A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys

A PARAPHRASE VPON THE PSALMES OF DAVID.

By G. S.

Set to new Tunes for private Devotion: And a thorow Base, for Voice, or Instrument. BY HENRY LAWES Gentleman of His Majesties Chappell Royall.

To the King.

OVR graver Muse from her long Dreame awakes, Peneian Groves, and Cirrha's Caves forsakes: Inspir'd vvith Zeale, she climbes th' Aethereall Hils Of Solyma, where bleeding Balme distils; VVhere Trees of Life unfading Youth assure, And Living VVaters all Diseases cure: VVhere the Svveet Singer, in coelestiall Laies, Sung to his solemne Harp Iehovah's Praise. From that falne Temple, on her vvings she beares Those Heavenly Raptures to your sacred Eares: Not that her bare and humble Feet aspire To mount the Threshold of th'harmonious Quire; But that at once she might Oblations bring To God; and Tribute to a god-like King. And since no narrovv Verse such Mysteries, Deepe Sense, and high Expressions could comprise; Her labouring VVings a larger compasse flie, And Poesie resolves vvith Poesie: Lest she, vvho in the Orient clearly rose, Should in your Western World obscurely close.

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To the Queene.

O You, vvho like a fruitfull Vine, To this our Royall Cedar joyne: Since it vvere impious to divide, In such a Present, Hearts so ty'd; Vrania your chast eares invites To these her more sublime Delights. Then, with your zealous Lover, daigne To enter Davids numerous Fane. Pure Thoughts his Sacrifices are; Sabaean Incense, fervent Prayer; This holy Fire fell from the Skies; The holy VVater from his eyes. O should You with your Voice infuse Perfection, and create a Muse! Though meane our Verse, such Excellence At once would ravish Soule and Sense: Delight in Heavenly Dwellers move; And, since they cannot envy, Love: VVhen they from this our Earthly Spheare Their owne Coelestiall Musick heare.

To my Noble Friend M^r. George Sandys upon his excellent Paraphrase on the PSALMES.

HAd I no Blushes left, but were of Those, Who Praise in Verse, what they Despise in Prose: Had I this Vice from Vanity or Youth; Yet such a Subject would have taught me Truth: Hence it were Banisht, where of Flattery There is nor Vse, nor Possibility. Else thou hadst cause to feare, lest some might Raise An Argument against thee from my Praise. I therefore know, Thou canst expect from me But what I give, Historicke Poetry. Friendship for more could not a Pardon win; Nor thinke I Numbers make a Lie no Sinne. And need I say more then my Thoughts indite, Nothing vvere easier, then not to write. Which now were hard; for wheresoere I Raise My thoughts, thy severall Paines extort my Praise. * 1.1First, that which doth the Pyramids display: And in a worke much lastinger then they, And more a wonder, scornes at large to shew, What were Indifferent if True or No: Or from its lofty Flight, stoope to declare What All men might have known, had All bin There. But by thy learned Industry and Art, To Those, who never from their Studies part, Doth each Lands Laws, Beliefe, Beginning show; Which of the Natives but the Curious know: Teaching the frailty of all Humane things; How soone great Kingdoms fall, much sooner Kings: Prepares our Soules, that Chance cannot direct A Machin at us, more then we expect. We know,* 1.2 That Towne is but with Fishers Fraught, Where Theseus Govern'd, and where Plato Taught: That Spring of Knowledge,* 1.3 to which Italy Owes all her Arts, and her Civility, 〈1+ pages missing〉〈1+ pages missing〉

Another.

SVch is the Verse thou Writist, that who reades Thine Can never be content to suffer Mine: Such is the Verse I Write, that reading Mine, I hardly can beleeve I have read Thine: And wonder, that their Excellence once knowne, I nor correct, nor yet conceale mine owne. Yet though I Danger feare, then Censure lesse; Nor apprehend a Breach, like to a Presse: Thy Merits, now the second time, inflame To sacrifice the Remnant of my Shame. Nor yet (as first) Alone, but joyn'd with Those Who make the loftiest Verse, seeme humblest Prose. Thus did our Master, to his Praise, desire That Babes should with Philosophers conspire: And Infants their Hosanna's should unite With the so Famous Areopagite. Perhaps my Stile too, is for Praise most fit; Those shew their Iudgment least, who shew their wit: And are suspected, least their subtiller Aime Be rather to attaine, then to give Fame. Perhaps whil'st I my Earth doe interpose Betwixt thy Sunne and Them, I may aid those Who have but feebler Eyes and weaker Sight, To beare thy Beames, and to support thy Light. So thy Ecclipse, by neighbouring Darkenesse made, VVere no injurious, but a usefull Shade: How e're I finish heere, my Muse her Daies Ends in expressing thy deserved Praise: VVhose fate in this seemes fortunately cast, To have so just an Action for her Last. And since there are, who have been taught, that Death Inspireth Prophecie, expelling Breath. I hope, when these foretell, what happie Gaines Posteritie shall reape from these thy Paines: Nor yet from these alone, but how thy Pen, Earth-like, shall yearely give new Gifts to Men:

And Thou fresh Praise, and we fresh Good receive (For he who Thus can write can never Leave) How Time in them shall never force a Breach; But they shall alwayes Live and alwaies Teach: That the sole likelihood which these present, Will from the more rais'd Soules command Assent; And the so taught, will not Beliefe refuse, To the last Accents of a Dying Muse.

Falkland.

To my much honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys.

IT is, Sir, a Confest Intrusion here, That I before your Labours doe appeare: VVhich no loud Herald need, that may proclaime, Or seeke acceptance, but the Authors fame. Much lesse that should This Happy Worke commend, VVhose Subject is its Licence, and doth send It to the World to be Receiv'd and Read, Farre as the glorious Beames of Truth are spread. Nor let it be imagin'd, that I looke Only with Customes Eye upon your Booke; Or in this service that 'twas my intent T'exclude your Person from your Argument. I shall professe, much of the Love Iowe Doth from the Root of our Extraction grow. To which though I can little contribute; Yet with a Naturall joy, I must impute To our Tribes honour, what by You is done, VVorthy the Title of a Prelates Sonne. And scarcely have Two Brothers farther borne A Fathers Name, or with more Value worne Their Owne, then Two of you: whose Pens, and Feet Have made the distant Points of Heav'n to meet: Hee by exact discoveries of the West,* 1.4 Your Selfe by painfull Travels in the East.

Some more like you would powerfully Confute Th'Opposers of Priests Mariage by the Fruit. And (since 'tis knowne, for all their Strait-vow'd life, They Like the Sexe in any stile but Wife) Cause them to change their Cloister for that State, Which Keeps men Chast by Vowes legitimate. Nor shame to Father their Relations, Or under Nephewes Names disguise their Sons. This Child of yours, borne without spurious blot, And Fairely Midwivd as it was begot, Doth so much of the Parents goodnesse Weare, You may be prou'd to owne it for your Heire. Whose Choice acquires you from the Common Sin Of such, who finish worse, then they Begin. You mend upon your selfe, and your Last Straine Does of your First the start in judgement gaine. Since, what in Curious Travell was begun, You here conclude in a Devotion. Where in delightfull Raptures we descry; As in a Map, Sions Chorography: Lay'd out in so direct, and Smooth a Line, Men need not goe about through Palaestine. Who seeke Christ here, will the Streight Rode preferre, As neerer much then by the Sepulchre. For not a Limbe growes here, but is a Path Which in Gods City the blest Centre hath, And doth so sweetly on each Passion strike, The most phantastick taste will somewhat Like. To the Vnquiet Soule Iob still from hence Speaks in th'Example of his Patience. The Mortifi'd may heare the Wise King Preach, When his Repentance made Him fit to Teach: Here are choice Hymnes and Carolls for the Glad; And melancholy Dirges for the sad. Last, David (as he could his Art transferre) Speaks like Himselfe by an Interpreter. Your Muse, rekindled hath the Prophets Fire, And Tun'd the Strings of his neglected Lyre;

Making the Note and Ditty so agree, They now become a perfect Harmony. I must confesse, I have long wisht to see The Psalmes reduc'd to this Conformitie: Grieving the Songs of Sion should be sung In Phrase not diff'ring from a Barbarous Tongue. As if, by Custome warranted, we may Sing that to God, we would be loth to Say. Farre be it from my purpose to upbraid Their honest meaning, who first offer made That Booke in Meter to compile, which you Have mended in the Forme, and Built anew. And It was well, considering the Time Which scarcely could distinguish Verse and Rhime. But now the Language, like the Church, hath won More Luster since the Reformation; None can condemne the Wish, or Labour spent Good Matter in Good Words to represent. Yet in this jealous Age some such there be So (without cause) afraid of Noveltie; They would by no meanes (had they power to chose) An Old Ill Custome, for a Better loose. Men who a Rustick Plainesse so affect, They thinke God served best by their neglect. Holding the Cause would be Prophan'd by it, VVere they at Charge of Learning or of Wit. And therefore bluntly, what comes next, they bring Course and ill study'd Stuffe for Offering; Which, like th' Old Tabernacles Covering, are Made up of Badgers skins and of Goats haire. But These are Paradoxes they must use Their Sloth and bolder Ignorance to excuse. Who would not laugh at one will Naked goe, 'Cause in Old hangings Truth is pictur'd so? Though Plainnesse be reputed Honours note, They Mantles adde to beautifie the Coat. So that a Curious (unaffected) dresse Addes much unto the Bodies comelinesse:

In Vice and Barbarisme supinely rowles; Their Fortunes not more slavish then their Souls. Those Churches,* 1.5 which from the first Hereticks wan All the first Fields, or led (at least) the Van; In whom those Notes, so much required, be; Agreement,* 1.6 Miracles, Antiquity: Which can a Never-broke Succession show From the Apostles down; (Here bragg'd of so:) So best confute Her most immodest claime, Who scarce a Part, yet to be All doth aime; Lie now distrest, betweene two Enemy-Powers, Whom the West damnes, & whom the East devoures. What State then Theirs can more Vnhappy be, Threatned with Hell, and sure of Poverty. The small Beginning of the Turkish Kings, And their large Growth, shew us that different Things May meet in One Third; what most Disagree, May have some Likenesse: For in this we see, A Mustard-seed may be resembled well To the Two Kingdomes, both of Heaven and Hell. Their Strength, & wants this work hath both unwound; To teach how these t'increase,* 1.7 and that confound: Relates their Tenets; scorning to dispute With Errors, which to tell, is to confute: Shews how even there, where Christ vouchsaft to Teach, Their Dervices dare an Impostor Preach.* 1.8 For whilst vvith private Quarrels vve Decaid, We vvay for them, and Their Religion made: And can but Wishes novv to Heaven preferre,* 1.9 May They gaine Christ, or We his Sepulchre. Next Ovid cals me; vvhich though I admire, For Equalling the Authors quickning Fire, And his pure Phrase: yet More; remembring It Was by a Mind so much distracted Writ: Bus 'nesse and Warre, Ill Midvvives to produce The Happy Off-spring of so sweet a Muse: Whilst every unknowne Face did Danger Threat; For every Native there was twice a Gete.

More;* 1.10 when (return'd) thy Work review'd, expos'd What Pith before the hiding Bark inclos'd: And with it that Essay,* 1.11 which lets us see Well by the Foot, what Hercules would be. All fitly offer'd to his Princely Hands; By whose Protectiō Learning chiefly stands: Whose Vertue moves more Pens, then his Power Swords; And Theme to those, and Edge to these affords. Who could not be displeas'd,* 1.12 that his great Fame, So Pure a Muse, so loudly should proclaime: With his Queenes praise in the same Model cast; Which shall not lesse, then all their Annalls, last. Yet, though we wonder at thy Charming Voice; Perfection still was wanting in thy Choice: And of a Soule, vvhich so much Povver possest, That Choice is hardly Good, vvhich is not Best. But though Thy Muse vvere Ethnically Chast, When most Fault could be found; yet novv Thou hast Diverted to a Purer Path thy Quill; And chang'd Parnassus Mount to Sions Hill: So that blest David might almost Desire To heare his Harp thus Echo'd by thy Lyre. Such Eloquence, that though it were abus'd, Could not but be (though not Allow'd) excus'd. Ioin'd to a Work so choice, that though Ill-done, So Pious an Attempt Praise could not shun. How strangely doth it darkest Texts disclose, In Verses of such sweetnesse; that even Those, From whō the unknown Tongue conceales the Sense, Even in the Sound, must finde an Eloquence. For though the most bewitching Musick could Move men, no more than Rocks; thy Language would. Those who make wit their Curse, who spend their Brain Their Time, and Art, in looser Verse, to gain Damnation, and a Mistres; till they see How Constant that is, how Inconstant she; May from this great Example learne, to sway The Parts th'are Blest-with, some more Blessed way. Fate can against Thee but two Foes advance;

Sharpe-sighted Envy, and Blind Ignorance: The first (by Nature like a shadow, neare To all great Acts) I rather Hate then Feare: For them, (since whatsoever most they Raise In Private, That they most in Throngs Dispraise; And know the Ill they Act Condemn'd within)* 1.13 Who envies Thee, may no man envy Him. The last I Feare not much, but Pity more For though they cannot the least Fault explore; Yet, if they might the high Tribunall Clime, To Them thy Excellence would be thy Crime: For Eloquence with things Prophane they joine; Nor count it fit to Mixe 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,* 1.14 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.

* 1.15—Cui non certaverit ullae Aut tantum fluere, aut totidem dur are per annos.

FALKLAND.

An Ode to my worthy Kinsman M^r. George Sandys upon his excellent Para∣phrase 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 ad∣vice, 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. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

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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 a∣gainst 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.

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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 place your hopes on high.

But earthly Mindes false wealth admire, And toyle with uncontrol'd desire. With cleare aspect Thy beames reflect, And heavenly thoughts inspire.

O let my joy, exempt from feares, Their joyes transcend, when Autumne beares His pleasant wines On clustred vines, And graine-replenisht eares.

Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep In heavenly Deaw my senses steep; Whom thy large wings, O King of Kings, In shades of safety keep.

PSALME V.

CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

TO heare me, Lord, be thou inclin'd; My thoughts O ponder in thy minde: And let my cryes acceptance finde.

Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice: To thee, before the Day-star rise, My prayers ascend, with stedfast eyes.

Thou lov'st no vice; none dwells with thee; Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see; All sinne-defil'd detested bee.

Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate; Who thirst for blood, and weave deceit, Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate.

I to thy Temple will repayre, Since infinite thy Mercies are; And thee adore with Feare and Praier.

My God, conduct me by thy Grace; For many have my Soule in chase. Set thy strait Paths before my face.

False are their tongues, their hearts are hollow, Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow; Fawne, and betray even those they follow.

With vengeance girt these Rebels round; In their owne counsels them confound; Since their Transgressions thus abound.

Joy they with an exalted voice, That trust in thee, who guard'st thy Choice: Let those who love thy Name rejoyce.

Thy blessings shall in showers descend; Thy favour as a shield defend All those, who Righteousnesse intend.

PSALME VI.

As the 3.

LOrd, thy deserved Wrath asswage; Nor punish in thy burniug Ire; Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage, Before my fainting life expire. O heale! my bones with anguish ake; My pensive heart with sorrow worne. How long wilt thou my soule forsake! O pitie, and at length returne! O let thy Mercies comfort me, And thy afflicted Servant save! Who will in death remember thee? Or praise thee in the silent Grave?

Vext by insulting enemies, My groanes disturbe the peacefull Night; My bed washt with my streaming eyes: Through griefe growne old, and dim of sight. All you of wicked life depart; The Lord my God hath heard my cry: He will recure my wounded heart, And turne my teares to tides of joy. Who hate me, let dishonour wound, Let feare their guiltie soules affright; With shame their haughtie lookes confound, And let them vanish from my sight.

PSALME VII.

CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

O Thou that art my Confidence, And strong Defence; From those who my sad fall intend, Great God, defend. Lest Lion-like, if none controule, They teare my perse∣cuted Soule.

