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A61293	Psalterium Carolinum the devotions of His Sacred Majesty Charles the First in his solitudes and sufferings / rendred in verse by T.S., Esq. ; and set to musick for three voices, an organ or theorbo, by John Wilson, Dr. in musick, professor in Oxford.	Stanley, Thomas, 1625-1678.; Faithorne, William, 1616-1691.; Wilson, John, 1595-1674.	1660 (1660)	Wing S5243B; ESTC R38273	15,044	56

That they may be involv'd in shame And with Confusion over-spread Thou seest with what malicious Art They seek to cloud me with disgrace But give me a submissive Heart Dishonour for thy sake t' embrace Make me intent to honour thee And I in Honour shall abound Restor'd to my first Dignity Or else with equal Patience crown'd Thou art in Majesty array'd Goodnes and Glory from Thee spring With Wisdome Justice Mercy aid I shall not want what fits a King Thou the Exalter of my Head In Thee is my Salvation plac't Lord by thy Grace to Glory lead Which to Eternitie shall last ODE XXII Vpon his Majesties leaving Oxford and going to the Scots Thou who all Souls all Consciences dost sway To thee I look dismay'd To thy Protection I commit my way Thou who my life did'st aide Still in thy weakness canst thy strength display A fiery Pillar in dark nights to me And with thy light direct In scorching Day 's a cloudy Pillar be And with thy shade protect O let me find both Sun and Shield in Thee My life I was not by perverseness wrought To hazard thus t' xpose But Reason Honour and Religion taught To guard my self from those Whose impious force to wrest them from me sought Let not the just Resolves I have endu'd With outward strength abate A Conscience where no wrong did e're intrude Be my Associate In my Desertions greatest Solitude My Fort of Reason let me not betray Trusted to keep for Thee From thy Salvation that I never stray My constant Conduct be If Thee I please Peace shall my Foes allay ODE XXIII Vpon the Scots delivering the King to the English and his Captivity at Holmeby THou that alone art infinite In good and greatness dwel'st with me Weigh'd with thy Presence Life is light Thy service perfect Liberty Own me for thine I cannot but be free As I am Man with Reason bless With Zeal as Christian Right as King Of outwards stript let me possess Thee in the joy 's that from Thee spring Which 'gainst my will no force can from me wring Let not my Passion over-boyle To fruitless Rage or sordid fear They think him helpless whom they foyle But let thy chearfull light appear And secure freedome shall my glories clear Befitting my afflicted state A patient Constancy bestow My strength and hopes are dissipate My self imprison'd by the Foe O be not far least they too mighty grow A scorn and wonder I am made Thou my defence and succour be My Foes asham'd to see thy aid In thy free Spirit settle me To act and suffer what is will'd by Thee My Soul into thy favour bring For She her Hope in Thee hath plac't My shelter is thy shady Wing Till these Calamities be past Rise to deliver us my God make hast Thy mercy though the Life it gives Thou take away shall be my Trust I know that my Redeemer lives Though in Deaths vale resolv'd to Dust Yet shall no taint of fear my bright Faith rust ODE XXIIII Vpon their denying his Majesty the attendanc● of his Chaplains TO Thee my solitary Pray'rs I send The help that others my Distress deny With thy assistant Spirit Lord supply To dulness Life Light to my Darkness lend Thou Sun that beams of Righteousnes dost spread Thou sacred Spring of heavenly Light and heat Both warmth and clearness in my Heart beget Instruct and for thy Servant intercede Fulness sufficience favour thee array Enough Thou Comfort art and Company Thou art my King my Priest and Prophet be Rule teach pray in me for me with me stay Iacob who singly did with Thee contest In sacred Duell Thee his second had He conquer'd and a blessing by thy aid From Thee with welcome Violence did wrest With mercy on thy Servant be intent Who his Devotions once with them did joyne Whose fervour might inflame the cold of mine When to thy House with Joy and Peace we went Of those Occasions our neglect forgive Which we with just Improvement would not scan Now like the desert-hunting Pelican Or Sparrow pearch'd on some house-top I live And scatter'd like a dying Coale from all Those pious glowings that might fire impart Keep and increase on th' Altar of my Heart On Thee in sacrifice of Pray'r to call Yet thou that dost not break the bruised Reed Nor quench the smoaking Flax oh not despise The smother'd Pray'rs that from my lone Soul rise Deny'd the helps which I desire and need The hardness of their Hearts let soften mine Their hate my Love deny all Pray'rs excite Their deafness thy Attention Lord invite Whose ready Eare Heart Hand to help incline Men may debar thy Churches outward right Not inward Grace to humble minds convey'd O make me such and thou wilt Teach Hear Aid A broken contrite Heart thou wilt not slight Thou Temple Altar