pure affectirn And in me hast infus'd for my direction Internall Wisedome my best Light Delight 4. With Mercyes-Hysop purge and purifie My Sin-full Sin-foule Heart most blackly blotted Wash me ●h wash me all with sinne bespotted So s●all I passe white Snow in Purity So shall I re-enioy a ioyfull Voice My Maladie to Melodie be turned My broken Bones which haue with Groanes euen burned For Tones of Moane in Tunes of Mirth reioyce 5. Oh no more chide but hide thy frowning Face From This my hainous hideous horrid Errour One-smile re-cheeres One-frowne renewes my Terrour My sinne from Thee ' my shame from Mee then chace In me create oh re-create I prays A pure a perfect Heart an vpright Spirit From me transplant what-ere thy Wrath may merit And in me plant whatf'euer please thee may 6. Oh doe not as an Abiect Me reiect Nor Mee from thy Presence●euer ●euer Thy Grace-inspiring Spirit from me Neuer O Lord remoue which should mee safe protect Restore repaire in mee such sacred Joy As may assure my Soule of sure Saluation In mee let thy free-Sp'rit finde Habitation Mee to instruct Sin in me to destroy 7. Thus I my-selfe hauing thy waies well knowne Shall Others well instruct conduct therein Sinners to Thee Conform'd reform'd from Sin Thy perfect Path-way shall by me be showne Oh quit oh quite remit my bloodie Crime O God my Soules best Guide my Guardian blessed My Hope my Helpe when I am most distressed So shall I sing thy Praise in sacred Rhyme 8. Vnlocke my Lips ô Lord my Tongue vntie Thou keep'st the Key which opes and shuts at pleasure So shall my Voice in most melodious measure ●hy peereles Praise make knowne and magnifie For Thou hast no desire and lesse delight 〈◊〉 burnt Oblations outward Sacrifices In Hecatombes of n'ere so precious-prices Though These all-These to Thee I offer might 9. But Thou dost tender a most tender-Heart A broken-broken-Spirit full of true Contrition A Soule that sues and shewes Its due submission With This This offering Thou best pleased art To Syon therefore Lord propitious be Jerusalems weake walls re-edifie Not for their Merit but thy Mercies free So we with Hearts most free most thankefully Shall our Oblations to thine Altar bring Peace-offerings due to Salems peacefull King Psalme the 52. 1. OF wicked Workes thy Heart intendeth Why vaunt'st thou Tyrant vile Since Gods loue lasteth neuer endeth Thy Tongue with mischiefes file Like Razor sharpe doth deadly wound Fraud in thy Facts is found 2. Thy Minde all mischiefe meditateth Thou wilt not walke vpright Thy Tongue vntruth still machinateth In Lyes is thy Delight With Wiles and Guiles ô double Tongue Thou ready art to wrong 3. Therefore shall God supplant displace-thee Out of his Holy-Land Finally fearefully deface thee Not suffer thee to stand The Righteous shall see thy decay And feare and scorne and say 4. This Man his Goods as Gods adored And on