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That man is truely blest, who never strayes
By false advice, nor walks in Sinners wayes;
Nor sits infected with their scornefull pride,
VVho God contemne, and Pietie deride.

But wholly fixeth his sincere delight
On heavenly Lawes; those studies day and night.
He shall be like a Tree that spreads his root
By living streames, producing timely fruit:
His leafe shall never fall: the Lord shall blesse
All his indeavours with desir'd successe.

Men lost in Sinne unlike rewards shall find,
Disperst like chaffe before the furious wind:
Their guilt shall not that horrid Day indure,
Nor they approach th'Assemblies of the Pure:
For God approves those wayes the Righteous tread;
But sinfull Paths to sure destruction leade.

Psalme. II.

[How are the Gentiles all on fire!]

How are the Gentiles all on fire!
Why rage they with vaine menacings;
Earths haughtie Potentates and Kings,
'Gainst God against his Christ conspire:
Breake we, say they, their servile bands,
And cast their cords from our free hands.

But God from his cœlestiall Throne
Shall laugh, and their attempts deride;
Then high incenst, thus checke their pride;
(His Wrath in their confusion showne)
Loe, I my King have crown'd, and will
Inthrone on Sions sacred Hill.

That great Decree I shall declare:
For thus I heard Iehovah say;
Thou art my Sonne begot this day:
Request, and I will grant thy praier;

Subject all Nations to thy Throne;
And make the Sea-bound Earth thine owne.

Thou shalt an Iron Scepter sway,
Like earthen vessels breake their bones.
Be wise, O you who sit on Thrones;
And Iudges grave advice obey:
With joyfull Feare O serve the Lord;
With trembling Joy embrace his Word.

In due of Homage kisse the Sonne,
Lest He his wrathfull lookes display;
And so you perish in the way,
His anger newly but begunne:
Then blessed onely are the Just,
Who on th'Anointed fixe their trust.

Psalme III.

[My God, how are my foes increast!]

My God, how are my foes increast!
What multitudes against me rise!
Who say, Give we his Soule no rest;
Whom God forsakes, and Men despise.

But thou art my Support, my Tower,
My Safetie, my choise Ornament.
Before thy Throne my Prayers I powre,
Heard from thy Sions high ascent.
No feares affright my soft repose;
Thou my Night-watch, my Guard by day:
Not Myriads of armed Foes,

Nor Treasons secret hands dismay.
Arise; ô vindicate my Cause!
My Foes, whom wicked Hate provoke,
Thou, Lord, hast smit their cancred jawes,
And all their teeth asunder broke.
Thou Lord, the onely Hope of those,
Who thee with holy Zeale adore;
Whose all-protecting Armes inclose
Their Safetie, who thy Aid implore.

Psalme IV.

[Thou Guardian of my truth and me]

Thou Guardian of my truth and me,
That from these straits hast set me free,
O heare my prayer!
Be I thy care;
For mercie lives in thee.

You sonnes of men, how long will you
Eclipse my glory, and pursue
Lov'd vanities;
Delight in lies,
To Man, to God untrue?

Know, God my innocence hath blest,
And will with soveraigntie invest:
His gentle eare
Prepar'd to heare
My never vaine request.

Sinne not, but feare; surcease, and try
Your hearts, as on your beds you lie:

Pure gifts present
With pure intent,
And place your hopes on high.

But earthly Mindes false wealth admire,
And toyle with uncontrol'd desire.
With cleare aspect
Thy beames reflect,
And heavenly thoughts inspire.

O let my joy, exempt from feares,
Their joyes transcend, when Autumne beares
His pleasant wines
On clustred vines,
And graine-replenisht eares.

Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep
In heavenly Deaw my senses steep;
Whom thy large wings,
O King of Kings,
In shades of safety keep.

Psalme V.

[To heare me, Lord, be thou inclin'd]

To heare me, Lord, be thou inclin'd;
My thoughts O ponder in thy minde:
And let my cryes acceptance finde.

Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice:
To thee, before the Day-star rise,
My prayers ascend, with stedfast eyes.

Thou lov'st no vice; none dwells with thee;
Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see;
All sinne-defil'd detested bee.

Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate;
Who thirst for blood, and weave deceit,
Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate.

I to thy Temple will repayre,
Since infinite thy Mercies are;
And thee adore with Feare and Praier.

My God, conduct me by thy Grace;
For many have my Soule in chase.
Set thy strait Paths before my face.

False are their tongues, their hearts are hollow,
Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow;
Fawne, and betray even those they follow.

With vengeance girt these Rebels round;
In their owne counsels them confound;
Since their Transgressions thus abound.

Joy they with an exalted voice,
That trust in thee, who guard'st thy Choice:
Let those who love thy Name rejoyce.

Thy blessings shall in showers descend;
Thy favour as a shield defend
All those, who Righteousnesse intend.

Psalme VI.

[Lord, thy deserved Wrath asswage]

Lord, thy deserved Wrath asswage;

As the 3.

Nor punish in thy burning Ire;
Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage,
Before my fainting life expire.
O heale! my bones with anguish ake;
My pensive heart with sorrow worne.
How long wilt thou my soule forsake!
O pitie, and at length returne!
O let thy Mercies comfort me,
And thy afflicted Servant save!
Who will in death remember thee?
Or praise thee in the silent Grave?

Vext by insulting enemies,
My groanes disturbe the peacefull Night;
My bed washt with my streaming eyes:
Through griefe growne old, and dim of sight.
All you of wicked life depart;
The Lord my God hath heard my cry:
He will recure my wounded heart,
And turne my teares to tides of joy.
Who hate me, let dishonour wound,
Let feare their guiltie soules affright;
With shame their haughtie lookes confound,
And let them vanish from my sight.

Psalme VII.

[O thou that art my Confidence]

[Part 1.]

O thou that art my Confidence,
And strong Defence;
From those who my sad fall intend,
Great God, defend.
Lest Lion-like, if none controule,
They teare my persecuted Soule.

If I am guiltie; if there be
Deceit in me;
If ill I ever to my friend
Did but intend;

Or rather have not succour'd those,
Who were my undeserved foes:

Let them my stained Soule pursue,
With hate subdue;
Let their proud feet in Triumph tread
Upon my head:
My life out of her mansion thrust,
And lay my Honour in the dust.

Against my dreadfull Enemies,
Great God, arise.
Just Judge, thy sleeping Wrath awake,
And vengeance take:
Then all shall Thee adore alone.
O King of Kings ascend thy Throne!

Part. 2.

Judge thou my foes; as I am free,
So judge thou me:
Declare thou my integritie;
For thou do'st trie
The heart and reines: the Just defend;
The malice of the Wicked end.

God is my shield; he helpe imparts
To sincere hearts;
The good protects; but menaceth
The bad with death;
Nor will, unlesse they change, relent:
He whets his sword, his bow is bent.

Dire instruments prepared hath
Of deadly wrath:
And will at those, who persecute,
swift arrowes shoot:
Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd; now great
With Mischiefe, travell; hatch Deceit.

Who digg'd a pit, first fell therein,
Caught by his sinne;
On his owne head his outrage shall
Like ruines fall.
But I, O thou eternall King,
VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing.

Psalme. VIII.

[Lord, how illustrious is thy Name!]

Lord, how illustrious is thy Name!
VVhose Power both Heav'n & Earth proclame!
Thy Glory thou hast set on high,
Above the Marble-arched Skie.

