Wicked I have seene in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurell grow Yet vanish hence as he had never beene I sought him but he was not to be seene Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Vngodly are at once cut downe And perish without pitty or renowne The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aide depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALME XXXVIII As the 4. NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrowes wound Naile to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from paine and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sinne abounds in me Like Billowes they my head transcend Beneath their heavy load I bend My Ulcers swell Corrupt and smell Of Folly the sad end Perplext in mind I pine away And mourning wast the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o'rethrowne Through anguish of my Soule I groane Lord thou dost see My thoughts and mee My Sighs to thee are knowne My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight growes dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Part. 2 Who seeke my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deafe to them appeare As mute as if I tonguelesse were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speake nor heare Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O heare my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruine joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent My sinnes excesse I will confesse In showres of teares repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causelesse hate are multipli'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pity take Nor me in my extremes forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALME XXXIX CANT BASS I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve VVith Bit and Reines my Tongue keepe in Too prone to Sinne. Nor to their calumnie replie VVho glorie in Impietie I like a Statue silent stood Dumbe even to good My Sorrowes boyling in my brest Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Griefe a tongue Of those few dayes I have to spend And my last End Informe me Lord that I may so My Frailty know My time is made short as a Span As nothing is the Age of man Man nothing is but Vanitie Though thron'd on high Walks like a Shadow and in vaine Turmoiles with paine He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knowes not who shall prove his Heire Part. 2 Lord what expect I thou the Scope Of all my Hope Him from his loath'd Transgressions free Who trusts in Thee Nor O subject me to the Rule And proud derision of a Foole With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbeare lest instant Death Force my faint breath VVhen thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawne by the Moth Himselfe a short-lif'd vanitie And borne to die Lord to my Prayers incline thine Eare And thy afflicted Servant heare Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourne here O let me gather strength before I passe away and be no more PSALME XL. As the 2. FOR God I patiently did looke He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare And when invironed with feare From that Abysse of horror tooke Drew from the Mud and on a Rocke Establisht to indure the shocke Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise unsung before Many shall see with feare adore And trusting in th' Almighty say Who on the Lord depend are blest Who Liers and the Proud detest Many and full of wonder are The Works O Lord which Thou hast wrought What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought O who in order can declare 'T were lost endeavour to expresse Their number that are numberlesse Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants eare To Thee Oblations are not deare Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Lawes are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousnesse to all impart My lips are unrestrein'd by me Which Lord is onely knowne to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my brest But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne Part. 2 Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aide With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soule invade So changed with Iniquities That they even blind my fearefull eyes In number they my haires exceed My fainting heart pants in my brest Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let Shame at once confound them all That seeke my Soule and plot my fall Be they repulst with Infamy Who persecute with deadly hate Deservedly left desolate Who Ha Ha! in derision cry Let all who seeke thy Helpe rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poore and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy reliefe deferre PSALME XLI As the 7. VVHo duly shall the Poore regard Hath his Reward The Lord in time of Trouble shall Prevent his fall He shall among the Living rest And with the Earths increase be blest Lord render him not up to those VVho are his Foes VVhen he in sorrow languisheth Neere unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sicknesse make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soule the lothsome staines Of Sin retaines My Foes have said VVhen shall he die And yet out-live his Memory If any visit they devise Deceitfull Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischiefe load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heaven is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heele against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay In this thy Love thou dost expresse That none triumph in my distresse For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence I shall inlightned by thy Grace Behold thy Face Jehovah Israels God be
The Land by his faire Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seale his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pittie me so worne with cares Despised poore and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toile and straits wherein I live My sinnes so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent growne How are they multipli'd of late VVho hate me with a deadly hate Deliver ô from shame ptotect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve VVho constantly thy ayd expect Redeeme thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALME XXVI As the 4. LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Soules integritie How can I fall VVhen I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reines and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sinne offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In gratefull verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteeme excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwels My life ô close Not up with those VVhose sinne thy Grace expels VVho guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeeme O with thy Grace sustaine My feet now stand upon the plaine Thy Justice I VVill magnifie VVith those who feare thy Name PSALME XXVII As the 10. GOD is my Saviour my cleare light VVho then can my repose affright Or what appeare Worth such a feare My life protected by his Might Vaine hatred vaine their power That would my life devoure These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once in close Of feare I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compasse me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When stormes arise on every side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shocke Hath fixt me on a Rocke Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string Part 2 O heare thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pitty and reply VVhen thus the Lord In sweet accord Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seeke thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turne aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers knowne O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me thy Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Beare Wrath and Death My Soule had sunke beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undanted stand His heavenly Will attend VVho timely aide will send PSALME XXVIII As the 5. MY God my Rocke regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of darke Oblivion lie To my ascending Griefe give eare VVhen I my hands devoutly reare Before thy Mercie-seat with feare VVith wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate VVho speake of Peace but foster hate Such as their workes their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadfull punishment Since they will not thy Choice renowne But hate whom thou intend'st to crowne O build not up but pull them downe He heares his Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on everie side Since all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my teares devoure My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Blesse feed preserve and still advance PSALME XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Glorie give his Power proclame Magnifie and praise his Name VVorship in the Beautie blesse Beautie of his Holinesse From a darke and showring Cloud On the floods that roare aloud Harke his Voice with terrour breakes God our God in Thunder speakes Powerfull in his Voice on high Full of Power and Majestie Loftie Cedars overthrowne Cedars of steepe Libanon Calfe-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthfull Unicorne Lab'ring Clouds with Lightning torne At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for feare Shadie Forrests bare appeare His renowne by everie tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Flouds restraines He a King for ever raignes God his People shall increase Arme with Strength and blesse with Peace PSALME XXX As the 14. MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffered the proud Enemie To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arme did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vowes unto the Lord His perfect Holinesse record Whose Wrath but for a moment stayes His quickning Favour life bestowes Teares may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joyes soone-ending Woes Part. 2 In my Prosperitie I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortify'd Am like a stedfast Mountaine made But when thou hid'st thy cheerfull Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my griefe renew VVhich thus implor'd thy saving Grace VVhat profit can by bloud afford VVhen I shall to the Grave descend Can senselesse Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercie in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dauncing turn'd The Sack-cloth torne wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glorie might proclame Thy Favours in a joyfull Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALME XXXI CANT BASS VVHo trusts in Thee ô let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soule secure Lord lend a willing eare with speed protect
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
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
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the VVorld rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine 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 lead our Host against the Foe VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every Wind. My feeble knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproch hath seis'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
his bestows And crownes their eyes with sweet repose Increasing sons his Heritage Renew their age The pledges of their fruitfull love Given from above As formidable to the Foe As Arrows from a Giants bow He is belov'd of God and blest Above the rest Whose Quivers with such Shafts abound By men renown'd Nor shall his adversary dread VVhen they at the Tribunall plead PSALME CXXVIII As the 15. HAppy he who God obeys Nor from his direction straies Thou shalt of thy labours feed All shall to thy wish succeed Like a faire and fruitfull Vine By thy House thy Wife shall joyne Sons obedient to command Shall about thy Table stand Like greene plants of Olives set By the moistning rivulet He who feares the Power above Thus shall prosper in his love God shall thee from Sion blesse Thou shalt joy in the successe VVhich the Lord will Salem give While thou hast a day to live Thou shalt see our Israels peace And thy childrens large increase PSALME CXXIX As the cxi OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me may Israel say Oft from my early youth assaild As oft have their endeavours fail'd My backe with long deepe furrowes wound As Plow-shares teare the patient ground The ever Just hath broke their bands And sav'd me from their cruell hands Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed and untimely die Be they like Corne on Houses tops Which Reapers sickle never crops Nor Binder in his bosome beares But withers still before it eares No Travailer their labours blesse Nor say We wish you good successe PSALME CXXX As the 10. OVT of the horrour of the Deepe Where feare and sorrow never sleepe To thee my cries In sighes arise Lord from despaire thy servant keepe O lend a gracious eare And my petitions heare For if thou should'st our sinnes observe And punish us as we deserve Not one of all But then must fall Since all from their obedience swerve Yet art not thou severe That we thy Name might feare Thy mercies our mis-deeds transcend My hopes upon thy Truth depend Disconsolate On thee I waite As weary Centinels attend The chearefull Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes O you that are of Jacobs Race In him your Hopes and Comforts place His praises sing The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace For he will Israel Redeeme from Sin and Hell PSALME CXXXI As the 32. THou Lord my witnesse art I am not proud of heart Nor looke with lofty eyes None envy nor despise Nor to vaine pomp apply My thoughts nor sore too high But in behaviour mild And as a tender child Wean'd from his Mothers brest On thee alone I rest O Israel adore The Lord for evermore Be He the onely scope Of thy unfainting hope PSALME CXXXII As the 72. REmember David Lord remember Thou His Troubles thy Redemptions and the Vow He to the mighty God of Jacob made Bound by an Oath and in these words convay'd No Roofe shall cover me nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs or sleepe my eye-lids close Till I have found a place for his Abode Even for the Temple of the living God The Arke we heard in Ephrata long stood And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle goe And there our selves before thy Foot-stoole throw Ascend to thy eternall Rest at length Thou and the Arke of thy admired strength O let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctitie And all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy For Davids sake receive into thy Grace From thy Anointed never turne thy Face For thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget Thy Son shall long possesse thy royall Seat And if thy Children my commands observe Nor from the rules of my prescription swerve Their Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway Even while the Sun illuminates the Day For Sion I have chosen Sion great In my affections my eternall Seat I will abundantly increase her store And with the flower of Wheat susteine her poore Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring Her joyfull Saints in sacred measures sing There shall the Horne of David freshly sprout Their lamp of glory never shall burne out His Diadem shall flourish on his head But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread PSALME CXXXIII As the cxi O Blest estate blest from above When Brethren joyne in mutuall love 'T is like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head Which trickled from his Beard and Breast Downe to the bordes of his Vest 'T is like the pearles of Dew that drop On Hermons ever-fragrant top Or which the smiling Heavens distill On happy Sions sacred Hill For God hath there his favours plac't And joy which shall for ever last