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The fiftith Psalme.
God, the triumphant God, th'æternall greate God of all Gods
Hath sent foorth Summons with a thūdring voyce fro the heauēs,
World-warnyng Summons, commaunding all in a moment,
All from th'east to the weast, to be prest, and make an aparance,
And performe theyr suyte to the court, to the greate, to the high court,
Greate high Syons court, sweete Syon: where hee apeareth
With surpassing grace, exceeding bewty abounding.
Hath sent foorth Summons with a thūdring voyce fro the heauēs,
World-warnyng Summons, commaunding all in a moment,
All from th'east to the weast, to be prest, and make an aparance,
And performe theyr suyte to the court, to the greate, to the high court,
Greate high Syons court, sweete Syon: where hee apeareth
With surpassing grace, exceeding bewty abounding.
God shal come, shal come with a voyce al-mightyly sounding;
Greedy deuouring fyre shall goe with glory before hym,
And blustring tempests shall roare with terror about hym.
Heu'n from aboue shal hee call, and quaking earth to be wytnes,
Of this iust edict and sentence rightly pronounced.
Greedy deuouring fyre shall goe with glory before hym,
And blustring tempests shall roare with terror about hym.
Heu'n from aboue shal hee call, and quaking earth to be wytnes,
Of this iust edict and sentence rightly pronounced.
Bring my Saints, sayth God, goe bring my Saints to my presence,
Which haue vow'd theyre harts, and sworne theyr sowles to my seruyce;
And of this iudgment from iudg almighty proceeding,
Those bright-burnyng gloabes of Christal-mantled Olympus,
Shalbe reporters true, and alwayes shalbe recorders.
Which haue vow'd theyre harts, and sworne theyr sowles to my seruyce;
And of this iudgment from iudg almighty proceeding,
Shalbe reporters true, and alwayes shalbe recorders.
Heare mee, my deare flock, and thou, ô Israel, heare mee,
Heare me thy God, thy Lord; and know, that I am not agreeued,
Nor displeased a whytt, for want of customed offrings
Burnt offrings, sacrifice, and Honnors due to my altars.
What doe I care for a Goate? or what doe I care for a Bullock?
Sith Goates, and Bullocks, and beasts that range by the deserts,
Sith cattell feeding on a thousand hills be my owne goods?
Myne owne proper goods be the fowles that fly to the mountaynes,
Myne be the beasts that run by the fyelds, and watery fountayns.
Heare me thy God, thy Lord; and know, that I am not agreeued,
Nor displeased a whytt, for want of customed offrings
Burnt offrings, sacrifice, and Honnors due to my altars.
What doe I care for a Goate? or what doe I care for a Bullock?
Sith Goates, and Bullocks, and beasts that range by the deserts,
Sith cattell feeding on a thousand hills be my owne goods?
Myne owne proper goods be the fowles that fly to the mountaynes,
Myne be the beasts that run by the fyelds, and watery fountayns.
If that I hunger, alas what neede I to tell thee, I hunger?
Sith that th'earth is myne, and all that on earth is abyding.
Thinck not, thinck not, alas, that I take any ioy to be eating
Bulls flesh: thinck not, alas, that I take a delyte to be dryncking
Goates blood, guyltles blood: but make acceptable offring
Of thanks-geuyng hart, and pay thy vowes to the highest.
Call me to help, when soe thou findst thyself to be helples,
Cry for grace, when soe thou thinckst thy sowle to be past grace:
And I wil heare, and help, giue grace, and strongly protect thee,
And thou lawde, and loue, sing, serue, and woorthyly prayse mee.
Sith that th'earth is myne, and all that on earth is abyding.
Thinck not, thinck not, alas, that I take any ioy to be eating
Bulls flesh: thinck not, alas, that I take a delyte to be dryncking
Goates blood, guyltles blood: but make acceptable offring
Of thanks-geuyng hart, and pay thy vowes to the highest.
Call me to help, when soe thou findst thyself to be helples,
Cry for grace, when soe thou thinckst thy sowle to be past grace:
And I wil heare, and help, giue grace, and strongly protect thee,
And thou lawde, and loue, sing, serue, and woorthyly prayse mee.
But with a frownyng looke, this God spake thus to the godles;
With what face dar'st thou my sacred name be prophanyng
With those lying lipps, and mouth with murder abounding?
With what face dar'st thou with a fyled tong be professing,
And by defyled lyfe, and sowled sowle be denying?
With what face dar'st thou for an ostentation only
Seeke to reforme others, thyself soe fowly deformed?
When thou meet'st with a thief, thou seek'st by theft to be thryuyng,
And walkst syde by syde as a copsemate fit for adulters.
Thy mouth's made to beguyle; and monstrous villany vttreth,
Thy lipps let foorth lyes: thy tongue vntruly defameth
Thyne owne mothers sonne: these, these be thy holy proceedings,
These be thy works; & sith that I seem'd for a while to be sylēt,
Thou thoughtst (wicked thought) my thoughts were lyke to thy owne thoughts,
And soe runnst headlong But I come; but plagues be aproaching,
And when I come, then I stryke; whē I stryke, thē I beate thee to powder.
Thy bloody thoughts, lewde words, vile deeds wil I open in order,
And shew all to thy face: which thou shalt see to thy sorrow,
Know, and acknowledg to thy owne confusion endles.
With what face dar'st thou my sacred name be prophanyng
With those lying lipps, and mouth with murder abounding?
With what face dar'st thou with a fyled tong be professing,
And by defyled lyfe, and sowled sowle be denying?
With what face dar'st thou for an ostentation only
Seeke to reforme others, thyself soe fowly deformed?
When thou meet'st with a thief, thou seek'st by theft to be thryuyng,
And walkst syde by syde as a copsemate fit for adulters.
Thy mouth's made to beguyle; and monstrous villany vttreth,
Thy lipps let foorth lyes: thy tongue vntruly defameth
Thyne owne mothers sonne: these, these be thy holy proceedings,
These be thy works; & sith that I seem'd for a while to be sylēt,
Thou thoughtst (wicked thought) my thoughts were lyke to thy owne thoughts,
And soe runnst headlong But I come; but plagues be aproaching,
And when I come, then I stryke; whē I stryke, thē I beate thee to powder.
Thy bloody thoughts, lewde words, vile deeds wil I open in order,
And shew all to thy face: which thou shalt see to thy sorrow,
Know, and acknowledg to thy owne confusion endles.
You that forget God, thinck on this; least hee remember
And forget not you; but roote you out in his anger,
Then shall noeman come, your damned sowles to delyuer.
And forget not you; but roote you out in his anger,
Then shall noeman come, your damned sowles to delyuer.
Prayse and thancks-giuing is a most acceptable offring;
And, if a man by my lawes his conuersation order,
Vnto the same I myself wil my saluation offer.
And, if a man by my lawes his conuersation order,
Vnto the same I myself wil my saluation offer.
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