If I am guiltie; if there be Deceit in me; If ill I ever to my friend Did but intend;

Or rather have not succour'd those, Who were my undeserved foes:

Let them my stained Soule pursue, With hate subdue; Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head: My life out of her mansion thrust, And lay my Honour in the dust.

Against my dreadfull Enemies, Great God, arise. Just Judge, thy sleeping Wrath awake, And vengeance take: Then all shall Thee adore alone. O King of Kings ascend thy Throne!

[Part. 2] Judge thou my foes; as I am free, So judge thou me: Declare thou my integritie; For thou do'st trie The heart and reines: the Just defend; The malice of the Wicked end.

God is my shield; he helpe imparts To sincere hearts; The good protects; but menaceth The bad with death; Nor will, unlesse they change, relent: He whets his sword, his bow is bent.

Dire instruments prepared hath Of deadly wrath: And will at those, who persecute, swift arrowes shoot: Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd; now great With Mischiefe, travell; hatch Deceit.

Who digg'd a pit, first fell therein, Caught by his sinne; On his owne head his outrage shall Like ruines fall. But I, O thou eternall King, VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing.

PSALME. VIII.

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BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

LOrd, how illustrious is thy Name! VVhose Power both Heav'n & Earth proclame! Thy Glory thou hast set on high, Above the Marble-arched Skie. The wonders of thy Power thou hast In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't: That so thou might'st thy foes confound, And who in malice most abound. When I pure Heaven, thy fabricke, see, The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee; O what is Man, or his fraile Race, That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace! Next to thy Angels most renown'd; With Majestie and Glory crown'd: The King of all thy Creatures made; That all beneath his feet hast laid: All that on Dales or Mountaines feed, That shady Woods or Deserts breed; What in the aierie Region glide, Or through the rowling Ocean slide. Lord, how illustrious is thy Name! Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame.

PSALME IX.

CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

THee will I praise with Heart and Voice, Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound: In thee, O Lord, will I rejoyce; Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd. My Foes fell by inglorious flight, Before thy terrible Aspect: Thy powerfull Hands support my Right; Thou Judgement justly dost direct. The proud are falne, the Heathen flie; Oblivion shall their names intombe: Destruction, O thou Enemie, Hath now receiv'd a finall doome. Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd; Their memorie with them decayes: But God for ever shall abide, And high his Throne of Justice raise. A righteous Scepter shall extend; And Judgement distribute to all: He will oppressed Soules defend, That in the time of Trouble call. Who know thy Name in thee will trust; [Part. 2] Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne. Praise Sions King, O praise the Just, And make his noble Actions knowne. Bloud scapes not his revenging hand; He vindicates the Poore mans Cause. Lord, my insulting Foes withstand, And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes; That I may in the Royall Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice; Thy ample Praises celebrate,

And in thy saving health rejoyce. They (falne into the Pit they made) Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd. The Lord his Judgements hath displayd: The Wicked in their workes insnar'd: The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke, And all that doe the Lord disdaine. But God will on the Needy thinke; Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine. Lord, let not Man prevaile; arise; Th' Insulting Heathen judge: O then Let trembling Feare their heart surprize; That they may know they are but Men.

PSALME X.

CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

VVIthdraw not, O my God, my guid: In time of trouble dost thou hide Thy cheerfull face? Who want thy Grace, The poore pursue with cruell pride: O be they by their owne In∣ventions overthrowne.

The wicked boast of their successe; The covetous profanely blesse, By thee, O Lord, So much abhorr'd.

Their pride will not thy power confesse; Nor have thy favour sought, Or had of thee a thought.

They in oppression take delight; Thy Judgements farre above their sight: Their enemies Scoffe and despise: Who say in heart, No opposite Can us remove, nor shall Our greatnesse ever fall.

Their mouths detested curses fill; Fraud, mischiefe; ever prone to ill: In secret they Lurke to betray; The Innocent in 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.

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HElpe Lord, for Godly men decay; From Mortalls

Faith, enforced, flies: And with their sins Companions they, Talke of affected Vanities: Their flattering Tongues a∣bound 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.

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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.

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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.

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VVHo shall in thy Tent abide? On thy Holy Hill re∣side? 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, to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave: But I with Righteousnesse shall see thy Face; And rising, in thy Image, joy receive.

PSALME XXVIII.

As the 72.

MY Heart on Thee is fix'd, my Strength, my Power, My stedfast Rocke, my Fortresse, my high Tower, My God, my Safetie, and my Confidence, The Horne of my Salvation, my Defence. My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound: For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound. Sorrowes of Death on everie side assail'd, And dreadfull flouds of Impious Men prevail'd: Sorrowes of Hell my compast Soule dismayd; And to intrap me, deadly Snares were layd. In this Distresse I cry'd, and call'd upon The Lord, who heard me from his Holy Throne. He trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strooke; Th'unfixed roots of aierie Mountaines shooke; Smoke from his Nostrils flew; devouring Fire Brake from his Mouth; Coles kindled by his Ire. In his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet, And gloomy Darknesse roll'd beneath his Feet, A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid, And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid. He Darknesse made his secret Cabinet; [Part 2] Thicke Fogs, and dropping Clouds about him set: The Beames of his bright Presence these expell;

VVhence showres of burning Coles and Hailestones fell. From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake; In Haile and darting Flames th'Almightie spake: VVhose Arrowes my amazed Foes subdue; And at their scatred Troups his Lightning threw. The Ocean could not his deepe Botome hide; The Worlds conceal'd Foundations were descri'd At thy rebuke, Jehovah; at the blast Even of the breath which through thy nostrils past. He with extended armes his Servant saves, And drew me sinking from th'inraged waves: From my proud foes by his assistance freed, VVho swolne with hate, no lesse in strength exceed. VVithout his aid, I in that stormie Day Of my affliction, had become their prey: VVho from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soule; for I was his delight. [Part 3] The Lord according to my innocence, And Justice, did his saving grace dispence. The narrow Path by him prescrib'd, I tooke; Nor like the wicked, my Great God forsooke. For all his Judgements were before mine eyes; I with his statutes daily did advise, And ever walkt before him, void of guile: No act or purpose did my soule defile. For this he recompenc'd my righteousnesse And crown'd my innocence with faire successe. The Mercifull shall flourish in thy Grace; Thy Righteousnesse the Righteous shall embrace: Thou to the Pure thy purity wilt show; And the perverse shall thy aversenesse know. For thou wilt thy afflicted People save; The proud cast down, downe to the greedy grave. Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright, And cleare my darkenesse with celestiall Light. Through Thee I have against an Host revail'd, And by thy aid a loftie Bulwarke scal'd. [Part. 4] Gods path is perfect, all his words are just; A shield to those that in his promise trust. What God is there in Heaven or Earth but ours! What Rocke but He against assailing Powers! He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battell, and securely cleer'd my way. He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hinde, Upto the Mountaines, where I safetie finde. 'Tis he that teacheth my weake hands to fight:

A Bow of steele is broken by their might. Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set; Thy Arme upheld, thy Favour made me great. The passage of my steps on every side, Thou hast inlarged, lest my feet should slide. I followed, overtooke; nor made retreat, Untill victorious in my Foes defeat; So charg'd with wounds, that they no longer stood; But at my feet lay bathed in their blood. Thou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude, And all that rose against me hast subdu'd: Their stubborne necks subjected to my Will, That I their bloud, who hate my Soule, might spill. They cry'd aloud; but found no succour neere: To thee, Jehovah; but thou would'st not heare. [Part. 5] I pounded them like dust, which Whirle-winds raise: Trod under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes. From Popular Furie thou hast set me free; Among the Heathen hast exalted me; Whom unknowne Nations serve: as soone obey As heare of me; and yeeld unto my sway. The Stranger-borne, beset with horror, fled; And in their close Retreats betray their dread. O praise the living Lord, the Rocke whereon I build; the God of my Salvation! 'Tis he who rights my wrongs; the People bends To my Subjection; from my Foe defends. Thou raisest me above their proud controule; And from the violent Man hast freed my Soule. The Heathen shall admire my Thankefulnesse: My Songs shall thy immortall Praise expresse. A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King: his mercie doth advance In his Anointed; and will showre his grace Eternally on David and his Race.

PSALME. XIX.

As the 8.

GOds glory the vast Heavens proclame; The Firmament, his mightie Frame. Day unto Day, and Night to Night The wonders of his Workes recite. To these nor speech nor words belong, Yet understood without a Tongue. The Globe of Earth they compasse round; Through all the world disperse their sound.

There is the Sunnes Pavillion set; Who from his Rosie Cabinet Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face; And as a Giant runnes his race. He riseth in the dawning East, And glides obliquely to the West: The World with his bright Raies repleat; All Creatures cherisht by his heat. Gods Lawes are perfect, and restore The Soule to life, even dead before. His Testimonies, firmely true, With Wisedome simple men indue. [Part 2] The Lords Commandments are upright, And Feast the Soule with sweet delight. His Precepts are all Puritie, Such as illuminate the Eye, The feare of God, soil'd with no staine, Shall everlastingly remaine. Jehovah's Judgements are Divine; With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne: Which men should more then Gold desire, Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire: More sweet then Honey of the Hive, Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive. Thy Servant is inform'd from thence: They, their Observers recompense. Who knowes what his Offences be? From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me! And from presumptuous Crimes restraine; Nor let them in thy Servant reigne: So shall I live in Innocence, Not spotted with that great Offence. My Fortresse, my Deliverer; O let the Prayers my Lips preferre, And Thoughts which from my heart arise, be acceptable in thine Eyes.

PSALME XX.

As the 7.

THe Lord in thy Adversitie Regard thy crie; Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme, And shield from harme: Helpe from his Sanctuarie send, And out of Sion thee defend,

Thy Odors, which pure flames consume, Be his Perfume. May he accept thy Sacrifice, Fir'd from the Skies. For ever thy indeavours blesse; And crowne thy Counsels with successe.

We will of thy Deliverance sing, Triumphant King: Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day VVith Joy display; Even in the Name of God. O still May he thy just Desires fulfill!

Now know I his Anointed He VVill heare, and free; VVith saving Hand and Mightie Power, From his high Tower. These trust in Horse; in Chariots those; Our trust we in our God repose.

Their wounded limbs with anguish bend, To Death descend: But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright. O save us, Lord; thy Suppliants 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.

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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; 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!

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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.

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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.

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VVHo trusts in Thee, ô let not shame deject! Thou ever Just, my chased Soule secure: Lord, lend a willing eare, with speed protect; Bee thou my Rocke; with thy strong Arme immure.

My Rocke, my Fortresse, for thy Honour aid, And my ingaged feet from Danger guide: Pull from their subtill Snares in secret laid, O thou my onely Strength so often try'd.

To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend, O my Redeemer, O thou God of Truth. Who Lies invent, or unto Idols bend, I have abhorr'd, but lov'd Thee from my Youth.

I will rejoyce, and in thy Mercie boast, That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know: Deliver, when in expectation lost; Nor yeeld him to the Triumph of his Foe.

[Part. 2] Now helpe the Comfortlesse: my Sight decayes, My Spirits faint, my Flesh consumes with care: My Life is spent with griefe, in sighes my Dayes; My Strength through Sin dissolves, my Bones impare.

To all my Foes I am become a scorne; Nor least to those, who seem'd in love most neare: By all my late familiar friends forlorne; VVho when they meet me, turne aside for feare.

Forgot like those, who in the Grave abide, And, as a broken vessell, past repaire: Traduc'd by many, (feare on everyside) VVho counsell take, and would my life insnare.

But, Lord, my Hopes are on thee fixt: I said, Thou art my God; my Dayes are in thy Hand: Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid; And those, who persecute my Soule, withstand.

O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine; Save for thy Mercies sake; from Shame defend. Shame cover those who keepe no Lawes of thine; And undeplored to the Grave descend.

[Part. 3] The lying lips in endlesse silence close, That with despite and pride traduce the Just. VVhat Joy hast thou reserv'd! what wrought for those, (In sight of all) who feare, and in Thee trust!

Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs; They in thy close Pavilion shall abide, Secured from the strife of envious Tongues.

Blest he! who in a walled Citie hath To me his wonderfull Affection showne. I rashly sayd, I am the food of VVrath; Cut off; for ever from his Presence throwne.

Yet thou, O ever blessed, heardst my Prayer, VVhen to thy Mercie I addrest my Cry. O love the living Lord, all you that are His chosen Saints, and on his Aid relie:

For he the Faithfull ever will preserve; And render to the Proud their full deserts.

Couragious be all you, who hope, and serve The Lord of life, who will confirme your hearts.

PSALME XXXII.

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BLest, ô thrice blest is he, Whose Sinnes re∣mitted be; And whose Impieties God covers from his Eyes. To whom his Sinnes are not Imputed, as forgot: His Soule with guile unstain'd. While silent I remain'd, My bones consum'd away; I rored all the day: For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavie light. My moisture dri'd throughout, Like to a Summers drought. I then my Sinnes confest, How farre I had transgrest: When all I had reveal'd, Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd. For this, who Godly are Shall seeke to Thee by Prayer; Seeke, when thou mayst be found; In Deluges undrown'd. Thou art my safe Retreat, My Shield, when dangers threat; Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance.

I will instruct, and show The way which thou shouldst goe; The way to Pietie; And guide thee with mine eye. Be not like Mule and Horse, VVhose reason is their Force; VVhose mouth the Bit and Reine, Lest they rebell, restraine. Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose: But those who God affect, His Mercy shall protect. O you, who are upright, In God your God delight: You Just, his blessed Choice, In Him with Songs rejoyce.

PSALME XXXIII.

As the 8.

TO God, you Just, your Voices raise; It you beseemes to sing his Praise. O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings: To Harp and Lute new Dities sing; Sing loud with skilful fingering. His Words are crown'd by their event; And all his Works are permanent. Justice and Judgement he affects: His Bountie upon all reflects. His Word the arched Heavens did frame; His Breath, the Starres eternall Flame. He the collected Seas confines, And folds the Deepe in Magazines. The Lord, O all you Nations, feare; All whom the Earths round shoulders beare. He spake, 'twas done as soone as said; At his Commandment stedfast made. The People counsell take in vaine; Their Projects no successe obtaine. The Counsels of the Lord are sure; His Purposes no Change indure. Blest they, whose God Jehovah is; The Nation set apart for his. The Lord looks from the lofty Skis; On carefull Mortals casts his Eyes; The Lord looks from his Residence;

The Sonnes of men beholds from thence. He fashioned their hearts alone: To him their Thoughts and deeds are knowne. No King is saved by an Host; No Giant in his strength should boast: There rests no Safetie in a Horse; None are delivered by his force. Gods eyes are ever on the Just, Who feare, and in his Mercie trust; To free their Soules from swallowing Earth, And keepe alive in time of Dearth. Our fervent Soules on God attend, Our helpe, who onely can defend: In whom our Hearts exult for joy; Because we on his Name relie. Great God to us propitious be, As we have fixt our Hopes on thee.

PSALME. XXXIV.

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THe Lord I will for ever blesse; My Tongue his praises shall professe, In him my Soule shall boast: The Meeke, shall heare the same, and joy: His Name, with me, ô magnifie; Extoll the Lord of Host.

My prayers ascending pierc't his eare; Who snatcht me from those stormes of feare. The Meeke who God expect, Who flow to him like living Brookes, Shame never shall distaine their lookes, nor with foule guilt infect.

This VVretch in his adversitie (Then men shall say) to God did crie, Whose Mercie him secur'd. The Angels of Jehovah those, Who feare him, with their Tents inclose, By Strength divine immur'd,

How good our God, O taste and see! Who trust in him thrice happie be; You Saints, ô feare him still: Such feele no want; the Lions rore For hunger; but who God implore, He shall with Plentie fill.

[Part. 2] Come children, with attention heare, I will instruct you in his feare. VVhat man delights in life? Seekes to live happily and long? From evill guard thy warie tongue, Thy lips from fraud and strife.

