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The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan

Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough

Mure, William (1594-1657)

VOL. I

EARLY MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

THE Trve Crvcifixe for True Catholickes

SONNETS

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VOL. II

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II. VOL. II

A Covnter-Bvff to Lysimachus Nicanor;

Calling himself a Jesuite By PHILOPATRIS

Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine cunctos
Ducit, & immemores non sinit esse sui.

I cannot now but give my grief a tongue,
Since innocence, and vertue suffer wrong;
Since calumnie, and falshood strive to wound
Our Mother's breast, and purpose to confound
That Covenant, the Popish hyrelings' foyle,
Heaven's herauld sent to blesse North-Britain's soyle:
A band of truth and power, the Prelats' baine,
Which with our dearest bloud we will maintaine,
As sworne, God's purer worship to defend,
Our King to serve, our straying faults to mend.

Illustrius Trajan, though a pagane prince,
After much bloud of Christians, did dispence
With the remainder of that Heaven-blest band,
Who through a Red sea fraungh'd their long'd-for land,
Whiles by Proconsull Plinie he was inform'd,

Plinius secundus

That Christians in their lives were more reform'd,
Nor then was vented forth, by false report,
And that, in sober way, they did resort

To privat meetings, whereunto their God
They sweetly sang some divine hymne or ode,
Committing nothing worthie Cæsar's wrath.
Whence all inditements, sentences of death,
Were straight repeal'd, and Christians were set free,
Dispenc'd to brook peace, truth, and libertie.
The like our hope and trust assures us, shall
Unto our native homebred Cæsar fall:
Whiles by some worthie Plin', it shall be told him,
That in the armes of love we still infold him,
That the pure incense of our sacred prayers,
Maugre the spite and pryde of all gainsayers,
Is daily for his safety powred forth,
And since no earthly thing is of more worth,
Nor life and fortunes, we shall both imploy,
For thryce-blest Charles, the center of our joy:
So that we brook in full integritie,
With peace and truth, our ancient libertie.

Then false Lysimachus, thou runnigate,
That seems to pry into the soule of state,
That personates a subtile Jesuite,
And yet art known a homebred parasite,
That hath belcht forth a rapsodie of lies,
And, 'gainst thy Countrey, false coyn'd calumnies:
Thou, by our Statutes, hast deserv'd to die
An ignominious death; for such a lie,
As may breed discord twixt the King and State,
Is death: here many laws I may repeat,
And practicks too, but these are all so clear,
As need no glossing: Onely I will here

M. Thomas Rosse.

Touch one for all: A Scot of ancient race,
A schollar too, as thou art, liv'd a space
In England's Court, and, for some privat hate,
A pasquill did against his Countrey wreat,
As thou hast done in fouler sort, more full
Of vil'd aspersions, from thy phrantick skull.

Well then, King James of lasting memorie,
Who could not brook that any calumnie
Should be asperst upon his native land,
After some tryall there, he gave command,
The Lybeller should home go, and sustaine,
Of doome unpartiall laws th' unpitied paine;
And here being try'd, judg'd and adjudg'd, they fand,
That he should losse his head, and faultie hand,
Which straight was done in publick view; and so
I thinke the matter with thy self will go.
For we do sure expect our Soveraigne
Will send thee home, that here thou may'st sustaine
Due punishment: But since that thy offence
Is worse nor his, the judges may dispence
With heading's blow, and make thee climbe the top
Of some curst tree; come down into a rope.

Nor shall this one jest more in silence rote,
Which carelesse I, had now almost forgot,
Of a Polonian Swaine, more curious
Nor wise or learn'd, call'd Stercovius.

Hither he came clade all in antique sort,
Where seen in streets, the subject of a sport
He soone became to childish gazers, who
With skriechs and clamours hiss him to and fro,
Till forc'd he was with shame and speed to pack him,
And to his feet and loathsome cabin take him:
Where in a furious and chollerick mood,
He nothing breath'd but fire, revenge and bloud,
And fondly swore, our nation's overthrow
He should adventure, with a suddain blow
Of his both pregnant and pernicious pen,
Like to a fierce and fearfull powder traine.
Thus, fraught with furie, home to Pole he goes,
To wreak his splen on his imagin'd foes:
And there his pen he loos'd, and with more spite,
Nor hell had taught him thoughts, he did indite

A legend of reproaches, stuf't with lies;
Was bold to print, and vent those calumnies
Against the Scots, their manners and their fame,
Of purpose to obscure their splendide name,
In all that Esterne clyme, and tract of ground,
Where squadrons of our Nation did abound;
Whence some choise men of ours did take in hand,
To supplicat the Princes of that land,
Their wrong for to redresse: so with great paine,
Great search, and length of time their point they gaine,
For all vaste Teuton's states, the Spruch, the Dan,
Dispatch, and arme with power some trustie man,
Stercovius to pursue in any ground,
Take and arraigne him where he may be found;
Which is with great turmoile and travell done,
Yet things well acted are performed soone:
For this slie fox, hunted from hole to hole,
At length is catch't, and unresolv'd did thole
His head divorce, which from his body fell
Low to the ground, his soule I cannot tell
Which way it went, for most unworthie I,
That should into th' Eternal's secrets pry.

Now, since by law of Nations, forraigne Princes
Haue granted patents throughout their Provinces,
A slanderer thus to take and apprehend,
Who did a stranger Nation vilipend,
What shall our Soveraigne do? when it be's known,
How falsely thou hast lyed against thine own.

But now thy piece I must anatomize,
And try with Linxe's sight what therein lyes;
First, for the bulk, though spacious to the eye,
It's pesterd with a full hydropisie,
And from a liver rotten, drencht, and spent,
Poyson for bloud throughout the veines are sent:
The frontespiece unmaskes an hypocrite,
While thou strives to play the Jesuite,

Whence in egregious sort, thou lies, and fails
In every point of thy false paralels:
Daring compare our true reformed land,
Unto the bloud-hound, hell-inspired band
Of those, who still are hatching dreadfull things,
And hunt the precious lives of sacred Kings.

Next, with what impudent and flintie face
Thou makes the bloudy league, a leading cace
To our blest Covenant, the powerfull mean,
God and our King's true service to maintain.
For, if that league was not a monster made,
A French-like body, with a Spanish head,
Which broach'd that traiterous blot by hel's devise,
To shake, and sack the glorious flowre de Lice.
They traitours were, time's stories sure relate,
To God and man, to Prince and to the state:
We paternes here of love, of truth, of zeal,
Oppos'd right in a contrare paralell,
Have vow'd, and sworne our lives and goods to spend,
God's truth, our Prince, and countrey to defend:
So are thy words like flowres but sap or roote,
Which onely to repeat, is to confute.

Again thou says't we sympathize with thee,
And strive t' ecclypse the rayes of Majestie,
Pressing what's proper unto God alone,
A Monarch's sacred person to dethrone;
Of independent power him to deprive,
And call in doubt his high prerogative,

To this our talion statute, we oppose,
Which doth as treason hatchers judge all those,

T. 6. p. 11. c. 49.

Who dare accuse, and cannot prove a treason:
Thus guiltie thou's be found by law and reason.

For since an hundred and eight kings haue sent,
To royall Charles a pierlesse monument,
A crown untoucht, since famous Fergus' hand,
First heald the helme of our sea-bordering land;

And that twixt us and England rivall hate,
Like time spent Almanacks, worne out of date,
Is turn'd to peace, hatch'd in Eliza's raigne,
And consummate by our blest Soveraigne,
Thrice sacred James, that heaven-predestin'd one
Who should rule Brittaine, long dis-joyn'd, alone:
And that by Charles' late raigne, that loue knot tyde,
Should while as time doth last, unloos'd abide:
We here before th' Almighty now protest,
And by Him swear, that in our loyall breast
So damn'd a devilish thought did never enter,
But full resolv'd, shall life and all adventure,
T' uphold the pillars of that Monarchie,
Which destin'd was by Heaven, great Charles for Thee,
Brook't by so many kings, thy brave forbears,
Now thirty lesse then twice a thousand years:
Nor that against our neighbours was intend,
Any invasive power or force to send,
But In defence, our royall emblam'd word;
A Lyon crownd, a Scepter, and a Sword,
Adorne our armes unstain'd, since Alexander
Began to kythe, the Eastern world's commander:
A Thistle here is seen, and seems this way,
None can unpunisht me provoke, to say;
Of all these Mottos here unfold the sence,
We take no armes but in our just defence:
If England will invade, untwist that band,
Which long hath keept the one and other land
In peace and love, and on our bounds encroach,
By sea or land, we must byde their reproach;
And then our courage taught by wit and skill,
And skill by courage arm'd, resolve we will
The hazard of a war to under go,
And set our face 'gainst our invading foe.
The world's great Judge no doubt, in whom we trust,
Will be our safe-guard, as our cause is just;

By him confirm'd, unmoveable we stand,
And shall preserve our never conquer'd land.

A multitude fit and compos'd in armes,
T' invade, or to repell by force all harmes,

Lips. de militia Rom. dial. 2.

Under a certain law, an armies call'd;
We on this part defensive, unapal'd,
Resisting force, are forc'd to take in hand
This war, to brook the freedome of our land,
As our ancestors old, of farre-spread name,
Who trac'd in true record of endlesse fame,
Have left that Jewell, unstain'd libertie,
To be enioyed by their posteritie.
And should not now their fair example tye us,
Though all the furies were let loose to try us,
The same to doe, and to our offspring leave,
What from our fathers old we did receave;
Lest they should curse these dismale dayes, and say,
We did Religion and our State betray.

But O, His colours shine into the field,
To whom we should our lives and fortunes yeeld,
And not resist, our answers short and plaine,
Which as the law of nature all maintaine,
To be eternall, sure and immutable,
A vniversall law, just, firme, and stable:
Whence flows that source of laws, which bindeth all,
Of Nations, civil, and municipall,
What men intend, (to keep this sweet soft breath
Unharm'd by fierce assaults of threatning death)
Is done by law, and may in their defence,

L. 3. F. de Just. & jure. L. Scientiæ 49. § 4. F. ad L Aquil.

Arm'd force repell, by force and violence:
And so defend we should, being forc'd thereto,
And in this case all's lawfull that we do.
All faire means are assay'd, our Prince to please,
We bend our thoughts the Lyon's wrath t' appease,
And in a most obsequious Sympathie,
We supplicat for peace, we call, we crie,

Which if it please him flately to refuse,
By this necessity, we cannot chuse
But rise in lawfull armes, and not neglect
Religion, Laws, and Countrey to protect.

A wise man should, the Comick sooths it so,

Terent.

Try every way before to armes he go;
For by one tempest of a civil broyle,
Which riseth in a late calme, settled soyle,
The Prince is more prejudg'd, nor granting to them
Much libertie; yea, though he should undo them,
He's sharesman of the harme, can but obtaine,
In end with certain losse, uncertain gaine.

Bacon. Essay 29.

A forraigne war was well compar'd of late,
To heat of exercise into a state;
But bad distempers of intestine warre,
Like to those bloud-corrupting fevers are;
Then if whole Brittaine in cumbustion be,
It followeth sure, the head cannot be free:
For in each symptome of a sharpe disease,
The head doth with the body sympathize.

O had I here the power, the place, the skill,
To vent my well-set thoughts, as I have will,
By truth emboldned then, I should explaine
Our countrey's case to my dread Soveraigne;
Shew him the pathway, for his joyes' encrease,
To solace in the multitude of peace,
To keep that band untwist, his people's love,
Which is the surest tye a Prince can prove:
Let pure Religion strength and vigour take,
By reason of a state-confirmed act:
Give way to justice, and our laws restore
Unto the sence and force they were before:
Banish foule gamesters flatly from the play,
And chase ear-pleasing sycophants away:
Unmask their face, and to a tryall bring,
The source from whence these poysoned waters spring:

And namelie this, and such false lybellers,
Seditious sowers of mischief and jarres:
Then our inlightned King with favour's eye,
Through clear, not gommie spectacles, shall see
Of loyall Subjects, here a heaven-blest brood,
In faith, Religion, and alleadgeance good:
Then shall Jehova shoure on him his grace,
And breath to all his Kingdomes truth and peace:
And whiles the sun, light to the world shall bring,
A race of Kings from forth his loyns shall spring.

Those mang-merd priests, drunk with the dregs of sin,

Rabelais cals them so.

When they a novice to confesse begin,
They make him first bread-band his guiltinesse,
And all his sinfull thoughts, words, deeds expresse:
This done, they tax and charge him with such crimes,
As never practis'd were in former times;
Thus, to that youngling sins are taught and shown,
Which heretofore were neither heard nor known.

So, by that other paralell of thine,
Thou cals in question if by power divine,
Or people's suffrage, Monarchs are inthron'd,
By whom, and why uncrown'd, and how repon'd;
But whiles thou seems t' unmask a veritie,
Thou over-shades the royall Majestie,
And in quottations hath so farre deborded,
That people will beleeve what is recorded,
They'le tender all thou sayest, and not purloyne,
But take these vented pieces for good coyne,
Their faith is stung, they'le surely trust these men,
So Naive-lie represented by thy pen:
And if these errours be, thou dost unfold them,
For men cannot beleeve what's never told them.
Those tender points thus prest, and other things,
Shall make thee sure, a darling unto Kings:
But when thy stuffe be's tryde by Lynxe's eye,
Thou shalt as thou deserves exalted be,

As Haman was, great in Assuerus' Court:
But, as thou scoffes a Prince, thou makes a sport
Of sacred Scripture, and a nose of wax,
Causing her rayes on dunghills to reflex:
Thus God, the King, Nobles, and people be
Scorn'd, wrong'd, detract'd, and rail'd upon by thee;
What this deserves, let justice to it look,
There needs no ditty, but cast up thy book.

Yet, since thou didst divinity professe,
As by those ragged rapsodies I guesse,
From David's mouth thine errours I proclaime,
Unto the world, ar symbols of thy shame:
First, in a scorner's chaire thou sits, and thus

Psal. 1. 1.

Thou art denyde these blessings powr'd on us.
Did ever scorne flow from so foule a mouth,
As his, who flouts and scoffes God's sacred truth?
And next, thou shalt not in God's tents abide,
Nor in his all o're-topping hill reside,
Since thou has loos'd the arrows of thy tongue,

Psal. 15. 3.

And done thy Countrey and thy neighbour wrong.
King David hates a two tongu'd hypocrite,

Ps. 26. 4.

And these that in malicious lyes delite;
Thou stiles thy self a Jesuite, and so
For a disguised lyar thou must go.
That Kingly prophet truely hath foretold,

Ps. 31. 18.

That thy sharp'd tongue, which is, and hath been bold
The righteous to traduce, shall silenc'd be.
Hath not this judgement justly ceas'd on thee?
And of those curses thou shalt have a share,

Ps. 35. 11.

Which 'gainst false witnesses pronounced are.
Thou art a witnesse false, and strives to move
Our Prince to quite his ancient Kingdome's loue.
Thou are prohibit with thy lips profane,
God's sacred will and precepts to explaine,

Psal. 50. 16.

Since thou hast darted flames of infamie,
Against their fame, who brethren were to thee.

Ps. 50. 20.

But here I pause, and leaves the rest to those,
Who, more exact, can pay thee home in prose,
Who shall uncace thy waires, let all men know
That they be not upright though seeming so:
I'le onely point at some unwarrant'd places,
Which 'mongst thy Paralels thou interlaces,

In down right termes, in speeches plain and free,
Thou dares defend that thrice damn'd Liturgie,
Which had almost intoxicate our State,
But is abolish'd and supprest of late,
Which is in sound, in sence, in words expresse,
The smooth fram'd modell of an English masse.
Yet thou forsooth, must by thy pen defend it,
Though King and Church hath simply it suspendit:
Thus sure thou wouldst, if urg'd thereto, maintaine,
The Jewish talmude, Turkish alcorane.

In these fore-going theams, thou proves that we

Paral 2.

Preasse to supplant a sure-fixt Monarchie.
But in the following head, thou speaks beguesse,

Paral 3.

And leaves the great point, brands us with the lesse,
Forgetfull that a base and lying slave,
A good and ready memorie should have;
In this our hainous cryme thou qualifies,
And looses some small shots of calumnies,
Where greatest should be last, shows our intent,
To loose the raynes of Church governement,
That Church affairs should not be rull'd by Kings,
With many moe absurd, and futill things,
So that thou seems to quite, what's first and past,

Epanor-thosis.

And, by correcting, takes thee to the last.

But to that speech we answer all in one.
Our King's chief ruler of the Church alone,
And hath such power in that government,

J. 6. p. 18. c. 1 & p. 20. c. 6.

As is explain'd by acts of Parliament,
From which true Subjects never can debord.
So of both states he is the Soveraigne Lord.

Then with a daring boldnesse, thou reviles
That sacred name, and with base skurrill stiles
(Though in a roguish, comick, jesting sort)
Thou makes of it a sceane, a skuff, a sport,
And calls him onely executioner

Pag. 11.

Of laws, and worse, a servile officer,
Or H. and least that this for thine should go,
Thou scoffing tells that men will say it's so:
Thus trac'd thou hast, by thy pernicious pen,
What never yet was said or thought by men.
A fellow here was pinioned on hie,

This was Ard. Cornuall, a town officer.

Convict for high contempt of Majestie,
Whiles his Prince' portrature, expos'd to seal,
He on a gibbet hung, fixt with a naile:
And though the poore soule harbour'd no intent
His King to wrong: yet his dire punishment
(So precious is the shadow of a King)
Was seal'd, that he on that curst tree should hing,
And that the long-fixt tree should be o'rethrowne,
Burnt, and its ashes in the aire be blowne;
How can our Prince then brook that round-spun speech,
Whiles thou makes men compare him to an H?
Till the like doome passe on thy book and thee,
As on that pannell and his fatall tree.

Then thou at randome runnes in full carriers,
Darting thy spite against our noble Peirs;
Against our Pastours and the common sort,
Extracts the Chimick substance of a sport:
And like that houling hel-hound Cerberus,
Thou barks not simply at our cause, and us,
But dares disgorge thy hell invenom'd splen
Against the splendor of heroick men.
Shall famous Lesly now became the scope
Of thy envy, or thinks thou to unprope
His sure fixt worth, whose truely noble spirit,
Whose wit-mixt valour, whose transcending merit,

Hath imp't his vertue in the wings of fame,
And rear'd eternall trophies to his name;
Is tryde to be, and so styl'd in all parts,
A never conquer'd, conquerour of hearts;
Is woo'd by kings, who would their states assure
From all disasters, so they could procure
His stay with them, (by his directive aid)
In all exploits to be their martiall head.

Then here thy tainted conscience is appeal'd,
If thou esteem him truely paralel'd,
With damn'd Loyola, authour of that sect,
Who did such hyreling as thy self infect
With bloud-imbrued maximes of Estate;
For that red front, thy war presaging hate,
The programe of thy book, declares a will,
So thou hadst power thy mother's bloud to spill:
Since each draught of Loyola limn'd by thee,
And thus compared, proves an arrant lie,
As who would paralell this raying light,
With that dark shaddow of the sable night,
Or purer white with black, or good with evill,
Man with a beast, an angel with a devill.
It's known our Generall is of noble birth,
Of famous parents sprung, in place and worth,
Excelling whiles they liv'd: but in their son,
Thryce happy two, that left us such a one;
To whom the heavens their treasures did impart,
A Cupid's body, and a Marse's heart;
Of mixt heroick gifts a sympathie,
Courage with grace, valour with modestie.

Then like a swinish, base, pedantick slave,
Thou makes thy snout dig in a Matron's grave,

Rachel Arnot.

Snuff at her asses, though now ne're there be,
Since she did change her mansion lusters three.
Blinde Mole taine in thy work, harsh screaching oule,
Thou bankrupt, chyding beast, thou envy's soule,

That strives to byte heaven's guest, a glorious ghost,
Who in Coelestiall boures, amid the host
Of glory raying angels, doth receave
Such joyes as God can give or man can crave,
Curst be thy pen, curst thy immortall hate,

Levit. 19. 14.

For envie should prove stingless after fate.
So all thou writes are hellish calumnies,
Which take their influence from the prince of lies:
“Curse not the deaf,” (this sacred text I finde),
“Nor cast a stumbling block before the blinde,”
The Lord forbids thee this, (the precept's plaine):
“I'le not obey,” thou answers him again,
“But will offend and curse,” (thy words are clear)
“The blinde and deaf, that neither see nor hear.”

And thus far I: the rest I leave to those
Whose divine thoughts and pen can well disclose
Thy devilish caball, hell-inspired Art,
And snares to trap thy mother, pierce her heart.

[_]

Who thus complains of her unnaturall son, personating a Jesuite, and who hath dispersed (under that guise) false calumnies against the whole Estates of Scotland, and so deserves that punishment set down in Scripture. Exod. 21. 7.

“That pasquiller that would me thus disgrace,
And with such spyte, spit in his mother's face,
God's curse attends him, threatned by his word;
O then I crave, that Justice scales and sword
May weigh and punish: may my native Prince
Try and revenge his guilt and his offence.

And now thou King of kings, inthron'd above,
By whom Kings raigne, by whom they live and move,
Inspire in my Prince' breast a sprite of peace,
And shoure on him thy favours and thy grace,
Command, Lord, thy Vice-gerent, tell him plain,
He should thy truth, and calme of peace maintain.

He cannot force belief, let him secure
Thy divine worship here, as true and pure.
Appease his wrath, let not my Lyon roare,
Nor dart his thunder on his native shore,
So we shall praise Thee, who for ever raignes,
And whose transcending power all powers restraines.”

Finis.

Caledons Complaint

Against infamous Libells.

or A censure past upon the Truth-betraying Sycophant, dareing (most ignobly) to streck at the honour of this deeply afflicted Nation upon pretence of the guilt of rebellion, in justice to be represt by the power of his Majesties armes.

Laid downe (with all submission) at the feete of our Soveraigne Lord King Charles

What raging fury, Guest of horrid night,
Comes arm'd with flames and snaikes against the Light,
Loos'd from the chaines of darknesse to disturbe
The sons of unitie, borne vice to curbe?

By Law, not force, wee move, not tumult make,
Wee Justice plead, Sedition doe forsake:
None with rebellion our attempts will brand
But who themselves to crush Religion band,
By act, or by intent. Faire vertue shines,
Reflecting everywhere from our designes:
That whither forc'd, to arme, or to entreat,
Our mildnesse, our Submission to bee great
None can denie. For, so with Truth, sweete peace
(Which in our chiefe desires hath chiefest place)
Joyn'd hands; and did from Heaven salute this Land,
Who could the excesse of his joy command?
Who would not fall before his sacred Feete,
Whom royal Vertues make a Prince compleete,
And armes lay downe, or at his will employ,
Lift Him to Honour, and his foes destroy:
Who equall with his life his people's good,
Would value, were they rightly understood.

But by Religion's overthrow, to gaine
Dishonourable ease, with Conscience staine;
That truth be underminde by Policie,
For Peace shoud wee dispence: Who can deny
This cursed peace, this ignominious ease,
Were high rebellion, would the Lord displease.

Most sacred Soveraigne, honour of this Age,
Thy Justice wee appeale, brought on the Stage
By close Camelions; (foes who friendes appeare)
Abusing our indulgence and thine Eare,
Deserving on the parchment of their backe,
The hang-man's whips, should in characters blacke
Draw out each passage of those wicked arts,
They us'd to wound thy grievous Subjects' hearts,
And kindle in thy royall Breast a fire
Which never can be quench'd, till thy just ire
Their bloud doe expiate; till vengeance fall
And, from the heavens, confound those fire-brands all.

Lo! braine-sicke Cherelus dare brave our State,
As at his fancie thy displeasure's spaite
Were readie to breake forth. Darre hee repine
That Light, throughout this glorious Yle doth shine,
For which, too narrow Europ shall be found,
Before the worke bee with the issue crown'd.

Base lies now vents hee, now with malice stings
Those honour'd Heraulds of the King of Kings;
Chaifes, that from 'mongst our honey-bees wee drive
Those Wasps, whose venome had infect'd the hyve.
That wee, those limbs of Antichrist abjure,
Unmitring monsters that did court the Whorre
Of Rome, this Land adventuring to defile,
And make, through their abominations, vile.

