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 FIRST BOOK OF THE PSALMS of DAVID. (Book 1)

PSALM I.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.1 THat Man is truly blest, who never strays 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.2 〈♫〉〈♫〉 By false advice, nor walks in Sinners ways; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Nor sits infected with their scornful pride, 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Who God contemn, and Pi-e-ty deride. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

But wholly fixeth his sincere delight On heav'nly Laws; those studies day and night. He shall be like a Tree that spreads his Root By living Streams, producing timely Fruit: His Leaf shall never fall: the Lord shall bless All his indeavours with desir'd success. Men lost in Sin, unlike rewards shall find, Disperst like Chaff, before the furious Wind: Their guilt shall not that horrid day indure, Nor they approach th' Assemblies of the Pure: For God approves those ways the Righteous tread But Sinful Paths to ••ure Destruction lead.

PSALM II.

* 1.3〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw are the Gentiles all on fire! Wh•••• * 1.4〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 rage they with vain menacings; Earths haughty 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Potentates and Kings, 'Gainst God against his 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Christ conspire: Break we, say they, their fervile 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 bands, And cast their cords from our free hands. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

But God from his Coelestial Throne Shall laugh, and their attempts deride; Then high incenst, thus check their pride; ••His Wrath in their confusion shown) Loe, I my King have Crown'd, and will Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill.

That great Decree I shall declare: For thus I heard Jehovah say; Thou art my Son begot this day: Request, and I will grant thy Prayer; Subject all Nations to thy Throne; And make the Sea-bound Earth thine own.

Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway, Like earthen Vessels, break their Bones. Be wise, O you who sit on Thrones; And Judges grave advice obey: With joyful Fear, O serve the Lord; With trembling Joy embrace his Word.

In due of Homage kiss the Son, Lest He his wrathful looks display; And so you perish in the way, His anger newly but begun: Then blessed only are the Just, Who on th' Anointed fix their trust.

PSALM III.

* 1.5〈♫〉〈♫〉 MY God, how are my foes increast! * 1.6〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 What multitudes against me rise! Who say, gi•••• 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 we his Soul no rest; Whom God forsakes, 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 and Men despise. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

But thou art my Support, my Tower, My Safety, my choice Ornament. Before thy Throne my Prayers I pow'r, Heard from thy Sions high ascent.

No fears affright my soft repose; Thou my Night-watch, my Guard by Day: Not Miriads of Armed Foes, Nor Treasons secret hands dismay.

Arise, O vindicate my Cause! My Foes, whom wicked Hate provoke, Thou, Lord, hast smit their cankred Jaws, And all their Teeth asunder broke.

Thou, Lord, the only Hope of those, Who thee with Holy Zeal adore; Whose all-protecting Arms inclose Their Safety, who thy Aid implore.

PSALM IV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.7 THou Guardian of my Truth and me, 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.8

〈♫〉〈♫〉 That from these straits hast set me free, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 O hear my Pray'r! Be I Thy Care; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 For Mercy lives in Thee. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

You Sons of Men, how long will you Eclipse my Glory, and pursue Lov'd Vanities; Delight in Lies, To Man, to God untrue?

Know, God my innocence hath blest, And will with soveraignty invest: His gentle Ear Prepar'd to hear My never vain request.

Sin not, but fear; surcease, and try Your Hearts, as on your Beds you lie: Pure gifts present With pure intent, And place your hopes on high.

But Earthly Minds false Wealth admire, And toil with uncontrol'd desire. With clear aspect Thy Beams reflect, And Heavenly Thoughts inspire.

O let my Joy, exempt from Fears, Their Joys transcend, when Autumn bears His pleasant Wines On clustred Vines, And Grain-replenish'd Ears.

Now shall the peaceful hand of Sleep In heavenly Dew my senses steep; Whom thy large wings, O King of Kings, In shades of Safety keep.

PSALM V.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.9 TO hear me, Lord, be thou inclin'd; 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.10

〈♫〉〈♫〉 My thoughts O ponder in thy mind: And 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let my cryes acceptance find. Thou hear'st my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Morning Sacrifice: To thee, before the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Day-Star Rise, My Pray'rs ascend, with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 stedfast eyes. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Thou lov'st no vice; none dwells with thee; Nor glorious Fools thy Beauty see; All Sin-defil'd detested be ••••ars shall sink beneath thy hate; ••ho thirst for Blood, and weave deceit, ••hy Rage shall swiftly ruinate.

I to thy Temple will repair, Since Infinite thy Mercies are; And thee adore with Fear and Prayer. My God, conduct me by thy Grace; For many have my Soul in chase. Set thy strait Paths before my Face.

False are their Tongues, their Hearts are hollow, Like gaping sepulchres they swallow; ••••wn, and betray even those they follow. With Vengeance girt these Rebels round; In their own counsels them confound; Since their Transgressions thus abound.

Joy they with an exalted Voice, That trust in thee, who guard'st thy Choice: Let those who love thy Name rejoyce. Thy Blessings shall in show'rs descend; Thy favour as a shield defend All those, who righteousness intend.

PSALM VI.

LOrd,* 1.11 thy deserved Wrath asswage; Nor punish in thy burning Ire; Let Mercy mitigate thy Rage▪ Before my fainting Life expire.

O heal! my Bones with anguish ake; My pensive Heart with sorrow worn. How long wilt thou my soul forsake! O pity, and at length return!

O let thy Mercies comfort me, And thy afflicted Servant save! Who will in death remember thee? Or praise thee in the silent Grave?

Vext by insulting enemies, My Groans disturb the peaceful Night; My Bed wash'd with my streaming Eyes: Through Grief grown old, and dim of sight.

All you of wicked life depart; The Lord my God hath heard my cry: He will recure my wounded Heart, And turn my Tears to tides of Joy.

Who hate me, let dishonour wound, Let fear their guilty souls affright; With shame their haughty looks confound, And let them vanish from my sight.

PSALM VII.