Doe good, and wicked deeds eschew; Seeke sacred Peace, her steps pursue. Gods Eyes are on the Just; Their cries his open Eare attends: But on the Bad his wrath descends, Their Names reduc'd to dust.

He heares the Righteous, and their crie; Preserv'd in their adversitie: A broken heart affects, And Soules contrite which in Him trust. Great are the afflictions of the Iust; But He in all protects:

Keepes every bone of theirs intire. The VVicked swallowes in his Ire, And who the Righteous hate. The Lord his Servants shall redeeme;

Those ever deare in his esteeme, Who on his promise wait.

PSALME XXXV.

As the 3.

LOrd, plead my cause against my foes; With such as fight against me, fight: Arise, thy ample Shield oppose, And with thy Sword defend my right. Addresse thy Speare; those in their way Encounter, who my Soule invade: To her, O let thy Spirit say, I am thy God, and saving Aide. Let those, who my disgrace contrive, Hang downe their heads, for flight design'd: Who seeke my fall, let Angels drive Like Chaffe before the blustring Wind. Obscure and slippery be their path; Let winged Troups pursue their foile; Since they for me with causelesse wrath Have dig'd a pit, and pich't a Toile. Let sodaine ruine them destroy; Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid: Then in the Lord my Soule shall joy, And glory in his timely Aide. My Bones shall say, O who like thee, That arm'st the Weake against the Strong! That do'st the Poore and Needy free From outrage, and too powerfull wrong! [Part. 2] False witnesses against me stood, Who unknowne accusations brought: That Evill rendered for Good, And closely my confusion sought. I in their sicknesse did condole; Vnfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd. VVith fasting humbled my sad Soule, And often to my Prayers return'd: Him visited both Night and Day, As if an ancient Friend or Brother: In Blacke upon the Earth I lay, And wept as for my dying Mother. Yet these rejoyced in my woe; False Comforters, about me crowd: And least I should their cunning know, They rent their Clothes, aud cry'd aloud.

Like Hypocrites at Feasts, they jeere; Whose gnashing teeth their hate professe: O Lord, how long wilt thou forbeare, And onely looke on my distresse? O save from those, who smile, and kill; My Dearling from the Lions jawes: I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause. [Part. 3] Let not my causelesse Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state: Nor winke at me with scornefull eyes, Who swell with undeserved hate. Of Peace they speake not; rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue: Who wry their mouths at me, and say, Ha, Ha! our eyes thy ruine view. This seene, O stand no longer mute; Nor, Lord, desert my Innocence. Awake, arise: O prosecute My Cause, and plead in my Defence. With Justice judge: nor let them say In triumph; VVe our wish possesse: Nor in their mirthfull hearts, Ha, Ha! VV'have swallow'd him in his distresse. VVrath and confusion sease on those, VVho in my tribulation joy: Let them who glory in my woes, Be cloth'd with shame and infamy. Let those eternally rejoyce, VVho favour and assist my right: For ever with exalted voyce The goodnesse of our God recite. And say, O magnifie his Name, VVho glories in his servants peace. My tongue his Justice shall proclaime, Nor ever in his praises cease.

PSALME XXXVI.

As the 34.

VVHEN I the bold Transgressor see, My thoughts thus whisper unto me, He never feard the Lord: He smooths himselfe in his owne eyes, Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd.

Their words are vaine, and full of guile: They Wisdome from their hearts exile; Forsaken Vertue hate: Who mischiefe on their beds contrive; Through by-wayes to bad ends arrive, And vices propagate.

Thy Mercy, Lord, is thron'd on high; And thy approv'd Fidelity The loftie Skie transcends: Thy Justice like a Mountaine steepe; Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deepe; Who man and beast defends.

O Lord, how precious is thy Grace! The sonnes of men, their comfort place, Beneath thy shady wings: They with thy Houshold dainties shall Be fully satisfi'd, and all Drinke of thy pleasant Springs.

For O! from thee the Fountaine flowes, VVhich endlesse Life on thine bestowes; Inlightned with thy Light. On such as known thee showre thy Grace; O let thy Justice those embrace, Who are in heart upright.

Let not the feet of Pride defeat; Nor such as are in mischiefe great My guiltlesse Soule surprize. The workers of iniquity Are falne like Meteors from the skie: Cast downe, no more to rise.

PSALME XXXVII.

As the 1.

VEX not thy selfe at the impiety Of wicked men, nor their fraile height envy. For they shall soone be mow'd, like Summers Hay; And as the verdure of the Herbe decay. Trust thou in God; doe good, and long in peace Possesse the Land; refresht by her increase. Be He thy sole delight; He shall inspire Thy raised thoughts, and grant thy hearts desire Relye, and to his care thy wayes commend, Who will produce them to a happy end.

He shall thy Justice, like the Light display, And make thy Judgement as the Height of Day. Rest on the Lord, and patiently attend His Heavenly Will: nor let it thee offend, Because the wicked in their courses thrive; And prosperously at their desires arrive. Abstaine from anger, heady wrath eschew: Nor fret thou, lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue. God will cut off the Bad, the Faithfull blesse; VVho shall the ever-fruitfull Land possesse. [Part. 2] After a while th'Vnjust shall cease to be; Thou shalt his place consider, but not see. The Meeke in heart shall reape the Lands increase, And solace in the multitude of peace. Against the Godly wicked Men conspire, Gnash their malicious teeth, and fome with ire, But God shall laugh at their impiety; Because he knowes their Day of Doome is nigh. They draw their bloudy Swords, their Bowes are bent, To kill the needy, Poore, and Innocent. But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their owne Steele, their Bowes asunder broke. That little which the Righteous hath, excels Th'abundant wealth, wherein the Wicked swels. For God the armes of violent Men will breake: But shield the Righteous, and support the Weake. His eyes behold the sufferings of the Poore: Their firme possessions ever shall endure. They in the time of danger shall not dread; But shall in Famin's rage be fill'd with Bread. When vitious men shall speedily decay: And those who slight Jehovah, melt away As fat of Lambs, which sacred Fires consume; And forthwith vanish like the rising fume. [Part. 3] The Wicked borrow, never to restore: The Just are gracious and relieve the Poore. Whom God shall blesse, they shall the Land enjoy: Whom God shall curse, them vengeance shall destroy. The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs; For He, even He their ordred paths affects. Although they fall; yet fall to rise againe: For his, His Care and powerfull Hand sustaine. I have beene young, am old; yet never saw The Just abandoned; nor those, who draw From him their birth, with beggery opprest. He lends in mercy, and his Seed are blest.

Doe good, shun evill, and remaine unmov'd; For righteous Soules are of the Lord belov'd: His undeserted Saints protecting still; Their Plants up-rooting, who transgresse his Will. Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land; And dwell therein, while Mountaines stedfast stand. [Part. 4] The Righteous Soule of sacred Judgement speaks, And from his lips a spring of wisdome breaks. Gods Law is in his Heart; his Light, his Guide; Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide. Men seeke his bloud; but God defends: nor shall He by the sentence of the Wicked fall. Wait on the Lord, nor his straight paths transgresse; And evermore this pregnant Soile possesse. But those who in iniquity delight, Shall be cut off, and perish in thy sight. The 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.

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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! 'Twere 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.

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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 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 all the Earth shall sway, VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day. My Song shall celebrate thy Name, And to the world divulge thy Fame.

PSALME XLVI.

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GOd is our Refuge, our strong Tower; Securing by his mightie Power, VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure.

Thus arm'd, no feares shall chill our blood; Though

Earth no longer stedfast stood, And shooke her Hills in∣to to the flood.

Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies; And Mountaines shake with horrid noise.

Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring, Which gladnesse to Gods City bring, The Mansion of th'eternall King.

He in her Centre takes his place: What Foe can her faire Towers deface, Protected by his early Grace?

Tumultuary Nations rose, And armed Troops our walls inclose; But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side; The God by Jacob magnifi'd; Our Strength, on whom we have reli'd.

Come, see the wonders he hath wrought; Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes, which our ruine sought.

He makes destructive Warre surcease; The Earth, deflowr'd of her Increase, Restores with universall Peace.

He breaks their Bowes, unarmes their Quivers, The bloody Speare in pieces shivers, Their Chariots to the Flame delivers.

Forbeare, and know that I the Lord

Will by all Nations be ador'd; Prais'd with unanimous accord.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side; The God by Jacob magnifi'd; Our Strength, on whom we have reli'd.

PSALME XLVII.

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LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands, their Voices raise, In Honour of the Lord; And loudly sing his praise: VVho From above, Dire Lightning flings: The King of Kings, Of all that move.

VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne: A faire Possession chose, For us that are his Owne: The dignitie Of Israel; Belov'd so well By the most High.

In Triumph God ascends, VVith Trumpet shrill, and Shalmes;

Praise him, who his defends; O praise our King with Psalmes! For God is King Of all the Earth; With sacred Mirth His Praises sing.

God o're the Heathen reignes; Sits on his holy Throne: All whom the Earth sustaines, Shall worship him alone. His Shield extends In their Defence; His Excellence All height transcends.

PSALME XLVIII.

As the 8.

THe Lord is most Majesticall; Most highly to be prais'd by all, Within the Citie of our God, And Mansion blest by his abode. Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site; Of Earth the Beautie and Delight: Upon the North-side bordering, The Citie of the Mightie King. God dwels within her loftie Towers; Secur'd from all assailing Powers. Conspiring Kings her ruine sought; Who armed Troupes before her brought. [Part. 2] At once they saw, admir'd, and fled; Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread. Such feare, such pangs possest our foes; As women suffer in their Throwes. At thy command blacke Eurus rores, And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores. VVe, what we heard our Fathers tell, Have seene, who in this Citie dwell; The Citie of our God, which Hee Shall ever from destruction free. Thy Favours, Lord, with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe. As is thy Name, thou God of Might, So are thy Praises infinite; And stretch to Earths remotest Bound: Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd.

O Sion, Judah's Diadem, You Daughters of Jerusalem, Unite your Joyes, and glory in His Judgement, which your eyes have seene. Goe walke the Round of Sion; tell Her Towers; observe her Bulwarks well: On her faire Buildings cast thine eye; Declare it to Posteritie. For God will still our God remaine, And us unto our Last sustaine.

PSALME XLIX.

As the 1.

ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth; Both Rich and Poore; of base and noble birth; Attend: my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart; And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart. I unto light darke Parables will bring, And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing. In Misery and Age why should I feare, When Sin pursues my steps, and Death draws neare? O you, who Riches as your God adore, And glory in your scarce possessed Store: VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day, Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay? (For O, not all the Gold, which Streames conceale, Or Hils inclose, can banisht Life repeale,) That he might live unto Eternity, Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye. They see the Wise, and Fooles, to Death descend, While others their congested treasures spend: Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame, Proud Structures raise, and call them by their Name. [Part 2] But Man in honour is a Vanitie, That fleets away; and as a Beast must die. In this vaine course, they circularly move, And their Posterity their words approve. Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust; Till that great Day subject them to the Just. Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast: All naked, from their sumptuous Houses cast. But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soule redeeme, and to his Joyes preferre. Despaire not, when a man growes Opulent, And that the Glories of his House augment: For with his thread of Life his Riches end; Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend.

Though here he live in luxury and ease; And those are prais'd, who their owne Genius please; Yet as his Fathers, he shall set in Night; Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light. Man high in honour, whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds, shall perish like a beast.

PSALME L.

As the 1.

THE God of Gods, Jehovah, shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent. From Sions Towers (of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection) shall his Glory shine. Nor silent comes: devouring flames before, And round about him horrid Tempests rore. The righteous Judge, to judge his People, shall High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call. Assemble all my Saints, who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd. Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne; When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne. My People, heare; Thy God, O Israel. Will thee convince, and thy Transgressions tell. I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice, Nor fumes, which rarely from my Altars rise: I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere, Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare: For all are Mine, that Woods or Deserts breed, And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed: I know all Fowle, which Hils or Valleys yield, And number all the Cattell of the Field. [Part. 2] Will I, if hungry, unto Thee complaine, When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe? Will I eat flesh of Bulls? or canst thou thinke, That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke? A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay; And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay. Then call on me in trouble; I will raise Thy Soule from Death, and thou my Name shalt praise. But O thou Hypocrite! Dar'st thou explaine My Law? My Covenants with thy lips prophane? That scorn'st instruction; dost my Word despise; Consent'st with Theeves, and hast adulterous eyes? Deceit, and slander tip thy impious tongue: Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong. Thus didst thou; 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 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 wrought, Then, when neere to ruine brought. Fervently to Him I cry'd; This Goodnesse magnifi'd. If I Vices should affect, VVould not He my Prayers reject: But the Lord my Prayers hath heard, VVhich my tongue with teares preferr'd. Sourse of Mercy, be Thou blest, That hast granted my Request.

PSALME LXVII.

As the 47.

LORD, showre on us thy Grace, Inrich with Gifts divine: Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine: That all below The arched Skie, May Thee, and thy Salvation know.

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Let all thy Praise rehearse, With one united Voyce: Sing in melodious Verse; Eternally rejoyce. Thy Power obey, Whose Justice shall Dispose of All; All Scepters sway.

Let all extoll thy Worth: Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth; Nor ever mourne in Dearth. We who implore, Thy Blessings find; And all Mankind With feare adore.

PSALME LXVIII.

As the 8.

LET God, the God of Battaile, rise; And scatter his proud Enemies. O let them flee before his face, Like smoke, which driving tempests chace. As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire; So perish in his burning Ire. But let the Just with joy abound: In joyfull Songs his Praise resound: VVho riding on the rowling Spheares, The Name of great Jehovah beares. Before his Face your joyes expresse: A Father to the fatherlesse. He wipes the teares from Widowes eyes; The single plants in Families; Inlarging those who late were bound: VVhile Rebels starve on thirsty Ground. When he our numerous Army led, And march't through Deserts, full of dread; Heaven melted, and Earths Centre shooke, With his majesticke Presence strooke. VVhen Israels God in Clouds came downe, [Part. 2] High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crowne. He in th'approach of meager Dearth, VVith showres refresht the fainting Earth: VVhere his owne Flocke in safety fed; The Needy unto plenty led.

By Him we conquer: Virgins sing Our Victories, and Timbrels ring. He Kings with their vast Armies foiles; While women share their wealthy spoiles. You who among the Pots have laine In Soot and Smoke, shall shine againe; Bright, as the silver-feather'd Dove, VVhose wings with golden Splendor move. VVhen he the Kings had overthrowne, Our Land like snowy Salmon shone. Gods Mountaine Bashans Mount transcends; Though he his many Heads extends. VVhy boast you so, ye meaner Hils? God with his Glory Sion fils: This his beloved Residence; Nor ever will depart from hence. [Part. 3] His Chariots twenty thousand were, VVhich Myriads of Angels beare; He in the midst, as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground. Lord, Thou thy Selfe hast rais'd on high; Thou captivat'st Captivitie. Deckt with the trophees of his Foes, The gifts receiv'd on his bestowes: Reducing those who did rebell; That both might in his Sion dwell. O praised be the God of gods, VVho his with daily blessings loads: The God of our Salvation, On whom our hopes depend alone. The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath. He on their heads his Foes shall wound; Their hairy scalps, whose sins abound, And in their trespasses proceed. Thus spake Jehovah; Jacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring againe, And through the bottome of the Maine: That Dogs may lap their enemies bloud; And they wade through a crimson Floud. [Part. 4] We in thy Sanctuary late, My God, my King, beheld thy State. The sacred Singers marcht before; VVho instruments of Musicke bore, In order followed: every Maid Vpon her pleasant Timbrell plaid,

His Praise in your Assemblies sing, You who from Israels Fountaine spring. Nor little Benjamin alone, But Judah from his Mountaine-throne; The farre removed Zebulun; And Naphtali which borders on Old Jordan, where his streame dilates; Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates. For us his winged Souldiers fought: Lord strengthen, what thy hand hath wrought. He that supports a Diadem, To Thee, divine Jerusalem, Shall in Devotion treasure bring, To build the Temple of his King. [Part. 5] Break through their Pikes; the multitude Of Buls, with savage strength indu'd; Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite: But scatter those, whom Wars delight. Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë, From falling Nilus; from the Sea VVhich beats on the Aegyptian shore, Shall Princes come, and here adore. You Kingdomes, through the VVorld renown'd, Sing to the Lord; his praise resound: He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides, And on her aged shoulders rides: VVhose voyce the Clouds asunder rends; In Thunder terrible descends. O praise his Strength; whose Majesty In Israel shines, his Power on high. He from his Sanctuary throwes A trembling horror on his Foes: VVhile us his Power and Strength invest. O Israel, praise the Ever-blest.

PSALME LXIX.

As the 22.

LORD, snatch me from the raging Floud; Now in deepe Eddies almost drown'd: That struggle in the yeelding mud, There, where no bottome can be found: The rising waves my head surround, And with their terrors chill my Bloud.

Tir'd with complaining; hoarse, and sore; Sight failes my long-expecting Eyes:

My Haires are not in number more; Then my uninjur'd Enemies. The great in wrong against me rise; I, what I never tooke, restore.

My God, Thou know'st my Innocence: Let not the faithfull blush for me, Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence: Nor ô! let those that call on Thee, Their shame in my Confusion see; Since Thou art our profest Defence.

For Thee I suffer Calumnies; To Men become a generall scorne; Deserted by my neare Allies; By children of my Mother borne: Through zeale unto thy Honour worne, While thy reproch upon me lies.

I fasted, wept, in Sack-cloth mourn'd; My anguish in my lookes exprest: Yet this to my derision turn'd; By Drunkards sung at every Feast: Even Judges at my sorrow jest; My Innocence by slander spurn'd.

[Part 2] Yet shall my Praiers and Sighes ascend Even in an acceptable houre. Thy Mercie, gracious Lord, extend; And save by thy Almightie Power. Let not the swallowing mud devoure: Preserve from such a shamefull end.

Deliver from th'insulting Foe; My strugling Feet from sinking keepe: Let not the Billowes overflow, Nor Whirle-pits sucke into their Deepe. O pitie Thou the Eies that weepe: And thy Transcendent Mercie show.

Heare, and redeeme without delay; Nor in my trouble hide thy Face: Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soule in chase. My shame, indignities, disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay.

Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc't: VVas ever Sorrow halfe so great! Compassion hath her Eyes averst; My Griefe no comfort could intreat: They gave me bitter Gall to eate; And Vineger to quench my Thirst.

O be their board a snare to those! Prosperitie it selfe a Bait! Their Eyes in clouds of darkenesse close; And let them fall by their owne weight: Powre on them thy Eternall hate; VVith vengeance multiply their woes.

[Part 3] In Ruines let their Houses lie; None in their silent Tents be found; That would, whom thou hast smit, destroy; And wounded Soules with slander wound. Let their iniquities abound; Nor ever in thy Mercie joy.

Their names out of thy Volume blot; Nor with the Just inthrone their Dayes. Though poore; to misery begot; Yet Thoushalt my dejection raise: Then 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.

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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 staine; In Innocence have cleans'd my hands in vaine; That thus with daily punishments am worne, And still chastised with the rising Morne.

[Part. 2] If I gave words unto such thoughts as these, I should th'assemblies of thy Saints displease: For then, what were it to be just, or good? My Soule this secret never understood; Till I into thy Sanctuarie came, And there beheld their honour end in Shame. Thou hast on slippery hights their greatnesse plac'd; Downe Head-long from their Noone of glory cast. How are they unto Desolation brought! Consumed in the moment of a thought! Such as a pleasant dreame when Sleepe forsakes Our flattered sense: so, when thy Wrath awakes, Thou in thy dreadfull furie shalt destroy Their emptie and Imaginary joy. These former thoughts did my weake Soule molest; So ignorant; so vaine; so like a beast. Yet I by thy Divine supportance stand: Thou heldst me up by thy Almightie hand. Thou by thy counsell shalt direct my waies; And after to eternall Glorie raise. For whom have I but Thee in Heaven above? Or what on Earth can my Affections move? My Thoughts and flesh are fraile: yet Lord, thou art My Portion, and the Vigour of my Heart. Who thee abandon, shall to Death descend; And they whose knees to cursed Idols bend. I as my dutie, will to God repaire; On Him relie, and his great Acts declare.

PSALME LXXIV.

As the 14.

LORD; why hast Thou abandoned! O why for ever! shall thine Ire Consume, like a devouring Fire, The Sheepe which in thy pastures fed!

O thinke of those, who were thy owne; By Thee of old from bondage brought: Th'Inheritance which thou hast bought, And Sion thy affected Throne.

Come, O come quickly, and survey VVhat spoile the barbarous Foe hath made. Lo! all in heaps of ruines laid; Thy Temple their accursed prey.

Like Lions, with sharpe Famine whet, They in thy Sanctuarie roare; All purple in thy Peoples gore; And there their conquering Ensignes set.

It was esteem'd a great renowne With Axe to square the Mountaine Okes: Now they demolish with their strokes, And hew the carved Fabricke downe.

Who lo! with all-infolding flame, The beautie of the Earth devoure: Profanely prostrate on the floore That Temple sacred to thy Name.

Now (said they) with a sudden hand, Give we a generall End to all. By Fire the holy structures fall, Through this depopulated Land.

[Part. 2] No Miracles amaze our Foes; There are no Prophets to divine, That might our miseries decline; None know the period of our woes.

Ah! how long shall our Enemies Exult, and glory in our shame! How long shall they Blaspheme thy Name, Great God, and thy slow Wrath despise!

Thy Hand out of thy Bosome draw; Nor longer thy Revenge with-hold: My God, thou wast our King: The old Amazed World thy Wonders saw.

Thou struck'st the Erythraean waves, VVhen Seas from Seas in tumult fled; Brak'st the Aegyptian Dragons head, And mad'st the joyning Flouds their Graves.

That great Leviathan of Nile, To Beasts and Serpents, which possesse The drie and foodlesse VVildernesse, By Thee delivered for a Spoile.

Thou clav'st the Rock, from whose greene wound The thirst expelling Fountaine brake:

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Thou mad'st the heady Streames forsake Their Chanels, and become dry ground.

[Part. 3] The cheerfull Day, Night cloth'd in shade; The Moon and radiant Sun are Thine: Thy Bounds the swelling Seas confine; Summer and VVinter by Thee made.

Great God of gods, forget not those VVho Thee reprochfully despise. Remember, Lord, the Blasphemies, Cast on thee by our frantick Foes.

O! to the wicked Multitude Surrender not thy Turtle-dove: Nor from thy tender care remove The Poore, by powerfull VVrong pursu'd.

Thy Cov'nant, bound by Oath, maintain: For Darknesse over-spreads the Face Of all the Land; in every place Destruction, Rape, and Slaughter reign.

Let not th' opprest returne with shame; But crown thee with deserv'd applause: O patronize thy proper Cause: Remember, Fooles revile thy Name.

O let their Sorrowes never cease, VVho blast Thee with their Calumnies. The tumuls of their Pride, who rise Against Thee, every day increase.

PSALME LXXV.

As the 8.

THY Praises, O eternall King, Our Soules in sacred Verse will sing. The wonders of thy Works declare; Thy Presence in thy Power and Care. VVhen I shall weare the Hebrew Crown, High Justice shall my Reign renown. The Land with weakning Discord rent, The People without Government, Faint and dissolve. Her Pillars I Support, her Breaches fortifie. Proud Man, I said, renounce thy Pride; Thou Foole, thy Folly cast aside.

Doe not so high your Hornes erect; Nor bellow, as with yoke uncheckt. Preferment from the Orient, Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent, Nor Desert comes: God guides our Fates, He raiseth, and He ruinates. A cup of red and mingled VVine He poureth out to me and mine: But every Rebell in the Land Shall drink the Dregs, squeez'd by his Hand. His noble Acts I will relate; The God of Jacob celebrate; Suppresse the VVicked, and their wayes; The Just to VVealth and Honour raise.

PSALME LXXVI.

As the 29.

GOD in Judah is renown'd; Salem with his Temple crown'd: He in sacred Sion dwels; Israel his wonders tels. He their flying Ensignes teares; Shivers the Assyrian Speares. He their Swords, Shields, Arrowes, broke; Kill'd, subdu'd, without a stroke. Thou more excellent then they, That on Juries Mountains prey: VVho the Great in battell foil'd; Of their lives and honours spoil'd. Not the Mightie could with-stand, Nor so much as find a hand. Princes, by thy onely breath, VVith the Vulgar sleep in Death. Terrible unto thy Foes: O, who can thy Wrath oppose! When as they thy Thunder heare, Mortals stand amaz'd, and feare: VVhen from thy eternall Rest Thou descend'st, to save th'Opprest. Malice but it selfe betraies; And converts into thy praise. Future rage thou shalt restrain, Making their indeavours vain. Jacobs Seed, with one accord, Pay your Vowes unto the Lord. Holy Levites, Offerings bring; Of his glorious Conquest sing.

He, who Princes overthrowes, O, how fearefull to his Foes!

PSALME LXXVII.

As the 5.

TO God I cri'd; He heard my cries: Againe, when plung'd in miseries, Renew'd with raised hands and eyes.

My festred wounds ran all the Night; No comfort could my Soule invite To relish long out-worn delight.

I call'd upon the Ever-blest: And yet my troubles still increast; Almost to Death by sorrow prest.

Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake: Words faile my griefe; sighs onely spake, Which from my panting bosome brake.

Then did my Memory unfold The wonders, which thou wrought'st of old, By our admiring Fathers told.

The Songs, which in the Night I sung; When deeply by affliction stung: These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue;

Wilt thou for ever, Lord, forsake! Nor pity on th' afflicted take! O shall thy mercy never wake!

Wilt thou thy promise falsifie! Must I in thy displeasure die! Shall Grace before thy Fury flie!

This said; I thus my Passions checkt: His changes on their ends reflect, To punish and restore th'Elect.

[Part. 2] His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance; I will tell What in our Fathers daies befell.

His counsels from our reach are set; Hid in his sacred Cabinet. What God like ours! so Good! so Great!

VVho wonders can effect alone; His Peoples great Redemption; To Jacobs Seed, and Josephs knowne.

The yielding Floods confesse thy Might; The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight; And Seas recoil'd in their affright.

The Clouds in storms of raine descend; The Aire thy hideous Fragors rend; Thy arrowes dreadfull flames extend.

Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies; Thy fatall Lightning swiftly flies; Earth trembles in her agonies.

Thy VVayes even through the Billowes lie: The Flouds then left their Chanels dry; No Mortall can thy steps descry.

Like Flocks through Wildernesse of Sand, Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land; By Moses and by Aarons hand.

PSALME LXXVIII.

As the 42.

MY People, heare my VVords; I will unfold Darke Oracles, and VVonders done of old; By our great Ancestors both heard and knowne, Successively unto their Children showne; VVhich we will to Posterity relate; That People, yet unknowne, may celebrate Gods Power, his Praise, and glorious Acts: since He Will's this Tradition by divine Decree; Vntill one Day shall give the World an end: That all their hopes might on his Help depend. Nor ever let his noble Actions sleep In darke oblivion, but his Statutes keep. Vnlike their rebell Sires, a stubborn Race; VVho fell from God, nor sought his slighted Grace. The Ephraimites, though expert in their Bowes, Though arm'd, ignobly fled before their Foes: Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God; Nor in the wayes of his prescription trod, Forgot his famous Acts, his Wonders shown In Zoan, and the Plaines by Nile o'reflown.

He brought them through the bowels of the Floud; The parted Waves like solid Mountaines stood. By day with leading Clouds affords a shade; By night a flaming Pyramis displaid. Hard Rocks, He in the thirsty Deserts, clave, And drink out of their stony Entrails gave: Even from their barren sides the waters gusht, And down in rivers through the vallies rusht. [Part. 2] Yet still they sinn'd, and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand, provoking the most High. Blaspheming thus; Can God our wants redresse? A Table furnish in the Wildernesse? Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill, Can he give bread? with flesh the hungry fill? Thus tempted by their hourely murmurings, He to his long retarded Wrath gives wings: Their infidelity inrag'd the Just, That would not to his sure Protection trust. Who all the Curtaines of the Skies withdrew, And made the clouds resolve into a dew. With Manna, Food of Angels, Mortals fed; And fill'd with plenty of coelestiall Bread. Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise, And bade the dropping South obscure the Skies: VVhence showres of Quailes descend; as thick as sand On Sea-washt shores, or dust on Sun-dri'd Land; VVhich fell among their Tents: They their delights Injoy, and feast their deadly appetites. For lo! while they those fatall Dainties chew, And their inordinate Desires pursue; The Wrath of God surpriz'd them, and cut down The choice of all; even those of most renown. Nor, by their owne mis-haps admonished, Would they his Works believe, or Judgements dread. So He their spirits quencht with daily feares; In Vanity and Toile consum'd their yeares. [Part. 3] But when by Slaughter wasted, the forlorn Return'd, and sought Him in the early Morn: They then confest, and said; Thou art our Tower, Our Strength; alone protectest by thy Power. Yet their slie Tongues did but their Souls disguise; Full of deluding flatteries, and lies. Their faithlesse hearts revolted from his VVill; Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill. How oft would He, whose Mercy hath no bound, Their pardon signe! nor in their Sins confound!

How oft did He his burning wrath asswage! How oft divert the furie of his Rage! Consider'd them as flesh, in frailtie borne; A passing Winde, that never can returne. Yet still would they his sacred Lawes transgresse; Provok'd him in th'unpeopled Wildernesse: Confin'd the Holy One of Israel; Against their Saviour frantickly rebell: Forgetfull of his Power, nor ever thought Of that Great Day, when from long Bondage brought. His dreadfull Miracles to Aegypt knowne, And Wonders in the Field of Zoan snowne. The River chang'd into a Sea of blood; Men faint for thirst, t'avoid th'infected Flood. Huge swarmes of unknowne Flies display their wings, Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings. Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound; [Part 4] And with their filthy slime pollute the ground. Their early fruits the Caterpillars spoyle: And Grashoppers devoure the Plow-mans toile. Long Vines with stormes their dangling burdens lost: The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroi'd with frost. Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones, breathles lie: Their Cattell by the stroke of Thunder die. The Vengeance of his Wrath all formes of woes, More Plagues, then could be fear'd, upon them throwes VVhom evill Angels to their sinnes betray. He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way; Nor would with man or sinlesse beasts dispense; Shot by the Arrowes of his Pestilence. Slew all the flower of Youth; their First-borne Sons; There where old Nilus in seven Chanels runs. But like a flocke of Sheepe his People led; Safe and secure through Deserts, full of dread: Even through unfathom'd Deeps: which part and close Their tumbling waves to swallow their proud Foes. Then brought them to his consecrated Land; Even to his Mountaine purchas'd by his Hand. Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants; Aud in their roomes the Tribes of Israel plants. Yet they (ô most ingratefull!) falsifie Their vowes, and still exasperate the most High: Who in their faithlesse Fathers traces goe; And start aside; like a deceitfull Bow. Their Altars on the tops of Mountaines blaze, VVhile they their hands to cursed Idols raise.