Now, to our charge disloyaltie is laide,
That (Parricids) wee dare the throne invade,

Rob Caesar of his due, disclaime our head,
And limits of alleadgeance doe exceed.

O hight of hate! O hellish impudence!
To thinke, that men of honour could dispence
With conscience, with their duetie to a King,
So good, so just, so wisely governing.
Whose Love, as of a Father's, found we have,
As of a Master wee his favour crave,
His Aide as of a Lord; since Father's love,
And Son's obedience, hand in hand doe move
To homage and protection, mutually,
Since true relation Prince and people tye.

Thy countrey's heart doth bleed, her grieves are great,
Both fraud and force conspire against her State.
Her native liberties encroach'd on are,
Which, gain'd with honour, honourably were
From time to time maintain'd, against the pride,
And power, of all that durst against her side.
Her violated Lawes; the civill Right
Of Subjects shaken; Justice, mar'd by might;
Religion vex'd and wrong'd; (that sacred Band
Of Amitie, and Union of the Land,
The solide Pillar which the State sustaines,
By which cemented, firme each piece remains;)
Christ's cause, yea Crowne, in question; by the bands
Of duetie, by the pow'r put in thy hands,
(The regall Scepter, Diadem, and Sword,
In Faith's defence, entrusted by thy LORD)
Conjure Thee, while the lowring Skies portend
A Tempest, to the danger to attend,
And wisely to His interest to advert,
Who count will crave how acted is thy part.

Those, whom eclipses, more than Sun-light please,
(The birds of prey, which gape for gaine), Those flies

Which feed upon infection and stinke,
Our Camels, which but troubled streames can drinke,
Division's Cataracts would open keep,
And kindle quarrels which lye buried deep,
That Brethren, Pillars of the royall Throne,
By God, and Nature, under Thee, made one,
One bundell of united shafts; a Band
Not easie to be brash'd by stranger's hand,
May (thus) be weakened, and receive a wound,
Endangering both, which shall not soone be sound.

But ah! to thinke, that Thou whose aide wee call,
The people's Parent; Watch-man on our wall:
The Geometrick point, with eaven Aspect,
Bound all thy bounding Borders to respect;
The Head, the Heart of the Republicke, made
A God, a Judge, set over good and bade;
That Thou thy royall Banners shouldst display,
By Justice' Sword, to make thy passion way,
Against a Nation from defection free,
Who heavens dare face, for their integritie;
O depth of woe! O hight of passing griefe!
That Thine, who supplicate by Thee reliefe,
Must arme: and at uncertaine bloud's expense,
Bee forc'd unto an innocent defence.

Dread Soveraigne, Son of Mars, if arme thou wilt,
No drop of bloud let bee in Britaine spilt.
March, and all Europe shall be put in fray,
The Alpes, the Perinees, shall make Thee way.
Thy neighbouring state, with Olives shall attend,
Thy right's decision while thou dost suspend.
The Rhine, whose streams are swolne with tears shall smile
And fears of longer servitude exile.
Rome's wals shall tremble, proud Madrid shall quaik,
When with joynt-forces thou the fields shall take
With warriours, more then men, thy Britanies bold
Attended; who for feare nor force will fold.

Thy sea-wall'd world huge colonies shall spair,
For peopling kingdomes which usurped are
By Tyrants bold and blinde, the foes of Truth.
Yea, Thou shall lead, with Albion's choicest youth,
(The worthies and the wits of either land)
Our Archimeds, who with industrious hand
Reach Nature's depths, reviving Dedal's arts.
Thy Scots, with Gyants' hands and Lyons' hearts,
Shall gallantly go on, who whiles they arme,
Shall give at once the stroke and the alarme,
And undismaid, at danger, death, or blows,
Shall fall, like fire and lightning on thy foes.
Thus shalt thou wing thy fame, and with skill'd hand,
Divert the wakened humours of the land;
And, to amazed Europ's terror, lead
A mighty body, moving with their head.

But base the snake is, which in splean doth smite
A suffering nation with the hight of spite,
Whom (so thou silent prove) here, shall not want
In single person, Miriads, to daunt,
And make the wretch, who with disgrace dare load
Thy country, sing a shamefull Palinode.

Or, if amongst us be the monster found,
The mother's gorge that doth invade and wound,
Not sticking superciliously, to breath
Prodigious prognosticks of thy wrath,
(As if the helme of government, to guide
Were left to serve the passion and the pride
Of desperat Sycophants, the coale which blow,
Thee and the state, alike, to overthrow;
Or of these neutrall Atheists, which frequent,
Amphibion like, a doubtsome element,)
A mother's curse let to the pit pursue
This bowel-renting, base, ambiguous crew.

Be Ligature, the dog's sad destinie,
Who for our cure prescrives Phlebotomie.

Whips for thy back (base miscreāt), kept on pay
By hel's black officers; hold on thy way,
Spite venome still, still vomit blasphemies,
Thou Vertue canst not wrong with calumnies.
Thy jaws thou openest like a sepulcher
With presages which sad effects infer,
Bad profite. Bloud and murther thou dost breath,
As, if the issues darke of life and death,
Of Tombs and Trophees, wounds and victorie,
Were mere effects of pow'r or policie.
Heavens, heavens avert, when like the glorious Sun
Our daye's bright Planet hath his course begun,
And like a Bride-groome his bed-chamber leaves,
And comes to cure his native Delos' greeves,
That hardy Phaetons, with might and maine
Who ply the spurs, but cannot rule the raine,
Get charge, to His, and to our danger great,
To drive his royall chariot of state.

Heavens, heavens avert, that in this Hemi-sphear
A sad and ominous Eclipse appear;
That Britaine's brightest eye an uncouth flame
Should dazel: (such as to the nations came
By bold Prometheus' stealth); should marre that light
Whose purer rayes prevented day and night,
Light of th' eternal truth; light, which did shine
From mouths of all the Oracles divine,
In alder times; and which high providence,
Till time be gone, shall to all times dispense.

Shine gloriously, great Monarch, who thy light
Would lessen, let them perish in thy sight.
The meaner fires, which of thy flames pertake,
All in their orbs, their rendevous shall make,

And doe thee homage and submission due,
When Thou (appearing) shalt their day renew,
And, by a long-expected Fiat, fill
Their hearts with joy, which now thy frowns do kill,
Which all attend, all humbly do intreat
With suits by day, by night, reiterate.
Thus shall thy glories grow; thus heavens shall blesse
All thy endeavours; and all tongues expresse
Thy Scotland blest, that hath a Prince brought forth
Vnparallel'de; a people full of worth.

Finis.

THE Cry of Blood and of A Broken Covenant

Written out at first upon the sad Relation of our late Soveraignes most treacherous and inhumane Murther.

TO THE ROYALL MAJESTIE OF K. CHARLES THE II.

King of Great Britaine, France and Ireland, &ct.

Free Accesse (Sir) the Muses plead. Repute
This boldnesse, as conceiv'd to contribute
By Strong desires, that while all eyes observe
Your Motions, famisht hopes no more may starve.
God and your Kingdomes Call. The set tim's come
For Christ, in your Dominions to make rowme.
Beside our Violated Mariage-Band,
Blood cryes for vengeance, 'gainst the Traytrous hand
Of impious Parricids. To plead the last,
And act for proper intrests, Christ's o'repast,
Or judgt but next in order, (as a way
Prepostrous) your designes endanger may.

Go to, Brave Prince; by heavens thy Heart be gain'd,
Seal'd for the Work, that (surety thus obtain'd)
Thy hand attesting, Thine in Truth's defence
Thy Standart may attend, with confidence.

This Solstice breeds amazement: How all eyes
Wait till thou mount thy Coach and climb the Skyes,
That Influence and Vertue, issueing thence
Inferiour Bodies, brought again to sense,
Long in the generall death detain'd, may see
Day once more dawne, renew'd by light from Thee.

Weigh with delayes the consequences fear'd,
Remembring, that attempts which scarce have dar'd
Peep forth at first for their deformity,
Have gain'd, upon acquaintance of the eye.
And when to ripenesse and full strength attain'd,
Smiles have alike and frownes been entertain'd.

THE CRY OF BLOOD AND OF A BROKEN COVENANT.

What horrid Actings force unwilling ears
With worst of news? do fancies and fond fears
Mock troubled minds? or doth a reall blow
For preface passe to Albion's overthrow?
Have Parricids, professing Brother-hood,

The traiterous murther of our late King, most justly to be laid to heart, and duely resented.

Put hand in Cæsar? shed his Royall Bloud?
Low in the dust this Island's Glory laid
And, at one stroak, her Children Orphans made?

O Heavens! O Earth! heer I must pause a space.
Grief's tide flows higher, then, in this sad case,
Can calm'd be by expression: But, to speak,
Allegiance pleads. Men soberest, minds most meek,
Most free of passion, cannot but resent
This high Injustice; yea, in freedome vent
Their Thoughts, and what a dialect to use,
This bloody prelude speaks. Then free-born Muse

Tell Britaine, tell the World, that hence, in vain

Treaties and parleyes to be suspected, the parties being in an unequall posture.

Words shall be heard of any milder straine
Then Martiall eloquence. In trumpets' sound
Be Scotland's Musick henceforth deeply drown'd,

Arms therefore necessary to be ordered and made use of as the God of Arms shall call for and imploy.

From Heav'ns th' alarme, attended orders bee,
All doubts discust, all judgments clear and free.

Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your swords.
Arme Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

1 Sam. 25. 28; 2 Chr. 20. 15.

For our Watchmen, the faithful MINISTRY.

Lift up your voice, Cry Watch-men, cry aloud.

Dangers and duties to be laid forth, and prest from clear, just, and convincing grounds.

Religion suffers by Usurpers, proud,
Of successe insolent. Now, Sion's plea
In dispute is, the Glorious Liberty

From trampling on Religion.

Of Sacred Truth restrain'd, It's beauty marr'd;
Prodigious Toleration boldly dar'd
To be maintain'd. How men upon them take

Despising of Dominion, everting of lawfull Government.

The ground-work of just Government to shake,
On Crowns to Trample, of due pow'r deprive
All pow'rs, from them that pow'r do not derive?

How languisheth the Work of God? His Cause

From marring of God's work and shaming of the Covenant.

Discountenanc'd? Divine and Humane Lawes
All violate? How a reproach become
Our solemne Covenant, abroad, at home?

What grounds for reall fears? What snares contriv'd?

From fears of further attempts, and proof of former snares; from practises against parliaments and domineering over God's Inheritance.

How are of Righteous Priviledge depriv'd
The highest Justice Courts? The honest side,
Expos'd, as preys, to avarice and pride?
Imprison'd, spoil'd, effronted, put to flight,
Of lives and fortunes not secure one night.

Then whether fury's drive? at Christ's own Throne

From displaying of banners against the Son of God, whose enemies are our enemies, and with whose suffering members we are bound to sympathise.

Strike not these Apostates? The Highest One

Engag'd is in our quarrell. We, of late,
Conceiv'd our losses and our suffrings great,
While over-aw'd by Arms, till God arose,
Made bare his Arme, and Proudlings did oppose;
But Rods of Children, reck'ning, here, and there,
We, but the finger, they the loyns do bear.

Where now our fellow-feeling, former zeal?
Shall in this exigent faith also fail?
To you bold freedome fitly doth agree

Joh. 8. 32, 33.

Whom Truth in former Tryalls hath set free.

Take, take your Watch-towre; thence, around you view
As heavens give order, your Commission shew,
Men of God's Counsell. God drives on designes

And last, from God's purposed destruction of obstinate revolters against Truth and lawfull Authority, however imployed for our sins, as the rods of his just indignation.

(In which, his Justice and deep wisdome shines)
By men, whose wills his hand leads on to act
His holy will, and guilty of the fact
Them holds, as having byass'd from his ends,
By other motions turn'd then he intends,
And all for their just ruine. Whence to fire
Shall Rods, when God's Commission doth expire.

What stick we then? shall not the Lord bring down
Perfidious Traytours to Christ Jesus' Crown?
As clouds evanish, as the morning dew,
As Chaffe, and chimney smok driven hence we view,
Shall not divine displeasure sweep away
From off the earth thoses warmes that dimne our day?
Shall publick Prayer, and the secret moan
Of Saints, unanswer'd ly at Justice Throne?
To you the times is given to understand;
Shew, if fit times do call, hand join'd in hand
That all for God, true valour to improve,
With Echoes of joint acclamations, move,
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your Swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme; the Battell is the Lord's.

For the States of Parliament.

God's worthies, in whose hand the Helme to guide

The Muse's freedome with the Estates of Parliament.

Of Government is given, set far a-side
Your private Intrests. Not to make you great,
Proud, Powerfull, or Rich, the Trust of State
On you conferr'd is: for the Publike Good,
Not Goods, your actings would be understood.
On you are many eyes. Eyes, from above,
Below, within, without, pry how ye move,
How equally ye walk. But here I'le hold,

Their pardon humbly pleaded.

And begs your pardon, if I haue been bold.

Now, when our rent Republick's Ship is tost,
With growing stormes; when things of greatest cost
And highest value, by this Isle enjoy'd,
Endanger'd are. Our Soveraigne's life destroy'd,
Our Soveraigne's dearest life; his Royall blood,
(To usher in a shamefull servitude)
Pour'd forth; His Scepters to posterity,
Decern'd a Trophee of proud Tyranny;
These Kingdomes' Heir exild (our Soveraign Lord)
And almost all the Issue, at a word
To be led forth to death (a sacrifice,
In smoake whereof their glory to arise
Unto its highest point, as safest mean
By them, for their securitie foreseen,)
What pawse ye? Whence proceeds this silence deep?

Silence not sutable to a time of so evident danger to Church and State, waiting only in the full ripenesse and fit opportunity, for execution.

Your enemies (beleev't) are not a-sleep.
Shall men so desperately wicked hold
Their hand, the Father of three Nations, bold
To put to death, and not with jealous eye
Look on the Children, tyed to aske them why?

Where your Antcestors' ready hands and hearts?

The Gallantry of our Noble Antcestors propos'd for encouragement to resolution.

Associates look ye for, from forraigne parts

As troubled at our stroake, and by our wound
Of Christian Kings the veynes all opened found?

Or, dare not Judah war with Edom wage,

The history of K. Amaziah 2 Chr. 25. for application.

Till Ephraim, not at one with God, engadge,
Till Israel Arme; which, ordered to depart,
(By this conjunction, Amaziah's heart
Made haughty, and lift'd up,) turnd discontent,
And Judah's Cities spoiling, as they went,
Shed blood at will, and did no outrage spare
That (now-a-dayes) the basest villaines dare.
But what? These gone, did Edom gaine the day?
Was Judah's King delivered as a prey,
For want of pow'r? No. Hee who stay'd the Sun
On Gibeon; and in Ajalon the Moone,
Till on his foes aveng'd; by Judah's hand
A victory most glorious did command
For Judah's host. But grief doth heer arest
My trembling hand, appal'd to write the rest.
To Edom's idols didst thou turn aside
Wretch'd Judah, while their spoiles thou didst divide?
O yes; from Truth, there, shamefully thou fell,
And justly turn'd thy back to Israel,
Which, made thy Rod, thy ruine quickly wrought,
Thy King to Perish, by the People, brought.
God, only wise, your heart with Counsell fill,
That, quitting of your selves like men of skill,
Fast what ye have ye hold, lest all cast down
Built heer-to-fore, ye lose a glorious Crown.

But leaving all on Him, in more and lesse,

All ranks heartned to concurrence by the nearest Tyes of duty to God, King, and Country.

Whose eye must guide you. Now, our King's distresse,
The cry of blood, shed by a murthering hand,
The infamy of a despised Land,
The fowlest of affronts; Call, yea conjure
All ranks, by all the Tyes, known to secure
Religion, publike Interests, private Rights,
'Gainst open force, and undermining slights;

If Piety, Compassion; if the sense
Of deepest wrong, haue weight or influence
On loyall Scottish hearts, in sight of Heaven
Your just resentment and offence made eaven,
As instruments of God joine heart and hand
To raise the Glory of this slighted Land,
Men calling to account, by whom is shed
The blood, that brethren hath unbrothered.

The Taske in hand, suppone the hazard great,

The carrying on of the work put over-confidently on God, from proof of past mercies and former experiences of power and good will to His people.

Yet neither case, nor cure are desperate.
Faith to improve, the Oath of God you tyes,
Whose proof of Mercies mercy yet implyes
Unto Beleevers, fears who dare out-face,
And footsteps of preceeding paths can trace.
Your wayes on him devolve (sure) he will do,
To fight who taught your fingers hitherto.
Frogs, Flyes, Dry bones, Hee, ere ye Armies want,
Shall for you Arme, the Arme of flesh to daunt.
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

For the Commanders in chief and faithfull Souldiery.

Ye, Men of Valour, honorably bred
At armes; whose Glory, deeply Registred,
Stands to succeeding Times, as men of Trust,
Integrity, and tendernes, in Just
Defence of Truth, King, Country, Covenant,

The calling of our deserving Commanders, Officers in chief and Souldiery evidenced, from proof of constant faithfulnesse in the Cause of God, as reserved for the ensueing work.

God calls anew. Behold, he will not want
Your Testimony. Never grounds more clear
For Noble action, did then now appear.

Have guarded been your hearts, your hands kept clean
In Scotland's late Eclipse? How clear is seen

In this God's speciall hand? While not the least

From their witnessing against the unlawfull engagement choosing rather to be without charge, then to charge their consciences with a sinful compliance.

In quality and number, were possest
Of a Malignant Spirit, did ye stand
Free of Compliance, Order, or Command
Destructive to his Cause, and closely kept
At your first Principles? The hand that heapt
Upon them shame did fixe you in your spheare,
That yet his Standart ye on high might reare.

How calme a Peace, what quietnesse of minde

Their peace of minde arising from the sense of mercie, supported against the power of temptations from the Isle of Wight and preservd from acting at Mauchlin-mure, the prelude of an unlucky Tragedy.

I ask, enjoy ye (if a tongue can finde
Words sutable) whom frown, nor favour's smile,
Nor Hopes, nor Honours, from the fatall Isle
Whence were reviv'd our woes, (Preferment, Place,
And Pension proof) enduc't not, charge t' embrace
Saints' blood to shed; while (witnesse to their zeal)
To some, death sign'd a passe; and some a seal
Bare hence, best suteing base Malignancy;
Men, whom unsound diseased Times did try.

But heark! a voice, past whispring in the ear,

Their concession to the late King's removall from Newcastle objected and answered.

Calls for your vindication, how ye clear
Your Rendring in the powre of Armed bands
Your Rendred Prince, while pow'r was in your hands.

But, (as profest, protested, and declard,

1. As proceeding from Trust to these manifold professions, protestations, declarations, yea engagement of the publike faith of the Kingdom in order to a safe, free and honourable Treaty between the King and Parliament.

2. From the foreseen danger to the Work of Reformation and breach of the peace of the Kingdoms through his Ma, supposed purpose of addresse to Scotland, being firme in judgment and profestly standing for grounds solemnly abjured by Us and destructive of the Covenant.

Yea publick faith empaund,) who have not heard
How, not a shew pretended of intent,
Save (for a Treaty with the Parliament)
To serve his Royall Person for a guard,
Yet, of base acts they not the basest spar'd
Could serve their ends? And, what the Consequence
Had (heer) produc't, (if by your conduct hence
He should haue hither turn'd, while broiles and blood,
(Effects of factions and of tumults rude)
The Land did fill, who lay aright to heart?
Yea, while his resolution not to part
With principles (exprest, by him, a Tye
Which Life and Crownes engadg't,) for Prelacy

And book of Pray'r, so solemnly abjur'd:
While this His minde his Majestie assur'd,
Who could haue (heer) comply'd? Who, saue these men
(Our Peace-disturbers) should haue said Amen?
How (both within, and from without, renu'd)
Had not a bloody dispute thence ensu'd?
Us, Conscience of our League keept firme. If they
Prevaricating, wickedly did stray
From Honour, Duty, Faith, then grounds how Just
Thus offer, how this doubt may be discust?

The ignoble carriage of those perfidious Impostors (betrayers of trust) a just motive for men of honour so fowly faild to, to call to account the Authors and complices of this impudent Treachery.

How best your candour and ingenuous way
May as the Sun appear at the Noon-day,
Endeavouring (in due time) to Right a wrong,
Which heavens, though men should passe, shall judge ere long.

A broken Covenant, base perjury,

All degrees sensible of God's and the Kingdom's dishonour called to joine with the King (owning the Cause and Covenant) in charging home upon wicked Covenant-breakers this inexpiable injury.

All with their sin who stick not to comply,
Call to make ready, and for God to rise,
For King and Country, lookt on as a prise
By men of bloods. Thus shall fowl mouths be closde
Your streight proceedings to reproach disposde,
Thus Scotland's glory grow, and thus made known
That Gedeon's hundreds heer, our God will own,
Lead forth, and fit, when he the word shall give
For him to Act; dead hearts who can revive,
Even prompt your hands and Spirits for these ends
On which the Generall Happinesse depends,
The Prince and People acting (one in heart
In Will and Counsell) each, a gallant part,
Engadg'd in God; on which condition closde
Our Noble undertakings are supposde,
That all obstructions from the way remov'd
By Uniforme consent may be approv'd.
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

For the People and Commonalty.

God's precious people, Commons of the Land,

The people owning their interest in the promises, by reason of Christ's donation with the Isles and ends of the earth, Psal. 2, the prime motive of their entring in Covenant and acting for Christ.

Religion's forward friends with Life in hand,
For Christ who have adventred, meerly driven
By reason of his Right and Title given
To earth's remotest ends; by whom enclinde
This Generation, seriously did minde
Their Intrest in the Promises to owne,
By Gospell Light made to Beleevers known,
Held forth unto the Church; from whence to heart
Was lay'd, (in speciall duty on our part)
For Christ, King, Country, into Covenant
To enter, and rich successe ne'er did want
While honestly, in Men and Angels' view
We jointly moving, did joint ends pursue.
And now, while after so much blood's expense,

The work of Reformation being far advanced, and great difficulty overcome, GOD hath permitted men, for our sins, yet for a season, to obstruct the way.

Cost, Paines, and prayers (in our Just Defence)
Our hopes were far advanc'd, Behold, the way
Obstructed is anew. Ludibrious Clay
Dare craule on borrowed leggs, and Heaven defy,
The Son of God take on its top, and try
His work to overturne, Himself dethrone,
And, in the hand of his Anointed One,
The Scepter break. What honest heart not bleeds,
What spirit's not on edge, at these misdeeds,
These unexampled Acts, that dim the glory
To these, and after-times, of Christian story?

But face they hitherward in Arms? what then?

God's people encouraged upon Solide grounds to stand to their duty.

Choose slaves to darknesse, servants unto men,
To yeeld yourselves or venter? Yet a day
Doth Christ (heer) call for, on His Royall way
Of noble conquest, can it sute your minde,
Your spirits, by a Covenant refin'd,

Not to attend His Orders, who in vaine
You kept not hitherto, that ye remaine
Till now unvanquish'd? set before your eyes
What, even what not, at stake in hazard lyes,
And, gath'ring from past practise, how have been
All your attempts for Christ successefull seen,
Set foreward stoutly, in his strength stand to it,
Not bow nor shield, the Lord's Right Hand must do it,
Who, if our King He Instrumentall make,

The King's owning the work (when stirred up for that end by the Lord) to be held for a token of good.

As Orderer of the Play, the stage to take
(In answer to our earn'st desires), by all,
Be held a presage most auspicious shall,
For which we pray, yea hope; that grounds to none
Occur, of controversie 'gainst the Throne;
As of his Diadems the Royall Right
He would establish (in his foes' despight)
To Christ committed, every way beside
God's way disclaim'd; As on His part to side,
Engage he would the pow'rs of Earth and Heaven,
And, by His Order, may (for word) be given:
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

For the KING.