* 1.12〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Thou that art my Confidence, * 1.13〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 And strong Defence; From those who my sad 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fall intend, Great God, defend: Lest Lion- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 like, if none controul, They tear my perse- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 cuted Soul. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

If I am guilty; if there be Deceit in me; If Ill I ever to my Friend Did but intend; Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes:

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

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

* 1.14Judge thou my Foes; as I am free, So judge thou me: Declare thou my integrity; For thou dost try The Heart and Reins; The Just defend; The Malice of the Wicked end.

God is my Shield; he help imparts To sincere hearts; The Good Protects, but menaceth The Bad with Death; Nor will, unless they change, relent: He whets his Sword, his Bow is bent.

Dire Instruments prepared hath Of deadly Wrath: And will at those, who persecute, swift Arrows shoot: Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd; now great With Mischief, travel; hatch Deceit.

Who digg'd a pit, first fell therein, Caught by his Sin; On his own head his outrage shall Like ruins fall. But I, O thou eternal King, Will of thy Truth and Justice sing.

PSALM VIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.15 LOrd, how Illustrious is thy Name! 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.16 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame! 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thy Glory thou hast set on high, Above the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Marble-arched Sky. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

The wonders of thy Power thou hast In Mouths of Babes and Sucklings plac'd: That so thou might'st thy Foes confound, And who in malice most abound. When I pure Heav'n, thy Fabrick, see, The Moon and Stars dispos'd by thee; O what is Man, or his frail Race, That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace! Next to thy Angels most renown'd; With Majesty and Glory crown'd: The King of all thy Creatures made; That all beneath his feet hath laid: All that on Dales or Mountains feed, That shady Woods or Deserts breed; What in the Airy Region glide, Or through the rowling Ocean slide. Lord, how illustrious is thy Name! Whose Pow'r both Heav'n and Earth proclame.

PSALM IX.

* 1.17〈♫〉〈♫〉 THee will I praise with Heart and Voice * 1.18〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thy wondrous Works aloud resound: In 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 thee, O Lord, will I rejoyce; Thy Name with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Zealous Praises Crown'd. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

My Foes fell by inglorious flight, Before thy terrible Aspect: Thy powerful Hands support my Right; Thou Judgement justly dost direct.

The Proud are faln, the Heathen fly; Oblivion shall their names Intomb: Destruction, O thou Enemy, Hath now reciev'd a final Doom.

Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd; Their memory with them decayes: But God for ever shall abide, And high his Throne of Justice raise.

A righteous Scepter shall extend; And Judgement distribute to all: He will oppressed Souls defend, That in the time of Trouble call.

Who know thy Name in thee will trust; Thou never wilt forsake thine Own. Praise Sions King, O praise the Just, And make his noble Actions known.

Blood s••apes not his revenging Hand; He vindicates the Poor mans Cause. Lord, my insulting Foes withstand, And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws;

That I may in the Royal Gate Of Sions Daughter, raise my Voice; Thy ample Praises celebrate, And in thy saving health rejoice.

They (faln into the Pit they made) Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd. The Lord his Judgements hath display'd: The Wicked in their works insnar'd:

The Wicked down to Hell shall sink, And all that do the Lord disdain. But God will on the Needy think; Nor shall the Poor expect in vain.

Lord, let nor Man prevail; arise; Th' Insulting Heathen judge: O then Let trembling Fear their heart surprize; That they may know they are but Men.

PSALM X.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.19 WIthdraw not, O my God, my guide: 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.20 〈♫〉〈♫〉 In time of Trouble dost thou hide thy cheerful 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 face? Who want thy Grace, The poor pur- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sue with cruel pride: O be they by their 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 own In-ven-tions o-ver-thrown. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

The wicked boast of their success; The covetous profanely bless, By Thee, O Lord, So much abhorr'd. Their pride will not thy pow'r confess; Nor have thy favour sought, Or had of thee a thought.

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

Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud, mischief; ever prone to ill: In secret they Lurk to betray; The Innocent in corners kill: His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poor are bent.

* 1.21He 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 minds it not.

Arise, O Lord, Draw thy just sword, Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poor and desolate: O shield them from his hate!

Why should the wicked God despise, And say he looks with careless eyes? Their well seen spight Thou shalt requite. The poor, O Lord, on Thee relies; Thou help'st the Fatherless, Whom cruel men oppress.

A sunder break the arms of those, Who ill affect, and good oppose: Their crimes explore, Untill no more Lurk in their bosoms to disclose. Eternal 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 Ear Inclin'd to hear. The Fatherless, and worn with care Judge thou; that Mortals may No more with outrage sway.

PSALM XI.

* 1.22MY God, on Thee my hopes relie: Why say they to my troubled Soul, Arise, up to your Mountain flie; Flie, quickly, like a chaced Fowl?

For loe, the Wicked bend their bows, Their arrows fit with secret Art; That closely they may shoot at those, Who are upright and pure in heart.

If their foundation be destroy'd, What can the Righteous build upon? God in his Temple doth abide; Heav'n is the Great Jehovah's Throne.

His Eyes behold, his Eye-lids try The Sons of Men; allows the best: But such as joy in cruelty The Lord doth from his Soul 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.

PSALM XII.

* 1.23〈♫〉〈♫〉 HElp Lord, for Godly men decay; * 1.24〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 From Mortals Faith, enforced, flies: And 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 with their sins Companions, they, Talk of af- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fected 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 Disdain: Whose boastings arrogantly sound; Our Tongues the conquest shall obtain; They are our own, who shall restrain? Or to our Wills prescribe a bound?

But for th' Oppression of the Poor, And Wretches sighs which pierce the Skies, Who pity at his Throne implore, The Lord hath said, I will arise, And from their Foes, who them despise, Deliver all that me adore.

Gods Word is pure; as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd: His Arms for ever shall infold All those, who in his truth abide. The wicked range on ev'ry side, When vitious men the Scepter hold.

PSALM XIII.

* 1.25〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw long! Lord, let me not for e-ver * 1.26〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 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 controul, Who persecutes my soul! Consider, hear my cries; Illuminate mine eyes; Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep 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 Mercy trust;

And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place: My Songs shall sing thy Praise, That hast prolong'd my Dayes.

PSALM XIV.

