A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David by George Sandys ; set to new tunes for private devotion and a thorough-base for voice or instrument by Henry Lawes ; and in this edition carefully revised and corrected from many errors which passed in former impressions by John Playford.

A PARAPHRASE Upon the Fifth BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID. (Book 5)

PSALM CVII.

EXtoll,* 1.1 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 displays; From where the Evening crowns the Dayes; Beneath the burning Zone, and near The Influence of the freezing Bear. They in unpeopled Deserts straid; The Heavens their Roof, the Clouds their shade: Their Souls with thirst and hunger faint; None by, to pity their Complaint: When to the Lord their God they cry'd, His Mercy their extreams suppli'd.

He led them through the Wilderness, And gave them Cities to possess. O you, his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! For he in foodless Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestial Bread. From wondring Rocks new Currents roul, To satisfie the thirsty Soul.

* 1.2Those Rebels, who his Counsel 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 Prayers; His Mercy comforts their Despairs, From Darkness draws, dissolves their Grieves; And from Deaths Jaws preserves their lives. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate? He breaks Steel-bars, and Gates of Brass, To force a way for His to pass. Those Fools, whom pleasing Sins intice, Are punish'd by their darling Vice. Their Souls all sorts of Food distast: Whom Troops of pale Diseases waste. When they to God direct their Prayers, His Mercy comforts their Despairs. His Word restores them from their Graves, And from a dreadful Ruin saves. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! Due Praises to his Altar bring, And of your great Redemption sing.

Who sail upon the toiling Main,* 1.3 And traffick in pursuit of Gain, To such his Power is not unknown, Nor wonders in the Ocean shown. At his Command black Tempests rise; Then mount they to the troubled Skies, Thence sinking to the Depths below. The Ship Hulls as the Billows flow; And all Aboard at every seel, Like Drunkards on the Hatches reel. When they to God direct their Prayers, His Mercy comforts their Despairs. Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage, And foming Seas suppress their Rage: Then, singing, with a prosperous Gale, To their desired Harbour sail. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! His Fame in your Assemblies raise, And in the sacred Senate praise.

He Rivers turns t' a Wilderness;* 1.4 ••prings dry'd up by the Suns access. To scourge their Sins, he makes the Soil Ungrateful to the Owners toil: Turns sandy Deserts into Pools, And parched Earth with Fountains cools: There plants his hungry Colonies, Where strongly-fenced Cities rise: The Fields their yellow Mantles wear, And spreading Vines full clusters bear. They infinitely multiply: Their Heards of no diseases die. ••ut when their Sins his Wrath incense, Then Famine, War, and Pestilence,

Their miserable Lives devour: Their Princes he deprives of Power, Who in the Path-less Wilderness Conceal'd themselves from Mans access. The Poor he raiseth from the ground; Their Families like flocks abound. The Just shall this with Joy behold; Th' Unjust with fear and shame controll'd. The Wise these Changes will record, That they may know and serve the Lord.

PSALM CVIII.

* 1.5MY 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 World 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 hear us, who thy aid implore; And with thy own Right hand defend: To thy Beloved Succour send. God by his Sanctity thus swore; I S••••coths Valley will divide: In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd.

Manasseh, Gilead, both are mine: Ephraim my Strength, in Battail bold. Thou Iudah, shalt my Scepter hold. •• will triumph o're Palaestine. Base Servitude shall Moab waste. O're Edom I my Shooe will cast.

Who will our forward Troops direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd? Or into sandy Edom guide? Lord, wilt not thou, that didst reject, Nor wouldst before our Armies goe, Now lead our Host against the Foe?

When Death and Horrour most affright, Do thou our troubled Souls sustain. For O, the help of Man is vain! Lead; and we valiantly shall fight. Thy Feet our Foes shall trample down; Thy Hands our Brows with Conquest crown.

PSALM CIX.

MY God,* 1.6 my Glory, leave not in Distress; Nor let prevailing fraud the truth oppress. They who delight in subtilties and wrongs, Afflict me with the poison of their tongues, With Slander and Detraction gird me round, And would, without a Cause, my life confound. Good turns with evil proudly recompence, And Love with Hate; my Merit, my offence. But I in these Extremes to thee repair, And pour out my perplexed Soul in Prayer.

Subject him to a Tyrants stern command; Subverting Satan place at his Right hand; Found guilty, when arraign'd: in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prayers augment his Crime. May he by violence untimely dye, And let another his Command supply. Let his distressed Widow weep in vain; His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain. Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread, And in unpeopled Deserts seek their bread. Let griping Usurers divide his spoil; And Strangers reap the harvest of his toil.

* 1.7In his long misery may he find no Friend; None to his Race so much as Pity lend. Let his Posterity be overthrown; Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown. Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget; His Mothers Infamy before him set. O let them be the Object of his Eye, Till he 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 own head let his dire Curses light. He hated Blessing; never be he blest: Let cursing like a Robe his Loins invest; And like a fatal Girdle gird him round; As he with Execrations did abound. Let them like Water in his Bowels boil, And eat into his Bones like burning Oyl. Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies, Who seek to blast me with malicious lies.

But,* 1.8 Lord, in my deliverance proclame Thy Mercy, for the honour of thy Name. For I am poor, 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. Reproach hath seiz'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 powerful Hand; And how I by divine Supportance stand. Still may they vainly curse whom thou dost bless; And pine with envy at my good success. Let them be cloth'd with shame: O be their own Confusion on them like a Mantle thrown. But I thy praise will duly celebrate; And to the multitude thy Deeds relate: That hast th' afflicted Soul from sorrow freed, And from their snares who had his death decreed.

PSALM CX.

THe Lord unto my Lord thus spake,* 1.9 Sit at my right hand, till I make A Foot-stool of thy Foes. He will thy Rod from Sion send, Unto whose Power all powers shall bend, That dare thy Rule oppose.