PSALME CXXXIV As the 47. YOu who the Lord adore And at his Altar wait VVho keepe your watch before The threshold of his Gate His praises sing By silent Night Till cheerefull light I'th'Orient spring Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recesse The Worlds Creator praise And thus the People blesse The God of Love From Sions Towers To you and yours Propitious prove PSALME CXXXV As the 72. O You who Ephods weare and Incense fling On sacred flames Jehovah's praises sing You who his Temple guard O celebrate His glorious Name his noble Acts relate How great a joy with such sincere delight To crowne the Day and entertaine the Night For Israel is his choice and Jacobs Race His treasure and the object of his Grace In power how infinite how much before Those mortall gods whom franticke men adore All on his Will depend all homage owe In Heaven in Earth and in the Depths below At his command exhaled Vapors rise And in condensed clouds obscure the Skies From thence in showres He horrid Lightning flings And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings He the first-borne of Men and Cattell slew Fresh streams of bloud the Towns and Plains imbrew Th' inhabitants that drinke of Nilus floud At his confounding Wonders trembling stood Part. 2 Great Princes who excell'd in fortitude And mighty Nations by his power subdu'd Strong Sihon whom the Amorites obey'd And strenuous Og who Bashans Scepter sway'd With all the Kingdomes of the Cananites Who to the Conquerours resigne their rights To whom he their dismantled Cities grants And in those fruitfull fields his Hebrews plants Thy Name shall last unto eternity And thy immortall Fame shall never die Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect Advance the Humble and the Proud deject Those helplesse gods ador'd in forraign Lands Are Gold and Silver wrought by humane hands Blind Eyes have they deafe Eares still silent Tongues Nor breath exhale from their unactive lungs VVho made resemble them and such are those VVho in such senselesse stocks their hopes repose O praise the Lord you who from Israel spring His Praises O you Sons of Aaron sing You of the House of Levi praise his Name All you who God adore his Praise proclaime From Sion praise the onely Good and Great Who in
Weake Now in the change of Fortune faint and breake Into offences aggravate thy harmes Forsake thy strength and cast away thy armes Is this thy Piety thy Confidence Thy hope and Life untainted with offence Consult with former Ages Have they knowne The guiltlesse perish or the Iust ore ' throwne But those who plow with vice and mischiefe throw Into the furrowes reape the Seed they sow God shall destroy them with his Nostrils breath And send them weeping to the caves of Death For he the raging Lyonesse confounds The roaring Lyon with his javelin wounds Scatters their Whelps their grinders breakes so they With the old Hunter starve for want of Prey Now when the Night her sable wings had spred And sleepe his Deaw on pensive Mortals shed When Visions in their aiery shapes appeare A Voice not humane whispered in mine eare My knees each other struck the frighted blood Fled to my heart my haire like bristles stood An Angel then appear'd before my sight Yet could no shape discerne so great a light He threw about him forthwith silence brake And thus to me intranc'd with wonder spake Shall mortall Man that is but borne to die Compare in Iustice and Integritie With him who made him he who must descend Againe to Earth and in Corruption end His Angels were imperfect in his sight Although indu'd with Intellectuall Light Whom he accus'd of folly much more they Who dwell in houses built of brittle clay Which have their weake foundations in the dust The food of wormes and Times devouring Rust They to the Evening from the Sunnes uprise Are exercis'd with change of Miseries Then unregarded set in endlesse Night Nor ever shall review the Morning light Thus all their Glories vanish with their breath They and their Wisedomes vanquished by Death Chap. 5 Now try what Patron can thy cause defend What Saint wilt thou solicite or what Friend The Storme of his owne rage the foole confounds And Envies rankling sting th' imprudent wounds Oft have I seene him like a Cedar spread His ample Roote and his ambitious Head With Clouds invest then to th' amaze of all Plow up the Earth with his prodigious fall His wandring Orphans finde no safe retreat But friendlesse suffer at the Iudgement-Seat The greedy eate the harvest of their toile Snatcht from the scratching thornes to theives a spoile Though Sorrow spring not from the wombe of Earth Nor troubles from the Dust derive their Birth Yet man is borne to numerous Miseries As dying Sparks from trembling flames arise Should I the burthen of thy face sustaine I would not justifie myselfe in vaine But at his feet my humble Soule deject With prayers and teares who wonders can effect As infinite as great and farre above That Spheare wherein our low Conceptions move He waters from celestiall Casements powers Which fall upon the furrowed Earth in showers To comfort those who mourne in want and give The famisht food that they may eate and Live The Counsels of the Subtill he prevents And by his wisedome frustrates their Intents Intangles in the Snares themselves contrive Who desperately to their owne Ruine drive They meete with Darknesse in the clearest Light And grope at Noone as if involv'd with Night Licentious Swords Oppression arm'd with power Nor Envies jawes the Righteous shall devoure They ever hope though exercis'd with care The wicked silen'st by their owne despaire Happy is he whom Gods owne hands chastise Since so let none his Chastisements despise For he both hurts and heales binds up againe The wounds he made and mittigates their paine In sixe afflictions will thy refuge be And from the seventh and last shall set thee free From meager Famines bloodlesse Massacrees And from the cruell thirst of horrid Warres Preserved from the scourge of poysonous tongues The sting of Malice and insulting Wrongs Thou shalt in safetie smile when all the Earth Shall suffer by the rage of Warre and Death The Midian Tyger The Arabian Beare Nor Idumaean Lion shalt thou feare They all their native fiercenesse shall decline And senselesse Stones shall in thy aide combine Thy Tents shall flourish in the Joyes of Peace The wealth and Honour of thy House increase Thy Children and their off-spring shall abound Like blades of grasse that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of Dayes like waighty shocks of Corne In season reapt shall to thy grave be borne This truth by long experience learnt apply Chap. 6 To thy Disease and on the cure relye Then Iob Oh were my sufferings duly waigh'd Were they together in one Balance laid The Sands whereon the rowling Billowes roare Were lesse in waight and not in number more My words are swallowed in these Deaths of woes While Stormes of sighes my silent griefe disclose Gods Arrowes on my breast descend in showers There stick and poyson all my vitall powers 'T is he who armes against a Mortall beares Subdues my strength and chils my heart with feares Doe hungry Asses in fresh pastures bray Or Oxen low before full cribs of hay Oh can unseas'ned cates the guest invite What taste is in an Eggs unsavory white My lothing soule abhors your bitter food Which sorrow feeds and turnes my teares to blood Oh that the Lord would favour my request And send my Soule to her eternall rest Deliver from this Dungeon which restraines Her liberty and breake Afflictions chaines Then should my Torments finde a sure reliefe And I become insensible of griefe Oh by not sparing cure his wounds who hath Divulg'd thy truth and still preserv'd his faith What strength have I to hope or to what end Should I on such a wasted Life depend Was I by rocks ingendred ribd with steele Such tortures to resist or not to feele No hope no comfort but in Death is left Thus torne with wounds of all my Joyes bereft True Friends who feare their Maker should impart Soft pittie to a sad and broken Heart But Oh the great in vowes and neare in Blood Forsake me like the torrent of a Flood Which in the winding vallies glides away And scarce maintaines the Current of a Day Or stands in solid Ice conceal'd with Snow But when the lowdly-storming South winds blow And mounted Sun invades it with his beames Dissolves and scatters his exhausted Streames Who from the parched fields of Thema came From Shaeba scorched with etheriall Flame In expectation to asswage their thirst Deluded blusht and his dry channels curst So you now cease to be what once you were And view my downfall with the eyes of Feare Have I requir'd your bounty to repaire My ruin'd fortunes was it in my praier That you for me the Mighty would oppose And in a just revenge pursue my foes If I have err'd instruct me tell wherein My tongue shall never justifie a Sin Although a due reproofe informe the Sense Detraction is the Gall of Impudence Why adde you sorrow to a troubled mind Passion must speake her words are but as wind Against