* 1.27〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe fool hath said in his false heart; * 1.28〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 God cares not what to Man succeeds. Abomi- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 nable are their deeds; All Ill affects from 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Good depart. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestial Throne; To see if there were any one That understood, or sought his Face.

All from forsaken Truth are flown; Corrupt in Body, such in Soul, Defil'd within, without as foul; None Good indeavours, no, not One.

Are all, that work Iniquity, By Ignorance so blindly led? My People they devour like Bread; Nor call on him who sits on high.

Their Consciences with terrour quake; Since God doth with the Just abide: For Poor mens Counsels they deride, Who 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 Iacob's joy excel.

PSALM XV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.29 WHo shall in thy Tent a—bide? 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.30 〈♫〉〈♫〉 On thy Holy Hill reside? He that's Just and 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Innocent; Tells the truth of his intent; 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Slanders none with venomb'd Tongue; Fears to do his Neighbour wrong; Fosters not base Infamies; Vice beholds with scornful Eyes; Honours those who fear the Lord; Keeps, though to his loss, 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.

PSALM XVI.

* 1.31PReserve me, my undoubted Aid: To whom, thou, O my Soul, 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 sorrows shall be infinite, Who other Gods with Gifts adore: Their bloody Off'rings I abhor; Nor shall their Names my Lips profane. But God my Lot will still maintain:

He is my Portion, he bestows The Cup that with his Bounty flows. I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd, A fair and large Possession gain'd. The Lord will I for ever praise, Whose Counsels have inform'd my Wayes: And my inflamed Zeal 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 Soul alone In Hell; nor let thy Holy One Corruption see: But that High-way To Everlasting Life display. Thy Presence yields intire delight: At thy Right hand Joys infinite.

PSALM XVII.

LOrd,* 1.32 grant my just Request; O hear my cry, And Pray'rs that lips, untoucht with guile un∣fold! My Cause before thy High Tribunal try, And let thine Eyes my Righteousness behold.

Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recess, Like Mettal try'st me, yet no Dross hast found: •• am resolv'd, my Tongue shall not transgress; But on thy Word will all my Actions ground.

So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants fly: O, lest I slip, direct my Steps by Thine! Thee invoke; for Thou wilt hear my Cry: Thine Ear to my afflicted Voice incline.

O shew thy wondrous Love! Thou from their Fo•• Preservest all that on thy Aid depend. Lord, as the Apple of the Eye inclose, And over me thy shady Wings extend.

* 1.33For Impious Men, and such as deadly hate My guiltless Soul, have compast me about; Who swell with Pride, inclos'd with their own fa•••• And words of contumely thunder out.

Our traced steps intrap as in a Toil; Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes; Like famish'd Lions eager of their Spoil, Or Lions Whelps; close lurking to surprise.

Arise! prevent him, from his Glory hurl'd; My pensive Soul, from the Devourer save: From men which are thy scourge, men of the wor•••• Who in this Life alone their Portion have.

Fill'd with thy secret Treasure, to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave: But I with Righteousness shall see thy Face; And rising, in thy Image, joy receive.

PSALM XVIII.

* 1.34MY Heart on Thee is fix'd, my Strength my Power, My stedfast Rock, my Fortress, my high Tower, My God, my Safety, and my Confidence, The Horn of my Salvation, my Defence. My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound: For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound.

Sorrows of Death on every side assail'd, ••nd dreadful flouds of Impious Men prevail'd: ••••rrows of Hell my compast Soul dismay'd; ••nd to intrap me, deadly Snares were layd. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 this Distress I cry'd, and call'd upon ••••e Lord, who heard me from his Holy Throne. ••••e trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strook; ••••h' unfixed roots of airy Mountains shook; ••••oke from his Nostrils flew; devouring Fire ••rake from his Mouth; Coles kindled by his Ire. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet, ••nd gloomy Darkness roll'd beneath his Feet, A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid, And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid.

He Darkness made his secret Cabinet;* 1.35 Thick Fogs, and dropping Clouds about him set: The Beams of his bright Presence these expell; Whence showers of burning coles and hailstones fell. From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake; In Hail and darting Flames th' Almighty spake: Whose Arrows my amazed Foes subdue; And at their scattred Troops his Lightning threw. The Ocean could not his deep Bottom 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 arms his Servants saves, And drew me sinking from th' inraged waves: From my proud foes by his assistance freed, Who swoln with hate, no less in strength exceed. Without his Aid, I in that stormy Day Of my affliction, had become their prey: Who from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soul; for I was his delight.

* 1.36The Lord according to my innocence, And Justice, did his saving grace dispence. The narrow Path by him prescrib'd, I took; Nor like the wicked, my Great God forsook. For all his Judgements were before mine eyes; I with his statutes daily did advise, And ever walk'd before him, void of guile: No act or purpose did my soul defile. For this he recompenc'd my righteousness And crown'd my innocence with fair success. The merciful shall flourish in thy Grace; Thy Righteousness the Righteous shall embrace: Thou to the Pure thy Purity wilt show; And the perverse shall thy averseness know. For thou wilt thy afflicted People save; The proud cast down, down to the greedy grave. Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright, And clear my darkness with celestial Light. Through Thee I have against an Host prevail'd; And by thy aid, a lofty Bulwark scal'd.

* 1.37Gods Path is perfect, all his Words are just; A Shield to those that in his promise trust. What God is their in Heav'n or Earth but ours! What Rock but He, against assailing Powers! He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battel, and securely cleer'd my way. He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hind, Up to the Mountains, where I safety find. 'Tis he that teacheth my weak hands to fight: A Bow of steel is broken by their might. Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set; Thy Arm upheld, thy Favour made me great. The passage of my steps on ev'ry side, Thou hast inlarged, left my feet should slide.

••llowed, overtook; nor made retreat, ••till victorious in my Foes defeat; •• charg'd with wounds, that they no longer stood; ••t at my feet lay bathed in their blood. ••ou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude▪ ••••d all that rose against me hast subdu'd: ••••eir stubborn necks subjected to my Will, ••••at I their blood, who hate my Soul, might spill. ••••ey cry'd aloud; but found no succour near: •• thee, Jehovah; but thou wouldst not hear.