Thy People willingly shall pay Their vows in that triumphant Day, With their united Powers: Aray'd in Ephods; nor so few As are those Pearls of Morning-dew, Which hang on Herbs and Flowers.

He swore, who never Oath did break, Of th' order of Melchisedeck, That thou a Priest should'st raign: Even while the Sun disperst his Light; While Moons shall rule th' alternate Night, Or Stars their course maintain.

God, in that Day at thy right hand, Their Blood, who Tyrant-like command, Shall in his fury spill. He, in his Justice shall confound The Heathen, and the purple ground With heaps of slaughter fill.

Who over many Nations sway, And only their own Wills obey, Shall sink beneath his rage. Then shall this all-subduing King With Water of the Crystal spring His burning thirst asswage.

PSALM CXI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.10 MY Soul the honour of our King, 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.11 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Shall in the great Assembly sing. Great are the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wonders He hath shown; With joy by their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 admirers known. His glorious deeds all praise 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 transcend; His equal Justice knows no end. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Left in eternal Monuments; Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents: Feeds those who fear his Name, and will His Promise faithfully fulfill. Who planted with a powerful Hand His People in this pleasant Land. Just Judgement executes; directs By sacred Laws; 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 fear is the Original Of Wisdom; and they only wise Who make his Laws their Exercise. His praise, while men have memory, And power of speech, shall never dye.

PSALM CXII. Hallelu-jah.

* 1.12THat man is blest who fears the Lord, And cheerfully obeys his Word. His Seed shall flourish on the Earth; Their Off-spring happy from their birth.

His House with riches shall abound: His truth with endless honour crown'd. To him in darkness light ascends: Mild, gracious, just in all his ends. His bounty for the poor provides: Discretion all his actions guides. No violence shall cast him down; No time deface his just renown; Nor rumours shake his confidence: The Lord his Hope, and strong Defence: Confirm'd in fearless 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 grinde, And languish with the grief of minde: Pale envy shall their flesh consume, And all their hopes convert to fume.

PSALM CXIII. Hallelu-jah.

O You,* 1.13 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? Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers Submits himself to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above: And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us, who creep below. The poor 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 Womb; The Childless, Mothers now become.

Hallelu-jah.

PSALM CXIV.

* 1.14WHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land, Freed from a tyrannous command; God his own People sanctifi'd, And he himself became their Guide. Th' amazed Seas, this seeing, fled; And Iordan shrunk into his Head: The cloudy Mountains skipt like Rams; The little Hills like frisking Lambs. Recoyling Seas, what caus'd your dread? Why Iordan, shrunk'st thou to the Head? Why, Mountains, did you skip like Rains? And why you little Hills, like Lambs? Earth, tremble thou before his Face; Before the God of Iacobs Race; Who turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake; When Springs from flinty intrails brake▪

PSALM CXV.

WE nothing can of merit clame:* 1.15 Not for our sakes thy aid afford; But for the honour of thy Name, Thy Mercy, and unfailing Word. Why should th' insulting Heathen cry; Where'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 frail Artificer: For they have eyes, that cannot see; Dumb mouths and ears, that cannot hear. Fools on their Altars incense throw, Who nothing smell; their Feet are bound, Nor have they power to move or goe: Their throats give passage to no sound. Their hands can neither give nor take; Unapt to punish or defend: As senseless they who Idols make, Or to their carved Statues bend.

Your hopes on God,* 1.16 O Israel, place; He is your Help, and strong Defence: Be he, you Priests of Aarons Race, The object of your confidence. In him, all you that fear him, trust; He shall protect you in distress. The Lord is of his Promise just, And will his faithful Servants bless:

The House of chosen Israel, And Aarons holy Family: The poor, and who in power excel; That love, and on his aid rely. They shall a mighty People grow; Their Children happy from their birth: He will increase of gifts bestow, Whose hands created Heaven and Earth. He in the Heaven of Heavens resides, And over all his Creatures reigns: Among the sons of men divides The Earth, and all that Earth contains. Who sleep within the vaults of Death, No Offerings to his Altars bring: O praise his Name, while we have breath; And loudly Halelu-jah sing.

PSALM CXVI.

* 1.17MY Soul intirely shall affect The Lord, whose ears my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry; To him thy Prayers direct.

Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd; The greedy jaws of Hell prevail'd: Deprest with grief, When all relief, And humane pity fail'd;

I cry'd; My God, O look 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 mind by wrongs opprest; Thy Favour still Preserves from ill: My Soul then take thy rest.

God staid my feet, and dry'd my tears; Redeem'd from Death, and deadly fears: That still I might Walk in his sight, And number many years.

Thus with a firm belief I pray'd:* 1.18 Yet in extreams of trouble said; All on the Earth Of mortal birth, Even all of Lies are made.

What shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies? Fall before His holy Throne, And him alone With sacred Rites adore.

I will perform my Vows this day, Where 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 perform my Vows this day, Where they frequent who God obey: Even in his Court; Within thy Fort, Renowned Solyma.

PSALM CXVII.

* 1.19YOu 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 With constant Faith.

PSALM CXVIII.

* 1.20PRaise our good God, that King of kings, From whom eternal Mercy springs. Let Israel, let Aarons Race, Let all that flourish in his Grace, Confess, that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercy springs. He in my trouble heard my Prayers, And freed me from their deadly snares:

He fights my Battails; then how can •• fear the Power of feeble Man? Assists my Friends; my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes. Far better to have Confidence ••n God, than trust to mans Defence: On him much safer to relie, Than 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; •• with their Bodies strew'd the ground. Though they like Bees about me swarm; His holy Name and pow'rful Arm Shall soon consume their numerous powers, As Fire the crackling Thorn devours.

