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Psalm 141.
[To thee, ô Lord, to thee my humbled mynd]
To thee, ô Lord, to thee my humbled mynd,
Hir humblest voice prezents: ô let me favour fynd:
And hast my God; let ear benign be lent,
To pitious cry, to suit, from grieffull hart upsent.
O let my praiĕr, perfumĕd with heavĕnli grace,
So stand, and sweetly smoke, before thy pleazed face;
As incense pure midst holiĕst altars fire;
And hands let stretcht, to thee like eevĕnings gift aspire.
MY speach so, Lord, my thoughts, and deeds compoze,
That nothing thee offend. A watch assign, to cloze
My mouth on woords unmeet; the gate to heed,
That two-leafd gate of lips, whence life and death proceed.
Retire my hart from poizŏned baits of sin:
Renforce my mynd, that no provokements mee may win,
Untrue to thee, with men that mischief breed
To ioin; their coorse to run; on dainties their to feed.
LET iust mans zele me yea severely beat;
I kyndnes shall it deem: let his religious heat
Reproove my life; as precious balm, my head,
Not break, it shall perfume: And thankful hart imbred,
When change of times with sorroes him may press,
For comfort his to thee shal fervent suit address.
Hir humblest voice prezents: ô let me favour fynd:
And hast my God; let ear benign be lent,
To pitious cry, to suit, from grieffull hart upsent.
O let my praiĕr, perfumĕd with heavĕnli grace,
So stand, and sweetly smoke, before thy pleazed face;
As incense pure midst holiĕst altars fire;
And hands let stretcht, to thee like eevĕnings gift aspire.
MY speach so, Lord, my thoughts, and deeds compoze,
That nothing thee offend. A watch assign, to cloze
My mouth on woords unmeet; the gate to heed,
That two-leafd gate of lips, whence life and death proceed.
Retire my hart from poizŏned baits of sin:
Renforce my mynd, that no provokements mee may win,
Untrue to thee, with men that mischief breed
To ioin; their coorse to run; on dainties their to feed.
LET iust mans zele me yea severely beat;
I kyndnes shall it deem: let his religious heat
Reproove my life; as precious balm, my head,
Not break, it shall perfume: And thankful hart imbred,
When change of times with sorroes him may press,
For comfort his to thee shal fervent suit address.
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NOW these mens Iudges, who with chozen bands
My harmles life pursue; withdrawn, were left in hands
Of horrent rock: where terrour none from mee,
But pleazing woords they heard, from dout their soules to free.
BUT not they so requite. When wee again
Into their claws are light, nought cruel they refrain.
But as in woods, when stateli trees to ground
Are hewĕd; the chips, and stics ly sparst on all sides round:
So bones of men, devoured by their ire,
At graves sad mouth ly strawd, and earths first womb dezire.
NOW then, ô Lord, myn eys since look to thee;
In thee I trust alone; and succour none else see;
My God, my Lord; ô not my suit reiect;
Nor bare my soule of shield that sole can it protect.
My chased life from snaring net withdraw;
Which men who love their lusts, not love thy sacred law,
For it have pitcht: destroy deceiptful grin,
Which men compact of fraud have set t'entrap me in.
AND thow iust Iudge, whose ey our mortal ways
With right esteem beholds; and snare with snare repays;
Let impious heads owne tangling nets infold:
While I with myn break through, of thee who safeti hold.
My harmles life pursue; withdrawn, were left in hands
Of horrent rock: where terrour none from mee,
But pleazing woords they heard, from dout their soules to free.
BUT not they so requite. When wee again
Into their claws are light, nought cruel they refrain.
But as in woods, when stateli trees to ground
Are hewĕd; the chips, and stics ly sparst on all sides round:
So bones of men, devoured by their ire,
At graves sad mouth ly strawd, and earths first womb dezire.
NOW then, ô Lord, myn eys since look to thee;
In thee I trust alone; and succour none else see;
My God, my Lord; ô not my suit reiect;
Nor bare my soule of shield that sole can it protect.
My chased life from snaring net withdraw;
Which men who love their lusts, not love thy sacred law,
For it have pitcht: destroy deceiptful grin,
Which men compact of fraud have set t'entrap me in.
AND thow iust Iudge, whose ey our mortal ways
With right esteem beholds; and snare with snare repays;
Let impious heads owne tangling nets infold:
While I with myn break through, of thee who safeti hold.
| 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 | |