The wonders of thy Power thou hast
In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't:
That so thou might'st thy foes confound,
And who in malice most abound.
When I pure Heaven, thy fabricke, see,
The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee;
O what is Man, or his fraile Race,
That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace!
Next to thy Angels most renown'd;
With Majestie and Glory crown'd:
The King of all thy Creatures made;
That all beneath his feet hast laid:
All that on Dales or Mountaines feed,
That shady Woods or Deserts breed;
What in the aierie Region glide,
Or through the rowling Ocean slide.
Lord, how illustrious is thy Name!
Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame.

Psalme IX.

[Thee will I praise with Heart and Voice]

[Part 1.]

Thee will I praise with Heart and Voice,
Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound:
In thee, O Lord, will I rejoyce;
Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd.

My Foes fell by inglorious flight,
Before thy terrible Aspect:
Thy powerfull Hands support my Right;
Thou Judgement justly dost direct.
The proud are falne, the Heathen flie;
Oblivion shall their names intombe:
Destruction, O thou Enemie,
Hath now receiv'd a finall doome.
Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd;
Their memorie with them decayes:
But God for ever shall abide,
And high his Throne of Justice raise.
A righteous Scepter shall extend;
And Judgement distribute to all:
He will oppressed Soules defend,
That in the time of Trouble call.
Who know thy Name in thee will trust;

Part. 2.

Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne.
Praise Sions King, O praise the Just,
And make his noble Actions knowne.
Bloud scapes not his revenging hand;
He vindicates the Poore mans Cause.
Lord, my insulting Foes withstand,
And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes;
That I may in the Royall Gate
Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice;
Thy ample Praises celebrate,

And in thy saving health rejoyce.
They (falne into the Pit they made)
Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd.
The Lord his Judgements hath displayd:
The Wicked in their workes insnar'd:
The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke,
And all that doe the Lord disdaine.
But God will on the Needy thinke;
Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine.
Lord, let not Man prevaile; arise;
Th'Insulting Heathen judge: O then
Let trembling Feare their heart surprize;
That they may know they are but Men.

Psalme X.

[VVithdraw not, O my God, my guid]

[Part 1.]

VVithdraw not, O my God, my guid:
In time of trouble dost thou hide
Thy cheerfull face?
Who want thy Grace,
The poore pursue with cruell pride:
O be they by their owne
Inventions overthrowne.

The wicked boast of their successe;
The covetous profanely blesse,
By thee, O Lord,
So much abhorr'd.

Their pride will not thy power confesse;
Nor have thy favour sought,
Or had of thee a thought.

They in oppression take delight;
Thy Judgements farre above their sight:
Their enemies
Scoffe and despise:
Who say in heart, No opposite
Can us remove, nor shall
Our greatnesse ever fall.

Their mouths detested curses fill;
Fraud, mischiefe; ever prone to ill:
In secret they
Lurke to betray;
The Innocent in corners kill:
His eyes with fierce intent
Upon the poore are bent.

Part. 2.

He like a Lion in his den,
Awaits to catch oppressed men,
Who unaware
Light in his snare.
His couched limbs contracts, that then
with all his strength he may
Rush on his wretched prey.

His heart hath said, God hath forgot;
He hides his face, he mindes it not.
Arise, O Lord,
Draw thy just sword;
Nor out of thy remembrance blot
The poore and desolate:
O shield them from his hate!

Why should the wicked God despise,
And say he lookes with carelesse eyes?
Their well seene spight
Thou shalt requite.
The poore, O Lord, on Thee relies;
Thou help'st the fatherlesse,
Whom cruell men oppresse.

Asunder breake the armes of those,
VVho ill affect, and good oppose:

Their crimes explore,
Untill no more
Lurke in their bosomes to disclose:
Eternall King, thy Hand
Hath chac'd them from thy Land.

Lord, thou hast heard thy Servants prayer;
Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare:
Thy gracious Eare
Inclin'd to heare.
The Fatherlesse, and worne with care
Judge thou; that Mortalls may
No more with outrage sway.

Psalme XI.

[My God, on Thee my hopes relie]

My God, on Thee my hopes relie:

As the 9.

VVhy say they to my troubled Soule,
Arise, up to your Mountaine flie;
Flie quickely, like a chaced Foule?
For loe, the wicked bend their bowes,
Their arrowes fitt with secret Art;
That closely they may shoot at those,
VVho are upright and pure in heart.
If their foundation be destroy'd,
VVhat can the Righteous build upon?
God in his Temple doth abide;
Heaven is the great Jehovah's Throne.
His Eyes behold, his Eye-lids trie
The Sonnes of men; allowes the best:
But such as joy in crueltie
The Lord doth from his Soule detest.
Snares, horrid Tempest, Brimstone, Fire
(Their portion) on their heads shall light:
Th'intirely Just affects th'Intire;
For ever precious in his sight.

Psalme XII.

[Helpe Lord, for Godly men decay]

Helpe Lord, for Godly men decay;
From Mortalls Faith, enforced, flies:

And with their sins Companions they,
Talke of affected Vanities:
Their flattering Tongues abound with Lies;
Their double Hearts bent to betray.

God shall those flattering Lips confound,
And Tongues which swell with proud Disdaine:
Whose boastings arrogantly sound;
Our Tongues the conquest shall obtaine;
They are our owne, who shall restraine?
Or to our Wills prescribe a bound?

But for th'Oppression of the Poore,
And VVretches sighes which pierce the Skies,
VVho pitie at his Throne implore,
The Lord hath said, I will arise,
And from their Foes, who them despise,
Deliver all that me adore.

Gods VVord is pure; as pure as Gold
In melting Furnace seven times try'd:
His Armes for ever shall infold
All those, who in his truth abide.
The wicked range on every side,
VVhen vitious men the Scepter hold.

Psalme. XIII.

[How long! Lord, let me not]

How long! Lord, let me not
For ever be forgot!
How long my God, wilt thou
Contract thy clouded brow!
How long in mind perplext
Shall I be daily vext!

How long shall he controll,
Who persecutes my soule!
Consider, heare my cries;
Illuminate mine eyes;
Lest with exhausted breath
I ever sleepe in Death;
Lest my insulting Foe
Boast in my overthrow;
And those who would destroy,
In my subversion joy.
But I, Thou ever Just,
Will in thy Mercie trust;
And in thy saving Grace
My constant Comfort place:
My Songs shall sing thy Praise,
That hast prolong'd my Dayes.

Psalme XIIII.

[The foole hath said in his false heart]

The foole hath said in his false heart;
God cares not what to Man succeeds.
Abominable are their deeds;
All Ill affect, from Good depart.

Jehovah Mans rebellious Race
Beheld from his celestiall Throne;
To see if there were any one
That understood, or sought his Face.

All from forsaken Truth are flowne;
Corrupt in Bodie, such in Soule,
Defil'd within, without as foule;
None Good indeavours, no, not One.

Are all, that worke Iniquitie,
By Ignorance so blindly led?
My People they devoure like Bread;
Nor call on him who sits on high.

Their Consciences with terrour quake;
Since God doth with the Just abide:
For Poore mens Counsels they deride,
VVho him for their Protection take.

O that unto thy Israel
Salvation might from Sion Spring!

When God shall us from Bondage bring,
No joy shall Jacobs joy excell.

Psalme. XV.

[VVho shall in thy Tent abide?]

VVho shall in thy Tent abide?
On thy Holy Hill reside?
He that's Just and Innocent;
Tells the truth of his intent;

Slanders none with venom'd Tongue;
Feares to doe his Neighbour wrong;
Fosters not base Infamies;
Vice beholds with scornefull Eyes;
Honours those who feare the Lord;
Keepes; though to his losse, his Word;
Takes no Bribes for wicked ends,
Nor to Use his Money lends:
Who by these directions guide
Their pure steps, shall never slide.