They to their sinnes rebellion adde who jest At their Instructors and with God contest Chap. 35 These Arguments thus urg'd the zealous youth Proceeds and aid Art thou inform'd by truth That dar'st preferre thine owne integritie As if more just then he who sits on high And say ô I am innocent in vaine Have to no end preserv'd my life from staine Now give me leave to answer thee and those Who Gods all-guiding Providence oppose O Iob from Heaven to Earth erect thine eyes Behold the vaste extension of the skies The sayling Clouds by Exhalations fed How farre are these advanc'd above thy head Can thy accumulated vices reach Yet higher and his Happinesse impeach What can thy Righteousnesse to him bequeath Can God a Benefit from Man receive Although thy Sinne a Mortall may destroy Thy Justice succour and confirme his joy Those whom too-powerfull Insolence oppresse Weepe-out their eyes and howle in their distresse None cry where is my God! who all our wrongs Will vindicate and turne our sighes to Songs Enobles with an Intellectuall Soule More rationall then beast more wise then fowle None shall the others sufferings regard The eares of Pittie by their vices barr'd For God will not relieve th'unpenitent Nor to the prayer 's of wicked Soules consent Much lesse to his who sayes I never more Shall see his face nor he my Joyes restore Let no such desperate thoughts thy soule infect But calmely suffer and his grace expect In both to blame Though thou his wrath incense Thy punishment is lesse then thy offence Judge you how undiscreetly Iob complaines And by extolling his owne Justice staines Chap. 36 A little longer suffer me while I Proceed in this Divine Apology And from a far-remov'd Originall His Judgements vindicate who made us all No Fucus nor vaine supplement of Art Shall falsifie the Language of my Heart He who is perfect and abhors untruth With heavenly Influence inspires my youth For the Omnipotent is onely wise Nor will the great in Power the weake despise His Hands the poore from violence defend While Sin-defiled Soules to Hell descend Beholds the just with Eyes that ever wake With Princes ranck't whose thrones no Tempests shake Or if their vices cast them to the ground If in the fetters of affliction bound He to their trembling Consciences displayes Their former lives and errours of their wayes Then opens wide the porches of their eares And their long vailed eyes from darknesse cleares That they themselves may see instructions heare Returne from Sin and their Creator feare They shall their happy Dayes in pleasure spend And full of yeares in peace their progresse end But if they disobey the Sword shall shed Their guilty blood and mix them with the Dead For the Deluder hastens his owne fall Nor will in trouble on the Almightie call Who on the Beds of sinne supinely lye They in the Summer of their age shall die God will the penitent to Grace restore Taught by affliction to offend no more So from these fearefull straights would thee have led Inlarg'd thy passage and with marrow fed But thou through wicked Counsels hast rebell'd And therefore justly by his Judgements held O feare his wrath should'st thou be swept away Not Mines of Treasure could thy Ransome pay Cares he for wealth Though Gold on Earth command No Gold or force can free thee from his hand Let not thy desperat soule desire that Night Which from the living takes the last of Light Nor by the guide of sorrow blindly erre And Death before due Chastisements preferre Lo he his truth exalts who so compleat As he in Power whose Knowledge is so great Who can to him prescribe a Path or say Thy Judgements from the tract of Justice stray O rather praise the workes his hands have wrought By all beheld with Admiration fraught His Glory but in part to man appeares Who knowes him or the number of his yeares He the congealed vapors melts againe Extenuated into drops of Raine VVhich on the thirstie Earth in showers distill And all that life possesse with plenty fill VVho can the extension of his Clouds explore Or tell how they in their collisions roare Guilt with the flashes of their horrid light Yet darken all below with their owne Night Judgement and bountie each from hence proceeds With these his Creatures punisheth and feeds With these the Beautie of the Day immures And all the Ornaments of Heaven obscures Forthwith aeriall Tumults wound the Eare Whose heat and cold the Clouds asunder teare Chap. 37 O how they terrifie my panting heart Ready to breake my fivers and depart Hearke how his thunder from their entrailes breakes The voyce of God when he in fury speakes Which roles in globes of pitch below the skies To Earths extent his winged lightning flies Pursu'de by hideous fragors though before The flames descend they in their breaches roare His farre-resounding voyce reports his ire His Indignation flowes in streames of fire O who can apprehend his excellence Whose wonders passe the reach of humane sense He gives the winters Snow her aërie birth And bids her virgin fleeces cloth the Earth Now he her face renew's with fruitfull showres Now Cataracts upon her bosome powres VVhose falling spouts the Hands of Labour tie VVhen Swaines for shelter to their houses flye Yet on their former toyle reflect their care Then salvage Beasts to their darke dennes repaire Loud Tempests from the Cloudie South breake forth And cold out of the Cloud-repelling North. The fields with rigid frost grow stiffe and gray The rivers solid and forget their way Sad clouds with frequent teares themselves impaire And those that shone with lightning fleet to ayre At his obey'd decree returne againe T' afflict the Earth or comfort it with raine Thus Judgement and sweet Mercy which depend Upon his beck to men in Clouds descend This heare ô Job with silence fixed stand Review the wonders of his mighty Hand Know'st thou how God collects the must'red Clouds How in their darknesse he his lightning shrouds How by him ballanc'd in the weightlesse Aire Canst thou the wisedome of his workes declare Or know'st thou how thy Garments warmer grow VVhen dropping Southerne gales begin to blow Wer 't thou then present when his hands displaid The firmament of liquid Chrystall made If so instruct what we to God should say Who in so darke a night have lost our way What can we urge that is to him unknowne Or who contend and not be overthrowne Who on the Sunne can gaze with constant eyes When purging winds from vapors cleare the skies And Northerne gales his shining face unfold Much lesse the Majestie of God behold O how inscrutable his equitie Twins with his Power Will he the Just destroy For this to be ador'd yet cannot find Among the Sonnes of men a prudent mind Chap. 38 Then from a Globe of curling Clouds which brake Into a radiant flame Jehova spake What Mortall thus through ignorance profanes My darkned counsels
blame Is thy weake Arme as strong as Gods can'st thou In thunder speake the Sea with Tempests plow Come deck thy selfe with Beauties Excellence VVith Majestie and Sun-like Rayes dispense The fury of thy wrath like lightning fling On bold offenders Pride to ruine bring Those with the surfeits of excesse destroy Who in their uncontrouled vices joy Hide them together in the Caves of Night There bind them never to behold the Light Then will I say that thou thy selfe can'st save From wasting Age Destruction and the Grave With thee I made the mighty Elephant VVho Oxe-like feeds on every herbe and plant His mighty strength lyes in his able Loynes And where the flexure of his Navell joynes His stretcht-out tayle presents a Mountaine Pine The Sinewes of his Stones like Cords combine His Bones the hammer'd Steele in strength surpasse His sides are fortifi'd with Ribs of Brasse Of Gods great workes the chiefe lo he who made This knowing Beast hath arm'd him with a blade He feed's on lofty Hils nor lives by prey About their gentle Prince his Subjects play His limbs he coucheth in the cooler shades Oft when Heavens burning Eye the fields invades To Marishes resorts obscur'd with Reedes And hoary Willowes which the moysture feeds The chiding Currents at his entry rise VVho quivering Jordan swallowes with his Eyes Can the bold Hunter take him in a Toyle Or by the Trunck produce him as his Spoyle Chap. 41 Can'st thou with a weake Angle strike the Whale Catch with a hooke or with a noose inthrall Drag by a slender Line unto the Shore His huge Jaw with a twig or Bulrush bore VVill he his pittifull complaints renew For freedome with afflicted Language sue Become thy willing Vassall canst thou still Subject him to the Service of thy Will And like a Sparrow fetter'd in a String The plaid-with Monster to the Virgins bring Shall thy Companions feast upon his spoile Or wilt thou to the Merchant sell his Oyle Can'st thou with Fisgigs pierce him to the quicke Or in his skull thy barbed Trident sticke Then hasten to the charge Yet Souldier feare Thinke of the Battaile and in time forbeare Vaine are their hopes who seeke by force or slight To vanquish him who conquers with his sight VVhat Mortall dare with such a foe contend Much lesse his hand against his Maker bend Can gifts my grace ingage when all below The lofty Sunne is mine what can I owe This wonder of the Deepe his mightie force And goodly forme shall furnish our discourse Who can devest him of his waves bestride His monstrous Backe and with a Bridle ride His Heads huge Dores unlocke whose jawes with great And dreadfull teeth in treble rankes are set Arm'd with refulgent Shields together join'd And seal'd-up to resist the ruffling wind The neather by the upper fortifi'd No force their Combination can divide His sneezings set on fire the foaming Brine His round Eyes like the Mornings Eye-lids shine Infernall Lightning sallies from his Throat Ejected Sparkes upon the Billowes float A cloud of Smoake from his wide Nostrils flyes As Vapors from a boyling Furnace rise He burning Coles exhales and vomits flames His strength the Empire of the Ocean claimes Loud Tempests roaring flouds and what affright The trembling Sailer turne to his delight The flakes of his tough flesh so firmely bound As not to be divorced by a wound His Heart a solid Rocke to feare unknowne And harder than the Grinders nether Stone The sword his armed sides in vaine assailes No Dart nor Lance can penetrate his Scales Who Brasse as rotten wood and Steele no more Regards then Reeds that bristle on the Shore Dreads he the twanging of the Archers String Or singing Stones from the Phaenician sling Darts he esteemes as Straw asunder torne The shaking of the Javelin laughes to scorne He ragged Stones beneath his Belly spreads To his repose as soft as downye Beds The Seas before him like a Caldron boyle And in the fervour of their Motion foyle A Light stroke from the floods detects his way Who covers their aspiring heads with gray Of all whom ample Earths round shoulders beare None equall this created without feare What ever is exalted he disdaines And as a King among the Mightie raignes Chap. 42 O Father I acknowledge Job repli'd Thy all effecting Power O who can hide His thoughts from thee who can reverse or shun Thy just Decree what thou would'st doe is done I heard thee say Dare brutish Man profane My darkned Counsels and of God complaine Great Judge I in thy Mirror see my shame Those Lips that justifi'd my guilt proclaime Our knowledge is but ignorance and wee The Sonnes of Folly if compar'd with thee Thy wayes and sacred Mysteries transcend Their Apprehensions who in Death must end O to my Prayers afford a gracious Eare Instruct thy Servant and his Darknesse cleare I of thy Excellence have oft beene told But now my ravish't eyes thy Face behold Who therefore in this weeping Palinod Abhorre my selfe that have displeas'd my God In Dust and Ashes mourne Nor will my feares Forsake me till I cleanse my Soule with teares VVhen contrite Job had this submission made The Lord to Eliphas of Theman said Against thee and thy two Associates My Anger burnes and hastens to your fates Since you unlike my Servant Iob have err'd And Victory before the Truth preferr'd Seven spotlesse Rams seven Bulls that never bare The yoake select with these to Iob repaire Their bleeding Limbs upon my Altar lay His ready Charitie for you shall pray And reconcile my wrath Else merited Revenge should forthwith send you to the Dead VVho have my Rule and providence profan'd Nor like my Servant Iob the truth maintain'd Then Bildad Eliphas and Zophar came To their old Friend The feasted Altars flame For whom that injur'd Saint devoutly pray'd And with the Incensed their attonement made Even in that pious Duty the most High Beheld his Patience with a tender Eye From envious Satans tyranny releast Dry'd-up his teares and with aboundance blest His Brothers and his Sisters all the traine That follow'd his Prosperitie againe Present their visits at his table feed Bemone and Comfort Joyes his griefe succeed With Gold and Silver they increase his Store And gave the precious Earerings which they wore So that Jehova blest his latter Dayes More then the first His Losse with Interest payes His Droves of Asses Camels heards of Neat And flocks of Sheepe grew shortly twice as great Blest with Seven sonnes three Daughters who for faire Might with the Beauties of the Earth compare One call'd Jemima of the rising Light A second for her sweetnesse Cassia hight The youngest Kerenhappa of the powre And rayes of beauty Rich in Natures Dowre As in their Fathers Love who gave them shares Among his Sonnes and joyn'd them with his heires Iob seven-score yeares his Miseries surviv'd His Childrens Children saw those who deriv'd From them their birth even to the fourth descent And
with what 's Divine Like Art and Paintings laid upon a Face Of it selfe sweet which more Deforme then Grace Yet as the Church with Ornaments is Fraught Why may not That be too which There is Taught And sure that Vessell of Election Paul Who Iudais'd with Iewes was All to All So to Gaine some would be at least Content Some for the Curious should be Eloquent For since the Way to Heaven is Rugged who Would have the Way to that Way be so too Or thinks it fit we should not leave obtaine To learne with Pleasure what we Act with Paine Since then Some stop unlesse their Path be Even Nor will be led by Soloecismes to Heaven And through a Habit scarce to be control'd Refuse a Cordial when not brought in Gold Much like to them to that Disease Inur'd Which can be no way but by Musick cur'd I Ioy in Hope that no small Piety Will in their Colder Hearts be Warm'd by Thee For as none could more Harmony dispense So neither could thy flowing Eloquence So well in any Task be us'd as this To Sound His Praises forth whose Gift it is Cui non certaverit ullae Aut tantum fluere aut totidem dur are per annos FALKLAND An Ode to my worthy Kinsman Mr. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the Psalmes O Breath againe that holy Lay Did convay Vnto my soule so sweet a Fire I desire That all my Senses charm'd to Eare Should fix there O might this sacred Anthem last Till Time's past Vntill we warble forth a higher In the Quire Of Angels till the Spheares keepe time To your Rime Amphion did a Citie raise By his Layes The Stones did dance into a Wall At his call But your divinely-tuned Aire Doth repaire Ev'n Man himselfe whose stony Heart By this Art Rebuildeth of its owne accord To the Lord A Temple breathing holy Songs In strange Tongues You fit both Davids Lyre and Notes To our Throats See the greene Willow now not weares Of their Teares The sadly silent Trophyes we From the Tree Take downe the Hebrew Harps and reach In our speech What ever we doe hate what feare What love deare Now in faint Accents praising God For his Rod Since that his punishing a Child Must be stil'd A Blessing But our thankfull Layes Doe his Praise Sound in the loudest Key when e're He drawes neare In Mercy not affrighting Power In that Houre New Life approacheth Then our Ioy Doth employ Each Facultie and Tune each Aire To a Prayre But by and by our Sins doe cause A sad Pause Our Hands lift-up and cast-downe Eyes Our faint Cryes Doe in their sadly-pleasing Tones Speake our Mones In stead of Harps we strike our Brests All the Rests Attend this Musicke are a Teare Which Sighes beare In their soft Language up on high To the Skie Whence God delighted with our Griefe Sends Reliefe Thus unto You we owe the Ioyes The Sweet Noise Of our ravisht Soules we borrow Hence our Sorrow Repentant Sorrow which doth glad Not make sad We weepe in your Lines we rejoyce In your Voyce Whose pleasing Language fanns the Fire Of Desire Which flames in Zeale and calmly fashions All our Passions Which you so sweetly have exprest Some have guest We Hallelu-jahs shall reherse In your Verse Then be secure your well-tun'd Breath Shall now out-live the Date of Death And when Fate pleases you shall have Still-Musick in the silent Grave You from Above shall heare each day One Dirge dispatcht unto your Clay These your owne Anthemes shall become Your lasting Epicedium Dudly Digges To the Reader THe Paraphrase upon the Psalmes though here ranck't according to the Chronology was first writ and published and therefore these verses doe in time precede those that are fixt in the Front of the Volume A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME 1. BASS CANT THat man is truely blest who never strayes By false advice nor walks in Sinners wayes Nor sits infected with their scornefull pride VVho God contemne and Pietie deride But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heavenly Lawes those studies day and night He shall be like a Tree that spreads his root By living streames producing timely fruit His leafe shall never fall the Lord shall blesse All his indeavours with desir'd successe Men lost in Sinne unlike rewards shall find Disperst like chaffe before the furious wind Their guilt shall not that horrid Day indure Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure For God approves those wayes the Righteous tread But sinfull Paths to sure destruction leade PSALME II. BASS CANT HOwe are the Gentiles all on fire Why rage they with vaine menacings Earths haughtie Potentates and Kings ' Gainst God against his Christ conspire Breake we say they their servile bands And cast their cords from our free hands But God from his coelestiall Throne Shall laugh and their attempts deride Then high incenst thus checke their pride His Wrath in their confusion showne Loe I my King have crown'd and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill That great Decree I shall declare For thus I heard Iehovah say Thou art my Sonne begot this day Request and I will grant thy praier Subject all Nations to thy Throne And make the Sea-bound Earth thine owne Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway Like earthen vessels breake their bones Be wise O you who sit on Thrones And Iudges grave advice obey With joyfull Feare O serve the Lord With trembling Joy embrace his Word In due of Homage kisse the Sonne Lest He his wrathfull lookes display And so you perish in the way His anger newly but begunne Then blessed onely are the Just Who on th' Anointed fixe their trust PSALME III. CANT BASS MY God how are my foes increast What multitudes against me rise Who say Give we his Soule no rest Whom God forsakes and Men despise But thou art my Support my Tower My Safetie my choise Ornament Before thy Throne my Prayers I powre Heard from thy Sions high ascent No feares affright my soft repose Thou my Night-watch my Guard by day Not Myriads of armed Foes Nor Treasons secret hands dismay Arise ô vindicte my Cause My Foes whom wicked Hate provoke Thou Lord hast smit their cancred jawes And all their teeth asunder broke Thou Lord the onely Hope of those Who thee with holy Zeale adore Whose all-protecting Armes inclose Their Safetie who thy Aid implore PSALME IV. CANT BASS THou Guardian of my truth and me That from these straits hast set me free O heare my prayer Be I thy care For mercie lives in thee You sonnes 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 soveraigntie invest His gentle eare Prepar'd to heare My never vaine request Sinne not but feare surcease and try Your hearts as on your beds you lie Pure gifts present With pure intent And
corners kill His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poore are bent Part. 2 He like a Lion in his den Awaits to catch oppressed men Who unaware Light in his snare His couched limbs contracts that then with all his strength he may Rush on his wretched prey His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides his face he mindes it not Arise O Lord Draw thy just sword Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poore and desolate O shield them from his hate Why should the wicked God despise And say he lookes with carelesse eyes Their well seene spight Thou shalt requite The poore O Lord on Thee relies Thou help'st the fatherlesse Whom cruell men oppresse Asunder breake the armes of those VVho ill affect and good oppose Their crimes explore Untill no more Lurke in their bosomes to disclose Eternall King thy Hand Hath chac'd them from thy Land Lord thou hast heard thy Servants prayer Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare Thy gracious Eare Inclin'd to heare The Fatherlesse and worne with care Judge thou that Mortalls may No more with outrage sway PSALME XI As the 9. MY God on Thee my hopes relie VVhy say they to my troubled Soule Arise up to your Mountaine flie Flie quickely like a chaced Foule For loe the wicked bend their bowes Their arrowes fitt with secret Art That closely they may shoot at those VVho are upright and pure in heart If their foundation be destroy'd VVhat can the Righteous build upon God in his Temple doth abide Heaven is the great Jehovah's Throne His Eyes behold his Eye-lids trie The Sonnes of men allowes the best But such as joy in crueltie The Lord doth from his Soule detest Snares horrid Tempest Brimstone Fire Their portion on their heads shall light Th'intirely Just affects th' Intire For ever precious in his sight PSALME XII HElpe Lord for Godly men decay From Mortalls Faith enforced flies And with their sins Companions they Talke of affected Vanities Their flattering Tongues abound with Lies Their double Hearts bent to betray God shall those flattering Lips confound And Tongues which swell with proud Disdaine Whose boastings arrogantly sound Our Tongues the conquest shall obtaine They are our owne who shall restraine Or to our Wills prescribe a bound But forth ' Oppression of the Poore And VVretches sighes which pierce the Skies VVho pitie at his Throne implore The Lord hath said I will arise And from their Foes who them despise Deliver all that me adore Gods Vvord is pure as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd His Armes for ever shall infold All those who in his truth abide The wicked range on every side VVhen vitious men the Scepter hold PSALME XIII CANT BASS HOw long Lord let me not For ever be forgot How long my God wilt thou Contract thy clouded brow How long in mind perplext Shall I be daily vext How long shall he controll Who persecutes my soule Consider heare my cries Illuminate mine eyes Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleepe in Death Lest my insulting Foe Boast in my overthrow And those who would destroy In my