and said Of sacred Sion so That in her is the most Hic There is he borne Is of Sion reported And famous men of yore Many that to the most Holy resorted And he will stablish her store Shew then he shall That the chiefest of all Had his beginning there When he doth his folke descry And all pleasant things My fountaines and springs Quire singers are in thee here O thou Citie of God most hic PSALME 93. THe Lord as King aloft doth reigne all clad and girt with power And maiestie in heaven so hic his seat and sacred bower Whereas no eie the Deitie c're saw save tending on her Those Angels faine and Cherub traineâ— with glory cloth'd and honour The world thou hast so surely plac't unmou'd it doth persever Thy throne much more secur'd of yore the heaven of heavens for ever Before the Chime of ruinous time this world's frame set or wrought on And aye her state beyond all date of time that can be thought on The flouds O Lord the flouds record thy praise and with their voices The flouds do rave lift up their waves and rage with horrid noises Though flouds with noise lift up their waves and seas enraged swelling With waves so hie would kisse the skie yet thou art higher dwelling Most mightie Lord true is thy word thy promise failing never And holinesse thy Saints professe becomes thy house for ever PSALME 97. THe Lord alone aloft doth raigne let peoples maz'd assemble He sits between the Cherubims though th' earth be mov'd and tremble The Lord is great in Sions seat and high above all nations Yea they shall fame thy fearfull Name throughout all generations 'T is holy sure and the Kings power iudgement prepares and loves it That iustice be and equitie in Iacob he approves it Exalt with praise my God alwaies upon the Lords Name calling 'T is holy knowne lo then bow downe before his footstoole falling Moses among the Priestly throng and Aaron who beleeved With Samuel one who call'd upon his Name and were relieved Out of the smoakie pillar spake he unto them while he drave them Like pastured sheep his lawes they keep and statutes that he gave them Heard them thou hast O Lord and wast so favourable to them How didst thou take for their deeds sake the vengeance due unto them Make Gods praise knowne lo falling downe before his holy mountaine For high in blisse and holy he is love grace and mercies fountaine PSALME 99. THe Lord in heaven aloft doth raigne and there triumphant sitting Let the earth reioyce with mirthfull noise and numerous Isles as fitting Blacke pitchy clouds and darknesse shrowds his throne on iudgement founded Fierce fires that trace before his face licke up his foes confounded His lightnings round shone on the ground th' earth saw it and was affrighted Mountaines like waxe did melt like flaxe were at his presence lighted His presence this whole world that is great Lord and mightie owner Heavens shew his glory and iustice story all Nations see his honour Where all that carved Idols served and glory in them confounded This Sion had heard and was glad through Salem mirth resounded So Iuda's voice and daughters noise thy hests and mercies on her O Lord most hie 'bove earth and skie all ye gods give him honour Who love the Lord hate vice abhor'd his Saints soules he preserveth From wicked and ungodly's hand who serve him he conserveth Sprung for th' upright in heart is light and for the godly sowne Are ioy and wealth and saving health and all good blessings knowne Reioyce O then ye righteous men this your memoriall raises To th' holy Lord with one accord sing everlasting praises PSALME 101. MErcy I will and iudgement sing to thee O Lord most holy And unto thee O Lord will bring my song and praier wholly Wisely I shall in perfect way untill thou come in brightnesse Do right and in my house alway walke in my hearts uprightnesse No wicked thing mine eies shall see deeds hate I of back-sliders A froward heart shall part from me and slanderous lewd deriders A priuie whisperer I 'le not brooke 'gainst neighbour to annoy him The proud heart high and haughty looke I cannot but destroy him Vnto the meeke mine eies are bent who in the land are faithfull Shall serve and dwell within my tent who 's profit not deceitfull The lyar shall my eie not pitie I 'le spoile the wicked wholly And cut off sinners from the Citie of God the Lord most holy PSALME 108. O God my heart prepared is so is my tongue and voice I will sing and give praise in this my glorie shall reioice Wake be not mute Harpe Violl Lute and I my selfe right early will awake Thy praise I 'le sing and Name O King 'mong Heathen knowne Nations will I make 'Bove heavens high thy mercie 's great thy truth reach't to the clouds Exalt thy selfe 'bove heavens seat all th' earth thy glorie shrowd That so set free thy beloved be help with thy right hand O God heare my voice In holinesse now hath God we know thus spoken I will triumph and reioyce For trophees Sichem I 'le divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses side unto my share shall fall Strength of my head is Ephraim stead of Law-giver is Iuda a wash-pot to me Is Moab I 'le threw â—'re Edom my â—â—oe o're Palestine â—'lâ— triumph and â—â—â—fall be who 'll leade me to the Citie strong me into