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Psalm 22.
[My God, my God: why doost thou me forsake?]
My God, my God: why doost thou me forsake?
Why to my plaints thyn ear a stranger make?
By day I cry, but thou far off art gone:
By night, deer Lord; but audience fynd I none.
Why to my plaints thyn ear a stranger make?
By day I cry, but thou far off art gone:
By night, deer Lord; but audience fynd I none.
YET Holi Lord, thou same doost stil endure;
Thyn Israels ioy; their song of praises pure.
Our Fathers, Lord, in thee did faithful trust;
On thee they hopĕd: Thou to their hopes wert iust.
They cry'd; and tears did not shour doun in vain:
Their crys thou heard'st; and freedst them from their pain.
BVT I, a worm; not man; but mans reproach:
Where abiects vyld their basest scornings broach.
What ey me vieuth, same ey dooth me deride:
They wag proud heads; false lips they wryth aside;
He trusts in God; Let God from heăven above
Make good this trust, and now declare his love.
TRVETH, Lord; my hope from mothers brest thou wast:
Then hopes sure ground, thy gracious promise past.
From mothers womb I rest bequeathd to thee:
Thence me receiv'dst; my Saviour (Lord) to bee.
Thyn Israels ioy; their song of praises pure.
Our Fathers, Lord, in thee did faithful trust;
On thee they hopĕd: Thou to their hopes wert iust.
They cry'd; and tears did not shour doun in vain:
Their crys thou heard'st; and freedst them from their pain.
BVT I, a worm; not man; but mans reproach:
Where abiects vyld their basest scornings broach.
What ey me vieuth, same ey dooth me deride:
They wag proud heads; false lips they wryth aside;
He trusts in God; Let God from heăven above
Make good this trust, and now declare his love.
TRVETH, Lord; my hope from mothers brest thou wast:
Then hopes sure ground, thy gracious promise past.
From mothers womb I rest bequeathd to thee:
Thence me receiv'dst; my Saviour (Lord) to bee.
THEN saving Lord, sith troŭble dooth press so neer,
(Ah troŭble vntryd,) and no where help appear:
Be thow not far: See Lord, what buls are met;
Huge buls of Basan round haue me beset:
With gaping iaws, much lion-like they play,
Which ramps to seaze, and roars to rend his pray.
SEE, vital iuice to watri stream distild:
My bones disioint: my hart, with anguish fild,
Like melting wax consumes: as fire-burnt clay
My spĭrits being dryd, lifes vigours all decay.
Yea withĕring tong to parched chops dooth cleve:
Thus me, my Lord, in dust of death doost leve.
FOR dogs have mee besiegĕd: A savage rout
Of vyld malfactours mee envĭron about.
Hands, Feet, they'ue pierc'd: my bones may all be told:
Which gazing eys from flinted harts behold.
My robe vnript amongst them they divide:
And seamles cote by chancing lot decide.
BVT thow, my Lord, in weakest state my strength,
My hope in death; look doun, release at length
From heavĕns award: my life from swoord discharge;
From powĕr of dog my desolate soule enlarge.
From lions mouth; from unĭcorns horns, with speed,
Now hearĕst, ô save, in soules extremest need.
(Ah troŭble vntryd,) and no where help appear:
Be thow not far: See Lord, what buls are met;
Huge buls of Basan round haue me beset:
With gaping iaws, much lion-like they play,
Which ramps to seaze, and roars to rend his pray.
SEE, vital iuice to watri stream distild:
My bones disioint: my hart, with anguish fild,
Like melting wax consumes: as fire-burnt clay
My spĭrits being dryd, lifes vigours all decay.
Yea withĕring tong to parched chops dooth cleve:
Thus me, my Lord, in dust of death doost leve.
FOR dogs have mee besiegĕd: A savage rout
Of vyld malfactours mee envĭron about.
Hands, Feet, they'ue pierc'd: my bones may all be told:
Which gazing eys from flinted harts behold.
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And seamles cote by chancing lot decide.
BVT thow, my Lord, in weakest state my strength,
My hope in death; look doun, release at length
From heavĕns award: my life from swoord discharge;
From powĕr of dog my desolate soule enlarge.
From lions mouth; from unĭcorns horns, with speed,
Now hearĕst, ô save, in soules extremest need.
THY glorious name I'le preach to brethren deer:
And faithful Church, in midst, thy praise shal hear
From thankful voice resound. Ye sons of grace,
Who fear your Lord; and thow great Israĕls race,
Lovĕd Iacobs seed; your revĕrend ioys enhance:
His praise through earth, his name to heavĕns advance.
FOR not with scorning mynd, or loathing ey,
Th'afflicted wight he careles passed by:
Ne helpful face from rueful sight did hide:
But gracious ear to iust complaint applyd.
Then vows I'le pay before them which thee fear:
And sacred praise assembli great shal hear.
And faithful Church, in midst, thy praise shal hear
From thankful voice resound. Ye sons of grace,
Who fear your Lord; and thow great Israĕls race,
Lovĕd Iacobs seed; your revĕrend ioys enhance:
His praise through earth, his name to heavĕns advance.
FOR not with scorning mynd, or loathing ey,
Th'afflicted wight he careles passed by:
Ne helpful face from rueful sight did hide:
But gracious ear to iust complaint applyd.
Then vows I'le pay before them which thee fear:
And sacred praise assembli great shal hear.
THE spirits myld, whom dews celestial bless,
Shal fruits of earth in plentĕous rest possess.
Their gracious zele Gods glorious praise shal sing:
Your ended life shal life unending bring.
Shal fruits of earth in plentĕous rest possess.
Their gracious zele Gods glorious praise shal sing:
Your ended life shal life unending bring.
YEA, natiŏns all which earths great globe doo fill,
Evĕn kindreds which hir bounds extremest till,
At length themselves remember shal, and mourn,
Till whom they left, to him again they turn.
To mighti king, whose woord whole world dooth wield,
Thus worship due shal world united yield.
FOR him all states shal serve: On earths great store
The rich shal feed, and heavĕns great Lord adore:
And poorest wretch, who doun in dust doth ly,
To him shal bow; and dying, death defy;
This course great ages run. Their postĕrous race
In worlds cleer vieu his service shal embrace.
And so transmit, that childrens children ay
His iustice learn, his sacred will obay.
Evĕn kindreds which hir bounds extremest till,
At length themselves remember shal, and mourn,
Till whom they left, to him again they turn.
To mighti king, whose woord whole world dooth wield,
Thus worship due shal world united yield.
FOR him all states shal serve: On earths great store
The rich shal feed, and heavĕns great Lord adore:
And poorest wretch, who doun in dust doth ly,
To him shal bow; and dying, death defy;
This course great ages run. Their postĕrous race
In worlds cleer vieu his service shal embrace.
And so transmit, that childrens children ay
His iustice learn, his sacred will obay.
| Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour | |