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Psalm 36.
[The bestiăl mynd, forsaking God, resolv'd to ioy in sin]
The bestiăl mynd, forsaking God, resolv'd to ioy in sin;
To shun remorse, first natures light t'extinguish dooth begin:
Then cheers himself in blyndest ways; no vyld desire refrains;
Til, in my hart, no dread of God before his eys remains.
At length evĕn gloriĕth in his shame: and ioith (ah wretched state!)
Inventing ill; which well adviz'd his trembling soule would hate.
DEFYLD, distuned soule! His lips, which ought Gods praises sound,
And world with trueth assist; in leud, and lying woords abound.
His mynd, of vnderstanding pure, good thoughts, it self depriues:
And nought but mischief, fraud, and wrong, on silent bed contrives.
In sum, estrangĕd from goodnes all, enthral'd to ill; he bends
His steps towărd death: where vengeance due rebelliŏus soules attends.
To shun remorse, first natures light t'extinguish dooth begin:
Then cheers himself in blyndest ways; no vyld desire refrains;
Til, in my hart, no dread of God before his eys remains.
At length evĕn gloriĕth in his shame: and ioith (ah wretched state!)
Inventing ill; which well adviz'd his trembling soule would hate.
DEFYLD, distuned soule! His lips, which ought Gods praises sound,
And world with trueth assist; in leud, and lying woords abound.
His mynd, of vnderstanding pure, good thoughts, it self depriues:
And nought but mischief, fraud, and wrong, on silent bed contrives.
In sum, estrangĕd from goodnes all, enthral'd to ill; he bends
His steps towărd death: where vengeance due rebelliŏus soules attends.
O LORD, what highth, what depth, what bredth, thy greatnes may profess?
What hart can goodnes thyn conceive? what tong thy praise express?
Thy bounteŏus grace from heavĕns to earth thy creatures all comprends:
Thy iustice mountains huge surmounts: thy trueth yond clouds extends:
A deep abiss thy iudgements rest: O thow doost all protect;
Thou man doost save; ne simplest beast in needful things neglect.
BVT ô, how precious towărd mankynd thy mercies Lord redound?
Whence servants thyn thy shadŏing wings their sure retrait have found.
And when at last, through ended toils, they at thyn House arrive;
There pleasantst food, there sweetest streams, ay pure delights revive.
For thow, ô fountain great of life, their life doost still refresh:
And beams from thee deriv'd, their eys with sight al-gloriŏus bless.
THEN Lord, hold on thy kyndnes deer, towărd those that knowe thy name:
And iustice thyn array the soules, whom sacred loves enflame.
And let not proud oppressing foot my gracious ways deface:
Nor sinning hand misdraw my soule thoughts sinful to embrace.
Lo, sinners proud, defecting soules, throwne doun in dreadful guise,
In dead destruction ay involv'd, to life shall never rize.
What hart can goodnes thyn conceive? what tong thy praise express?
Thy bounteŏus grace from heavĕns to earth thy creatures all comprends:
Thy iustice mountains huge surmounts: thy trueth yond clouds extends:
A deep abiss thy iudgements rest: O thow doost all protect;
Thou man doost save; ne simplest beast in needful things neglect.
BVT ô, how precious towărd mankynd thy mercies Lord redound?
Whence servants thyn thy shadŏing wings their sure retrait have found.
And when at last, through ended toils, they at thyn House arrive;
There pleasantst food, there sweetest streams, ay pure delights revive.
For thow, ô fountain great of life, their life doost still refresh:
And beams from thee deriv'd, their eys with sight al-gloriŏus bless.
THEN Lord, hold on thy kyndnes deer, towărd those that knowe thy name:
And iustice thyn array the soules, whom sacred loves enflame.
And let not proud oppressing foot my gracious ways deface:
Nor sinning hand misdraw my soule thoughts sinful to embrace.
Lo, sinners proud, defecting soules, throwne doun in dreadful guise,
In dead destruction ay involv'd, to life shall never rize.
| 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 | |