Great Prince, whose honour doth the honour staine

The King honoured by God above other Kings as having committed to him the Scepter of Government over lands gifted to Christ in speciall manner.

Of greatest Princes, Righteous Soveraigne,
The Scepter over Kingdoms set to swey,
That gifted are to Christ in speciall way,
Where, while He Lawes for Government doth give,
And takes the Throne, hath mad't Thy lot to live.

Three Crowns of Him thou hold'st, by long descent,

The improving of just power for the advantage of Christ's Interests, the surest pillar for supporting of the Kings Thrones.

These, for advantage of the just extent
Of His prerogative, so Thou improve,
Thy throne's-establishments best mean shall prove.

Him to acknowledge Heavens thy heart incline,

Christ to be acknowledged in His Royall Prerogative, and to be made use of in all his Offices, as one by whom Kings reign, Prov. 8. 15; and who removeth and setteth up Kings, Dan. 2. 21, at his pleasure.

In all His Offices; thy duties line
That not transgressing, as ingag'd, He may
Imploy for thee His pow'r, May in the day
Of danger make thy peace, and wisedome give,
Thy people's dying heart's how to revive,
For bow before Him, as the meanest, must
The Most, and Mightiest of created dust.

His Three-fold Scepter can no Rule admit,

Regall Power and Authority consistent with the absolutenesse of Christ's Soveraignty.

But such as doth his absolutenesse fit
Of Soveraignty, which most consistent stands
With Regall pow'r, by Him put in thy hands,
For, who Himself the Lord Jehovah shew,
Hath said, to Cæsar give what's Cæsar's due.

Learn to submit, to Him betimes to flee,

The King's heart a fit blank to put in Christ's hand to fill up, and in proof of the reality of the offer the signing of the Covenant, in securing of Religion, necessary.

That lifted up by Him thy head may be;
A blank put in His Hand; upon thy heart
The heads that He may fill, for either part,
Of an eternall League; In which to deal
Ingenuously that thou intends, the Seal
Set to the holy Band, (A priviledge
To every King not Common) for a pledge
Of faith ingag'd shall serve, and clear thy way
Of great obstructions, in thy Rising day.

Far, far be from thee, as thy judgement's stroke,

To walk in the counsell of the wicked, and joine in the yock of bad association, to be guarded against by the King, in his tender years, as against a sure stroak of judgement.

To join thy shoulder in unequall yoke
Of bad associations, or to call
Unto thy counsell men of Beliall,
Who, in thy tender bosome, to infuse
The poyson of bad principles will chuse.

Grief fills our hearts so soon to see thy reigne;

Scotland's grief and Scotland's joy.

Yet joy we ever, Sacred Soveraigne,
That from thy Father's loines, who Rul'd of late,
Succeedeth One to fill the Chaire of State,
From Race to Race, all whose Dominions may
Thy just commands most loyally obey.

Spare, Spare (we pray) to give thy Scotland ground,

The prejudice of intertained jealousies between the King and his Subjects.

More deep and deadly, that may make her wound
By harboring, in a jealous heart, mistakes,
Of which the thought the very ground-work shakes
Of mutuall confidence. O daign to hear
Their just desires, with thee who burden bear,
To stand and fall, to live and dy with thee
In God, whose bands Inviolable be.

Thy judgment Heavens informe, and clear what tye
On Christian Subjects doth convincing lye,
Attempts to owne, for which those men do move,
Who most unjustly thy just pow'r improve,
And pleading for all crimes commission, staine
The tender honour of a Soveraigne,
As tyrant turn'd. We humbly do deny,

The duty of loyall Subjects as relating to Christ's absolute Soveraignty.

These practises may passe for loyalty
To God, and thee in Him, our duties bound
To Soveraignty supreme relating found,
So that on us restraining bonds are laid,
Till surety of Religion be made,
Till Solemn League and Covenant be own'd
By Thee, for Christ, in Truth's defence, enthron'd,
To which, while in suspense of thy consent,
Our hands are feeble, and our spirits faint.

These minding come, and put in exercise
Thy Regall pow'r; of all Thine enemies
The necks be given Thee, to be trampled on,
Religion, Government, Christ's and Thy Throne
Who dare oppose. O that thou may'st lay hold
And fasten grips upon these locks of Gold
Found on Time's fore-head, and from events learn
Of ling'ring Resolutions to discern
Sad successes. Thus Heaven Thy counsels blesse,
And make Thy Throne a Throne of Righteousnesse.
As Monarch of thy Subjects' hearts, for Thee
Thus many to the Throne of Grace shall flee,

And plead Thy cause, for whose just interests, all
Shall cordially cry, when God doth call,
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

Grounds of Hope for Beleevers.

But smiles the Sectary? how with disdain
Heard is the freedom of the Muse's strain?
Us adversaries brave on either hand,

Dangers and difficulties arising on all hands, grounds of Confidence offered from the Word of truth in the subsequent propositions.

These, on successefull fate's smooth conduct stand.
Grown desperate are others, whose disgrace
Through failings of attempts, leaves shame of face.
Both at advantage ly. Shall this breed fear?

When-and-wheresoever the Mistery of Christ is broken up, and Reformation advanced, then and there shall the Church the ruine of many enemies, Zech. 13. 1, 2, 3, &ct. compared with, Zech. 12. 3; Revel. 3. 10.

No: We a Chiftain follow who shall clear
Our way, and (in this sad temptation's houre,
On travell, in the greatnesse of his pow'r,
As gifted with Earth's ends and Isles, where we,
Rul'd by His Scepter, live) shall the decree

A people solemnly owned by God before the world, and sought out by his standart, need not fear their fals brethren when God begins to appear, in strength and fury, like himself against them, Isa. 62. 10, 11, 12, compared with Isa. 63. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Past in his favours earst (even Ours, by right
Of promise) see, for us fulfil'd, in spight
Of opposition, on his word who rest,
Whose times, and wayes of working are the best.

How-ever (often) persecuting foes
Saints' blood have shed, yet (while this tempest blows)

When Antichrist shall be fully revealed the Lord shall consume him, 2 Thess. 2. 7, 8.

Who not discerne (unto its greatest hight
The throne of Antichrist attain'd, the light
Of many Gospel Truths begun to shine)

When Christ takes armes for his Church, although the enemy should overflow, he shall lift up his Standard in Vengeance against him, Isaiah 59. 17, 18, 19; Psal. 18.

That, drest in Armes for warfare (to refine
His Gold, and purge away the object Ore)
Christ is marchd forth (flames ushering him before)
In bloody Garments, through destruction dyde
Of Truth's opposers, who shall prosperous ryde

Christ having risen, after long silence and suffering, will so much the more be active against his enemies, Isa. 42. 13, 14.

In Triumph, minding (hence) an active way
Before as silent, in his suffering day?

For (meerly) Civill things did we contend
(As, in this case, Lands a Religious end
Professing, (nothing so), deserv'dly, have
Been trampled on,) us might our hopes deceive.
But formally for Christ, in termes direct
We for his title stand, (all due respect
Had to our Soveraigne's intrests, in the right
Of all his Crownes). Will Christ his quarrell slight,

Whoever assay to make void Christ's establisht Yoke Them shall Christ vexe, Psal. 2. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Not vindicate His Honour? not maintain
The setled Order of his house, in vain
Els heer (alone) establisht by his hand

Where God hath a vineyard of red wine settled, he will keep it lest any hurt it, Isa. 27. 2, 3.

At such expense of Means, throughout the Land,
Yea of his People's blood, dear in his sight?
Which Order (hitherto) gainst hellish slight

What God hath done at the expense of his Saints blood, he will not easily forgoe, Psal. 116. 13.

And brutish force, so tendered Providence,
That, not one dyat of his Church, hath (thence)
Been mar'd from meeting; neither any part

If they have not gained ground, they shall not gaine ground, Psal. 129. 2, 5. So Calvin.

Of all his work foes suffred to evert.

The choice place, where to dwell he doth encline,
In beauty where his Ordinances shine,
Will he not care for, cover with his wing,
And guard against those men, a meaner thing

Bloody Covenant breakers, having had great successe, shall not live long, Ps. 55. 19, 20, 23.

Who counted have the Oath of God, and past
So lightly, from proud necks, his yoke to cast?

Will he, aveng'd who violated faith

Profaners of the oath of God shall not prosper or escape, Ezek. 17. 15, 18, 19, evident in Uladislaus K. of Hungarie beaten at Varna by Amurath the 6.

In heathen's favours, on his People hath,
In favours of his People, from on high,
Let passe unplagued heathnish perfidie?
While some designe, Christ next a King to place;
Or (thus disguisde) are found upon the chace
Of self-advantages, a cloake to draw
Of zeal, of duety of supremest Law.
Yea, while with Christ, deny'd to raigne alone,
Their Dagon Others, his divided Throne

To share do offer, and with Christ to dwell

Christ purposeth to hold house where he purgeth the Sons of Levi, and there to come neare to judgement for his people, Mal. 3. 1-3, 4, 5.

Have priviledged all the powers of hell.

Is Christ his house of purging at the paines,
And planting men, by whom his Kingdome gaines,

It is a Gospel-and-peaceable time, and a Token for good to his people when God sends forth faithfull and honest Ministers, Jer. 3. 15, 18.

(A Ministrie according to his heart)
That bloody hands the Gospel spoiles should part?

When the barren is made the mother of many children, and gets God for her husband, there is large peace and priviledges promist, Isa. 54. 1, 2, 4, 5, 13, 14, 15, 17.

Or hath our Lord a tender brood begot
Of children heer, his weaklings to devote
To bloody hands, his youth; whose chiefest thing
Desirable, is to detaine the King;
Yea, while on life and death resolv'd they have

While a people do cleave to God, he is engadged to own them and do for them, 2 Chron. 15. 2.

Close to his Truth and Covenant to cleave?

In mouths of all the Prophets, whence arise

God would reveal it to his Servants if he purposed to destroy, who in this case would not promise good, Amos 3. 7.

Our joyes of successe, speaks the Sprite of lyes?
Or shall the Saints, to whom he doth declare
His counsell, (friends, who on his secrets are)

Christian walkers with God would not be altogether strangers to God's purpose, if he intended to destroy, Joh. 15. 15; Psal. 25. 14.

With what he doth acquainted, in this case,
(This case alone) for hopes have shame of face?

Brought low (indeed deserv'dly) we have been,

The hope of his people shall not make them ashamed haveing to do with transgressours without a cause.

And yet may low be laid, that every mean
In which we might conceat, abasde may be,
Even all our Glorie's pride staind we may see.

When God's people are laid low, he must recover them, Deut. 32. 36.

But when in us all strength is spent and gone,

The work which the Lord hath begun and far prosecute, he will perfect, Deut. 3. 2, 4.

Turne and Repent him shall that Holy One;
He, all whose wayes his searchlesse wisdome sute,

The rods of his people tending to bring them under the bond of the Covenant will be the ruine of rebells, Ezek. 20. 37, 38.

And for his Works perfection contribute
Shall purge the Land, and Rebels' plots supplant,
Unmindfull never of his Covenant:

God will alway minde his Covenant, while his people stick by it, Psal. 111. 5.

Els with that Throne of sin should Christ partake
For framing mischief, which a Law doth make.

The Throne of iniquitie set up without God and maintained without him decreeing mischief against God & Godlinesse shall not have standing before him, Psal. 94. 20, 21.

May never dawne to us that horrid day,
(Day of rebuke and blasphemy,) on way
While brought the Child is to the place of birth,
That from the womb strength faileth to bring forth.

When the child is come to the birth, and all done to a little, it were a day of blasphemie if it were not brought forth, 2 Kings 19. 3, compared with Isa. 66. 9.

For say, all means should fail, how great our shame
To doubt that Christ shall magnifie His Name.

How ever heer iniquitie abound,
Yea sin on foot, to fill the Land be found,

Though sin do abound God will not forsake his people, yea the holy seed shall be the substance of the land, Jer. 51. 5; Isa. 6. 13.

Yet he, his People who doth not foresake,
The Holy Seed shall for its substance take,
And with his vine (provockt) if he debate,

If God smite a growing vine he must debate with it in measure suteable to its being and wellbeing, Isa. 27. 3, 6, 7, 8.

The stroake in measure he shall moderate.

Then shew we faces, foes let us defy,
While Jesus Christ his Standard rears on high.
Fall may who ripe are to receive the Crown,
Or rotten branches, fit for hewing down,
But fall who will, the Cause shall never fall,
While stick to him a seed, a Remnant shall.
For he, who comes in judgement, Lands to sift,

When God comes near to Judgement against sorcerers, then will he swiftly judge false swearers, Mal. 3. 5.

Against the sorcerers, a witnesse swift,
Shall, cloath'd with vengeance, poure contempt and shame
Upon false-swearers, by His Holy Name.
Then Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your Swords.
Arme, Gallants, arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

Grounds of Comfort and Encouragement for the Secret Mourners of England (and els where) resolving stedfastnes in the Covenant.

But tym'st Thou, with deep sighs, thy Song? do tears

The lands cald to mourning and humiliation in day of the Lord's deep displeasure, Ezek. 9.

Their fountaines force, and Muse, while Britaine hears
No language but Alarmes, no milder sounds
Then of engadgements, Tumults, Death and Wounds?

Weep, justly weep. Tears sute the season. This,
A day, in which God calls for mourning, is,
A gloomy day, in which the Childe of Light

Of our darkness, Isa. 50. 10.

Sitt's in the shads of darknes, short of sight.
The day of Joseph's straits; of deep distresse

Of Joseph's affliction and Sion's tryall in England and Ireland, under pressure of sectarian power.

To many a precious soul, chaisde (for redresse)
To him who's Mighty, on whom help is layd,
His suffring Members, by his Arme to ayd,
(His Arme, that earst proud Rahab, and the snaike

Amos 6. 6; Heb. 6. 18; Psal. 90. 19.

In peeces cut, and way through waves did make)
That yet made bare, it may awake, to wound
The Dragon's Seed, from principles unsound

The lively delineation of whose tenets and course (drawn by the Holy Ghost) may be seen in the 2 of the 2 Epistle of Peter and in the Epistle of Jud.

Which poison spreading and dispersing snares
The simpler to surprise, by fraud or fears
Unstable souls seduce; from whence (the way
Of Truth blasphem'd) are vexd, from day to day,
The souls of Saints; while men, who mischief frame,
Like raging waves, foame forth their filth and shame.

The Publick foe be These, O England, These

These the publick enemy of England, and the rod upon the lot of the Righteous, there.

Shall Tasks enjoyne, and straiten (as they please)
The cords of thy Captivity, at best
The rods are, on the Righteous lot that rest.

These the covert enemy of Scotland, lying at advantage against the Lord's Inheritance, here.

How-ever bound in Conscience to resent
Their practises, whence doth arise our Rent,
To you, for War, do not our Trumpets sound.

No message but of peace to Christ's suffering members there.

No. Your sad posture doth our Spirits wound,
In order unto which resolv'd we have

Unanimity and Brotherly association to be intertained with them in order to the League & Covenant, and prosecution of the ends thereof.

With you, and for you, to our League to cleave,
With Charity to All, who pure and clean
To keep their Garments, upon guard have been,
And waiting are, God's Way and Time to take,
The Yock of bondage from thrald necks to shake

That both here and there, God may be feared and the King honoured, 1 Pet. 2. 17.

That, (as sweet fruits from these effects) may spring
The Fear of God, and Honour of the King.

Awake to duties then; your eyes be fixd

In pursuence of these ends, England (in God's oppor tunity) upon clear grounds encouraged to duties.

Upon these ends. Become shall Ephraim (mix'd
Among the People) like an unturn'd Cake,
Or heartlesse Dove, discourag'd, faint, and weak?
God (doubtlesse) for himself, airl'd (earst) in Thee

1. As a Land long ago arled and owned by Christ, so many faithfull Martyres haveing layed down their lives for him there.

A Church O England, set from darknesse free,
While at the stake, thy faithfull Martyrs stood
A good Confession, sealing with their blood.
Yea, God the Bargan (yet again) renewd

2. As a Land which hath revived the Bargan afresh with Christ, having sworn his Covenant and sealed it with so many lives, sacrificed for it, there. God hath in wisedom made the enemy in that land be seen in their Colours, hath gathered together with arms in their hands, and permitted to stur (as he hath set the bounds) for manifesting his own Glory in his Churche's Deliverance, by their more speedy overthrow, and the fuller execution of fury upon them.

When that espoused Land, with love pursud,
His Covenant did swear, and at low rate
Did value lives, that Jesus might be great.

Lo! God hath wisely, and to purpose, brought
His foes together arm'd, for Armes who sought,
And let them out a link, that stir they may,
Yet so as no where, but as He gives way,
Thus shall He in one houre, or day, decide
What else some ages dispute might abide.

Wait on ye then, whose weight is Sion's case;

God to be waited upon as One who shall surely gather, and rejoyce the sad hearts of the scattered Remnants of that land, and else where, to whom the reproach of his house is a burden, Zeph. 3. 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.

Wait on that Holy One who hides his face
From Jacob's house; sure, He you gather shall,
And tenderly deal with his remnants small.

For our correction, and their overthrow

However God hath established there, for a season a prevailing enemy, for Judgement, (even the ruine of that Malignant party that first took the sword against him) as also for our correction, Hab. 1. 12. Yet shall the vision speak and be heard in its apointed time, Ibid. 2. 3.

Who 'gainst him first ingadg'd, hath God this foe
Rais'd up, but heard shall in its season be
The vision. Issu'd forth is the decree.

But friends their fit time, foes their fatall houre,
It's time God's Glory (from His acts of pow'r)
Their times, yea promises conditionall
Have for accomplishment. The work withall

Freinds, enemies, the work, God's glory, as also conditionall promises (as Levit. 26. 41; 1 Kings 8. 38) haveing all their apointed times of advantage, disadvantage, advancement, manifestation and accomplishment, till the times of all the forsaids meet, none may judge or complaine of God's delayes.

Its time of best advantage hath. Assign'd
To each the proper time is. Till we finde
All in one point to meet, none may complain,
Nor of delayes a jealous thought retain.
Let this suffice, your times are in his hand,
Who from the fire can pluck a kindled brand,

And like a mighty man, rous'd up from sleep,
Shall help right early, and the best time keep.

His Reck'ning from Eternity he laid,

It may suffice, that in his hands are the times of his elect, Psal. 31. 15; who keeps the best time, and will help right airly, Psal. 46. 5.

And times, and wayes, and means harmonious made
To bring to passe His Ends; and did foresee
Delayes, which arbitrary were and free,
To his deep wisdome, gainfull. So though (now)
Ye know not what he doth, ere-long to you
His face he shall unvail. Then make no hast,
Yee who by faith, on promises can feast,
But patience shew, till God shall give the word,
Which Heaven and Earth to publish shall accord.
Let Colours fly, Drums beat. Gird on your Swords.
Arme, Gallants, Arme. The Battell is the Lord's.

Close.

But duties to enforce, sith words are weak,
And grounds of hops, men's confidence to take,
Till God put to his hand; Great King of Saints,
In whom for Thine nor pow'r nor wisdom wants,
On Thee alone is left, That light divine
May by the Spirit to our Watch-men shine,
Keept free and faithfull, Taught the times to know,
By them, that Counsell (seasonably) may flow.

May all our Rulers, singly seek the ends,
Proposd in Covenant with Thee; what tends
To Truth's advantage (in their heart acquaint
With Christ), to prosecute be their intent,
That (self-deny'd) all grounds of jealousies
May perish, (private ends far from their eyes)
And shoulders joining, unto duties prone,
The work may equally be caried on.

Be Souldiers like the Cause, and Spirit given
By God, unto their undertakings eaven.

Profannesse and oppression both be far
From all engadging in this Holy War.

Know may aright all Ranks the quarrel's spring,
Before him, in their Spirits floorishing,
Not shrinking at supplyes, while all is layd,
And in decision, as the game is playd.

May light break in upon our Soveraigne's soul
All Counsell, not for good, that may controul,
To lead him in this Maze, discovering snares,
That grounds are of his danger, of our fears.
That joine he may, in heart, for God, and glad
The Land, our blessing, and our glory made.

Foes be reclaim'd, for whom is purposd good,
Who Peace lay hold on purchased by blood,
But perish all, who principled from hell,
Hold on their way and proudly means repell.

O let thy people's hearts, (confirmd in faith
Of much good-will) rest chearfull underneath
Thy exercising hand, in confidence
Pursuing duties, that due glory thence
To Thee may rise, to whom all knees shall bow,
And wait with praises to perform the Vow.

Finis.

Some Psalmes translated and presented for a proof to publick view, wherby to discerne of the whole being conformed to this essay.

By A Weilwiller to the work of Reformatioun, who makes humble offer of his weak endeavours.

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Verse numbers of psalms appear as sidenotes.

To all the sinceare seekers of the Lord, and in him spirituall furniture from the liuelie fountaines of his holy word.

Let not seeme strange that (heere) no studied phrase
Charme thy conceat, and itching eare amaize.
Simplicitie of words, stile grave, posd, plaine,
The Spirit (doubtles) did no chuise in vaine.
Pure streams, from purest fountaines, to present,
In David's language, David's minde to vent
My purpose is. Thogh for this task but able,
As we a liveing face sie on a table
In charcoale draughts: or, as a body true,
The eye taks vp, when but its shade wee view,
Yett, for this chairge, (in strength how e're wneavin),
As God hath furnischt, I againe have givin,
Where, so thow lyff and pow'r from him perceaue,
Both for thy good and mine, my end I haue.
For, if I can, whiles I with Dauid sing,
To Dauid's harp, my hart in consort bring,
And profite thee, so God the glorie gett,
To my weak ayme, no end beside is sett.

I.

1

The man is blessed verilie
Who walketh not astray
In counsell of vngodlie men,
Nor stands in sinners' way,

2

Nor sitts in scorners' seat, but setts
On God's law his delight,
And stedfastlie his law doth minde
And muse on, day and night.

3

Hee shall be like vnto the tree
Sett by the river side,
In seasoun due which fruit brings foorth,
Whose leaves ay blooming bide.

4

His workes shall prosper all; not so
Vngodlie men, for they
Shall be like chaffe, which stormie wynds
Sweep suddenlie away.

5

In judgment therfore shall not stand
Men wicked and profane,
Nor sinners, where the righteous flock
Assembled do remaine.

6

For, who so righteous paths persue,
The Lord doth know their way;
But perrish shall the way of sin,
Wherin the wicked stray.

II.

1

Why rage the heathen? Why to thoughts
So vaine, give people place?

2

Earth's kings and rulers ryse, resolv'd
Rebellioun to embrace,
Against the Lord, against his Christ;
Consulting thus they say:

3

Ther bands lett ws asunder break,
Ther cords cast quite away.

4

Butt hee whose seat is heaven sall laugh,
The Lord sall them deride,

5

And in his indignation just,
Against them then proceid.
Yea tell them, while hee troubles sore,
(Incensd) doeth on them bring,

6

I on my Sion's holy hill,
Anointed have my King.

7

I, Thee decree will intimate;
The Lord hath said to me,
My sonne belov'd thow art, to day
I have begottin thee.

8

Ask, and for ane enheritance,
The heathen sall be thyne;
For a possessioun, vnto thee
Earth's ends I will assigne.

9

A rod of iron them to breake,
For scepter shalt thow swey.
Them all to peeces shalt thow dash,
Like potter's brittle clay.

10

Kings therfor now be wise; O learne
Ȝee, who earth's judges sitt;

11

Serve God with fear, amidst your joyes
A reverent aw admitt.

12

O kisse the sonne, lest in his wraith
Yee perrisch from the way.
Iff once his furie flame, who trust
In him how happy they.

III.

2 Sam. 15. 14-16.

Thus Dauid sung, in straits, when hee
From Absolon his sonne, did flie.

1

O Lord how ar my foes encreast?
Against me manie ryse.

2

How manie of my soule doe say,
(Thy pow're who dare despise)

3

No help's for him in God, but thow,
My sheeld in tyme of neid,
My glory art. When languisching,
Thow (Lord) liftst vp my head.