Edom bring Wilt not thou who hast left us long againe O God and King Forth with us go our armies so 'gainst troubles t' aid's else help of man 's but vaine Through God shall we do valiantly who shall tread down our enemies cruell traine PSALME 110. THe Lord unto my Lord did say Sit thou at my right hand for ay Till at thy feet so humbly laid Thy foes I have thy footstoole made The Lord then out of Sion bright Shall send the scepter of thy might Thou shalt be ruler with thy rod Yea how commander thou shalt be Amidst thine enemies all shall see And in that day in which thy raigne They shall behold and power plaine The people free-will offerings shall And holy armie offer all Who presents shall to thee O King In beauty of holy worship bring For lo the dew of thy birth shewes Like wombe of youth and mornings dewes Like mornings dew dew of thy birth To far enrich and fresh the earth The Lord hath sworne and never may Repent thou art a Priest for ay After Melchisedechs order blest Of the most high God Saint and Priest The Lord at thy right hand that stownd Stately Kings in his wrath shall wound The heathen brought and Nations all Before his iudgement seat he shall Filling their places with their dead O're mightie Kingdomes smite th' head And drinking of the Brooke in 's way Lift up his royall head that day PSALME 114. WHen that Israel was bent out of
life 's upright and whose waies and workes are iust and streight Whose heart thoughts of truth disclose and whose tongue speakes no deceit Nor wish nor will his neighbour ill in body honour goods or name Nor willing takes false tales or makes reports that might impaire the same That in heart doth not regard malicious wicked men and vile But who love and feare the Lord he maketh much of them the while That keeps his oath his word and troth according to their free intent Nor will forgoe his promise though he finde it to his detriment That indeed hath never lent to the vsurious trade his coine Ne for to hurt the innocent did bribe play false or else purloine Who so doth all these things that shall be pleasing to thy heavenly doome Lord cannot here in this world feare nor perish in the world to come PSALME 16. SAve me and preserve me ever O my God for in thy word I trusted and my soule persever thou hast said unto the Lord Thou art my Lord my King my God my goods are nothing unto thee Those love I well on earth that dwell in vertue that excelling be Sorrowes to them that runne after other gods shall be enlarged Their blood offerings I 'le not offer neither shall my lips be charged Once with their names to shew the same The Lord himselfe disdaineth not My heritage free portion to be my cup and to maintaine my lot Vnto me the line is fallen in a faire and pleasant place A goodly heritage befallen I will praise Iehovah's grace That warning gave my soule to save my reins anights his chastnings bide I set thee and at my right hand Lord stood'st thou that I should not slide Heart was glad my tongue and glory flesh reioyce and rest in hope For thou wilt not leave me sorry nor my soule in grave to droope And since from grave my soule to save thou wilt not let to set me free Shall never sure in pit impure thy holy One corruption see Thou shalt show O Lord most holy unto me the path of life For with thee the fountaine wholly is of health and pleasures rise Before thy face that happie place abounds with ioy such plenteous store Thy presence and at thy right hand full blisse and life for evermore PSALME 19. LOrd the Heavens high and faire starrie Spheares and Orbes there under Gloriously they do declare all thy mightie workes of wonder Day to day do shew the same night to night record thy fame No language tongue or speech in which their voices are not found Thy noble acts with lively sound to th' ends of th' earth to preach There he set a Tabernacle for the Son that Bridegroome wife From his chambers receptacle doth in Eastern regions rise And with valiant champions grace giant-like to run his race Advanceth in the skie from end to end that nothing did Escape or from the heat were hid or beames of daies bright eye Perfect and the soule converting is thy law and iudgments sure Wisdome to the weake in parting thy commandements are pure Giving light unto the eies they reioyce the heart likewise Thy lawes and statutes either cleane thy feare endures alway Truth thy testimonies ay and righteous altogether Precious more than gold admired than much finâ—d gold thy doome Sweeter and to be desired more than hony or hony-combe They forewarne me in my way what 's so deare sweet as they High honour they intend in keeping them 's great recompense Oh who can tell his secret sins how oft he doth offend Cleanse O cleanse my negligence secret faults my soule that staine So freed o're me foule offences nor presumptuous sins shall raigne But from many blots made cleane let my soule her selfe demeane And tongue as may beseeme her that both thought of heart word May acceptable be O Lord my strength and my Redeemer PSALME 33. MY Shepheard is the ever living Lord and so loving I nothing can need In pastures faire by his heavenly word conducting me forth to feed Pleasantly he to the fountaines that be led along by the fruitfull field And my soule he did guide downe to the rivers side that the waters of comfort yeeld Yea though I walke in the vallie of death that I need not to feare none ill For it is thou mak'st me still draw my breath by the power of thy holy will And with thy rod thou wilt save me O God making haste with thy shepheards crooke To relieve me that breath in the shadow of death by thy favour and gracious looke For in the presence of all envious foes my table hast thou richly spread Filling full my cup till it quite overflowes and with balme didst annoint my head So that now finally all my life till I dye to thy mercie my selfe I commend And the Temple of thy grace shall bee my dwelling place where the rest of my daies will I spend PSALME 42. LIke th' Hart that strayes Breathes pants and brayes To the rivers faire to gaine Even so my poore heart right faine My soule I crie Thirsts O when nie To the living God of might Shall I come to appeare in his sight All times my teares Are my repast and food And more my feares When wicked men deride Where now is God thy guide Stood I at the tide In sad and heavie mood My soule ev'n faints Voide of her best delight Since now she wants What freedome once she had When to the Temple glad As her traine she led Musique and songs she might Why art thou so Surcharg'd with woe O my soule and rob'd of rest Hope and help is in God most blest Trust in his Name And praise the same O my God my soule is sad Yet thee I remember glad For Iordans land And little Hermon hill Whiles great deepes and Griefes one another call Ills like to water-falls Stormes whose noise appalls Thy stouds o'rewhelme me still In God by day Mercie and grace I finde By night alway I unto him will sing And as oft praier bring As my heavenly King God of my life I minde To God I say my strength and stay Why hast thou forgotten me Though I mourn and oppressed be Or why else so Do I troubled go As heavie and ill appaid Whiles enemies me upbraid My bones as 't were Smit with a sword asunder Whiles those I feare My foes that me upbraid Where now is God thine aid To me daily said Making at me a wonder Why art thou so Vext O my soule and sore Perplext with woe O trust in God most hie For on his helpe relie Praise him ay will I My God and hope evermore PSALME 43. IVdge my cause O Lord And give sentence for me My iust plea record Against the ungodly throng From deceitfull crue Those that do abhorre me Save me Lord most true And revenge my wrong O God of my strength Why hast thou at length Put me far away from thee And O Lord why so Heavily doe
I goe Whiles my foe oppresseth me O send out in brightnesse For my soules uprightnesse And to guide me in the way Thy lights beames reflecting And thy truth directing That my steps go not astray To thy holy hill And supernall palace Lord conduct me still By thy truth and grace To thy Temple so God of ioy and solace Thy Courts will I go Even thy holy place On the harpe with glee I 'le give thankes to thee Thou O God my God most deere Why art thou so vext O my soule perplext In so sad and heavie cheere O in God most holy Put thy trust then wholly Vnto him will I give praise That in favour ever Doth to me persever God my hope and helpe alwaies PSALME 47. ALl people clap your hands Sing laud unto the Lord Advance your notes with merry noise And telling tune with ioyfull voice His wonders all abroad For why above all lands The Lord is high and great A terrible and mighty King Angell quires his praises sing In heaven his glorious seat The people under us be subdu'd Vnder our feet the nations rude So the Heathen all He did make and shall Vnder our feet to fall For his owne sake alone And he himselfe an heritage The flowring worship of that age For us now to whose Race his lore he showes And Iacobs glory chose His welbeloved one God he is out of the earth Ascended up on hie Gone in triumphs merry noise And with trumpets royall voice Vp to the starrie skie Sing to our God with mirth Sing praises to our King For God is King of all the earth Sing to him with greatest mirth With understanding sing God doth o're the Heathen raigne God that will his cause maintaine God that sits alone On his holy Throne And is other none Doth heaven and earth behold And how the princes all abroad Are to the people of Abrahams God Ioyn'd who they intend As with a shield defends All th' earth and to that end High only to be extol'd PSALME 63. GReat is the Lord on hie And great his praises still To be advanc't and spread abroad Within the City of our God Vpon his holy hill Mount Sion North doth lie And is a pleasant place Whence ioy of all the lands doth spring The City of the mighty King Doth so this mountaine grace In whose pallaces is showne God for a refuge surely knowne For lo the King each one Gathered and to get her gone Were astonied as thereon They gaze with wondring muse Suddenly driven backe they were Feare came upon them and sorrow there As on a woman in Travell and destroyed they bin Like the ships of Tharsis when With East windes thou wilt them bruise As we have heard it said So have we seen of old Within the City of the Lord Of hosts the City of our God That ever he will uphold