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An Hymn to God.

SACRED HYMNS.

Psalm 1.

[O blessed wight! whose pure desires to stain]

O blessed wight! whose pure desires to stain
Th'ungodli crue in vain their counseils bend;
In vain doo sinners ways his absence plain;
And scorners chairs in vain their poison spend:
Th'Eternals law hath rapt his whole delight;
Th'eternal law he muzeth day and night.
AS precious plant; whom iuiceful veins doo fat,
Due fruits enrich, unfading leafs doo grace;
(The Masters ioy, fair honour of the plat:)
So righteous man; whom blessings round embrace.
While wicked imps, as rootles fruitles chaf;
Which whirled round, the wynd seems cauze to laugh.
THERFORE when sovĕrain Iudge of heăvens and land
By final doom shal destin to each his place:
The iust shal shine, and glorious senat stand;
When damned rout shal fly his dreadful face.
For righteous path th'alrighteous Lord advows:
But track perverse towărd dire destruction bows.

Psalm 2.

[What graceles fears, strange hates, may Nations so affright]

What graceles fears, strange hates, may Nations so affright,
Infuriate so; gainst God with mad attempts to fight?
Gainst God, and gainst his Christ, earths Kings and Peers shal band,
To force ioyn fraud, (ah fools!) Heăvens kingdom to withstand.
Fond, earthi mynds! ye hate your bliss: Gods gracious hests,
Free laws, as thrauling tys, your lawles life detests.
BVT Hee in heăvens that sits, whose ey their thoughts divides;
Their wicked mynd abhors; their vain attempts derides.
He then in wrath shal speak; in wrath which sore shal vex,
And with distracted thoughts their troubled mynds perplex.
And then shal glorious voice from heăvenli throne proceed;
Lo here my Son, a King to sacred Siŏn decreed.
THEN this decree I'le shew: God spake it first to Mee;
My Son thou art: this day have I begotten thee.
Thy kingdom shal encrease: Ask me; and Gentile lands;
Yea utmost ends of earth, I'le render to thy hands.
VVhom thou, obdur'd in sin, with rod of irŏn shalt bruze:
As earthen pot shalt crash, while they thy laws refuze.
THEN ô, advize ye kings; and ye instruction take
Who Iudges are of earth, your iudgements right to make.
Serve God with fear: (with fear best wisdom is begon:)
With dread your ioys asseăzon. Then homage to his Son
With kiss prezent: So so his kindling ire prevent,
Which them and all their ways, gainst whom least spark is bent,
With horrour dire consumes. But blessed ay the wight
Who trusts in him; to him who sacred faith hath plight.

Psalm 8.

[Eternal Lord; th'illustrous fame]

Eternal Lord; th'illustrous fame
That sounds through world thy glorious name!
Whose greatnes fair transcends the skys;
Whose goodnes earth dooth not despize.
Evĕn tender lips of infants yong
Thy grace inspires with praiseful song:
Whose force thy foes revengeful rage
All danted strangely dooth asswage.
WHEN vp my wondring eys I raize
Towărd higher coorts which preach thy praise;
The heăvens so huge, the stars so bright,
That Prince of day, this Queen of night;
All which doo thee their maker knowe,
Of peerles hand the matchles showe:
Lord, what is man, poor clot of mold,
That him in mynd thou still shouldst hold;
Or son of man, defiled worm,
Thy gracious thoughts towărd him to turn!
A LITTLE thou wilt man abbase,
Beneath thy blisful Angels place:
Then ay shal man remain renoumd,
With prime of glori princely cround.
To him as King thy creatures bow,
And dueti prest shal ioyful vow:
What e're against his scepter swell,
His powrful foot thou doun makĕst quell.
THE cattle myld his service bear:
Yea beasts most wyld his frouns doo fear:
What flying wing the air divides,
What swimming fin through water glides,
What creeping thing in sea or land,
Hast all subiected to his hand.
O Lord, our Lord; what glorious fame
Resounds through world thy gracious name!

Psalm 15.

[Lord: who shal in thy roial tent reside?]

Lord: who shal in thy roial tent reside?
Whom shal thy sacred mount his dweller claim?
The man whose feet in paths direct abide;
Whose lips at trueth, whose hands at iustice aim.
NO wronging tale his tong hath twynd; no deed
Of his hath neighbour harmd; yea slander vile
Gainst neighbour raiz'd, which itching ears dooth feed,
With stern rebuke his righteous ears exile.
THE godles wretch, from heăvenli coort reiected,
As foe, he shuns; as outcast base, despizeth:
The godli wight, by grace divine elected,
As frend, he loves; as precious, highly prizeth.
HIS woord as oath, his oath as sacred vow,
He firm observes; though harm he thence endure:
Usurious trade, the idles biting plow,
Ne gain nor ease can him to hold alure.
THE upright cause, sole obiect of his sight,
No bribe can hurt, no present needs to mend:
So hee the man, whom nought shal shake or fright;
Whom sacred place, and blisful ioys attend.

Psalm 16.

[Then thow preserve me, Lord, thou anchor of my mynd]

Psalm 17.

[High Iudge of world, cast doun thy rightĕous eys]

Psalm 19.

[The heăvens declare the glori of God; that worlds great arch foorth-tels]

Psalm 20.

[In day of troŭble, o woorthi king]

In day of troŭble, o woorthi king;
God cheer thee; thence high valure spring:
And mighti name of Iacobs Lord,
Protect from stroke of hostile swoord.
That day from sacred throne to thee
On Angels wings aid heăvenli flee:
And strength, by prostrate Church implorĕd,
From Siŏn great Ark be fresh restorĕd.
THY praiĕr stil pierce his gracious ears,
As pious soule it humbly rears:
Thy gifts his eys benign receave;
And offrings burnt all cinders leave.
His light illustrate so thy face;
So favour his thy ways entrance;
That wish of hart, that woork of brain,
Succesful end stil blest attain.
THVS wee, enfreed from feard annoy,
For safeti thyn, our deerest ioy,
All thankful shall Gods praises sing;
And glorious name to heavĕns upring.
Yea when thy praiĕrs his powĕr performs,
And thee victorious (ô) returns:
We banners, ensigns of his praise,
And trophes to his great name wil raize.
O FAITH assurĕd; inspyrd from high!
Now knowe I, God, evĕn God drawth nigh:
Our King, the Lords anointed deer,
Celestial sanctuări dooth hear.
There see I, aid diuine decreed,
To save his persŏn in hours of need:
There Victori, by Gods right hand,
By powĕr gainst which no powĕr can stand:
SOME charrets make their strength and grace:
In horses som proud glori place.
Fond ioy, false strength! at thundring call,
Horse, charrets, men, to ground doo fall.
We then to heăvens address our ey,
Where surer trust faiths eys descry:
A trust, which, whilĕst they doun are brought,
Our standing strength and triŭmph hath wrought.
Then hear vs, Lord: let heavĕns great king
Our king on earth home safely bring.

Psalm 21.

[The King, (Lord,) towărd thy glorious face]

Psalm 22.

[My God, my God: why doost thou me forsake?]

Psalm 25.

