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One and forty divine odes Englished set to King Davids princely harpe. By S.P.L.
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Brazil. Ministério do Interior. Secretaria de Planejamento.; Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625, attributed name.
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my rest And with sweet sleepes will spend the night With hope from Heauen thou steelst my breast And shieldst me safe Lord with thy might PSAL. V. WHose supreme power o're all extends Benignely Lord my praiers heare And with a calme and facile eare Receiue the plaines which sorrow sends 2 When loud I call attentiue see How my full vaines distend my heart My God and King alone thou art And in distresse I serue but thee 3 Lord heare me when I early cry For while pure vowes cheere hopes within I 'le call on thee ere beames begin To sparkle from the Suns bright eie 4 Thou God who lou'st a pious minde And hat'st the filth of impious rites Let him whose soule in sin delights Hopelesse of thee no fauour finde 5 Arm'd wrong flies from thy dreadfull sight 6 Who art a foe to bloud and fraud The glozing tongue that doth applaud Foule falshood thou wilt cut out quite 7 Since on thy grace I Lord relie Thy sacred gates will I draw neere And to thy Temple goe with feare And send pure vowes to thee on high 8 That I my foese slinets may finde Thou God of Right thy light display And in a darke and doubtfull way Direct my steps which else are blinde 9 Truth shuns the lips of my proud foes Whilst filth and fraud keep th' inner roomes Their throates smell worse than rotten toombes Their tongues with honied poison gloze And inly minde closely to wound 10 O God the source whence all things spring Destroy the wicked Nation bring Their drifts to naught and who dost found And foster all confound the vaine And idle plots they vndertake Quite roote them out who thee forsake And due to sin feele they the paine 11 But by thy grace Lord guarded still Let them be glad who fixe on thee Their hopes alone and fearelesse free Adore thy Name and euer will 12 Pure mindes to Heauen which homage yeeld Thou cheer'st with treasures from thy store And when refresh'd they need no more Thy fauour shades them like a shield PSAL. 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WHilst anger boiles and rage inflames thy gall Correct me not though sin for vengeance call Whilst fury burnes and runs a swifter pace To bring fell plagues on body soule and all Spare spare me Lord whom griefe doth so appall Lay iustice by and vse thy hand of grace My force is spent my bones the bodies stay â—aile since their nerues are loos'd where vigour lay 3 And care doth vexe my troubled spirit sore â—ow long wilt thou neglect and keep away And leaue me on the rack vext night and day Come now and me from deaths fell iawes restore 5 When he hath once ceaz'd with his griping paw Not leauing one poore puffe of breath to draw Who thinkes on thee Ah no it it too late Wrapt vp in mold made subiect to deaths law Where men are like those births that no Sun saw Who there thy Name shall sing or praise relate 6 When in the night my grieued soule agast Breathes forth deepe sighes as if she breath'd her lasâ— With weeping eies I wash my mournefull bed That all the cloathes which on my couch are cast Are wet with teares which trickle downe so fast As if a shower of raine powr'd from my head 7 My fight once quick her vertue now hath spent With gripes of griefe and pining discontent The liuely vigour of my limmes is gone Whilst that my foes their wiles applauding went And for their plots which nought but mischief men In my fresh checkes now ruddy hue is none 8 The cursed crue Ah you that so delight In gracelesse acts hence hence now take your flight Cast off the hopes which you conceiu'd in vaine 9 God calmely heard the roarings of my spri't And though you grieue and enuy at the sight He heard my vowes and rais'd me vp againe 10 Let sodaine shame mine enemies disgrace The guilty blush let it confound their face Let infamy which them to horror driues Make pale their lookes to shew their dolefull case And in their hearts let tort'ring griefe take place Who fled and left me like base fugitiues PSAL. VII SInce I in thee my safties hope haue plac'd Great Keeper of all things in this our All â—n their fell iawes who alwaies me disgrac'd Lord let not thou let not thy seruant fall Like sauage beasts more like than ciuill men They plot my death deuising how and when