Sacrifice and Priest At once canst make me who each day alone In Vowes Pray'rs Tears am thy Oblation By whom prepar'd accepted and possest Thou didst the Widow's Meale and Oyle encrease And secretly by strange supply's infuse Into the Vessel and unwasting Cruze Which with the Drought and Dearth did only cease O my forsaken widow'd Soul preserve Let not thy Truth and sweet Effusions fail My memory and heart but so prevail Kept from accustom'd food I may not sterve Yet better sterve than by their Hands to feed Who mix my Bread with Ashes and infect My Wine with Gall who torture not direct Prone to reproches which their Pray'rs exceed To my Destruction they pervert thy Word O be it not eternally to theirs Devouring under colour of long Pray'rs The Houses of their Brethren King and Lord Let not the Balme of these Men break my Head Nor let their Cordials my heart oppress 'Gainst their precisely colour'd wickedness My fervent Pray'rs incessantly shall plead Lord from the Snares their treacherous Lips include Their poy'snous toungs from their words sharp fire Keep me and those who my Souls good desire Relieving with their Pray'rs my solitude ODE XXV Penitentiall Meditations and Vowes in the Kings solitude at Homeby My God my King incline thine Eare My cry to Thee directed hear Incens'd I said we from Thy Care Are cast yet Thou receiv'st my Pray'r Thy Rigor who can satisfie But to thy mercy's sinners fly Lord I acknowledg my offence Dilated in my Eminence The sins I act or do permit By unimproved Pow'r acquit Rebellious I to Thee became Now Prisoner to my Subjects am Yet though restrain'd my Person be By grace enlarge my Heart to Thee Though Davids Piety I want His griefs I have His comforts grant O be my Penitentiall sense Of sins their Pardons evidence ●steem not our Afflictions small Though our loud Crimes for greter call Turn Thee O Lord Thy mercy show For I am desolate and Low The sorrow 's of my Heart increase O give my miseries release Hast Thou forgotten to be kind In wrath thy tender Care confin'd O call to mind thy

Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAIESTY CHARLES THE FIRST IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse by T. S. Esq And set to Musick for three voices an Organ or Theorbo by Iohn Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor in OXFORD LONDON Printed for Iohn Martin Iames Allestry and Thomas Dicas and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Paul's Church-yard 1660 TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE SECOND SIR THe Psalmes of David have been continued in verse through many Languages in these your Majesty's Royal Father a Person of like Dignity Sufferings and Piety breaths forth for so he calls them the comforts of David The Parallel gave occasion to this attempt and that inaccessible perfection of Language in which they were first cloath'd will justifie to the World that there could not be any possible encouragement to this undertaking more than that of a pious Duty to the sacred memory of the Author and a particular Devotion to declare my self SIR Your Majesties most Loyal and Obedient Subject THO. STANLEY Psalterium Carolinum ODE I. Vpon his Majestie's calling the Parliament THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the strokes of thy dire punishment Our hopes ore-laid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our Resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgements on us laid Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how unsafe it is shewn us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away Who early penitence for sin deni'd Now mourn for remedies too late apply'd Yet as my Aims were right I not repent That I this later Councell did convent Th' insuing Miseries have for our sin The sad effects of thy just anger bin And through thy mercy may preparatives Of future blessings be and better lives Stript of all else teach us by them to thrive That as thy Staff thy Rod may comfort give If with afflictions patience thou bestow The stroaks are of a Father not a Foe Nor shall I then the ills this Councell wrought Repent by them to true repentance brought Our sufferings with thy Grace far more we prize Than our own peace with our impieties Sole Good and Wise our hearts as Councells steare That the worst things we from thy justice bear To better by thy mercy us inure Poyson'd with Antidotes with poison cure So we by sins of Peace to War inclin'd Through this sad war thy happy peace may finde Whilst I though troubles here perplex my raign May in my heart and in thy Heav'n attain That Crown of Peace which Christ hath bought thou Wilt on thy servant for his sake bestow ODE II. Vpon the Earl of Strafford's death THou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my compliant sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his Refuge should have bin To her self and thee my Soul Her transgression open laies Cleanse me from a guilt so foul And thy mercies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whitenesse