Rock O lead So far 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 govern such as will Thy Holy Law fulfill Whom Thou long life wilt give His Ages shall out-live He Throne shall stand before Thy Face for evermore Thy Mercy Lord extend Him for thy Truth defend Then I in chearful Layes Will celebrate thy praise And to Thee every day My Vows devoutly pay PSALM LXII 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're-thrown How long will you machinate Persecute with causlels hate You shall like a tott'ring wall Like a batter'd Bulwark fall All conspire to cast me down From my brows to tear my Crown Full of fraud they bless in show When their Thoughts with curses flow Yet my Soul on God attends All my Hope on him depends He the Rock I built upon Not by man to be o're-thrown He my Glory he my Tower Guards me by his saving Power You who are sincere and just In the Lord for ever trust Powr your Hearts before his Throne His who can protect alone All that are of high Descent To the Poor and Indigent Nothing are but Vanity Nothing but deceive and lye Balanc'd altogether they Lighter than 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 PSALM LXIII TO Thee O God my God I pray Before the dawning of the Day My Soul and wasting flesh With thirsty Ardor Thee desire In Soils scorch'd with aethereal Fire Whose draught no show'rs refresh That in thy Sanctuary I May see thy Power and Majesty Once more with ravish'd eyes My lips shall celebrate thy Praise Thy Goodness more than length of daies Or life it self 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 Soul seek to precipitate Hells entrails shall receive The raging Sword shall shed their blood A prey for Wolves for Foxes food Yet God his King shall bless And such as swear by his great Name But those whose Tongues the Just defame Confusion shall suppress PSALM LXIV THou great Protector hear my Cry Save from my dreadful Enemy O vindicate From their close hate Who for my Soul in ambush lie From their blind Rage protect Who Truth and Thee reject Who whet their Tongues more sharp than Swords Their Arrows draw even bitter words To wound th' Upright With fierce delight When Time to their desire accords Then on a sudden shoot Nor fear divine pursuit Confirm'd in skilful Malice they Conspire their Nets in secret lay And say What eye Can this descry First counsel take and then betray On mischief set their hearts Pursu'd by wicked Arts. But God shall let his Arrows flie Wound in the twinkling of an Eye Each deadly stung By his own Tongue Shall with that fatall Poison die Who this behold or hear Shall tremble with cold fear Men shall their Eyes with wonder raise Rehearse his Deeds and sing his Praise Eternity Shall crown their Joy Who walk in his prescribed ways He to the Pure of Heart His Glory shall impart PSALM LXV DUe Honours Lord on Thee attend Where Sions sacred Towers ascend There thy devoted Israelites Shall pay their Vows with solemn Rites To Thee shall all Man-kind repair Since thou vouchsaf'st to hear our Prayer Our Sins thy Mercies expiate When burthen'd with their loathed weight 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 Goodness satisfi'd And taste of that sincere Delight Which never cloys the Appetite From thee O God our Safety springs Thy Judgement threatens dreadful things Their Hope whom Soils remote sustain Who flote upon the toiling Main Great is thy Power propt by thy Hand Cloud-touching Mountains stedfast stand Thou with thy Scepter dost appease The roaring of the high-wrought Seas And the tumultuary jarrs Of People breathing Blood and Warrs Who dwell upon the Earth's Confines They tremble at thy fearful Signs Where first the Sun his beam displays And where he sets his golden Rayes They triumph in the fruits of Peace Inriched by the Earth's increase He Rain upon her Bosom pow'rs His swelling Clouds abound with Show'rs And so prepares the lusty Soil To recompence the Reapers toil Mellows the Glebe with fatning juyce Whose furrows hopeful blades produce With Plenty crowns the smiling Years Shed from the influence of the Sphears The Desert with sweet Claver fills And richly shades the joyful Hills Flocks cover all the higher Plain The rancker Vallies cloth'd with Grain These in Abundance solacing Without a tongue thy Praises sing PSALM LXVI HAppy Sons of Israel Who in pleasant Canaan dwell Fill the Air with shouts of Joy Shouts redoubled from the Skie Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Trophees to his Glory raise Say How wonderful thy Deeds Lord thy Power all power exceeds Conquest on thy sword doth sit Trembling Foes through fear submit Let the many-peopled Earth All of high and humble birth Worship our eternal King Hymns unto his honour sing Come and see what God hath wrought Terrible to humane thought He the Billows did divide Wall'd with waves on either side While we passed safe and dry Then our souls were wrap'd with joy Endless his Dominion All beholding from his Throne Let not those who hate us most Let not the Rebellious boast Bless the Lord his Praise be sung While an Ear can hear a Tongue He our feet establisheth He our souls redeems from Death Lord as silver purifi'd Thou hast with Affliction try'd Thou hast driv'n into the net Burthens on our shoulders set Trod on by their Horses hooves Theirs whom Pity never moves We through fire with flames imbrac'd We through raging floods have pass'd Yet by thy conducting hand Brought into a wealthy Land I will to thy House repair Worship and thy Power declare Off'rings on thy Altar lay All my vows devoutly pay Utter'd with my heart and tongue When opprest with powerful 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 fear Come O come you blest and hear What for me the Lord hath wrought Then when neer to ruin brought Fervently to Him I cry'd I his Goodness magnifi'd If
smoother farr His Thoughts of Warr Words softer than the fluent Oil Yet bent to Spoil But thou my Soul thy cares impose On God who will redress thy woes The Just he shall confirm with Joy Th' Unjust destroy Those who in blood and fraud delight Shall set in Night Before their Noon of Life be past But I on God my hopes have plac'd PSALM LVI O Lord protect me by thy Power From such as would my Life devour Who merciless Strive to oppress Nor grant me Truce one hour That would devour me every Day And make my chased Life their prey Yet Lord will I On thee relie When Dangers most dismay Thy Promise I will celebrate In constant hope thy Pleasure wait With patience bear Thy Stay nor fear Frail man or his vain hate My words and deeds they daily wrest And in their thoughts my fall digest Unite in ill And lurk to kill My Feet can find 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 Wand'rings thou hast numbered Even every Tear mine Eyes have shed Thy Vial 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 Vows will pay My Vows of Thanks both night and day In whom I trust Nor shall th' Unjust My stedfast Hopes dismay For he hath snatch'd me from the Night Of Death and kept my foot upright That I may still Observe his Will And see the cheerful Light PSALM LVII O Thou from whom all Mercy springs Compassionate my Sufferings And pity me That trust in Thee O shelter with thy shady Wings Until these storms of Woe Clear-up or over-blow Thee I invoke O thou Most High Thou All-performer from the Skie Thy Angels send Let them defend My Soul from him that would destroy O send thy Mercy down With Truth thy Promise crown For Salvage Lions girt me round And they whose Malice knows no bound Their cruel Words More sharp than Swords Their Teeth like Spears and Arrows wound To Heav'n thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise They subtil snares prepared have And bow'd my Souleven 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 own Sin My ravish'd Heart flames with desire I to the Musick of my Lyre Eternal King Thy Praise will sing Awake my Glory Zeal 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 far The highest Star Thy Truth transcends the lofty Skies To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise PSALM LVIII PErnicious Counsellors Give you Sincere advice to Justice true Or Virtue but in show pursue Your Hearts are still on Mischief bent Your Hands impure and violent Nor favour Truth nor Wrong prevent Even from the womb they blindly stray Born and perverted in one day Lie slander flatter and betray Like Serpents with black poyson swell And charm th' Inchanter ne're so well More deaf than Asps his Charms repel Lord slit their Tongues before they speak Strike out their Teeth which tear the Weak And the young Lions grinders break As Sun-beat Snow so let them thaw And when their weak'ned Bows they draw Let their crack'd Arrows flie like straw Let them like Snails consume away And as untimely Births decay Which never saw the cheerful Day Before their pots can feel the brier God in the Whirl-wind of his Ire Shall blast alive and burn with fire Sin 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 confess There are Rewards for Righteousness And Plagues for such as do transgress PSALM LIX LOrd save me from mine Enemies From those who thus against me rise Like an incensed Flood From those who in Impietie Place their delight and long to die Their hands in guiltless blood Lo for my Soul they lie in wait The Mighty joyn their power and hate Without my blame or crime Without my crime they weapons take And persecute my soul. 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 mischief they begin Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin And through the City run Behold they vomit bitter words Between their lips they brandish swords Yet say Can these be known But Lord thou shalt their threats deride The empty terrour of their pride And Malice vainly shown I and my strength are in thy Power In thee I trust my Shield my Tower Thy Mercy 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 expel To shew God reigns in Israel To Earths remotest parts Hopeless let them return with Night Like grinning Dogs bark but not bite About the City rome Pale meager and half famished Like vagabonds howl they for bread Without or food or home But I before the Day-star spring Will of thy Power and Mercy sing My safety in distress Thou art my Rock my strong Defence My living Verse thy Excellence And Bounty shall express PSALM LX. CAst off and scattered in thine Ire Lord on our woes with pity look The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook Whose yawning ruptures Sighs expire O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent And make Her firmly permanent Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed And mad'st us drink of deadly Wine Yet now thy Ensigns 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 hear us who thy Aid implore Lord with thy own Right hand defend To thy Beloved succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Shechems Spoils be magnifi'd Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine Ephraim my strength in battel bold Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph on Palastine Base servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my shooe will cast Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that did'st reject Nor would'st before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe O then when Dangers most affright Do thou our troubled Souls sustain For loe the help of Man is vain Through Thee we valiantly shall fight Our flying Foes thou shalt tread down And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crown PSALM LXI MY God thy Servant hear O lend a willing ear In exile my sad heart From Earths remotest part O'rewhelm'd with Miseries To Thee for succour cries To that High
a Million Let me be contemn'd and poor In thy Temple keep a Door Then with wicked men possess All that they call Happiness 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 he Who alone depends on Thee PSALM LXXXV AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown Drawn from the Babylonian yoke Our Sins remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblown Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet reign Extending to the yet unborn Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn That thine in Thee may joy again O show'r thy Mercy from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speaks of Peace Such as in Sanctity increase Nor to their Sins again descend These soon with Freedom shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kiss For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousness look from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberal Hand The rich and ever grateful Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him go And her fair steps to Mortals show PSALM LXXXVI MY God thy Suppliant hear Afford a gentle Ear For I am comfortless And labour in distress My righteous Soul relieve So ready to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore Who 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 Who on thy Mercy call O hear my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found When troubles most abound What God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Zeal shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in Wonders shown Direct me in thy Way So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests clear United in thy Fear My Soul 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'rful Enemies All Rebells to thy Will My guiltless blood 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 Sign expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALM LXXXVII 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 excel He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Ierusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Iudea'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 foreign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortal Hands Firm as the Mountain where it stands The Lord in his eternal Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall the Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streams from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALM LXXXVIII MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Ears Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now near the Jaws of greedy Death My light extinguish'd numbered Among the Dead Like men in battail slain the womb Of Earth their Tomb Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o're thrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerful Raies Crush'd 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 Goal where I In Fetters lie Blind with my tears with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vain a walking Coarse Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show Who 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 Wilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown Where 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 Whilst I thy Terrours undergo Distracted by these storms of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devours My trembling Powers With troops of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALM LXXXIX OUr grateful Songs O thou eternal King