4

I with my voyce did seek the Lord,
Hee from his holy hill

5

Did ansuer mak. I laid me doun;
Sleep all my fears did still.

6

I wak'd againe, for me the Lord
Sustainde. Ten thousand laid
Of people, raging me around,
Mee cannot mak affreyde.

7

Arise, O Lord, me save my God,
For thow hast foild my foes,
And on the cheikbone smiten all,
That wp against me rose.

8

Thow brocken hast the wicked's teeth.
Salvation doeth alone
To thee belong. Thy blessing, Lord,
Thy people is vpon.

IV.

1

God of my righteousnes, to thee
When I my suit doe send,
Doe not withdraw thyne eare from me,
Bot to my cry attend.
When in distresse, perplex'd I pind,
Thow didst enlarge me (Lord);
O lett me now thy favour find,
To my requeist accord.

2

Why stryve yee still (men's sonns) to staine
My glory with disgrace?
How long will yee (in what is vaine
Delighting) lyes embrace?

3

Know for him selff the Lord hath sett
The Godlie man apart.
I certainlie will hearing gett,
When I my sins impart.

4

Submitt and tremble, goe not on
To sin, in anie case;
Talk with your hearts apart, vpon
Yor beds, and be at peace.

5

The sacrifice of righteousnes
Lett your oblation be,
And place your trust wt stedfastnes
On God allennerly.

6

Whence anie good (by many thus
Is murmured) shall wee have?
Lord lift thow vp thy light on ws,
Thy countenance wee crave.

7

My heart more cheirfull hast thow made,
Then when of corne and wyne
A plenteous increase them maks glad;
Thair joy is not lyk mine.

8

In peace I'le both ly doun and sleep,
For thow, thow only (Lord),
For me to duell midst dangers deep,
In saiftie dost afford.

V.

1

Heare, Lord, my words, O let have weght
My worke of discowrse, heart wt thee,

2

My voice's cry, my King and God,
Acceptable let be.

3

For thee implore I will. My voice
Lord thow shalt ayrely hear.
Ile order ayrly my request,
And looking wp appear.

4

For not a God that taks delight
In wickednes thow art,

5

With thee no evill duells; the fooll
Sall from thy face depairt.

6

All workers of iniquitie
Thow hatst; the Lyar (Lord)
Thow wilt cutt off; by thee ar false
And bloodie men abhorrd.

7

Bot as for me, whom thow hast made
Thy mercies manifold
By frequent prooff pertake, the way
Vnto thyne house Ile hold;
The temple of thy holinesse
My worschip shall respect,
Which in thy feare accomplishing
I thither shall direct.

8

Becaus of my observers lead
Me in thy righteousnes,

9

O Lord; to me, thy pathes mak plaine;
For found no faithfullnes
Is in ther mouthes; within them lurks
All wickednes & wrong:
Ther throats ane open sepulcher,
They flatter with ther tong.

10

Destroy thow them, O God; them caus
By ther owne counsells fall,
For ther transgressiouns multiply'd
Them bring to ruine all;
For they against thee stubburnely
Rebellion have embrac'd.

11

But lett all them rejoyce, in thee
Whose confidence is plac'd.

Shout may they still for joy, becaus
Protect'd they are by thee;

12

All them that love thy name, O Lord,
In thee lett joyfull be.
For on the righteous man, O Lord,
Thy blessing doth abide;
Him shall thy favour as a sheild
Secure on every side.

VI.

1

Me to rebuik forbeare, O Lord,
Whill kendled is thine ire,
Nor chasten me whill flameing is
Thy wraith's consumeing fire.

On me compassion take, O Lord,
For voyd of strenth am I.
Heal me, O Lord, for in my bons
Sore troubled do I fry

3

Sore troubles vexe my weghted soule,
Bot thow, how long, O Lord?

4

Turne, Lord; O turne, wnto my soule
At length releiff afford.

5

O save me for thy mercies sake,
For none, in death, ther bee
Thee to remember. In the grave
Who sall give thanks to thee?

6

With groaneing weary groune, all night
To suime I make my bed;
My couch I water wt my tears,
In great abundance shed.

7

By reasoun of excessive greiff
Consumed is my sight;
And waxeth old because of all
Mine enemyes' despight.

8

Ye workers of iniquitie
From me do all depart;

9

For, of my mournefull groanes, the voyce
The Lord hath laid to heart.

10

The Lord my prayer hath receav'd,
Who to my suite gave eare;
Sore vexd and (blushing), all my foes
With sudden shame releaue.

VII.

Concerning Cush the Benjamite,
His words thus David did endyte.

1

Lord, thow my God art, great in might,
I put my trust in thee;
Opprest and persecute by spight,
Save and deliuer me.

2

Save, lest my trembling soule the foe
Doe lyk a lion, teare,
And rent without releeff, whill no
Deliu'rer doth appear.

3

If guiltie, Lord my God, I be
Of this; if in my hands
Be wickednesse; of amitie
Iff I have brock the bands,

4

Rewarding evill to my freends;
Yee, have not him rescued,
Who (causlesse) did my hurt intend,
My soule let be persewed.

5

Of it my partie lett mak prey,
Yea, lett him (as wer just)
My lyff on earth tread doun, and lay
My honour in the dust.

6

Rise, Lord, enraig'd; thy throne O take,
My foes ar furious growne.
To thy appointed judgment wake,
For me thy might mak known.

7

So throngs of people sall enclose
And glaidlie compasse thee.
Vp therfor, Lord, becaus of those,
Returne thow vpon high.

The Lord the people, more and lesse,
Sall judge; Lord, judge thow me
According to my righteousnes
And my integrity.

9

The malice of the wicked bound,
O bring it to ane end!
But stable lett the just be found
By search; thow dost discend

10

Into the heart and reins, just Lord;
God is a scheeld to me;
To all hee saiftie doth afford,
In hart who vpright be.

11

God judgeth just men; bot abhor'd
Of God, is every day

12

The wicked. Hee will whet his sword
Vnlesse hee change his way.
His bow is bent and readie made,

13

For him death's weapons gott;
Prepar'd his arrowes, to invade
The persecuters hott.

14

Behold hee travelleth with payne,
To hatch iniquity,
And (great with mischeeff), vexd in vayn,
Brings forth at last a lie.

15

A pitt he (purposelie) prepar'd,
And digt it deep, bot fall
Deserv'dlie, in the ditch ensnaired,
For others made, hee shall.

16

His wicked plotts all, which by slight
Of violence he wroght,
At last sall on his own head light,
And back on him be broght.

As righteous, I the Lord did try
His praise I will proclaime;
Sing praise will I vnto the high
Jehovah's holie name.

VIII.

1

Lord, our Lord, in all earth thy name
How excellent wee prove!
Thy glory heaven's most glorious frame
Who hast advanc'd above.

2

From babs' and sucklings' mouths thy might
Who foundst, thy foes to foyle,
To still the enemie; his spight,
In whom revenge doth boyle.

3

When as thy heavins (in beautie bright)
Before my eyes ar broght,
The moone, the twinckling starrs of night,
Works, by thy finger wroght;

4

O what is man, that him so much
Thow mindst, a thing so vaine?
Or what the sonne of man, that such
To visite thow shouldst daigne?

5

For lytle wnder Angells' state
Thow stablishd hast his seed;
With honour and with glorie great,
Thow hast adorn'd his head.

6

Him thow preferrd, as Lord found meet,
O're all thy works to raigne;
All, dooing homage at his feett,
Proclame him soveraigne.

7

Him flocks and heards, both wyld and tame,
Beasts of the feeld, obey;
Nor foule nor fish his chairge disclame,
Through clouds or seas wch stray.
Whatever sorts these paths frequent
Subdud thow hast the same.
Lord, our Lord, O how excellent
In all earth is thy name.

IX.

[OMITTED]

17

No mercie shal the Godles get,
But (heidlongs) hurld in hell,
With natiouns all, that God forgett,
In vttir darknes duell.

18

For, not for evir shall the poore
O'repast, affliction sie,
Nor shall their hopes, who wrongs endure,
Still disapointed be.

19

Arise, O Lord, thin arme forth streach!
Shall worms of earth prevaill?
To tremble at thy judgments teach
Thy foes, perplex'd and pale.

20

Schaik thow ther hearts: thy terrors show,
That mortales most who dare,
The heathen nations all, may know
That but frail flesh they are.

X.

1

Whence is it (Lord) that thow afar,
At distance standst of place;
On ws when times of trouble are,
Whence dost thow hide thy face?

2

The wicked in their pride persue
The poore. Be they surprisd,
O let them not the slights eschue
The snairs themselves devis'd.

3

For of his soul's desire the bad
Doth boast; by him is blest
Thee greedie wretch whom gain maks glade,
Whom God doth much detest.

4

The wicked through the passing pride
That his big looks bewray,
To seek, or think of God, asyd
He holdeth from his way.

5

Most greevous alwayes ar his wayes;
Thy judgments from his sight
Are farr remov'd; no foe him frayes;
Hee mocks bot at ther might.

6

Hee firmelie in his hart doth hold
His state no tyme can tosse;
Nor shall adversitie make bold,
Hee dreams, his wayes to crosse.

7

His execrable mouth dar vent
Fraud, cursing and deceat;
His tongue with wickednes acquent,
Of mischeef is the seat.

8

For vilages, darne parts hee lyes,
And secreit slaughtir maks
Of Innocents. Wt half closd eyes,
At poore-ones ayme hee taks.

9

Much like a lyon in his denne
Hee lurks, and lyes at wait;
Hee lyes at wait to catch poor men;
The poore, by his deceat

10

Are catch'd, when draun into his nett.
He croutcheth, stouping low,
That weak ones by his strenth may gett
The greater ovirthrow.

11

To him his lying heart suggests
That God hath this forgott,
And hids his face. Secure he rests
On this,—God sies him not.

12

Arise, O Lord, God, great in might,
Raise thy revenging hand.
Let not the poore afflicted wight,
Neglected longer stand.

13

Why should the wicked in contempt
Of God, this freedome take?
In hart (whatevir hee attempt)
Hee dreams no coumpt to mak.

14

Thow siest, yea, vexing wrongs thow vieust;
Thy hand shall spite repay,
The poore, the pupil, rescust,
Persew'd to bee made prey.

15

O breck the arme, the pow'r represse
Of wicked men and ill,
Till none thow fynd; their wickednes,
Their sins be searching still.

16

The Lord doth raigne, king over all,
To all eternity.
Of heathens (by their vttir fall),
His land hee hath sett frie.

17

Lord, thow the poore hast dain'd to heare,
And granted what they crave.
Thow stablish wilt their hearts; thin care
Attentive they shall have.

18

For the opprest, who thee implore,
For pupils thow wilt plead,
As judge; that man of earth no more
May to oppresse proceid.

XI.

1

My trust is in the Lord; vnto
My soule how say yee then
Flee to your mountaine, as a bird,
For (loe) vngodlie men

2

Doe bend their bowes; vpon the string
Their shafts they readie mak,
At such as vpright are in heart
Ayme, vnawars, to take.

3

What can the righteous do, destroy'd
Iff the foundations bee?

4

In temple of his holines,
Jehouah, the most high,
Jehouah hath his throne in heaven,
What passeth hee espyes;
His eyelids try the sonns of man;

5

The just Jehouah tryes.

But men perverse, and cruellie
Inclind, his soule disdaines.

6

Vpon them snares, fire, brimstone, storms
Most terrible hee raines,

Their cup's due portion. For the Lord
Most righteous, doth delight
In righteousnes; who righteous are
Find favour in his sight

XII.

1

The Godlie ceaseth; succour Lord:
The faithfull ar growne few

2

Amongst the sonnes of men, in speech
They vanitie persew.
Each with his neighbour, with the lip
Of flattrie speek they faire,
But wt a heart and heart within
Their brests by words ensnair.

3

The Lord all lips that licence take,
By flattrie to abuse,
All loftie tongs, expressions proude
Which arrogantlie vse,

4

Sall quite cutt off; which say, our tongues
To ws our ends sall gain:
Our lips ar ours: Who sall, as Lord,
Their libertie restraine?

5

The poore, opprest and robt, to right,
Bot now will I arise,
The neidie who doe sigh, to save,
From such as them despise,

6

The Lord hath said: The Lord whose words
Are, as the silver, pure,
In earthen fornace sevin tymes find,
Which tryall doeth endure.

7

To them for ever, Thow, O Lord,
Wilt a protector prove,
And from this generation bade,
Preserve them from above.

8

No way wnwalk't the wicked leave,
To each hand turne they then,
When as the vilest ar advanced
Amongst the son̄s of men.

XIII.

1

How long wilt thow forgett me Lord?
For evir shall it bee?
How long wilt thow withdraw thy face,
And hyd thy selff from me?

2

How long take counsell in my soule
Shall I, whill daylie grow
My greevs of hart? How long insult
Sall ovir me my foe?

3

My sute let weght and hearing haue,
O Lord my God, with thee;
Lest death's cold sleep seal vp my sight,
Mine eyes with light supplie;

4

Lest over him prevaild I have,
By my proud foe be sayd,
And the opposers of my peace,
When I am mov'd be glade.

5

My trust is in thy mercie; still
Shall thy salvation be
My joy of heart. To God I'le sing,
Who hath delt weell with me.

XIV.

1

The fooll hath (closlie) in his heart,
For a conclusioun laid,
And (secreettlie within himselff)
No God their is, hath sayd.
Corrupted all: in all ther wayes
They work (with maine and might)
Abhominable works; not one
Doth what is good or right.

2

The Lord from heaven, vpon the son̄s
Of men did sett his eye,
Iff any vndirstanding wer,
And seeking God to sie.

3

All from the way aside ar gone;
Togither great and small,
Polluted are: none, no not one,
Doth any good at all.

4

Doe all lack knowledge, wickednes
Who work? devour'd by them
As bread my people are: on God
To call they doe contemne.

5

Thair wer they suddenlie surpris'd
With feare, which on them fell,
For in the generatioun
Of just men God doth duell.

6

Becaus on God the poore depends,
His counsell ȝee disdaine.

7

O that from Sion Israell
Salvation might attaine.
What tyme Jehovah back sall bring,
From bands and bondage sade,
His people, Jacob sall rejoyce,
And Israell be glade.

XV.

1

Who in thy Tabernacle stay,
Lord, who shall dwell with thee

2

Vpon thy holie mount? the man
That walketh vprightlie,
Who just is in his works, and wayes,
Whose mouth and minde aggree

3

In speiking truth. Whose harmles tongue
Is from backbiteing free.

Hee who his freind to hurt forbears,
And carefullie taks heid
His neighbour nor defam'd to hear,
Nor his reproach to spread.

4

Vile persons, in whose purer eyes
Contemptible appear;
But faithfull men, that fear the Lord,
Ar honord and held dear.

Hee to his hurt, thogh haveing sworne,
Whose faith no change doth stayne.

5

By biteing vsūrie who makes
Not, by his money, gayne.
Hee gainst the innocent for bribes
Who hath not partiall prov'd.
The man who these things shall attayne
Shall in no time be mov'd.

XVI.

1

Preserve me, for on thee, O God,
My confidence is stayd.

2

Wnto the Lord, my Lord thow art,
Thow, O my soule, hast sayd.

Not vnto thee, vnto the saincts
On earth, the excellent
(All my delyte who are) alone
My goodnes hath extent.

4

Who gifts to Gods besyde thee, give,
Their greevs shall greatlie grow;
Not their drink offerings, horrible
With blood, will I bestow.
Ther names not in my lips will I

5

Tak vp. The Lord (no lesse)
Of my inheritance and cup
For portioun I possesse.

6

Mainteener of my lote thow art;
By line is fallen to me
A pleasant partage: yea a fair
Inheritance, of thee

7

Doe I enjoy. I'le blesse the Lord
Whose counsell gives me light.
Me also doe my reins instruct,
In silence of the night.

8

Before me alwayes have I sett
The Lord; (sure) I sall stand,
And not be mov'd, since him (for help)
I have at my right hand.

9

Joy haue I therfor in my heart;
With glaidnesse is possest
My glorie; in assured hope,
My flesh sall also rest.

10

For (sure) my soule sall not in grave
Deserted be by thee,
Nor wilt thow lett thy holie one
(In death) corruption sie.

Lyff's path thow wilt me point; joyes full
Enjoying sall I stand
Before thee; pleasures evirmoir,
O Lord, at thy right hand.

XVII.

1

Give eare, O Lord; regaird the right;
Vnto my cry attend;
Give eare, for vnto thee my suit
From lips vnfaind I send.

2

Wouchaise furth from before thy face,
My sentence may proceid;
O lett thyne eyes behold and grant
What equitie doeth plead.

3

My hart thow prov'd, me visited
By night, didst tryall send,
Bot nothing shallt thow fynd; I mynde
My mouth sall not offend.

4

Concerning lawles practises
Of men, thy lips' pure word
Preservs, by thee, destroyar's path
That I do not debord.

5

Stay in thy pathes my steps, that fast

6

My feet may stand. 6. To thee
I call, for thow wilt hear, O God;
Encline thine eare to me;

7

Heare my complaint. 7. Thow, (whose right hand
To save ym is not slow
That in thee trust, from cruell foes),
Thy wondrous mercy show.

8

Me as the apple of thyn eye,
Secure on evrie syd.

9

Beneath the shaddow of thy wings
Me from th' vngodlie hyd,
My proud oppressours, mortall foes,
Who are around me layd;

10

Encloisde wt their oune fatt, whose mouths
Most boldlie me vpbraid.

11

Our footsteps now they compast haue,
And sett on ws ther eyes,

12

Close crouching to the ground, 12. as when
At wait a lyon lyes,
When eagerlie vpon his prey
To rush is his intent;
Or, in darne parts, as lyons' whelps
Lurk, when to ravin bent.

13

Vp, Lord, prevent him; cast him doun.
From wicked men, thy sword,

14

My soule deliuer thow. 14. from men,
Which are thy hand, O Lord;
From men, such of this world as are,
Who in this lyff receaue
Ther portion; and ther bellies fild
With thy hidd treasures haue.

In children who abounding be,
And carefullie provyde
That what they leaue ther babs may brook,
Quhich after them abide.

15

Bot as for me, in righteousnes,
Lord, I thy face shall sie,
When as awak'd, the liknesse shall
Me fully satisfie.

XVIII. Inscript.

From all his foes, and from the sword
Of Saul: the servant of the Lord,
David delyvered, sung (most glade)
This song of praise to God, and sayd.

[The First Part]

1

Thee, Lord, entearlie will I love,
My strength who art and stay.

2

My fort, my rock, and my releeff
The Lord is evrie way.
My God and my strong hold, on whom
Is fix'd my confidence,
My sheeld and my salvation's horne,
My castle of defence.

3

My voyce I'le lift vnto the Lord,
To whom all praise is due;
So from mine adversaries all
His hand shall me rescue.

4

Death's pangs mee compast, mee the floods
Of Belial affray'd;

5

Hell's sorows me besett, death's snares
Me to prevent wer lay'd.

6

In straits I sought the Lord, with cryes
I to my God drew near;
Hee from his temple heard my voyce,
My cryes came to his eare.

7

Straight troubled earth a trembling fell,
Fear did its pillars shaike;
The mountains low foundations mov'd,
Did at His presence quaike.

8

For wroth Hee was. His nostrils smoak
Sent forth, devoureing fire
Flam'd from His mouth, that coalls therat
Wer kindled, through His ire.

From high discending, for mine aide,
Heavens vnto Him made way.
By Him bow'd doun, beneath his feet
Thick clouds did dimme the day.

The Secound Part.

10

Upon a glorious cherub sett
Hee rode, and nimblie flew:
Winds did their wings display, on which
Hee wondrous swiftnes shew.

11

Hee darknes made his secret place,
And did around him stent,
For a pavilion, waters black,
Clouds of the firmament.

12

At brightnes of the blazeing beams
That issued from his sight,
His thick clouds vanish'd, sudden hayle
And coals of fire did fright.

13

The Lord did thunder in the heavens,
The Highest gave his voyce;
Hayle was hurld doun, and flames of fire
Brack forth with fearefull noise.

14

His arows shoureing doun, their bands
Hee brack, and chargeing new,
With shot of lightening from the skyes,
Them vtterlie o're-threw.

15

Floods channells seen, discov'red wer,
O Lord, at thy rebuike,
The world's low grounds, which at the blasts
Breath'd from thy nostrils, shooke.

The Thrid Part.

16

From high hee sent, and took my hand,
And from great deeps me drew.

17

From my strong foe, from haters' spight
His strength did me rescue,
When too, too strong for me they wer,
And in the cloudie day
Of my distresse did me prevent;
Me then the Lord did stay.

19

Hee to a large place forth me brought,
Hee my delyverer prov'd,
Becaus in me Hee took delight
And much his servant lov'd.

20

According to my righteousnes
The Lord rewarded me,
As pure and cleane my hands hee found,
So recompensed hee.

21

His wayes I kept, and wickedlie
My God I did not leave.

22

His judgments sett in sight, I still
Did to his statuts cleave.

23

Before him straight, me from my sin

24

I kept. So rendred hee,
In me as straightnes, in my hands
As hee did cleannesse see.

25

Thow mercifull thy self wilt shew,
With such as mercie love;
Most vpright shall the vpright man,

26

The pure Thee pure shall prove.
But who so froward are, thy frounes

27

Shall find; for, never slow
To save the sad afflicted soule,
Proud looks thow shalt bring low.

The Fourth Part.

28

My Lamp thow lights; the Lord my God
My darknes will mak day.

29

By thee I troups break forth; my God
Maks walls to me plaine way.

30

God's path is perfyte, try'd thy word,
O Lord, is wondrous pure;
To all that put their trust in him
A sheild hee is most sure.

31

For who, beside the Lord, is God?
Who save our God, a rock?

32

God, who with strength me girds about
(So to sustaine a chock);

33

My way who perfyte makes; my feet
Who with the hynds doth match;
Who on my places high me setts
And ever me doth watch.

34

Mine hands hee fitts for armes, mine armes
Maks break a bow of brasse.

35

Lord, by thy saftie's shield secur'd,
Through foes I feareles passe.
Thy right hand me vpholds, encreast
Hath me thy clemencie.

36

Thow hast enlarg'd my steps, and firme
My feet makes vnder me.

37

My foes I charg'd and took; nor turnd
I, till they perished all.

38

I wounded them, they could not rise,
Made at my feet to fall.

39

For war with valour me thow girdst,
Low my oppressors layes.

40

The necks thow givst me of my foes,
The sword my haters slayes.

41

They cry'd but all in vaine, for none,
In straits, was them to save;
Even to the Lord aloud they cry'd,
The Lord no ansuer gave.

42

Then did I bruise them small as dust,
By wynds disperst abroad,
And caist them out like myre in streets
Which vnder foot is trod.

The Fifth Part.

43

From vproars of the multitude
By the preserv'd; made head
Of heathen nations, not known,
To serve me I shall lead.

44

They at my fame shall stoup: to me
Do homage strangers shall.

45

They, frayd, shall fad away and leave
Their lurking places all.

46

The Lord doth live, blest be my Rock,
(My strength and solid stay);
The God of my salvation,
Exalted be for ay.

47

God who for me doth execute
Revenge, and doth subdue

48

My people vnder me; whose hand
Me saves, when foes persue.

Me over those that gainst me rise,
Thow raisest. Thow alone
Most gratiouslie delyvered hast
Mee from the cruell one.

49

Lord, therfore solemne thanks will I
Amongst the heathen give
To Thee; even to thyne holie name,
Sing prayses whill I live.

50

Delyverance great he gives his King;
To his anointed sure,
To David and his seed, for ay
His mercie shall endure.

XIX. [The First Part]

1

God's glorie heavens declair, the skyes
His handie work delate.

2

Day speeks to day, and night to night
Doth knowledge intimate.

3

Heard everie where their language is,
Where speech or tongue is known.

4

Throughout the earth their line, their words
Through all the world ar gone.

5

Thair for the sun a tent hee sett,
Which to his task steps out
From his bed chamber, bridgroome-like,
And as a Campion stout,
Joyes, readie to renew his race,

6

The outmost ends of heaven
Whose course begin and compasse close,
Whence heat to all is givin.