shall outvy Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Into greater now am driven Nor by partiall judgements sway'd Let me with thy will dispence Once too oft I was betray'd Man to appease and thee incense Nor brib'd by Interest let me My misguided heart withdraw From my conscience and from thee Thou my Iudge and that my Law To thy joy my Soul unite And my ready will submit To thy spirits saving light Truth my heart and actions knit Lord to the interceding Voice Of my Saviours blood encline O make me and mine rejoyce And the broken bones rejoyn ODE III. Vpon his Majesties going to the house of Commons LOrd thou in Heav'n and in my heart My witnesse art If to oppresse the Innocent I ever meant Then let the Foe my life confound And tread my Honours to the ground The mists which cozen humane sight Shrink from thy light The Heart and Reins thy searching eies Anatomize Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out Nor guilty in the ills I bear Let me appear Though innocence from their success My foes profess Yet pardon what amiss they do Ev'n in this World unpunish'd too From ills that rage or seem to sleep Thy servant keep As to this crime my hands are white My heart upright Plead thou my cause just Iudge defend me And joy in thy salvation send me ODE IIII. Vpon the insolency of the Tumults TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more enrag'd restrain The floods the floods or'e-swell their bounds Danger my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my Realms iniquity The tumults of our souls 'gainst thee These popular inundations cause That bear down Loyalty and Lawes But thou to Seas didst fix a shore And from the Deluge Earth restore O quell these salvage Beasts and me From their tumultuous Rapines free In all our Councells once again Let peace and equall freedome raign That Reason and Religion may Our Hearts as Men and Christians sway And we thy sacred name shall blesse Who canst what men design represse Instruct their Leaders to repent Be Shame not Death their punishment Errours with Truth Passion with Reason Schisms with Love with Laws bound Treason That like thy City We in one May meet This grant for thy dear Son ODE V. Vpon his Majesties passing the Bill for Trienniall Parliaments TO thee my God I still appeal Whose all discerning eyes reveal The clouds that humane thoughts conceal A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deny'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guid Instruct me wisely to employ The Crosses that my hopes destroy As the fullfillings of my joy I rais'd my own feares theirs t' abate Unsetled mine to fix their State Who recompence my love with hate In this darke Storme my Pilot be Which to make home nor suffers me Nor elsewere with security My life thou safely canst dispose Circled by friends or toss'd by those Who poyson what my love bestowes My bounty they I thine abuse Such Grace such Penitence infuse We may not injure thou accuse May I their errours rightly see By their ingratitude to me Wisely reforming mine to thee That though from temporall blessings thrown By sinns of others for my own Thy mercies may my sufferings crown ODE VI Vpon his Majesties retirement from Westminster OUR native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whil'st mens Decrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgements

and quench their toungs Enflam'd with Ire By that black fire Which unto Hell belongs O let my Deeds their Words refute Nor they enjoy the deadly fruit Which dip'd in gall Their lipps let fall But my indulgent suit My Soul to meek Devotion win That I thy boundlesse mercies in Their malice may With joy survay Thy justice in their sin O let the Curses they have thrown At me invite thy blessings down What some refuse Be pleas'd to chuse For the Head corner stone Look down from thy eternall Tower Redeem from them that would devoure My Soul O hide From mens bold pride From their invective power ODE XVI Vpon the Ordinance against the Common-prayer-book THou still the same for ever blest Whom mercies infinite invest In various constancy exprest Thou hast us with new sense indu'd Of our old wants nor scornst renew'd Desires in unchang'd words pursu'd Still let our fix'd Devotions joyne Our suits to thy firm will encline Our fervent Spirits move by thine For thou in all perfection wise Nor novelty in prayer dost prize Nor pious constancy despise By thy command preferring neither Left in thy Churches pow●r together To use but not disparage either Devotions moderately guide None injur'd none just helps deny'd By others ignorance or pride Since Errours ever are unsure And by pretence of change allure Whilst truth in Union is secure Preserve thy Church that no unfit Orders as various she admit Nor Constancy as formall quit Lord chase Hypocrisie away And then we know we safely may In setled forms or praise or pray Teach us what dwells within to mend And lesse we outwards need attend From bold blind zeal thy Church