[Part 5] These objects fuell to his wrath affoord: Whose Soule revolted Israel abhor'd. The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsooke; Nor longer would that hated Mansion brooke. His Arke even to Captivitie declin'd; His Strength and Glorie to the Foe resign'd: And yeelded up his People to the Rage Of barbarous swords; nor would his wrath asswage. Devouring flames their able Youth confound; Nor are their Maids with Nuptiall Garlands crown'd. Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battell fall; No Widowes weeping at their Funerall. Then as a Giant, folded in the Charmes Of Wine and Sleepe, starts up, and cries, To armes: So rous'd, his Foes behinde, Jehovah wounds; And with Eternall Infamie confounds: Yet would in Josephs Tents no longer dwell; Nor Ephraim chose, who from his Cov'nant fell: But Judahs Mountaine for his Seat elects; And sacred Sion, which he most affects. There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd, Firme as the Centre, never to be ras'd. And from the bleating Flockes his David chose, When he attended on the yeaning Ewes; And rais'd him to a Throne, that he might feed His people; Israels selected Seed. Who fed them faithfully; and all the Land Directed with a just and equall hand.

PSALME LXXIX.

As the 39.

THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan, Lord, VVith Fire and Sword. Thy holy Temple they prophane; VVith Slaughter staine. Beneath her ruines Salem grones; Now nothing but a heape of Stones.

The dead no Funerall pompe attends, Nor weeping friends: Their carkases our barbarous Foes To Beasts expose: The ravenous VVolves become their tombe Or else the greedie Vulturs wombe.

VVith blood of Saints, the Streames grow red, Like VVater shed:

Thy People now a generall Reproach to all. The Syrian, and base Edomite Deride, and in our woes delight.

How long, Lord, shall thy jealous ire Devoure like Fire! Thy Anger, in a dreadfull showre Of vengeance, powre On those, who know not thy great Name: And thinke thy Worship but a shame.

[Part. 2] For they have laid our Country waste: Our Cities ras't. Lord, O remember not the crimes Of former times! But for thy tender mercy save Our soules; now humbled to the grave.

Lord, for the glory of thy Name, Redeeme from shame. O purge us, and propitious be! From thraldome free. VVhy should the Heathen thus blaspheme, And say, Your God is but a Dreame!

Against them let thy Vengeance rise; Before our eyes: And for our blood, shed by their guilt, Let theirs be spilt. O heare the sighing Prisoners cry! And save, whom they have doom'd to die.

Our spitefull Neighbours, Lord, deride Thee, in their pride. With seven-fold vengeance recompense Their insolence. So we, thy flocke, our God will praise; And to the Stars thy Glory raise.

PSALME LXXX.

As the 3.

THou Shepheard of thy Israel, That, Flock-like, leadest Josephs Race: Who twixt the Cherubims dost dwell, O heare! shew thy inlightning Face.

Exalt thy saving power before Manasseh, Ephraim, Benjamin: O from Captivity restore! And let thy beames upon us shine. Great God of Battaile, wilt thou still Be angry, and our prayers despise? Bread, steept in teares, our stomacks fill; We drinke the rivers of our eyes. Our scoffing Neighbours fall at strife Among themselves, to share our right: Great God, restore the dead to life; And comfort by the quickning light. [Part. 2] This Vine, from Aegypt brought, (the foe Expeld) was planted by thy hand: Thou gav'st it roome and strength to grow, Vntill her branches fill'd the Land. The Mountaines tooke a shade from these, Which like a grove of Cedars stood: Extending to the Tyrian Seas, And to Euphrates rowling Floud. O why hast thou her Fences ras't? Whilst every Stragler puls her fruit: The browsing Heard her branches waste; And salvage Boores plow-up her root. Great God, returne; this trampled Vine From Heaven behold with mild aspect: Once planted by that Hand of thine; The branches of thy owne Elect. Which now cut downe, wild Flames devoure; Through thy fierce wrath to ruine brought: Protect thy People by thy Power; And perfect what thy selfe hath wrought. Reviv'd, we will thy Name adore; Nor ever from thy Pleasure swerve. O from Captivity restore, And by thy powerfull grace preserve!

PSALME LXXXI.

As the 8.

TO God our Strength your voices raise: In sacred numbers sing his praise. The warbling Lute, sweet Violl bring, And solemne Harp: loud Timbrels ring. The new Moone seene, shrill Trumpets sound: Your sacred Feasts with Triumph crown'd. These Rites our God established, VVhen Israel He from Aegypt led:

Their necks with Yokes of bondage wrung; Inured to an unknowne tongue. Your burdens I have cast away, Said he, and cleans'd your hands from clay: Then sav'd, when in your feares you cri'd; And from the thundring Cloud repli'd. I tri'd you; heard your murmurings, At Meribahs admired Springs. You Sons of Israel, give eare; I will instruct you, would you heare. Beware; no foraigne gods adore; Nor their adulterate Powers implore. [Part. 2] I Thee alone brought from the Land Of Bondage, with a mighty Hand. I know, and will supply thy need; When naked, clothe; when hungry, feed. Yet would not they my Counsell brooke; But desperately their God forsooke: Whom I unto their lusts resign'd, And errors of their wandring Mind. O that they had my voyce obei'd, Nor from the paths of Vertue straid! Then Victory their brows had crown'd: Their slaughter'd Foes had spread the ground: Then had I made their enemy Submit, and at their mercy lie: Themselves blest with eternall Peace; Inriched with the Earths increase: VVith floure of Wheat, and Honey fill'd, From breaches of the Rocke distill'd.

PSALME LXXXII.

As the 4.

GOD sits upon the Throne of Kings, And Judges unto judgement brings: Why then so long Maintaine you wrong, And favour Lawlesse things?

Defend the Poore, the Fatherlesse; Their crying injuries redresse: And vindicate The Desolate, Whom wicked men oppresse.

For they of knowledge have no Light, Nor Will to know; but walke in Night.

Earths Bases faile; No Lawes prevaile; Scarce one in heart upright.

Though Gods, and Sons of the most High; Yet you, like common men, shall die; Like Princes fall. Great God, judge all The Earth, thy Monarchy.

PSALME LXXXIII.

As the 1.

LORD, sit not still, as deafe unto our cries: For lo! our Enemies in tumults rise. Even those, who thy Omnipotence deny, And hate thy Name, advance their Crests on high: Darke counsels take, and secretly contrive Their slaughter, whom thy Mercy keeps alive. Come, say they, let us with incessant stroks Hew downe this Nation, like a grove of Okes Till they no longer be; and Israel die Both in his Race, and ruin'd Memory. They all, in one Confederacy, have made A solemne League; suppli'd with foraigne aide. Fierce Idumaeans, who in Nomades stray, And shaggy Ismaelites, that live by prey; Th'incestuous Race, that border on the Lake Of salt Asphalthis: Savage Thieves, who take Their name from servile Hagar; they, who dwell In Gebal; Ammonites, who Peace expell; Sterne Palaestines; and wild Amalekites; False Tyrians; Ashur with Lots Sons unites. [Part. 2] Let them like Midian fall, by mutuall wounds; Like Sisera; fall like Jabin, on the bounds Of Endor, where swift Kison takes his birth; Who lay like Dung upon the fatned Earth: Like Zeb, and Orebs Princes; made a prey For Wolves: like Zeba and proud Zalmuna: VVho said, let us these Israelites destroy, And all the Cities of their God enjoy. O let them, like a wheele be hurried round; Like chaffe, which whirl-winds ravish from the ground; As Woods grown dry with age, imbrac'd with fire. VVhose flames above the singed Hils aspire: So in the Tempest of thy Wrath pursue; And with thy Stormes thy trembling Foes subdue.

O fill their Hearts with griefe; their lookes with shame; Till they invoke thy late blasphemed Name. Confound them with eternall Infamie; That they, through anguish of their Soules, may die. That men Jehovah's VVonders may rehearse; The great Commander of this Universe.

PSALME LXXXIV.

As the 29.

O How amiable are Thy Aboads, great God of warre! How I languish through restraint! How my longing Spirits faint! Lord, for thee I daily crie; In thy absence hourely die. Sparrowes there their young ones reare; And the Summers Harbinger By thy Altar builds her nest, Where they take their envi'd rest. O my King! O thou most High! Arbiter of Victorie! Happie men! who spend their Dayes In thy Courts; there sing thy 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 made: And guide it with a reine. Justice with Judgement joyn'd, thy Throne uphold: Mercy and Truth thy sacred browes infold. Thrice happy they, who, when the Trumpet cals, Throng to thy celebrated Festivals! They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight, And guide their Feet by that informing light: Thy Name shall daily in their mouthes be found; And in thy Justice shall their Joyes abound. [Part. 3] Our Ornament in Peace, our Strength in Wars; Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars. Thou, Holy One of Israel, our King; Thou our defence; secure beneath thy VVing. Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice; Of strenuous David have I made my choice, (On that Heroë powr'd my Sacred Oyle) To guide my People, and preserve from spoile. I will support him with my powerfull Arme; No Foe shall Tribute force; nor Treason harme:

His enemies before his Face shall flie, And those, who hate his Soule, by slaughter die. Our Truth and Clemencie shall crowne his Daies, And to the Firmament his Glory raise. He, from the Billows of the Tyrian Maine, To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reigne. Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall, Me Father, God, and great Protector call. My Favorite he shall be, and my First birth; Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth. My Mercy him for ever shall preserve: And from my Promise I will never swerve. His Seed shall alwaies reigne; his Throne shall last, While Daies have light, and Nights their shadows cast: [Part. 4] If they my Judgements slight, forsake my Law, My Rites neglect, and from my Rule withdraw; Then I with whips will their offences scourge, With labour, misery, and sorrows urge: Yet will not utterly my King forsake, My Vow infringe, or alter what I spake. I by my Sanctity to David sware, That he, and his should never want an Heire, To sway the Hebrew Scepter, while the Sun His usuall Race should through the Zodiack run; VVhile Men, the Moone and radiant Stars should see, The faithfull witnesses of my Decree. But thou art angry with thy owne Elect, And dost thy late affected King reject; Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworne; Thou from his Browes his Diadem hast torne, Cast downe the Rampier, which his strength renown'd, And all his Bulwarks level'd with the ground: VVhom now his Neighbours scorne; a common prey, And spoile to all that travell by the way. [Part. 5] Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes, VVho now rejoyce and triumph in his woes; Rebatest his sharpe Sword, unnerv'st his might, And mak'st him shrinke in fervor of the fight: His splendor hast Eclipsed; his renowne In ruines buried, and his Throne cast downe: His Youth consumed with untimely Age; Markt out for shame; the object of thy Rage. How long shall he in thy displeasure mourne! Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burne! O call to mind the shortnesse of my daies; That dreame of Man, which like a Flower decaies.

VVho lives, that can the stroke of Death defend; Or shall not to the silent Grave descend? Where is thy ancient Love! thy plighted Troth, Confirm'd to David by a solemne Oath! Remember the Reproches I have borne; Those of the Mighty; and their bitter scorne: Traduced; by thy enemies abhorr'd. Yet, O my pensive Soule, praise thou the Lord.

Amen, Amen.

A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID.

PSALME XC.

As the 34.

O Thou the Father of us all, Our refuge from th'Originall; That wert our God, before The aëry Mountaines had their birth, Or Fabricke of the peopled Earth; And art for evermore.

But fraile man, daily dying, must At thy Command returne to Dust: Or should he Ages last; Ten thousand yeares are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night, Or as a Day that's past.

He by the Torrent swept from hence; An empty Dreame, which mocks the Sense, And from the Phansie flies: Such as the beauty of the Rose, Which in the dewy Morning blows, Then hangs the head and dies.

Through daily anguish we expire: Thy anger a consuming Fire, To our offences due. Our sinnes (although by Night conceal'd, By shame, and feare) are all reveal'd, And naked to thy view.

Thus in thy wrath our yeares we spend; And like a sad discourse they end, Nor but to seventy last: Or if to eighty they arrive, We then with Age, and Sicknesse strive; Cut off with winged haste.

[Part. 2] Who knowes the terror of thy wrath, Or to thy dreadfull anger hath Proportion'd his due feare? Teach us to number our fraile Daies, That we our hearts to Thee may raise, And wisely sinne forbeare.

Lord, O how long! at length relent! And of our miseries repent; Thy Early Mercy shew: That we may unknowne comfort taste: For those long daies in sorrow past, As long of joy bestow.

The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants: on their Race Thy chearefull beames reflect, O let on us thy Beauty shine! Blesse our attempts with aide divine, And by thy Hand direct.

PSALME XCI.

As the 9.

VVHo makes th'Almighty his retreat, Shall rest beneath his shady Wings; Free from th'oppression of the Great, The rage of Warre, or wrath of Kings. Free from the cunning Fowlers traine; The tainted aires infectious breath: His Truth in perils shall susteine, And shield thee from the stroke of Death. No terrors shall thy sleeps affright; Nor deadly flying Arrowes slay: Nor Pestilence devoure by Night, Or Slaughter massacre by Day. A thousand and ten thousand shall Sinke on thy Right hand and thy Left: Yet thou secure shall see their fall; By vengeance, of their lives bereft.

Since God thou hast thy Refuge made, And do'st to him thy Vowes direct; No evill shall thy strength invade, Nor wasting plagues thy roofe infect. Thee shall his Angels safely guide; Upheld by winged Legions, Left thou at any time should'st slide. And dash thy Foot against the Stones. Thou on the Basiliske shalt tread; The Mountaine Lion boldly meet, And trample on the Dragons Head; The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet. Since he hath fix't his love on me, Saith God, and walked in my wayes; I will his Soule from danger free, And from the reach of Envie raise. To him I his desires will give; From danger guard; in honour place: He long, long happily shall live, And flourish in my saving Grace.

PSALME XCII.

As the 29.

THou, who art inthron'd above; Thou, by whom we live, and move; O how sweet, how excellent, Is't with tongue and hearts consent, Thankefull hearts and joyfull tongues, To renowne thy Name in Songs! When the Morning paints the Skies, When the sparkling Starres arise; Thy high favours to rehearse, Thy firme faith, in gratefull Verse, Take the Lute, and Violin; Let the solemne Harpe begin; Instruments strung with ten strings; While the Silver Cimbal rings. From thy VVorkes my joy proceeds: How I triumph in thy Deeds! VVho thy Wonders can expresse! All thy Thoughts are fathomlesse; Hid from Men in Knowledge blinde; Hid from Fooles to Vice inclin'd. Who that Tyrant Sin obey; Though they spring like Flowers in May Parch't with Heat, and nipt with Frost, Soone shall fade, for ever lost.

[Part. 2] Lord, thou art most Great, most High; Such from all Eternitie. Perish shall thy Enemies, Rebels that against thee rise. All, who in their Sins delight, Shall be scatter'd by thy Might. But thou shalt exalt my Horne, Like a youthfull Vnicorn; Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head. I shall see my Foes defeat, Shortly heare of their retreat: But the Just like Palmes shall flourish, VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish: Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon. Plants set in thy Court, below Spread their roots, and upwards grow; Fruit in their Old-age shall bring; Ever fat and flourishing. This Gods Justice celebrates; He, my Rocke, Injustice hates.

PSALME XCIII.

As the 47.

NOw great Jehovah raignes, VVith Majesty aray'd; His Power all powers restraines, By men and gods obey'd. The round Earth hung In liquid Aire; Establisht there But by his Tongue.

Thy Throne more old then Time, And after, as before. The Flouds in billowes clime, And foming loudly rore. VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves, And breaks his Waves Against the Skies.

But thou more to be fear'd, More terrible then these: Thy Voice in Thunder heard;

Thy Nod rebukes the Seas. Thee Truth renowns; Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns.

PSALME XCIV.

As the 10.

GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those, who are in Mischiefe strong. Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes: For Vengeance doth to Thee belong. Judge of the World, prevent The Proud and Insolent.

How long shall they the Just oppresse, And triumphin their Wickednesse! How long supplant! Ah! how long vaunt, And glory in their dire successe! Thy Saints asunder break, Insulting o're the Weak!

Who Strangers, and poore VViddowes kill; The blood of wretched Orphans spill: And say, Can he Or heare, or see? Doth God regard what's good or ill? Brute Beasts, without a mind! O Fools in knowledge blind!

Shall not th'Almighty see and heare, VVho form'd the Eye, and fram'd the Eare? VVho Nations slew, Not punish you? VVho taught, not know? to him appeare Darke Counsels, secret Fires, Vaine Hopes, and vast Desires.

