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Psalm 107.
[Ye woorthi mynds, in whom Gods gifts excell]
Ye woorthi mynds, in whom Gods gifts excell;
Whose persons walk on earth, high thoughts in heavĕns doo dwell;
Renoum our Lord, ring foorth his glorious name;
Whose goodnes no time fails, sweet mercies still the same.
Whose persons walk on earth, high thoughts in heavĕns doo dwell;
Renoum our Lord, ring foorth his glorious name;
Whose goodnes no time fails, sweet mercies still the same.
O BLAZE his acts, ye now at rest that stand,
From hostile powĕr redeemd, redeemd from strangers land:
Ye late dispersd, now gathered by his grace;
From East, from West, from North, yea from great Oceăns place.
In deserts wyld, through uncouth invious ways,
All tired, all forlorn, they wandred nights and days,
With fainting spĭrits, through thirst and hunger pin'd;
And no relief, no steps towărd cultivĕd place could fynd.
IN need extreme when lo to God they cry:
He gracious hears their mone: and help from heavĕn makes fly.
So strength renues; so straying feet directs
To peopled wals; and safe from perils all protects.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His mervĕilous woork to men with ioious tongs express.
Who thirsting soule with waters sweet refreshd;
The empti fild; and pace towărd longed home addresd.
From hostile powĕr redeemd, redeemd from strangers land:
Ye late dispersd, now gathered by his grace;
From East, from West, from North, yea from great Oceăns place.
In deserts wyld, through uncouth invious ways,
All tired, all forlorn, they wandred nights and days,
With fainting spĭrits, through thirst and hunger pin'd;
And no relief, no steps towărd cultivĕd place could fynd.
IN need extreme when lo to God they cry:
He gracious hears their mone: and help from heavĕn makes fly.
So strength renues; so straying feet directs
To peopled wals; and safe from perils all protects.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His mervĕilous woork to men with ioious tongs express.
Who thirsting soule with waters sweet refreshd;
The empti fild; and pace towărd longed home addresd.
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In darknes sad, in shade of grisli death,
With irŏn and anguish bound, who sighd their servile breath;
(Il-ruled mynds, that this and more deserv'd,
That Highests woord despysd, from Gods advise that swarv'd:)
When hart-burst clean, they grovĕling rold in pain;
Ne hope of better saw, nor place for worse remain:
With irŏn and anguish bound, who sighd their servile breath;
(Il-ruled mynds, that this and more deserv'd,
That Highests woord despysd, from Gods advise that swarv'd:)
When hart-burst clean, they grovĕling rold in pain;
Ne hope of better saw, nor place for worse remain:
IN need extreme to God their suit they bent;
Who pityĭng rueful plight, from heavĕn sweet comfort sent.
He darknes dire, grim shade of death dispels:
He cords from hands, from feet he fetters burst repels.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His wondrous act to men with ioious tongs express.
Who brazen gates made all to fragments flee:
Brake bars of irŏn, strong Lord, and prisŏners did enfree.
Who pityĭng rueful plight, from heavĕn sweet comfort sent.
He darknes dire, grim shade of death dispels:
He cords from hands, from feet he fetters burst repels.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His wondrous act to men with ioious tongs express.
Who brazen gates made all to fragments flee:
Brake bars of irŏn, strong Lord, and prisŏners did enfree.
UNGOVERND fools, transported by their lust
From vertuŏus ways to vice; when God severely iust,
Their wicked ioys afflicts, such sicnes sends,
That soule abhorring meat, at deaths pale door attends:
From vertuŏus ways to vice; when God severely iust,
Their wicked ioys afflicts, such sicnes sends,
That soule abhorring meat, at deaths pale door attends:
IN hour extreme to God then lo they cry;
Who gracious hears their grones, and ease from heavĕn bids hy.
Doun comĕth his woord, the perĭshing soule to save;
And hasting life retracts from neer approached grave.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His mercies great to men with ioious tongs express.
And clensd in hart, iust sacrifice of praise
Let grateful hands yield vp; renoum him all your days.
Who gracious hears their grones, and ease from heavĕn bids hy.
Doun comĕth his woord, the perĭshing soule to save;
And hasting life retracts from neer approached grave.
O thankful then to God his grace confess:
His mercies great to men with ioious tongs express.
And clensd in hart, iust sacrifice of praise
Let grateful hands yield vp; renoum him all your days.
TO Seas in ships, who (Arts chief woork) descend,
Adventrous harts, by trade penurious state to mend;
Or spatious lakes who pass; what wondrous sight,
Strange woorks of God in deep, their staring looks affright?
Lo strait his woord tempestuŏus wynd dooth rear;
And roughest frouns on seas late smiling face appear:
Anon towărd heavĕns on back of arched wave
They mount; dismount in trise towărd hels unloveli cave.
As drunk they reel; then melting harts gin fail;
Nought toil, nought careful coorse of Masters skil avail.
Adventrous harts, by trade penurious state to mend;
Or spatious lakes who pass; what wondrous sight,
Strange woorks of God in deep, their staring looks affright?
Lo strait his woord tempestuŏus wynd dooth rear;
And roughest frouns on seas late smiling face appear:
Anon towărd heavĕns on back of arched wave
They mount; dismount in trise towărd hels unloveli cave.
As drunk they reel; then melting harts gin fail;
Nought toil, nought careful coorse of Masters skil avail.
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IN case extreme when lo to God they cry:
Who gracious hears griev'd voice, and help from heavĕn bids hy.
Strait wynds repose; smooth hieu calmd seas regain:
Harts ioy; woorks cheer; til safe they long longd havĕn attain.
Then thankful ô to God his grace confess:
His merveils great to men with ioious tongs express.
And let Gods Church, let faithful people hear
Vowd praise: in senat grave his mercies rare endeer.
Who gracious hears griev'd voice, and help from heavĕn bids hy.
Strait wynds repose; smooth hieu calmd seas regain:
Harts ioy; woorks cheer; til safe they long longd havĕn attain.
Then thankful ô to God his grace confess:
His merveils great to men with ioious tongs express.
And let Gods Church, let faithful people hear
Vowd praise: in senat grave his mercies rare endeer.
HEE bubling springs chokes up with thirsti sand:
Yea rivers rich, accursd, dry desert makes to stand.
And fertile soil, in plague of owners sin,
To saltnes damns; whence fruit nor skil nor toil can win.
AGAIN his grace dry desert stores with pools:
Sends springs, and bare burnt earth with fruitful moisture cools.
There hungri soules their citti sets to place:
Who sowe their grains; plant vines; years sweet return embrace.
Abounding food then blest with restful peace;
To numbers huge themselves, their flocks and heards encrease.
Yea rivers rich, accursd, dry desert makes to stand.
And fertile soil, in plague of owners sin,
To saltnes damns; whence fruit nor skil nor toil can win.
AGAIN his grace dry desert stores with pools:
Sends springs, and bare burnt earth with fruitful moisture cools.
There hungri soules their citti sets to place:
Who sowe their grains; plant vines; years sweet return embrace.
Abounding food then blest with restful peace;
To numbers huge themselves, their flocks and heards encrease.
BUT harts puft up, soon spurning heavĕnli law,
(Ah fools,) in chains of sin enchained tortures draw.
Oppression foul, sad days, unthriving care;
Their ioyles mynds abase; their branching numbers bare.
He vyld contempt on woorthles Nobles pours;
And wayles wasts makes walk, chasĕd out from lordli towĕrs.
Yet godli poor, raizd up from pressing need,
As tree makes branch, as flock his branched race to breed.
THESE things the iust with reverend ioy shal see:
And wicked mynds and mouths appald and stopt shal bee.
Who then is wise, these sights to hart to lay?
Gods goodnes they shal learn; Gods praises they display.
(Ah fools,) in chains of sin enchained tortures draw.
Oppression foul, sad days, unthriving care;
Their ioyles mynds abase; their branching numbers bare.
He vyld contempt on woorthles Nobles pours;
And wayles wasts makes walk, chasĕd out from lordli towĕrs.
Yet godli poor, raizd up from pressing need,
As tree makes branch, as flock his branched race to breed.
THESE things the iust with reverend ioy shal see:
And wicked mynds and mouths appald and stopt shal bee.
Who then is wise, these sights to hart to lay?
Gods goodnes they shal learn; Gods praises they display.
| 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 | |