The Second Part.

7

God's law is perfite, leading home
The soule self-lost which lyes.
His Testimoney's firme and sure,
The simple making wise.

8

The statuts of the Lord rejoyce
The heart, for they are right.
His precepts pure the darkest eyes
Illuminat with light.

9

The fear of God is vndefil'd,
And doth endure for ay.
The judgments of the Lord are true,
And righteous everie way.

10

Much more to be desyrd then gold,
Then much fine gold they are.
The honey and the honey-combe
They passe in sweetnes far.

11

By them thy servant (watchfull made),
Is warn'd of dangers deep.
Exceeding great is their reward
Them carefullie who keep.

12

His errours who can vnderstand?
From close sins cleanse thow me;

13

O keep thy servant back from such
As of presumption be.

Their strong dominion over me
Destroy; their strength abate;
So shall I cleane and innocent
Be, from transgression great.

14

O let my words, my hart's hid thoughts,
Acceptable appear
Before thy face. O Lord, my Rock,
And my Redeemer deare.

XX.

1

In straits the Lord thee heare; the name
Of Jacob's God most high

2

Defend thee; furnisch thee with aide,
Sent from the sanctuarie;

From Sion may hee the sustain,

3

And all thy offrings minde;
With him may thy brunt sacrifice,
(Consum'd), acceptance fynde.

4

Thy hart's desirs all may hee grant;
Thy counsells all fullfill,

5

In thy salvation rejoyce,
Our banners spread wee will
In name of God, our God. The Lord
Fulfill all thow canst crave.

6

The high Jehovah, wel I know,
Doth his anointed save.

He from his heaven of holinesse
To him give hearing will,
By strength of the salvation
Found in his right hand still.

7

In chariots some, some putt their trust
In horses; but wee flie
Vnto the Lord: Our God's great name
Alone remember wee.

8

They, foyld, ar fallen, risen wee

9

Do stand. To save draw neare,
O Lord; when as wee call, the King
Let to our sutes give eare.

XXI.

1

Lord, in thy strength the King sall joy;
How sall his gladnes grow

2

In thy salvation? To his minde
Thow makst his maters goe.

His lips' requeist withholdst thow not.

3

With blessings manifold
Of goodnes him provydst. Thow crounst
His heid with purest gold.

4

Lyff askt hee, lyffe to him thow gavst,

For ever length of dayes.

5

In thy salvation glorie great
He hath. Him thow arayes
With honour and high majestie.

6

For euer more most blest
Thou hast him made; thy face his joy
Hath to the full encreast.

7

For in the Lord the king doth trust,
And sall im̄oveably,
Establisht through the mercies, stand,
Of him who is most high.

8

Thyne hand thy foes sall all fynd out,
Thy right hand, who the hate.

9

A flameing fornace shalt thow mak
Them, in thy furie great.

Consume them shall the Lord in wrath,
Devoure them shall the fire.

10

Their fruit from earth, their seed thow shalt
From mankind make expire.

11

For they against thee evill have
Intended; did devise
Mischeevous plotts, which in ther pow're
Not to accomplish lyes.

12

Them shalt thow therfor make thy mark,
Thine arrowes on the strings
When as thow fitts, and suddenly
Them 'gainst their faces bringes.

In thine oune strength, O mayst thow still
Exalted be, O Lord.
So sall wee sing, and to thy pow're
Shall to give prayse accord.

XXII. Inscript.

The morneing's Hinde, by David view'd,
By murdring dogs to death persu'd.

1

My God, my God, why dost thow me
Desert? From my releeff
So far why standst thow, from the words
Which I roare forth for greefe?

2

My God, by day I cry vnheard,
Night doth no peace impart;

3

But in Israel's prayse[s] thow
Who dwelst, most holie art.

4

On thee our fathers fix'd their trust;
Them (trusting) thow didst save.

5

To thee they cry'd; Thow (Lord) with speed
To them deliverie gave.

6

They trusting wer absolv'd from shame;
But I, no man at all,
Am even a worme, the shame of men,
Depis'd of great and small.

7

None see me but of me do make
Of scorne a publick prey.
Their lips all open me to mock;
They shake the head and say:

8

For safe deliverie on the Lord
Himselff hee did roll over;
Now if in him hee tak delight,
Him let his hand recover.

9

But thow art hee who from the wombe,
Me (weakling) forth didst take;
When hanging on my mother's breasts,
To hope thow didst me make.

10

Cast on thee from the wombe I was,
O God, my God thow art;
Since, from my mother's bellie, breath
To me thow didst impart.

11

Draw neare, for troubles are at hand,
And none to help is found.

12

Me many bulls besett, strong bulls
Of Bashan close me round.

13

To ravening, roareing lions like
To gape on me they dare.

14

Like waters I am powred forth.
My bones disjointed are.

My fainting hart, like yeelding waxe,
Is melted in my breast.

15

My moisture as a sopelesse sheard,
Is quite consum'd and ceast.
Fast to my jawes my tonge, as ty'd,
Of speech no freedome hath;
Thy chastening hand hath brought me doun
Vnto the place os death.

16

For dogs me compast have; even troups
Of wicked men did meet,
Who me environing around,
Did peirce my hands and feet.

17

My bones I all may tell at ease.
They gaze on me, they stare;

18

They loats vpon my coat did cast,
My vesture 'mongst them share.

19

But be not absent, O my strength,

20

To help me; from the sword
My soule, my dareling from the dog,
To save mak hast, O Lord.

21

O hasten, from the gapeing jawes
Of lions me to save;
For, from the hornes of vnicornes,
Thine eare (Lord) found I have.

22

Vnto my brethren I thy name
Will publicklie declare,
And to the church, amidst thy saints,
To prayse thee will repair.

23

Who fear the Lord him prayse: all yee,
From Jacob's stock that spread,
Him glorifie and praise; him fear,
All yee Israel's seed.

24

For the afflicted wight broght low,
Hee never doth despise;
Nor him abhorreing, hids his face,
But heareth when hee cryes.

25

Amidst the congregation great,
My prayse shall be of thee;
Before their face that fear the Lord,
Perform'd my vowes shall bee.

26

The meek shall eat and be sufficd.
Due prayses shall they give,
Who do sinceerlie seek the Lord;
Your hearts for aye shall live.

27

Earth's borders all remember shall,
And turne vnto the Lord.
The kindreds of the nations all
Shall worship due afford.

28

The Lord's the Kingdome is: Hee rule
Doth 'mongst the nations beare.

29

The fatt ones of the earth shall eat,
And worshippeing draw neare.
Yea, all that to the dust go doun,
Shall prostrate in his sight
Be seen; and none shall keep alive
His soule, by proper might.

30

A seed, a remnant small shall serve,
And gladlie him obey,
A generation to the Lord
It shall be held for ay.

31

They shall draw neare, and to a race
To lyff as yet vnbrought,
His Righteousnes declare, that this
The Lord himself hath wrought.

XXIII.

1

The Lord my sheepheard is, of want
I never shall complain;

2

For me to rest on, hee doth grant
Greene pastures of the plaine.

3

Hee leads me stillest streams beside,
And doth my soule reclame.
In righteous paths hee doth me guide,
For glorie of his name.

4

The valley darke of death's aboade
To passe, I'le feare no ill;
For Thow art with me, Lord, thy rod
And staffe me comfort still.

For me a table Thow dost spread
In presence of my foes.
With oyle thow dost anoint mine head;
By the my cup or'flowes.

6

Mercie and goodnes all my dayes
With me shall surelie stay,
And in thy house, thy name to praise,
Lord I will dwell for ay.

XXIV.

1

Earth and its fullnes are the Lord's,
The world and there who stay;

2

For He on seas it founded firme,
On floods its grounds did lay.

3

His hill ascend, his holie place
For stay who shall attaine?

4

The man whose hands are vndefild,
Whose heart doth pure remaine.

He who his soule hath not lift vp
To vanitie, nor swears

5

Deceatfullie: He from the Lord,
Away the blessing bears;
Evin righteousnes from God, who doth

6

Him save. This is the race
Of them that seek him; them that seek
(O Jacob's God) thy face.

7

Lift, O yee gats, lift vp ȝour heads;
Yee doires that last alway,
Be ye lift vp, that enter in
The King of Glorie may.

Who is this glorious King? The Lord,
The strong and mightie one:
The Lord, most mightie, gainst his foes
When forth to battle gone.

9

Lift, O yee gats, lift vp your heads;
Yee doors that last alway,
Be yee lift vp, that enter in
The King of Glorie may.

10

This mightie King that comes, this King
Of Glorie, who is hee?
Jehouah King of Glorie is,
The Lord of Hosts most high.

XXV.

1

To thee my soule, O Lord,

I lift. My God, in thee
I trust; me save from schame, my foes
Let not triumph or' me.

3

Yea, none let be asham'd
That wait on thee: Be they
Asham'd who fruitlesslie offend,
And falslie fall away.

4

Schew me thy wayes, O Lord,
Thy paths to me mak playne;

5

Let in thy treuth, and to be taught
Of thee, lett me obtaine.
For thow alone the God
Of my Salvation art;
On thee (wnwearied), all the day,
I wait with patient hart.

6

Thy tender bowells, Lord,
Thy mercyes manifold,
Call to remembrance, for they have
For ever been of old.

7

Passe by my sins of youth,
Voide my transgressions make;
After thy mercie minde thow me,
(Lord), for thy goodnes' sake.

8

The Lord, most kinde and just,
Will sinners teach which stray.

9

The meek in judgement hee will guyd,
Evin teach the meek his way.

10

His paths all mercie are,
And treuth, to all yat keeps
His covenant, and hide in heart
His testimonies deep.

11

The, for thine oune names sake,
O Lord, I do entreate,
O pardoun my iniquitie,
For it is hudgly great.

12

What man is hee that fears
The Lord? Him in the way
That hee sall chuise the Lord sall teach;

13

At ease his soule sall stay.

His seed inherite shall

14

The earth. To them that fear
The Lord, disclosd his counsell is;
His covenant made clear.

15

At all times will I keep
Wpon the Lord a constant eye;
For from the nett, by him my feet
Sett free, escape shall I.

16

Turne, (Lord), thy face and me
Thy mercie's object mak,
For desolate and sore distresst,
Me to thy grace I tak.

17

The troubles of my hart,
Still greater on me grow;
To me, when in my straits I sticke,
A gracious outgate thow.

18

Lett my affliction, (Lord),
My payne compassion move;
Beheld by thee, do all my sins
Farre from thy sight remove.

19

Look on my foes, for they
Are manie, full of spight

20

Their hatred is. Preserve my soule,
O save me by thy might.

Lett me not be ashamd,
Becaus my trust's in thee.

21

Integrity and vprightnesse
Let my preservers be.
For on thee do I wayt.

22

Good in thy sight let seeme,
Out of his troubles all, (O Lord),
Thy Israel to redeeme.

XXVI.

1

Judge me, O Lord, for that the way
In wch I walk is just.
I shall not slide, for on the Lord
Establisht is my trust.

Me prove, examine me; my reins,
My heart explore and try.

3

For to thy loveing kindnes, Lord,
I alwayes have ane eye.

4

Thy truth my way I make. I shune
To sitt with persouns vain;
With close dissemblers to goe in
My feett I do refraine.

5

I hate the company of those
Whose practices are ill,
Not sitt in the societie
Of wicked men I will.

6

With hands in innocency cleansd,
I compasse will, O Lord,

7

Thine altar, and with gratefull voice
Will publick praise afford;

8

Evin all thy wondrous works declare.
The place of thy aboad
O how I love! the place wherin
Thy Glorie dwells, O God.

9

My soule with sinners gather not,
Nor me from life remove

10

With bloodie men, whose guiltie hands
Mischeevous plotts promove.
Their right hands with corrupting brybs

11

Ar fild, but as for me,
O Lord, I constantlie will walk
In my integritie.

Redeeme me, to thy grace I fly;

12

By thee my foot stands evin,
Midst the assembly. To the Lord,
By me shall prayse be given.

XXVII.

1

The Lord my light, my saftie is,
Of whom shall I be frayed?
The Lord the strength is of my life,
Who me shall make dismayed?

2

When to devoure my flesch my foes,
(Fierce adversaries all),
The wicked came vpon me, streight
They stumbled and did fall.

3

Though pitch against me should ane hoast,
From fear my heart's secured.
Though war should rise, and gainst me rage,
In war am I assuird.

4

I one thing of the Lord have sought,
That will I seek for still,
That in the house of God my lif's
Wholl course I may fullfill.

That with the beuty of the Lord
There I may fill mine ey;
And in his sanctuary still
Be makeing inquiry.

5

For his pavilion shall hee draw
About me in the day
Of trouble; covered with his tent,
In secret I sall stay.

Thow shall me hyde, and on a rock

6

Me raise. My foes above
Mine head shall be lift'd vp, even those
Which do around me move.
Thence to his tabernacle shall
I joyfull offrings bring.
Yea, I will sing, evin to the Lord
Due prayses will I sing.

7

Heare, when my voyce I lift and cry;
Haue mercy, Lord, on me;
A gratious ansuer lett me haue.

8

Thow saidst, my face seek yee;
Seek, Lord, thy face will I, my heart
To the again did say.

9

Hid not from me thy face, nor wroth,
Thy servant turne away.

Thow hithirto hast been myne help,
From me now do not part;
O leave me not, thow who the God
Of my salvation art.

10

Although my father, yea, thogh me
My mother did foirsake,
Yett surely shall the Lord evin then
Me gather and wptake.

11

Teach me thy way and in a path
Of plainnesse, Lord, me lead,
Becaus of those that ly at wait,
To mark how I proceed.

12

Me to discretion of my foes,
O give not, for ther bee
Who gainst me rise, that wittnes lyes,
And breath out crueltie.

13

God's goodnes in the land of life,
Vnlesse I look't to sie,
Full long ere now I fainted had.

14

Wayt, wayt yee patientlie
Wpon the Lord; encourag'd bee,
Hee strenghten shall thine heart.
To wayt with patience on the Lord,
Lett alwayes be thy part.

XXVIII.

1

To thee, Lord, will I cry, my strength.
To me be thou not still;
Lest, if thow silence keep, I bee
Like those the grave who fill.

2

My supplications' voice, O heare,
With cryes when I draw nigh,
And at thy holie oracle,
My hands lift vp on high.

Ezek. 32. 20. Job 21. 33.

Me from the Godles, wickednes
Who work, in death devide,
Whose harts, (whill to yr neighbours peace
They speek), doe mischeif hide.

4

O give them what is to ther deeds,
Their bade endeavours due;
As with polluted hands they did
Leud practises persew.

Giue them, O giue them their desart.
The works of God they slight,
And how his hands of kings dispose,
Considdir not aright.

5

Them shall he therfore overturne,
And not the breach repaire.

6

Blest be the Lord, for hee the voice
Of my requests doth heare.

8

His prayse my song shal be. 8. A strength
In straits wnto all his,
The Lord to his anoynted one,
A strength for saiftie is.

9

Thy people and inheritance,
Let sav'd and blessed be;
Be they sustained and lifted vp,
For ever, Lord, by thee.

XXIX.

1

Give to the Lord, yee mighty, strength;
Give glory to the Lord.

2

Wnto the Lord the glory due
Wnto his name afford.
In bewtie of pure holynes,
To worship him appeare.

3

The high Jehovah's dreadfull voice,
Wpon the waters heare;

The God of Glorie thundring is,
Vpon the wattirs great;

4

The Lord's, the Almighty's [awfull] voice
In majesty and state.

5

In pow'r his voice is heard, to ground
His voyce tall cedars strecks;
The cedars tall of Lebanon
The Lord in peeces brecks.

6

He maks them like a calfe to skip;
Mount Lebanon layd deep,
On solide grounds, and Sirion, like
Light vnicornes to leap.

7

The Lord's voice flames of fyre devids.

8

His voice the desart shaikes;
Yea, at the dreadfull voyce of God,
Waist Kadesh desart quaikes.

9

Hynds at the voice of God doe calve,
Discov'red forrests are;
And in his glorious palice hard
Is glorie evrie where.

10

God at the flood did sitt, yea sitt
For evir king hee shall.

11

The Lord will giue his people strengh;
Wt peace, evin blesse you all.

100

XXX.

Thus prayse did Dauid celebrate,
His House when he did dedicate.

1

I will extoll thee, for thow hast
Me lifted vp, O Lord,
And over me not ground of joy,
Didst to my foes afford.

2

To thee I cry'd, O Lord my God,
And health of thee I haue.

3

Thow, Lord, my soule rescued, and back
Hast brought me from the grave.

From goeing doun into the pitt,
Me hast thow kept aliue.

4

With songs of joy, vnto the Lord,
Due praise doe yee ascriue,
His holines rememb'ring, giue
Him thanks, yee Saincts of his.

5

For, but a moment lasts his wrath,
Life in his favor is;

At night continow mourning may,
But mirth the morning brings.

6

I never shall be mov'd I sayd,
Pufft vp with outward things.

7

But, Lord, thy love and favor free
Thow hast me taught at length;
My mountaine onlie mak to stand,
Establisht by thy strength.

Thow hiddst thy face, my troubles grew:

8

My cryes then I renew'd;
To thee, O Lord, evin my request
Wnto the Lord persued.

101

Wnto the pitt gone doun, my blood
When taken what avail'd?
Shall ashes prayse thee? or declair
Thy truth which never faild?

10

To me, O Lord, a hearing grant,
Me in thy mercy take;
That me thow mayst with ayde supply,
Lord, my addresse I make.

11

My mourning into dauncing turn'd;
The livery of annoy,
My sack cloath, Lord, thow hast putt off,
And girded me with joy.

12

This didst thow that my glorie may
Sing praise, not silent be.
O Lord my God, to thee giue thanks
Will I vncessantlie.

XXXI. [The first part.]

1

In thee Lord do I trust; asham'd,
O never let me be.
Me, in thy righteousnes rescue,

2

Bow doun thine eare to me.
With speed rescue me; be a rock
Of strength for me, I crave.
Be thow ane house of strong defence,
Me to secure and save.

3

My rock, my hold thow art, me lead,
Me for thy name's sake guide.

4

O pull thow me out of the nett,
Which for me they did hide.

102

5

For thow my strength art; in thy hands
My spirit I com̄end.
Thow didst redeeme me, Lord, O God,
Whom truth doth ay attend.

6

Such have I hated as vaine lyes
Regaird: In God I trust.

7

Thy mercie joy and gladnes gives.
My greevs, O thow, most just,
Considred hast; yea knoune my soule
When in adversitie;

8

And not in foes' hand shut me vp,
But hast my feet sett free.

The second part.

9

Vpon me troubles sore tak hold,
Have mercie, Lord, on me;
With sorrow quite consum'd, my sight,
My soule, my bowels be.

10

My life is spent with greife, my years
With sighing; fail'd in me
Is strength; my bones ar eaten vp,
Through my iniquitie.

11

A mocking stock made, a reproch
Am I become to all
My foes, bot to my neighbours most.
Feare, for my caus, doth fall
On my familiars; who without
Do see me, shift my sight.

12

As of a dead man, out of mynd,
All my remembrance slight.

103

I like a brocken vessell am.

13

Me manie do persue,
With causles slanders. From all sids
My fears ar not a few,
While as, consulting 'gainst my life,
By them deep plots wer lay'd.

14

But in Thee is my trust: O Lord,
My God thow art, I sayd.

15

My times are in thy hands; from hands
Of my insulting foes
Rescue me; such as persecute
My life doe thow oppose.

16

Thy face mak on thy servant shine.
Me of thy mercie save.
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,
For cald on Thee I have.

The thrid part.

17

Let wicked men be put to shame,
And to the grave be sent
In silence; shut thow vp the lips
Which lyes do baselie vent;

18

Which proudlie and contemptuouslie,
Dare righteous men vpbrayde;
And things that hard and greevous are,
Vnto their charge have layd.

19

For them that feare the, O how great
Thy bountye's treasures be;
Thy workes before the sonns of men,
For them that trust in thee!

20

Thy presence secreet from man's pride
Thow maks their hiding place;
And keeps them in a tent secure,
From strife of tonges at peace.

104

21

For ever blessed be the Lord,
For hee his tender love
Hath, in a fenced citie, made
Me wondrouslie to prove.

22

For, from thine eyes cutt off I am,
I, in my hast, had say'd.
My voyce yet heardst thow, when to thee,
With cryes my moane I made.

23

Love yee the Lord, his saints. The Lord
The faithfull doth preserve;
And plentifullie doth repay
The proud, as they deserve.

24

Tak courage yee, with patient hope
Who on the Lord depend;
For, (sure) to your oppressed hearts,
Hee strength in straits shall send.

XXXII. Inscript.

Heer David to a Key doth reach
Spirituall knowledge which doth teach.

1

Blest, O how highlie blest is hee,
Whose pardon's past in heaven,
For his transgressions all; whose sins
Are covered and forgiven.

2

Blest hee, to whom the Lord hath not
Impute iniquitie,
And in whose vpright spirit hid
Is no hypocrisie.

3

When silence I did keep, my bones
Pin'd peece and peece away,
And waxed old, by reasoun of
My roareing all the day.

105

4

For day and night thy chastning hand
Vpon me heavie was:
My moisture quite dry'd vp, the drought
Of sum̄er did surpasse.

5

My faults then manifest I made,
And did no covering take
To cloake my sin. I sayd I wold
A free confession make
Of my transgressions, to the Lord;
So Thow my pardon seal'd,
And didst passe by my punishment,
The wage that sin doth yeeld.

6

For this the saincts shall seek to Thee,
What tyme Thow mayst be found.
They surelie shall be safe when floods,
Great floods, them rage around.

7

My hideing place thow art, in straits
Preserv'd I am by thee:
With songs of safe deliverance,
Lord, thow shalt compasse me.

Second part.

8

Teach and point out will I thy path,
Lest thow be led aside,
And, that thow mayst in saftie walk,
Mine eye thy steps shall guide.

9

Be not of vnderstanding voyd,
As are the horse and mule,
Whose mouth, to thee least they come neare,
The bitt and reine must rule.

106

10

The wickeds' sorows shall exceed,
But hee his trust who stayes
Vpon the Lord, with mercie shall
Environ'd be alwayes.

11

In God be glade, rejoice all yee
Who follow righteousnes;
Shout, all who vpright are in heart,
Your Joyes aloud expresse.

XXXIII.

1

Joy in the Lord, yee just; prayse such
Beseems as vpright be.

2

Praise yee the Lord with harp; to him
Sing with the psaltery;
With ten string'd instruments him prayse.

3

A new song to him sing;
With a triumphing noise expresse
Your skill, by voice and string.

4

For right the word is of the Lord,
His works in treuth all wrought.

5

Hee equitie affects, and deare
Is judgement, in his thoght.
Fild with his goodnes is the earth.

6

Heavens by his word wer made,
And, by the spirit of his mouth,
With glorious hosts arayd.

7

Seas' liquid waves hee doth collect,
As on a solid heap,
And, in his secreet treasuries,
The deeps in store doth keep.

107

8

Fear him all earth. Let all him fear,
Who in the world doe live;

9

For, at his word it was, and stands
As hee com̄and did giue.

10

The heathen's counsells hee doth caus
Evanisch as most weake,
And all the peoples' policyes,
Maks no effect to take.

11

But all his counsells (as decrees),
Shall stand establisht sure;
The thoughts that hid are in his hart,
From race to race endure.

12

O happie nation, which for God
Jehouah hath! whom hee,
A people for himselff, hath chuis'd
His heritage to be.

13

He looks from heaven and doth behold
The sonns of men from thence;

14

On all earth's duellers, from the throne
Of his high residence.

15

Their harts he fashioneth alike,

And doth consider right

16

Of all their works. No king is sav'd
By multitude or might;
The strong not by much strength doth stand.

17

A horse a thing most vaine
Is for releeff; by his great strength
None saftie shall attaine.

18

Behold, the Lord a gracious eye
On them that feare him, hath;
On them that in his mercie hope,

19

Ther souls to save from death,

108

Yea, evin in famine them to feed.