[Part. 2] But O! thrice blessed he, whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod; Informes, and awes By sacred Lawes. In stormes brought to a safe aboad: VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall.

For he will not forsake th'Elect; Nor who adore his Name reject: But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice, and her Throne Erect: VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light.

VVhat mortall will th'Afflicted aid? Depend when impious Foes invade? Lord, hadst not thou, My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid: For he my Out-cries heard; And from the Centre rear'd.

VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds; Thou powrest Balme into her wounds. Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie? VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds? VVho swarme to circumvent, And doome the Innocent.

But thou, O Lord, art my Defence, My Refuge, and my Recompence. The Vicious shall By Vices fall; By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence. God shall cut off their breath, And give them up to Death.

PSALME XCV.

As the 34.

COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise, VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes; Sing with a joyfull voyce. VVith bending Knees, and raised Eyes Adore your God: ô sacrifice; In sacred Hymnes rejoyce.

Great is the God of our Defence, Transcending all in eminence: His Hand the Earth sustaines; The Depths, the loftie Mountaines made; The Land and liquid Plaines displaid, And curbs them with his Reines.

O come, before his Foot-stoole fall, Our onely God, who form'd us all; Through Stormes of danger led. He is our Shepheard, we his Sheepe; His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe, In pleasant Pastures fed.

The Voice of God thus spake this Day; Repine not as at Meribah, As in the Wildernesse: Where your Fore-fathers tempted me; Who did my Workes of Wonder see, And to their shame confesse.

VVhen vex't for fortie yeares, I said; This People in their hearts have strai'd; Rebellious to command: To whom I in my Anger swore, That Death should seise on them, before They knew this pleasant Land.

PSALME XCVI.

As the 29.

NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King: You, all you of Humane birth, Fed and nourisht by the Earth, Celebrate Jehovah's Praise, Daily his Deliveries blase. His Glory let the Gentiles know; To the VVorld his wonders show. O how gracious! ô how great! Earth his Foot-stoole, Heaven his Seat. To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods, whom Fooles adore; Idols by their Servants made: But our God the Heavens display'd. Honour, Beautie, Power Divine, In his Sanctuarie shine. All, who by his Favour live, Glory to Jehovah give; Glory due unto his Name, And his Mightie Deeds proclame. Offerings on his Altar lay; There your Vowes devoutly pay.

In his beauteous Holinesse [Part. 2] To the Lord your Prayer addresse. All, whom Earths round shoulders beare, Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare. Tell Mankinde, Jehovah raignes: He shall bind the world in Chaines, So as it shall never slide; And with sacred Justice guide. Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce; Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice: Let the dancing Billowes rore; Ecchoes answer from the Shore: Fields their flowrie Mantles shake; All shall in their Joy partake: VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring. Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth; He, He comes to judge the Earth. Justly He the VVorld shall sway, And his Truth to men display.

PSALME XCVII.

As the 8.

O Earth! joy in Jehovah's Raigne; You numerous Iles, claspt by the Maine. Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold. Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold. VVho fierie Darts before him throwes; VVith winged flames consumes his Foes. His Lightning made a Day of Night; Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight. The Mountaines at his Presence sweat, Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat; At his Descension from the Skie, VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie. The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse; His Glorie wondering men confesse. Let those with shame to Hell descend, VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend; VVhose rockes for Deities implore: O all you gods, our God adore. Rejoycing Sion heard her King: Her Daughters of his Judgements sing. Thou art exalted above all Mankinde, and Pow'rs Angelicall.

Those Saints thy shady Wings protect, VVho Sin abhorre, and thee affect. For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light, And joy, which shall invest th'Vpright. You Just, your joyfull Hearts elate; His blest Memoriall celebrate.

PSALME XCVIII.

As the 47.

SING to the King of kings, Sing in unusuall Laies; That hath wrought wondrous things, His Conquest crown with Praise: Whose Armes alone, And sacred Hands, Their impious Bands Have overthrown.

He Justice brings to light; His saving Truth extends, Even in the Gentiles sight, To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd, And promise made To Jacobs Race.

Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise, VVith universall Mirth, And loudly sing his Praise: To Musick joyne The warbling Voice, Let all rejoyce With Joy divine.

The sprightly Trumpet sound; The shrill-voic'd Cornet bring: Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King. Rore out you Seas, You spangled Skies, All you comprise, Rejoyce with these.

Flouds clap your thronging waves; You Hils exalt your mirth:

He, who his People saves, Now comes to judge the Earth: The round World shall VVith Justice trie; His Equitie Dispenst to all.

PSALME XCIX.

As the 29.

LEt our Foes with terrour quake; Let the Earths Foundation shake: Now the Lord his Raigne begins, Thron'd betweene the Cherubins. O how great in Sions Towers! High above all Mortall Powers. Great and terrible his Name: Since so holy, praise the same. Judgement his great Power affects; Yet by Equitie directs. These celestiall Twins imbrace; These reflect on Jacobs Race. O how holy! above all Honour; at his Foot-stoole fall, Moses: Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore: Samuel by Vow desir'd, Among those who were inspir'd. These to him their Praiers preferr'd, These by him as soone were heard. These his Statutes rarely brake: Unto these th' Almightie spake, In the Pillar of a Cloud: To his Service ever vow'd. He did their Petitions heare, Mercifull, and yet severe. The Holy, on his holy Hill Glorifie, and worship still.

PSALME C.

As the 47.

All from the Suns uprise, Unto his Setting Raies, Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise. Him serve alone; In triumph bring Your Gifts, and sing Before his Throne.

Man drew from Man his Birth, But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth, Fill'd with caelestiall Flame. His Sons we are; Sheep by him led, Preserv'd, and fed With tender care.

O, to his Portals presse In your divine resorts: VVith Thanks his Power professe, And praise him in his Courts. How good! how pure! His Mercies last: His promise past For ever sure.

PSALME CI.

As the 46.

OF Justice I and Mercy sing, Which, Lord, from thee, their Fountain spring; The Graces that adorn a King.

Grave Wisdome shall my steps direct, No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect. When wilt thou visit thine Elect!

No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide: Who from the Tract of Vertue slide, Just Hate shall from my Soul divide.

Who mischief in their Hearts contrive, Delight in Wrong, in Factions strive, I from my peacefull Court will drive.

Who hath his Friend with Slander strook, I will cut off; nor ever brook A proud Heart, and a haughty Look.

Mine Eyes the Faithfull shall observe; Those in my Family shall serve, Who never from pure Vertue swerve,

But who are exercis'd in Guile, Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile, I from my Presence will exile.

And all the VVicked in the Land VVill cut off with a timely Hand; Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand.

PSALME CII.

As the 22.

ACcept my Prayers, nor to the Cry Of my Affliction stop thine Eare: Lord, in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appeare: The Sighings of my Spirit heare; And when I call, with speed reply.

As Smoke, so fleets my Soule away; My marrow dry'd, as Harths with heat: My heart struck down, like withered Hay; Through Sorrow I forsake my meat, While meagre cares my Liver eate: The clinging Skin my Bones display.

Like Desert-haunting Pelicans; In Cities not lesse desolate: Like Screech-Owles, who with ominous straines Disturb the Night, and day-light hate: A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate, And on a Pinacle complaines.

Reviling Foes my Honour blast, And frantick men my ruine sweare. For Bread, I roll'd-on ashes tast; Each drop I drink mixt with a teare. For, Lord, O who thy Wrath can beare Thou raisest, and dost head-long cast.

My Daies short, as the Evening shade; As Morning Dew consume away: As Grasse cut downe with Sithes, I fade, Or like a flower cropt yesterday But, Lord thou suffer'st no decay: Thy Promises shall never vade.

For thou shalt from thy Rest arise, (Since now th'appointed time drawes neare) And look on Sions miseries, Her Walls and batter'd Buildings reare; VVhose ruins to thy Saints are deare; For they her Dust as sacred prise.

[Part. 2] Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise; All Kings thy Honour celebrate: For when the Lord shall Sion raise, His Glory shall ascend in State: So prone to heare the Desolate, And succour them in all assaies.

Unto eternall Memory Our Histories shall this record; And all that are created by His pow'rfull Hand, shall feare the Lord, Who doth such Grace to his afford, And on the Earth looks from on high;

To heare the pensive Captives grone; The Sons of Death by him unbound: His Name againe in Sion known, That Salem may his Praise resound: When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one.

Yet, Lord, amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength, abridg'd my yeares: Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in teares. Time wasts not thee, which all out-weares; Thy happy Daies for ever last.

Thou mad'st the Earth, thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd: These and their Glories shall decay; But thou shalt thy existence hold: They like a Garment shall grow old, And in their changes passe away.

But thou art still the same: before The World, and after shalt remaine. You blessed Soules, who God adore, VVith Patient Hope your harmes sustaine: For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours, subsist for evermore.

PSALME CIII.

As the 8.

MY Soule, and all my Faculties Jehovah praise; sing till the Skies

Re-eccho his ascending Fame: My Soule, O celebrate his Name! Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die. He gently pardons our misdeeds, And cures the VVound which inward bleeds. Hath from the Chains of Death unbound; With Clemency and Mercy crown'd. VVith Food our Hunger he subdues: And Eagle-like our Youth renues. His Justice he extends to all; Oppressors by his Vengeance fall. His sacred Paths to Moses shown; His Miracles to Israel known: From Him the Springs of Mercy flow; Swift to forgive, to anger slow. For he will not for ever chide; Nor constant to his VVrath abide: But mildly from his Rage relents, And shortens our due Punishments. For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include: So ample is his Clemencie To all who on his Grace relie. [Part. 2] As farre as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent; So farre he sets from his Aspect Their Cuilt, who him with feare affect. And as a Father to his Child, So soft, so quickly reconcil'd. He knowes the Fabrick of us all; That dust is our Originall. Man flourisheth like Grasse, a Flower That blowes and withers in an houre: By scorching heat, by blasting Wind Deflowr'd, and leaves no print behind. But his firme Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever, and their Race: Those who his equall Lawes fulfill, Remember, and performe his VVill. In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns, And governs all that Earth contains: You Angels, who in strength exceed, VVho him obey with winged speed; You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars; O you his flaming Ministers;

All, whom his VVisdome did create; Through his large Empire celebrate His glorious Name with sweet accord: Joyne thou, my Soule, to praise the Lord.

PSALME CIV.

As the 72.

MY ravisht Soule, great God, thy praises sings; VVhom Glory circles with her radiant VVings, And Majesty invests: then Day more bright; Cloth'd with the beames of new-created Light. He, like an all-infolding Canopy, Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie: And in the Aire-embraced Waters set The Basis of his hanging Cabinet. VVho on the Clouds, as on a Chariot, rides; And with a reine the flying Tempest guides. Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made; By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd. The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Floud; In whose calme bosome unseene Mountains stood; At his rebuke it shrunke with sudden dread, And from his voices Thunder swiftly fled. Then Hils their late concealed Heads extend, And sinking Valleies to their Feet descend. The trembling VVaters through their bottomes winde, Till they the Sea, their Nurse and Mother, finde. He to the swelling Waves prescribes a bound; Lest Earth againe should by their rage be drown'd. Springs through the pleasant Medows powre their drils, VVhich Snake-like glide betweene the bordring Hils; Till they to Rivers grow; where beasts of prey Their thirst asswage, and such as man obey. [Part. 2] In neighbouring Groves the Ayr's Musicians sing, And with their Musicke entertaine the Spring. He from coelestiall Casements showres distills, And with renew'd increase his Creatures fills. He makes the food-full Earth her fruit produce; For Cattell grasse, and Herbs for humane use. The spreading Vine long purple clusters bears, VVhose juyce the hearts of pensive Mortals chears: Fat Olives smooth our browes with suppling Oyle; And strengthning Corne rewards the Reapers toile. His Fruit affording trees with sap abound. The Lord hath Lebanon with Cedars crown'd: They to the warbling Birds a shelter yield, And wandring Storks in lofty Fir-trees build.

Wild Goats to craggy Cliffs for refuge flie; And Conies in the Rocks darke entrails lie. He guides the changing Moones alternate face: The Suns diurnall and his annuall Race. T'was he that made the all-informing Light; And with darke shadowes cloths the aged Night. Then Beasts of prey breake from their Mountaine Caves; The roring Lion pinch't with hunger craves Food from his hand. But when Heavens greatest Fire. Obscures the Stars, they to their dens retire. Men with the Morning rise, to labour prest; Toile all the Day, at Night returne to rest. [Part. 3] Great God! how manifold, how infinite Are all thy works! with what a cleere fore-sight Didst thou create and multiply their birth! Thy riches fill the far extended Earth. The ample Sea; in whose unfathom'd Deep Innumerable sorts of Creatures creep: Bright-scaled Fishes in her Entrailes glide, And high-built Ships upon her bosome ride: About whose sides the crooked Dolphin playes, And monstrous Whales huge spouts of water raise. All on the Land, or in the Ocean bred, On Thee depend; in their due season fed. They gather what thy bounteous Hands bestow, And in the Summer of thy Favour grow. When thou contract'st thy clouded Brows, they mourn; And dying, to their former dust return. Againe created by thy quickning breath, To resupply the Massacres of Death. No Tract of Time his Glory shall destroy: He in th'Obedience of his Works shall joy: But when their wild revolts his Wrath provoke, Earth trembles, and the aery Mountains smoke. I all my life will my Creator praise; And to his Service dedicate my Daies. May he accept the Musicke of my Voice, While I with sacred Harmony rejoyce. Hence you profane, who in your Sins delight; God shall extirp, and cast you from his Sight. My Soule, blesse thou this all-commanding King: You Saints and Angels, Hallelu-jah sing.

PSALME CV.

As the 72.

TO God O pay your vowes; invoke his Name, And to the VVorld his noble Acts proclaime!

O sing his praises in immortall Verse, And his stupendious Miracles rehearse! You Saints, rejoyce, and glory in his Grace; His power adore; for ever seeke his Face. Old Abrahams Seed, you Sons of the Elect; You Israelites; O you, who God affect, Report the Wonders by his finger wrought, VVhen in your cause th'inferiour creatures fought. Jehovah rules the many-peopled Earth; His judgement knowne to all of humane birth. He never will forget his Promise past; His Covenants inviolable last, VVhich he to faithfull Abraham made before, And after to the holy Isaac swore: To Jacob sign'd, confirm'd to Israel; That their large Off-spring should in Canaan dwell. VVhen they, but few in number, wandered In unknowne Regions, and their Cattell fed: He did their lives from violence protect, And for their sakes even mighty Princes checkt. Touch not, said he, my Anointed: feare to wrong Those sacred Prophets, who to Me belong. [Part. 2] VVhen raging Famine in these Climats reign'd, He broke the Staffe of Bread, which life sustain'd: But Joseph sent before them; sold to save His Brethren, by whose envy made a slave. There for th'Accusers guilt in prison throwne; With galling fetters bound, for crimes unknowne; Tri'd with affliction, at the time decreed, At once by Pharaoh both advanc'd and freed. He of his houshold gave him the command, And made him Ruler over all his Land: His Princes to his government Subjects. The prudent Youth grave Senators directs. Then aged Jacob into Egypt came, And sojourn'd in the fruitfull Fields of Ham. God in that Land his people multipli'd; Their Foes, which now their greater strength envi'd, Hate what they feare: he alienates their hearts, To seeke their ruine by deceitfull Arts. Then Moses on a sacred Embassie [Part. 3] And Aaron sent; th'Elect of the most High. There wrought his dreadfull Wonders; from the Ile Of Sea-girt Pharo's to the Fals of Nile. He bade Cimmerian darknesse dim the Day: Th'assembled Vapours his commands obey.