Psalme XVI.

[Preserve me, my undoubted Aid]

Preserve me, my undoubted Aid:

As the 8.

To whom, thou, O my Soule, hast said,
Thou art my God; no good in me,
Nor Merit can extend to Thee;
But to thy blessed Saints that dwell

On Earth, whose Graces most excell:
Those ravish me with pure delight.
Their sorrowes shall be infinite,
Who other Gods with gifts adore:
Their bloudie Offerings I abhorre;
Nor shall their Names my Lips profane.
But God my Lot will still maintaine:
He is my Portion, he bestowes
The Cup, that with his Bountie flowes.
I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd,
A faire and large Possession gain'd.
The Lord will I for ever praise,
Whose Counsels have inform'd my VVayes:
And my inflamed Zeale excite
To serve him in the silent Night.
He is my Object; by his Hand
Confirm'd, immoveable I stand.
Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest:
My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest.
Thou wilt not leave my Soule alone
In Hell; nor let thy Holy One
Corruption see: but that High-way
To Everlasting Life display.
Thy Presence yeelds intire delight:
At thy Right hand Joyes infinite.

Psalme XVII.

[Lord, grant my just Request; O heare my crie]

[Part 1.]

Lord, grant my just Request; O heare my crie,

As the 31.

And Pray'rs that lips, untoucht with guile, unfold!
My Cause before thy High Tribunall try,
And let thine Eyes my Righteousnesse behold.

Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recesse,
Like mettall try'st me, yet no Drosse hast found:
I am resolv'd, my Tongue shall not transgresse;
But on thy Word will all my Actions ground.

So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants flie:
O, lest I slip, direct my Steps by Thine!
I Thee invoke; for thou wilt heare my Crie:
Thine Eare to my afflicted Voice incline.

O shew thy wondrous Love! Thou from their Foes
Preservest all that on thy Ayd depend.
Lord, as the Apple of the Eye inclose,
And over me thy shadie Wings extend.

Part 2.

For Impious men, and such as deadly hate
My guiltlesse Soule, have compast me about;
Who swell with Pride, inclos'd with their owne fat,
And words of contumely thunder out.

Our traced steps intrap as in a Toile;
Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes;
Like famisht Lions eager of their Spoile,
Or Lions Whelpes; close lurking to surprise.

Arise! prevent him, from his Glory hurl'd;
My pensive Soule, from the Devourer save:
From Men which are thy scourge, Men of the World,
VVho in this Life alone their Portion have.

Fill'd with thy secret Treasure, to their Race!
They their accumulated Riches leave:
But I with Righteousnesse shall see thy Face;
And rising, in thy Image, joy receive.

Psalme XVIII.

[My Heart on Thee is fix'd, my Strength, my Power]

[Part 1.]

My Heart on Thee is fix'd, my Strength, my Power,

As the 72.

My stedfast Rocke, my Fortresse, my high Tower,
My God, my Safetie, and my Confidence,
The Horne of my Salvation, my Defence.
My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound:
For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound.
Sorrowes of Death on everie side assail'd,
And dreadfull flouds of Impious Men prevail'd:
Sorrowes of Hell my compast Soule dismayd;
And to intrap me, deadly Snares were layd.
In this Distresse I cry'd, and call'd upon
The Lord, who heard me from his Holy Throne.
He trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strooke;
Th'unfixed roots of aierie Mountaines shooke;
Smoke from his Nostrils flew; devouring Fire
Brake from his Mouth; Coles kindled by his Ire.
In his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet,
And gloomy Darkenesse roll'd beneath his Feet,
A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid,
And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid.

Part 2.

He Darknesse made his secret Cabinet;
Thicke Fogs, and dropping Clouds about him set:
The Beames of his bright Presence these expell;

VVhence showres of burning Coles and Hailestones fell.
From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake;
In Haile and darting Flames th'Almightie spake:
VVhose Arrowes my amazed Foes subdue;
And at their scatred Troups his Lightning threw.
The Ocean could not his deepe Botome hide;
The Worlds conceal'd Foundations were descri'd
At thy rebuke, Jehovah; at the blast
Even of the breath which through thy nostrils past.
He with extended armes his Servant saves,
And drew me sinking from th'inraged waves:
From my proud foes by his assistance freed,
VVho swolne with hate, no lesse in strength exceed.
VVithout his aid, I in that stormie Day
Of my affliction, had become their prey:
VVho from those straits of danger by his Might
Enlarg'd my Soule; for I was his delight.

Part 3.

The Lord according to my innocence,
And Justice, did his saving grace dispence.
The narrow Path by him prescrib'd, I tooke;
Nor like the wicked, my Great God forsooke.
For all his Judgements were before mine eyes;
I with his statutes daily did advise,
And ever walkt before him, void of guile:
No act or purpose did my soule defile.
For this he recompenc'd my righteousnesse
And crown'd my innocence with faire successe.
The Mercifull shall flourish in thy Grace;
Thy Righteousnesse the Righteous shall embrace:
Thou to the Pure thy purity wilt show;
And the perverse shall thy aversenesse know.
For thou wilt thy afflicted People save;
The proud cast down, downe to the greedy grave.
Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright,
And cleare my darkenesse with celestiall Light.
Through Thee I have against an Host prevail'd;
And by thy aid a loftie Bulwarke scal'd.

Part. 4.

Gods path is perfect, all his words are just;
A shield to those that in his promise trust.
What God is there in Heaven or Earth but ours!
What Rocke but He against assailing Powers!
He breath'd new strength and courage in the day
Of Battell, and securely cleer'd my way.
He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hinde,
Up to the Mountaines, where I safetie finde.
'Tis he that teacheth my weake hands to fight:

A Bow of steele is broken by their might.
Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set;
Thy Arme upheld, thy Favour made me great.
The passage of my steps on every side,
Thou hast inlarged, left my feet should slide.
I followed, overtooke; nor made retreat,
Untill victorious in my Foes defeat;
So charg'd with wounds, that they no longer stood;
But at my feet lay bathed in their blood.
Thou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude,
And all that rose against me hast subdu'd:
Their stubborne necks subjected to my Will,
That I their bloud, who hate my Soule, might spill.
They cry'd aloud; but found no succour neere:
To thee, Jehovah; but thou would'st not heare.

Part. 5.

I pounded them like dust, which Whirle-winds raise:
Trod under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes.
From Popular Furie thou hast set me free;
Among the Heathen hast exalted me;
Whom unknowne Nations serve: as soone obey
As heare of me; and yeeld unto my sway.
The Stranger-borne, beset with horror, fled;
And in their close Retreats betray their dread.
O praise the living Lord, the Rocke whereon
I build; the God of my Salvation!
'Tis he who rights my wrongs; the People bends
To my Subjection; from my Foe defends.
Thou raisest me above their proud controule;
And from the violent Man hast freed my Soule.
The Heathen shall admire my Thankefulnesse:
My Songs shall thy immortall Praise expresse.
A great and manifold Deliverance
God gives his King: his mercie doth advance
In his Anointed; and will showre his grace
Eternally on David and his Race.

Psalme. XIX.

[Gods glory the vast Heavens proclame]

[Part 1.]

Gods glory the vast Heavens proclame;

As the 8.

The Firmament, his mightie Frame.
Day unto Day, and Night to Night
The wonders of his Workes recite.
To these nor speech nor words belong,
Yet understood without a Tongue.
The Globe of Earth they compasse round;
Through all the world disperse their sound.

