Psa. 89.
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Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite. It celebrates the
mercy, Goodnes, Iustice, & powre of God &c. Mentioneth
his League with David, & mystically declares, that those
covenants belong to his spiritual seed, in the cheef place, &c.
It instructs vs, who are the right heyres of the promises,
&c.
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Now, in a song of endles praise,
Thy Mercies, I will sing, oh Lord;
And vnto all succeeding dayes,
Thy faithfulnes I will record:
For, I have sayd, that thy great Love,
And Mercy, shalbe raised high;
And, that thou shalt in heav'n above,
Thy Faith, confirm & magnify.
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Thou hast both vowed & decreed,
To David, thine Elected-one,
To multiply his faithful seed,
And build him vp an endles throne.
Which heav'n shall to thy praise declare,
In works to be admired at,
And, where thy Saints assembled are,
Thy Faithfulnes they shall relate.
3
For, whome like thee, doth heav'n afford?
What earthly Kings thy equalls be?
Who, art among they Saints ador'd,
And, fear'd of all that wait on thee?
Oh Lord of Hoasts, what Lord is found
So faithful or so strong as thou?
Who setts the raging seas, their bound
And, calm'st them, when thy furious grow?
4
Thou didst afflict all Egipt-land,
As one made weake, by wounds & blowes;
And, by the powre of thy strong hand,
Thou hast dispersed all thy foes.
Thine, heav'n & earth & all things be,
For, thou alone didst all things frame.
The North & South, were made by thee;
And East & West, extoll thy Name.
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Strong armes thou hast, with powrful hands,
And, where thou dost thy Throne prepare,
With Iudgment, Iustice alway stands,
And, Truth & Love, thy Vshers are.
Oh! blest are they who know thy voice:
Thy look shall chear them in their waies;
They, in thy Name shall still reioice;
And, them, thy Iustice high shal raise.
6
For, thou art, Lord, our strengths renowne,
Our horne shall by thy favour spring:
Thou art our strong defensive Towne,
The Saint of Isr'el, & our King.
By vision, thou didst once declare,
And, to thy Holy-one disclose,
That thou a healper wouldst prepare,
Among thy people to be chose.
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I have, saidst thou, my David found;
My holy oyle on shall flowe:
By mine owne Arme, he shall be crown'd,
My hand, shal strength on him bestowe.
His Foe, shall do him no disgrace,
The Sonn of sinn, he shall not fear;
For, I will smite, before his face,
All them, that his Opposers are.
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My faith & love, on him shall stay,
My Name, his honour shall mainetaine;
His hand shall make the seas obay,
His right-hand shall the flouds restraine.
His Father, he shall knowledg me,
His God, his Rock, & his defence:
For, he my eldest borne shalbe,
And, King of ev'ry earthly Prince.
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To him, I still, will mercy grant,
He shall enioy my promise given;
Successors, he shall never want;
His Throne shall stand as firme as heav'n?
And, if my Lawes his Children break,
If they shall fro my precepts flye,
My statutes, if they shall forsake,
Or, from my Iudgments walk awry;
10
Their sinns with stripes I wil correct,
And, scourg them, when amisse they do;
But, those whome I do well-affect,
My Love, will never quite forgoe.
For, once ev'n by my self I swore,
I would no lye to David make;
My League I will not break therfore,
Nor change a word, of that I spake.
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Lord, thus thou saydst; & that a Throne,
Vnto his yssue should be given,
As lasting as the Sunn & Moone,
Or, as the witnesses of heav'n.
But, now (as if he were abhor'd)
Thou dost on thyne Anointed frowne;
Thou makest voyd thy league, oh Lord,
And on the ground, hast harld his crowne.
12
His Fences, thou didst rend away,
His warlike forts, thou downe dost race;
All passers-by on him do prey,
His Neighbours flout at his disgrace.
His foes, thou hast Victorious made;
Whereat, his haters, ioyfull be;
Thou dull'st the sharpnes of his blade,
And, in the fight, made faint, was he.
13
Thou hast obscur'd his glories raies,
His Throne, thou castest on the ground;
Thou hast cut short his youthful daies,
And, him with shame thou dost confound,
Good Lord, in thy enflamed rage,
Shall still thy face obscur'd remaine?
Oh, minde the shortnes of mine age!
Why shouldst thy make mankind in vanie?
14
Who lives, whome Death shal not remove?
Or, who, from Death is ever free?
Oh Lord; where now, is all that Love,
To David vow'd, of old, by thee?
Thy servants great reproach, record,
And, in my breast what scornes I bear,
Among those mightie Nations, Lord,
Who, likewise, thy blaspheamers are.
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Oh God! ev'n thy Anointed-one,
They have derided in his waies;
But, Lord, what ever they have done,
To thee, for evermore, be praise.