subversion joy But I Thou ever Just Will in thy Mercie trust And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place My Songs shall sing thy Praise That hast prolong'd my Dayes PSALME XIIII CANT BASS THe foole hath said in his false heart God cares not what to Man succeeds Abominable are their deeds All ill affect from Good depart Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestiall Throne To see if there were any one That understood or sought his Face All from forsaken Truth are flowne Corrupt in Bodie such in Soule Defil'd within without as foule None Good indeavours no not One. Are all that worke Iniquitie By Ignorance so blindly led My People they devoure like Bread Nor call on him who sits on high Their Consciences with terrour quake Since God doth with the Just abide For Poore mens Counsels they deride VVho him for their Protection take O that unto thy Israel Salvation might from Sion Spring When God shall us from Bondage bring No joy shall Jacobs joy excell PSALME XV. CANT BASS VVHo shall in thy Tent abide On thy Holy Hill reside He that 's Just and Innocent Tells the truth of his intent Slanders none with venom'd Tongue Feares to doe his Neighbour wrong Fosters not base Infamies Vice beholds with scornefull Eyes Honours those who feare the Lord Keepes though to his losse his Word Takes no Bribes for wicked ends Nor to Use his Money lends Who by these directions guide Their pure steps shall never slide PSALME XVI As the 8. PReserve me my undoubted Aid To whom thou O my Soule hast said Thou art my God no good in me Nor Merit can extend to Thee But to thy blessed Saints that dwell On Earth whose Graces most excell Those ravish me with pure delight Their sorrowes shall be infinite Who other Gods with gifts adore Their bloudie Offerings I abhorre Nor shall their Names my Lips profane But God my Lot will still maintaine He is my Portion he bestowes The Cup that with his Bountie flowes I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd A faire and large Possession gain'd The Lord will I for ever praise Whose Counsels have inform'd my VVayes And my inflamed Zeale excite To serve him in the silent Night He is my Object by his Hand Confirm'd immoveable I stand Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest Thou wilt not leave my Soule alone In Hell nor let thy Holy One Corruption see but that High-way To Everlasting Life display Thy Presence yeelds intire delight At thy Right hand Joyes infinite PSALME XVII As the 31. LOrd grant my just Request O heare my crie And Pray'rs that lips untoucht with guile unfold My Cause before thy High Tribunall try And let thine Eyes my Righteoussnesse behold Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recesse Like mettall try'st me yet no Drosse hast found I am resolv'd my Tongue shall not transgresse But on thy Word will all my Actions ground So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants flie O lest I slip direct my Steps by Thine I Thee invoke for thou wilt heare my Crie Thine Eare to my afflicted Voice incline O shew thy wondrous Love Thou from their Foes Preservest all that on thy Ayd depend Lord as the Apple of the Eye inclose And over me thy shadie Wings extend Part 2 For Impious men and such as deadly hate My guiltlesse Soule have compast me about Who swell with Pride inclos'd with their owne fat And words of contumely thunder out Our traced steps intrap as in a Toile Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes Like famisht Lions eager of their Spoile Or Lions Whelpes close lurking to surprise Arise prevent him from his Glory hurl'd My pensive Soule from the Devourer save From Men which are thy scourge Men of the World VVho in this Life alone their Portion have Fill'd with thy secret Treasure
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 heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure 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 performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke 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 worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls 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 thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores 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 PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke 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 Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
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
this did I with silence see So as thou thought'st that I was like to thee But I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect Lest I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Soules shall my Salvation see PSALME LI. As the 3. LORD to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streames of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soule O cleanse me from my bloudy Deed That to my Selfe appeare so foule And now in true Contrition bleed My sinnes unmask't before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confesse to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice knowne In sinne conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suckt I from my Mothers brest Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdome is a constant guest With Hysope purge from blemish cleare O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission heare The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A cleane Heart in my brest create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Part. 2 Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quickening Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heavenly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer cleanse from blood The Soule that will thy Mercie praise Give Thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodnesse shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is Thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foule crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Armes imbrace And faire Jerusalem immure Then we with due Solemnitie To Thee our gratefull Vowes will pay And Buls which never Yoke did try Vpon thy flaming Altar lay PSALME LII As the 32. O Thou in Mischiefe great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with sraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evill dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Vertue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Stuctures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then teare thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Feare Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsooke Nor for his refuge tooke Selfe-strengthning with excesse Of Wealth and Wickednesse But I shall planted be Like a greene Olive-tree In Gods owne House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALME LIII As the 12. FOoles flattering their owne vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To setter Nature quench her flame When all this Vniversall Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The feare and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Thinke nothing that delights them vile Their Soules with wicked thoughts defile And all their foule Desires fulfill God from the Tower of Heaven his eies On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statues knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Vertue prise O deafe to good in knowledge blind By Sinne through clouds of errour led Dull sensuall Formes without a Mind Nor slow though certaine Vengeance dread The Righteous they devoure like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrors shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty feare God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Armes against him beare Nor they their infamy out-weare Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-starre might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expell When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy should Jacobs joy excell PSALME LIV. As the 4. LORD