Shall ever of thy boundless 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 Which on firm hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy seed establish and thy Throne sustain Whilst Seas shall flow or Moons increase and wain 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 appears And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with fears Great God! how great when dreadful Armies joyn What God so strong what Faith so firm as thine Thy Bounds the Billows of the Sea restrain Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Main Proud Rahab like a Coarse with blood imbru'd Hew'n down the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round earth broad â—eas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestial swiftly rowl Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evenings sing thy praise Thy Arm excells in Strength thy hands sustain The World they made And guide it with a rein Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred brows infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet calls Throng to thy celebrated Festivalls They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouths be found And in thy Justice shall their Joys abound Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King
below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rock Injustice hates PSALM XCIII NOw great Jehovah reigns With Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Air Establish'd there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old than Time And after as before The Floods in billows clime And foming loudly rore With horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible than these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctity Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALM XCIV GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischief strong Upon thy Foes Inflict our woes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppress And triumph in their Wickedness How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire success Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poor Widows kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or hear 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 hear Who form'd the Eye and fram'd the Ear Who Nations slew Not punish you Who taught not know to him appear Dark Counsels secret Fires Vain Hopes and vast Desires But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informs and aws By sacred Laws In storms brought to a safe aboad While the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th' Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turn again To Justice and her Throne Erect Who are in Heart upright Shall follow that clear Light What mortal will th' Afflicted aid Defend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soul e're now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd When Grief my labouring Soul confounds Thou powrest Balm into her wounds Shall Tyranny With thee comply Who Mischief for a Law propounds Who swarm to circumvent And doom the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their own Sins be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALM XCV COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise Whose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyful voyce With bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God O sacrifice In sacred Hymns rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustains The Depths the lofty Mountains made The Land and liquid Plains displaid And curbs them with his Reins O come before his Foot-stool fall Our only God who form'd us all Through Storms of danger led He is our Shepherd we his Sheep His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keep In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wilderness Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Works of Wonder see And to their shame confess When vex'd for forty years I said This People in their hearts have stray'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALM XCVI NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourish'd by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the World his wonders show O how gracious O how great Earth his Foot-stool Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honour'd more Than those gods whom Fools adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beauty Power Divine In his Sanctuary shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mighty Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vows devoutly pay In his beauteous Holiness To the Lord your Prayer address All whom Earths round shoulders bear Serve the Lord with Joy and Fear Tell Mankind Jehovah reigns He shall bind the world in Chains So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyful Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billows rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowry Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake While the Woods Musicians sing To the ever-youthful Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the World shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALM XCVII O Earth joy in Jehovah's Reign You numerous Isles clasp'd by the Main Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold Who fiery Darts before him throws With winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a day of night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountains at his Presence sweat Like pliant Wax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie Who rules the Worlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousness His Glory wondering men confess Let those with shame to Hell descend Whose Knees to cursed Idols bend Whose rocks 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 Mankind and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect Who Sin abhor and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th' Upright You Just your joyful Hearts elate His blest Memorial celebrate PSALM XCVIII SIng to the King of kings Sing in unusual Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Arms alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He â—ustice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full display'd And promise made To Iacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise With universal Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyn The warbling Voice Let all rejoyce With Joy divine The sprightly Trumpet sound The shrill-voic'd Cornet bringâ— Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King Rore out you Seas You spangled Skies All you comprise Rejoyce with these Floods clap your thronging waves You Hills exalt your mirth He who his People saves Now comes to judge the Earth The round World shall With Justice trie His Equitie Dispenst to all PSALM XCIX LEt our Foes with terrour quake Let the Earths Foundations shake Now the Lord his Reign begins Thron'd between the Cherubins O how great in Sions Towers High above all Mortal Powers Great and terrible his Name Since so holy praise the same
kings Eternal Mercy springs Remembred us in our distress And freed from those who did oppress He food doth give To all that live The God of Heaven O Israel bless For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs PSALM CXXXVII AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay And there O Sion to thy Ashes pay Our funeral tears our silent Harps unstrung And unregarded on the Willows hung Lo they who had thy desolation wrought And captiv'd Iudah unto Babel brought Deride the tears which from our Sorrows spring And say in scorn A Song of Sion sing Shall we prophane our Harps at their command Or holy Hymns sing in a forrein Land O Solyma thou that art now become A heap of stones and to thy self a Tomb When I forget thee my dear 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 cruel pride Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd Down with their Buildings rase them to the ground Nor let one Stone be on another found Thou Babylon whose Towers now touch the Skye That shortly shalt as low in ruins lye O happy O thrice happy they who shall With equal cruelty revenge our fall That dash thy Childrens brains against the stones And without pity hear their dying groans PSALM CXXXVIII MY Soul applaud our glorious King Before the Gods his praises sing His Mercy an eternal Spring For this on consecrated ground Will I adore thy Truth resound Thy Word above all Names renown'd Thou heard'st me when to thee I cry'd When Danger charg'd on every side By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd All those who awful Scepters bear When they of thy Performance hear Shall worship thee with reverent fear They shall his Truth and Mercy praise Who all the World with â—ustice swaies Whose Wonders Adoration raise Although inthron'd above the Skies He on the lowly casts his eyes But doth the Insolent despise Though storms of Troubles me inclose Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes And raise me in their overthrows For God his Promise will effect The Faithful faithfully protect Nor ever his own Choice reject PSALM CXXXIX THou know'st me O thou only Wise Seest when I sit and when I rise Can'st 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 capacity Transcends so wonderful so high O which way shall I take my flight Or where conceal me from thy sight Ascend I Heaven Heaven is thy Throne Dive I to Hell there art thou known Should I the Mornings wings obtain And flie beyond th' Hesperian Main Thy powerful Arm would reach me there Reduce and curb me with thy fear Were I involv'd in shades of Night That Darkness would convert to Light What Clouds can from discovery free What Night wherein thou canst not see The Night would shine likes Dayes clear flame Darkness and Light to Thee the same Thou sift'st my reins 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 Are these thy Works to me well-known My Bones were to thy view displaid When I in secret shades was made When wrought by thee with curious art As in the Earths inferiour part On me an Embryon didst thou look My members written in thy Book 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 far more Than Sands upon the murmuring shore When I awake thy Works again My thoughts with wonder entertain The Wicked thou wilt surely kill Hence you who blood with pleasure spill Their tongues thy Majesty profane They take thy sacred Name in vain 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 Integrity Behold if I from Virtue stray And lead in thy eternal Way PSALM CXL LOrd save me from the Violent From him who takes delight in ill Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill On bloody War and Outrage bent Their wounding Tongues like Serpents whet Poyson of Asps their Lips inclose O save from fierce and Wicked Foes Who toils 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 hear thy Suppliant's prayers My strong Preserver in the fight As with a Helm my head defends Let not the Wicked gain their ends Lord lest their pride rise with their might Themselves let their own Slanders wound Destroy Him who their fury leads Let burning coals fall on their heads And quenchless flames imbrace them round Cast them into the Depths below From thence O never let them rise Let Death the Slanderer surprise And Mischief salvage Wrath o'rethrow God to th' Afflicted aid will give The Poor defend from Death and Shame The Just shall celebrate thy Name And ever in thy Presence live PSALM CXLI TO Thee I cry Lord hear my cries O come with speed unto my aid Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise Like Incense on the Altar laid Or as when I with hands displaid Present my Evening Sacrifice Before my mouth a Guardian set My Lips with barrs of Silence close O let me not thy Laws forget And wickedly combine with those Who 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 Scent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayers shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouths of graves like clefts of Wood. Lord save from those that hunt for blood On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltless Soul betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engins lay May they by their own craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALM CXLII WIth sighs and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my tears My cares and fears 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 merciless intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vain pity none bestow Then unto God I cry'd and said Thou art my Hope and only Aid The Portion I build upon While with frail flesh araid O Sourse of
only Hope of those Who thee with Holy Zeal adore Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety who thy Aid implore PSALM IV. THou Guardian of my Truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O hear my Pray'r Be I Thy Care For Mercy lives in Thee You Sons of Men how long will you Eclipse my Glory and pursue Lov'd Vanities Delight in Lies To Man to God untrue Know God my innocence hath blest And will with soveraignty invest His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request Sin not but fear surcease and try Your Hearts as on your Beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And place your hopes on high But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire And toil with uncontrol'd desire With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect And Heavenly Thoughts inspire O let my Joy exempt from Fears Their Joys transcend when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines And Grain-replenish'd Ears Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of Safety keep PSALM V. TO hear me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy mind And let my cryes acceptance find Thou hear'st my Morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-Star Rise My Pray'rs ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see All Sin-defil'd detested be â—â—ars shall sink beneath thy hate â—ho thirst for Blood and weave deceit â—hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repair Since Infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Fear and Prayer My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soul in chase Set thy strait Paths before my Face False are their Tongues their Hearts are hollow Like gaping sepulchres they swallow â—â—wn and betray even those they follow With Vengeance girt these Rebels round In their own 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 show'rs descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who righteousness intend PSALM VI. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burning Ire Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting Life expire O heal my Bones with anguish ake My pensive Heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity and at length return 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 Groans disturb the peaceful Night My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes Through Grief grown 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 turn my Tears to tides of Joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let fear their guilty souls affright With shame their haughty looks confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALM VII O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion like if none controul They tear my perse cuted Soul If I am guilty 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 Soul 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 dreadful 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 Judge thou my Foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integrity For thou dost try The Heart and Reins The Just defend The Malice of the Wicked end God is my Shield he help imparts To sincere hearts The Good Protects but menaceth The Bad with Death Nor will unless 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 Arrows shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischief travel hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his Sin On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall But I O thou eternal King Will of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALM VIII LOrd how Illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Sky The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd That so thou might'st thy Foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heav'n thy Fabrick see The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majesty and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hath laid All that on Dales or Mountains feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the Airy Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame PSALM IX THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Works 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 powerful Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The Proud are faln the Heathen fly Oblivion shall their names Intomb Destruction O thou Enemy Hath now reciev'd a final Doom Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd Their memory 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 Souls defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Thou never wilt forsake thine Own Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions known Blood sâ—apes not his revenging Hand He vindicates the Poor mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoice They faln into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath display'd The Wicked in their works insnar'd The Wicked down to Hell shall sink And all that do the Lord disdain But God will on the Needy think Nor shall the Poor expect in vain Lord let nor Man prevail arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALM X. WIthdraw not O my God my guide In time of
And shield from harm Help from his Sanctuary send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours bless And crown thy Counsels with success We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensigns in that pray'dâ—for Day With Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfil Now know I his Anointed He Will hear and free With saving Hand and Mighty Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants hear And in our aid Great King appear PSALM XXI LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast shown Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voice Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gems and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Days which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made With high Majesty array'd Of resistless Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joys are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercy of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy own right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruin joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devour them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could perform Let thy Arrows like a Storm Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALM XXII MY God! O why hast thou forsook Why O so far withdrawn thine Aid Nor when I roared pity took My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtains were display'd Yet would'st not Thou vouchsafe a look Yet thou art Holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worm no man am made The scorn of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeem from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainly call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the Womb by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When born Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with fear distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Bulls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thaws My vigour as a Pot-sheard dry'd My thirsty Tongue cleaves to my jaws In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compass me on ev'ry side And multitudes who hate thy Laws My Hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seen with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamless garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor O be deaf to my sad prayer Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicorns guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound O praise him you who fear the Lord You Sons of Iacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their crys who help implore His Face he hides not nor the Poor In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vows before them all The Meek abundantly shall feed The Faithful praise their Help at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Up-rise Shall God profess and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdom is his own For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gain Who poorly creep upon the ground And scarce their needy lives sustain Shall eat and to his easie reign Submit with joys eternal crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousness proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALM XXIII THe Lord my Shepherd me his Sheep Will from consuming Famine keep He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soul refresh'd with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting sin informs my ways No terrour can my courage quail Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vail By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staff my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flows with pleasant Wine While all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyn in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALM XXIV THe round and many-peopled Earth What from her womb extract their birth And whom her foodful breast sustains Are his who high in glory raigns The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountain rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foul intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice Who only their infection fears And never fraudulently swears The Lord his Saviour him shall bless And cloth him with his Righteousness Such are of Iacobs Faithful Race Who seek him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Pow'r compleat The Lord in Battail more than great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doors give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALM XXV ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soul erect Lord let not shame my look deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Star display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy relief expect Think of thy Mercies shown of old Thy Mercies more than can be told The sins of my unbridled Youth Nor frail Transgressions call to mind Let
implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay â—n this thy Love thou dost express That none triumph in my distress For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence â— shall inlighted by the Grace Behold thy Face â—ehovah Israels God be blest While Day and Night the World invest Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Second BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XLII LOrd as the Hart imbost with heat Braies after the cool Rivulet So sighs my Soul for thee My Soul thirsts for the living God When shall I enter his Abode And there his Beauty see Tears are my Food both Night and Day While Where 's thy God they daily say My Soul 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 Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast With Grief so overthrown With constant Hope on God await â—yet his Name shall celebrate For Mercy timely shown My fainting Heart within me pants My God consider my Complaints My Songs shall praise thee still Even from the Vale where Iordan flows Where Hermon his high Fore-head shows From Mitsars humble Hill Deeps unto Deeps inraged call When thy dark Spouts of waters fall And dreadful Tempest raves For all thy Floods upon me burst And billows after billows thrust To swallow in their Graves But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soul 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 Rock O why Am I forgot and mourning die By Foes reduc'd to Dust Their words like weapons pierce my bones While still they Eccho to my Groans Where is the Lord thy Trust My Soul why art thou so deprest O why so troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy Load With constant Hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIII MY God thy Servant vindicate O plead my Cause against their hate Who seek my utter spoil Deliver from the Merciless Who with bold Injuries oppress And prosper in their guile For of my Strength thou art the Lord. Why like to one by thee abhorr'd Dost thou my Soul expose Why wander I in black araid My body worn my mind dismaid Pursu'd by cruel Foes Thy Favour and thy Truth extend Let them into my Soul 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 Joys afford There on a tuneful Instrument With Songs that joyn in sweet consent Thy sacred praise record My Soul why art thou so deprest Why O thus troubled in my breast Sunk underneath thy load With constant hope on God await For I his Name shall celebrate My Saviour and my God PSALM XLIV 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 room They perish'd by a fearful Doom While ours in growth and strength increast Not their own Swords that pleasant Land Did conquer and their Foes eject Nor did their arms their lives protect It was thy Arm and powerful Hand It was the Splendor of thy Face And by thy Favour they o're-came My King my God O still the same Salvation send to Iacobs Race For by thy Aid our Enemies Lay bleeding on the stained ground And in thy Name we did confound Who ever durst against us rise Our Sword 's unable to defend We will not trust in our weak Bows Thou Lord hast sav'd us from our Foes And brought them to a shameful end 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 Spoil 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 rejoice A Scorn to all that near us dwell A By-word to the Heathen grown Who shake their heads in our disgrace My shame is still before my face My Eyes to Earth with blushes thrown Sprung from the bold blasphemers taunts And proud Avengers threatning look Yet Lord we have not thee forsook Nor falsify'd thy Covenants 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 â—or should we from the Lord depart Or to strange Gods our hearts uprear O would not this to him appear Who knows the Secrets of our Heart Yet for thy sake are daily slain For slaughter mark'd like butcher'd Sheep Awake O Lord why dost thou sleep Rise nor for ever Us disdain O to thy Own at length return Why dost Thou hide thy chearful face With-drawing thy accustom'd Grace From such as in Affliction mourn For lo our Souls are wrapt in dust Our bellies to the Centre cleave O for thy Mercies sake receive And succour those who in Thee trust PSALM XLV WIth 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 than our Humane Race Whose lips like Fountains flow with Grace For this the Lord thy Soul shall bless With everlasting Happiness Gird O most Mighty on thy Thigh Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie In triumph arm'd with Truth ride on By Clemency and Justice drawn No mortal vigour shall withstand The fury of thy dreadful Hand Thy piercing Arrows in the Kings Opposers hearts shall dye their wings Thy Throne no wast of Time decays Thy Scepter sacred Justice sways Thou Virtue lov'st but hast abhorr'd Deformed Vice for this the Lord Hath thee alone preferr'd and shed The Oyl of Joy upon thy head Thy Garments which in Grace excell Of Aloes Myrrh and Cassia smell Brought from the Ivory Palaces Which more than other Odors please Kings Daughters to augment thy State Among thy noble Damfels wait The Queen inthron'd on thy right hand Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand. Hark 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 sweetness of thy Face Her Mind all Beauties doth infold Her fair limbs clad in purfled Gold She shall unto the King be brought In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought While Virgins on her Train attend Whose Faith and Friendship know no end Whom they
Thou our defence secure beneath thy Wing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroe powr'd my Sacred Oyl To guide my People and preserve from spoil â— will support him with my powerful Arm No â—oe shall tribute force nor Treason harm His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soul by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemency shall crown his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He â—rom the Billows of the Tyrian Main To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reign Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall â—e 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 reign his Throne shall last While days have light and nights their shadows cast 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 Heir To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usual Race should through the Zodiack run While Men the Moon and radiant Stars should see The faithful witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy own Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworn Thou from his Brows his Diadem hast torn Cast down the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks levell'd with the ground Whom now his Neighbours scorn a common prey And spoil to all that travail by the way Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes Who now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharp Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrink in fervour of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renown In ruins buried and his Throne cast down His Youth consumed with untimely Age Mark'd out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourn Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burn O call to mind the shortness of my daies That dream of Man which like a Flow'r decays Who 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 solemn Oath Remember the Reproaches I have born Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorn Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soul praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fourth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID PSALM XC O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aâ—ry Mountains had their birth Or Fabrick of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But frail man daily dying must At thy Command return to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand years are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by thy Torrent swept from hence An empty Dream 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 sins although by Night conceal'd By shame and fear are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our years 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 Sickness strive Cut off with winged hast Who knows the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadful anger hath Proportion'd his due fear Teach us to number our frail Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sin forbear Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknown 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 chearful beams reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Bless our attempts with aid divine And by thy Hand direct PSALM XCI WHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of War or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers train The tainted airs infectious breath His Truth in perils shall sustain And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrows slay Nor Pestilence devour by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sink on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft â—â—nce God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vows direct No evil shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roof-infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Lest thou at any time shouldst slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basilisk shalt tread The Mountain Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix'd his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soul from danger free And from the reach of Envy 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 PSALM XCII 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 Thankful hearts and joyful tongues To renown thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Stars arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firm faith in grateful Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemn Harp begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy Works my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds Who thy Wonders can express All thy Thoughts are fathomless Hid from Men in Knowledge blind Hid from Fools to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in May Parch'd with Heat and nipt with Frost Soon shall fade for ever lost 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 Horn Like a youthful Unicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly hear of their retreat But the Just like Palms shall flourish Which the Plains of Iudah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court
not O guide me in thy Waies BETH â—â—ung man thy Actions by his Precepts guide â—â—om these let not thy zealous Servant slide â—y Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will 〈◊〉 teach me how I may thy Laws fulfill â—â—ose by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold â—â—y Testaments by me more pris'd than Gold 〈◊〉 these I meditate admire there set â—â—y Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL â— let me live t' observe thy Laws mine Eyes â—uminate to view those Mysteries â—e a poor Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire â—t whom my Soul even fainteth with desire â—e Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies â—ess and preserve my Soul which these obeies 〈◊〉 hate of Princes from thy Law deters â—y Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH â—y down-cast Soul as thou hast promis'd raise â—ou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy waies form and I thy Wonders will profess strengthen me that labour in Distress â—ew thy clear Paths false Errors mist remov'd â—ave thy chosen Truth and Judgements lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to run that heavenly race HE. Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soul to those delightful Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Laws incline Divert from vain desires my darkness clear Confirm the Soul devoted to thy Fear Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are uprighâ— O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV His Soul protect who on thy Word relies And silence my reproachful Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Laws for ever shall observe Will freely walk 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 Soul imbrace ZAIN Think of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All storms appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Laws declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Laws 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 â—ou art my Portion I will thee adore â—â—y Laws observe and promis'd Grace implore â—y Actions by thy sacred Rules direct â—nd thy Commands with forward Zeal effect â—he Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise â—t Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise Who fear and keep thy Laws such are my Friends â—truct thy Mercy through the World extends TETH â—hou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy Word Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford â—hou Sea of Goodness that my Soul conforms Into thy Statutes by Afflictions storms â—he Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise â—ut I will trust in thy affected Waies â—e blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought â—hy Laws more pris'd than Ships with treasure fraught IOD â—nform me my Creator in thy Laws 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 keep the Proud who causless hate destroy Who fear and know thy Laws to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soul expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitch'd their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jaws They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Thy faithful Promises are fixt above Firm as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternal Ordinance dispos'd Thy Laws my Life else Grief my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The Wicked chase my Soul which thee obeys Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decays MEM. O how I love thy Laws those exercise By them made wiser than my Enemies More than my Teachers know more than the Old With Virtue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Preceps never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-ways I hate by thine become discreet NVN. â—hy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way â— sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray â—ly wounded Soul with promis'd mercy heal â—ccept my offerings and thy Will reveal â—lthough inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid â—nares for my Soul yet have I thee obey'd My comforts my eternal Heritage O may I keep them till I die through age SAMECH â— 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 Soul nor let me hope in vain Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrap'd thy Foes in their own fraud Cast out like Dross My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorn my righteous Soul expose Mine Eyes even fail while I thy aid expect Be merciful and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more than Gold than Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitful lies PE. Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soul admires This I with thirsty appetite devour Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant pour Compose my steps so shall not sin subject Nor man oppress for I thy Laws affect Shine on my Soul thy Statutes teach mine Eyes Shed show'rs of tears when men thy Laws despise TSADDI As Thou thy Self so all thy Laws are just Faithful to those who in thy Promise trust Zeal hath consum'd me for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Laws which I in heart affect Those to observe though mean and scorn'd intend Truth crowns thy Word thy Justice without end These in my grief and trouble comfort give Inform with Knowledge that my Soul may live COPH. O hear my cries preserve his life who will Thy Laws obey and just Commands fulfill My Eyes out-watch the Night my cries prevent The early Morn in due Devotion spent Hear and revive thy Justice execute On lawless men preserve from their pursuit Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand Thy Judgements on eternal Bases stand RESCH. Behold my sorrows patronize my cause Thy Word perform to him that keeps thy Laws Death shall devour who thy Commands neglect Thou great in Mercy my sought life protect In all extreams I have thy Will observ'd Griev'd when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd To me who love thy Laws thy
Mercy hear my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength than I. My Soul out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King Who trust in thee Shall compass me And of thy Bounty sing PSALM CXLIII LOrd to my cries afford an ear Th' afflicted hear According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soul besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darkness hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrown My heart within me stupid grown I call to mind those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possess my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like rain by thirsty land Approach with speed my Spirits fail Thy Face unveil Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy hear Before the morning Sun appear My God thou art the only scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soul and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Inform 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 Who trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multiply'd my woes PSALM CXLIV THe Lord my Strength be only prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtful Battle given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortress high-built Tower My Rock Redeemer Shield and Power My only Confidence who still â—ubjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his frail Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanity A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoop from the bending Skies The Mountains touch and Clouds shall rise â—rom thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch down thy hand which only saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies â—â—ur'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 Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd â—ree from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foul deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treachery and guile That in their Youth our Sons may grow Like Lawrel Groves our Daughters show Like polish'd pillars deck'd with Gold Which high and Royal roofs uphold Our Magazines abound with Grain Provision of all sorts contain Increasing Flocks our Pastures fill And well-fed Steers the Fallows till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyn in dreadful fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearful shrieks disturb our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happy O thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALM CXLV I Still will of thy Glory sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall pass without thy praise Prais'd while the Sun his Beams displays Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Works which so in power excell The Beauty of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Sense Men shall thy dreadful Acts relate My Verse thy Greatness celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Justice sing For in Thee Grace and Pity live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodness Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Works transcend Even all thy Works shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy far-spreading Empire speak Thy Power to which all Powers are weak To make thy Acts to Mortals known And glory of thy awfull Throne Thy Kingdom never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustain And Souls dejected raise again All seek from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberal Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his Waies Who Mercy in his Works displaies â—s present by his power with all Who on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect Who love Him Safety shall enjoy The Lord the Wicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodness shall proclame Man-kind for ever praise his Name PSALM CXLVI Hallelu-jah O My Soul praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternal King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no help at all Nor prevent his proper fall When his parting breath expires He again to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertain 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 only Good and Just. He who Heavens blâ—w Arch display'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Main Made what ever all contain True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Souls with food sustains And unbinds the Prisoners chains To the blind restores his sight Rears who fall by wicked might Righteousness his Soul affects Friendless Strangers he protects Widdows and the Fatherless Those confounds who these oppress Zion God thy God shall raign While the Poles their Orbs sustain Hallelu-jah PSALM CXLVII JEhovah praise with one consent How comely sweet how excellent To sing our great Creators praise Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise Collecting scattered Israel That they in their own Towns may dwell He cures the sorrows of our minds Our wounds imbalms and softly binds He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames And calls them by their several Names Great is our God and great in might His Knowledge O most infinite The Humble unto Thrones erects The Insolent to Earth dejects Present your thanks to our great King On solemn Harps his Praises sing Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides And timely Rain for Earth provides With grass he clothes the pregnant Hills And hungry beasts with Herbage fills He feeds the Ravens croaking brood Left by the Old that cry for food He cares not for the strength of Horse Nor mans strong limbs and matchless force But those affects who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith O Solyma Jehovah praise To God thy Voice O Sion raise Who hath thy City fortify'd Thy streets with Citizens supply'd Firm peace in all thy borders set And fed thee with the flower of Wheat He sends forth his Commands which flie More swift than Lightning through the Skie The Snow-like Wool on