O Lord we wait for aid Amid'st thy holy place According to thy Name thy praise Vnto the worlds end do raise Thy loving kindnesse and grace Thy right hand thy Saints confesse Lord is full of righteousnesse Hence Mount Sions voice And the daughters noise Of Iuda glad reioyce Cause of thy iudgements pure Compasse Sion compasse her walls Tell well her towers and bulwarkes all Marke well her towers that ye May tell posterity God 's our God and e're will be Our guide till death most sure PSALME 52. WHy dost thou boast thy selfe abroad thou tyrant that thou canst do ill The loving kindnesse of our God seene daily it continueth still Deceit and fraud do in thy bosome lurke and as thy lewd heart doth devise Thy tongue is making of despitefull worke like rasor sharpe it cuts with lies Thou euill more than good approu'st more than truth to speake lies and guile All words that may destroy thou lov'st O thou deceitfull tongue and vile Therefore shall God destroy thee plucke and take and root thee quite out of thy tent From the land of the living thee to make go in t ' eternall banishment The righteous shall see this and feare and laugh at him and say behold What is become of this man here that on his riches was so bold Lo he that tooke not God his fortitude but in his malice put his strength And in his riches and their multitude he fell and perisht thus at length But as for me I shall be seene in Gods house alwaies to persever Like to an Olive tree so greene my trust was in his mercies ever So I will alwaies praise thy holy Name for that O Lord thou hast done this I will hope in thy Name because the same before thy Saints so ioyfull is PSALME 57. HAve mercie O my God have mercie strait My soule doth trust in thee and on thee wait In shadow of thy wings my hope is plac't Vntill this tyrannie be over-past I 'le call unto the most high God even he God that performes his promise towards me For he will send from his high heaven save me From their reproofe would swallow deprave me God will send out his mercy and his truth My soule 'mong lions is I lie in ruth 'Mong mens sons that are set on fire their words Their teeth are speares shafts their tongues sharp swords Exalt thy self above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye on all the earth abroad Nets laid they in my way my soule t' oppresse Pits too but fell in their owne wickednesse My heart O God prepared is alwaies My heart 's prepar'd I will sing and give praise Awake my glory Lute and Harpe I 'le take And I my selfe right early will awake I will praise thee O Lord among the nations I 'le sing to thee among all generations Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach Thy truth exceeds and to the clouds doth streach Exalt thy selfe above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye o're all the earth abroad Awake my Violl Lute and Harpe awake To praise the Lord sweet musicke let us make PSALME 60. O God thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cast us out of yore And scattred 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 angry with us fore O turne againe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou hast made The land to tremble and with feare to fade O heale he breache for it fore doth shake The breache thereof that thy hands did make Thou shewest the people heavie things in fine Thou mad'st us drinke a draught of deadly wine But now thou hast advanc't an ensigne knowne A token given to them that are thine owne To them that feare thee and In cause of truth by them to be displaied That thy beloved may be fully freed Helpe with thy right hand heare me at my need God in his holinesse spake reioyce I shall Sechem divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses mine shal be Strength of my head is Ephraim Iuda he My Law-giver Moab my wash-pot nam'd I will cast out my shooc o're Edom fam'd So will I triumph and in this designe Shew thy selfe ioyfull for me Palestine Who will leade
me into the City great Who will bring me unto strong Edoms seat Wilt thou not God that helpedst us of yore Goe with our armies forth as heretofore 'Gainst troubles O God give us aide againe For else we know the helpe of man is vaine Through God we shall do valiant acts well knowne For he shall tread our cruell enemies downe PSALME 61. REgard O Lord for I complaine And make my moane to thee Let not my words returne in vaine But lend an eare to me For from the end and utmost part Of th' earth in anguish of my heart I cry I cry O heare my woes And on the rocke of thy great power My hope my helpe my fort my tower O God my woefull minde repose Within thy tent O King of kings I long and hope to dwell Vnder the covering of thy wings I trust and knew right well I shal be safe for thou wast neere O God and didst my prayer heare And wilt and wilt fulfill the same Thou Lord do'st my desire regard And wilt with gracious gifts reward All those all those that seeke thy Name A long life thou wilt give the King For many an age to raigne His yeares shall fresh for ever spring Before God to remaine Where he shall have a dwelling place And for thy mercy truth and grace Shall praise shall praise thy holy Name So will I sing thy praise