Mad men!* 1.21 his Fall you seek in vain, Whom great Jehovah's Hands sustain. He is my Strength; his Praise my Song: By him preserv'd from powerful Wrong. Our Tents with publick Joy shall ring: The Just of their Deliverance sing. He with his own Right hand hath fought; His own Right hand hath Wonders wrought. •• shall not dye, but live to praise The Lord, who hath prolong'd my Daies. He with his Scourge my Sin corrects; ••et from the Darts of Death protects. You to his Service sanctifi'd, The Temple Doors set open wide; That I may enter in his Name, And celebrate his glorious Fame. Those are the Doors, at which all they Shall enter, who his Will obey.

His Praise with Hymns immortallize! My Saviour, who hath heard my Cries.

* 1.22That 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 bless; And daily pray for your success. God, even the Lord, hath shed his light Into our Souls, and clear'd our sight. Bind to the Altars horns, a Lamb, 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 eternal Mercy springs.

PSALM CXIX.

ALEPH.

* 1.23BLest are the Undefil'd, who God obey; Seek with their hearts, nor from his Precepts stray. No tempting Vice shall those from Virtue draw, Who with unfainting Zeal observe his Law.

••••rd, by thy sacred Rule my steps direct. ••hose shall not blush who thy Commands affect. ••y Justice learnt, my Soul shall sing thy Praise. ••••rsake me not, O guide me in thy Waies!

BETH.

••••ung man,* 1.24 thy Actions by his Precepts guide: ••••om these let not thy zealous Servant slide. ••y Word, writ in my heart, shall curb my Will. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 teach me how I may thy Laws fulfill! ••••ose, by thy Tongue pronounc'd, I will unfold. ••••y Testaments by me more pris'd than Gold. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 these I meditate, admire; there set ••••y Souls delight: these never will forget.

GIMEL.

•• let me live t' observe thy Laws:* 1.25 mine Eyes ••uminate to view those Mysteries. ••e, a poor Pilgrim, with thy Truth inspire: ••t whom my Soul even fainteth with desire. ••e Proud is curst, who from thy Precepts straies. ••ess, and preserve my Soul, which these obeies. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 hate of Princes from thy Law deters: ••y Study, my Delight, my Counsellers.

DALETH.

••y down-cast Soul,* 1.26 as thou hast promis'd, raise. ••ou know'st my Thoughts; direct me in thy waies. form, and I thy Wonders will profess. strengthen me, that labour in Distress! ••ew thy clear Paths, false Errors mist remov'd. ••ave thy chosen Truth and Judgements lov'd.

To these I cleave: O shield me from Disgrace. Inlarge my heart to run that heavenly race.

HE.

* 1.27Teach thou, and I thy Statutes will observe: Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve. My Soul to those delightful Paths confine: From Avarice purge, and to thy Laws incline. Divert from vain desires, my darkness clear: Confirm the Soul devoted to thy Fear. Free from fear'd shame: thy Judgements are uprigh•• O quicken me, who in thy Word delight.

VAV.

* 1.28His Soul protect, who on thy Word relies; And silence my reproachful Enemies. O thou my Hope, in me thy Truth preserve: So I thy Laws for ever shall observe; Will freely walk in thy affected way: Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display. For in thy Statutes I my comfort place; Those study, love, and with my Soul imbrace.

ZAIN.

* 1.29Think of thy Promise, which my Hopes hath fed, All storms appeas'd, and rais'd me from the Dead. Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Laws declin'd: Confirm'd, when I thy Judgements call to mind. They, who thy Laws desert, incense my rage: Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage. Thy Name, great God, I prais'd, when others slept This comfort had, since I thy Statutes kept.

CHETH.

••ou art my Portion:* 1.30 I will thee adore, ••••y Laws observe, and promis'd Grace implore. ••y Actions by thy sacred Rules direct; ••nd thy Commands with forward Zeal effect. ••he Wicked rob; but I thy Statutes prise: ••t Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise. Who fear and keep thy Laws, such are my Friends. ••truct; thy Mercy through the World extends.

TETH.

••hou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy Word:* 1.31 Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford. ••hou Sea of Goodness, that my Soul conforms Into thy Statutes, by Afflictions storms. ••he Proud, fat at the Heart, base Slanders raise: ••ut I will trust in thy affected Waies. ••e blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought. ••hy Laws more pris'd than Ships with treasure fraught.

IOD.

••nform me,* 1.32 my Creator, in thy Laws; That thine may see thy Observer with applause. Thou ever just, in favour dost correct. With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live, who in thy Precepts joy; Those keep: the Proud, who causless hate, destroy. Who fear and know thy Laws, to me unite: O, lest I perish, guide me by their light!

CAPH.

* 1.33With Expectation faint, and blind; yet still My Soul expects. Thy Promise, Lord, fulfill. I, though a bladder, on thy Word depend. Confound my Foes: when shall my Sorrows end! The Proud have pitch'd their toils; infring'd thy Laws: O sacred Justice, snatch me from their jaws. They had almost devour'd; but I affect Thy Precepts: quicken, and by those direct.

LAMED.

* 1.34Thy faithful Promises are fixt above; Firm as the Poles, or Earth; which never move: By thy eternal Ordinance dispos'd. Thy Laws my Life; else Grief my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget; by these renew'd. Thy chosen save, who hath thy Truth pursu'd. The Wicked chase my Soul, which thee obeys. Thy Word shall last, when Heaven and Earth de∣cays.

MEM.

* 1.35O how I love thy Laws! those exercise! By them made wiser than my Enemies. More than my Teachers know, more than the Old: With Virtue these inflame, from Vice with-hold. That they may guide me, I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Preceps never will depart: Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet. By-ways I hate; by thine become discreet.

NVN.

••hy Word,* 1.36 my Light; a Lamp to guide my way. •• sware t' observe thy Truth, and will not stray. ••ly wounded Soul with promis'd mercy heal: ••ccept my offerings, and thy Will reveal. ••lthough inclos'd with Death; though Foes have laid ••nares for my Soul; yet have I thee obey'd. My comforts, my eternal Heritage. O may I keep them, till I die through age.

SAMECH.

•• love thy Law;* 1.37 my hate to sin is great: O thou my hope, my Shield, my safe retreat! My Will shall thine obey. Hence you prophane. Lord, save my Soul, nor let me hope in vain. Uphold; and I thy Justice shall applaud. Thou hast intrap'd thy Foes in their own fraud; Cast out like Dross. My heart affects thy path, Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath.

AIN.

O leave me not to my outragious Foes:* 1.38 Nor to their scorn my righteous Soul expose. Mine Eyes even fail, while I thy aid expect. Be merciful, and in thy Wayes direct. Inlarge my mind, thy Wayes to understand: 'Tis time; for they infringe thy just Command, Which more than Gold; than Gold refin'd I prise; In all upright. But hate deceitful lies.

PE.

* 1.39Thy Word, the Gate of Life, even Babes inspires With Knowledge: this my obsequious Soul ad∣mires: This I with thirsty appetite devour. Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant pour. Compose my steps: so shall not sin subject, Nor man oppress: for I thy Laws affect. Shine on my Soul; thy Statutes teach: mine Eyes Shed show'rs of tears, when men thy Laws despise.

TSADDI.

* 1.40As Thou thy Self, so all thy Laws are just: Faithful to those, who in thy Promise trust. Zeal hath consum'd me, for my Foes neglect Of thy pure Laws, which I in heart affect. Those to observe, though mean and scorn'd, intend. Truth crowns thy Word; thy Justice without end. These in my grief, and trouble comfort give. Inform with Knowledge, that my Soul may live.

COPH.

* 1.41O hear my cries! preserve his life, who will Thy Laws obey, and just Commands fulfill. My Eyes out-watch the Night; my cries prevent The early Morn, in due Devotion spent. Hear, and revive; thy Justice execute On lawless men: preserve from their pursuit. Thy oft-tri'd Mercy ever is at hand. Thy Judgements on eternal Bases stand.

RESCH.

Behold my sorrows;* 1.42 patronize my cause. Thy Word perform to him, that keeps thy Laws. Death shall devour, who thy Commands neglect. Thou, great in Mercy, my sought life protect. In all extreams I have thy Will observ'd: Griev'd, when Transgressors from thy Statutes swerv'd. To me, who love thy Laws, thy Grace extend: Thy Truth began with Time, and knows no end.

SCHIN.

Tyrants oppress;* 1.43 thy Word restrains my Mind: Wherein I joy, like those who Treasure find. Fraud I abhor; inamour'd on thy Waies. Seven times a Day my Lips thy Justice praise. Who love thy Laws, sweet Peace, and Safety bless. In Thee I hope, nor thy just Will transgress. Thy Word observe: thy Statutes I affect; Which through these humane Seas my course direct.

TAV.

Accept my Prayers:* 1.44 with Knowledge, Lord, indue; From Death redeem; since to thy Promise true. Thy Statutes taught, I will thy Praise resound. Thy Word extol, and Laws 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 stray'd Sheep back to thy Pasture bring.

PSALM CXX.

* 1.45DIstrest, and in my mind dismay'd, When destitute of humane aid, To Thee successfully I pray'd.

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

O thou false tongue, steep'd in the gall Of Serpents! what reward, for all Thy mischief, shall to thee befall!

Like Arrows shot from Parthian strings, Fir'd Juniper, and Scorpions stings; Such art thou, O 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 grows:

PSALM CXXI.

* 1.46TO the Hills thine Eyes erect, Help from those alone expect. He who Heaven and Earth hath made, Shall from Sion send thee aid.

God thy ever-watchful Guide, Will not suffer thee to slide. He, even he, who Israel keeps, Never slumbers, never sleeps. He, thy Guard, with Wings display'd, Shall refresh Thee in their Shade: Suns shall not with heat infect, But their temperate beams reflect: Nor unwholsom Serene shall From the Moons moist influence fall. When thou travel'st on the way, When at home thou spend'st the Day, When sweet Peace thy life delights, When imbroyl'd in bloody Fights, God shall all thy steps attend, Now, and evermore defend.

PSALM CXXII.

O Happy Summons!* 1.47 to the Court And Temple of the Lord resort. Ierusalem, our Feet shall tread Within thy Walls: O thou the Head Of all the Earth and Iudah'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 immortal Praises sing. There shall he his Tribunal place, The Judgement-feat of Davids Race. Your joys shall with your days increase, Who love and pray for Salems Peace.

May Peace within thy Walls abound; Thy Palaces with joy resound: Even for my Friends and Kindreds sake, May never War thy Bulwarks shake: Even for the hope of Israel, And House, where God vouchsafes to dwell.

PSALM CXXIII.

* 1.48THou mover of the rolling Sphears, I through the Glasses of my Tears, To Thee my Eyes erect: As Servants mark their Masters hands: As Maids their Mistresses commands, And liberty expect:

So we, deprest by enemies, And growing troubles, fix our Eyes On God, who sits on High: Till he in mercy shall descend To give our miseries an end, And turn our tears to joy.

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

PSALM CXXIV.

BUt that God fought for us,* 1.49 may Israel say; But that God fought for us, in that sad Day; When men inflam'd with wrath; against us rose: We had alive been swallowed by our Foes: Then had we sunk beneath the roaring Waves, And in their horrid entrails found our graves: Then had their violence, like torrents pour'd From melting Hills, our wretched lives devour'd. O blest be God! who hath not given our blood▪ To quench their thirst, nor made our flesh their food. Our Souls, like Birds, have scap'd the Fowlers Net; The snares are broke, which for our lives were set. Our only confidence is in his Name, Who made the Earth, and Heavens immortal frame.

PSALM CXXV.

THey,* 1.50 who the Lord their Fortress make, Shall like the Towers of Sion rise; Which dreadful Earth-quakes never shake, Nor raging tumults of the skies. Lo! as the Hills of Solyma Divine Ierusalem 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 despair They should the Laws 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 crown thy Israel with Peace.

PSALM CXXVI.

* 1.51WHen God had our deliverance wrought, And Sion out of Bondage brought; It seem'd to us a Dream; who were Distracted between Hope and Fear. Then sacred Joy fill'd every Breast: 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 show'rs which fall on thirsty land. Who sow in Tears, shall reap in Joy. We after long Captivity, Unto our native Soil retire; The scope and crown of our desire.

PSALM CXXVII.

* 1.52UNless the Lord the house sustain, They build in vain; In vain they watch, unless the Lord The City guard. In vain you rise before the Light, And break the slumbers of the Night.

In vain the bread of sorrow eat, Got by your sweat; Unless the Lord with good success Your labours bless: For he all good on his bestows, And crowns their eyes with sweet repose.

Increasing sons, his Heritage, Renew their age; The pledges of their fruitful 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; When they at the Tribunal plead.

PSALM CXXVIII.

HAppy he,* 1.53 who God obeys, Nor from his direction strayes: Thou shalt of thy labours feed; All shall to thy wish succeed: Like a fair and fruitful Vine, By thy House, thy Wife shall joyn: Sons, obedient to command, Shall about thy Table stand; Like green plants of Olives, set By the moistning rivulet.

He who fears the Power above, Thus shall prosper in his love. God shall thee from Sion bless; Thou shalt joy in the success Which the Lord will Salem give, While thou hast a day to live: Thou shalt see our Israels peace, And thy childrens large increase.

PSALM CXXIX.

* 1.54OFt from my early youth have they Afflicted me, may Israel say: Oft from my early youth assail'd; As oft have their endeavours fail'd. My back with long deep furrows wound; As Plow-shares ear the patient ground. The ever Just hath broke their bands, And sav'd me from their cruel hands▪ Let Sions Foes with infamy Be clothed, and untimely dye. Be they like Corn on Houses tops, Which Reapers sickle never crops, Nor Binder in his bosome bears: But withers still before it ears. No Travailer their labours bless, Nor say, We wish you good success.

PSALM CXXX.

OUt of the horrour of the Deep,* 1.55 Where fear and sorrow never sleep, To the my cries In sighs arise: Lord from despair thy servant keep: O lend a gracious ear, And my petitions hear.

For if thou should'st our sins 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 fear.

Thy Mercies our misdeeds transcend: My hopes upon thy Truth depend: Disconsolate On thee I waite; As weary Centinels attend The chearful Morns uprise With long-expecting eyes.

O you that are of Iacobs Race, ••n him your Hopes, and Comforts place; His praises sing; The living Spring Of Mercy and redundant Grace: For he will Israel Redeem from Sin and Hell.

PSALM CXXXI.

* 1.56THou Lord my witness art; I am not proud of heart; Nor look with lofty eyes; None envy, nor despise; Nor to vain pomp apply My thoughts, nor sore too high: But in behaviour mild; And as a tender child, Wean'd from his Mothers breast, On thee alone I rest. O Israel, adore The Lord for evermore: Be He the only scope Of thy unfainting hope.

PSALM CXXXII.

* 1.57REmember David, Lord; remember Thou His Troubles; thy Redemptions; and the Vow He to the mighty God of Iacob made; Bound by an Oath; and in these words convey'd: No Roof shall cover me, nor sweet repose Refresh my Limbs, or sleep my eye-lids close, 'Till I have found a place for his abode; Even for the Temple of the living God. The Ark, we heard, in Ephrata long stood; And found it in the valley cloth'd with Wood. We will into thy Tabernacle go, And there our selves before thy Foot-stool throw.

Ascend to thy eternal Rest at length; ••hou, and the Ark of thy admired strength. •• let thy Priests be cloth'd with sanctity, ••nd all thy Saints sing with triumphant joy: ••or Davids sake, receive into thy Grace: ••rom thy Anointed never turn thy Face. ••or thus thou swor'st who never wilt forget; ••hy Son shall long possess thy royal Seat: ••nd if thy Children my commands ob••erve, ••or from the rules of my prescription swerve; ••heir Off-spring shall the Hebrew Scepter sway, ••ven while the Sun illuminates the Day. ••or Sion I have chosen; Sion great 〈◊〉〈◊〉 my affections; my eternal Seat. •• will abundantly increase her store; And with the flow'r of Wheat sustain her poor: Her Priests shall blessings to her People bring; Her joyful Saints in sacred measures sing. There shall the Horn of David freshly sprout; Their lamp of glory never shall burn out: His Diadem shall flourish on his head: But Nets of shame his Foes shall over-spread.

PSALM CXXXIII.

O Blest estate!* 1.58 blest from above! When Brethren joyn in mutual love. 'Tis like the precious Odors shed On consecrated Aarons head: Which trickled from his Beard and Breast, Down to the borders of his Vest. Tis like the pearls 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.

PSALM CXXXIV.

* 1.59YOu, who the Lord adore, And at his Altar wait; Who keep your watch before The threshold of his Gate; His praises sing By silent Night, Till cheerful light In th' Orient spring.

Your hands devoutly raise To his divine Recess; The Worlds Creator praise, And thus the People bless; The God of Love, From Sions Towers, To you and yours Propitious prove.