for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O heare my cries VVhich with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruell men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppresse my Foes O side with those VVho to my Soule are true VVith vengeance recompense their hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And Thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be VVho from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALME LV. As the 39. LORD to my Prayers incline thine Eare Th' afflicted heare Nor be thou Deafe to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighes the grones the cries VVhich from my pensive Soule arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe VVhich storme-like grow And by blood-thirsty Violence Truth my offence VVho slander with their wounding tongues And presse me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Feare dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calme Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I finde some Wildernesse Removed farre from mans accesse Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadfull Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter then the VVind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Part. 2 Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walke the Round Rape Mischiefe Teares within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly Reigne Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union growne As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsell led Let Death devoure them let them dive To Hell alive With mischiefe their proud roofes abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soule shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call Part. 3 My prayers shall with the Suns up rise Ascend the Skies Part. 3 Renew'd when he at Noone displayes His fervent Rayes When he behinde the Earth descends And Day out-worne with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Spheares And pierce his Eares He shall my captive Soule release And crowne with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternall Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who onely change from bad to worse Nor feare his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words then Butter smoother farre His Thoughts of Warre Words softer then the
will I celebrate thy Praise My thankefull Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Then Buls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Hornes with Garlands dight This shall the Meeke with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joyes Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poore regards and those VVho for his sake affliction trie Round Earth deepe Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnifie VVho crownes his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Judah's Cities build againe VVhere they shall ever live secure A faire inheritance obtaine There shall their blessed Seed remaine And safely that rich Soile manure PSALME LXX As the 5. HAst Lord from such as would devoure Defend by thy almightie Power Delay not in so fear'd an Houre But let confusion seaze on those Who seeke my Soule to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrowes Let those with infamie returne Dejected and unpittied mourne Who laugh and blast me with their scorne Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safetie feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poore and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALME LXXI As the 34. I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foule Infamy Lord in thy Justice save Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably heare my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortresse of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rocke my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Seruants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruell might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their prey become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I reli'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the wombe From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigie they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Starres thy glory raise While Sunnes shall set and rise Part 2 O cast not off when full of dayes Forsake not when my Strength decayes Watcht by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey VVho shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And helpe him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soule Let Death their impious rage controule And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousnesse display Thy manifold Deliveries VVhich ô no number can comprise Thus spend the harmelesse Day I in thy Strength though old and weake VVill walke and of thy Justice speake Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this houre with single Truth Thy wondrous workes have showne Part 3 Now in the VVinter of my yeares VVhen Time hath snow'd upon my haires Abandon not ô Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mightie Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me laine Yet shalt thou quicken me againe And from Earths entrailes free Still thou my glorie wilt increase And comfort with the joyes of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harpe will sing Thy praises O eternall King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soule consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclaime That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALME LXXII CANT BASS THe King Jehovah with thy Justice crowne And in a God-like reigne his Son renowne He shall with equitie thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice waigh Then little Hils shall riot with increase And Mountaines flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poore from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restlesse Sunne directs the Yeare While Moones increase and waine thy Name shall feare He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showres Which cloath the Earth and fill her Lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Raies He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reigne From swift Euphrates to the farthest Maine The wilde Inhabitants that live by prey In scortched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall licke the Dust rich with their Spoyles Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Iles Shall orient Pearle and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Cassia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring Part. 2 All Kings shall homage to this King affoord All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed heare the Poore defend The Needie save and such as have no friend Redeeme their Soules from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourely pray His Praises sing and blesse him Day by Day Ranke crops of Corne shall on high Mountaines grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grasse which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sunne illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! That King of Kings Who onely can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Sonne of Iesse A PARAPHRASE VPON THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME LXXIII As the 1. THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path VVhen I the Foole beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swolne eyes shine with uncontroll'd excesse Who more then what their hearts can wish possesse Even glory in their foule Impietie And speake like Thunder from the troubled Skie Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldome through their Scandall stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with successe are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of
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
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
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides