A sacred poem wherein the birth, miracles, death, resurrection, and ascension of the most holy Jesus are delineated ... : also eighteen of David's psalms, with the Book of Lamentations paraphras'd, together with poems on several occasions / by James Chamberlaine.

PSALM 41.

1.

BLest is the Man who takes a tender care, Of those who on the Bed of Sickness lye, He need not in his Visitation fear, But to find favour, and that speedily; In all his troubles God will interpose, For his relief, and bless him from his Foes.

2.

When that Diseases on his Body seize, And on the Bed of Sorow he is cast,

Where others tumble, and can find no ease, Rack'd with tortures of their actions past, Then will the Lord for mercies he hath shown Soften his Bed, and strengthen him when down.

3.

I humbly therefore at the Throne of Grace, Beg that the guilt of all my Sins may be For ever pardon'd, hide not, Lord, thy face, But heal my Soul as thou hast promis'd me; Though I deserve thy Wrath, yet love express, And ev'ry thought and crooked act redress.

4.

My Foes a thousand ways my ruine plot, Concerning me they speak maliciously; When will he dye, say they, and be forgot, Let his name perish to Eternity; Before my Face none more obliging are, Behind my back their hatred they declare.

5.

Thus underhand they secretly combine To make me odious in the Eyes of all, Invention's rack'd to compass this design, And Slaunders are contriv'd to work my fall; Defam'd they think my Name shall never rise, Under the load of all their Calumnies.

6.

My own familiar Friend who always eat At my own Board, and in my Bosom lay, Whom with the great'st endearments I did treat, My most retir'd Counsels did betray;

But, Lord, restore me to my Throne, and Right, That their perfidious acts I may requite.

7.

By this I guess thou hast a love for me, Because I find thy watchful Providence, Hath disappointed them of Victory, And hitherto preserv'd mine Innocence; For which both I, and all with one accord Will sing Eternal Hymns to Isr'els Lord.