20

On him our souls do wait:

21

Our help and sheeld he is. In him
Our joy of heart is great.

For, in his holie name was still

22

Our trust. O still extend
To ws thy mercie, as on thee
Our hope, (Lord) doth depend.

XXXIV. Inscript.

When King Abimelech did chase,
And David dryve away, in face
And gesture chang'd; so soon as gone,
By him this psalme of prayse was done.

1

Still will I blesse the Lord: Him still
To prayse will I employ

2

My mouth. My soule in him shall boast;
The meek shall heare and joy.

3

Jointlie his name let ws extoll,
Him magnifie with me.

4

I sought the Lord; Hee ansuer made,
And me from fears sett free.

5

To Him when they shall look, his light
Ther darknes shall dispell;
Their faces shall not be asham'd.

6

This poore man (they shall tell)
Cry'd and came speed; from all his straits
The Lord did lead him out;

7

The Lord whose angell Him who fear
Saves and encamps about.

109

8

How good the Lord is, tast and see.
O highlie happie they

9

That in him trust! Him fear, his saincts,
For them no wants dismay

10

That do him fear. Young lions lack,
Them penury may daunt;
But who sinceerlie seek the Lord,
No needfull good shall want.

11

Come children, hearken yee, for I
The Lord's fear will you teach.

12

What man is good and many dayes
Desyres his lyfe to reach?

13

From evil do thy tongue refraine;
Guile in thy lips eschew.

14

Depart from evil and do good;
Seek peace and peace persue.

15

The Lord the Righteous eyes; their cry
Doth in his eare find place.

16

'Gainst evil men, their names from earth
To sweep, hee setts his face.

17

The Righteous cry, Hee hears; hence peace
They from their troubles have.

18

Nigh to the brocken heart hee is,
And souls contrite doth save.

19

Great are the greevs of godlie men,
In number they exceed;
But from them all the Lord doth send
Releef, as Hee sees need.

20

Their bones hee keeps; that none of them
Be brocken, hee doth care.

21

Them (certainlie) shall evil slay,
Who evil doers are.

110

On all shall desolation light
That righteous men persue,

22

With causles hate. But souls of such
As ar his servants true,
The Lord from danger shall redeeme:
For none to him who flee,
And on him wait with confidence,
Shall desolation see.

XXXV.

1

Striue Lord with them that stryve with me.
War on mine enemyes.

2

Of scheeld and buckler tak thow hold,
And for my help arise.

3

My persecuters' way to stop,
Bring forth the sword and spear.
I thy salvation am, O Lord,
Say, that my soule may heare.

4

Who seek my soule, be they to shame
And to confusion broght;
Turnd back be they, confounded quite,
Who harme to me haue thoght.

5

Be they like chaffe before the wynd,
God's angell them persewing.

6

Let dark and slipprie be their way,
God's angell them subdewing.

7

For (causlesslie), they in a pitt
Have hid for me ther net;
Yea, (causlesslie) haue for my soule
Dig'd, and devices sett.

111

Let ruine him (wnware) surprise;
The net which hee did hide
Let catch himself; into the same
Destruction let him slyde.

9

So in the Lord my soule sall joy,
In his salvation glade.

10

Lord, who is lyk to thee? by all
My bones sall then be said;
To Thee, who dost the poore rescue
From him who is more strong;
The poore and indigent from those,
By spoyling would them wrong?

11

False wittnesses arose, and askt
Me things I never knew;

12

Yea, rendring ill for good, to spoyle
My soule vsd arts anew.

13

But sack cloath wore I, whil as sick
They wer; (my soule broght low
With fasting;) back my prayer turn'd
To mine owne bosome so.

14

As freend or brother hee had been,
I walk'd; with heavinesse
Bow'd doun, as at his mother's death
One sorrow doth expresse.

15

But in my halting, joy they had,
And flockt togither fast;
The abjects flock against me, while
I knew not what had past.

16

They did me teare and ceased not,
With counterfitts, who free
At feasts are jeasts to breck, they jeared,
And gnasht ther teeth at me.

112

How long wilt thow look on, O Lord?
From their sad ruine draw
Thow back my soule, my desolate
Soule from the lyon's paw.

18

Thanks will I render wnto Thee,
In the assemblie great;
And where much people meet, thy prayse
Solemnely celebrate.

19

Them who wnjustlie are my foes,
Let not rejoice at me;
Nor, winking with the eye, me scorne,
Who hate me causlesslie.

20

For peace they speek not, but contrive,
Earth's queyet ones to greeve,

21

Deceatfull draughts; and to their mouths,
Against me freedome giue.
Aha; say they, aha; our eyes
Haue seen what bee they wold.

22

All this beheld thow hast, O Lord:
Now no more silent hold.

23

Bee not farre from me Lord. Rouse wp
Thy self to tak my part;
To judgement, to my caus awake,
My God and Lord who art.

24

Judge me, O Lord my God, as just
Thow art; rejoyce at me,

25

O Let them not, nor say in heart,
Ah, now our wills haue wee.

Them let not say, him swallowd vp

26

Wee haue. 26. Ashamed quite,
To joint confusion be they broght,
Who in my hurt delyte.

113

Disgrace and shame them cloath, themselvs
Who gainst me magnifie;

27

But glad be they who haue regaird
To my integritie.

All such lett shout for joy and say,
For ever let the Lord
Be magnify'd, who peace wnto
His servant did afford;
Yea in his peace did pleasure take;

28

And of thy righteousnes
My tongue sall alwayes talk, evin all
The day thy praise expresse.

XXXVI.

1

Within my wounded heart have sayd
The wicked man's misdeeds,
God's feare is not before his eyes.

2

For him selff flattrie feeds;
His oune iniquityes he smooths,
Till hatefull they be found;

3

Deceat and open wickednesse
Do in his mouth abound.

From doing good averse, he hath
Given over to be wise.

4

Iniquity vpon his bed
By night he doth devise.
With resolution doth he sett
Himself a way to chuise
Which is not good; and to abhorre
What's evill doth refuise.

114

5

Thy mercie (Lord) is in the heavens;
Thy treuth the clouds doth reach.

6

Like mountains of vnmeasur'd hight
Thy justice passeth speech.
So great a deep thy judgements are,
That none can it perceave.
From the, O Lord, both man and beast
Ther preservation have.

7

How excellent is thy kind love,
O God, from race to race.
Hence vnder shadow of thy wings
Men's sons their trust do place.

8

To them the fattnes of thin house
Shall in aboundance flow,
And of thy pleasur's streams to drink,
Their pleasure still shall grow.

9

With thee lyff's fountain is: Wee, (Lord)
Light in thy light shall sie.

10

Thy loving kindnes vnto them,
O lett continow'd bee,
To whom thy self made known thow hast;
Thy righteousnes extend
To all, in vprightnes of heart,
That on thee do depend.

11

Wnto the foot of pride a prey,
Lord, let me not be found;
Nor by the wicked's hand opprest,
Constraind to giue them ground.

12

There, they to make iniquity
Ther work who enterprise,
Falne, overthrowne are, and no more
Shall able be to rise.

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XXXVII.

[The first part.]

1

Fret not thy self becaus of those
That active are in ill;
Nor envy thow the man that works
Iniquity at will.

2

For, like the grasse and budding herb,
Which speedilie decay,
They shall be suddenlie cutt doun,
And quicklie fade away.

3

Trust in the Lord; from what is good
Be not to lewdnesse led;
So in the land thow long shalt dwell,
And verily be fedd.

4

Him make thy joy, so satisfie
Thy hart's desire shall hee.

5

Devolve on Him thy way, and trust
The Lord will do for thee.

6

Hee like the light of day shall make
Thy righteousnes appeare,
And bring thy judgment forth to shyne
As noon-day, bright and clear.

7

Rest in the Lord, wait patientlie
For Him who works these things,
And fret not that his wayes go weell,
Leud plotts to passe who brings.

The Second part.

8

Refraine from furie: vnto wrath
Do not give way at all.
Fret not thyself in any wise
In wickednes to fall;

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9

For wicked men shall be cutt off,
Their ruine is at hand;
But who do wait vpon the Lord,
Inherite shall the land.

10

For yet a little while, and lo,
The wicked shall not bee.
Thow diligentlie shall his place
Considder, but not see.

11

But by the meek ones of the earth
The land shall be possest,
And with the pleasurs of sweet peace,
Aboundantlie be blest.

12

The wicked plotteth 'gainst the just;
His gnashing teeth bewray

13

His spight. At him the Lord shall laugh,
For neare hee sies his day.

14

The wicked drawne the sword, their bows
Have bent the murdring wight,
The poore to overthrow, and kill
The man whose way is right.

15

But into their owne brests the sword
Shall pierce, and passage make;
And turnd in vselesse shivers, shall
The bow to shoot forsake.

16

The litle that the righteous hath
Is to be prys'd before
The wealth of mightie wicked men,
Who treasurs have in store.

The thrid part.

17

The Lord shall break the wicked's arme,
But shall the just sustain.

18

Their dayes Hee knowes; their heretage
For ever shall remaine.

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19

And when bad dayes do danger threat,
Shame shall not them confound;
They shall sufficientlie be fed,
When famine rageth round.

20

The wicked perish shall; God's foes,
As fate of lambs by fire
Doth melt away, consume they shall,
And into smoak expire.

21

They borow shall, and take no thoght
Their credite to releeve;
But mercifull the vpright are,
And chearfully do give.

22

For such as blest are of the Lord,
Inherite shall the land;
But vnto all by Him accurst
Destruction is at hand.

23

The good man's steps the Lord directs,
And pleaseth wel his way.

24

His hand Hee gives, that iff hee fall,
He fall not quite away.

25

I have been young, and now am ag'd;
Yet did I never see
The just deserted, or his seed
Begge bread in miserie.

26

He (alwayes mercifull,) to lend,
His hand doth not recall.
His children and posteritie
Are in the blessing all.

The fourth part.

27

Flee ill, do good; and ever dwell.

28

For God doth judgment love;
His saints Hee leaves not; kept they are
For ever from above;

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But rooted out shall be the race

29

Of wicked men. While they
Who just are shall enjoy the land
And dwell therin alway.

30

The just man's mouth shall wisdome vent,
His tonge of judgement talks.

31

The Law of God is in his hart,
Hee slips not as he walks.

32

The wicked waits the just to kill,

33

But God doth never leave
Him in his hand, nor him condemnes,
While men doe judgement give.

34

Thy expectation on the Lord
With patience do thow stay,
Be not, (whatever thee befall,)
Diverted from his way.
He shall advaunce thee in the land,
Inheritance to have,
And when the wicked are cutt off,
This shall thine eye perceive.

The fyfth part.

35

The wicked, for his might much fear'd,
Like to a lawrell green,
Himself displaying in his pryd,
Observ'd I haue and seen.

36

But quicklie past hee from his place;
Behold hee ceas'd to bee;
I soght, but after search I found
Of him no memorie.

37

The perfect man observe; the just
Remark; his end is peace.

38

But of transgressors jointlie shall
Be ruined the race.

119

The doolefull end of wicked men
Destruction shall be.

39

Whileas salvation of the Lord,
Who righteous are shall see.

Then in the day of sad distresse,
To them he strength shall give.

40

The Lord with help is still at hand,
Them readie to releave.
Releeve them from the violence
Of wicked men Hee will;
Hee save them shall, for that on him
Their trust repose they still.

XXXVIII.

1

Me to rebuike forbeare, O Lord;
While kindled is thine ire;
Nor chasten me, while flowing is
Thy wrath's consumeing fire.

2

For in me fast thine arows stick,
Thy hand doth presse me sore.

3

Becaus thow greev'd art, in my flesh
No soundnes is therfore.

4

My sins of peace my bones depryve;
For my iniquities,
Gone o're my head, vnto a weight
Above my strength arise.

5

My wounds doe stink and are corrupt,
For foolish I have been;

6

Sore troubled and brought verie low,
I sad all day am seen.

120

7

My loines are full of loathsomnes;
My flesh is all vnsound.

8

I feeble am and brocken sore,
My greevs I cannot bound;
Roare forth I must, my heart's so mov'd.

9

Thow my desires dost see;
O Lord, my groans, my secreet sighs
Are manifest to thee.

10

My heart doth pant, my strength doth faile;
Myne eyes have lost their light.

11

My freends and lovers stand afar,
My stroak doth them afright.

12

My kinsmen prove vnkinde. Snairs layd
By them my life who seek,
Who wish in heart my hurt, of me
Most wicked things do speak,

13

Deceits, all day they do devise,
But I as deaf appeare;
As one that dumbe is; who his mouth
To open doth forbeare.

15

Like one that heard not, from whose lips
Do no reproofs proceed,
I keep me close, and wait for Thee,
Lord, in this time of need.

16

Thow wilt mak ansuer, Lord my God:
I say'd. Oh heare my cry!
Lest they rejoyceing over me,
Themselvs do magnify;
When they perceive my foot to slip,

17

For I to halt ame prone;
But sadlie sorowing, day and night
To thee I mak my moane.

121

18

To thee my hid iniquitie,
O Lord, do I declare.
And for my sin with heavie hart
Still am I takeing care.

19

But livelie are my foes and strong,
And who, with causles hate,
Me most vnjustlie doe persue,
Do prosper and grow great.

20

Yea, they who render ill for good,
Mine adversaries prove;
Becaus I evill doe declyne,
And what is good do love.

21

Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Be not far off from me.

22

Make hast to help me, Lord; I have
No saiftie but in thee.

XXXIX.

1

I said I would watch o'r my wayes,
Leist sin̄e escapt my tongue:
I bridle would my mouth, whill I
The wicked was among.

2

Dumbe was I and did silence keep,
Evin to speake good did spare,
Till my restrained sorow stir'd,
The stronger did appeare.

3

My hart within me brunt, the fire
Shutt vp, at lenth furth brack;
And, way wnto my museings made,
Thus with my tong I spak:

4

My end to know, me make O Lord,
What is my dayes' extent;
O make me know how fraile I am,
And little permanent.

122

5

Lo! as an handbredth hast thow made
The measure of my dayes;
And, in thy sight, my life's whole age
As it wer nothing, stays.
Man verily, evin of all men,
The meanest and most great,
Are altogether vanity,
In their best setled state.

6

Man, (surelie,) in a vain show walks;
Sure vex'd they are in vain,
To heap vp goods, (wncertaine who
Shal brook them,) taking payne.

7

And now, what wait I for, O Lord?
My hope thow art. Me free

8

From all my faults, from the reproach
Of such as foolisch bee.

9

Becaus thow didst it I am dumbe,
No word will I presume.

10

Thy stroake O turne away; Thy hand's
Sore strips my life consume;

11

For sin, correcting with rebooks
Wretcht man, thow wearst away
His beautie, moth like; sure each man,
Is vanity each way.

12

My prayer hear, hear, Lord, my cry.
My flowing tears to sie,
Do thow not silence keep, for I
A stranger am with thee.
Heer, as my fathers all, I stray;
Turne, turne thy wraith from me;
That I may take my breath before
I goe and cease to bee.

123

XL.

1

With patience wayting on the Lord,
His time I did attend.
He bowd Him doun and heard my cry,
And pul'd me vp in end;

2

Plung'd in a pitt, where tumbling floods
With hideous horror roard,
And sinking in the myrie clay,
Me to my feett restor'd,

Me on a Rock Hee rays'd and stay'd
My steps, that walk abrod

3

I might. Yea, with a new song fil'd
My mouth, praise to our God.
To many this shall manifest
Be made, who Him shall feare,
And confidently to the Lord,
In danger, shall draw neare.

4

Blest is the man who maks the Lord
His trust! hee in whose eyes
The proud have no respect, nor such
As turne aside to lies.

5

O many, many, (Lord my God!)
Thy works which wondrous are,
Thy thoghts to us-ward hast thow made;
They passe all reckoning far.

Who can attaine to lay them out,
In order vnto thee?
To reckon or relate them wer
A task too great for me.

6

Not sacrifice nor offrings broght,
Didst ansuer thy desire.
Mine ears Thow pierc'd; sin offrings none,
None brunt didst Thow require.

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7

Then say'd I, Lo I come, O Lord,
'Tis writtin doune of me,

8

In volume of the book. To doe
Thy will, my joy sall be,
My God: thy law is in mine hart.
In the assemblie great

9

I spak, and did the tydings glade,
Of righteousnes, relate;

Lo, I my lips refrain'd not, Lord,

10

Thow knowst. Thy righteousnes,
Not hidg in my hart, I haue
Declaird thy faithfullnes
And thy salvation; thy kinde love
And treuth, by thee reveald,
I from the congregation great
Have not kept vp conceild.

11

Thy tender mercies do thow not,
O Lord, withhold from me.
Continowally let thy kind love
And truth my saifty be.

12

For I with evills on all sids,
(More then can weell be told,)
Am compast. My iniquities
Have on me taken hold,

That to look vp strength none remains;
My hairs ar but a few
With them compaird; that to mine heart
Then faintnes doth ensue.

13

Be pleasd, O Lord, me to rescue;
Do not thine ayde delay,

14

And such to shame and ruine bring,
As seek my soule to slay.

125

Let them, (turnd backward,) blush, who joy
At my calamitie.

15

Sad desolation the reward
Of their disgrace let bee,
Who over me insult with words
Of scorne and proud disdain;

16

But them that seek thee let rejoyce,
And glad in thee remaine.

The Lord be magnifyd: the voice
Let be of every one,
Continowally, who lovers are
Of thy salvation.

17

But poore and neidie I, yet lay'th
The Lord my call to heart.
My God, O stay not, Thow my help
And my deliuerer art.

XLI.

1

O blest is hee who wiselie doth
Considder of the poore;
Deliuered by the Lord, hee shall
In trouble be secure.

2

The Lord will his preserver bee,
And of his life tak cair;
Blest shall hee be, vpon the earth
Weell with him shall it fair;

Him to his foes thow wilt not leave.

3

With sorrow when o'rsett,
Cast on his couch, hee from the Lord
Refreshing strength shall gett;

126

When sick thow all his bed shalt make.

4

Thy mercie, Lord, I craue.
O heal my soule, I said, for I
Against thee sinned have.

5

Of me my foes do evill speeke:
When shall hee dye, (say they,)
When perrisch shall his memorie,
And name be worne away?

6

A visite if hee come to make,
His words are false and vain.
Iniquitie his hart stors wp,
And, (gone,) hee speaketh plaine.

7

Togither 'gainst me whisper all
Who me at hatred beare;
Against me evill they devise,
And, (where they can gett eare,)

8

Some plague, say they, to him cleavs fast,
In that hee bedfast lyes;
Hee nevir shall, recovered hence,
Any more arise.

9

Even hee, whose freendschip I held firme,
And, (trusted wt my minde,)
Fed with my bredd, hath 'gainst me lift
The heell, and prov'd vnkind.

10

But show thow mercie, Lord; me raise,
That I may them repay.

11

For that my foes proud triumphes cease,
That know thy love I may.

12

Thow me in my integritie
Maintainst, yea, (of thy grace,)
Giust me for evir to enjoy
The comfort of thy face.

127

13

From evirlasting let the Lord's
High prayses be exprest,
Till evirlasting, evin the God
Of Israell be blest.

Amen, Amen.

Heir ends the first book of Psalmes.

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THE SECOUND BOOK OF PSALMES.

XLII.

1

As after cooleing streams the hinde
Doth pant with passion strong,
My soule with vehement desire,
For thee, O Lord, doth long.

2

My soule thrists ardentlie for God,
Thrists for the living God.
When shall I come? O when appeare
In place of his aboade?

3

Tears feed me day and night, for still,
Where is thy God? say they.
How can I but my heavie soule
Poure out within me ay?

4

Remembring, to the House of God
I midst the presse repair'd,
A preasse, with voyce of joy and prayse,
Which solemne feasts prepard.

5

Why art thow, (O my soule,) cast doun?
Within me greatlie mov'd?
Wayt still on God; Him yet I'le prayse,
His face my health hath prov'd.

129

6

My God, my soule is sore cast doun,
While I from Jordan's playn,
From Hermon and the lesser hills,
Thee mindeing, mourne in vaine.

7

As roareing of thy water spouts,
Deep vnto deep doth call.
Thy tumbling billowes, waltering waves,
Gone over me are all.

8

Yet God his mercie will command
By day: His song by night
Shall me refresh: To Him I'le pray,
Of life who gave me right.

9

I to the Lord, my Rock, will say,
Why hast thow me forgott?
Why walk I sad becaus of foes
Which my oppression plot?

10

As murdring weapons in my bones,
My foes reproaches are;
While, daylie, me in pryde to ask:
Where is thy God? they dare.

11

Why droupst thow, O dejected soule?
Depriv'st thy self of rest?
Sore greev'd and mov'd, tumultuouslie
Why stirrst thow in my breast?
Wayt, wayt on God: for yet will I
Insist to spread his prayse;
The health of my sad countenance,
My God Hee is alwayes.

XLIII.

1

Be Thow my judge, Lord, plead my cause;
A nation mercilesse
My pairtie is: Me from the man
Of fraud and wickedness

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2

Sett free, for of my strentgh the God
Thow art; why, thrust from thee,
Why goe I mourning all the day,
My foes oppressing me?

3

O send thow out thy light and truth;
Let them direct my way,
And bring me to thine holie hill,
The places of thy stay.

4

I'le to God's altar come, (to God,
My joy and gladnes great,)
And on the harp, (O God, my God,)
Thy prayses celebrate.

5

My soule, why droop'st thow? why within
Me mov'd? For God, O stay,
My God, and countenance's health,
To him yet prayse I'le pay.

XLIV.

1

Wee with our ears haue heard, O God,
Our fathers haue ws told
What great things in their dayes thou didst,
In ancient tymes of old.

2

How them thow planted by thine hand,
The heathens quite cast out;
How thow the people didst afflict,
And them madst spring and sprout.

3

For, by their oune suord, to enjoy
The land attaind they not;
Nor by the strength of their own arme,
Salvation they gott.

131

But thy right hand it was, thine arme,
And countenance's light,
This broght to passe, by reasoun they
Found favour in thy sight.

4

Tis thow, O God, who art my king:
Deliverance com̄and

5

For Jacob. With the horne through thee,
Who to distresse ws stand
Push doun wee shall: evin through thy name,
Tread wnder foot shall wee
All such as risen wp for war,
Our foes are found to be.

6

For in my bow I will not trust,
Nor saftie in my sword

7

Will I repose. Tis thow hast sav'd
Ws from our foes, (O Lord);
Thow hast our haters putt to shame.

8

Our glory all the day
Shal be in God; yea, to thy name
Prayse wee will ever pay.

9

But, (ah,) now dost thow cast ws off,
And bringst on ws disgrace;
Thow with our airmies gost not forth,
Whence foes we dare not face.

10

Our haters ws at pleasure spoyle,
While wee before them flie;

11

Like sheep for meit givin o're, dispersd,
We mongst the nations bee.

12

Thow sell'st thy people at no price,
And thus not richer art.

13

Wnto our neighbours a reproach,
Expos'd in evrie part;

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Who duell about ws, with proud scoffs,
With scorne, do ws invade;

14

A byword to the heathen groune,
The peoples' mockage made.

15

All day mine ignominy is
Before me; shame of face

16

Hath covered me becaus of those
Who load me with disgrace;
Who taunts vnto my troubles adde;
By reasoun of the foe

17

And self-avenger. Lord, all this
To ws from thee doth flow,

Yet thee forgottin have wee not,
Not dealt deceatfully

18

Have in thy covenant. Our hearts
From turning back are free;
Our steps depairt not from thy pathes;

19

Tho' bruis'd ws sore thow hast,
And, (cov'red with the shade of death,)
In deeps mid'st dragons plac't.

20

Should wee forgett our God's great name,
Our hands to strange gods rayse;

21

This would not Hee search out, the heart's
Hid secrets who surveyes?

22

Yea, kild for thee wee are all day,
Are held as slaughter[d] sheep.

23

Stir wp thy self for ws, O Lord,
What time is now to sleep?

Ryse, cast ws not for ever off.