PSALM CXXXV.

* 1.60O You, who Ephods wear 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 crown the Day, and entertain the Night!

For Israel is his choice; and Iacobs Race ••is treasure, and the object of his Grace. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 power how infinite! how much before ••hose mortal gods, whom frantick men adore! ••ll on his Will depend; all Homage owe, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Heaven, in Earth, and in the Depths below. ••t his command exhaled Vapors rise, ••nd in condensed clouds obscure the Skies. ••rom thence, in show'rs He horrid Lightning flings; And from their Caves the strugling Tempests brings. He the first-born of Men and Cattle slew; ••resh streams of blood the Towns and Plains imbrew. Th' Inhabitants that drink of Nilus flood, At his confounding Wonders trembling stood.

Great Princes,* 1.61 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 Kingdoms of the Canaanites, Who to the Conquerours resign their rights: To whom he their dismantled Cities grants, And in those fruitful fields his Hebrews plants. Thy Name shall last unto Eternity; And thy immortal Fame shall never dye. Thou dost thy Servant pardon and protect; Advance the Humble, and the Proud deject. Those helpless gods, ador'd in foreign Lands, Are Gold and Silver; wrought by humane hands: Blind Eyes have they, deaf Ears, still silent Tongues▪ Nor breath exhale from their unactive Lungs. Who made, resemble them; and such are those, Who in such senseless 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 only Good and Great; Who in Ierusalem hath fixt his Seat.

PSALM CXXXVI.

* 1.62〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe Bounty of Jehovah praise: This * 1.63〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 God of gods all Scepters sways. Thanks to the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Lord of lords afford; And his amazing Wonders 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 blaze: For from the King of kings E-ter-nal 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Mercy springs. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Him praise, who fram'd the arched Sky; Those Orbs that move so orderly. Firm Earth above, The Floods that move Display'd, and rais'd the Hills on high. For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs.

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

The first-born of Aegyptians slew; Whose wounds the thirsty Earth imbrew: And from that Land, With powerful hand, Th' oppressed sons of Iacob drew. For from the King of kings Eternal Mercy springs.

The parted Seas before them fled, Who in their empty chanels tread:

The joyning waves, Aegyptian graves: And his through food-less Deserts led. For from the King of kings Eternal mercy springs.

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

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

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

PSALM CXXXVII.

* 1.64AS on Euphrates shady banks we lay, And there, O Sion, to thy Ashes pay Our funeral tears: our silent Harps, unstrung. And unregarded, on the Willows hung.

Lo, they who had thy desolation wrought, And captiv'd Iudah unto Babel brought, Deride the tears which from our Sorrows spring; And say in scorn, A Song of Sion sing. Shall we prophane our Harps at their command? Or holy Hymns sing in a forrein Land? O Solyma! thou that art now become A heap of stones, and to thy self a Tomb! When I forget thee, my dear Mother, let My fingers their melodious skill forget: When I a joy disjoyn'd from thine, receive; Then may my tongue unto my palate cleave. Remember Edom, Lord; their cruel pride, Who in the Sack of wretched Salem cry'd; Down with their Buildings, rase them to the ground, Nor let one Stone be on another found. Thou Babylon, whose Towers now touch the Skye, That shortly shalt as low in ruins lye; O happy! O thrice happy they, who shall With equal cruelty revenge our fall! That dash thy Childrens brains against the stones: And without pity hear their dying groans.

PSALM CXXXVIII.

MY Soul,* 1.65 applaud our glorious King; Before the Gods his praises sing: His Mercy an eternal Spring.

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

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

All those, who awful Scepters bear, When they of thy Performance hear, Shall worship thee with reverent fear.

They shall his Truth and Mercy praise, Who all the World with ••ustice swaies; Whose Wonders Adoration raise.

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

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

For God his Promise will effect; The Faithful faithfully protect; Nor ever his own Choice reject.

PSALM CXXXIX.

* 1.66THou know'st me, O thou only Wise; Seest when I sit, and when I rise; Can'st my concealed thoughts disclose; Observ'st my Labours and Repose; Know'st all my Counsels, all my Deeds, Each word which from my Tongue proceeds: Behind, before, by thee inclos'd; Thy Hand on every part impos'd. Such knowledge my capacity Transcends; so wonderful, so high! O which way shall I take my flight? Or where conceal me from thy sight? Ascend I Heaven; Heaven is thy Throne: Dive I to Hell; there art thou known.

Should I the Mornings wings obtain, And flie beyond th' Hesperian Main; Thy powerful Arm would reach me there, Reduce, and curb me with thy fear. Were I involv'd in shades of Night; That Darkness would convert to Light. What Clouds can from discovery free! What Night, wherein thou canst not see! The Night would shine likes Dayes clear flame; Darkness and Light, to Thee the same. Thou sift'st my reins, even thoughts to come: Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb. Great God, that hast so strangely rais'd This Fabrick, be thou ever prais'd.

O full of Admiration* 1.67 Are these thy Works! to me well-known. My Bones were to thy view displaid, When I in secret shades was made; When wrought by thee with curious art, As in the Earths inferiour part. On me, an Embryon, didst thou look: My members written in thy Book Before they were: which perfect grew In time, and open to the view. Thy Counsels admirable are; And yet as infinite as rare. O could I number them, far more Than Sands upon the murmuring shore! When I awake, thy Works again My thoughts with wonder entertain. The Wicked thou wilt surely kill. Hence you, who blood with pleasure spill. Their tongues thy Majesty profane; They take thy sacred Name in vain.

Lord, hate not I thy Enemies? And grieve, when they against thee rise? I hate them with a perfect hate; And, as my Foes, would ruinate. Search and explore my heart: O try My thoughts, and their Integrity. Behold, if I from Virtue stray: And lead in thy eternal Way.

