Psa. 22.
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To the cheef Musitian vpon Aijleth Shahal. A
Psalm of David. It is a prophecie of Christ his passion,
vnfolding diverspassages thereof, & mētioning also the calling
of the Gentiles, &c. It may be sung to commemorate
the Passion, & some other misteries of our Redemption, &c.
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Why hast thou, oh my God, my God.
Why hast thou me forgone?
Why, nearer is not thy abode;
To hear & help my mone?
Vnheard of thee, I cry whole daies;
Whole nights the same I doe;
Yet, thou art Isr'els cheefest praise,
And, thou art holy to.
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Our fathers did on thee depend,
And, thou didst them secure:
They cride, & thou didst them defend;
Their faith did them assure.
But, I, pore worme, an Abiect am,
No man, but one forlorne:
The people make of me their game,
Their proverb, & their scorne.
3
When me they vewe, their heads they nod,
Make mouths, & jeering, say;
God was his hope, now then, if God
Him loves, him save he may.
But, thou didst gard me in the wombe,
Thou didst convay me thence:
At nurse, my hope thou didst become,
And, keptst me eversince.
4
Er'e-since my birth, my God thou art;
My trust is all in thee:
Oh! do not far fro me depart,
For, perills compasse mee.
Strong Bulls (ev'n herds of Bashan race)
Beset me round about:
They stand wide-gaping in my face;
Like Lions, roaring-out.
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Like water, I am pour'de aside;
My bones are strain'd apart:
E'vn potsherd-like, my strength is dride;
Like wax, dissolues my hart.
Vnto my Iawes, my tongue is glew'd;
For, thou didst me confound.
With cruel doggs I am persu'de;
By Sinners, closed round.
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My hands & feet, they nailed fast:
My bones apparant were:
Vpon my vesture, lots they cast,
My garments they did share.
Thine ayde, therfore, no more delay,
But, Lord my strength, draw near,
Cause not the sword, my soul to slay,
Nor doggs to rend my dear.
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Me, from the mouthes of Lions, garde,
As I, in former daies,
From hornes of vnicornes was heard:
So, I will sing thy praise.
Thy fame, I'le in thy church record,
My brethren being there.
Oh! praise him yee that fear the Lord,
And Jacobs ofspring are.
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Him, oh yee seed of Isr'el, fear;
For, he doth nor despize
Afflicted soules, nor stop his eare,
Nor turne from them his eyes.
But, when thy crie, their cries are heard;
For which, his praise I sing:
And, in great throngs, where God is feard,
My vowes to him I'le bring.
9
The meek shal feed till they are full,
And praise the Lord therfore.
All yee, who seek him in your soul,
Shal live for evermore.
The worlds far ends, to minde shall call
Their dutie to the Lord:
And, he of heathen kingdomes, all,
Shall see him self ador'de.
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For, his the kingdome is, indeed,
All nations, ruleth he.
Earths fatlings on his bread shal feed,
And, thanckful they shalbe.
Yea, they shall all before him bowe
Whose lodging is the grave,
For, none but he hath powre enough,
The soul from death to save.
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A seed, whome he shall count his owne,
Shal then, to God returne;
And, make his Acts of Justice known
To people yet vnborn.
