The Psalms of David in meter fitted to the tunes used in parish-churches / by John Patrick ...

PSALM XLV.

[As the 100 Psalm.]

[ 1] DIvinely now inspir'd I'll sing The Praises of a Mighty King: What I recite shall flow so fast, No Scribes quick pen can make such haste. [ 2] O Glorious King! thy form divine Created Beauties do's out-shine: All Graces on thy Lips are pour'd, On thee Eternal Blessings showr'd.

[ 3] Gird thy bright sword upon thy thigh, The Ornament of Majesty; Like an illustrious Prince appear, And shew how great thy Glories are. [ 4] Ride on in triumph, and maintain The Vertues that adorn thy train; Wrong'd Meekness Truth and Equity Look onely for support from thee, Thine Enemies amazed stand, Struck with the terrour of thy hand; [ 5] Who needs must fall, since thy keen darts Will find a passage to their hearts. [ 6] Thy Throne, O God, is fixed sure, Thy Kingdom ever shall endure; Thy Laws, the Scepter in thy hand, Oppress not those whom they command. [ 7] Sin thou dost hate, but justice love; Therefore thy Glories far above Thy Fellows shine; thy God has shed More Oil of Gladness on thy head.

Part II.

[ 8] None ever, did appear so glad In Nuptial Garments richly clad, So fragrant from th' Ivory rooms, As if made up of mere perfumes. [ 9] Daughters of Kings did not disdain T' attend among the princely train: The Royal Bride at thy right hand, In purest Gold array'd did stand.

[ 10] Great Queen! thou wilt be happier yet, If thou'lt thy Country's Rites forget: [ 11] The King will prize thy Beauty more; For he's that Lord thou must adore. [ 12] Rich Tyre, and those of greatest port, With presents shall thy favour court. [ 13] Thy Mind all graces do's infold, More splendid than thy cloth of Gold. [ 14] She to the King in raiment wrought With rich embroid'ry, shall be brought; Her Maids of Honour after go, Attending in the pompous show. [ 15] Whom they with forward joy shall bring Into the Palace of the King. [ 16] Instead of Parents, from thy Womb, Princes, to rule the Earth shall come. [ 17] And this my Song; shall make thy Name Survive, Great King, and spread thy Fame. Thee future Ages shall adore And praise, till time shall be no more.