[To thee his faithful soule thy servant, Lord, dooth rear]

Psalm 32.

[The blessed man; whom spring of boundles grace]

The blessed man; whom spring of boundles grace
With mercies ey a Father-iudge dooth vieu;
Whose crimes and guilt with pardon free efface;
Foul stains orehele; so pristin shape renue.
Yea thrice he blest; whom, who Creatour kynd
All perfect framĕd, declynd dooth not forsake:
Dooth not his sins impute; and darkned mynd,
Dischargĕd of guile, to iustice dooth awake.
I WHILST my sin in silent brest conceald,
Benumbd, asham'd; at length with sicnes scurgĕd,
My bones consum'd; and roars sharp grief reveald,
Which tiring pain, my strength now tired, urgĕd.
Thy grievous hand stil presd me day and night;
Nor Sun could cheer, nor darknes rest prezent:
On faded face deaths name seemd palenes write;
So native iuice unnative heat had spent.
ADVIS'D, I then to thee my sins confesd,
In vain conceald; bade idle vail adieu:
I said, Be now to God my falts expresd;
Who guilt from soule, strait plague from corps withdrew.
O GRACIOVS Lord, therfore our hopes abound:
And godli men, excited by these fruits,
In time accepted, when thou maist be found,
With faithful harts shal bring their needful suits.
And thow benign, from worlds tempestŭous seas
Wilt them remoove: and mee, (my hiding place,)
Preservĕd from wrack, dischargĕd of streit unease,
With ioious crys of freedom round embrace.
THEN I, who e're Gods service doost profess,
Wil make thee sciĕnt, what paths thou must ascend;
What dounfals shun; how errors to redress:
And guiding ey thy cariage shall attend.
BVT men by kynd, transform not into guise
Of sturdi horse, or more unthankful mule;
Whose brutish brests no mutŭal duties prize;
Sole sharpest bits their mouths from mischief rule.
THE wicked hart, whole swarms of woes shal seaze;
Of help without, within of rest deprivĕd;
While faithful soule, who gracious Lord shal pleaze,
With mercies fencĕd, with ioys shal be revivĕd.
THEN rightĕous mynds, divorce your careful fear;
Gods woord who trust, shout out with sounds of ioy;
His ways who walk, your hopeful heads vprear:
Your light appears, sad darknes to destroy.

Psalm 34.

[The Lord for evĕr with humblest ioy my thankfulst thoughts shal bless]

The Lord for evĕr with humblest ioy my thankfulst thoughts shal bless;
In him my soule triumph; my mouth his glorious praise express.
Let myld & righteŏus mynds, earths Saints, with gladnes hear this praise:
Yea all vnite, harts, spĭrits, and sounds, to heăvens his name to raize.
When chasĕd from home, in strangers land, midst Hethen crue, I moornd,
And sought my God; my sighs he heard, and safely mee returnd.
That mee his Saints example great shal cheerful ay recite;
This poore man cryd, the Lord him heard, and freed from hostile spite.
O THOUGHT-surmounting grace! to earth from heăvenli host descends
Gods Angel great, and servants his as rampire round defends.
Then tast, and see, how good the Lord; how sweet his merci flowes;
How blest the man who trusts in him, on him vow'd love bestowes.
And ye, Gods Saints, his fear maintain: when liŏns through hunger wast;
Yet scarsenes none, of no thing good sour want, his servants tast.
O COM deer children; listen well, while Gods true fear I teach;
How life to win; how length of days in happiĕst state to reach.
Thy tong from venŏmed woords refrain; thy lips let shun deceipt:
Decline from evĭl; doo good: seek peace; this this be thy retreit.
The eys of God with pleazing vieu the rightĕous race behold;
Their suits his gracious ears attend; ful deer their lifes are sold:
But countĕnance stern the mighti Lord gainst proud malfactors bends;
And cursed names, corrupted seed, from earths fair bosom rends.
TRUE servants plaints iust Lord dooth hear; their tears and fears discharge,
Their contrite harts, enanguisht spĭrits, from pressures streit enlarge.
Afflictions great, it's true, ful oft most righteŏus Man endures:
God rids them all: and in their midst his bones from brack assures.
No bone of His shal broken be. But those who hate the iust,
Shal perish all: the wicked harts owne malice grynds to dust.
Their owne desires them plague. But God shal rightĕous souls redeem;
And none shal quail, to him that trust, who him their life esteem.

Psalm 36.

[The bestiăl mynd, forsaking God, resolv'd to ioy in sin]

Psalm. 37.

[Let not unpleazing vieu of bad mens flouring state]

Psalm 40.

[Long patient hope Gods pleasure did attend]

Psalm 42.

[As chased Hart, with drouth enraged first]

As chased Hart, with drouth enraged first,
Then ioid with hope, towărd watri streams dooth bray:
So Lord, my soule, my panting soule dooth thirst,
At lifes high spring hir restles love to stay.
AH life of lifes! when shall that ioying sight
Of presence thyn reioice my ioyles ey?
Whom now salt teares are food to day and night,
“While chasing foes, Where's now thy God? stil cry.
SWEET-sour revieu my hart through eys distils,
How earst high ioys midst marching troop I broacht:
And sacred House, whom beauteŏus presence fils,
With songs and praise in festivĕst guise approacht.
WHY then, ô why, my sad deiected mynd,
Should troubled thoughts thee restles now torment?
Ah thankful wait: stil gracious Lord shalt fynd,
In bands of woes release who al-times sent.
YET Lord my soule behold stil dampt with grief:
While Iordans reeds, while Hermons rocs she hants;
While Iuri mounts affoord their poor relief:
Remembrance thyn where melting hart redants.
SEE, gulf of woes, nue gulf stil duely cals:
Thy thunders roar; thy fires com streaming doun:
And raging storm, from cloudi spouts which fals,
With shouring fluds my pining soule dooth droun.
YET gracious Lord stil succŏring hand dooth reach.
His face serene returned ioy shal bring:
And gladsom day shal thankful euĕning teach,
With praiseful hymn th'alglorious name to sing.
MENE while to God thy chased life betake;
And doleful tune exiled wretch renue:
My God, my strength; why doost thou me forsake?
Why moorning soule dooth murdrous foe pursue?
O THOW who sole sustein'st my wearĭed life,
My wearĭed life, whom powĕr of right bereves;
Yet iudge that cry, mongst braiding foes so rife,
“Where's now thy God? My bones it swoord-like cleves.
BVT why, ô why, my sad deiected mynd,
Should troubled thoughts thee restles still torment?
Com grateful hope. My gracious God, I fynd,
In throng of woes still swift relief hath sent.

Psalm 44.

[Our pleazed ears, renoumed Lord, haue heard]

Psalm 45.

[A noble act, of Kings dezirĕd;]

Psalm 49.

