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
fluent Oile Yet bent to Spoyle But thou my Soule thy cares impose On God who will redresse thy woes The Just he shall confirme with Joy Th'Unjust destroy Those who in bloud and fraud delight Shall set in Night Before their Noone of Life be past But I on God my hopes have plac'd PSALME LVI As the 4. O Lord protect me by thy Power From such as would my Life devoure VVho mercilesse Strive to oppresse Nor grant me Truce one houre That would devoure me every Day And make my chased Life their prey Yet Lord will I On thee relie VVhen Dangers most dismay Thy Promise I will celebrate In constant hope thy Pleasure wait With patience beare Thy Stay nor feare Fraile man or his vaine hate My words and deeds they daily wrest And in their thoughts my fall digest Vnite in ill And lurke to kill My Feet can finde no rest O shall they with impunity Escape and thus their sins enjoy Let Death thy rage Alone asswage Them in their guilt destroy My Wanderings thou hast numbered Even every Teare mine Eyes have shed Thy Viall holds All in the Folds Of thy large Volume read Assur'd that when on God I call My Foes shall by his Fury fall His Promise I Will magnifie His Truth divulge to All. To him my ready Vowes will pay My Vowes of Thanks both night and day In whom I trust Nor shall th'Unjust My stedfast Hopes dismay For he hath snatcht me from the Night Of Death and kept my foot upright That I may still Observe his Will And see the cheerfull Light PSALME LI. As the 10. O Thou From whom all Mercy springs Compassionate my Sufferings And pity me That trust in Thee O shelter with thy shady Wings Vntill these stormes of Woe Cleare-up or over-blow Thee I invoke O thou Most High Thou All-performer from the Skie Thy Angels send Let them defend My Soule from him that would destroy O send thy Mercy downe VVith Truth thy Promise crowne For Salvage Lions girt me round And they whose Malice knowes no bound Their cruell Words More sharp then Swords Their Teeth like Speares and Arrowes wound To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise They subtill snares prepared have And bow'd my Soule even to the Grave With wicked wit Have digg'd a pit From which themselves they could not save But justly fell therein Intrapt by their owne Sin My ravisht Heart flames with desire I to the Musicke of my Lyre Eternall King Thy Praise will sing Awake my Glory Zeale inspire Awake my Harp and Lute Nor in his Praise be mute To thee before the Morning rise My Lips their Calves shall sacrifice Thy Mercy farre The highest Starre Thy Truth transcends the loftie Skies To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise PSALME LVIII As the 46. PErnicious Counsellors Give you Sincere advice to Justice true Or Vertue but in show pursue Your Hearts are still on Mischiefe bent Your Hands impure and violent Nor favour Truth nor Wrong prevent Even from the womb they blindly stray Borne and perverted in one day Lie slander flatter and betray Like Serpents with black poyson swell And charme th'Inchanter ne're so well More deafe then Asps his Charms repell Lord slit their Tongues before they speak Strike out their Teeth which teare the Weak And the young Lions grinders break As Sun-beat Snow so let them thaw And when their weakned Bowes they draw Let their crackt Arrowes flie like straw Let them like Snailes consume away And as untimely Births decay VVhich never saw the cheerful Day Before their pots can feele the brier God in the Whirl-wind of his Ire Shall blast alive and burne with fire Sinne with Revenge at length shall meet The Godly shall rejoyce to see 't And in their blood shall wash their feet Then erring Mortals shall confesse There are Rewards for Righteousnesse And Plagues for such as doe transgresse PSALME LIX As the 34. LORD save me from mine Enemies From those who thus against me rise Like an incensed Floud From those who in Impietie Place their delight and long to die Their hands in guiltlesse bloud Lo for my Soule they lie in wait The Mightie joyne their power and hate VVithout my blame or crime VVithout my crime they weapons take And persecute my Soule Awake My God! assist in time Great God of Hosts of Israel These all-oppressing Tyrants quest Nor be to Mercy won At night their mischiefe they begin Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin And through the Citie run Behold they vomit bitter words Betweene their lips they brandish swords Yet say Can these be knowne But Lord thou shalt their threats deride The empty terrour of their pride And Malice vainly showne Part. 2 I and my strength are in thy Power In Thee I trust my Shield my Tower Thy Mercie Lord how great My Foes subjectest to my will Subdue and scatter but not kill Lest we thy Truth forget O be they in their Pride surpris'd Even for the Lies they have devis'd Their curses and close Arts. Consume them from the Land expell To shew God reignes in Israel To Earths remotest parts Hopelesse let them returne with Night Like grinning Dogs bark but not bite About the City rome Pale meager and halfe famished Like vagabonds howle they for bread VVithout or food or home But I before the Day-star spring Will of thy Power and Mercy sing My Safety in distresse Thou art my Rock my strong Defence My living Verse thy Excellence And Bounty shall expresse PSALME LX. As the 2. CAST off and scattered in thine Ire Lord on our woes with pity look The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook VVhose yawning ruptures Sighs expire O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent And make Her firmely permanent Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed And mad'st us drinke of deadly Wine Yet now thy Ensignes giv'st to Thine Even when beset with trembling dread That we thy Banner may display Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way O heare us who thy Aide implore Lord with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Shechems Spoiles be magnifi'd Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine Ephraim my strength in battell bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph on Palestine 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 leade our Host against the Foe O then when Dangers most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For loe the helpe of Man is vaine Through Thee we valiantly shall fight Our flying Foes thou shalt tread downe And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crowne PSALME LXI As the 13. MY God thy Servant heare O lend a willing eare In exile my sad heart From Earths remotest part O'rewhelm'd with Miseries To Thee for succour
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
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
Jerusalem hath fixt his Seat PSALME CXXXVI CANT BASS THe Bountie of Jehovah praise This God of gods all Scepters swaies Thankes to the Lord of lords afford And his amazing Wonders blaze For from the King of kings Eternall Mercie springs Him praise who fram'd the arched Skie Those Orbs that move so orderly Firme Earth above The Flouds that move Display'd and rais'd the Hils on high For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs Who Sun and Moone inform'd with Light To guide the Day and rule the Night The fixed Starres And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs The first-borne of Aegyptians slew VVhose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew And from that Land With powerfull hand Th' oppressed sonnes of Jacob drew For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs The parted Seas before them fled VVho in their empty chanels tread The joyning waves Aegyptian graves And his through food-lesse Deserts led For from the King of Kings Eternall mercy springs VVho numerous Armies put to flight And mighty Princes slew in fight Og prostrate laid VVho Bashan swai'd And Sihon the crown'd Amorite For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs By his strong hand those Giants fell And gave their Lands to Israel Confirm'd by deed Vnto their Seed VVho in their conquer'd Cities dwell For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs Remembred us in our distresse And freed from those who did oppresse He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel blesse For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXXXVII As the 1. AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funerall teares our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willowes hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Judah unto Babel brought Deride the teares which from our Sorrowes spring And say in scorne A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymnes sing in a forraigne Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heape of stones and to thy selfe a Tomb When I forget thee my deare Mother let My fingers their melodious skill forget When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine receive Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave Remember Edom Lord their cruell pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Downe with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skie That shortly shalt as low in ruines lie O happy O thrice happy they who shall VVith equall cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens braines against the stones And without pity heare their dying grones PSALME CXXXVIII As the 46. MY Soule applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternall Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy VVord above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cri'd VVhen Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awfull Scepters beare VVhen they of thy Performance heare Shall worship thee with reverent feare They shall his Truth and Mercy praise VVho all the World with Justice swaies VVhose VVonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though stormes of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrowes For God his Promise will effect The Faithfull faithfully protect Nor ever his owne Choice reject PSALME CXXXIX As the cxi THou know'st me O thou onely Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Canst my concealed thoughts disclose Observ'st my Labours and Repose Know'st all my Counsels all my Deeds Each word which from my Tongue proceeds Behind before by thee inclos'd Thy Hand on every part impos'd Such knowledge my capacitie Transcends so wonderfull so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceale me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou knowne Should I the Mornings wings obtaine And flie beyond th' Hesperian Maine Thy powerfull Arme would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy feare Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darknesse would convert to Light VVhat Clouds can from discovery free VVhat Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine like Daies cleare flame Darknesse and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reines even thoughts to come Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb Great God that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick be thou ever prais'd O full of Admiration Part. 2 Are these thy VVorks to me well-knowne My bones were to thy view displaid VVhen I in secret shades was made VVhen wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou looke My members written in thy Booke Before they were which perfect grew In time and open to the view Thy Counsels admirable are And yet as infinite as rare O could I number them farre more Then Sands upon the murmuring shore VVhen I awake thy VVorks againe My thoughts with wonder entertaine The VVicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who bloud with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majestie profane They take thy sacred Name in vaine Lord hate not I thy Enemies And grieve when they against thee rise I hate them with a perfect hate And as my Foes would ruinate Search and explore my heart O try My thoughts and their Integritie Behold if I from Vertue stray And lead in thy eternall Way PSALME CXL As the 14. LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischiefe fill On bloudy Warre and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poison of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toiles to overthrow me set The Proud have hid their cords and snares Spread all their Nets their Gins have laid To God Thou art my God I said O gently heare thy Suppliant's pray'rs My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helme my head defends Let not the Wicked gaine their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their owne Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coles fall on their heads And quenchlesse flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischiefe salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poore defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALME CXLI As the 22. TO Thee I cry Lord heare my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayres before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a
an Orphan you your forces bend And banquet with the afflictions of a friend Accuse not now but judge you from my youth Have knowne and try'de me speake I more then truth Vnveile your Eyes and then I shall appeare The same I am from all aspersions cleare Have I my heart disguised with my tongue Could not my tast distinguish right from wrong The life of Man is a perpetuall warre Chap. 7 In Miserie and Sorrow Circular He a poore mercenary serves for bread For all his travell only cloth'd and fed The Hireling longs to see the Shades ascend That with the tedious Day his toyle might end And he his pay receive but ah in vaine I Monthes consume yet never rest obtaine The Night charmes not my Cares with sleeplesse eyes My Tornients cry When will the Morning rise Why runs the Charriot of the Night so slow The Day-Star finds me tossing to and fro VVormes gnaw my flesh with filth my ulcers run My skin like clods of Earth chapt with the Sunne Like shuttles through the loome so swiftly glide My feathered Howers and all my hopes deride Remember Lord my life is but a wind VVhich passeth by and leaves no print behind Then never shall my Eyes their lids unfold Nor mortall sight my vanisht face behold Not thou to whom our thoughts apparant bee Should'st thou desire could'st him that is not see As clouds resolve to aire so never more Shall gloomy Graves their Dead to Light restore Nor shall they to their sumptuous Roofes returne But lye forgotten as if never borne Then O my Soule while thou hast freedome breake Into Complaints give Sorrow leave to speake Am I a raging Sea or furious VVhale That thou should'st thus confine me with a wall How often when the rising Stars had spread Their golden Flames said I now shall my Bed Refresh my weary limbs and peacefull Sleepe My care and anguish in his Lethe steepe But lo sad Dreames my troubled Braines surprise And gastly Visions wound my staring Eyes So that my yeilding Soule subdude with greife And tortur'd Body to their last reliefe VVould gladly flye and by a violence Lesse painefull take from greater paine the Sense For life is but my curse resume the breath I must restore and fold me up in Death O what is man to whom thou should'st impart So great an Honour as to search his Hart To watch his Steps observe him with thine eye And daily with renew'd afflictions try Still must I suffer wilt thou never leave Nor give a little time for griefe to breath My Soule hath sinn'd how can I expiate Her guilt great Guardian or prevent thy hate VVhy aim'st thou all thy darts at me alone VVho to my selfe am know a Burthen growne VVilt thou not to a broken Heart dispense Thy Balme of mercy and expunge th' offence E're dust returne to dust Then thou no more Shalt see my Face nor I thy Name adore Chap. 8 Thus Iob. Then Bildad of Suita said Vaine Man how long wilt thou thy God up-braid And like the roaring of a furious wind Thus vent the wild distemper of thy mind Can he pervert his Iudgements shall he swerve From his owne Justice and thy Passions serve If he thy Sonnes for their rebellion slew Death was the wages to their merit dew Oh would'st thou seeke unto the Lord betimes With fervent prayer and abstinence from crimes Nor with new follies spot thy Innocence Then would he alwayes watch in thy defence The House that harbor'd so much vertue blesse With fruitfull Peace and crowne thee with successe Then would he centuple thy former store And make thee farre more happy then before Search thou the Records of Antiquitie And on our Ancestors reflect thine Eye For we alas are but of Yesterday Know nothing and like shadowes fleet away Thou in those Mirrors shalt the truth behold VVhose tongues un-erring Oracles unfold Can Bulrushes but by the River grow Can Flags there flourish where no waters flow Yet they when greene when yet untoucht of all That cloth the Spring first hang their heads and fall So double-hearted Hypocrites so they VVho God forget shall in their prime decay Their ayery hopes as brittle as the thin And subtill webs which toyling Spiders spin Their Houses full of wealth and Ryot shall Deceive their trust and crush them in their fall Though like a Cedar by the River fed He to the Sunne his ample Branches spread His Top surrounds with Clouds deepe in the flood Bathes his firme Rootes even of himselfe a VVood And from his heigth a night-like shaddow throw Vpon the Marble Palaces below Yet shall the Axe of Justice hew him downe And levell with the Roote his lofty Crowne No Eye shall his out-raz'd impression view Nor mortall know where such a Glory grew Those seeming goods whereof the wicked vaunt Thus fade while others on their ruines plant God never will the Innocent forsake Nor sinfull Soules to his protection take Cleanse thou thy Heart then in thy ample breast Joy shall triumph and smiles thy cheekes invest He will thy Foes with silent shame confound And their proud structures levell with the ground Chap. 9 This is a truth acknowledg'd Iob replies But Oh what Man is righteous in his Eyes VVho can not-guilty plead before his Throne Or of a thousand Actions answer one God is in wisedome as in power immense VVho ever could contend without offence Offend unpunish't you who Glory most In your owne Strength can you of conquest boast Cloud-touching Mountaines to new seates are borne From their Foundations by his fury torne Th' affrighted Earth in her distemper quakes VVhen his Almighty Hand her Pillars shakes At whose command the Suns swift Horses stay VVhile Mortalls wonder at so long a Day The Moone into her darkned Orbe retires Nor seal'd up Starres extend their golden fires He only He Heavens blew Pavillion spreads And on the Oceans dancing Billowes treads Immane Arcturus weeping Pleiades Orion who with Stormes plowes up the Seas For severall Seasons fram'd and all that rowle Their radiant Flame about the Antartick Pole VVhat wonders are effected by his might Oh how inscrutable how Infinite Though he observe me and be ever by Yet ah Invisible to mortall Eye Can hands of Flesh compell him to restore VVhat he shall take or who dare aske wherefore The great in Pride and Power like Meteors shall If he relent not by his Vengeance fall And Oh shall I a worme my cause defend Or in vaine Argument with God contend I would not were I innocent dispute But humbly to my Judge present my Suite Yet never could my hopes be confident Though God himselfe should to my wish consent VVho with incessant stormes my peace confounds And multiplies my undeserved wounds Nor gives me time to breathe my Stomack fills With food of bitter tast and Lothsome pills Speake I of strength his strength the strong obay If I of Judgement speake who shall a Day Appoint for tryall should I Justifie
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
place your hopes on high But earthly Mindes false wealth admire And toyle with uncontrol'd desire With cleare aspect Thy beames reflect And heavenly thoughts inspire O let my joy exempt from feares Their joyes transcend when Autumne beares His pleasant wines On clustred vines And graine-replenisht eares Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep In heavenly Deaw my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of safety keep PSALME V. CANT BASS TO heare me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy minde And let my cryes acceptance finde Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-star rise My prayers ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see All sinne-defil'd detested bee Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate Who thirst for blood and weave deceit Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repayre Since infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Feare and Praier My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soule in chase Set thy strait Paths before my face False are their tongues their hearts are hollow Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow Fawne and betray even those they follow With vengeance girt these Rebels round In their owne counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy blessings shall in showers descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who Righteousnesse intend PSALME VI. As the 3. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burniug Ire Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting life expire O heale my bones with anguish ake My pensive heart with sorrow worne How long wilt thou my soule forsake O pitie and at length returne O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My groanes disturbe the peacefull Night My bed washt with my streaming eyes Through griefe growne old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded heart And turne my teares to tides of joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let feare their guiltie soules affright With shame their haughtie lookes confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALME VII CANT BASS O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion-like if none controule They teare my persecuted Soule If I am guiltie if there be Deceit in me If ill I ever to my friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soule pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadfull Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Part. 2 Judge thou my foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integritie For thou do'st trie The heart and reines the Just defend The malice of the Wicked end God is my shield he helpe imparts To sincere hearts The good protects but menaceth The bad with death Nor will unlesse they change relent He whets his sword his bow is bent Dire instruments prepared hath Of deadly wrath And will at those who persecute swift arrowes shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischiefe travell hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his sinne On his owne head his outrage shall Like ruines fall But I O thou eternall King VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALME VIII CANT BASS LOrd how illustrious is thy Name VVhose Power both Heav'n Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Skie The wonders of thy Power thou hast In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't That so thou might'st thy foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heaven thy fabricke see The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his fraile Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majestie and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hast laid All that on Dales or Mountaines feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the aierie Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame PSALME IX CANT BASS THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerfull Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The proud are falne the Heathen flie Oblivion shall their names intombe Destruction O thou Enemie Hath now receiv'd a finall doome Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd Their memorie with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Soules defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Part. 2 Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions knowne Bloud scapes not his revenging hand He vindicates the Poore mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes That I may in the Royall Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoyce They falne into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath displayd The Wicked in their workes insnar'd The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke And all that doe the Lord disdaine But God will on the Needy thinke Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine Lord let not Man prevaile arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Feare their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALME X. CANT BASS VVIthdraw not O my God my guid In time of trouble dost thou hide Thy cheerfull face Who want thy Grace The poore pursue with cruell pride O be they by their owne Inventions overthrowne The wicked boast of their successe The covetous profanely blesse By thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy power confesse Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements farre above their sight Their enemies Scoffe and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatnesse ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischiefe ever prone to ill In secret they Lurke to betray The Innocent in
blest VVhile Day and Night the World invest Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME XLII As the 34. LORD as the Hart imbost with heat Braies after the coole Rivulet So sighs my Soule for thee My Soule thirsts for the living God VVhen shall I enter his Abode And there his Beautie see Teares are my Food both night and day While Where 's thy God they daily say My Soule in plaints I shed When I remember how in throngs We fill'd thy House with Praise and Songs How I their Dances led My Soule why art thou so deprest VVhy O thus troubled in my brest With Griefe so overthrowne VVith constant Hope on God await I yet his Name shall celebrate For Mercy timely showne My fainting Heart within me pants My God consider my Complaints My Songs shall praise thee still Even from the Vale where Jordan flowes VVhere Hermon his high Fore-head showes From Mitsars humble Hill Part. 2 Deepes unto Deeps inraged call VVhen thy darke Spouts of waters fall And dreadfull Tempest raves For all thy Flouds upon me burst And billowes after billowes thrust To swallow in their Graves But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soule surpris'd with cares He gives my Songs their Argument God of my life I will present By night to thee my prayers And say My God my Rocke O why Am I forgot and mourning die By Foes reduc'd to Dust Their words like weapons pierce my bones While still they Echo to my Grones Where is the Lord thy Trust My Soule why art thou so deprest O why so troubled in my brest Sunke underneath thy Load With constant Hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALME XLIII As the 34. MY God thy Servant vindicate O plead my Cause against their hate Who seeke my utter spoile Deliver from the Mercilesse Who with bold Injuries oppresse And prosper in their guile For of my Strength thou art the Lord. Why like to one by thee abhorr'd Dost thou my Soule expose Why wander I in blacke araid My body worne my mind dismaid Pursu'd by cruell Foes Thy Favour and thy Truth extend Let them into my Soule descend Conducted by their light Conducted to thy holy Hill And House blest with thy Presence still There to injoy thy sight Then will I to thy Altar bring An acceptable Offering That dost such Joyes afford There on a tunefull Instrument With Songs that joyne in sweet consent Thy sacred praise record My Soule why art thou so deprest VVhy O thus troubled in my brest Sunke underneath thy load With constant hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALME XLIV As the 3. LORD we have heard our Fathers tell The Wonders wrought by thee of old To them by their great Grandsires told How by thy Hand the Heathen fell Of fruitfull Canaan dispossest And Israel planted in their roome They perisht by a fearefull Doome While ours in growth and strength increast Not their owne Swords that pleasant Land Did conquer and their Foes eject Nor did their armes their lives protect It was thy Arme and powerfull Hand It was the Spendor of thy Face And by thy Favour they o'rcame My King my God O still the same Salvation send to Jacobs Race For by thy Aide our Enemies Lay bleeding on the stained ground And in thy Name we did confound VVho ever durst against us rise Our Sword 's unable to defend We will not trust in our weake Bowes Thou Lord hast sav'd us from our Foes And brought them to ashamefull end Part. 2 For this with praises we adore And ever celebrate thy Name But now Thou casts us off to shame Nor lead'st our Armies as before Our faces from our Foes reverst A Spoile to such as hunt for blood Thou giv'st us up as Sheep for food Among th'uncircumcis'd disperst For nought thou dost thy People sell Nor art inriched by their price Our Neighbours in our fall rejoyce A Scorne to all that neare us dwell A By-word to the Heathen growne Who shake their heads in our disgrace My shame is still before my face My eyes to Earth with blushes throwne Sprung from the bold blasphemers taunts And proud Avengers threatning looke Yet Lord we have not thee forsooke Nor falsify'd thy Covenants Part. 3 Our hearts have not their Faith dissolv'd Our Steps the Path prescribed keep Though Thou hast crusht us in the Deep And with the shades of Death involv'd For should we from the Lord depart Or to strange Gods our hearts upreare O would not this to him appeare Who knowes the Secrets of our Heart Yet for thy sake are daily slaine For slaughter mark'd like butcher'd Sheepe Awake O Lord why dost thou sleepe Rise nor for ever Vs disdaine O to thy Owne at length returne Why dost Thou hide thy chearfull face With-drawing thy accustom'd Grace From such as in Affliction mourne For lo our Soules are wrapt in dust Our bellies to the Centre cleave O for thy Mercies sake receive And succour those who in Thee trust PSALME XLV As the 8. VVITH heat divine inspir'd I sing A Panegyrick to the King High Raptures in a numerous stile I with a ready Pen compile Much fairer then our Humane Race Whose lips like Fountaines flow with Grace For this the Lord thy Soule shall blesse With everlasting Happinesse Gird O most Mightie on thy Thigh Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie In triumph arm'd with Truth ride on By Clemencie and Justice drawne No mortall vigour shall withstand The fury of thy dreadfull Hand Thy piercing Arrowes in the Kings Opposers hearts shall dye their wings Thy Throne no waste of Time decayes Thy Scepter sacred Justice swayes Thou Vertue lov'st but hast abhorr'd Deformed Vice for this the Lord Hath thee alone preferr'd and shed The Oyle of Joy upon thy head Thy Garments which in Grace excell Of Aloës Myrrhe and Cassia smell Brought from the Ivory Palaces Which more then other Odors please Kings Daughters to augment thy State Among thy noble Damsels wait The Queene inthron'd on thy Right hand Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand. Part. 2 Harke Daughter and by me be taught Thy Countrey banish from thy thought Thy House and Family forget His Joy upon thy Beauty set He is thy Lord O bow before And him eternally adore The Daughters of Sea-circled Tyre Shall bring their Purple and desire Even they whom Wealth and Honour grace To see the sweetnesse of thy Face Her Mind all Beauties doth infold Her faire limbs clad in purfled Gold She shall unto the King be brought In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought VVhile Virgins on her Traine attend VVhose Faith and Friendship know no end VVhom they with joy shall lead along Eterniz'd in a Nuptiall Song And with renew'd Applauses bring Vnto the Palace of the King Thou in thy Royall Fathers place Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race VVho over
made And guide it with a reine Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred browes infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet cals Throng to thy celebrated Festivals They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouthes be found And in thy Justice shall their Joyes abound Part. 3 Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King Thou our defence secure beneath thy VVing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroë powr'd my Sacred Oyle To guide my People and preserve from spoile I will support him with my powerfull Arme No Foe shall Tribute force nor Treason harme His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soule by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemencie shall crowne his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He from the Billows of the Tyrian Maine To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reigne Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall Me Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reigne his Throne shall last While Daies have light and Nights their shadows cast Part. 4 If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heire To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usuall Race should through the Zodiack run VVhile Men the Moone and radiant Stars should see The faithfull witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy owne Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworne Thou from his Browes his Diadem hast torne Cast downe the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks level'd with the ground VVhom now his Neighbours scorne a common prey And spoile to all that travell by the way Part. 5 Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes VVho now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharpe Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrinke in fervor of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renowne In ruines buried and his Throne cast downe His Youth consumed with untimely Age Markt out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourne Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burne O call to mind the shortnesse of my daies That dreame of Man which like a Flower decaies VVho lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemne Oath Remember the Reproches I have borne Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorne Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soule praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME XC As the 34. O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aëry Mountaines had their birth Or Fabricke of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But fraile man daily dying must At thy Command returne to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand yeares are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by the Torrent swept from hence An empty Dreame which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sinnes although by Night conceal'd By shame and feare are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our yeares we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sicknesse strive Cut off with winged haste Part. 2 Who knowes the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadfull anger hath Proportion'd his due feare Teach us to number our fraile Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sinne forbeare Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknowne comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearefull beames reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Blesse our attempts with aide divine And by thy Hand direct PSALME XCI As the 9. VVHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of Warre or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers traine The tainted aires infectious breath His Truth in perils shall susteine And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrowes slay Nor Pestilence devoure by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sinke on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft Since God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vowes direct No evill shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roofe infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Left thou at any time should'st slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basiliske shalt tread The Mountaine Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix't his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soule from danger free And from the reach of Envie raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALME XCII As the 29. THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankefull hearts and joyfull tongues To renowne thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Starres arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firme faith in gratefull Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemne Harpe begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy VVorkes my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds VVho thy Wonders can expresse All thy Thoughts are fathomlesse Hid from Men in Knowledge blinde Hid from Fooles to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in
highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary blesse And daily pray for your successe God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Soules and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXIX ALEPH. As the 1. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seeke with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law Lord by thy sacred Rule my steps direct Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect Thy Justice learnt my Soule shall sing thy Praise Forsake me not O guide me in thy Waies BETH Part. 2 Young man thy Actions by his Precepts guide From these let not thy zealous Servant slide Thy Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill Those by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold On these I meditate admire there set My Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL Part. 3 O let me live t' observe thy Lawes mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries Me a poore Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire The Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies Blesse and preserve my Soule which these obeies No hate of Princes from thy Law deters My Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH Part. 4 My down-cast Soule as thou hast promis'd raise Thou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy Waies Informe and I thy Wonders will professe O strengthen me that labour in Distresse Shew thy cleare Paths false Errours mist remov'd I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race HE. Part. 5 Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Lawes incline Divert from vaine desires my darknesse cleare Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are upright O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV Part. 6 His Soule protect who on thy VVord relies And silence my reprochfull Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe Will freely walke in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soule imbrace ZAIN Part. 7 Thinke of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All stormes appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Lawes desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH Part. 8 Thou art my Portion I will thee adore They Lawes observe and promis'd Grace implore My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect The Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes such are my Friends Instruct thy Mercie through the World extends TETH Part. 9 Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford Thu Sea of Goodnesse that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes by Afflictions stormes The Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise But I will trust in thy affected Waies Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught JOD Part. 10 Informe me my Creator in thy Lawes That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keepe the Proud who causlesse hate destroy VVho feare and know thy Lawes to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH Part. 11 With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soule expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitcht their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jawes They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Part. 12 Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above Firme as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd Thy Lawes my Life else Griefe my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The VVicked chase my Soule which thee obeies Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decaies MEM. Part. 13 O how I love thy Lawes those exercise By them made wiser then my Enemies More then my Teachers know more then the Old VVith Vertue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Precepts never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-waies I hate by thine become discreet NVN. Part. 14 Thy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way I sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale Accept my offerings and thy Will reveale Although inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule yet have I thee obei'd My comforts my eternall Heritage O may I keepe them till I die for age SAMECH Part. 15 I love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soule nor let me hope in vaine Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud Cast out like Drosse My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN Part. 16 O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose Mine Eyes even faile while I thy aide expect Be mercifull and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more then Gold then Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitfull lies PE. Part. 17 Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soule admires This I with thirsty appetite devoure Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre Compose my steps so shall not sinne subject Nor man oppresse for I
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
the Silk-worms womb Such as a Conquerer become Great God! So perishall thy Foes Love such as love thee O let those Shine like the Sun when he displaies I' th' Orient his increasing Raies 1 SAMVEL II. As the 29. Psalme GOD hath rais'd my head on high O my Heart inlarge thy joy God hath now my Tongue unti'd To retort their scorne and pride In thy Grace I will rejoyce Praise thee while I have a voyce VVho so holy as our Lord VVho but he to be ador'd VVho such Wonders can effect Who so strongly can protect Be no longer arrogant Nor in Folly proudly vaunt God our secret thoughts displaies All our works his Ballance weighes Giants Bowes his Forces breake He with strength invests the Weake Who were full now serve for bread Those who serv'd infranchised Barren VVombs with Children flow Fruitfull Mothers childlesse grow Part. 2 God fraile Man of life deprives Those who sleepe in Death revives Leads us to our silent Tombes Brings us from those horrid Roomes Riches sends sends Poverty Casteth downe and lifts on high He from the despised Dust From the Dunghill takes the Just To the height of Honour brings Plants them in the Thrones of Kings God Earths mighty Pillars made He the World upon them laid He his Servants feet will guide Wicked Soules who swell with Pride Will in endlesse Darknesse chaine Since all humane strength is vaine He shall grind his Enemies Blast with Lightning from the Skies Judge the habitable Earth All of high and humble birth Shall with strength his King renowne And his Christ with Glory crowne II. SAMUVEL I. As the 39. Psalme THY Beauty Israel is fled Sunke to the Dead How are the Valiant fal'n the Slaine Thy Mountaines staine O let it not in Gath be knowne Nor in the streets of Ascalon Lest that sad Story should excite Their dire delight Lest in the Torrent of our woe Their pleasure flow Lest their triumphant Daughters ring Their Cymbals and curs'd Paeans sing You Hils of Gilboa never may You Offrings pay No Morning Deaw nor fruitfull showers Cloth you with Flowers Saul and his Armes there made a Spoile As if untoucht with sacred Oyle The Bow of noble Jonathan Great Battailes wan His Arrows on the Mighty fed With Slaughter red Saul never rais'd his Arme in vaine His Sword still glutted with the Slaine How lovely O how pleasant when They liv'd with Men Then Eagles swifter stronger farre Then Lions are Whom love in life so strongly ty'd The stroke of Death could not divide Sad Israels Daughters weepe for Saul Lament his fall Who fed you with the Earths increase And crown'd with Peace With Robes of Tyrian Purple deckt And Gems which sparkling light reflect How are thy Worthies by the Sword Of Warre devour'd O Jonathan the better part Of my torne Heart The salvage Rocks have drunke thy bloud My Brother O how kind how good Thy love was great O never more To Man Man bore No Woman when most passionate Lov'd at that rate How are the Mighty fal'n in fight They and their Glory set in Night II. SAMVEL VII As the 4. Psalme MY Lord my God O who am I Or what is my poore Family That thou should'st crowne With Power renowne And raise my Throne on high As this were little in my place Hast promis'd to confirme my Race Doe men O Lord To men afford Such such transcendent Grace Not to be hop'd for nor desir'd Not to be utter'd but admir'd My Thoughts to me Then they to thee Lesse knowne when most retir'd These great things did'st Thou to fulfill Thy Word and never-changing Will Into my Sight This knowing Light Thy Wisdomes Beames distill In Goodnesse as in Power compleat No God but thee O who so great All this of old Our Fathers told And often did repeat What Nation breaths who can or dare With thee O Israel compare For whom alone God left his Throne As his peculiar Care To amplifie his Name to doe Such great such fearefull things for you Such Wonders wrought From Aegypt brought From men from gods withdrew Establisht by divine Decree That thou might'st be our God and we For evermore Thy Name adore As consecrate to Thee Part. 2 Now Lord effect what thou hast said The Promise to thy Servant made Confirme by Deed What to his Seed Thy Word long since displaid Great God O be thou magnifi'd VVhose Hands the strife of VVarre decide Let Davids Race Before thy Face For ever fixt abide Thou saidst who Israel dost protect I will my Servants House erect My Thoughts indu'd With gratitude These Prayers to Thee direct Thou Lord in Goodnesse infinite VVhose VVord and Truth like Twins unite Thy Promise hath Confirm'd my Faith And fill'd me with delight Be then my House for ever blest Of thy deare Presence still possest Thus hast thou said This Promise made O with thy Grace invest ESAY V. As the 9. Psalme NOw I to my Beloved will A Song of my Beloved sing He hath a Vineyard on a Hill VVhich all the Yeare enjoy'd the Spring This he inclosed with a Mound Pickt up the Stones which scatter'd lay VVith generous Vines plants the rich Ground Dig'd pruin'd and weeded every day To presse the Clusters made a Frame Plac'd in a new erected Tower But when th' expected Vintage came For good the Grapes prov'd wild and sowre You who on Judah's Hils reside VVho Citizens of Salem be Doe you the Controverse decide Betweene my Vineyard judge and me Though partiall Judge Could I have more To my ungratefull Vineyard done Yet such unpleasant Clusters bore Vnworthy of the soyle or Sunne Then know This Vineyard late my Joy Manured with such diligence Wild Bores and Foxes shall destroy When I have trampled downe her Fence Then shall she unregarded lye Vndig'd unpruin'd with Brambles spread No gentle Clouds shall on her dry And thirsty Wombe their moisture shed That ancient House of Israel The great Jehovahs Vineyard is They who on Judah's Mountaines dwell Those choice and pleasant Plants of his From whom he Justice did expect But Rapine and Oppression found Thought they sweet Concord would affect When all with Strife and Cryes abound ESAY XXVI As the 2. Psalme OVR Sion strongly is secur'd Which God himselfe hath fortifi'd High Bulwarks rais'd on every side And with immortall Walls immur'd Her Gates at their approach display Who Justice love and Truth obey Who fix on him their confidence He will in constant Peace preserve O then with Faith Jehovah serve Your strong and ever sure Defence VVho hurles the Mighty from their Thrones And Cities turnes to Heaps of stones Their Structures levels with the Floore VVhich Sepulchres of Dust inclose Trod underneath the Feet of those That were of late Despis'd and Poore Straight is the VVay the Righteous tread By Thee at once inform'd and led For we thy Judgements Lord expect And onely on thy Grace relye To thy great Name and Memory Th' Affections of our Soules erect My
Through yielding Seas on fiery Horses rides Part 3 When I thy Threatnings heard my entrails shooke And my unnerved knees each other strooke My lips with panting swell my cheeks grow wan Through all my bones a swift Consumption ran O where may I repose in that sad Day When armed Troups upon my Countrey prey Although the Fig-tree shall no blossomes beare Nor Vines with their pure bloud the pensive cheare Although the Olive no requitall yield Nor Corne apparell the deserted Field Though then our Flocks be ravisht from the Fold And though our Stalls no well-fed Oxen hold Yet will not I despaire but chearfully Expect and in thy knowne Salvation joy For thou my Strength and my Protection art My feet more nimble then the flying Hart Ascend the Hils where I with holy fire VVill sing thy Praises to my solemne Lyre LVKE I. As 〈…〉 MY ravisht soule extols his Name VVho rules the VVorlds admired Frame My Spirit with exalted Voyce In God my Saviour shall rejoyce VVho hath his glorious Beames displayd Vpon a poore and humble Maid Me all succeeding Ages shall The blessed Virgin-Mother call The Great great things for me hath wrought His Sanctity past humane thought His Mercy still reflects on those VVho in his Truth their Trust repose He with his Arme hath Wonders showne The Proud in their owne pride â—re throwne The Mighty from their Thrones dejects The Lowly from the dust erects The Hungry are his welcome Guests The Rich excluded from his Feasts He mindfull of his Promise hath Maintain'd and crowned Israels Faith To Abraham promis'd and decreed For ever to his holy Seed LVKE I. As the 46. Psalme O Praise the Lord his VVonders tell VVhose Mercy shines in Israel At length redeem'd from Sinne and Hell The Crowne of our Salvation Deriv'd from Davids royall Throne He now hath to his People showne This to his Prophets did unfold By all successively foretold Vntill the infant World grew old That he our wrongs would vindicate Save from our foes inveterate hate And raise our long deprest estate To ratifie his ancient Deed His promis'd Grace by oath decreed To Abraham and his faithfull Seed That we might our Preserver praise VValke purely in his perfect wayes And fearelesse serve him all our dayes His path thou shalt prepare sweet Child And run before the Vndefil'd The Prophet of th' Almighty stil'd Our knowledge to informe from whence Salvation springs from penitence And pardon of each foule offence Through mercy O how infinite Of our great God who cleares our sight And from the Orient sheds his Light A leading Starre t'enlighten those VVhom Night and shades of Death inclose VVhich that high Tract to glory showes LUKE II. As the 34. Psalme O Thou who art inthron'd on high In peace now let thy Servant die Whose hope on thee relies For thou whose words and deeds are one At length hast thy Salvation showne To these my ravisht Eyes By thee before thy Hands displaid The Heavens and Earths Foundation laid Vnto the VVorld decree'd A Lampe to give the Gentiles Light A Glory O how infinite To Israels faithfull Seed FINIS Gloria Deo in excelsis DEO OPT. MAX. O Thou who All-things hast of Nothing made Whose Hand the radiant Firmament displai'd With such an undiscerned swiftnesse hurl'd About the stedfast Centre of the World Against whose rapid course the restlesse Sun And wandring Flames in varied Motions run Which Heat Light Life infuse Time Night and Day Distinguish in our Humane Bodies sway That hung'st the solid Earth in fleeting Aire Vein'd with cleare Springs which ambient Seas repaire In Clouds the Mountaines wrap their hoary Heads Luxurious Valleies cloth'd with flowry Meads Her trees yield Fruit and Shade with liberall Breasts All creatures She their common Mother feasts Then Man thy Image mad'st in Dignity In Knowledge and in Beauty like to Thee Plac'd in a Heaven on Earth without his toile The ever-flourishing and fruitfull Soile Vnpurchas'd Food produc'd all Creatures were His Subjects serving more for Love then Feare He knew no Lord but Thee But when he fell From his Obedience all at once rebell And in his Ruine exercise their Might Concurring Elements against him fight Troups of unknowne Diseases Sorrow Age And Death assaile him with successive rage Hell let forth all her Furies none so great As Man to Man Ambition Pride Deceit Wrong arm'd with Power Lust Rapine Slaughter reign'd And flatter'd Vice the name of Vertue gain'd Then Hils beneath the swelling Waters stood And all the Globe of Earth was but one Floud Yet could not cleanse their Guilt the following Race Worse then their Fathers and their Sons more base Their God-like Beauty lost Sins wretched Thrawle No sparke of their Divine Originall Left unextinguisht All inveloped With Darknesse in their bold Transgressions dead When thou didst from the East a Light display which rendred to the World a clearer Day Whose Precepts from Hels jawes our Steps withdraw And whose Example was a living Law Who purg'd us with his Bloud the Way prepar'd To Heaven those long-chain'd-up Doores unbar'd How infinite thy Mercy which exceeds The World thou mad'st as well as our Misdeeds Which greater Reverence then thy Iustice wins And still augments thy Honour by our Sins O who hath tasted of thy Clemency In greater measure or more oft then I My gratefull Verse thy Goodnesse shall display O Thou who went'st along in all my way To Where the Morning with perfumed Wings From the high Mountaines of Panchaea springs To that New-found-out World where sober Night Takes from th' Antipodes her silent flight To those darke Seas where horrid Winter reignes And binds the stubborne Flouds in Icie chaines To Lybian Wasts whose Thirst no showres asswage And where swolne Nilus cooles the Lions rage Thy Wonders in the Deepe have I beheld Yet all by those on Iudah's Hils excell'd There where the Virgins Son his Doctrine taught His Miracles and our Redemption wrought Where I by Thee inspir'd his Praises sung And on his Sepulchre my Offering hung Which way so e're I turne my Face or Feet I see thy Glory and thy Mercy meet Met on the Thracian Shoares when in the strife Of frantick Simoans thou preserv'dst my Life So when Arabian Thieves belaid us round And when by all abandon'd Thee I found That false Sidonian Wolfe whose craft put on A Sheepe soft Fleece and me Bellerephon To Ruine by his cruell Letter sent Thou didst by thy protecting Hand prevent Thou sav'dst me from the bloudy Massacres Of faithlesse Indians from their treacherous Wars From raging Feavers from the sultry breath Of tainted Aire which cloy'd the jawes of Death Preserv'd from swallowing Seas when towring Waves Mixt with the Clouds and opened their deep Graves From barbarous Pirats ransom'd by those taught Successefully with Salian Moores we fought Then brought'st me Home in safety that this Earth Might bury me which fed me from my Birth Blest with a healthfull Age a quiet Mind Content with little to this Worke design'd Which I at length have finisht by thy Aid And now my Vowes have at thy Altar paid Iam tetigi Portum Valete LONDON Printed by Iohn Legatt 1637. Iob. Psalmes Ecclesiastes Canticles not Printed Lamentations The severall Hymns His Travels wherein he relates the History of the Pyramides Athens Greece Sr. Edwin Sandys view of Religion in the Westerne parts Easterne Churches Of Doctrine Of Persons As Antioch Turks Priests Ovids Metamorphosis om mentar Virg. Aen. lib. 1. Panegyrick 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tarantula Virg. Georg. 2.