PSALM CXL.

* 1.68LOrd, save me from the Violent; From him who takes delight in ill: Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill; On bloody War and Outrage bent.

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

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

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

Themselves let their own Slanders wound: Destroy Him who their fury leads. Let burning coals fall on their heads; And quenchless flames imbrace them round.

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

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

PSALM CXLI.

TO Thee I cry; Lord, hear my cries;* 1.69 O come with speed unto my aid: Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise, Like Incense on the Altar laid; Or as when I, with hands displaid, Present my Evening Sacrifice.

Before my mouth a Guardian set; My Lips with barrs of Silence close. O let me not thy Laws forget; And wickedly combine with those, Who Thee, and all that's good, oppose; Nor of their deadly Dainties eat.

But let the Just wound and reprove; Such stripes and checks, an argument Of their sincere and prudent love; Like Odours of a fragrant Scent, Pour'd on my head, no breaches rent. My prayers shall for their safety move.

Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye, Yet have my suff'rings understood.

Our severed bones are scattered by The mouths of graves, like clefts of Wood. Lord, save from those, that hunt for blood: On Thee with faith I cast mine eye.

O from their Machinations free, That would my guiltless Soul betray; From those who in my wrongs agree, And for my life their engins lay. May they by their own craft decay; But let me thy Salvation see.

PSALM CXLII.

* 1.70WIth sighs and cries to God I praid; To him my supplication made; Pour'd out my tears, My cares and fears; My wrongs before him laid.

My fainting spirits almost spent: He knew the path in which I went. Yet in my way Their snares they lay, With merciless intent.

My Eyes I round about me throw; None see, that will th' Oppressed know; No refuge left; Of hope bereft; Vain pity none bestow.

Then unto God I cry'd, and said, Thou art my Hope, and only Aid, The Portion I build upon, While with frail flesh araid.

O Sourse of Mercy, hear my cry, Lest I with wasting sorrow die: Shield from my foes, Who now inclose; Since of more strength than I.

My Soul out of this Prison bring, That I may praise thee, O my King. Who trust in thee, Shall compass me, And of thy Bounty sing.

PSALM CXLIII.

LOrd, to my cries afford an ear,* 1.71 Th' afflicted hear; According to thy Equity, And Truth reply; Nor prove severe: for in thy sight None living shall be found upright.

The Foe my Soul besiegeth round, Strikes to the ground: In darkness hath inveloped, Like men long dead: My mind with sorrow overthrown; My heart within me stupid grown.

I call to mind those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise: Thy Works alone possess my thought, With wonder wrought. To thee I stretch my zealous Hand; Desir'd like rain by thirsty land.

* 1.72Approach with speed; my Spirits fail; Thy Face unveil: Least I forthwith grow like to those, Whom graves inclose. O let me of thy Mercy hear, Before the morning Sun appear.

My God, thou art the only scope Of all my hope: O shew me thy prescribed way, Lest I should stray. For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes; My Soul, and all my faculties.

Save from my Foes: to Thee loe I For refuge flie: Inform me, that I may fulfill Thy sacred Will. My God, let thy good Spirit lead, That in thy paths my Feet may tread.

O for thy Honour quicken me, Who trust in Thee: Out of these Straights, for Justice sake, Thy Servant take. In mercy cut thou off my Foes, Whose hate hath multiply'd my woes.

PSALM CXLIV.

* 1.73THe Lord, my Strength, be only prais'd; The Lord, who hath my courage rais'd: In doubtful Battle given me might, And skill how to direct, and fight.

My Fautor, Fortress, high-built Tower; My Rock, Redeemer, Shield and Power; My only Confidence; who still ••ubjects my People to my will. Lord, what is Man, or his frail Race, That thou should'st such a vapour grace! Man nothing is but vanity; A shadow swiftly gliding by. Great God, stoop from the bending Skies, The Mountains touch, and Clouds shall rise; ••rom thence thy winged Lightning throw; Rout and confound the flying Foe; Stretch down thy hand, which only saves, And snatch me from the furious Waves. Free from rebellious Enemies, ••••ur'd to perjuries and lies: Their Hands defil'd with fraud and wrong. Then will I in a new-made Song, Unto the softly-warbling string, Of thy Illustrious Praises sing.

Thou Kings preserv'st; hast me preserv'd;* 1.74 Even David, who thy Will observ'd; ••ree from rebellious Enemies, Inur'd to perjuries and lies: Foul deeds their violent hands defile; Hands prone to treachery and guile: That in their Youth our Sons may grow Like Lawrel Groves; our Daughters show Like polish'd pillars deck'd with Gold; Which high and Royal roofs uphold: Our Magazines abound with Grain, Provision of all sorts contain: Increasing Flocks our Pastures fill, And well-fed Steers the Fallows till;

That no incursions Peace affright; No Armies joyn in dreadful fight; No daring Foe our Walls invest, Nor fearful shrieks disturb our rest. Blest People! who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate! And happy, O thrice happy they, Who for their God, the Lord obey!

PSALM CXLV.

* 1.75I Still will of thy Glory sing; Thy Name extoll, my God, my King. No day shall pass without thy praise; Prais'd while the Sun his Beams displays. Great is the Lord, whose praise exceeds: Inscrutable are all his Deeds. One Age shall to another tell Thy Works, which so in power excell. The Beauty of thy Excellence, And Oracles intrance my Sense. Men shall thy dreadful Acts relate; My Verse thy Greatness celebrate; To memory thy Favours bring, And of thy noble Justice sing. For in Thee Grace and Pity live; To anger slow, swift to forgive. All on thy Goodness, Lord, depend: Thy Mercies all thy Works transcend; Even all thy Works shall praise thy Name; Thy Saints shall celebrate the same: Of thy far-spreading Empire speak; Thy Power, to which all Powers are weak:

To make thy Acts to Mortals known, And glory of thy awfull Throne.