still Performe my duties vowes fulfill And daily daily pay the same PSALME 63. THou O God art my God whom I early enquire My soule thirsteth for thee my flesh doth desire And long after thee the true fountaine of blisse In a harren and dry land where no water is O let me behold thee in thy Sanctuary And see thy great maiesty power and glory For thy loving kindnesse is better than life And my lips will be telling thy praises most rise So Lord will I magnifie thee all my daies And lift up my hands in thy Name to thy praise My soule shall be filled with marrow and fatnesse Mouth and heart praising thee with lip-offrings of gladnesse Oft thou on my bed art remembred by me And in the night season I thinke upon thee Because thou hast been my defence from annoyes Vnder the shadow of thy wings will I therefore reioyce My soule cleaveth unto thee for thy right hand Vpholdeth me and therefore Lord shall I stand And who seeke for my soule to destroy it into The nethermost parts of the earth they shall go And with th' edge of the sword they shal be cast downe Made a portion for foxes whiles ioy the King crowneâ— And who sweare by him by Gods truth underpropt But the mouth of all those that speake lies shal be stopt PSALME 65. O God all praise on thee doth wait In Sion thine owne hill The vow shal be performed strait According to thy will Because the praier of all and some Thou hear'st to thee shall all flesh come O Lord O Lord of hosts most hye My wicked deeds prevailed have But thou O Lord in mercie save My soule my soule or else I dye The man is blest whom thou dost chuse And mak'st to come to thee That doth thy house and Temple use Where choisest pleasures be Whom in thy Courts thou mak'st to dwell Where all good things and ioyes excell The soules the soules sweet satisfaction But thou in iustice threaâ—â—â—â—◠〈◊〉 And answerest us with fearfull signes O God O God of our salvation O thou the hope of all and stay Of th' ends of th' earth O God And of them that far off do stray In the wilde seas abroad That stablishâ—st the mountaines strong And girt with power that doth belong To thee to thee the God of might The peoples tumults canst appease And still the noise of raging seas The noise of waves that would affright Lord they in th' utmost parts of th' earth That dwell as 't were dismaied Though East and West reioyce with mirth Are at thy signes affraid Thou mak'st th' out-goings with thy voice Of Morne and Evening to reioyce And so thou visitest th' earth with raine Thou moistned'st it and mak'st it rich The river of God is plenteous which In store prepares them corne and graine As thou appointest it to be The fields with fruit doe fill Thou waterest so abundantly Her surrowes from the hill From whence thou mak'st the raine descend Into the vallies to that end With showres made soft and to abound Whose bud thou blessest every where And with thy goodnesse crown'st the yeere Thy clouds drop fatnesse on the ground O're all the deserts they shall drop Such plenty on the earth The fields and plaines shall yeeld their crop The hils reioyce with mirth The little hils shall compast be With gladnesse and with merry glee That they with ecchoing noise shall ring With sheep the plaines and pastures greene With corne the vallies covered beene Yeomen do shout for ioy and sing PSALME 84. O Lord how amiable Thy Tabernacles be The dwelling place and Temple of thy grace How pleasant Lord to me My soule Lord God of Sabboth Longs to thy 〈◊〉 My heart doth pant My flesh reioyce and faint The living God to know The Sparrow hath found her a house And the Swallow A nest for to lay her yong Even thy Altars among O Lord of hosts most holy My God and King and solely Great glorious wholly and most strong O blessed they that dwelling In thy house sing thy praise And blessed he Whose strength it is in thee And in whose heart thy waies Who going through the vallie Of teares digge fountaines still Till with those teares As springs it all appeares Thy raine their pooles doth fill And so from strength to strength do they go In the beauâ—â— of holinesse cleere Till at last everie one do appeare Before the Lord in Sion Whose mercy they relie on And God of gods set eye-on there Lord God of hosts my praier Thou God of Iacob heare Shield us in grace and looke upon the face Of thine Annointed deere O a day in thy Court 's better Than a thousand other where And better dwell Doore-keeper in 〈…〉 〈…〉 â—â—tents that do want thy feare For the Lord God is our son and our shield Who will give glorie and grace To them that seeke his face And no good thing detained O blessed the unstained That faith in thee unfained place PSALME 87. FIrmely for ever are her foundations On the holy mountaines laid Whence that appeares that above the habitation Of Iacob as it is said The gates were blest Of Sion best The Lord himselfe we know He loveth to dwell thereby And glorious be the things of thee Were spoken long ago O thou City of God most high Mention making of Rahab an eie on Babylon will I throw As among them that my promise relie on And seeke my Name to know Lo Palestine and Tyre is mine With Aethiope long ago Great peoples bordering by Of them is made Great bruite