[Ye sons of men, where-evĕr o're earths great globe disperst]

Ye sons of men, where-evĕr o're earths great globe disperst;
Both ye of noble race, and ye, whom fathers unrehearst
In menenes have obscurĕd; ye rich, and poor, attend:
My mouth shal wisdom stream; which hart from muzings deep dooth send.
My thoughts on sentence grave, on parable profound
Defixt, at length my matter dark to harp shal cleerly sound.
WHY should unpleazing fears my sadded mynd torment,
When evil days approach, sweet years of pleasure when are spent;
When sin with death at heels my wasting life pursues?
See mighti man, whose ey his wealth with gloryĭng trust revieus:
No one e're brother deer from thralling death redeems;
Can God the ransom pay: who price too high of soules esteems
For mortal powĕr to reach: that cease may vain attempt,
Mans life in line stil on to draw, from iaws of grave exempt.
HE seeth great sages dy; evĕn so the brutish fool:
And leve their wealth th'untimeli thirst of thankles heirs to cool.
In inward thoughts then count, their houses yet secure;
Their stateli seats shal undevourd through ages all endure;
And lands shal bere their names. But man in honour placĕd,
Like beasts fals doun; his house, his seat, his name, from earth effacĕd.
LO ways of fool-wise men: which yet their worldli race,
As proiects high of wisdom deep with much applause embrace.
But they in grave doo ly, like sheep in narrŏed holds:
Where death, as wolf, devoured flesh in gnawing panch infolds.
There dead, they dy. And when worlds morning fair renues,
Their yelling crys shal iudging Saints with lordli doom refuze.
From grave then hell shal seaze, and seaz'd their shapes consume.
When God, my soule, mee, shall from bothe to him redeemd resume.
THEN feare not, grieve not thow, when godles person thrives;
His house when gloriŏus mounts. For not when death of life deprives,
He all shal hence transport; ne glori train to grave:
Though foolish mouth oft cursed soule in life fair blessings gave:
And though men praize thy mynd stil folŏing worlds delight.
He hence to fathers race shal pack, ay shut from heavĕnli light
O man, great woork of price! of wisdom if bereft,
If beast-like lives, like beast he dys, in dark destruction left.

Psalm 50.

[The mighti God, our Lord, from heavĕns first glorious voice hath sent]

Psalm 51.

[My sinful soule, arraind of twofold gilt]

My sinful soule, arraind of twofold gilt;
Of Spouse-bed wrongd, of bloud ah fouly spilt;
With saddest grief in tears imbrynd repents:
And wailed crimes at mercies feet prezents.
O sourse of grace, whence seas of mercies flowe,
Release my gilt; and love returning shewe.
MY gilt releasd, then clenze my soule from stain;
From stain, which sin behynd stil makes remain,
And nue sin breeds. But since my pensiue sight,
Sin, gilt, and stain, stil wound, by day, by night;
With sour remorse since them I, Lord, deplore;
Ah cure them, Lord, and rightĕous grace restore.
NO mortal law dooth me transgressour make:
Thy law divine, whose iustice heăvens dooth shake;
Thee supreme Iudge, sole thee, my sin offends;
Whose piercing vieu to secretst thoughts extends.
Ah evĭl I, Lord, in thy pure eys have doon:
So iust reproof, so iudgement right is com.
WHAT shal I plead, of sin defiled mass;
From sin who com, through sin to death must pass?
From mould deformd lo form I first receiv'd:
And mother frail in sin warm life conceiv'd.
But thow in soules thyn owne true form dezirĕst:
And wisdom deep it to restore inspirĕst.
AND thus I stood: but now orethrowne by sin,
Deformd, defyld; ah Lord, let grace begin
Recure to woork: with spring, with hysop thyn;
So scour this soule, more white then snowe to shyn:
And comfort, Lord; ô ioy now make me hear:
That bruzĕd bones returning strength may cheer.
REMOOVE my sins from thy offended ey:
And cancel all my falts. Hear once my cry:
Clean hart crëate; right spĭrit in mee renue:
Then wavĕring mynd with heăvenli stay endue.
Ah cast not off griev'd breaker of thy law:
Nor HOLI SPIRĬT soules sovĕrain life withdraw.
Restore the ioy of thy sweet saving grace:
And sins bond powĕr with thy free spĭrit displace.
THEN erring soules my thankful zele shal burn
Thy ways to teach: who glad to thee shal turn.
And then my song, (but bloud keep, Lord, away,
My saving Lord,) thy iustice shal display.
Sole thou my lips once open, Lord, again:
And ioiful mouth shal sacred praise proclaim.
IF sacrifice thy powĕr divine might please,
If offrings burnt thy burning wrath appeaze;
What would I spare? but nought in heăven obtains
Beasts life, in man while beastlike mynd remains.
Mans owne griev'd spĭrit, is Gods best sacrifice:
His sighs, his tears, doost ne're, iust Lord, despize.
THEN ô return: ô bless stil Sion deer:
Ierusalems stil lingring wals uprear.
With cleered harts then wee, in legal rites,
Iust sacrifice, wherein great God delights,
Shal bring: yong buls at altars side shal bleed:
And offrings burnt th'undying flames refeed.

Psalm 67.

[Be gracious Lord: Let cleerly shine]

Be gracious Lord: Let cleerly shine
The beauties of thy blisful face:
That earth may see thy ways divine,
And nations all thy saving grace.
Let people bless thy sacred name:
Let people all renoum the same.
ALL wo exil'd, let ioy return:
For thow who right doost still protect,
Shalt iudge them who for iustice moorn;
And erring nations here direct.
Let people praize thy glorious name:
Let people all adore the same.
THEN shall the earth, as fild with love,
Hir gifts in great abundance poure:
And God, our God, from heavĕn above
His choisest blessings richly shoure.
God shall vs bless: and vtmost lands
Shal all submit them to his hands.

Psalm 68.

[Let pleaze our God to ărize, that enĭmies his disband]

Psalm 69.

[Help Lord, and save, a poor distressed wight]

Psalm 79.

[The Hethĕn, ô God, who fear not, no nor knowe]

Psalm 73.

[Yet surely God benign to Israĕl stands]

Psalm 82.

[The Sovĕrain Lord, whence iustice all derives]

The Sovĕrain Lord, whence iustice all derives;
Who mesurĕd powĕr to earthli Lords divides;
His Senate of his presence nevĕr deprives:
Th'immortal Iudge mongst mortal Gods resides.
Sith iudgement's his; how dare ye iustice wynd,
To scurge the good, while miscreănts favour fynd?
THE poor ye should, the weak, the orphane free,
From wicked strength stil bending to oppress:
But ignorance, (ah, not for high degree,)
And vainest thoughts your darkned mynds possess.
Thus ruled coorse of all things turn'd awry,
Makes trembling earth to heavĕns for iustice cry.
I STYL'D you Gods, who Gods earth-ruling place
As glorious sons of supreme Lord doo hold:
But dy ye shal, as men of menest race,
As foregone Princes now resolv'd to mold.
And rize, great Lord; thy iudging right resume
O're nations all, whom tyrants wrongs consume.

Psalm 84.

[The fair aspect of Tabernacles thyn]

The fair aspect of Tabernacles thyn,
Great Lord of hosts, how loveli to absent ey
It self prezents? my longing soule dooth pine,
And pining faint, til shee thy Coorts descry.
Nor earth, nor heavĕn; sole thow lifes glorious spring,
To hart, to flesh, reviving ioy doost bring.
AH, absent I: when yet poor sparro may,
When swalo wyld, hir house, hir nestlet cling
Neer Altars thyn, and there hir yonglings lay:
Yet absent I, from thee, my God, and King.
Twise blest be they, who in thy house reside:
Thy praise with them, their loves with thee abide,
AND blessed hee, far off who, cheerd in thee,
On causies thinks which to thy mountain guide.
Dry vales they pass: sweet springs by art yet see:
And gracious rain fore-drouth of pools dooth hide.
From wasting strength, by strength they walk renŭed;
To Sion fair, where God of Gods is vieŭed.
THEN Lord of hosts, then Iacobs God, our shield;
Ah, ey the face, with favours thyn enduĕd,
With sacred oil perfuzĕd. Hear Lord, and yield
Those longed Coorts; where one sole day accrŭed,
Whole thousand stains. With mee Gods doors excell
The stateliĕst tents, with impious pride that swell.
OUR sun, our shield; whence life, whence light derives;
Whence sure defence, whence strength proud foes to quell:
He rightĕous mynds of nothing good deprives;
They here in grace, in glori above shal dwell.
That earth, that heavĕn, Lord God of hosts may cry;
Thrise blest the man, whose hopes on thee rely.

Psalm 90.

[In pilgrim life, our rest; in thrald estate, our stay]

Psalm 92.

[A good, a gracious act it is]

A good, a gracious act it is,
To praize the Lord, to celebrate his bliss:
Thy name, ô Highest, to renoum,
With hymns, which earth with heavĕns high honour croun.
Thy bountĕous grace, let springing day;
Let silent night, thy faithful trueth display.
Let ten-stringd lute, with viole sweet,
Melodious harp in sacred consort meet.
Since ioy to me thy woork dooth bring;
Thy woorks, great Lord, my thankful ioy shal sing.
O LORD, thy woorks how glorious great;
How deep thy thoughts, thoughts shalo to defeat?
The floting brain of brutish man,
Not once observes, not once it fathom can;
That when as grass the wicked growe;
When sinners proud, doo sprout, doo bud, and blowe;
In flouring state they shall be mowne;
And all for ay to sad destruction throwne.
While thow, ô Lord, most high, most iust,
Ay happi livĕst, whole worlds sole endles trust.
FOR lo, thyn impious foes, ô Lord,
Thyn impious foes, of heavĕns and earth abhord,
From earth and heavĕns lo chasĕd away,
In darknes dire their damned heads shal lay.
My strength but thow, like stateli horn
Of Unĭcorn stout, with dread and beauti born,
Wilt long advance: Oil fresh renŭed
On me shal stream with gladnes sweet imbŭed.
And ey shal see, ioid ear shal hear,
Chance wicked foes, what gilti harts did fear.
THE iust mene while, as fenced palm,
Shal flourish fair, (no storms shal him uncalm:)
As cedar tall, mount Libans praize,
His lofti top towărd heavĕns high valt shal raize.
Men planted midst Gods sacred place,
In sacred coorts shal spring: yea through his grace,
In age extreme stil fruit shal give;
Stil iuiceful, still with greeni boughs shal live.
To shew that God, my strength, and light,
Ay iust persists, ay pure from all unright.

Psalm 94.

[Avenger great; who mans presumptuŏus sin]

Psalm 100.

[With raized voice, and cheerful grace]

With raized voice, and cheerful grace,
Approach, ye Nations all, our king:
On bended knees prezent his face
With hymn of bliss, which Angels sing.
For knowe, Hee formd vs, (God, not wee,)
His flock, his folk, yea sons to bee.
O THANKFUL enter then his gate;
His coorts high praises make exclame:
Resound his acts, and glorious state;
And prostrate bless his sacred name.
Whose goodnes, great; and favour, sure;
Whose trueth, like heavĕns unchang'd dooth dure.

Psalm 101.

[Of Iudgements, Lord, to thee I'le sing]

Of Iudgements, Lord, to thee I'le sing;
Where Iustice Merci shall embrace.
Such thoughts shal righteŏus use make spring,
Towărd mee gainst pleazĕst to bend thy face.
MYN house an upright hart shal guid;
Which vice shal check, which goodnes grace.
No pleazing sin shal train aside
Those eys, which thee before them place.
WHO thee forsake, from mee I'le shake;
Their woorks and them I'le ay detest.
Nor perverse imp there root shal take,
Where evil all shal be supprest.
THAT sly deceipt, the slandĕrous tong,
Which iust men heedles may beguile;
That secret seed of neighbours wrong,
Severe reproof shal strait exile.
THOSE hauti looks of swelling mynd,
Which Thee neglect, and equals scorn;
That self-love, hatred myn shal fynd;
I'le soon pul doun their lofti horn.
WHAT woorthi person through the Land
Myn ey can vieu, what faithful wight:
He graced in my Coort shal stand;
His upright service my delight.
BUT false, dissembling, flattĕring mates,
With lying tricks that plot their owne;
No harbour get within my gates;
Their tricks and They shal out be throwne.
MY kingdom then I will begin
From foul corruptiŏns clean to pare:
To hunt the wicked to their gin,
Shal be my daili earliĕst care.
SO shall Gods Citie brightly shine;
So shall his people flourish ay:
When damned crues exiled pine;
And lawles folk are swept away.

Psalm 103.

[Pure light of soule, thou high-bred mynd]

Psalm 104.

[Magnănimous, mighti, glorious Lord; my soule shal sing thy praise]

Magnănimous, mighti, glorious Lord; my soule shal sing thy praise:
Whose Greatnes greatest heavĕns surmounts; whose Beauti dims their rays.
Thee, King, imperiăl Glories croun; thee Maiĕsties dread attire:
Magnĭficence thyn whole world refils; high Bliss transcends desire.
Great Lord, my God; eternal Life; Perfection; purest Light;
Unbounded Goodnes; robĕst thy self with beams of glorious sight.
CREATOUR high, first cause of all: Hee beeĭng to all things gave:
Hee Heavĕns like courtains fair disspreds, with stars bespangled brave:
Grand Lights as lamps illuster all. Those lighter Waters, see,
As chambers how midst air he rears: thick Clouds his charriots bee:
On wings of Wynds he swiftly walks: Oft wynds as Angels makes;
And service dire to flying flames of high-bred Fire betakes.
THE Earth midst air hath rarely hangd: yet hangd by rule so sure,
As nevĕr to moove, while light in sun, while stars in skys endure.
It first with cristal robe had helĕd: all Sea, no land was seen;
Deep flouds surrounding highest mounts: no seat for man had been.
But strait at thy rebuke they fly; them thundring voice dooth chase,
Up hill, doun vale, by shortest coorse, to their commanded place:
Vast deep their foming streams receives. Here bounds their surges fynd,
Proud waves to break; here laws from thee their roring rage to bynd.
THUS land from sea ay free remains. Then Springs to land dooth send,
Tween hils which run; fair vales enrich; encreasd to seas descend.
Hence moisture sweet draw flouri medes: hence drink myld cattle take:
Here beasts of field doo quench their thirst; wyld ass dry heat asslake.
By these wingd birds, sweet gests of air, on native arbours mount;
And pleazing notes mongst greeni leafs in cooling shade recount.
THE mountains from his raized lofts with sweet concocted Rain
He watreth so, that rich in fruits all parts of earth remain.
Pure fatnes drops: strait pregnant earth in various robe arraid,
Sees Grass for beasts, sees Herbs for man, as tribute duely paid.
Man thus sustaind, assisted thus; by art derivĕd from high,
By gift of thyn, the earths rich womb t'improove dooth soon apply.
Here Corn, here Vines, there Olives plants; with bread his hart to cheer;
With wine his drooping spĭrits to glad; with oil his face to cleer.
THE Trees of God like blessing draw: the Cedars; which his hand,
Not care of man, on Liban plants; there ages long doo stand.
Here Birds their curious nests doo build: the Storks midst lofti boughs
Of stateli Fir with parted love themselves half strangers houze.
Nought useles stands: to Mountains steep, the Shamois make retreit;
The craggi Rocks, weak Connies shield; thick Woods, give Deer receipt.
LOOK up eftsoons; see changing Moon made changing seazŏns to shew:
The Sun his certain race dooth run; his nightli settings knowe.
Strait darknes black bids light withdraw: withdrawn, the forest mooves:
Wyld beasts in woods that lurk, creep foorth; seek food what each behooves.
Yong Lions rage and roar for prey; from God their meat require:
And fed, at suns return to dens their cooching lims retire.
Then foorth goĕth Man, their Lord by thee: hee at his daili toil,
Deserving so, til eevĕning bides; and earth in earth dooth moil.
O LORD, how manĭfold are thy woorks? high wisdom all did frame:
Thy goods, which earth, which sea doo store, no tong, no thought can name.
The Sea, a place of vast extent, where cralling things abound;
Where swimming beasts both great and small past number all are found:
Here walk the Ships; which worlds whole wealth dispersd by trade unite:
Stands wondring Whale, there made to play; himself more wondrous sight.
THESE creatures all thy care attend, meet food in seazŏn to have.
Thow scattring, they it spars'd colect; larg'd hand, gives all they craue.
If gracious face thou once avert; they troubled all doo moorn:
Their spĭrit withdraw; they breath gasp out, and to their dust return.
If spĭrit of life thy grace send foorth, which world with beĕing endues;
Thow recrëatst his wasted store; so face of earth renues.
BE then, ô glori'ay be to God: Thow praiz'd from thankful voice,
Receive due tribute, gracious Lord: So in thy woorks reioice.
Repair at length worlds great defects; ô thow whose ires consume:
Whose stern aspect shakes trembling earth; whose touch makes mountains fume.
I whilĕst my life, while beĕing dooth last, shal still thy praises sing:
Sweet ioy shal thoughts of thee imbue; ô thow my blisful King.
Let sinners foul, who earth defile, defilĕd have made abhord;
Consumĕd from earth pay vengeance due. Soule myn, praize thow the Lord.

Psalm 107.

[Ye woorthi mynds, in whom Gods gifts excell]

Psalm 110.

[The Lord said to my Lord; Thow at my right-hand sit]

The Lord said to my Lord; Thow at my right-hand sit;
While foes their necks I to thy feet as foot-stool make submit.
From Sion, seat of Grace, the Lord thy scepters might
Through world shal send: midst all thy foes bear rule thou Prince of light.
What day thy warli ranks shal high exploit begin;
The people prest, with cheerful strife, to serve thee shal com in.
Anon, as prime of morn with silvĕri perls of dew
Al-spreds the world; like troops thy youth in sacred house shal shew.
THE Lord, who will not change, hath sworn fair Prince to thee;
A Priest thou art, Melchĭsedek like, and ay that Priest shal bee.
This Prince, who on thy right hand, great King of heavĕn, thus shines;
Each earthli King in ire shal crush, that gainst his rule repines.
He Hĕthen with swoord shall iudge; fields, streets with corps shal straw;
Imperiăl Head whom Nations serve, assubiect to his law.
As lightning, swift shal run; in way of torrent drink:
Thus gloriŏus head triumphant raize; while danted foes doo shrink.

Psalm 111.

[My hart dooth heavĕnli heat enflame]

Allelv-ia.

My hart dooth heavĕnli heat enflame,
To sound high praise to glorious name:
Th'alglorious Lord, midst rightĕous press,
In sacred senate shall I bless.
Great are Gods woorks; and bless their sight
Whose mynds in knowelege high delight:
His gracious hand all good hath formd,
All beautĕous, all with grace adornd.
Ovĕr all Gods Iustice glorious raigns:
Which rightĕous ay, unswaid remains.
HIS acts which wondring Fathers saw,
So live, enrold, as guiding law;
That ages all with ioy recount
Those graces, thoughts which all surmount.
Hee gracious Lord, with merci fraught,
His race elect, from thraldom brought,
In desert bare, in hungers raign,
With food celestiăl did sustain.
Hee, who his covenant still remynds,
Where righteŏus fear, true faith he fynds;
To Israĕl deer his powĕr expresd,
Which them of Hethens land possesd.
THUS all his woorks are trueth and right;
Prints of his hand, sparks of his light:
His sacred precepts faithful all;
And dying man to life recall:
Unchanging rule; unerring guid:
So Lord and Law stil same abide.
For when he first redemption sent,
And feet late thrald at freedom went:
He law, he leaug with them ordaind,
Eternal bothe from heăven proclaimd.
That man should awful thereto frame:
Sith holi and dreadful lives his name,
PRIME entrance unto wisdom true,
Gods greatnes is to fear. O you,
Sole you right understandings bless,
Who tremble his mandates to transgress.
Adore him then; whose praises pure,
As sun, illustrous ay endure.

Psalm 112.

[O happi man; with humblest fears]

Allelv-ia.

O happi man; with humblest fears,
And purest loves towărd God who bends:
With sweet delight Gods law he hears;
And heard, through actions all extends.
O HAPPI man! thy ioys are true:
Thy house with plenteŏus wealth abounds:
Thy iustice yields, and reaps, hir due;
Hir fruit to thee stil blest redounds.
HIS ofspring, noble in their race,
By noblest vertues so endure:
Long hold on earth great powĕrful place:
And world of blessings round alure.
YEA evĕn in time of darkest wo,
To him dooth cheerfull light arize:
To righteŏus man; who no mans fo,
Stil merciful, stil merci trys.
HEE helpful, bounteŏus, lends, and gives;
Reward from Gods sole grace expects:
In choisest thoughts stil blessed lives;
Which prudence rightly still directs.
THERFORE he stable ay shal stand;
Nor storm, nor engin, throwe him doun.
Yea gracious woorks of vertŭous hand,
With fame immortal shal him croun.
HIS setled mynd on God relys;
No troublous nues can him affright:
Firm stands his hart, and fears defys;
Which on his enimies pates shal light.
THUS spends the iust, thus ends his hours:
Dispersing hand the needi feeds:
Doun glorious blessing on him shours:
Reaps endles prize of ended deeds.
THE wicked this shal see, and vex;
Shal grynd their teeth, and pine to nought:
Sad fears shal duely them perplex;
Their deer desires to nothing brought.

Psalm 118.

[Sing, ô, sound out Gods woorthi praise]

Psalm 119.

[O blessed they; who men upright in mynd and way]

Aleph.
O blessed they; who men upright in mynd and way,
In Gods pure law delight, his sacred will obey.
Yea blessed, who embrace his woord that witnes true:
And God their sovĕrain good with flaming harts pursue.
Such men sure sin decline; in paths divine proceed:
Them careful hold: which held, have high reward decreed.
O THEN, sith thow so strait thy hests to keep hast chargĕd;
My ways were so addresd, my feet so, Lord, enlargĕd,
As free thy steps to trace: no blot shal mee distain,
No shame confound; on thee while fixt myn eys remain.
Right hart thy praise shal sound, for law of iustice taught:
Which learnd, Ile keep: at length reduce me ô to thought.

Beth.
VVherewith may careles youth his falti paths amend?
If heedful by thy woord he them to guid attend.
Ah Lord, with hart entire I thee have truly sought:
O let not straying soule with trains of vice be caught.
Long I thy precious laws have treasŭred in my hart,
To purge out sin: Blest Lord, stil teach that sacred art.
REMEMBER Lord, my lips, and not unthankful tong,
How free thy woord have taught, how glad thy praise have song:
How deer delight I take in way from heavĕn declarĕd:
Vain ioys breeds world of wealth, with these true ioys comparĕd.
With muzing mynd I vieu, and still thy law admire:
Nor sight gives end to search; nor search to sweet desire.

Gimel.
This gift, this favour, Lord, on servant thyn bestowe;
That live I may; and live, thy saving grace to knowe,
Yea sacred woord to keep. Then thow myn eys unsele;
And wonders of thy law to groping mynd revele.
I stranger rome on earth; my seat with thee abides:
O hide not heavĕnli way which to thy presence guids.
DESIRE my soule consumes, stil muzing on that path:
Which pride derides; dead pride, devowd to firi wrath.
But thou repell their scorns. Ah zele to sacred law,
From Princes seats did griev'd unprinceli censures draw.
Yet still, I still thy woord in studious thoughts renue:
Sole solace in my griefs, in douts adviser true.

Daleth.
My humbled soule to dust, prostrate on earth, dooth cleve;
Remynd thy woord; and up revived servant heve.
My hart, my state, and ways, to thee I did unfold:
Thou heard'st with grace: then still me precepts thyn, enrold
In faithful brest, direct. Discloze thy beauteŏus way:
And moorning soule recheerd thy merveils let display:
REMOOVE by-paths of lys: thy trueth hath been my choise;
Thy law my mirrour. O, make cleer thy gracious voice:
And foloĕr of thy woords grant through that favour high,
Be nor asham'd to live, nor Lord afraid to dy.
Yea when my narroĕd hart shal noble grace enlarge;
Base lets despiz'd, I'le run what race thy mandates charge.

He.
Great Guid of men, my feet address in righteŏus way:
My feet; by thee addrest, which ne're from thee shal stray.
Recleer my dimmed mynd, sweet beauti of thy laws
To vieu: which vieud, from hart like love abundant draws.
Thus hart deiect erect, thy rizing paths to clime;
Thy woord, my high delight, in raized thoughts to shrine.
BUT from unwoorthi gain; from vain aspects, which fire
Unwari brests; disturn myn eys and frail desire.
And quickĕn me in thy way. Ah to thy servant true,
Devoted to thy fear, thy roial woord renue.
So feard reproach discharge: with iudgements iust recheer
The fainting soule which longs thy statutes to endeer.

Vav.
Let then thy mercies deer, salvătion, favours high,
Foretold by gracious woord, at length great Lord draw nigh.
That those who mee reproach depending thus on thee;
Confounded quite, their scorns my glori high may see.
Mene while let woord so true towărd him not wholy sleep,
Who trusts in thy decree, stil still thy law wil keep.
AND keeping thus thy law, abroad I'le boldly walk:
And of thy woord fore kings undanted freely talk.
O King of kings, thou thow my love and sole delight:
Thy hests my ioy; on them I still defix my sight;
Towărd them my hands I'le raize, to act what they require;
Who sole possess my thoughts, command my chief desire.

Zaiin.
Then myndful of thy speach, thou Lord stil true and iust,
Shine foorth; sith in that woord hast causd thy servant trust.
Sole this to grieved mynd sweet comfort still derives;
This pressed state supports; this dulled sprites revives.
The proud both it and mee with scorns profane deride:
Nor pride, nor scorns profane, from thee can mee divide.
FOR iudgements thyn of old my muzing thoughts revieu:
Which mee secure: but ah stil horror then renue,
When ends of lawles men my pityĭng mynd foresees.
But I, in pilgrim life, stil singing thy decrees;
In silent night, with ioy revolving Lord thy name;
Thy statutes keep; which kept, these ioys in mee enframe.

Cheth.
My portion, Lord, art thow: my thankful mynd, resolv'd
Thy woords to keep, hir cares on thee hath all devolv'd.
And hart with fervent suit thy gracious face hath sought:
Let then those mercies shine which gracious woord hath taught.
For strait my earthli ways, with vieu unpartial eyd,
Delay cut off, I glad to heavĕnli coorse applyd.
THIS worldlings hate procures; whose troops make me their prey.
Nor hate of world, nor wrongs, me from thy paths can fray.
Thou witness, Night; whose midst with thanks me rize dooth hear
Gods iudgements iust to bless: thou Day; which God who fear,
His laws who love, my deer companions all doost see.
Thow then, whose grace earth fils, thow, Lord, my leader bee.

Tet.
I must confess, my Lord, that graciously with mee,
As was thy woord, hast dealt: ô grant, from passions free,
With sence and science right, thy servant still esteem.
For evĕn afflictions all I now thy favours deem:
Which straying soule reducĕd; who since beleeves thy law,
Thow good, and good who doost; still me to goodnes draw.
THE proud with conscious gilt have lys gainst mee devizĕd:
I careful kept thy woord; that kept, their lys despizĕd.
Their harts hath tallo' obdurĕd: thy hests are my delight.
And since thy chastning hand my humbled soule aright
In wisdoms school hath framĕd; more deer thy laws I hold,
Then streams of silver fine, then hils of purest gold.

Iod.
Thy hands me made, and formd: reform thy servant, Lord;
And understanding give, which sin may make abhor'd.
Thy iudgements all are iust: I knowe, in faithful trueth,
And for my good, thy love, thus scurged hath my youth.
But now let promis'd grace, with comfort shine: that they
Who fear thee, knowĕing my case, thy praise may glad display.
YEA let thy mercies shour, and weariĕd soule refresh:
That withĕring hart revivĕd may life from thee confess.
Let pride ashamĕd remain to seek my causeles bane:
Whose harmles thoughts thy law their sole delight doo frame.
Let zelers of thy hests to mee themselves adioin:
And clenze my hart; that shames sad scandal none eloin.

Caph.
My long erected soule, stil looking for thy grace,
Thy woord stil trusting, now bends doun hir fainting face.
Consumed are my spĭrits; consumĕd my waiting eys:
Like bottle parch'd with smoke, my self now self despize.
Yet still beleeve thy woord; thy precepts still apply.
How mani rest my days? when draw thy comforts nigh?
AND when shal I my Lord see swoord of iustice draw,
Gainst proud persuing foes; who pits, (not so thy law,)
For righteŏus steps have delvĕd? Ah hate the most uniust!
Thow then whose hests are trueth, my life neer trod to dust,
If still thy law I love, if mercies thyn attend,
In merci keep; which kept, I'le in thy service spend.

Lamed.
Thy woord for evĕr, great Lord, in heavĕns enthronĕd remains:
Thy woord, which all did make, and all things made sustains.
Thy trueths through age to age with stedfast coorse proceed.
Stands peized earth, ne mooves, by thee so Lord decreed.
Thus lo, as thow ordainĕdst, they all this day persist;
Thy servants all, to act what e're thy iudgements list.
MY woes had mee consumĕd, had solace in thy law
Not cheerd that hart, which nought can e're from thence withdraw.
For thyn I am: ô thyn preserve from wicked swoord,
Which dogs my life; who live in studyĭng Lord thy woord,
In tracing Lord thy ways. O ways of widening ioys!
When else perfections all see fretting time destroys.

Mem.
VVhat, Lord, what heat my soule with sacred love inspires
Of law divine? what powĕr thus rapts my strong desires?
All day to quicned cares, to pozed thoughts at night,
It self prezents: stil shines high mynds admired light.
A light, whose rays infuzĕd, more sciĕnt me make and sage;
Then teachers, books; wit, foes; or gray experience, age.
O LAW, my thoughts delight! desire those mandates pure,
Lawgiver great, to pleaze, dooth wari feet inure,
All sinful ways to shun, thy woords high paths to hold;
Makes iudgements thyn observe, which sacred rols have told.
Yea sweetest iuice my tast not so with sweetnes feeds:
As woord, which wisdom true, vyld falshoods hate, imbreeds.

Nvn.
Thy woord, a lamp divine, fair star that leads the day,
To paths obscure dooth shine; and guids to heavĕnli way.
And I by sacred vow, a vow in heavĕns enrold,
Stand bound, and rest resolv'd that woords iust rules to hold.
Afflictions mee extreme bere doun: let promis'd grace,
Revive me: ô then, I pray, poor lips frank gifts embrace.
MY soule see still in hand stands prest away to fly;
Such snares my life beset: yet still thy hests I ey;
Can not thy Law forget. O teach me Lord thy ways:
Thy woord since all my state, sole ioy my hart to raize;
And thow my sovĕrain good; since soule entire I bend
Thy will to doo, in this lifes breth extreme to spend.

Samech.
Thy Law I deerly love; mans vain conceipts despize;
Thow refuge myn, and shield; whose woord my waiting eys
Stil holds in hope. Avant, avant then crue profane;
Gods mandates iust I'le keep: sole thow my hope from shame,
(The hope thy speach hath raiz'd,) with life persuĕd, defend.
Savĕd lifes so whole delight I'le in thy statutes spend.
AND lo transgressours proud, whose fraud shal self deceive,
Thyn earths inutil load, of grace whom doost bereave;
As basest mire doun trod, as dross with purging fire
Consumĕd, shal sole remain sad marks of heavĕnli ire.
Therfore thy woord I love: in love, yet quake with fear,
When iudgements thyn I vieu; yea hair dire horrours rear.

Haiin.
I right and iust have wrought; thy law hath been my guid.
Abandon then me not t'uniust oppressing pride.
But intercede with help, my sureti and witnes true:
And failing eys with strength of rightĕous speach renue.
Thy servant, I: deer Lord, thy servant not forsake:
Give sciĕnce, thy hests me teach; and to thy favour take.
THUS I thy will shal knowe. But time for thee, great Lord,
For thee to woork: whose laws, of lawles mynds abhord,
Quite now they would displace. I, Lord, so much the more
Bove finest gold them prize; thee fountain iust adore;
Their vertues high admire, in all things alwaies right:
And falshoods ways perverse all spurn with iust despite.

Pe.
So mervĕilous shines thy woord, in powĕr, in wisdom high,
In goodnes; that my soule with wingd desire dooth fly,
And pant, it to attain. Lo then thy sacred light
I folo Lord with ioy: since understanding bright
Disclozĕd evĕn simple mynds it gives. Thow mee with grace
Aspect, as those who thee in highth of loves doe place.
AND first my steps so guid in path of heavĕnli woord,
That sins dark powĕr decay. Then mee with Iustice swoord
From mans oppression free: free man thy ways I'le trace:
O thow thy servant teach. And with thy gracious face
Cheer up my grieved eys: whence streaming tears doo thrill,
To see unthankful man neglect thy saving will.

Tzade.
High Iudge of worlds, from whom pure Iustice doun dooth flowe;
Whose law, worlds perfect rule; whose woord, hid trueth makes knowe;
And iudgements all are right: thou these with charge severe
Hast man enioind to keep: that mee griev'd zele dooth wear,
To see my foes forget thy speach proclaim'd above;
Thy speach, which pure as heavĕns, drawth up thy servants love.
I SMALL, and am despizĕd: thy precepts yet apply:
Which mirrour true of thee; which rule derivĕd from high
Of iustice firmly pitcht, of never changing right;
In toils, in grasping griefs, stil yield me sweet delight.
Sole thow my dazeling mynd, (pure lights eternal spring,)
Illuminate: which light shalt life eternal bring.

Koph.
Prostrate with ardent hart, with tear-distilling eys,
I call, I cry: ô thow who iust complaints despize
Nor doost, nor canst, thou hear; and save him, who thy hests,
And witnest will wil keep: if undefilĕd requests
Morns dawning oft; if oft my waking thoughts prevent
Nights watches, towărd thy woord, their hope, in muzing bent.
LO, fainting voice to thee my still unfainting hart
Sends up: send doun thy strength: and Prince of grace who art,
Revive me as is thy wont. See, neer towărd me they draw,
Who mischief dire pursue; far they from (Lord) thy law.
But thou art neer: whose hests for never-changing trueth
Long since thy teaching woord assurĕd my learning youth.

Resch.
At length let pityĭng ey respect afflicted wight.
And thow, mans hart who seest, art conscious of my right,
And pressing fo observĕst; plead thow my cause; and free
Soule cheered through thy woord, addicted whole to thee.
Thy mercies Lord are wide: yet far from godles crue;
Who seek not thee, nor way to bliss that leads pursue.
BUT mee thy doom revive: whom now persuing foes,
Not faithles to thy woord, with swarming troops encloze.
O grief! myn ey to see men break thy rightĕous law;
Despize celestiăl bliss: in lines of love which draw
Thy servants soule: see Lord; and quickĕn them with thy grace,
Who iust, eternal woord, trueths sum, with ioy embrace

Schin.
VVith causeles hate, ô Lord, and not unwronging swoord,
Have Princes mee persuĕd: yet aw of heavĕnli woord
My hart restraind from sin. O woord, whose ioys more draw,
My ly-detesting mynd, and mynd that loves thy law,
Then ioy which Princes gifts, or foes rich spoils can bring!
Sevĕn times yea daily I thy righteŏus iudgements sing.
IN throng of worldli waves, which sweet of life devour,
Their mynds stil calm abide, no scandal there hath powĕr,
Where love of thee directs. Lo then thy saving grace
My hoping eys attend: sole thow his love embrace,
Whose pure affection seeks thy pleasure to fulfill.
I fain not, Lord: my ways, yea hart, thou vieust at will.