Thy Kingdom never shall have end:* 1.76 Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend. The Lord shall those, who fall, sustain; And Souls dejected raise again. All seek from Thee their livelyhood; Thou in due season giv'st them food: Thy liberal Hand, Men, Birds, and Beasts, Even all that live, with plenty feasts. The Lord is Just in all his Waies, Who Mercy in his Works displaies; ••s present by his power with all, Who on his Name sincerely call: For he will their desires effect; Regard their cries; from Foes protect. Who love Him, Safety shall enjoy: The Lord the Wicked will destroy. My Tongue his Goodness shall proclame. Man-kind, for ever praise his Name.

PSALM CXLVI. Hallelu-jah.

O My Soul, praise thou the Lord:* 1.77 Whilst thou liv'st, his praise record. Whilst I am, eternal King, I will of thy praises sing. O, no hope in Princes place; Trust in none of humane race; Who can give no help at all, Nor prevent his proper fall.

When his parting breath expires, He again to Earth retires. Ev'n in that uncertain day All his thoughts with him decay. Happy he, whom God protects; He, on whom his Grace reflects. Happy he, who plants his trust On the only Good and Just. He who Heavens bl••w Arch display'd; He who Earths Foundation laid; Spread the Land-imbracing Main; Made what ever all contain: True to what his Word profest; He revengeth the opprest; Hungry Souls with food sustains, And unbinds the Prisoners chains: To the blind restores his sight; Rears, who fall by wicked might. Righteousness his Soul affects. Friendless Strangers he protects, Widdows, and the Fatherless; Those confounds who these oppress. Zion, God, thy God shall raign, While the Poles their Orbs sustain. Hallelu-jah.

PSALM CXLVII.

* 1.78JEhovah praise with one consent. How comely! sweet! how excellent, To sing our great Creators praise! Whose hands late ruin'd Salem raise, Collecting scattered Israel, That they in their own Towns may dwell:

He cures the sorrows of our minds; Our wounds imbalms, and softly binds. He numbers Heavens bright-sparkling Flames, And calls them by their several Names. Great is our God, and great in might; His Knowledge O most infinite! The Humble unto Thrones erects; The Insolent to Earth dejects. Present your thanks to our great King; On solemn Harps his Praises sing; Who Heaven with gloomy Vapors hides, And timely Rain for Earth provides. With grass he clothes the pregnant Hills, And hungry beasts with Herbage fills. He feeds the Ravens croaking brood, (Left by the Old) that cry for food.

He cares not for the strength of Horse,* 1.79 Nor mans strong limbs, and matchless force: But those affects, who in his Path Their feet direct with constant Faith. O Solyma, Jehovah praise; To God thy Voice, O Sion, raise: Who hath thy City fortify'd▪ Thy streets with Citizens supply'd: Firm peace in all thy borders set, And fed thee with the flower of Wheat. He sends forth his Commands, which flie More swift than Lightning through the Skie: The Snow-like Wool on Mountains spreads; And hoary Frosts like Ashes sheds; While solid Floods their course refrain, What Mortal can his cold sustain? At his Command, by Wind and Sun Dissolv'd th' unfetter'd Rivers run.

His Laws to Iacob he hath shown; His Judgements are to Israel known. Not so with other Nations deals, From whom his Statutes he conceals.

PSALM CXLVIII. Hallelu-jah.

* 1.80YOu, who dwell the Skies, Free from humane miseries; You whom highest Heaven imbowers, Praise the Lord with all your powers. Angels, your clear Voices raise; Him you Heavenly Armies praise: Sun, and Moon with borrow'd light; All you sparkling Eyes of Night: Waters hanging in the air; Heaven of Heavens his Praise declare. His deserved Praise record; His, who made you by his Word; Made you evermore to last, Set your bounds not to be past. Let the Earth his Praise resound: Monstrous Whales, and Seas profound; Vapors, Lightning, Hail, and Snow; Storms, which when he bids them, blow: Flowry Hills, and Mountains high; Cedars, neighbours to the Skie; Trees that fruit in season yield; All the Cattle of the Field; Salvage beasts; all creeping things; All that cut the Air with wings. You who awful 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 born of late: Praise his Name with one consent: O how great! how excellent! Than the Earth profounder far; Higher than the highest star. He will his to honour raise. You his Saints, resound his Praise; You who are of Iacobs Race, And united to his Grace. Hallelu-jah.

PSALM CXLIX.

TO the God, whom we adore,* 1.81 Sing a Song unsung before: His immortal Praise rehearse, 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 Goodness infinite, In his People takes delight. God with safety will adorn Those, whom men afflict with scorn. Let his Saints in glory joy; Sing as in their Beds they lye:

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. Hallelu-jah.

PSALM CL. Hallelu-jah.

* 1.82PRaise the Lord inthron'd on high; Praise him in his Sanctity; 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, ••ll of humane birth, Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth. Hallelu-jah.

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  Bassus.
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  As the 1.
• * 1.65

  As the 46.
• * 1.66

  As the 111
• * 1.67

  Part 2.
• * 1.68

  As the 14.
• * 1.69

  As the 22.
• * 1.70

  As the 4.
• * 1.71

  As the 39.
• * 1.72

  Part 2.
• * 1.73

  As the 111
• * 1.74

  Part ••.
• * 1.75

  As the 111
• * 1.76

  Part 2
• * 1.77

  As the 29.
• * 1.78

  As the III
• * 1.79

  Part 2.
• * 1.80

  As the 29.
• * 1.81

  As the 29.
• * 1.82

  As the 29.