He their seven chanel'd VVaters turn'd to Bloud; The Fishes strangled intheir native Floud. Frogs from the slimy, Earth in Millions spring; And skip about the Chambers of the King. All parts with swarms of noisome Flies abound: And Lice, like quickned dust, crawle on the ground. He storms of killing Haile, for Showers, bestowes; And from the breaking clouds his lightning throws: Blasts all the Vines, and Fig-trees in the Land; The VVoods, with Tempests torne, or naked stand. Innumerable Locusts these succeed; And Caterpillars on their leavings feed: They bite the tender Herbe, the bud, and flower; And all the virdure of the Earth devoure. Their Strength (the First-borne) slew: which fill'd their eares VVith Female screeches, and their hearts with feares. [Part. 4] Then He the Hebrews out of Goshen brought, In able health, with Gold, and Silver fraught. Th'inhabitants, whose teares augment the Nile, At their departure Joy, and Feare exile. A Cloud to shade them from the Sun was spread; And Nightly by a flaming Pillar led. At their request he sends them showres of Quailes; And Bread from Heaven, like Coriander, hailes. Cleaves the hard Rocks, from whence a Fountaine flowes, And unknowne Rivers to those Deserts showes: For he his sacred Promise call'd to minde, To Abraham his Friend and Servant sign'd. Thus he his People brought from servitude, VVhose long-felt miseries in joy conclude. From hence the Heathen by our Weapons chac'd; And us his sonnes in their possessions plac'd: That from his Statutes we might never swerve. O praise the Lord, and him devoutly serve!

PSALME CVI.

As the 72.

VVITH gratefull hearts Jehovahs praise resound; In goodnesse great; whose Mercy hath no bound. VVhat Language can expresse his mighty deeds, Or utter his due praise, which words exceeds! Thrice blessed they, who his commands observe, Nor ever from the tract of Justice swerve. Great God, O with benevolent aspect (Even with the love thou bear'st to thine Elect) Behold and succour; That my ravisht Eyes May see a period of their miseries,

VVho Thee adore: that I may give a voice To thy great Acts, and in their joy rejoyce. We as our Fathers, have thy Grace exil'd; Revolted, and our Souls with Sin defil'd. They, of thy Miracles in Egypt wrought, So full of Feare and Wonder, never thought; Thy Mercies, then their haires in number, more: But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore. Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe, That all the VVorld his wondrous Power might know. There the commanded Sea asunder rent, VVhile Israel through his dusty Chanel went: VVhom He from Pharaoh and his Army saves; The swift-returning Flouds their fatall Graves. [Part. 2] Then they his VVord believ'd, and sung his Praise; Yet soone forgot: and wandred from his VVaies. VVho long for flesh to pamper their excesse; And tempt him in the barren Wildernesse. He grants their wish, and with a Flight of Fowles Sent meager Death into their hungry Soules. They, Moses gentle Government, oppose; And envy Aaron, whom the Lord had chose. The yawning Earth then in her silent womb Did Dathan and Abirams Troups intomb. A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burnes, And those Conspirators to Ashes turnes. Yet they, the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calfe of Gold, and to an Idol prai'd. The Lord, their Glory, thus exchanged they For th'Image of a Beast that feeds on Hay: Forgot their Saviour, all his Wonders shown In Zoan, and the Plains by Nile o'reflown; The VVonders acted by his pow'rfull Hand; VVhere the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command. God had pronounc'd their ruine: Moses then, His Servant Moses, and the best of Men, Stood in the Breach, which their Rebellion made; And by his Prayer the hand of Vengeance staid. [Part. 3] Yea they this fruitfull Paradise despis'd, Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd: But mutined against their faithfull Guide, And basely wisht they had in Egypt dy'd. For this, the Lord advanc'd his dreadfull Hand, To overthrow them on th'Arabian Sand; To scatter their rebellious Seed among Their Foes; expos'd to Poverty and Wrong.

Besides; Baal-Peor they ador'd, and fed On Sacrifices offer'd to the Dead. Thus their Impieties the Lord incense, Who smote them with devouring Pestilence. But when with noble anger Phinees slew The bold Offenders, He his Plagues with-drew. This was reputed for a righteous Deed, Which should for ever consecrate his Seed. So they at Meribah his Anger mov'd; The sacred Prophet for their sakes reprov'd: Their Cries his Saint-like sufferance provoke; Who rashly in his Soules distemper spoke, Nor ever entred the affected Land. They, still rebellious to divine Command, Preserv'd those Nations by his Wrath subdu'd; Mixt with the Heathen, and their Sins pursu'd. Their cursed Idols serve with Rites profane, (Snares to their Soule) and from no Crime abstaine. Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice [Part. 4] To Divels; and looke on with tearelesse eyes. Defil'd the Land with innocent blood, which sprung From their owne loines, on flaming Altars flung. Vnto adulterate Deities they praid, And worshipped those Gods their hands had made. These crying Sins exasperate the Lord; VVho now his owne inheritance abhorr'd: Given up unto the Heathen for a Prey; Slaves to their Foes; who hate them most, obey. Deliver'd oft; as oft his Wrath provoke, And with increasing Sins renew their Yoke. Yet he compassionates their miseries, And with soft pity heares their mournfull Cries: His former Promise calls to mind, relents; And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents. In salvage Hearts unknowne Compassion bred, By whom but lately into thraldome led. Great God of gods, thy Votaries protect, And from among the Barbarous recollect: That we to Thee may dedicate our Daies, And joyntly triumph in thy glorious Praise. Blest, O for ever blest, be Israels King: All you his People, Halelu-jah sing.

Amen, Amen.

A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID.

PSALME CVII.

As the 8.

EXtoll, and our good God adore, Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore. O you by Tyrants late opprest, Now from your servile Yokes releast; Praise him, who your Redemption wrought, And home from barbarous Nations brought. From where the Morn her Wings displaies; From where the Evening crowns the Daies; Beneath the burning Zone, and neare The Influence of the freezing Beare. They in unpeopled Deserts straid; The Heavens their Roofe, the Clouds their shade: Their Soules with thirst and hunger faint; None by, to pity their Complaint: VVhen to the Lord their God they cry'd, His Mercy their extreams supply'd. He led them through the Wildernesse, And gave them Cities to possesse. O you, his Goodnesse celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! For he in foodlesse Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestiall Bread. From wondring Rocks new Currents roule, [Part. 2] To satisfie the thirsty Soule. Those Rebels, who his Counsell slight, Imprison'd in the shades of Night; Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise: When humbled with their miseries,

They to the Lord addrest their Praiers; His Mercy comforts their Despaires, From Darknesse drawes, dissolves their Gieves; And from Deaths Jawes preserves their lives. O you his Goodnesse celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate? He breaks Steel-barres, and Gates of Brasse, To force a way for His to passe. Those Fools, whom pleasing Sins intice, Are punisht by their darling Vice. Their Souls all sorts of Food distaste: Whom Troops of pale Disease waste. When they to God direct their Praiers, His Mercy comforts their Despaires. His Word restores them from their Graves, And from a dreadfull Ruine saves. O you his Goodnesse celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! Due Praises to his Altar bring, And of your great Redemption sing. [Part. 3] VVho saile upon the toiling Maine, And traffick in pursuit of Gaine, To such his Power is not unknowne, Nor wonders in the Ocean showne. At his Command black Tempests rise; Then mount they to the troubled Skies, Thence sinking to the Depths below. The Ship Hulls as the Billowes flow; And all Aboord at every seele, Like Drunkards, on the Hatches reele. VVhen they to God direct their Prayers, His Mercy comforts their Despaires. Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage, And foming Seas suppresse their Rage: Then, singing, with a prosperous gale To their desired Harbour saile. O you his Goodnesse celebrate! His Acts to 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.

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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.

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MY Soule the honor of our King, Shall in the great As∣sembly 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 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 highest on the corner plac't. God hath reveal'd these Mysteries, So full of Wonder, to our Eyes. This is his Day; a Day of Joy; Of everlasting Memory. Great God of gods, thy King protect; Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he, whom God shall send! We, who within his Courts attend, You from his Sanctuary blesse; And daily pray for your successe. God, even the Lord, hath shed his light Into our Soules, and clear'd our sight. Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe, New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God; my Songs shall praise, And to the Stars thy Glory raise. Praise our good God, The King of kings; From whom eternall Mercy springs.

PSALME CXIX.

ALEPH.

As the 1.

BLest are the Undefil'd, who God obey; Seeke with their hearts, nor from his Precepts stray. Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw, Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law. Lord, by thy sacred Rule my steps direct. Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect. Thy Justice learnt, my Soule shall sing thy Praise. Forsake me not, O guide me in thy Waies!

BETH.

[Part. 2] Young man, thy Actions by his Precepts guide: From these let not thy zealous Servant slide. Thy Word, writ in my heart, shall curb my Will. O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill! Those, by thy Tongue pronounc'd, I will unfold. Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold. On these I meditate, admire; there set My Souls delight: these never will forget.

GIMEL.

[Part. 3] O let me live t'observe thy Lawes: mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries. Me, a poore Pilgrim, with thy Truth inspire: For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire. The Proud is curst, who from thy Precepts straies. Blesse, and preserve my Soule, which these obeies. No hate of Princes from thy Law deters: My Study, my Delight, my Counsellers.

DALETH.

[Part. 4] My down-cast Soule, as thou hast promis'd, raise. Thou know'st my Thoughts; direct me in thy Waies. Informe, and I thy Wonders will professe. O strengthen me, that labour in Distresse! Shew thy cleare Paths, false Errours mist remov'd. I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd. To these I cleave: O shield me from Disgrace. Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race.

HE.

[Part. 5] Teach thou, and I thy Statutes will observe: Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve. My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine: From Avarice purge, and to thy Lawes incline. Divert from vaine desires, my darknesse cleare: Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare. Free from fear'd shame: thy Judgements are upright. O quicken me, who in thy Word delight.

VAV.

[Part. 6] His Soule protect, who on thy VVord relies; And silence my reprochfull Enemies. O thou my Hope, in me thy Truth preserve: So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe; Will freely walke in thy affected way: Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display. For in thy Statutes I my comfort place; Those study, love, and with my Soule imbrace.

ZAIN.

[Part. 7] Thinke of thy Promise, which my Hopes hath fed, All stormes appeas'd, and rais'd me from the Dead. Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd: Confirm'd, when I thy Judgements call to mind. They, who thy Lawes desert, incense my rage: Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage. Thy Name, great God, I prais'd, when others slept; This comfort had, since I thy Statutes kept.

CHETH.

[Part. 8] Thou art my Portion: I will thee adore, They Lawes observe, and promis'd Grace implore. My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct; Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect. The Wicked rob; but I thy Statutes prise: At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise. VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes, such are my Friends. Instruct; thy Mercie through the World extends.

TETH.

[Part. 9] Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord: Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford. Thu Sea of Goodnesse, that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes, by Afflictions stormes. The Proud, fat at the Heart, base Slanders raise: But I will trust in thy affected Waies. Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought. Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught,

JOD.

[Part. 10] Informe me, my Creator, in thy Lawes; That thine may see thy Observer with applause, Thou ever just, in favour dost correct. With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live, who in thy Precepts joy; Those keepe: the Proud, who causlesse hate, destroy. VVho feare and know thy Lawes, to me unite: O, lest I perish, guide me by their light!

CAPH.

[Part. 11] With Expectation faint, and blind; yet still My Soule expects. Thy Promise, Lord, fulfill. I, though a bladder, on thy Word depend. Confound my Foes: when shall my Sorrows end! The Proud have pitcht their toils; infring'd thy Laws: O sacred Justice, snatch me from their jawes. They had almost devour'd; but I affect Thy Precepts: quicken, and by those direct.

LAMED.

[Part. 12] Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above; Firme as the Poles, or Earth; which never move: By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd. Thy Lawes my Life; else Griefe my eyes had clos'd. Nor will I these forget; by these renew'd. Thy chosen save, who hath thy Truth pursu'd. The VVicked chase my Soule, which thee obeies. Thy Word shall last, when Heaven and Earth decaies.

MEM.

[Part. 13] O how I love thy Lawes! those exercise! By them made wiser then my Enemies. More then my Teachers know, more then the Old: VVith Vertue these inflame, from Vice with-hold. That they may guide me, I have cleans'd my Heart: And from thy Precepts never will depart: Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet. By-waies I hate; by thine become discreet.

NVN.

[Part. 14] Thy Word, my Light; a Lamp to guide my way. I sware t'observe thy Truth, and will not stray. My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale: Accept my offerings, and thy Will reveale. Although inclos'd with Death; though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule; yet have I thee obei'd. My comforts, my eternall Heritage. O may I keepe them, till I die for age.

SAMECH.

[Part. 15] I love thy Law; my hate to sin is great: O thou my hope, my Shield, my safe retreat! My Will shall thine obey. Hence you prophane. Lord, save my Soule, nor let me hope in vaine. Uphold; and I thy Justice shall applaud. Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud; Cast out like Drosse. My heart affects thy path, Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath.

AIN.

[Part. 16] O leave me not to my outragious Foes: Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose. Mine Eyes even faile, while I thy aide expect. Be mercifull, and in thy Wayes direct. Inlarge my mind, thy Wayes to understand: 'Tis time; for they infringe thy just Command, Which more then Gold; then Gold refin'd I prise; In all upright. But hate deceitfull lies.

PE.

[Part. 17] Thy Word, the Gate of Life, even Babes inspires With Knowledge: this my obsequious Soule admires: This I with thirsty appetite devoure. Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre. Compose my steps: so shall not sinne subject, Nor man oppresse: for I thy Lawes affect. Shine on my Soule; thy Statutes teach: mine Eyes Shed showres of teares, when men thy Lawes despise.

TSADDI.

[Part. 18] As Thou thy Selfe, so all thy Lawes are just: Faithfull to those, who in thy Promise trust. Zeale hath consum'd me, for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Lawes, which I in heart affect. Those to observe, though meane and scorn'd, intend, Truth crownes thy Word; thy Justice without end. These in my griefe, and trouble comfort give. Informe with Knowledge, that my Soule may live.

COPH.

[Part. 19] O heare my cries! preserve his life, who will Thy Laws obey, and just Commands fulfill. My Eies out-watch the Night; my cries prevent The early Morne, in due Devotion spent. Heare, and revive; thy Justice execute On lawlesse men: preserve from their pursuit. Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand. Thy Judgements on eternall Bases stand.

RESCH.

[Part. 20] Behold my sorrowes; patronize my cause. Thy Word performe to him, that keepes thy Lawes. Death shall devoure, who thy Commands neglect. Thou, great in Mercy, my sought life protect. In all extreames I have thy VVill observ'd: Griev'd, when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd, To me, who love thy Lawes, thy Grace extend: Thy Truth began with Time, and knowes no end.

SCHIN.

[Part. 21] Tyrants oppresse; thy VVord restraines my Minde: VVherein I joy, like those who Treasure finde. Fraud I abhorre; inamour'd on thy VVaies. Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise. VVho love thy Lawes, sweet Peace, and Safetie blesse. In Thee I hope, nor thy just Will transgresse. Thy Word observe: thy Statutes I affect; Which through these humane Seas my course direct.

TAV.

[Part. 22] Accept my Prayers: with Knowledge, Lord, indue; From Death redeeme; since to thy Promise true. Thy Statutes taught, I will thy Praise resound. Thy Word extoll, and Lawes with Justice crown'd. These are my choice: uphold with thy right Hand; Who feed on Hope, and joy in thy Command. Prolong my life, that I thy Praise may sing. Lord, thy straid Sheepe backe to thy Pasture bring.

PSALME CXX.

As the 5.

DIstrest, and in my minde dismay'd, When destitute of humane aid, To Thee successefully I prai'd.

Lord, shield me from the Fraudulent; From those that are on malice bent; Who envious Calumnies invent.

O thou false tongue, steep't in the gall Of Serpents! what reward, for all Thy mischiefe, shall to thee befall!

Like Arrowes shot from Parthian strings, Fir'd Juniper, and Scorpions stings; Such art thou, ô thou worst of things!

Wo's me, that I from Israel Exiled, must in Mesech dwell; And in the Tents of Ismael!

O how long shall I live with those, Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose; Where Fury by disswasion growes:

PSALME CXXI.

As the 15.

TO the Hils thine Eies erect, Helpe from those alone expect. He who Heaven and Earth hath made, Shall from Sion send thee aid. God thy ever-watchfull Guide, Will not suffer thee to slide.

He, even he, who Israel keepes, Never slumbers, never sleepes. He, thy Guard, with Wings display'd, Shall refresh Thee in their Shade: Suns shall not with heat infect, But their temperate beames reflect: Nor unwholsome Serene shall From the Moones moyst influence fall. When thou travel'st on the way, VVhen at home thou spend'st the Day, VVhen sweet Peace thy life delights, VVhen imbroil'd in bloudie Fights, God shall all thy steps attend, Now, and evermore defend.

PSALME CXXII.

As the cxi,

O Happy Summons! to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort. Jerusalem, our Feet shall tread VVithin thy VValls! O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Judah's Throne; Three Cities strongly joyn'd in one! The Tribes in throngs to Thee ascend; The Tribes which on the Lord depend: Fat Offerings to his Altar bring, And his immortall Praises sing. There shall he his Tribunall place, The Judgement-seat of Davids Race. Your joyes shall with your daies increase, VVho love and pray for Salems Peace, May Peace within thy VValls abound; Thy Palaces with joy resound: Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake, May never VVarre thy Bulwarkes shake: Even for the hope of Israel, And House, where God vouchsafes to dwell.

PSALME CXXIII.

As the 34.

THou mover of the rolling Spheares, I through the Glasses of my Teares, To Thee my Eies erect. As Servants marke their Masters hands: As Maids their Mistresses commands, And liberty expect:

So we, deprest by enemies, And growing troubles, fixe our Eies On God, who sits on High: Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end, And turne our teares to joy.

O save us, Lord, by all forlorne; The subject of contempt, and scorne. Defend us from their pride, VVho live in fluency and ease; VVho with our woes their malice please, And miseries deride.

PSALME CXXIV.

As the 72.

BVT that God fought for us, may Israel say; But that God fought for us, in that sad Day; VVhen men inflam'd with wrath; against us rose: VVe had alive beene swallowed by our Foes: Then had we sunke beneath the roaring Waves, And in their horrid entrailes found our graves: Then had their violence, like torrents powr'd From melting Hils, our wretched lives devour'd. O blest be God! who hath not given our bloud To quench their thirst, nor made our flesh their food. Our Soules, like Birds, have scap't the Fowlers Net; The snares are broke, which for our lives were set. Our onely confidence is in his Name, VVho made the Earth, and Heavens immortall frame.

PSALME CXXV.

As the 9.

THey, who the Lord their Fortresse make, Shall like the Towers of Sion rise; VVhich dreadfull Earth-quakes never shake, Nor raging tumults of the skies. Lo! as the Hils of Solyma Divine Jerusalem enclose: So shall his Angels in the Day Of danger, shield them from their Foes. The Wicked shall not long subject Their holy Race; lest through despaire They should the Lawes of God neglect, And be as their Commanders are. Lord, to the Good be good; the Just Protect: Their punishments increase,

Who follow their rebellious lust: But crowne thy Israel with Peace.

PSALME CXXVI.

As the cxi

VVHen God had our deliverance wrought, And Sion out of Bondage brought; It seem'd to us a Dreame; who were Distracted betweene Hope and Feare. Then sacred Joy fill'd every Brest: In flowing Mirth, and Songs exprest. The wondring Heathen oft would say; How good! how great a God have they! Great things for us the Lord hath wrought; Above the reach of humane thought: We therefore will his praises sing. The Remnant, Lord, from Bondage bring; As Rivers through the parched Sand, Or showres which fall on thirsty land. VVho sow in Teares, shall reape in Joy. We after long Captivity, Unto our native Soile retire; The scope and crowne of our desire.

PSALME CXXVII.

As the 7.

VNlesse the Lord the house sustaine, They build in vaine; In vaine they watch, unlesse the Lord The City guard. In vaine you rise before the Light, And breake the slumbers of the Night.

In vaine the bread of sorrow eat, Got by your sweat; Unlesse the Lord with good successe Your labours blesse: For he all good on 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.

'Tis like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head: Which trickled from his Beard and Breast, Downe to the bordes of his Vest. 'Tis 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 Jerusalem hath fixt his Seat.

PSALME CXXXVI.

CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

THe Bountie of Jehovah praise: This God of gods all Scepters swaies. Thankes to the Lord of lords afford; And

his amazing Wonders blaze: For from the King of kings Eternall Mercie springs.

Him praise, who fram'd the arched Skie; Those Orbs that move so orderly. Firme Earth above, The Flouds that move Display'd, and rais'd the Hils on high. For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs.

Who Sun and Moone inform'd with Light, To guide the Day, and rule the Night: The fixed Starres, And Wanderers Created by divine fore-sight. For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs.

The first-borne of Aegyptians slew; VVhose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew: And from that Land, With powerfull hand, Th'oppressed sonnes of Jacob drew. For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs.

The parted Seas before them fled, VVho in their empty chanels tread: The joyning waves, Aegyptian graves: And his through food-lesse Deserts led. For from the King of Kings Eternall mercy springs.

VVho numerous Armies put to flight, And mighty Princes slew in fight: Og prostrate laid, VVho Bashan swai'd; And Sihon the crown'd Amorite. For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs.

By his strong hand those Giants fell; And gave their Lands to Israel: Confirm'd by deed Vnto their Seed: VVho in their conquer'd Cities dwell. For from the King of kings Eternall mercy springs.

Remembred us in our distresse; And freed from those, who did oppresse. He food doth give To all that live. The God of Heaven, O Israel, blesse. For from the King of kings Eternall Mercy springs.

PSALME CXXXVII.

As the 1.

AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay, And there, O Sion, to thy Ashes pay Our funerall teares: our silent Harps, unstrung, And unregarded, on the Willowes hung. Lo, they who had thy desolation wrought, And captiv'd Judah unto Babel brought, Deride the teares which from our Sorrowes spring; And say in scorne, A Song of Sion sing. Shall we prophane our Harps at their command? Or holy Hymnes sing in a forraigne Land? O Solyma! thou that art now become A heape of stones, and to thy selfe a Tomb! When I forget thee, my deare Mother, let My fingers their melodious skill forget: When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine, receive; Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave. Remember Edom, Lord; their cruell pride, Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd; Downe with their Buildings, rase them to the ground, Nor let one Stone be on another found.

Thou Babylon, whose Towers now touch the Skie, That shortly shalt as low in ruines lie; O happy! O thrice happy they, who shall VVith equall cruelty revenge our fall! That dash thy Childrens braines against the stones: And without pity heare their dying grones.

PSALME CXXXVIII.

As the 46.

MY Soule, applaud our glorious King; Before the Gods his praises sing: His Mercy an eternall Spring.

For this, on consecrated ground Will I adore; thy Truth resound; Thy VVord above all Names renown'd.

Thou heard'st me, when to thee I cri'd; VVhen Danger charg'd on every side; By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd.

All those, who awfull Scepters beare, VVhen they of thy Performance heare, Shall worship thee with reverent feare.

They shall his Truth and Mercy praise, VVho all the World with Justice swaies; VVhose VVonders Adoration raise.

Although inthron'd above the Skies, He on the lowly casts his eyes, But doth the Insolent despise.

Though stormes of Troubles me inclose; Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes, And raise me in their overthrowes.

For God his Promise will effect; The Faithfull faithfully protect; Nor ever his owne Choice reject.

PSALME CXXXIX.

As the cxi.

THou know'st me, O thou onely Wise; Seest when I sit, and when I rise; Canst my concealed thoughts disclose; Observ'st my Labours and Repose;

Know'st all my Counsels, all my Deeds, Each word which from my Tongue proceeds: Behind, before, by thee inclos'd; Thy Hand on every part impos'd. Such knowledge my capacitie Transcends; so wonderfull, so high! O which way shall I take my flight? Or where conceale me from thy sight? Ascend I Heaven; Heaven is thy Throne: Dive I to Hell; there art thou knowne. Should I the Mornings wings obtaine, And flie beyond th'Hesperian Maine; Thy powerfull Arme would reach me there, Reduce, and curb me with thy feare. Were I involv'd in shades of Night; That Darknesse would convert to Light. VVhat Clouds can from discovery free! VVhat Night, wherein thou canst not see! The Night would shine like Daies cleare flame; Darknesse and Light, to Thee the same. Thou sift'st my reines, even thoughts to come: Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb. Great God, that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick; be thou ever prais'd. O full of Admiration [Part. 2] Are these thy VVorks! to me well-knowne. My bones were to thy view displaid, VVhen I in secret shades was made; VVhen wrought by thee with curious art, As in the Earths inferiour part. On me, an Embryon, didst thou looke: My members written in thy Booke Before they were: which perfect grew In time, and open to the view. Thy Counsels admirable are; And yet as infinite as rare. O could I number them, farre more Then Sands upon the murmuring shore! VVhen I awake, thy VVorks againe My thoughts with wonder entertaine. The VVicked thou wilt surely kill. Hence you, who bloud with pleasure spill. Their tongues thy Majestie profane; They take thy sacred Name in vaine. Lord, hate not I thy Enemies? And grieve, when they against thee rise?

I hate them with a perfect hate; And, as my Foes, would ruinate. Search and explore my heart: O try My thoughts, and their Integritie. Behold, if I from Vertue stray: And lead in thy eternall Way.

PSALME CXL.

As the 14.

LOrd, save me from the Violent; From him who takes delight in ill: Whose heart Deceit and Mischiefe fill; On bloudy Warre and Outrage bent.

Their wounding Tongues, like Serpents whet; Poison of Asps their Lips inclose. O save from fierce and Wicked Foes; Who toiles, to overthrow me, set!

The Proud have hid their cords and snares; Spread all their Nets; their Gins have laid. To God, Thou art my God, I said; O gently heare thy Suppliant's pray'rs.

My strong Preserver in the fight, As with a Helme, my head defends. Let not the Wicked gaine their ends; Lord, lest their pride rise with their might.

Themselves let their owne Slanders wound: Destroy Him who their fury leads. Let burning coles fall on their heads; And quenchlesse flames imbrace them round.

Cast them into the Depths below; From thence, O never let them rise! Let Death the Slanderer surprise; And Mischiefe salvage Wrath o'rethrow.

God to th'Afflicted aid will give; The Poore defend from Death and Shame. The Just shall celebrate thy Name; And ever in thy Presence live.

PSALME CXLI.

As the 22.

TO Thee I cry; Lord, heare my cries; O come with speed unto my aid: Let my sad Prayres before Thee rise, Like Incense on the Altar laid; Or as when I, with hands displaid, Present my Evening Sacrifice.

Before my mouth a 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 Prisoners chaines: To the blind restores his sight; Reares, who fall by wicked might. Righteousnesse his Soule affects. Friendlesse Strangers he protects, Widdowes, and the Fatherlesse; Those confounds who these oppresse. Zion, God, thy God shall raigne, While the Poles their Orbs sustaine. Halelu-jah.

PSALME CXLVII.

As the CXI

IEhovah praise with one consent. How comely! sweet! how excellent, To sing our great Creators praise! Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise, Collecting scattered Israel, That they in their owne Townes may dwell: He cures the sorrowes of our minds; Our wounds imbalmes, and softly binds. He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames, And calls them by their severall Names. Great is our God, and great in might; His knowledge O most infinite! The Humble unto Thrones erects; The Insolent to Earth dejects. Present your thanks to our great King; On solemne Harps his Praises sing; Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides, And timely Raine for Earth provides.

With grasse he cloths the pregnant Hils, And hungry beasts with Herbage fils. He feeds the Ravens croaking brood, (Left by the Old) that cry for food. [Part. 2] He cares not for the strength of Horse, Nor mans strong limbs, and matchlesse force: But those affects, who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith. O Solyma, Jehovah praise; To God thy Voice, O Sion, raise: Who hath thy City fortify'd; Thy streets with Citizens supply'd: Firme peace in all thy borders set, And fed thee with the flowre of Wheat. He sends forth his Commands, which flie More swift then Lightning through the Skie: The Snow-like VVooll on Mountains spreads; And hoary Frosts like Ashes sheds; While solid Flouds their course refraine, VVhat Mortall can his cold sustain? At this Command, by Wind and Sun Dissolv'd, th'unfetter'd Rivers run. His Lawes to Jacob he hath showne; His Judgements are to Israel knowne. Not so with other Nations deales, From whom his Statutes he conceales.

PSALME CXLVIII.

As the 29.

Halelu-jah. YOu, who dwell above the Skies, Free from humane miseries; You whom highest Heaven imbowres, Praise the Lord with all your powers. Angels, your cleare Voices raise; Him you Heavenly Armies praise: Sun, and Moone with borrow'd light; All you sparkling Eyes of Night: Waters hanging in the aire; Heaven of Heavens his Praise declare. His deserved Praise record; His, who made you by his Word; Made you evermore to last, Set you bounds not to be past. Let the Earth his Praise resound: Monstrous Whales, and Seas profound;

Vapors, Lightning, Haile, and Snow; Stormes, which when he bids them, blow: Flowry Hils, and Mountains high; Cedars, neighbours to the Skie; Trees that fruit in season yield; All the Cattell of the Field; Salvage beasts; all creeping things; All that cut the Aire with wings. You who awfull Scepters sway; You inured to obey; Princes, Judges of the Earth; All of high and humble birth; Youths, and Virgins, flourishing In the beauty of your spring: You who bow with Ages weight; You who were but borne of late: Praise his Name with one consent: O how great! how excellent! Then the Earth profounder farre; Higher then the highest Starre. He will his to honour raise. You his Saints, resound his Praise; You who are of Jacobs Race, And united to his Grace. Halelu-jah.

PSALME CXLIX.

As the 29.

TO the God, whom we adore, Sing a Song unsung before: His immortall Praise reherse, Where his Holy Saints converse. Israel, O thou his Choice, In thy Makers Praise rejoyce: Zions Sons, rejoyce, and sing To the Honour of your King. In the Dance his Praise resound; Strike the Harp, let Timbrels sound. God in Goodnesse infinite, In his People takes delight. God with safety will adorne Those, whom men afflict with scorne. Let his Saints in glory joy; Sing as in their Beds they lie: Highly praise the living Lord; Arm'd with their two-edged Sword,

All the Heathen to confound; And the Nations bordering round; Binding all their Kings with cords; Fettring their captived Lords: That they in divine pursuit, May his judgements execute; As 'tis writ, such Honour shall Unto all his Saints befall. Halelu-jah.

PSALME CL.

As the 29.

Halelu-jah. PRaise the Lord inthron'd on high; Praise him in his Sanctitie; Praise him for his mighty Deeds; Praise him who in Power exceeds; Praise with Trumpets, pierce the Skies; Praise with Harps and Psalteries; Praise with Timbrels, Organs, Flutes; Praise with Violins, and Lutes; Praise, with silver Cymbals sing; Praise on those which loudly ring. Angels, all of humane birth, Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth. Halelu-jah.

Notes

• * 1.1

  His Travels wherein he re∣lates the Hi∣story of the Pyramides.
• * 1.2

  Athens.
• * 1.3

  Greece.
• * 1.4

  Sr. Edwin Sandys view of Religion in the Westerne parts.
• * 1.5

  Easterne Churches.
• * 1.6

  Of Doctrine. Of Persons. As Antioch.
• * 1.7

  Turks.
• * 1.8

  Priests.
• * 1.9

  Ovids Meta∣morphosis.
• * 1.10

  om mentar.
• * 1.11

  Virg. Aen. lib. 1.
• * 1.12

  Panegyrick.
• * 1.13

  〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉.
• * 1.14

  Tarantula▪
• * 1.15

  Virg. Georg. 2.