PSALM 19. (Book 19)
The Almighti Lord beeing made knowne to the World by his glorious woorks, (amongst which the Sun for beauti and power is eminent;) and moreover beeing attained to by menes of his Law and gracious Woord, the vertues and happi effects whereof are mani and memorable: DAVID praieth as wel for remission of secret, as for preseruation from presumptuous transgressions of that diuine Law; that so, secured from final defection, himself and his deuotions may be accepted of God his Redeemer.
THE heăvens declare the glori' of God; that worlds great arch foorth-tels,
"His handi woork we are himself who thousand heăvens excels.
Both day to day resounds these woords, and night to night inures
This knowelege high; which vieuing ey to muzing mynd assures.
No speach, no language under sky, which hath not heard their voice:
Their woords through earth to ends of world run rulĕd with glorious noise.
HE here the Sun in bour hath placĕd: the Sun, like bridegrome brave
Who coming foorth, like Giant stout to run his race dooth crave.
His course from utmost end of heăven he takes, and round amain
By mighti compas to' utmost end of heăven returns again.
His glistĕring rays all guild the world: no less his quicning heat,
What earth, what air, what sea containth, cheers up with comfort great.
GODS law is perfect; soules to him restoring it betakes:
His testimoni' is sure in woork; and wise evĕn children makes.
Gods iustifyĭngs are sound and straight; to raize the hart with ioy:
His mandates cleer; from clouded eys to chase their dark annoy.
The fear of God is pure; and keeps from dire corruption free:
His iudgements all as true and iust, of heăvens adored bee:
More woorth desire then treasures huge of pearl and finest gold;
More sweet then sweetest food which Bee in curious cels dooth hold.
THEN Lord, behold, thy servant warn'd, to keep thy law dezires:
Dezires thy law to keep; which kept, to high reward aspires.
Then thow inspire thy grace: and Lord, (for who his falts can knowe?)
To clenze my stains through sins unknowne thy gracious merci showe.
But strange presumptŭous sins keep off, that those may never raign:
So from the great defecting sin I cleer shall ay remain.
And so my woords from humble lips, my thoughts from thankful hart,
Thou shalt accept; O Lord, my strength, redeemer myn that art.