24

Thy face why dost thow hide?
That greeved and opprest we are,
Why owt of minde let slide?

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25

To dust our soul's bow'd doun; to earth
Our bellie fast doth cleaue.

26

Rise, for our help, redeeme ws, (Lord,)
Of mercie ws releeue.

Shall in MS.

XLV.

Inscript.

For Korath's sons this song of Loves
A solid meane for knowledge proves.

1

Great thoughts for matter hath my hart
Digested; I do sing
A work of weightie argument,
A poeme to the king.
My tonge is, (for enditeing prompt,)
As speedie writer's pen.

2

In beautie much more excellent
Thow art then sonns of men.

Grace in thy lips diffused is;
For ever therfor blest

3

Of God thow art. Gird on thy thigh
Thy sword, thow Mightiest,

4

Thy glorie and thy majestie.
In majestie O ride
Most prosperouslie, for that the raines
Truth, meeknes, justice guide.

5

Thy right hand terrors shall thee teach.
Thy shaftis their wings shall steep
In hearts of the king's enemies,
And low the people keep.

6

Thy throne eternall is, (O God);
With equitie thow sweyes

7

Thy scepter. Righteousnes thow lovst,
And hatst all wicked wayes.

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God therfor, evin thy God, the oyle
Of Gladnes on thy head,
Aboundantlie, above thy mates,
Hath, (not by measure,) shed.

8

Thy roabs of myrrhe, of aloes all,
And cassia sweetlie smell,
From Ivorie palaces, and theirs
That mak the glad excell.

9

Amongst thy weemen, honored most
By thee, kings' daughters stand.
The Queen, in Gold of Ophir clad,
Taks place at thy richt hand.

10

Advert and weigh, thine eare encline,
O Daughter; whollie sett
Thyselff, thy freends, thy father's house,
Thy people to forgett.

11

Thus, in thy beautie shall the king
Exceedinglie delight.
Thy Lord he is, to Him bow down,
His honour is by right.

12

The daughter of renowned Tyre;
Of people not a few,
Who mightie are, with presents rich,
Shall for thy favor sue.

13

All glorie inwardlie arrayes
The daughter of the king;
Roabs wrought on grounds of gold, around
Her decentlie do hing.

14

In rare embroideries, to the king
Shee shall be led along;
(Her follow virgins after,) Shee
To thee shall lead the throng.

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15

They with rejoiceing shall bee brought,
With mirth and gladnes great,
And, in the palace of the king,
Shall be receavd with state.

16

Thy fruitfull ofspring shall the rooms
Of sleeping fathers fill,
In all the earth who shall derive
From Thee dominion still.

17

My song to all succeeding times
Thy name shall famous make;
For ever, (therefore,) people shall
Thy praise for subject take.

XLVI.

1

God is our refuge and our strength,
A verie present ayde

2

In trouble. Thence thogh from its place
Earth should be quite convey'd;

3

Midst seas though hills wer hurld; thogh floods
Should roare, and rage, and shake
The mountains with their swelling might,
No feare need wee to take.

4

A river is whose streams make glad
The citie of our God,
The sanctuarie of the Most High,
The place of his aboade.

5

God doth in midst of her remaine,
Shee never mov'd shall bee.
God shall her opportunelie ayde,
In her necessitie.

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6

The nations made a noise, sore mov'd
The kingdoms did appeare.
The Lord did giue his voyce, the earth
Did melt, dismay'd with feare.

7

On our syde is the Lord of Hosts,
Our strength is Jacob's God.

8

Come, view his workes, what solitude
Hee maks on earth abrode.

9

To earth's far ends Hee wars maks cease,
And breaks the archer's bow.
The spear hee cutts, and in the flams
The chariot wheels doth throw.

10

Let men be still and stoup. Let all
Know I am God, am Hee,
Amongst the heathen nations,
Who will exalted be.

11

Throughout earth's kingdoms all will I
Exalted be abrode.
On our side is the Lord of Hosts;
Our strength is Jacob's God.

XLVII.

1

Clap hands, (yee people all,) to God
With voice of triumph shoute;

2

For dreadfull is the Lord most high,
A mightie king, throughout

3

All earth he raignes. The people shall
Hee vnder ws subdu;
And nations vnder foot to bring,
With strenth shall ws endu.

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4

Of a most rich inheritance,
(The high excellencie
Of Jacob, whom hee dearlie lovd,)
Made choise for ws hath hee.

5

God is ascended with a shoute,
The Lord with trumpetts sound.

6

Sing praise to God, sing praise; Our King
Let all be praysing found.

7

Sing, sing his praise; for God of all
The earth is Lord and King.
High prayses to his holy name,
With vnderstanding sing.

8

The Gentils God subjected hath
To his dominion.
Evin God, established, doth sitt
Vpon his holie throne.

9

Togither ar the princes come,
Who do the people lead,
The people of the mightie God
Of Abraham and his seed.
For vnto God the sheelds of all
The earth belong alone.
Exceedinglie exalted is
This high and holie one.

XLVIII.

1

Great is the Lord, and greatly all
Engaidg't are in his prayse,
In citty of our God, his hill,
Which holines arayes.

2

For situation beautifull,
The joy of all the land
Mount Sion's; on her north side doth
The great king's citie stand.

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3

God for a refuge in her forts
Is knowne; for Lo, kings

4

Mett and did jointlie march. They looke,
From looking wonder springs.

5

There, troubled sore, they frighted fled;

6

Them trembling did o'retake
And payne, lik hers, through labour sore,
Who is in birth brought weak.

7

Thow Tarshish shippeing from the east
With tempest breckst outright.

8

What by report we hard before,
Confirm'd is now by sight,
In citie of the Lord of Hosts,
The citie of our God;
For ever wch establish sure
Sall God, for his aboade.

9

Thy mercy midst thy temple, Lord,
We silent did attend.

10

Such as thy name, thy praise is heard,
Wnto the world's far end.

11

Thy right hand's full of righteousnes.
Rejoyce let Sion's hill;
Becaus of thy just judgements,
Joy let Judah's daughtirs fill.

12

Walk Sion's walls about, around
Her go, her tours all tell.

13

Her bulwarks marke, her buildings strong,
View and considder weell;

14

Her Glorie to succeiding times
To shew. For our God still
Is this God; till our dying day
Hee safely guide ws will.

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XLIX.

1

Hear this, all people, and giue eare,
All in the world who duell,

2

Both high and low; alike yee poore,
And yee whose riches swell.

3

My mouth of wisdome shall discourse,
My heart of knowledge muse;

4

And to apply mine eare vnto
A parable I'le choose.

5

My doubtfull argument vpon
The harp I will unfold.
Why, in the dayes of evill, should
Wpon me feare tak hold,
While I on everie syd besett
Am with iniquitie,
Wch doth me, at my very heels,
Persue wncessantlie?

6

Of these that in their wealth do trust,
Proud while ther riches ryse,

7

Not one a brother can redeeme,
God doth such pryce despise;

8

For deare ther soul's redemption is,
And ceaseth such to be;

9

As thus hee should for ever live,
And not corruption sie.

10

For he beholds the wise to die,
The foole and brutish one
To perish; and that others spend
Their goods when they are gone.

11

Yet think they that establisht still,
Ther houses shall endure;
And, from posteritie, applause
Their buildings shall procuir.

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12

There lands by ther oune names they call.
Man, not the lesse, to day
Advanc'd to honor, like to beasts
That perrish, frosts away.

13

This way of theirs their foolishnes
Maks more then manifest.
Their sayings yet their seed approve,
And much wpon them rest.

14

In grave, like sheep, they shal be lay'd,
(A flock for death to feed);
And over them the just, when as
The morning beams shall spread,
Shall haue dominion. Then their strenth
In grave shal waist away;
Their duelling places of delight
Constrain'd to chainge for clay.

15

But, from dominion of the grave,
God shal my soule sett frie;

16

For me receaue hee shall. O fear
Not, one made rich to sie,
The glory of his hous encreast;

17

For nothing at his end
Shall hee tak hence, nor after him
His honor shal discend.

18

Though, (whiles alive) his soule hee blest;
Thogh, thyself cherishing,

19

Men prayse; with fathers yett to lodge,
Wher nevir light shall spring,

20

Remove hee must. Who prudent are
Not, and in honour bee,
Ar like to beasts, of reasoun voyd,
Which perrisch vtterlie.

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L.

1

The mightie God, Jehouah, spake,
And earth from end to end
Cald; from the riseing of the Sun,
Till where hee doth discend.

2

God out of Sion shyn'd, where seen
Is beautie most compleet.

3

Our God shall come and not be still;
Before Him flams shall eate.

Around Him shall a Tempest rage.

4

To heavens, Hee from above
Shall call, and to the earth, that Hee
His people's Judge may prove.

5

My saints assemble, who with me,
By offring, league did make.

6

Heavens shall his Justice shew, for God,
To judge, the throne shall take.

7

Hear, O my people, I will speak;
O Israel, give thow eare.
God, even thy God, I am: against
Thee witnes I will beare.

8

Not for vnfrequent sacrifice
My challenge is to thee;
For thy brunt offrings have before
Me been continuallie.

9

No bullock from thine house I'le have,
No male goat from thy fold;

10

For beasts that woods and thousand hills
Bring forth, of me do hold.

11

The mountaine foule I know; the feeld
No wild-beast doth frequent,

12

Which I com̄and not; wold I thee,
If food I lackt, acquent?

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Mine is the world, the plentie mine,
That filleth everie part.

13

Vpon the flesh of Bulls, or blood
Of Goats sett I my hart?

14

Such eat or drink will I? To God
Let praise thy offring bee;
And let thy promis'd vowes be pay'd
To Him who is most High.

15

Call thow vpon me in the day
Of thy Calamitie.
Deliver thee I will: my name
So shalt thow glorifie.

16

But O thow wicked one, sayth God,
Darst thow my lawes declair?
My Couenant tak in thy mouth
As warranted thow wer?

17

Thow, who instruction hatst, my words
Of no availe dost make;

18

Runs't with the theef, when seen, and with
Adult'rers dost partake;

19

Thy mouth to evil, and thy tongue
Who givst deceit to frame;

20

Against thy brother speaks, and dost
Thy mother's sonne defame.

21

In these thow stick'st not to transgresse,
Yet silence kept I have;
Me therfor like vnto thyself,
Thow surelie didst conceave.
But thee rebuike I will, at length,
And bring thy sin̄s to light,
And sett them, (vylie as they are,)
In order in thy sight.

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22

This lay to hart, (now) yee who God
Forgett, least yow I teare
In peeces, and there none be found,
Yow to deliver, neare.

23

Who offer praise do honour me;
And who aright dispose
Their way, the Lord's salvation
To such will I disclose.

LI.

inscript.

Thus David, after hee went in
To Bathsheba, convinc'd of sin
By Nathan propheet of the Lord,
His guilt and greef leaves on record.

1

As great in love, as kinde thow art,
O God, on me compassion take;
Thy mercies, not mine owne desert,
A ground for my requeest I make:
As these exceed, my faults not few

2

Blot out. Lord, throughlie purge thow me
From my iniquitie; made new
And cleane, me from my sin sett free.

3

O cleanse me, for my guiltines
I do acknowledge to be great.
My sin, (my secret wickednes,)
Before my face is ayre and late.

4

'Gainst Thee, Thee onlie have I sin'd;
I guiltie in thy sight appeare,
That men for ever Thee may fynd
In speaking just, in judgeing cleare.

5

Lo, in iniquitie forth broght,
My mother me conceav'd in sin.

6

Lo, inward truth Thow lovst, and taught
Me wisdome of the hart within.

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7

Purge, purge with hysope my offence,
That cleane and pure I may appeare.
O wash me, that for ever hence
The snow my whytnes come no neare.

8

Joy make me heare and gladnes, so
The bones Thow bruisd refresh'd shall be.

9

Hide from my faults thy face; let no
Spot vnpurg'd out remaine in me.

10

A cleane hart let created be
In me, renew'd a spirit right.

11

Cast me not off; nor quench in me,
O God, thy holie spirit's light.

12

Thy saveing joy to me restore.
With thy free spirit me sustaine.

13

I'le teach thy wayes, that such before
As went astray may turne againe.

14

From guilt of blood, O God, (the God
Of my salvation,) set me free.
To spread thy righteousnes abroade,
Thus sett on work my tonge shall be.

15

Lord, open thow my lips, so shall
My mouth aloud thy praises sound.

16

For sacrifice if thow didst call,
Mine on thine altar had been found.
No offrings which the flams prepare

17

Thow carst for. Spirits bruisd that be
Of God the sacrifices are;
No broken hart's despis'd by thee.

No hart contrite dost Thow contemne,

18

O God. To Sion, of thy love,
Shew favour. Thy Jerusalem
Raise, of her walls the builder prove.

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19

Offrings of Righteousnes receave,
Brunt offrings, shalt Thow then, O God;
Then whole brunt offrings shall they leave,
And with fat calves thine altars load.

C. [Loud shouts of joy let all the earth]

1

Loud shouts of joy let all the earth
Vnto the Lord expresse.

2

The Lord with gladnes serve, to him
With songs mak your addresse.

3

Know that Jehovah he is God:
He made us, and not we
Our selfes; his people and the scheip
Wee of his pasture bee.

4

Enter his gates with giveing thanks.
Prayse in his courts proclame.
With thanks for ever celebrate
And blesse his holy name.

5

For good is God eternally;
His mercy's firme and sure;
His treuth to generatiounes all
For ever do endure.

CI.

1

Mercy and Judgment I will sing,
I'le sing, O Lord, to thee;

2

And in a perfyte way will keep
The path of prudencie.
Thy presence when shall I enjoy?
I'le walk wt vpright hart.

3

Within myne house all wickednes
Shall from my presence part.

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I hate ther work who turne aside,
To me it shall not cleave.

4

The part perversely that disposd
Is, may at me tak leave.

5

I'le know no wicked persoun, such
As privily employ
Their tongs, ther nighbours to traduce,
I'le vtterly destroy.

A proud high look, a haughty hart
Who haue, such I depise.

6

On them who faithfull in the land
Ar found, I'le sett myne eyes,
That they wt me may duell; the man
Who keips ane vpright way,
Is he whom for a servant chuise
I will, with me to stay.

7

No residence within myne house
For such as work deceat;
Not one establisht in my sight
Shall stand, who lyes relate.

8

Betimes the leude ones of the land
Shall be cutt off by me;
That of all wicked workers thus,
God's citty purg'd may bee.

CII.

A prayer for the soule distrest,
When, with affliction's weght opprest,
To God it poureth furth (apart)
The inward angwisch of the hart.

1

My prayer heare, O Lord.
Lett my complaint haue place.

2

From me in day of my distresse,
O do not hyde thy face.

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Giue eare when I do call;
To answer mak no stay;

3

For, (as ane hearth my bones brunt vp,)
As smoak my dayes decay.

4

Sore smitten is my hart,
Yea withred as the grasse;
That to refresch my lyff with food,
I (carelesse) overpasse.

5

By reason of my groans,
Whose noise no respett gives,
Fast to my skin, (wt dolor dryed,)
My bones full closse do cleave.

6

Most lyk a pelican,
In places waist I prove;
Or, as ane owle, whose dreirie moanes
The deserts wild do move.

7

I lyk a sparow watch,
No myrth which doth admitt,
But, playning on the houses' top,
Doth solitarie sitt.

8

By foes reproaching tongs,
I all the day ame torne;
Who gainst me have let louse ther rage,
My overthrow have sworn.

9

As bread I ashes eate;
My drink I mixed with tears;

10

Becaus in furie thow dost frowne,
And all enflamd appears.

Thy hand on high me raisd;
Thy hand me low hath layd.

11

Most lyk a shade my dayes decline;
Lyk grasse cutt doun I fade.

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12

Bot thow, O Lord, the same
Continew shalt for ay;
To generations all, (ay fresch,)
Shal thy remembrance stay.

13

Thow surelie shalt arise,
And pitie Sion's case;
For now the time, the sett tym's come,
To her to turne thy face.

14

Thy servants in her stones,
(Thogh scattired) tak delight;
Her trampled dust and ruins find
Compassion in ther sight.

15

So heathens shal thy name,
Earth's kings thy glorie fear.

16

When God shall Sion build, hee shall
In glorie bright appear.

17

The destitut's desire
With him shal fynd respect;
Their prayer hee will not despise,
Nor them in neid neglect;

18

For after ages this
Shall kept be in record,
And they that shall created be
Shall blesse and laude the Lord.

19

For hee hath looked doun
From his high sanctuarie;
The Lord from heaven vpon the earth
Hath cast his gracious eye;

20

Of such as be in bonds,
The heavie groans to heare;
And to sett free those that to death,
(As destinate,) ar neare;

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21

In Sion thus to show
Jehovah's holie name;
And in Jerusalem aloud,
His prayses to proclame.

22

Evin then, when congregate
Togither, shal be seen
The people, when to serve the Lord
The kingdomes shall conveen.

23

(My dayes abridgt,) my strength
Hee weakned in the way.

24

In midst of my swift dayes I say'd:
Lord tak me not away.

Beyond all tymes draune out,
Thy years from chainge ar free.

25

Earth's grounds of old thow laydst; the heavens,
Thy workmanship they bee.

26

They perish shall, but thow
Continew shalt for ay.
Yea, as a garment all of them
Shall, (worne with age,) decay.

Evin thow shalt work this chainge,
As on a vesture weake;

27

They chaing'd, but thow shalt still be hee
Whose yeares no change partake.

28

Thy servants' children shall
Continew; and their seed
Established before thy face
For ever shal reside.

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CIII.

1

Blesse God, my soule; his holie name
Blesse, all that is in me.

2

Blesse God, my soule; his bountyes all
Forgott let never bee:

3

Who frielie all thy faults forgiues,
All thy diseases cures;

4

And from destruction sad, thy lyfe's
Redemption procuires;

5

With love, with pittie, thee who crouns;
With good things who thy mouth
Doth fill, that (as the eagles), so
Renewed is thy youth.

6

Justice and judgement doth the Lord
For all that are opprest.

7

His wayes to Moses, Hee his acts
To Israell's son̄es exprest.

8

Most gracious is the Lord, with him
Compassion doth abound;
To anger alwayes slow, and great
In mercie Hee is found.

9

Nor chyds Hee still, nor angrie ay,
Hee gius our sin̄es ther due;

10

Nor doth in ws, as wee deserve,
Iniquitie persew.

11

For as, in wondrous hight, the heavens
Ar rays'd the earth above;
As wondrous great, all they that fear
Him do his mercies prove.

12

As farre as east and furdest west
Disjoyned by distance are,
All our iniquities, from ws
Hath Hee remov'd as far.

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13

As to ther children is the kinde
Respect that parents beare,
As tender-hearted is the Lord
To all that doe him feare.

14

Hee knowes our frame, & myndfull is
Our matter is but dust;

15

That man his dayes are as the grasse,
Which soone evanish must.

Hee floorisheth as doth a floure
In field, which strecht doth fall,

16

By blasting wynds made not to bee,
And fill no place at all.

17

But vnto all eternitie,
For euer firme and fast,
The tender mercie of the Lord,
To all that fear him, last.

18

His righteousnes from race to race,
All such extends vnto
His covenant who keep, and minde
His precepts, them to do.

19

His throne the Lord in Heavens hath fixd;
His kingdome all com̄ands.

20

Blesse him, his angells, yee whose strength
No creatur's strenth withstands.

21

Yee, (hearkening to his voice and word,)
Who to his will mak way,
O blesse the Lord; his ministers,
His hosts which him obey.

22

In evrie place of his empire,
To what hee doth afford
To bee, or move, lett all him blesse.
My soule, O blesse the Lord.

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CIV.

1

Blesse God, my soule! O God, my God,
How great dost thow appeare;
Glorie and highest honour are
The roabs which thow dost weare.

2

As with a garment who thyself
Environ'd hast with light;
Whose hands the heavens haue streacht about
Thee, like a curtain bright.

3

The beames of all his high-raisd roumes
Who layd in deeps aboue;
Clouds made his chariot, winging winds,
(Thus mounted,) who doth move.

4

His angells sp'rits, his ministers
Who made a fyrie flame;

5

And earth, that stable it might stand,
On bases firme did frame.

6

Most lyk a rayment, with the deep
Thow cov'redst it around;
Waters (envolving all) the tops
Of highest mountaines round.

7

But thow no sooner didst rebuik,
Then all, (with gushing noise,)
Wer put to flight; all haisted have,
At thy loud thundring voyce.

8

They vpwards by the mountains move;
By valleys low discend;
And for the place which thow didst found,
For ther aboad, do bend.

9

To them thow didst assigne a bound,
Within the which to byde,
That they should nevir more returne,
Earth's flourie face to hyd.

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10

Plains hee with springs provyds, which way
Betwein the mountains make;

11

Beasts of the feeld heer drinke, and here
Ther thrist wild asses slaike.

12

By them the feathred flocks of heaven
Themselvs do place by payrs,
And heer (securelie) midst the boughes,
Sitt warbling forth sweett ayres.

13

Hills, from his courts above, to baith,
Hee moisture doth prepare.
Fild with the fruict of thy rare works,
The earth is evrie where.

14

For cattell grasse, herb for the vse
Of man, hee maks to grow;
And causeth earth's cold bosome food
Aboundantlie bestow.

15

Hence wine to cheare the heart, and oyle
To clear the face, hee brings;
Hence bread, whose strenth the life sustaines,
At his appointment springs.

16

The trees of the Almightie full
Of sap and strenth do stand;
Mount Libanus' tal cedars, which
Hee planted with his hand.

17

Birds (heer) do build ther nests; the Storke
In firrs aloft doth lodge.

18

Steep hills to goats, to coneyes smal
The rocks ar a refuge.

19

The lesser light, the moone, he made
Apointed tyms to show;
The sun̄e, when time is to breck off
His daylie taske, doth know.

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20

Thow darknes calst, 'tis night; in it
From woods breck forth abrode

21

Wild beasts. Prey-roareing lyons seek
Ther sustenance from God;

22

But, gathred in their den̄s do lurk,
Dayes torch whill thow dost light.

23

Man to his industry retourns,
And plies his work till night.

24

How many ar thy works, O Lord,
All wrought in wisdom rare?
Fild with thy riches infinite
The earth is everie where.

25

So this great sea is, whose vast arms,
Stretcht out on evrie syd,
Of creeping creaturs numberlesse,
Sorts great and small do hyd.

26

Heer doe the ships make way; heere strayes
The leviathan hudge,
By thee which form'd, heerin to play,
This element doth lodge.

27

All wayt on thee, in seasoun due
That thow mayst furnisch food.

28

Thou giust, they gathir; all, thy hand,
Sprede forth, doth fill with good.

29

Thow hidst thy face, how suddenlie
Doth trouble on them fall.
Their spirit thow calst back, they dye,
And turnd in dust are all.

30

Thy spirit thow sends furth, and hence
A new creation springes.
Thus thow to earth's sad face, (refresh'd),
New lyff and beautie bringes.

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31

God's glorie still may last; may still
His works his joy provock.

32

On earth hee looks, its center shakes;
Hee toucheth hills they smoake.

33

Whill, (adding dayes,) my life hee lenths,
Of him my song shal bee;
Whill beeing thow bestow'st, my God,
I'le still be prayseing thee.

34

My thoghts of him shall be most sweett;
My joy in God I'le place.

35

Lett sinners, from the earth cutt off,
No more defyle her face.
O, that the wicked, (quite consum'd,)
Hence nevir more might spring!
Blesse thow the Lord, my soule! Let all
The Lord's high prayses sing.

CV

1

Praise God, O call vpon his name;
The people with his actes acquent.

2

Sing vnto him, in psalmes proclaime
His prayse; his wondrous works all vent.

3

His holy name let alwayes bee
Your glory. Glade in hart be they

4

Who seek the Lord. The Lord seek yee;
O seek his strenth and face for ay.

5

The works miraculouslie wrought,
Prodigious wonders of each kinde,
The judgements of his mouth, all broght
To passe by him, still beare in minde,

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6

Seed of his servant Abraham,
His Choisen Ones, yee Jacob's race.