Thav.
Then let at length approach, ô Lord, my fainting cry;
Vouchsafe my suit access: sole understanding I,
And riddance from my foes, (which promized hast,) require.
Thus taught thy will, and free; towărd thee my quick desire
Shal spring; my lips thy praise, glad tong thy woord shal sound,
Where trueth, where wisdom pure, where statutes iust abound.
LET then thy hand now help; if not with cold pursuit
Salvation thyn I seek. Vouchsafe me Lord this fruit
Of making thee my hope, thy law my choise delight;
O let my soule yet live, preserv'd from tyrants might;
And it shal praize thy name. Seek then thy straying sheep,
Who wandring now, as lost, yet strives thy law to keep.

Psalm 122.

[My longing hart deer ioy assaid]

My longing hart deer ioy assaid,
As gracious sound strook grateful ear:
Religious mynds! Each neighbour praid,
In Gods fair house let's all appear.
Ierusalem, our peaceful feet
Now frequent in thy gates shal meet.
IERVSALEM, the earths delight;
A Citie, three compact in one:
To thee the Tribes, in legal rite,
Gods chozen Tribes ascend alone.
Sole here shines out heavĕns glorious King:
Here Israĕl all his praises ring.
RELIGION Iustice dooth embrace;
Who doubled bliss through land derive:
For iudgement thrones here hold their place;
And wronged right with aid revive.
Iudicial thrones, the Kingdoms powĕr;
Of Davids croun most glorious flour.
O THEN Ierusalem respect;
Hir peace with vows to heavĕn commend.
Ierusalem! who thee affect,
Them ioy, them bliss, stil prest attend.
O peace ay in thy towĕrs reside:
In houses plenti ay abide.
I FOR my frends, my brethrens sake,
Whom race, whom rites, in love combine;
Shal alwaies pray; Earths peace partake;
And heavĕns rich light upon thee shine.
For Gods fair house, my ioy, I'le sure
Stil studious, still thy good procure.

Psalm 128.

[O blessed they, whose humble harts]

O blessed they, whose humble harts
True fear of powĕr divine endues:
Religious soule, that ne're departs
From way which blisful life renues.
O BLESSED man! thy ioys abound:
Thyn house thy cheerful hands shal rear:
And labours iust, with blessing cround,
Shal feeding fruit stil plenteŏus bear.
THY wife, a vine on wall disspred,
In fruitful love hast ioious met:
Thy children sweet, in vertu bred,
Fair olive plants, thy boord beset.
LO thus Gods fear thus gracĕd shal bee:
From Sion deer thee God shal bless:
And quiet home shal plenti see;
And life contented long possess.
THAT all thy days delighted ey
Ierusalems great weal may vieu:
And wasting life it self espy
In childrens children to renue.
O THANKFUL then Gods love alure;
Stil rightĕous life with care maintain:
So happi long maist thou endure;
So peace with Isrăel long remain.

Psalm 130.

[Out from the deep, to thee ô Lord I cry]

Out from the deep, to thee ô Lord I cry:
From place far off; yet thow good Lord be nigh.
Lord hear my voice, and with attentive ear
Receive the plaints which humbled soule dooth rear.
IF strictly Lord transgressions thou shalt ey;
Lord who shal stand? in sad despair we dy.
But Iustice thyn stil mercies thoughts displays:
That Greatnes, fear; and Goodnes love may raize.
WITH patiĕnce then on God my soule attend:
(His woord, my trust:) Hee'le give thee ioyful end.
As morning rays rere sentinal desires:
So so, and more, towărd thee my soule aspires.
And patiĕnt ô await him Isrăel deer:
His great redemption now wil soon appear.
He merci is: His merci from their thrall,
Yea from their sins, shal ransom Isrăel all.

Psalm 137.

[By Babel streams, exil'd from Contri deer]

By Babel streams, exil'd from Contri deer,
As doun we sate, a sad dismaied crue;
Ah, Sions wrongs to pensive mynds appear,
Sions, whom now our eys no more should vieu.
Wee wept: and trees that saw our tears abound,
Hang'd up those harps which wont our ioys resound.
THEN scornful Lords, who Sions towrs had fir'd,
Gods Temple raz'd, and vs to thraldom seaz'd;
In anguish, mirth; in tears, a song requir'd;
And with som Hymn of Sion must be pleaz'd.
Should hymns divine to ears profane be song?
Can Sions Psalms to Babels coasts belong?
O SION fair! and Gods elected seat,
(Where envi earst, but piti now may ground;)
Ierusalem! If thee I e're forget,
If in my ioys thow chiefest be not found:
Let parched tong to withĕring palat growe;
And skilful hand no more his science knowe.
BUT thow, ô Lord, whose right-esteeming ey
Ierusalems last traveils did behold;
Let Edoms malice never covĕred ly,
Which cruel mouths did strangely then unfold.
Their cursed cry record in heavĕnli ear;
Raze, raze hir clean; till loweëst stone appear.
AND Babel, thow, who Sions bane hast wrought;
Ne sacred Temple spar'dst with fire to burn;
Shalt see thy self to same destructiŏn brought:
And blessed they, who thee the like return.
Yea blessed they, who take thy cursed seed,
With dasht-out brains the crying stones to feed.

Psalm 139.

[Eternal Light; gainst whose al-seeing ey]

Psalm 141.

[To thee, ô Lord, to thee my humbled mynd]

Psalm 145.

[Great Lord, my God, and glorious King]

Psalm 146.

[My soule, with ioy thy self address]

Allelv-ia.

My soule, with ioy thy self address,
The mighti Lord, thy God to praize:
My tong his sacred name shal bless;
My hart towărd him I'le alway raize.
While life dooth last, the glorious King,
Yea whilĕst I am, his praise I'le sing.
NO Towĕrs of hopes on Princes raize.
What aid can mortal man perform?
Whose breath departs; and ended days
From dust derivĕd to dust return.
His thoughts and proiects dy withall:
Your towring hopes to ground doo fall.
BUT blessed they who chooze his name,
Whose hopes and helps with him abide,
Who heavĕns and earth and seas did frame,
And world of gests which there reside.
His thoughts no wavĕring can assail:
His woords are deeds, and never fail.
THEN thee our Lord and God we sing;
Thow Iacobs God stil blessed bee:
Who iustice to the wrong'd doost bring;
The hungri feed, the prisoner free.
Who blynd with ioious sight doost cheer;
And curbed lims doost upright rear.
THE iust he loves; the stranger gards;
He wido shields, and orphane guids:
But mischief dire iust wrath awards
To wretch who rightĕous way derides.
The Lord eternal King shal raign;
And Sions God ay so remain.