defend ODE XVII Vpon the differences between the King and the two Houses in point of Church-Government TO thee my uprightness is known Who hast appointed me to own Thy s●cred Faiths defence O let me not of thee forlorn Against my Conscience be ore-born By floods of violence Up Lord in thine own cause arise Least Schism make thy Church its prize And trample on her pow'r From thee continued to our time When Wealth is made her fatall crime Her sin is her fair Dow'r Whom some have plunderd others wound The rest deserted as they found Or in her sufferings joy May I her hurts and wants relieve The power which I from thee receive Teach me for thee t' imploy To her that love be still sustain'd I owe as Christian though restrain'd As King from all my right The bounties on thy Church displaid By providence let none invade With sacrilegious might Forgive their Errour and their Sin Who wrought thy sufferance to let in Flie Foxes and wild Boars To lay that goodly Vineyard wast Which thy right hand in planting grac'd Watred with heavenly showers Oh! never let such Infamy Brand my clear Name as to agree T' oppose the Church and those Whose Errours I should rather hide With silence or with meekness chide Than to comtempt expose The wrongs which with thy Church I bear And for her sake to thee appear Hast Lord to set us free From ravenous men of reason void Who have old Bounds of Peace destroi'd To let in Heresie Thou God of Peace and Order quell The malice of our Foes dispell Their black devices then May we who in thy Church delight The wonders of thy Prayse recite Before the Sons of men ODE XVIII Vpon the Uxbridge Treatie c. OF Peace and Reason Lord Delighting in accord The wicked who from sin With offer'd Grace would win Whose mercy courts to save Though power to kill thou have Our hearts to softness woo'd In our Redeemers blood Perswade us to agree Both with our selves and thee As Men and Christians ought Peace often have I sought But it no sooner name Than war my Foes proclaim Our actions never may Destructive Passions sway Our Judgments clear that we Thy Truth may plainly see Our stubborn Hearts incline In bonds of Peace to joyne Our irreligious hate To thee oh dissipate That to our selves remove With interchanged Love The war our sins have wrought With Peace which Christ hath bought ODE XIX Vpon the various events of War Victories and Defeats With ready joy oh let me Lord agree To be orecome when thou wilt have it so Instruct me in the noblest Victory By patience to subdue my self and foe Conquest like Christs a Christian King best shew Mold us to Piety betwixt thy Hands Prest by thy left supported by thy right Pardon the pride of our succesfull Bands And the repinings of our luckless Fight When trusting in our own deny'd thy might When we are ought or nothing be thou All That thy wide glory 's the whole World may fill Or in our Conquest or inglorious fall Thou know'st with what Regret I suffer ill From those whose Good 's the scope of all my will The Ills they force me to inflict I bear And in their punishments my own embrace Victor or vanquish'd since a double share Of certain suffering doth my Hope displace Grant me a double Portion of thy Grace As most afflicted Lord reform me most To see our Peace and to restore it blest That all subdu'd by reasons power may boast A mutuall Conquest common strife supprest In publick Union our joynt Interest But if as sins of Peace provok'd this War Peace for the sins of War thou shouldst deny Making our miseries more circular Yet let thy servant midst these broyles enjoy That Peace the World nor gives nor can destroy To me impute not Lord the purple Flood Shed with unwilling grief in my defence But wash me in my Saviours precious blood By whom my troubles hope a quick dispence For short are impious joy's and Confidence ODE XX Vpon the Reformation of the Times LOrd thou who Beauty canst return To them that mourn And the disguis'd pretext of Art To Truth convert Oh let us not by shews be guil'd Seem pure without within defil'd Within where most deform'd we are Be our first care Then with clear eyes the Church we may And State survey Our Hearts our Spirits Lord renew That we thy Dictates may pursue Upon our foul disorders bred By them who led With rage to purge us undertook With pity look Quench thou the fire that Factions raise From Reformations specious Blaze As their Division Lord proclaims Their weak bad Aims So let us in those fires refin'd In love be joyn'd From Passions freed blest with increase Of inward Vertue outward Peace ODE XXI Vpon his Majesties Letters taken and divulg'd THou Lord who by thy wise Decree Do'st our Contingency dispose Make me thy constant mercyes see In the advantage of my Foes Thou canst their Councells turn away And their devices ruinate Who all my secrets open lay To work me in my Peoples hate To thy Omniscience I repair Witness with my Integrity How false the wrested Comments are Which they to what I write apply The ill directed by their Aim To me so turn upon their Head