••ounded them like dust, which Whirle-winds raise▪* 1.38 ••od under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes. ••om Popular Fury thou hast set me free; ••mong the Heathen hast exalted me; ••hom unknown Nations serve: as soon obey ••s hear of me; and yield unto my sway. ••he Stranger-born, beset with horrour, fled; ••nd in their close Retreats betray their dread. •• praise the living Lord, the Rock whereon •• build; the God of my Salvation! ••is he who rights my wrongs; the People bends ••o my Subjection; from my Foe defends. ••hou raisest me above their proud controul; ••nd from the violent Marr hast freed my Soul. ••he Heathen shall admire my Thankfulness: My Songs shall thy immortal Praise express. A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King: his mercy doth advance 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his Anointed; and will show'r his Grace ••ternally on David and his Race.

PSALM XIX.

* 1.39GOds Glory the vast Heav'ns proclame; The Firmament, his mighty Frame. Day unto Day, and Night to Night The wonders of his Works recite. To these nor speech nor words belong, Yet understood without a Tongue. The Globe of Earth they compass round; Through all the world disperse their sound. There is the Suns Pavillion set; Who from his Rosie Cabinet, Like a fresh Bride-groom shews his face; And as a Giant, runs his race. He riseth in the dawning East, And glides obliquely to the West: The World with his bright Rayes repleat; All Creatures cherish'd by his heat. Gods Laws are perfect, and restore The Soul to life, even dead before. His Testimonies, firmly true, With Wisdom simple men indue.

* 1.40The Lords Commandments are upright, And Feast the Soul with sweet delight. His Precepts are all Puritie, Such as illuminate the Eye, The fear of God, soil'd with no stain, Shall everlastingly remain. Jehovah's Judgements are Divine; With Judgement he doth Justice joine: Which men should more than Gold desire, Then heaps of Gold refin'd by Fire: More sweet than Honey of the Hive, Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive.

Thy Servant is inform'd from thence: They, their Observers recompence. Who knows what his Offences be? From secret sins O cleanse thou me! And from presumptuous Crimes restrain; Nor let them in thy Servant reign: So shall I live in Innocence, Not spotted with that great Offence. My Fortress, my Deliverer; O let the Prayers my Lips prefer, And Thoughts which from my Heart arise, Be acceptable in thine Eyes.

PSALM XX.

THe Lord in thy Adversity* 1.41 Regard thy cy; Great Iacobs God with Safety arm, And shield from harm: Help from his Sanctuary send, And out of Sion thee defend.

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

We will of thy Deliverance sing, Triumphant King: Our Ensigns in that pray'd••for Day With Joy display; Even in the Name of God. O still May he thy just Desires fulfil!

Now know I his Anointed He Will hear, and free; With saving Hand and Mighty Power, From his high Tower. These trust in Horse; in Chariots those; Our trust we in our God repose.

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

PSALM XXI.

* 1.42LOrd, in thy Salvation, In the Strength which thou hast shown, Greatly shall the King rejoyce. How will Joy exalt his Voice! Thou hast granted his request; Of his Hearts desire possest; Blest with Blessings manifold; Crown'd with sparkling Gems and Gold. Praid-for Life thou granted hast; Length of Days which never waste; By thy Safe-guard glorious made; With high Majesty array'd: Of resistless Pow'r possest; By thy favours ever blest. Lo! his Joys are infinite; Joy reflected from thy sight: For the King in God did trust. Through the Mercy of the Just,

He shall ever fixed stand. For thy Hand, thy own right Hand, Shall thy Enemies destroy, Who would in thy ruin joy. When thy Anger shall awake, Them a flaming Furnace make. God shall swallow in his Ire, And devour them all with fire. From the Earth destroy their Fruit; Never let their Seed take root. Mischievous was their intent; All their Thoughts against me bent; Thoughts, which nothing could perform. Let thy Arrows, like a Storm, Put them to inglorious flight; On their daunted faces light. Lord, aloft thy Triumphs raise, While we sing thy Power and Praise.

PSALM XXII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.43 MY God! O why hast thou forsook! 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.44 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Why, O so far, withdrawn thine Aid! 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Nor when I roared, pity took! My God, by 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 day to Thee I pray'd, And when Nights 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Curtains were display'd: Yet would'st not 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thou vouchsafe a look. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Yet thou art Holy; thron'd on high; The Israelites thy Praise resound. Our Fathers did on thee relye; Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought, and thy Deliverance found; They trusted, and thy Truth did trie.

But I, a worm, no man, am made The scorn of men; despis'd by all: Who shake their Heads, make mouths, upbraid. Let God, say they, redeem from thrall, On whom thy Hopes so vainly call: Now let him his Beloved aid.

Thou drew'st me from the Womb; by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast: When born, Thou took'st the charge of me; Even from my Birth, my God profest. O succour me with fear distrest! Thou canst alone thy Servant free.

Incensed Bulls about me stare;* 1.45 Strong Bulls of Bashan girt me round: Who their inflamed mouths prepare, Like ravenous Lions, to confound. I'm spilt like water on the ground; And all my Bones disjointed are.

My Heart like Wax within me thaws; My vigour as a Pot-sheard dry'd: My thirsty Tongue cleaves to my jaws; In dust of Death thou do'st me hide: Dogs compass me on ev'ry side; And multitudes, who hate thy Laws.

My Hands and Feet transfixed are; Bones, to be told, with anguish waste: This seen with joy, my robes they share; Lots on my seamless garment cast. My Strength, to my redemption haste! Nor O be deaf to my sad prayer!

Let not the Sword thy Servant wound; My Dearling from the Dog protect: From Lions that in rage abound; From Unicorns guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct; Among the Saints thy Praise resound.

* 1.46O praise him you who fear the Lord; You Sons of Iacob, God adore: Let Israels Seed his praise record; For from their crys who help implore, His Face he hides not, nor the Poor In their Affliction hath abhorr'd.

I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works, which words exceed; And pay my Vows before them all. The Meek abundantly shall feed; The Faithful praise their Help at need, Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall.

All who behold the Suns Up-rise, Shall God profess, and serve alone: And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne; Because the Kingdom is his own: For over all his Empire lies.

Who in prosperity abound, Nor undeserved Honours gain; Who poorly creep upon the ground, And scarce their needy lives sustain; Shall eat, and to his easie reign Submit, with joys eternal crown'd.

Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name; Adopted Sons of the most High: They shall his Righteousness proclame, And Works of everlasting fame, To their believing Progeny.

PSALM XXIII.

THe Lord my Shepherd,* 1.47 me his Sheep Will from consuming Famine keep. He fosters me in fragrant Meads, By softly-sliding waters leads;

My Soul refresh'd with pleasant juice: And lest they should his Name traduce, Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting sin, informs my ways.

No terrour can my courage quail, Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vail; By thy Protection fortifi'd: Thy Staff my Stay, thy Rod my Guide.

My Table thou hast furnished; Powr'd pretious Odors on my head: My Mazer flows with pleasant Wine, While all my Foes with envy pine.

Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyn in my Defence; Who in thy House will sacrifice, Till aged Time close up mine eyes.

PSALM XXIV.

* 1.48THe round and many-peopled Earth, What from her womb extract their birth, And whom her foodful breast sustains, Are his, who high in glory raigns. The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd, By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd. Who shall upon his Mountain rest? Who in his Sanctuary feast? Even he, whose hands are innocent; His heart unsoil'd with foul intent; Whom swoln Ambition, Avarice, Nor tempting Pleasures can intice: Who only their infection fears; And never fraudulently swears: The Lord his Saviour him shall bless, And cloth him with his Righteousness. Such are of Iacobs Faithful Race, Who seek him, and shall find his Face. You lofty Gates, your Leaves display▪ You everlasting Doors, give way; The King of Glory comes. O sing His Praise! Who is this glorious King? The Lord in Strength, in Pow'r compleat; The Lord in Battail more than great. You lofty Gates, your Leaves display; You everlasting Doors give way; The King of Glory comes. O sing His praise! Who is this glorious King? The Lord of Hosts, of Victory, Is King of glory; thron'd on high.

PSALM XXV.

ON Thee with Confidence I call,* 1.49 To thee my troubled Soul erect: Lord, let not shame my look deject, Nor Malice triumph in my fall. Thy Servants save; but those confound, Who Innocence with slander wound.

In thy disclosed paths direct; Thy Truth, that leading Star display: O my Redeemer! every day My dangers thy relief expect. Think of thy Mercies shown of old; Thy Mercies more than can be told.

The sins of my unbridled Youth, Nor frail Transgressions call to mind: Let those that seek, thy Mercy find, Even for the honour of thy Truth. God, ever just and good, the way Of life will shew to such as stray.

The Meek in righteousness shall guide; To such his heavenly Will express▪ Which shall with Truth and Mercy bless All such as in his Laws abide. My sins, so numerous and great O ••or thy honour, Lord, forget!

What's he who fears The ever-Blest?* 1.50 To him shall he his Paths disclose: His Soul refresh'd with calm repose; The Land by his fair Race possest:

To him his Counsels shall impart, And seal his Covenants in his heart.

On thee with fixed Eyes I wait: My feet inlarge thou from their snares. O pitty me so worn with cares; Despised, poor, and desolate! The troubles of my mind increase; Lord, from their galling yoke release!

Behold thou my affliction, The toil and straits, wherein I live▪ My sins, so infinite, forgive. Behold my Foes, how potent grown! How are they multiply'd of late, Who hate me with a deadly hate!

Deliver, O! from shame protect; Since from my Faith I never swerve: Let Innocence and Truth preserve, Who constantly thy aid expect. Redeem thy chosen Israel, And sorrow from his brest expell.

PSALM XXVI.

LOrd, judge my cause: thy piercing Eye * 1.51Beholds my Souls integritie. How can I fall; When I, and all My hopes on thee relie?

Examine, try my reins and heart; Thou, Mercies Source, my object art:

Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth, Or will in Age depart.

Men sold to sin 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 grateful verse; Thy Noble Acts relate.

Thy House, in my esteem, excels: The Mansion where thy Glory dwells. My life O close Not up with those, Whose sin thy Grace expells!

Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill: Subverting bribes their right-hands fill; Bold in offence. But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still.

Redeem; O with thy Grace sustain! My feet now stand upon the plain. Thy Justice I Will magnifie, With those who fear thy Name.

PSALM XXVII.

* 1.52GOd is my Saviour, my clear light: Who then can my repose affright? Or what appear Worth such a fear, My life protected by his Might? Vain hatred, vain their power, That would my life devour.

These fell, when they against me fought: The Wicked suffer'd what they sought. Though troops of foes At once inclose, Of fear I would not lodge a thought: Should Armies compass 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 storms arise on ev'ry side, He will in his Pavillion hide: How ever great, In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide. He, to resist their shock, Hath fixt me on a Rock.

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.

O hear thou my afflicted cry;* 1.53 Extend thy pity, and reply. When thus the Lord In sweet accord; Seek thou my Face with searching Eye. Directed by thy Grace, Lord, I will seek thy Face.

Thy Face O therefore never hide! Nor in thine anger turn aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith. Forsake me not, my ancient Guide; So oft in dangers known: O leave me not alone.

Although my Parents should forsake; Yet, Lord, thou wouldst to Harbour take. O lest I stray, Teach me the 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 Bear Wrath and Death.

My Soul had sunk 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, undaunted stand; His heav'nly Will attend, Who timely aid will send.

PSALM XXVIII.

* 1.54MY God, my Rock, regard my Crie; Lest I unheard, like those that die, In shades of dark Oblivion lie.

To my ascending Grief give ear, When I my hands devoutly rear Before thy Mercy-seat with fear.

With wicked men mix not my Fate; Nor drag me with the Reprobate, Who speak of Peace, but foster hate▪

Such as their works, their dire intent, And practices to circumvent; Such be their dreadful punishment.

Since they will not thy Choice renown, But hate whom thou intend'st to crown; O build not up, but pull them down!

He hears! His Name be magnifi'd! My Strength, secur'd on ev'ry side, ••ince all my hope on him rely'd.

These Seas of Joy my Tears devour. My Songs shall celebrate thy Power, O thou that art to thine a Tower.

O thou my strong Deliverance, Thy People, thine Inheritance, Bless, feed, preserve, and still advance.

PSALM XXIX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.55 YOu that are of Princely Birth, 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.56 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Praise the Lord of Heav'n and Earth; Glory 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 give, his Pow'r proclame; Magnifie and 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 praise his Name. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

Worship; in the Beauty bless, Beauty of his Holiness. From a dark and show'ring Cloud, On the floods that roar aloud, Hark! his Voice with terrour breaks: God, our God in Thunder speaks. Powerful in his Voice on high, Full of Pow'r and Majestie: Lofty Cedars overthrown, Cedars of steep Libanon, Calf-like skipping on the ground. Libanon and Sirion bound, Like a youthful Unicorn, Lab'ring Clouds with Light'ning torn. At his Voice the Desert shakes; Kadish, thy vast Desert quakes. Trembling Hindes then calve for fear; Shady Forrests bare appear: His renown by ev'ry tongue Through his Holy Temple sung. He the raging Floods restrains: He a King for ever raigns. God his People shall increase, Arm with Strength, and bless with Peace.

PSALM XXX.

MY Verse shall in thy praises flow:* 1.57 Lord, thou hast rais'd my head on high; Nor suffer'd the proud Enemy To triumph in my overthrow.

I cry'd aloud; thy Arm 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 Vows unto the Lord; His perfect Holiness record, Whose Wrath but for a Moment stays.

His quick'ning Favour life bestows: Tears may continue for a night; But Joy springs with the Morning Light; Long-lasting Joys, soon-ending Woes.

In my Prosperity I said,* 1.58 My feet shall ever fixt abide: I, by thy favour fortifi'd, Am like a stedfast Mountain made.

But when thou hid'st thy cheerful Face; How infinite my Troubles grew! My cries then with my grief renew, Which thus implor'd thy saving Grace:

What profit can my blood afford, When I shall to the Grave descend? Can senseless Dust thy Praise extend? Can Death thy living Truth record?

To my Complaints attentive be; Thy Mercy 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 Dancing turn'd: The Sack-cloth torn wherein I mourn'd, And me in Tyrian Purple clad:

That so my Glory might proclame Thy Favours in a joyful Verse; Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse, And magnifie thy sacred Name.

PSALM XXXI.

* 1.59〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHo trusts in Thee, O let not * 1.60〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shame deject! Thou ever Just, my chased 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Soul secure: Lord, lend a willing ear, with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 speed protect; Be thou my Rock; with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy strong Arm immure. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

My Rock, my Fortress, for thy Honour aid, And my ingaged feet from Danger guide: Pull from their subtil Snares in secret laid, O thou my only 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 rejoice, and in thy Mercy boast, That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know:

Deliver, when in expectation lost; Nor yield him to the Triumph of his Foe.

* 1.61Now help the Comfortless: my Sight decays, My Spirits faint, my Flesh consumes with care: My Life is spent with grief, in sighs my Days; My Strength through Sin dissolves, my Bones im∣pare••

To all my Foes I am become a scorn; Nor least to those, who seem'd in love most near By all my late familiar Friends forlorn; Who when they meet me, turn aside for fear.

Forgot like those, who in the Grave abide, And, as a broken vessel, past repair: Traduc'd by many, (fear on every side) Who counsel take, and would my life insnare.

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

O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine; Save for thy Mercies sake; from Shame de••end. Shame cover those who keep no Laws of thine; And undeplored to the Grave descend.

* 1.62The lying lips in endless silence close, That with despite and pride traduce the Just. What Joy hast thou reserv'd! what wrought for thos•• (In sight of all) who fear, 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 City hath To me his wonderful Affection shown. I rashly said, I am the food of Wrath; Cut off; for ever from his Presence thrown.

Yet thou, O ever blessed, heard'st my Prayer, When to thy Mercy I address my Cry. O love the living Lord, all you that are His chosen Saints, and on his Aid rely.

For he the Faithful 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 confirm your hearts.

PSALM XXXII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.63 BLest, O thrice blest is he, Whose 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.64 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Sins remitted be; And whose Im-pi—e—ties 〈♫〉〈♫〉

〈♫〉〈♫〉 God covers from his Eyes. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

To whom his Sins are not Imputed, as forgot: His Soul with guile unstain'd. While silent I remain'd, My bones consum'd away; I roared all the day: For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavy light. My moisture dry'd throughout, Like to a Summers drought. I then my Sins confest, How far I had transgrest: When all I had reveal'd, Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd. For this, who Godly are Shall seek to Thee by Prayer; Seek, when thou may'st 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, Whose reason is their Force; Whose mouth the Bit and Rein, Lest they rebel, restrain. 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 rejoice.

PSALM XXXIII.

TO God,* 1.65 you Just, your Voices raise; It you beseems 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 skillful fingering. His Words are crown'd by their event; And all his Works are permanent. Justice and Judgement he affects: His Bounty upon all reflects. His Word the arched Heav'ns did frame; His Breath, the Stars eternal Flame. He the collected Seas confines, And folds the Deep in Magazines. The Lord, O all you Nations, fear; All whom the Earths round shoulders bear. He spake, 'twas done as soon as said; At his Commandment stedfast made.

The People counsel take in vain; Their Projects no success obtain. 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 Skies; On careful Mortals casts his Eyes: The Lord looks from his Residence; The Sons of men beholds from thence. He fashioned their hearts alone: To him their Thoughts and deeds are known. No King is saved by an Host; No Giant in his strength should boast: There rests no Safety in a Horse; None are deliver'd by his force. Gods eyes are ever on the Just, Who fear, and in his Mercy trust; To free their Souls from swallowing Earth, And keep alive in time of Dearth. Our fervent Souls on God attend, Our help, who only can defend: In whom our Hearts exult for joy; Because we on his Name rely. Great God to us propitious be, As we have fixt our Hopes on thee.

PSALM XXXIV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.66 THe Lord I will for ever bless; My 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.67 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tongue his praises shall profess, In him my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Soul shall boast: The Meek shall hear the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 same, and joy: His Name, with me, O magnifie; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Extoll the Lord of Hosts. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

My Prayers ascending pierc'd his ear; Who snatch'd me from those storms of fear. The Meek who God expect, Who flow to him like living Brooks, Shame never shall distain their looks, Nor with foul guilt infect.

This Wretch in his adversity (Then men shall say) to God did cry, Whose Mercy him secur'd. The Angels of Jehovah those, Who fear him, with their Tents inclose, By Strength divine immur'd.

How good our God, O taste and see! Who trust in him thrice happy be▪ You Saints, O fear him still: Such feel no want; the Lions rore For hunger; but who God implore, He shall with Plenty fill.

Come children, with attention hear, I will instruct you in his fear. What man delights in life? Seeks to live happily and long? From evil guard thy wary Tongue▪ Thy lips from fraud and strife▪

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

He hears the Righteous, and their cry; ••reserv'd in their adversity: A broken heart affects, And Souls contrite which in Him trust. Great are the afflictions of the Just; But He in all protects:

Keeps every bone of theirs intire. The Wicked swallows in his Ire, And who the Righteous hate. The Lord his Servants shall redeem; Those ever dear in his esteem, Who on his Promise wait.

PSALM XXXV.

LOrd,* 1.68 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. Address thy Spear; those in their way Encounter, who my Soul invade: To her O let thy Spirit say, I am thy God, and saving Aide. Let those, who my disgrace contrive, Hang down their heads, for flight design'd: Who seek my fall, let Angels drive Like Chaff befo••e the blustring wind. Obscure and slippery be their path; Let winged Troops pursue their foil; Since they for me with causeless wrath Have dig'd a pit, and pitch'd a Toil; Let suddain ruin them destroy; Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid:

Then in the Lord my Soul shall joy, And glory in his timely Aid. My Bones shall say, O who like thee, That arm'st the Weak against the Strong; That do'st the Poor and Needy free From outrage, and too powerful wrong?

* 1.69False witnesses against me stood, Who unknown accusations brought: That Evil rendered for Good, And closely my confusion sought. I in their sickness did condole; Unfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd: With fasting humbled my sad Soul, And often to my Prayers return'd: Him visited both Night and Day, As if an ancient Friend or Brother: In Black upon the Earth I lay, And wept as for my dying Mother. Yet these rejoyced in my woe, False Comforters about me croud; And least I should their cunning know, They rent their Cloths, and cry'd aloud. Like Hypocrites at Feasts, they jeer; Whose gnashing teeth their hate profess: O Lord, how long wilt thou forbear, And only look on my distress? O save from those, who smile, and kill; My Dearling from the Lions Jaws: I in the great Assembly will Then praise thy Name with full applause.

* 1.70Let not my causeless Enemies Rejoyce in my afflicted state: Nor wink at me with scornful eyes, Who swell with undeserved hate.

Of Peace they speak not; rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue: Who wry their mouths at me, and say, Ha, Ha! our eyes thy ruin view. This seen, 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; We our wish possess: Not in their mirthful hearts, Ha, Ha! W' have swallow'd him in his distress. Wrath and confusion seize on those, Who in my tribulation joy: Let them who glory in my woes, Be cloth'd with shame and infamy. Let those eternally rejoyce, Who favour and assist my right: For ever with exalted voice The goodness of our God recite. And say, O magnifie his Name, Who glories in his servants peace. My tongue his Justice shall proclame, Nor ever in his praises cease.

PSALM XXXVI.

WHen I the bold Transgressor see,* 1.71 My thoughts thus whisper unto me; He never fear'd the Lord: He smooths himself in his own eyes, 'Till his secure impieties Become of all abhorr'd.

Their words are vain, and full of guile: They Wisdom from their hearts exile; Forsaken Virtue hate: Who mischief on their Beds contrive; Through by-ways to bad ends arrive, And vices propagate.

Thy Mercy, Lord, is thron'd on high; And thy approv'd Fidelity The lofty Skie transcends: Thy Justice like a Mountain steep; Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deep; Who man and beast defends.

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

For O! from thee the Fountain flows, Which endless Life on thine bestows; Inlight'ned with thy Light. On such as know thee show'r 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 mischief great My guiltless Soul surprize. The workers of iniquity Are faln like Meteors from the skie: Cast down, no more to rise.

PSALM XXXVII.

VEx not thy self at the impiety* 1.72 Of wicked men, nor their frail height envy. ••or they shall soon be mow'd, like Summers Hay; And as the verdure of the Herb decay. ••rust thou in God; do good, and long in peace Possess the Land; refresh'd 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 ways 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. Abstain from anger, heady wrath eschew: Nor fret thou, lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue. God will cut off the Bad, the Faithful bless; Who shall the ever-fruitful Land possess.

After a while th' Unjust shall cease to be;* 1.73 Thou shalt his place consider, but not see. The Meek in heart shall reap the Lands increase, And solace in the multitude of Peace. Against the Godly wicked Men conspire, Gnash their malicious Teeth, and foam with ire; But God shall laugh at their impiety; Because he knows their Day of Doom is nigh. They draw their bloody Swords, their Bows are bent To kill the Needy, Poor, and Innocent.

But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke Of their own Steel, their Bow's asunder broke▪ That little which the Righteous hath, excells Th' abundant wealth, wherein the Wicked swells. For God the arms of violent Men will break: But shield the Righteous, and support the Weak▪ His eyes behold the suff'rings of the Poor: Their firm 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.

* 1.74The Wicked borrow, never to restore: The Just are gracious and relieve the Poor. Whom God shall bless, they shall the Land enjoy▪ Whom God shall curse, them vengeance shall destro•• The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs; For He, even He, their ordred paths affects. Although they fall; yet fall to rise again: For his His Care and powerful Hand sustain. I have been young, am old; yet never saw The Just abandon'd; nor those, who draw From him their birth, with beggery opprest. He lends in mercy, and his Seed are blest. Do good, shun evil, and remain unmov'd; For Righteous Souls are of the Lord belov'd: His undeserted Saints protecting still; Their Plants up-rooting, who transgress his Will. Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land; And dwell therein, while Mountains stedfast stand

The Righteous Soul of sacred Judgement speaks,* 1.75 And from his Lips a spring of Wisdom breaks. Gods Law is in his Heart; his Light, his Guide; Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide. Men seek his blood; but God defends: nor shall He by the sentence of the Wicked fall. Wait on the Lord, nor his straight paths transgress; And evermore this pregnant Soil possess. But those who in iniquity delight, Shall be cut off, and perish in thy sight. The Wicked I have seen in wealth to flow, Exceed in power, and like a Laurel grow: Yet vanish hence, as he had never been; I sought him, but he was not to be seen. Observe the perfect, and the pure of heart; They die in peace, and happily depart. But the Ungodly are at once cut down, And perish without pity, or renown. The Lord is the salvation of the Just; Their strength in trouble, since in him they trust: Will those assist, who on his aid depend; Deliver, and from impious Foes defend.

PSALM XXXVIII.

NOT in thy wrath against me rise;* 1.76 Nor in thy fury, Lord, chastise: Thy Arrows wound, Nail to the Ground, Thy hand upon me lies.

No Limb from pain and anguish free; Because I have incensed thee: Nor rest can take, My bones so ake; Such sin abounds in me.

Like Billows 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 waste the tedious day; My Flesh no more Then all one Sore; All parts at once decay.

Much broken; all my strength o're-thrown; Through anguish of my Soul I groan. Lord, thou dost see My thoughts and me▪ My Sighs to thee are known.

My sad Heart pants, my nerves relent, My Sight grows dim; and to augment My miseries, All my Allies And Friends themselves absent.

* 1.77Who seek my life, their Snares extend; Their wicked thoughts on Mischief bend: Calumniate, And lye in wait To bring me to my end.

But I as deaf to them appear, As mute, as if I tongueless were: My passion rul'd, Like one that could At all not speak nor hear.

Because my hopes on thee relye: My God, I said, O hear my cry; Lest they should boast, Who hate me most, And in my ruin joy.

For O! I droop, with struggling spent: My thoughts are on my sorrows bent. My sins excess I will confess; In show'rs of tears repent.

My foes are full of strength and pride; Who causeless hate, are multiply'd: Who good with ill Repay; would kill, Because I just abide.

Depart not, Lord; O pitty take! Nor me in my extreames forsake! Salvation Is thine alone; Hast to my succour make.

PSALM XXXIX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.78 I Said, I will my wayes observe, Lest 〈♫〉〈♫〉* 1.79

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I should swerve: With Bit and Reins my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tongue keep in, Too prone to Sin. Nor 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 to their Calumnie reply, Who glory in Im- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pi — e — ty. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

I, like a Statue, silent stood, Dumb even to good: My Sorrows boyling in my breast Exil'd my rest: But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot, I gave my Grief a tongue.

Of those few days I have to spend, And my last End, Inform 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 vain Turmoils with pain: He heaps up wealth with wretched care, Yet knows not who shall prove his Heir.

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 Fool!

With silence, since thy Will was such, I suffered much: O now forbear! lest instant Death Force my faint breath. When thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man, his courage dies.

His Beauty wasted, like a cloth Gnawn by the Moth: Himself a short-liv'd vanitie, And born to dye. Lord, to my Prayers incline thine Ear, And thy afflicted Servant hear.

Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes, My God, despise: A Stranger, as my Fathers were, I sojourn here. O let me gather strength, before I pass away, and be no more.

PSALM XL.

* 1.80FOr God I patiently did look; He to my crys inclin'd his Ear: And when invironed with fear, From that Abyss of horror took: Drew from the Mud, and on a Rock Establish'd, to indure the shock.

Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise, un-sung before. Many shall see, with fear 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 express Their number, that are numberless.

Thou Gifts, nor Offerings dost desire: But pierced hast thy Servants ear: To Thee Oblations are not dear, Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire.

Then said I; Lo, I come: thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ.

Thy Laws are written in my Heart: My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfil. I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousness to all impart. My lips are unrestrain'd by me, Which, Lord, is only known to Thee.

Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my breast: But Thy Fidelity profest; And saving health at large reveal'd: Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy shown.

Withdraw not,* 1.81 Lord, thy long'd for Aid; With Truth and Mercy still inclose; For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soul invade: So changed with Iniquities, That they ev'n blind my fearful eyes.

In number they my hairs exceed; My fainting heart pants in my breast: Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest; And Lord deliver me with speed. Let shame at once confound them all, That seek my Soul, 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 seek thy Help, rejoyce, And praise Thee with a cheerful Voice.

Let them, who thy Salvation love, Still say; The Lord be magnifi'd! Though I be poor, and cast aside; Yet he regards me from above. My Safety, my Deliverer, No longer thy relief defer.

PSALM XLI.

* 1.82WHo duly shall the Poor 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, Who are his Foes: When he in sorrow languisheth, Near unto Death; Let him by Thee be comforted, And in his Sickness make his bed.

I said, O Lord, thy Mercy show, And Health bestow: For O! my Soul the lothsome stains Of Sin retains. My Foes have said, When shall he die, And yet out-live his Memory?

••f any visit, they devise Deceitful Lies: Their hollow Hearts with Mischief load, Divulg'd abroad: Who hate me, whisper, and contrive, How they may swallow me alive.

Behold, say they, this Punishment From Heav'n is sent: He from the bed whereon he lies, Shall never rise. Yea, even my Friend, my Confident, My Guest, his heel against me bent.

But, Lord, thy Mercy I implore; My Health restore: O raise me! that forthwith I may Their Hate repay. ••n this thy Love thou dost express, That none triumph in my distress.

For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence. •• shall, inlighted by the Grace, Behold thy Face. ••ehovah, Israels God, be blest; While Day and Night the World invest.

Amen, Amen.

Notes

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  Cantus.
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