There is the Sunnes Pavillion set;
Who from his Rosie Cabinet
Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face;
And as a Giant runnes his race.
He riseth in the dawning East,
And glides obliquely to the West:
The World with his bright Raies repleat;
All Creatures cherisht by his heat.
Gods Lawes are perfect, and restore
The Soule to life, even dead before.
His Testimonies, firmely true,
With Wisedome simple men indue.

Part 2.

The Lords Commandments are upright,
And Feast the Soule with sweet delight.
His Precepts are all Puritie,
Such as illuminate the Eye,
The feare of God, soil'd with no staine,
Shall everlastingly remaine.
Jehovah's Judgements are Divine;
With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne:
Which men should more then Gold desire,
Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire:
More sweet then Honey of the Hive,
Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive.
Thy Servant is inform'd from thence:
They, their Observers recompense.
Who knowes what his Offences be?
From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me!
And from presumptuous Crimes restraine;
Nor let them in thy Servant reigne:
So shall I live in Innocence,
Not spotted with that great Offence.
My Fortresse, my Deliverer;
O let the Prayers my Lips preferre,
And Thoughts which from my heart arise,
be acceptable in thine Eyes.

Psalme XX.

As the 7.

The Lord in thy Adversitie
Regard thy crie;
Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme,
And shield from harme:
Helpe from his Sanctuarie send,
And out of Sion thee defend.

Thy Odors, which pure flames consume,
Be his Perfume.
May he accept thy Sacrifice,
Fir'd from the Skies.
For ever thy indeavours blesse;
And crowne thy Counsels with successe.

We will of thy Deliverance sing,
Triumphant King:
Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day
VVith Joy display;
Even in the Name of God. O still
May he thy just Desires fulfill!

Now know I his Anointed He
VVill heare, and free;
VVith saving Hand and Mightie Power,
From his high Tower.
These trust in Horse; in Chariots those;
Our trust we in our God repose.

Their wounded limbs with anguish bend,
To Death descend:
But we in fervour of the fight
Have stood upright.
O save us, Lord; thy Suppliants heare:
And in our aid, Great King, appeare.

Psalme XXI.

[Lord, in thy Salvation]

Lord, in thy Salvation,

As the 15.

In the Strength which thou hast showne,
Greatly shall the King rejoyce.
How will Joy exalt his Voyce!
Thou hast granted his request;
Of his Hearts desire possest;
Blest with Blessings manifold;
Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold.
Praid-for Life thou granted hast;
Length of Dayes which never waste;
By thy Safe-guard glorious made;
VVith high Majestie array'd:
Of resistlesse Pow'r possest;
By thy favours ever blest.
Lo! his Joyes are infinite;
Joy reflected from thy sight:

For the King in God did trust.
Through the Mercie of the Just.
He shall ever fixed stand.
For thy Hand, thy owne right Hand,
Shall thy Enemies destroy,
Who would in thy ruine joy.
When thy Anger shall awake,
Them a flaming Furnace make.
God shall swallow in his Ire,
And devoure them all with fire.
From the Earth destroy their Fruit;
Never let their Seed take root.
Mischievous was their intent;
All their Thoughts against me bent;
Thoughts which nothing could performe.
Let thy Arrowes, like a Storme,
Put them to inglorious flight;
On their daunted faces light.
Lord, aloft thy Triumphs raise,
While we sing thy Power and Praise.

Psalme XXII.

[My God! ô why hast thou forsooke!]

[Part 1.]

My God! ô why hast thou forsooke!
Why, ô so far, withdrawne thine Aid!
Nor when I roared, pity tooke!
My God, by day to Thee I pray'd,
And when Nights Curtaines were displaid:
Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke.

Yet thou art holy; thron'd on high;
The Israelites thy Praise resound.
Our Fathers did on thee relye;
Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd:
They sought, and thy Deliverance found;
They trusted, and thy Truth did trie.

But I, a worme, no man, am made
The scorne of men; despis'd by all:
Who shake their Heads, make mouths, upbraid.
Let God, say they, redeeme from thrall,
On whom thy Hopes so vainely call:
Now let him his Beloved aid.

Thou drew'st me from the wombe; by Thee
Confirmed at my Mothers breast:
When borne, Thou took'st the charge of me;
Even from my Birth, my God profest.
O succour me with feare distrest!
Thou canst alone thy Servant free.

Part 2.

Incensed Bulls about me stare;
Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round:
Who their inflamed mouths prepare,
Like ravenous Lions, to confound.
I'm spilt like water on the ground;
And all my Bones disjointed are.

My Heart like Wax within me thawes;
My vigour as a Pot-sheard dry'd:
My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes;
In dust of Death thou do'st me hide:
Dogs compasse me on every side;
And multitudes, who hate thy Lawes.

My hands and Feet transfixed are;
Bones, to be told, with anguish waste:
This seene with joy, my robes they share;
Lots on my seamlesse garment cast.
My Strength, to my redemption haste!
Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier!

Let not the Sword thy Servant wound;
My Dearling from the Dog protect:
From Lions that in rage abound;
From Unicornes guard thy Elect.

I then my Brethren will direct;
Among the Saints thy Praise resound.

Part 3.

O praise him you who feare the Lord;
You Sons of Jacob, God adore:
Let Israels Seed his praise record;
For from their cryes who helpe implore,
His Face he hides not, nor the Poore
In their Affliction hath abhorr'd.

I in the great Assembly shall
Declare his Works, which words exceed;
And pay my Vowes before them all.
The Meeke abundantly shall feed;
The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need,
Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall.

All who behold the Suns Vp-rise,
Shall God professe, and serve alone:
And all the Heathen Families
Shall cast themselves before his Throne;
Because the Kingdome is his owne:
For over all his Empire lies.

Who in prosperity abound,
Nor undeserved Honours gaine;
VVho poorely creepe upon the ground,
And scarce their needy lives susteine;
Shall eat, and to his easie reigne
Submit, with joyes eternall crown'd.

Their sanctifi'd Posteritie
Shall ever celebrate his Name;
Adopted Sons of the most High:
They shall his Righteousnesse proclame,
And Works of everlasting fame,
To their believing Progeny.

Psalme XXIII.

As the 8.

The Lord my Shepheard, me his Sheepe
Will from consuming Famine keepe.
He fosters me in fragrant Meads,
By softly-sliding waters leads;
My Soule refresht with pleasant juice:
And lest they should his Name traduce,

Then when I wander in the Maze
Of tempting Sinne, informes my wayes.
No terrour can my courage quaile,
Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale;
By thy Protection fortifi'd:
Thy Staffe my Stay, thy Rod my Guide.
My Table thou hast furnished;
Powr'd pretious Odors on my head:
My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine,
VVhile all my Foes with envy pine.
Thy Mercy and Beneficence
Shall ever joyne in my Defence;
Who in thy House will sacrifice,
Till aged Time close up mine eyes.

Psalme XXIV.

[The round and many-peopled Earth]

The round and many-peopled Earth,

As the 8.

What from her wombe extract their birth,
And whom her foodfull brest sustaines,
Are his, who high in glory raignes.
The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd,
By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd.
Who shall upon his Mountaine rest?
Who in his Sanctuary feast?
Even he, whose hands are innocent;
His heart unsoil'd with foule intent;
Whom swoln Ambition, Avarice,
Nor tempting Pleasures can intice:
VVho only their infection feares;
And never fraudulently sweares:
The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse,
And cloth him with his Righteousnesse.
Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race,
Who seeke him, and shall find his Face.
You lofty Gates, your Leaves display;
You everlasting Doores, give way;
The King of Glory comes. O sing
His Praise! Who is this glorious King?
The Lord in Strength, in Power compleat;
The Lord in battaile more then great.
You lofty Gates, your Leaves display;
You everlasting Doores give way;
The King of Glory comes. O sing
His praise! Who is this glorious King?
The Lord of Hosts, of Victory,
Is King of glory; thron'd on high.

Psalme. XXV.

As the 2.

[Part 1.]

On Thee with Confidence I call,
To thee my troubled Soule erect:
Lord, let not Same my looke deject,
Nor Malice triumph in my fall.
Thy Servants save; but those confound,
Who Innocence with slander wound.

In thy disclosed paths direct;
Thy Truth, that leading Starre, display:
O my Redeemer! every day
My dangers thy reliefe expect.
Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old;
Thy Mercies more then can be told.

The sinnes of my unbridled Youth,
Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde:
Let those that seeke, thy Mercie finde.
Even for the honour of thy Truth.
God, ever just and good, the way
Of life will shew to such as stray.

The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide;
To such his heavenly Will expresse:
Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse
All such as in his Lawes abide.
My sinnes, so numerous and great
O for thy honour, Lord, forget!

Part. 2.

VVhat's he who feares The ever-Blest?
To him shall he his Paths disclose:
His Soule refresht with calme repose;
The Land by his faire Race possest:
To him his Counsels shall impart,
And seale his Covenants in his heart.

On thee with fixed Eyes I wait:
My feet inlarge thou from their snares.
O pittie me so worne with cares;
Despised, poore, and desolate!
The troubles of my mind increase;
Lord, from their galling yoke release!

Behold thou my affliction,
The toile and straits, wherein I live:
My sinnes, so infinite, forgive.
Behold my Foes, how potent growne!
How are they multipli'd of late,
VVho hate me with a deadly hate!

Deliver, ô! from shame protect;
Since from my Faith I never swerve:
Let Innocence and Truth preserve,
VVho constantly thy ayd expect.
Redeeme thy chosen Israel,
And sorrow from his brest expell.

Psalme XXVI

[Lord, judge my cause: thy piercing Eye]

Lord, judge my cause: thy piercing Eye

As the 4.

Beholds my Soules integritie.
How can I fall;
VVhen I, and all
My hopes on thee relie?

Examine, try my reines and heart;
Thou, Mercies Source, my object art:
Nor from thy Truth
Have I in Youth,
Or will in Age depart.

Men sold to sinne offend my sight;
I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite:
Those who devise
Malicious lies,
And in their crimes delight.

But will, with hands immaculate,
And offerings, at thy Altar wait:
Thy Praise disperse
In gratefull verse;
Thy Noble Acts relate.

Thy House, in my esteeme, excels:
The Mansion where thy Glory dwels.
My life ô close
Not up with those,
VVhose sinne thy Grace expels!

VVho guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill:
Subverting bribes their right-hands fill;
Bold in offence.
But Innocence
And Truth shall guard me still.

Redeeme; O with thy Grace sustaine!
My feet now stand upon the plaine.
Thy Justice I
VVill magnifie,
VVith those who feare thy Name.

Psalme XXVII.

As the 10.

[Part 1.]

God is my Saviour, my cleare light:
VVho then can my repose affright?
Or what appeare
Worth such a feare,
My life protected by his Might?
Vaine hatred, vaine their power,
That would my life devoure.

These fell, when they against me fought:
The Wicked suffer'd what they sought.
Though troops of foes
At once inclose,
Of feare I would not lodge a thought:
Should Armies compasse me;
So confident in thee.

One thing I have, and shall request;
That I may in thy Mansion rest,
Till Death surprize
My closing eyes:
That they may on thy beauty feast;
That in thy Temple still
I may enquire thy Will.

When stormes arise on every side,
He will in his Pavillion hide:
How ever great,
In that retreat
I shall conceal'd and safe abide.
He, to resist their shocke,
Hath fixt me on a Rocke.

Now is my head advanc'd, renown'd
Above my foes, who gird me round;
That in my Tent
I may present
My sacrifice with Trumpets sound:
There I thy praise will sing,
Set to a well-tun'd string.

Part 2.

O heare thou my afflicted cry;
Extend thy pitty, and reply.
VVhen thus the Lord
In sweet accord;
Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye.
Directed by thy Grace,
Lord, I will seeke thy Face.

Thy Face O therefore never hide!
Nor in thine anger turne aside
From him that hath
Serv'd thee with faith.
Forsake me not, my ancient Guide;
So oft in dangers knowne:
O leave me not alone.

Although my Parents should forsake;
Yet, Lord, thou wouldst to Harbour take.
O lest I stray
Teach me thy Way,
And in thy Precepts perfect make:
Because my enemies
Watch like so many Spies.

Expose me not to their desire;
For lying witnesses conspire,
Who in their breath
Beare Wrath and Death.
My Soule had sunke beneath their ire,
But that I did relye
On thy benignity.

In hope to see (within the Land
Of those that live) thy saving hand.
He shall impart
Strength to thy heart.
Wait on the Lord, undanted stand;
His heavenly Will attend,
VVho timely aide will send.

Psalme XXVIII.

As the 5.

My God, my Rocke, regard my Crie;
Lest I unheard, like those that die,
In shades of darke Oblivion lie.

To my ascending Griefe give eare,
VVhen I my hands devoutly reare
Before thy Mercie-seat with feare.

VVith wicked men mix not my Fate;
Nor drag me with the Reprobate,
VVho speake of Peace, but foster hate.

Such as their workes, their dire intent,
And practices to circumvent;
Such be their dreadfull punishment.

Since they will not thy Choice renowne,
But hate whom thou intend'st to crowne;
O build not up, but pull them downe!

He heares! his Name be magnifi'd!
My Strength, secur'd on everie side,
Since all my hope on him rely'd.

These Seas of Joy my teares devoure.
My Songs shall celebrate thy Power,
O thou that art to thine a Tower.

O thou my strong Deliverance,
Thy People, thine Inheritance,
Blesse, feed, preserve, and still advance.

Psalme XXIX.

[You that are of Princely Birth]

You that are of Princely Birth,
Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth;

Glorie give, his Power proclame;
Magnifie and praise his Name.

VVorship; in the Beautie blesse,
Beautie of his Holinesse.
From a darke and showring Cloud,
On the floods that roare aloud,
Harke! his Voice with terrour breakes:
God, our God in Thunder speakes.
Powerfull in his Voice on high,
Full of Power and Majestie:
Loftie Cedars overthrowne,
Cedars of steepe Libanon,
Calfe-like skipping on the ground.
Libanon and Sirion bound;
Like a youthfull Unicorne,
Lab'ring Clouds with Lightning torne.
At his Voice the Desert shakes;
Kadish, thy vast Desert quakes.
Trembling Hindes then calve for feare;
Shadie Forrests bare appeare:
His renowne by everie tongue
Through his Holy Temple sung.
He the raging Flouds restraines:
He a King for ever raignes.
God his People shall increase,
Arme with Strength, and blesse with Peace.

Psalme XXX.

[My Verse shall in thy praises flow]

[Part 1.]

My Verse shall in thy praises flow:
Lord, thou hast rais'd my head on high;

As the 14.

Nor suffered the proud Enemie
To triumph in my overthrow.

I cry'd aloud; thy Arme did save;
Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death,

Repealing my exiled breath,
When almost swallow'd by the Grave.

You Saints of his, oh sing his praise!
Present your Vowes unto the Lord;
His perfect Holinesse record,
Whose Wrath but for a moment stayes.

His quickning Favour life bestowes:
Teares may continue for a night;
But Joy springs with the Morning Light;
Long-lasting Joyes, soone-ending Woes.

