Psa. 132
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A song of Degrees. Another Degree, is a hartie
purpose to prepare a Temple for God, in our harts; & to
endeavour the setling of his outward worship, which is
here mistically implied. It is vsefull to stirr vs to this
Degree.
[1]
Remember Lord, what David's troubles be,
And, what to Iacob's mightie God, he swore.
In house or bedd, I will not rest, said he,
Nor shall mine eyes, or sleep, or slumber more;
Vntill a place be found, of my providing,
For Iacob's God, the mighty Lord's abiding.
2
Lo, Ephrata, wee heard, the place should be,
And, in the forrest-feilds, wee found the same.
Thy house therefore, to enter, purpose wee,
And, at thy footstoole, will adore thy Name.
Arise, oh Lord, ascend thy resting bowre;
Thou, & the Arck, of thy Almightie powre.
3
Let righteousnes, thy sacred Preists aray,
And, let thy saints, a ioyfull tryvmph make:
Oh turne not thy Messiah's face away,
For, thy beloved Servant David's sake,
To whome thou swar'st thy promise, vnrecalled,
That on his Throne, his Seed should be installed.
4
If they, saidst thou, my League & word respect;
Thy Children, on thy Throne shall ever sitt:
For, I the Lord, did Syon hill, elect;
And, for my dwelling, I have chosen it.
My setled rest is there, & I'le possesse it;
I love it, & with plenties, I will blesse it.
5
The pore thereof, with bread I will sustaine,
Her Preists I'le clothe will health, her saints shal sing.
A Lamp for mine Anointed, I'le ordaine,
And, I will make the horne of David spring:
I, those will shame, that for is harme endeavor;
But, on himself, his Crowne shall flourish ever.