If none doe come and take my cause in hand â—s a fierce Lion teares the harmlesse Sheepe Who at first fight affrighted doe disband â—o my fell foe who wakes whilst others sleepe Will rend my limmes whose thirst of blood is suâ—â— He sheds if guiltlesse he cares not how much If he accus'd whose faith had tainelesse stood Nor lying lips had warp'd and wou'n false crimes If I haue wrought them ill who meant but good Or spar'd not those who harm'd me many times 5 Me let my foe pursue and ouertake And taken foile and foild his foot-ball make â—nd let him tread and trample in the mire â—y Diadem the ensigne of my pride But Lord arise let rage and lewd desire Of my proud foes thy mercy laid aside Incense thee to iust ire rise Lord and pay Thy vowd reuenge to those who Truth betray Arise and let thy sacred Maiesty His beames display and all parts ouerspread And let all people to their Parlies hie And thee proclaime their fire and supreme Head Thou whose strong hand holds all the Scepters herâ— 8 And vindicates the sins done eu'ry where Reuenge my wrong if rightly I implore With hallow'd mouth and mind plagues on my foâ—â— 9 O thou iust Iudge who knows our thoughts befoâ—â— We speake or thinke whose eie doth all disclose Batter and bruise lewd mens all-daring lust Whilst grace supports and animates the iust 10 I scorne all foes if God be on my side 11 Who takes delight where Candor takes her seaâ— In mindes that haue nor welts nor guards of pride And godly men protects when dangers threate And not by fits but by a fixt decree Menaceth death to those that impious be 12 If stiffe my foe stands in his vaine pretence 13 Then God soone drawes his sword he bends hiâ— bow He snatcheth vp his dart of more offence Which where it lights doth giue a dang'rous blow He whets his shafts with fury firy red That carries death on the sharp-pointed head 14 Behold who great with sin beings mischief forth And plots against my guiltlesse soule design'd He brought to light things that were little worth Like fancies which affright a sleeping mind 15 He digg'd a pit and closely laide his gin But missing me himselfe was caught therein 16 On his owne head shall all his follies fall And where they heed shall all his mischiefes light 17 Then free from feare and enuies bitter gall I 'le sing of thee and thine impartiall right And glorious name O thou all-ruling Lord With cheerfull mind I will thy praise record
his when neer'st to death Forsoke me not in my despairfull'st plight 11 Teach me thy waies by whose free grace I liue And guide my steps in the faire path of right That force nor feare wherewith my foes haue striue To draw me from thy way may work their spite 12 Not leaue thou me obnoxious to the lust Of impious men who me of crimes endite And witnesse beare in things that are not iust Arm'd to the proofe with lies the armes of spite 13 Conquer'd at last with waight of pressing ills My minde would faint but hope of thy good grace This comfort to my drooping spirits instills That after anxious toiles ioy shall take place I liuing here with men that draw like aire The blessings of an happy life expect Then take not thou the foile of foule despaire The Lord will giue thee strength and will protect And stay thy fainting soule as props vphold A crased house Then fearlesse stand and bold PSAL. XXVIII VVOrlds King then starry Orbes more high My lifes support sur'st shield to saue Heare mildly my request lest I Be like a corpse brought neere the graue 2 Milde Father to my vowes giue eare When I with teares lift vp my hands To heau'n where wandring lights appeare The Temple where thy glory stands 3 With lewd men be not I enrol'd Nor as their mate Lord doome thou me Whose tongues are made by 'th Sirene mould And minds with poison tainted be 4 Let their reward their lewdnesse show As bad their worke euen be their hire And let them reape as they did sow Paines equall to their lewd desire 5 The wise fore-sight of thy decree Who do'st my head with honour crowne Keepes not their hands from falshood free Nor holds their spite-swolne stomackes downe And therefore shall not their long line Of hopelesse ofspring wide extend Of stocke and house shall be no signe Their fathers pelfe shall soone haue end 6 To thee all-ruling Lord be laud Who to my prayers faire passage yeelds 7 Whose strength armes me from force and fraud Whose hopefull help my safety shields 8 Hence ioy triumphing in my brest My measur'd lines thy praises sing Who guard'st thine owne with dangers prest And from all snares preseru'st thy King 9 Thou Prince of men keepe safe and sound Thy people and let Hebers race In all Earths blessings still abound Vntill the night doe leaue his place PSAL. XXIX THough rich in gold though thou in wealth abound Thy front adorn'd with a victorious crowne Acknowledge God nor be ingratefull found Vse thy good hap but know heauen sent it downe 2 Sing praise to him and with submisse request Make him thy friend who made the worlds wide frame And with his becke who rules the skie addrest With glittering Starres giue honour to his name 3 Whose sounding voice powres moistning showres below Who horrid tumults raising in the skye With roring thunders makes fierce Boreas blow And mount the swelling waues when Seas grow high 4 A voice I say with Maiesty repleate Whose power makes good what first his will design'd 5 Whether he pleas'd of Cedars tall and great T'uncloth the hills or rend high Elmes with wind 6 Or burst out stones conioyn'd to stones with lime Or tosse the hills and their first footing change As youthfull rage ioy'd with the springing time Doth pricke the lusty Bull to leape and range 7 If his voice strikes fire flashes from the cloud 8 The desert Cabines of th' Arabians shake 9 Beasts quake for feare abortiues disauow'd Burst forth with paine Okes fell when he but spake What Heauen containes in his gold-vaulted roome What Earth sustaines ennamel'd with rare skill And what lies hid within the Seas deepe wombe They all confesse Gods vnresisted will 10 The sinne-reuenging sea mou'd at his sound O'rewhelm'd the Mountaines when it rag'd and rau'd And thou to whose decrees are all things bound Wast pleas'd to drowne the world so sinfull made 11 If thou giue strength we neither feare our foes Or proud for wealth or for their number daring If thou giue peace from Plenties horne that flowes No blessing shall to Js'achs race be sparing PSAL. XXX OF thee my Muse of thee my Harpe shall sound Iudge of the world whēce all good things do flow Freed from deaths iawes that sought my ouerthrow My vowes now will I pay by promise bound Releas'd by thee nor now insults my foe To see mine eyes poure forth their floods of teares Nor takes delight to see me vext with feares Of pressing ills thou cool'st his courage so 2 I sought thy helpe when I vnsteddy stood And doubtfull of successe to thee did sue By thee refresh'd alone by thee I drew Th'aires louely light that cheeres the vitall blood 3 Nor doe I lye with fates long night opprest In the low vaults where windowes want and lights 4 But you deuoted to the sacred rites And cleane oblations of a purer brest Him let your heart with sweet harmonious cheere Who mindes your prayers be mindfull to record Extoll with praise your Sire and Sou'raigne Lord Since to your vowes he bends his listning eare 5 The heate of his reuenging ire alayde Doth vanish as a fleeting buble falls And a sweet life which no sad hap appalls By his right-hand is to good men repaid If late at night our mournfull faces be Bath'd all with teares yet when the golden Sunne Sheds forth his beames the glasse of griefe is run And smiling mirth our captiu'd minds sets free 6 When I had all that fits a blessed state Thus said I to my selfe no gust nor gall Shall stay my course so fortunate in all Nor doubtfull chance giue sweet content the mate 7 Thou giuing me strength wealth and high degree And like a mount rais'd with strong walls of brasse Strengthning my crowne Credulity that was My minds Enchantresse fed vaine pride in me But leauing me vnto my foolish vaine Thou drawing backe thine hand that light wing'd dame False Fortune fled and left all out of frame My house disord'red in the head and traine 8 Then presently sole President of all Humbly my vowes I on thine altar strew'd I crau'd thine ayd and said with teares bedew'd 9 What good to thee can of my blood befall What vse canst thou make of my breathlesse limmes Can the cold ashes that in silence lye In Deaths darke mansion thy great works descry To th'after-age and sing thee sacred hymnes 10 Milde to my vowes thy facile care apply That to thy grace doth easie passage make Nor from my teares turne thy grim lookes but take The plague-sores from my limmes that fretting lye 11 When I implore thou dost thine care addresse And laist it close and wip'st my teares away And in their place bring'st mirth and to allay My griefe comes ioy which hand and heart expresse 12 Of thee my layes shall sing my harpe shall sound My voice on thee deuoted shall attend Nor shall my Muse want matter to commend Since of