Part. 2.

In my Prosperitie I said,
My feet shall ever fixt abide:
I, by thy favour fortify'd,
Am like a stedfast Mountaine made.

But when thou hid'st thy cheerfull Face;
How infinite my Troubles grew!
My cries then with my griefe renew,
VVhich thus implor'd thy saving Grace:

VVhat profit can my bloud afford,
VVhen I shall to the Grave descend?
Can senselesse Dust thy Praise extend?
Can Death thy living Truth record?

To my Complaints attentive be;
Thy Mercie in my aid advance:
O perfect my Deliverance,
That have no other Hope but Thee!

Thou, Lord, hast made th'Afflicted glad;
My Sorrow into Dauncing turn'd:
The Sack-cloth torne wherein I mourn'd,
And me in Tyrian Purple clad:

That so my Glorie might proclame
Thy Favours in a joyfull Verse;
Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse,
And magnifie thy sacred Name,

Psalme XXXI.

[Who trusts in Thee, ô let not shame deject!]

[Part 1.]

Who trusts in Thee, ô let not shame deject!
Thou ever Just, my chased Soule secure:
Lord, lend a willing eare, with speed protect;
Bee thou my Rocke; with thy strong Arme immure.

My Rocke, my Fortresse, for thy Honour aid,
And my ingaged feet from Danger guide:
Pull from their subtill Snares in secret laid,
O thou my onely Strength so often try'd.

To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend,
O my Redeemer, O thou God of Truth.
Who Lies invent, or unto Idols bend,
I have abhorr'd, but lov'd Thee from my Youth.

I will rejoyce, and in thy Mercie boast,
That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know:
Deliver, when in expectation lost;
Nor yeeld him to the Triumph of his Foe.

Part. 2.

Now helpe the Comfortlesse: my Sight decayes,
My Spirits faint, my Flesh consumes with care:
My Life is spent with griefe, in sighes my Dayes;
My Strength through Sin dissolves, my Bones impare.

To all my Foes I am become a scorne;
Nor least to those, who seem'd in love most neare:
By all my late familiar friends forlorne;
VVho when they meet me, turne aside for feare.

Forgot like those, who in the Grave abide,
And, as a broken vessell, past repaire:
Traduc'd by many, (feare on every side)
VVho counsell take, and would my life insnare.

But, Lord, my Hopes are on thee fixt: I said,
Thou art my God; my Dayes are in thy Hand:
Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid;
And those, who persecute my Soule, withstand.

O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine;
Save for thy Mercies sake; from Shame defend.
Shame cover those who keepe no Lawes of thine;
And undeplored to the Grave descend.

Part. 3.

The lying lips in endlesse silence close,
That with despite and pride traduce the Just.
VVhat Joy hast thou reserv'd! what wrought for those,
(In sight of all) who feare, and in Thee trust!

Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide
From their Oppressors violence and wrongs;
They in thy close Pavilion shall abide,
Secured from the strife of envious Tongues.

Blest he! who in a walled Citie hath
To me his wonderfull Affection showne.
I rashly sayd, I am the food of VVrath;
Cut off; for ever from his Presence throwne.

Yet thou, O ever blessed, heardst my Prayer,
VVhen to thy Mercie I addrest my Cry.
O love the living Lord, all you that are
His chosen Saints, and on his Aid relie:

For he the Faithfull ever will preserve;
And render to the Proud their full deserts.

Couragious be all you, who hope, and serve
The Lord of life, who will confirme your hearts.

Psalme XXXII.

[Blest, ô thrice blest is he]

Blest, ô thrice blest is he,
Whose Sinnes remitted be;
And whose Impieties
God covers from his Eyes.

To whom his Sinnes are not
Imputed, as forgot:
His Soule with guile unstain'd.
While silent I remain'd,
My bones consum'd away;
I rored all the day:
For on me day and night
Thy Hand did heavie light.
My moisture dri'd throughout,
Like to a Summers drought.
I then my Sinnes confest,
How farre I had transgrest:
When all I had reveal'd,
Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd.
For this, who Godly are
Shall seeke to Thee by Prayer;
Seeke, when thou mayst be found;
In Deluges undrown'd.
Thou art my safe Retreat,
My Shield, when dangers threat;
Shalt my Deliverance
With Songs of Joy advance.

I will instruct, and show
The way which thou shouldst goe;
The way to Pietie;
And guide thee with mine eye.
Be not like Mule and Horse,
VVhose reason is their Force;
VVhose mouth the Bit and Reine,
Lest they rebell, restraine.
Innumerable Woes
The Wicked shall inclose:
But those who God affect,
His Mercy shall protect.
O you, who are upright,
In God your God delight:
You Just, his blessed Choice,
In Him with Songs rejoyce.

Psalme XXXIII.

As the 8.

To God, you Just, your Voices raise;
It you beseemes to sing his Praise.
O celebrate the King of kings
On Instruments strung with ten Strings:
To Harp and Lute new Dities sing;
Sing loud with skilfull fingering.
His Word are crown'd by their event;
And all his Works are permanent.
Justice and Judgement he affects:
His Bountie upon all reflects.
His Words the arched Heavens did frame;
His Breath, the Starres eternall Flame.
He the collected Seas confines,
And folds the Deepe in Magazines.
The Lord, O all you Nations, feare;
All whom the Earths round shoulders beare.
He spake, 'twas done as soone as said;
At his Commandment stedfast made.
The People counsell take in vaine;
Their Projects no successe obtaine.
The Counsels of the Lord are sure;
His Purposes no Change indure.
Blest they, whose God Jehovah is;
The Nation set apart for his.
The Lord looks from the lofty Skies;
On carefull Mortals casts his Eyes:
The Lord looks from his Residence;

The Sonnes of men beholds from thence.
He fashioned their hearts alone:
To him their Thoughts and deeds are knowne.
No King is saved by an Host;
No Giant in his strength should boast:
There rests no Safetie in a Horse;
None are delivered by his force.
Gods eyes are ever on the Just,
Who feare, and in his Mercie trust;
To free their Soules from swallowing Earth,
And keepe alive in time of Dearth.
Our fervent Soules on God attend,
Our helpe, who onely can defend:
In whom our Hearts exult for joy;
Because we on his Name relie.
Great God to us propitious be,
As we have fixt our Hopes on thee.

Psalme. XXXIV.

[The Lord I will for ever blesse]

[Part 1.]

The Lord I will for ever blesse;
My Tongue his praises shall professe,
In him my Soule shall boast:
The Meeke, shall heare the same, and joy:
His Name, with me, ô magnifie;
Extoll the Lord of Host.

My prayers ascending pierc't his eare;
Who snatcht me from those stormes of feare.
The Meeke who God expect,
Who flow to him like living Brookes,
Shame never shall distaine their lookes,
nor with foule guilt infect.

This VVretch in his adversitie
(Then men shall say) to God did crie,
Whose Mercie him secur'd.
The Angels of Jehovah those,
Who feare him, with their Tents inclose,
By Strength divine immur'd,

How good our God, O taste and see!
Who trust in him thrice happie be;
You Saints, ô feare him still:
Such feele no want; the Lions rore
For hunger; but who God implore,
He shall with Plentie fill.

Part 2.

Come children, with attention heare,
I will instruct you in his feare.
VVhat man delights in life?
Seekes to live happily and long?
From evill guard thy warie tongue,
Thy lips from fraud and strife.

Doe good, and wicked deeds eschew;
Seeke sacred Peace, her steps pursue.
Gods Eyes are on the Just;
Their cries his open Eare attends:
But on the Bad his wrath descends,
Their Names reduc'd to dust.

He heares the Righteous, and their crie;
Preserv'd in their adversitie:
A broken heart affects,
And Soules contrite which in Him trust.
Great are the afflictions of the Iust;
But He in all protects:

Keepes every bone of theirs intire.
The VVicked swallowes in his Ire,
And who the Righteous hate.
The Lord his Servants shall redeeme;

Those ever deare in his esteeme,
Who on his promise wait.

Psalme XXXV.

[Lord, plead my cause against my foes]

[Part 1.]

Lord, plead my cause against my foes;

As the 3.

With such as fight against me, fight:
Arise, thy ample Shield oppose,
And with thy Sword defend my right.
Addresse thy Speare; those in their way
Encounter, who my Soule invade:
To her, O let thy Spirit say,
I am thy God, and saving Aide.
Let those, who my disgrace contrive,
Hang downe their heads, for flight design'd:
Who seeke my fall, let Angels drive
Like Chaffe before the blustring Wind.
Obscure and slippery be their path;
Let winged Troups pursue their foile;
Since they for me with causelesse wrath
Have dig'd a pit, and pich't a Toile.
Let sodaine ruine them destroy;
Mesht in the Nets themselves had laid:
Then in the Lord my Soule shall joy,
And glory in his timely Aide.
My Bones shall say, O who like thee,
That arm'st the Weake against the Strong!
That do'st the Poore and Needy free
From outrage, and too powerfull wrong!

Part. 2.

False witnesses against me stood,
Who unknowne accusations brought:
That Evill rendered for Good,
And closely my confusion sought.
I in their sicknesse did condole;
Vnfainedly in Sack-cloth mourn'd.
VVith fasting humbled my sad Soule,
And often to my Prayers return'd:
Him visited both Night and Day,
As if an ancient Friend or Brother:
In Blacke upon the Earth I lay,
And wept as for my dying Mother.
Yet these rejoyced in my woe;
False Comforters, about me crowd:
And least I should their cunning know,
They rent their Clothes, and cry'd aloud.

Like Hypocrites at Feasts, they jeere;
Whose gnashing teeth their hate professe:
O Lord, how long wilt thou forbeare,
And onely looke on my distresse?
O save from those, who smile, and kill;
My Dearling from the Lions jawes:
I in the great Assembly will
Then praise thy Name with full applause.

Part 3.

Let not my causelesse Enemies
Rejoyce in my afflicted state:
Nor winke at me with scornefull eyes,
Who swell with undeserved hate.
Of Peace they speake not; rather they
The peaceable with fraud pursue:
Who wry their mouths at me, and say,
Ha, Ha! our eyes thy ruine view.
This seene, O stand no longer mute;
Nor, Lord, desert my Innocence.
Awake, arise: O prosecute
My Cause, and plead in my Defence.
With Justice judge: nor let them say
In triumph; VVe our wish possesse:
Nor in their mirthfull hearts, Ha, Ha!
VV' have swallow'd him in his distresse.
VVrath and confusion sease on those,
VVho in my tribulation joy:
Let them who glory in my woes,
Be cloth'd with shame and infamy.
Let those eternally rejoyce,
VVho favour and assist my right:
For ever with exalted voyce
The goodnesse of our God recite.
And say, O magnifie his Name,
VVho glories in his servants peace.
My tongue his Justice shall proclaime,
Nor ever in his praises cease.

Psalme XXXVI.

As the 34.

VVhen I the bold Transgressor see,
My thoughts thus whisper unto me,
He never feard the Lord:
He smooths himselfe in his owne eyes,
Till his secure impieties
Become of all abhorr'd.

Their words are vaine, and full of guile:
They Wisdome from their hearts exile;
Forsaken Vertue hate:
Who mischiefe on their beds contrive;
Through by-wayes to bad ends arrive,
And vices propagate.

Thy Mercy, Lord, is thron'd on high;
And thy approv'd Fidelity
The loftie Skie transcends:
Thy Justice like a Mountaine steepe;
Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deepe;
Who man and beast defends.

O Lord, how precious is thy Grace!
The sonnes of men, their comfort place,
Beneath thy shady wings:
They with thy Houshold dainties shall
Be fully satisfi'd, and all
Drinke of thy pleasant Springs.

For O! from thee the Fountaine flowes,
VVhich endlesse Life on thine bestowes;
Inlightned with thy Light.
On such as know thee showre thy Grace;
O let thy Justice those embrace,
Who are in heart upright.

Let not the feet of Pride defeat;
Nor such as are in mischiefe great
My guiltlesse Soule surprize.
The workers of iniquity
Are falne like Meteors from the skie:
Cast downe, no more to rise.

Psalme XXXVII.

[Vex not thy selfe at the impiety]

[Part 1.]

Vex not thy selfe at the impiety

As the 1.

Of wicked men, nor their fraile height envy.
For they shall soone be mow'd, like Summers Hay;
And as the verdure of the Herbe decay.
Trust thou in God; doe good, and long in peace
Possesse the Land; refresht by her increase.
Be He thy sole delight; He shall inspire
Thy raised thoughts, and grant thy hearts desire
Relye, and to his care thy wayes commend,
Who will produce them to a happy end.

He shall thy Justice, like the Light display,
And make thy Judgement as the Height of Day.
Rest on the Lord, and patiently attend
His Heavenly Will: nor let it thee offend,
Because the wicked in their courses thrive;
And prosperously at their desires arrive.
Abstaine from anger, heady wrath eschew:
Nor fret thou, lest ill Deeds ill Thoughts pursue.
God will cut off the Bad, the Faithfull blesse;
VVho shall the ever-fruitfull Land possesse.

Part. 2.

After a while th'Vnjust shall cease to be;
Thou shalt his place consider, but not see.
The Meeke in heart shall reape the Lands increase,
And solace in the multitude of peace.
Against the Godly wicked Men conspire,
Gnash their malicious teeth, and some with ire;
But God shall laugh at their impiety;
Because he knowes their Day of Doome is nigh.
They draw their bloudy Swords, their Bowes are bent,
To kill the needy, Poore, and Innocent.
But their proud hearts shall perish by the stroke
Of their owne Steele, their Bowes asunder broke.
That little which the Righteous hath, excels
Th'abundant wealth, wherein the Wicked swels.
For God the armes of violent Men will breake:
But shield the Righteous, and support the Weake.
His eyes behold the sufferings of the Poore:
Their firme possessions ever shall endure.
They in the time of danger shall not dread;
But shall in Famin's rage be fill'd with Bread.
When vitious men shall speedily decay:
And those who slight Jehovah, melt away
As fat of Lambs, which sacred Fires consume;
And forthwith vanish like the rising fume.

Part. 3.

The Wicked borrow, never to restore:
The Just are gracious and relieve the Poore.
Whom God shall blesse, they shall the Land enjoy:
Whom God shall curse, them vengeance shall destroy.
The steps of Righteous men the Lord directs;
For He, even He their ordred paths affects.
Although they fall; yet fall to rise againe:
For his, His Care and powerfull Hand sustaine.
I have beene young, am old; yet never saw
The Just abandoned; nor those, who draw
From him their birth, with beggery opprest.
He lends in mercy, and his Seed are blest.

Doe good, shun evill, and remaine unmov'd;
For righteous Soules are of the Lord belov'd:
His undeserted Saints protecting still;
Their Plants up-rooting, who transgresse his Will.
Just men inherit shall the promis'd Land;
And dwell therein, while Mountaines stedfast stand.

Part. 4.

The Righteous Soule of sacred Judgement speaks,
And from his lips a spring of wisdome breaks.
Gods Law is in his Heart; his Light, his Guide;
Nor shall his Feet in slippery places slide.
Men seeke his bloud; but God defends: nor shall
He by the sentence of the Wicked fall.
Wait on the Lord, nor his straight paths transgresse;
And evermore this pregnant Soile possesse.
But those who in iniquity delight,
Shall be cut off, and perish in thy sight.
The Wicked I have seene in wealth to flow,
Exceed in power, and like a Laurell grow:
Yet vanish hence, as he had never beene;
I sought him, but he was not to be seene.
Observe the perfect, and the pure of heart;
They die in peace, and happily depart.
But the Vngodly are at once cut downe,
And perish without pitty, or renowne.
The Lord is the salvation of the Just;
Their strength in trouble, since in him they trust:
Will those assist, who on his aide depend;
Deliver, and from impious Foes defend.

Psalme XXXVIII.

[Not in thy wrath against me rise]

[Part 1.]

Not in thy wrath against me rise;

As the 4

Nor in thy fury, Lord, chastise:
Thy Arrowes wound,
Naile to the Ground,
Thy hand upon me lies.

No Limb from paine and anguish free;
Because I have incensed thee:
Nor rest can take,
My bones so ake;
Such sinne abounds in me.

Like Billowes they my head transcend;
Beneath their heavy load I bend:
My Ulcers swell,
Corrupt, and smell;
Of Folly the sad end.

Perplext in mind I pine away,
And mourning waft the tedious day;
My Flesh no more
Then all one Sore;
All parts at once decay.

Much broken; all my strength o'rethrowne;
Through anguish of my Soule I groane.
Lord, thou dost see
My thoughts and mee;
My Sighs to thee are knowne.

My sad Heart pants, my nerves relent,
My Sight growes dim; and to augment
My miseries,
All my Allies
And Friends themselves absent.

Part. 2.

Who seeke my life, their Snares extend;
Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend:
Calumniate,
And lye in wait
To bring me to my end.

But I as deafe to them appeare,
As mute, as if I tonguelesse were:
My passion rul'd,
Like one that could
At all not speake nor heare.

Because my hopes on thee relye:
My God, I said, O heare my cry;
Lest they should boast,
Who hate me most,
And in my ruine joy.

For O! I droop, with struggling spent:
My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent.
My sinnes excesse
I will confesse;
In showres of teares repent.

My foes are full of strength and pride;
Who causelesse hate, are multipli'd:
Who good with ill
Repay; would kill,
Because I just abide.

Depart not, Lord; O pitty take
Nor me in my extremes forsake:
Salvation
Is thine alone;
Hast to my succour make.

Psalme XXXIX.

[I said, I will my wayes observe]

[Part 1.]

I said, I will my wayes observe,
Lest I should swerve:
VVith Bit and Reines my Tongue keepe in,
Too prone to Sinne.
Nor to their calumnie replie,
VVho glorie in Impietie.

I, like a Statue, silent stood,
Dumbe even to good:
My Sorrowes boyling in my brest
Exil'd my rest:
But when my Heart incenst with wrong
Grew hot, I gave my Griefe a tongue.

Of those few dayes I have to spend,
And my last End,
Informe me, Lord; that I may so
My Frailty know.

My time is made short, as a Span;
As nothing is the Age of man.

Man nothing is but Vanitie,
Though thron'd on high;
Walks like a Shadow, and in vaine
Turmoiles with paine:
He heaps up wealth with wretched care,
Yet knowes not who shall prove his Heire.

Part. 2.

Lord! what expect I? thou the Scope
Of all my Hope:
Him from his loath'd Transgressions free,
Who trusts in Thee:
Nor O subject me to the Rule,
And proud derision of a Foole!

With silence, since thy Will was such,
I suffered much:
O now forbeare! lest instant Death
Force my faint breath.
VVhen thou dost with thy Rod chastise
Offending man, his courage dies:

His Beauty wasted, like a cloth
Gnawne by the Moth:
Himselfe a short-lif'd vanitie,
And borne to die.
Lord, to my Prayers incline thine Eare;
And thy afflicted Servant heare.

Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes,
My God, despise:
A Stranger, as my Fathers were,
I sojourne here.
O let me gather strength, before
I passe away, and be no more.

Psalme XL.

As the 2.

[Part 1.]

For God I patiently did looke;
He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare:
And when invironed with feare,
From that Abysse of horror tooke:
Drew from the Mud, and on a Rocke
Establisht, to indure the shocke.

Then did into my mouth convey
Songs of his Praise, unsung before.
Many shall see, with feare adore;
And trusting in th'Almighty, say:
Who on the Lord depend, are blest;
Who Liers, and the Proud detest.

Many, and full of wonder, are
The Works, O Lord, which Thou hast wrought:
What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought,
O who in order can declare!
'Twere lost endeavour to expresse
Their number, that are numberlesse.

Thou Gifts, nor Offerings dost desire;
But pierced hast thy Servants eare:
To Thee Oblations are not deare,
Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire.
Then said I; Lo, I come: thus it
Is of me in Thy Volume writ.

Thy Lawes are written in my Heart:
My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill.
I in the great Assembly still
Thy Righteousnesse to all impart:
My lips are unrestrein'd by me,
Which, Lord, is onely knowne to Thee.

Thy Justice I have not conceal'd
Within the closure of my brest:
But Thy Fidelity profest;
And saving health at large reveal'd:
Amidst the Congregation
Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne.

Part. 2.

Withdraw not, Lord, thy long'd for Aide;
With Truth and Mercy still inclose:
For O! innumerable woes
On every side my Soule invade:
So changed with Iniquities,
That they even blind my fearefull eyes.

In number they my haires exceed;
My fainting heart pants in my brest:
Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest;
And Lord deliver me with speed.

Let Shame at once confound them all,
That seeke my Soule, and plot my fall.

Be they repulst with Infamy,
Who persecute with deadly hate:
Deservedly left desolate,
Who Ha, Ha! in derision cry.
Let all who seeke thy Helpe, rejoyce,
And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice.

Let them, who thy Salvation love,
Still say; The Lord be magnifi'd!
Though I be poore, and cast aside;
Yet he regards me from above.
My Safety, my Deliverer,
No longer thy reliefe deferre.

Psalme XLI.

As the 7.

VVho duly shall the Poore regard,
Hath his Reward:
The Lord in time of Trouble, shall
Prevent his fall:
He shall among the Living rest,
And with the Earths increase be blest.

Lord, render him not up to those,
VVho are his Foes:
VVhen he in sorrow languisheth,
Neere unto Death;
Let him by Thee be comforted,
And in his Sicknesse make his bed.

I said, O Lord, thy Mercy show,
And Health bestow:
For O! my Soule the lothsome staines
Of Sin retaines.
My Foes have said, VVhen shall he die,
And yet out-live his Memory?

If any visit, they devise
Deceitfull Lies:
Their hollow Hearts with Mischiefe load,
Divulg'd abroad:
Who hate me, whisper, and contrive,
How they may swallow me alive.

Behold, say they, this Punishment
From Heaven is sent:
He, from the bed whereon he lies,
Shall never rise.
Yea, even my Friend, my Confident,
My Guest, his heele against me bent.

But, Lord, thy Mercy I implore;
My Health restore:
O raise me! that forthwith I may
Their Hate repay.
In this thy Love thou dost expresse,
That none triumph in my distresse.

For thou art of my Innocence
The strong Defence.
I shall, inlightned by thy Grace,
Behold thy Face.
Jehovah, Israels God, be blest;
VVhile Day and Night the World invest.

Amen. Amen.