7

Our God Jehouah is by name;
His judgements in all earth haue place.

8

Hee keeps in minde his couenant
For ay, his word and promise fast,
The which hee did command and grant
To thousands of degrees to last;

9

His league with Abram made, which hee
By oath to Isaake ratifyde;

10

To Jacob stablisht by decree,
To Israel firme for ay to byd.

11

Canaan's pleasant soyle, (said Hee,)
That fruitfull land, I will mak thine,
Of your inheritance to bee
The proper lote, layd off by line.

12

In number few, evin verie few,
And forraineuers when there they stayed;
When as, (encountring straits anew,)
From nation they to nation strayed,

When from one kingdome they did flitt,
And other parts and people prov'd,

14

To wrong them hee did none permitt,
Yea, kings hee for their sakes reprov'd.

15

Take heed, (sayd hee) lest violence
To mine anointed offred be;
Sie, yee to them give no offence;
Vnharm'd, my propheits lett passe free.

16

He famine cald, to which hee gaue
The land; evin bracke the staffe of breade;

17

And Joseph sent, (thogh sold a slave,)
A man of place, them to preceid;

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18

Whose feet, sore payn'd with bolts of brasse,
In irons made fast, they made him lye;

19

Till that his word did come to passe;
The Lord did by his word him try.

20

The king, the peopl's ruler, sent
To lowse his bands, and him inlairge.

21

Instead of strict imprissonment,
Of all his house hee gaue him charge;
Lord therof, yea, of all hee hade

22

He ruler made him; to his will
To ty his; that wiser made
His elders might be, by his skill.

23

Israell also, full of years,
To Egypt from Canaan came.
Old Jacob, fred of all his fears,
Did sojourne in the land of Chame.

24

The Lord his people every way,
There, did exceidinglie increase,
And soone them mightier made then they
Who did themselves their foes professe.

25

With hate his people to persew,
Their wicked harts hee did enclyne;
His servants, as their number grew,
By subtilty to vndermine.

26

His servant Moses Hee employ'd,
Yea, Aaron chuis'd, amidst the crew

27

Wher Chame discent ther lote enjoy'd;
His signes and wonders (there) they shew.

28

Hee darknes sent, and darknes all
Envolv'd; his word was not withstoode.

29

Their streams turnd blood; both great and small
The fish hee slew of everie flood.

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30

Their princes' rowmes of frogs not free,
Of them the land brought forth such hosts;

31

Hee spake, forth suarm'd each sort of flie;
Yea, lyce did craule in all their costs.

32

Haill in ther land and fireflaughts flew,
For nursing raine, which hee held back.

33

Their vines and figtrees hee o'rethrew,
And all ther border trees doun brack.

34

He spake, and numberles wer found
Locusts and cutwormes, to employ

35

Of all the land and fertile ground,
The herbe and fruit which did destroy.

36

The first borne all, of all ther land,
Hee smote, the chieff of all ther strength.

37

With gold and silver at command,
His people hee brought furth at lenth.
Mongst all the Tribs was none at all
Found feeble, and vnfitt for flight.

38

Egipt, in that their fear did fall
On them, was glade at ther good-night.

39

By him a cloud was o're them cast.
A fyre to cleare the night was given.

40

They ask'd, hee brought them quails in haist,
And fild them with the bread of heavin.

41

The rock he opned, from whose veyns
Hee made refreshing waters flow,
Which, gliding through the parched playnes,
Did soone a pleasant river grow.

42

For good his holie word hee made
To Abraham, his servant deare;

43

And brought his people forth most glade,
His choisen ones, with shouting cheare.

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44

The peoples' paynes, the heathens' lands,
For them to brooke hee did afford;

45

His laws observe, and his com̄ands
That they might keep. O, praise the Lord.

CVI.

1

Praise God. With thanks make your addresse;
Hee's good, His mercie lasts for ay.

2

His mightie acts who can expresse?
Who all his praises can display?

3

Blest they that judgement keep! Evin hee
Who to do right doth stil hold deare!
Lord, with that love remember me,
Which to thy people thow dost beare.

4

Wowchaife, O Lord, to visite me
With thy salvation, to the end
That I the good and peace may sie,

5

That still thy choisen do attend;
That, with thy nation to rejoyce,
All joy beside I may decline;
And that I glorie may with those,
Who by inheritance ar thine.

6

Wee, with our fathers, (Lord,) haue sind;
Perverse and lewd our works haue been.

7

Our fathers, at thy wonders blynd,
Throughout all Egipt which wer seene,
Them vnderstood not, nather kept
Thy mercies' multitude in minde;
But at the sea, the Red Sea, leapt
All in rebellion and repind.

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8

Yet, for his name's sake, them hee sav'd,
His mightie powar to mak knowne.

9

The Red Sea hee rebuik'd; bereav'd
Of waves, it was dryed vp and gone.
Through deeps, as desarts dry, hee led,

10

And them from hater's hand rescu'd;
Yea, them deliuered while they fled
Before their foes, who them persew'd.

11

Seas covered ther oppressors proud,
Not one of all was left aliue.

12

His word beleeving then, aloud,
In songs, they solemne prayse did giue.

13

But soone they did his works forgett,
And did not on his counsell wait;

14

But, in the desart, lowsse did lett
The rains to concupiscence great.

They lusted, and did tempt the Lord,
Whil through the wildernes they went.

15

To their requeist hee did accord,
But lean̄esse in their soules hee sent.

16

At Moses in the campe they grudgd,
And thus gainst Aron did they sin̄,

17

God's holy one. To death adjudg'd,
Earth opning, Dathan did suck in.

18

Earth, (straight), Abiram's companie
Did cover. Midst ther troups a fire
Was kindled. For there mutinie,
Midst flames the wicked did expire.

19

A Calfe they made, a molten masse,
In Horeb, worship eik imparted;

20

And in ane oxe's forme, on grasse
That feeds, their glory they converted.

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21

Of God forgettfull they became,
Who sav'd them whil to him they soght,
In Egypt; in the land of chame,

22

Things great and wonderfull who wroght,
Evin fearfull things by the Red Sea:

23

That, whil for their destruction bent,
His choysen Moses, them to free,
Did in the gape himselff present.

Els (straight) persewing wraith surprisd
Had all, thus if not turn'd aside.

24

The pleasant land, yea, they despis'd,
And did his holie word diffide.

25

Yea, in their tents a murmureing band
Them found hee, from his voice to be

26

Averse; sua lifted vp his hand,
That in the desart they should die;

27

Amongst the heathen overthroune,
That fall and perish should their seed,
And, dissipate in parts vnknowne,
That they should roame about in need.

28

To Baal-peor joynd, they eate
The sacrifices of the dead.

29

Thus, by their workes, (his furie great
Provockt,) the plague did mongst them spread.

30

But judgement quicklie exequuted
By Phyneas, the plague did stay;

31

A work for righteousnes imputed
To him, from age to age, for ay.

32

Him, where the streams of strife did flow,
They greev'd, with Moses for their sake

33

That ill it went. There chaif'd they so
His spirit that hee rashlie spake.

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34

Nor all the rebell nations slew
They, whom the Lord to death decern'd;

35

But, (mingled mongst the heathen crew,)
Their works (with greedinesse) they learn'd.

36

They serv'd their idols, for a snare
Which wer vnto them. Ill advis'd,

37

Nor souns nor daughtirs they did spair;
But vnto devils them sacrific'd.

38

Much sakeles blood they shed. The blood
Of eyther sexe of ther owne seed
They offred to the Idole broode
Which did Canaan overspreed.
The land with blood thus did they staine.

39

To works most vyle, which made them, bent,
And with their oune inventions vain,
They wickedlie a whooreing went.

40

God's wrath thus 'gainst his people grew,
That hee his heritage abhorr'd;

41

And, suffring heathens them subdue,
They ruld wer by their haters' word.

42

By foes opprest, whil humbled so,

43

Oft from their hand Hee sett them frie;
But, with their counsell greev'd, them low
Hee broght, for their iniquitie.

44

Yet lookt hee on them when, (confind
With straits,) their cry came to his eare,

45

And vnto them did call to minde
The covenant which hee did sweare.
Hee did repent him, as abound
His mercies do, which bounds exceid;

46

Yea, caused that they favor found
With all who them did captius lead.

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47

Saue ws our God. Ws, Lord, reclaime
From mongst the heathen. Fred by thee
So shall wee laude thy holie name;
So shall thy praise our glorie be.

48

Blest be the Lord, both now and ay,
The God of Israel, good alwayes.
Amen, let all the people say.
All joyntlie to the Lord give prayse.

CVII.

Begin̄ing the 5 booke of the psalmes.

1

Giue thanks to God, for hee is good,
His mercie lasts for ay.

2

This the redeem'd ones of the Lord,
(From foes sett free,) may say;

3

From east, west, south and north, whom hee
Did gather from all bounds,

4

Whil wand'ring in the wildernes,
Through waist and wayles grounds.

5

No citie found they where to duell;
With thrist and hunger faint

6

Their soules did fail. Then with their straits
The Lord they did acquent.

7

The Lord from their distresse them fred,
And led them in the way,
That thus sett right, they might fynd out
A citty for their stay.

8

Oh, for the bountyes of the Lord
That men wold thankfull prove;
To prayse him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

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9

For hee the thristie soule doth slaike,
And satisfy at will;
Yea, evin the soule with hunger faint,
With goodnes hee doth fill.

10

Who duell in darknes, in death's shade,
With Irnes and anguisch bound,

11

Becaus against the word of God
Rebellious they wer found;

12

Yea, did the highest's counsell scorne,
Hee therfor did bring low
Their harts with labour. They fell doun
Bot none did help bestow.

13

Then when with straits besett about,
Vnto the Lord they cry,
The Lord from their distresses all
Releev'd them by and by.

14

From darknes, from the shade of death,
His hand them furth did take;
And to their fetters offring force,
Asunder them did shaike.

15

Oh, for the bounties of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

16

For Hee the gates of brasse most strong,
Hath brust and brocken all;
And, by his might, the barrs of irne
Ar cut in peeces small.

17

For their transgressions, for their sins,
Fooles ar afflicted sore.

18

All food their souls abhorre; death's gates
(Straight) are they brought before.

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19

To God then cry they in distresse,
From straits hee setts them free;

20

His word hee sends, and they, restored,
Destruction's stroke do flee.

21

Oh, for the bountyes of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise Him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

22

The sacrifice of solem̄e thanks
To God lett them present,
And with rejoiceing heart, his works
Of might and mercy vent.

23

They that in schipps do seas discend,
And on proud wavs persew

24

Their trade, God's works and wondrous acts,
Amidst the deeps do view.

25

Hee speeks, and streght tempestuous stormes
Of wynds his word obey,
Which swelling surges lift aloft,
That none bot hee can lay.

26

To heavins heav'd vp, thence dive they doun,
Discouering deeps profound;
Their melting soules, amidst these straits,
Wnwsuall fears confound.

27

As one in drink, in stag'ring state,
They totter to and fro,
And to ther witt's end broght, no more
Do skill nor courage show.

28

While straited thus in thes extreams,
Wnto the Lord they cry;
The Lord from their distresses all
Releeus them by and by.

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29

The storme he calms and, (waves represt,)
Sea's angrie face maks eavin,

30

And brings them glade, (the tempest stild,)
To their desyred heawen.

31

Oh, for the bounty of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise Him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold moue!

32

O, let them 'mongst the multitude
Exalt his holy name;
And, when the elders are conveen'd,
His prayse aloud proclame.

33

Rivers a desart, water springs
Dry land the Lord doth make;

34

The fruitfull land a barrennesse,
For leud possessors' sake.

35

The wildirnes in standing lakes,
Dry ground in water springs

36

He turns, and (there) that they may duell,
The hungrie hither brings.

A duelling citie they prepare,
More safelie where to live.

37

The feilds they saw, and vine yairds plant,
Which friuchfull encrease giue.

38

Hee blesseth them, and multiply'd
(Thus) ar they in excesse.
Yea, for their cattell Hee doth care,
That they do not decrease.

39

Againe diminished they are,
And suddenlie brought low;
Constrain'd to beare oppression,
Calamitie and woe.

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40

Contempt Hee, at his pleasour, pours
On pow'rs that scepters swey;
And, in a wayles wildernes,
Hee causeth them to stray.

41

Yet, from affliction Hee doth raise
The poore, borne doun with neid;
And, as a standing flock doth make
Their families to spread.

42

The man that righteousnes persews
Shall thus, (rejoiceing,) sie;
And all iniquity shall stop
Her mouth, and silenc'd bee.

43

Who prudent is, who, (wiselie way'd,)
To hart doth thes things lay,
The loving kindnes of the Lord
That wnderstand they may.

CVIII.

1

My hart's prepar'd, O God! I'le sing
And mak sweet melodie

2

Evin with my glorie. Be awalk't
My harp and psalterie!

3

Myselfs I ayrelie will rowse vp,
And, mongst the people, prayse;
Yea, hymns amongst the nations,
To Thee, O Lord, I'le rayse.

4

For great thy mercy's heavins above;
Thy truth the clouds doth reach.

5

To heavens be thow extold, O God;
Thy glory, (passing speech,)

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6

Be over all the earth, that thy
Belov'd may be sett free.
Deliuer, Lord, by thy right hand,
And daigne to ansuer me.

7

God by his holinesse, hath said
(I joyfull will remaine,)
That Schechem's spoyls I shall devide,
And measure Succoth's playne.

8

Mine Gilead is, Manasse's mine,
And Ephraim of mine head
The strenth's; my statuts and my lawes
From Judah shall proceed.

9

Moab's my washing pott, my shoe
O're Edom will I cast;
And over Palestina proud
Triumph I shall at last.

10

Who will wnto the citty strong,
To Edom, be my guide?

11

Wilt thow not, Lord, from ws cast off,
Who late thy face didst hide?

12

Wilt thow not with our hosts goe forth
O God? To thee wee flee,
To thee, for help in all our straits,
For vain is man's supplie.

13

By ws shall acts of worth be wroght,
Through God, in whom wee trust.
Evin Hee our adversaries all
Shall trample in the dust.

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CIX.

1

God of my praise, let my complaint
Thy patient silence marre;

2

For wicked and deceatfull mouths
Against me opned are.

3

With lying tongs they me traduce,
They compasse me around
With words of malice, and persew
Me, while no caus is found.

4

They for my favor are my foes,
But vnto thee I pray.

5

They ill for good, my love vnfain'd
With hatred do repay.

6

Let ouer him the wicked rule,
And at his right hand sett

7

Be Sathan. Let him, (when adjudg't,)
Doome with the guilty gett;

8

His prayer sin̄e; his days be few;
His charge another take.

9

Their mother soone a widow, may
Their orphane children make.

10

Still vaige, and sharke, and beg about,
Their bounds lay'd waist, they may;

11

To mercilesse extortioners,
Lett all hee hath be prey.

12

His labour let the stranger spoyle,
And none compassion shew;
Vnto his children fatherles
From none may favour flow.

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13

His ofspring, utterlie cutt off,
May no more sprout nor spread;
Let evin their names be blotted out,
In ages to succeed.

14

His father's faults be ever fresch
With God, nor wipt away

15

His mother's sinne; before the Lord
Let them be found for ay.

16

The Lord their memorie from earth
Root out, becaus hee shew
No mercie, but the indigent
and needie did persew;

Yea, spaird not to the brocken heart
The wounds of death to giue.

17

To cursing as he was enclin'd,
Let cursing to him cleaue:
As blessing bred him no delight,
No blessing be him neare.

18

Let cursing cloath him as a suit
Most fitt for him to weare;

As water in his bowells may
It sink; as oyle find place,

19

Evin pearce his bones; bee't as a cloake,
Or covering of disgrace,

20

Or as a belt, continowally
To gird himselff withall.
This to my foes, that will speek
Against my soule, befall;

21

From God be this their due. But thow,
For glorie of thy name,
Do, for me Lord, me to rescue,
Let lousse thy mercye's streame.

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22

For good it is, O God, and I
Afflicted am, and poore.
Yea, deep and deadlie wounds my hart
Within me doth endure.

23

Gone am I, a declining shade
My cace doth clearlie show;
As ye vnsettled grasse-hopper
I tos'd am to and fro.

24

My knees, through fasting, feeble are;
My flesh of fatnes free;

25

To them made a reproach, their heads
They shake and gaize at me.

26

Help me, O Lord my God! O save
Me, for thy mercie's sake.

27

That this thy hand is and thy work,
(Lord,) manifest it make.

28

Curse they, so thow do blesse, O Lord;
Confusion let them gain
Against me who arise, but glade
Thy servant let remain.

29

Disgrace my foes may cloath, their schame
Them cover as a cloake.

30

The Lord wncessantlie I'le prayse,
My mouth shall him invoke;

31

I'le prayse him midst the preasse, for Hee,
The poore-man's right hand nigh,
Him, from persute of such as wold
Condemne his soule, setts free.

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CX.

1

The Lord say'd to my Lord, sitt doun,
Place by my right hand take,
Till I thine adversaries all
For thee a foot stoole make.

2

The scepter of thy strenth the Lord
Shall out of Sion send.
Rule thow amidst thine enemies,
Thy Government extend.

3

In day of thy wnbounded pow're,
When all thy foes shall flie,
Thy people, voluntaries all,
Shal flock and follow thee.
In beauties of pure holinesse,
As deaw in everie feeld,
The morning's bellie shal thy youth
Innumerable yeeld.

4

The Lord hath sworne and will him not
Repent; eternallie
A preist thow art, according to
Melchisedeck's degree.

5

The Lord, thy right hand alwayes nigh,
When comes the dreadfull day
Of his fierce wraith, shal kings cut off,
In state who scepters swey.

6

Amongst the heathen hee shall judge;
On them giue sentence out.
Yea, hee, with lifelesse carcasses,
Shall fill the bounds about.

7

The heads of mightie countreyes shall
Hee wound, and in the way
Drink of the brooke, and therfor lift
His head aloft for ay.

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CXI.

1

Prayse yee the Lord! My hart to prayse
I whollie will applie.
Him midst the preasse, evin where the saincts
Assemble, prayse will I.

2

Great are his acts, soght out of all
That therein tak delight.

3

Most glorious, most majestick all
His works in all men's sight.

4

His righteousnes endures for ay.
His wonders deep in minde
To be lay'd vp hee maks. The Lord
Most gracious is and kinde.

5

Who feare him furnischt are with food,
And from his hand do gett
What neidfull is. His covenant
Hee nevir doth forgett.

6

The powar of his actes hee hath
Made to his people knowne,
In giveing the inheritance
Of heathens to his owne.

7

Judgement and strenth his hands haue wrought.
All his decries are sure;

8

In vprightnesse and veritie
Done, they for ay endure.

9

Redeem'd hee hath his people, firme
His couenant to his
For euer hee hath made: His name
Holie and dreadfull is.

10

First wisdome is to feare the Lord,
And wisest are all they,
That walk in his comandements.
His prayse endurs for ay.

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CXII.

1

Sing Halelujah! Blest is hee
Who doth Jehouah feare,
To whom the Lord's commandements
Exceedinglie ar deare.

2

His seed shall mightie be on earth.
The just man's progenie

3

The Lord shall blesse, and in his house
Shall wealth and riches bee.

4

His righteousnes endures for ay.
To him ariseth light
In darknes. Hee is gracious,
Shewes mercy and doth right.

5

A good man pitty doth expresse,
And to the needfull lends;
And caryes with discretion
What ever hee intends.

6

Hee, (surelie,) nevir shal be mov'd.
The wpright's memorie

7

No tyme shall bound. Hee fears no news,
How bade so e're they be.

8

Fix'd is his hart; In God hee trusts;
His hart's vpholden still.
Hee fears not, til vpon his foes
God his desires fullfill.

9

Hee scattred hath, and given the poore.
His righteousnes for ay

10

Shall last. His horne, in honor raysd,
The wicked shal dismay,

175

Who this shal sie, and greeve, and gnash
His teeth, and pine for spite;
All whoes desires shall frustrate be,
And with him perrisch quite.

CXIII.

1

O praise the Lord. Prayse yee who serve
The Lord. His name praise yee.

2

God's holie name be blest from hence,
Furth to eternity.

3

From whence the rysing sunne the day
Doth cheerfullie renew,
Til where his task hee ends, all prayse
Vnto his name is due.

4

High is Jehouah, nations all
Com̄anding by his might.
Yea, heauens exceidinglie ar low,
Match'd with his glorye's hight.

5

Who's lyk vnto the Lord our God,
Whose duelling is on high?

6

And stoupeth doun, in heauens and earth
What acted is, to sie.

7

From dust the low hee lifts. The poore
Hee from the dunghill takes,

8

And wnto him, with princes, place,
(His people's princes,) makes.

9

Wnto the barren to keep hous
His favor doth afford,
Of children made a mother glade.
O ever prayse the Lord.

176

CXIV.

1

From Egipt's servitude sett free
When Israell way did make,
And Jacob's house a people left,
A barbarous tonge which spake,

2

Judah the Sanctuary wes,
Where honored was his name,
And Israell the dominion
Which him for Lord did claime.

3

The sea this saw and frighted fled;
Swift Jordan back did flow.

4

Lyk ram̄s the mountains high did skip,
Lik lambs, the hills more low.

5

Sea, wherefore fledst thow? Jordan swift,
Why didst thow back ward flow?

6

Lyk ram̄s why skipt yee, mountains high?
Like lambs, yee hills more low?

7

At presence of the Lord, O earth,
Submitt thyself and schaike;
Whil Jacob's God is looking on,
How canst thow then but quaike?
O, tremble him before, who turnes
The rocks in liquid laiks,
And who the veynes of firmest flint,
His water conduits maks.

CXV.

1

Not wnto ws, Lord, not to ws,
To whom belongeth schame,
Bot for thy treuth and mercye's sake,
Giue glorie to thy name.

177

2

Why should the heathens, in their pryd,
Wher's now ther God, demand?

3

Our God's in heauen, and brings to passe
What pleaseth him com̄and.

4

Men's handiwork their idols are,
Of silver and of Gold.

5

They mouths which speek not haue, and eyes
Which nothing can behold:

6

To them are ears, yet hear they not,
And noses voyd of sent;

7

Hands which no feeling haue, and feet
On which they never went.

8

No way for words is through there throat.
Who make them lyk them bee;
Evin all to them, (dishonoring God,)
With confidence who flie.

9

O Israell, trust thow in the Lord,
Whose help and sheeld he is.

10

O Hous of Aron, trust in God,
The help and sheeld of his.

11

Who feare Him trust in Him; to such
A help and sheeld is he.

12

Hee hath remembred ws, and sure
Wee blest of him shal bee.
The house of Israell, yea, the house
Of Aron blesse hee shall.

13

Evin all who feare his holie name
Shal blest be, great and small.

14

To blessing hee shall blessing adde,
On yow and on your seed.

15

By him yee blest are, earth around
Who did heavin's courtain spread.

178

16

Vnto Jehouah do the heavins,
The gloriouse heauens belong;
Bot earth his hand devided hath
The son̄es of men among.

17

The deid that doe in silence duell,
Gone doun wnto the grave
From mongst the liveing, Thee, O Lord,
To prayse no power have.

18

Bot wee wncessantlie will blesse
And laud thy holie name.
From hence forth, and for evir moir,
Let all his prayse proclame.

CXVI.

1

I'le love the Lord, for Hee
My voyce and sute did heare.

2

I'le call him whil I live, to me
For hee hath still giuen eare.

3

Death's sorrows me besett;
Hell's payns on me gate hold;
Trouble and straits I found till I
Did my distresse vnfold.

4

On God's name did I call,
My soule, O Lord, sett free.

5

Kynde, just and mercifull our God
Is, such he prov'd to me.

6

The Lord the simple saves;
Hee helpt me when brought low.

7

Turne to thy rest, my soule, to thee
His bountyes largelie flow.

179

8

Becaus my trembling soule
From terrifyeing death,
My melting eyes from flowing tears,
Thy hand deliuered hath;

9

From falling since my feett
Thy favour hath sett free,
In land of lyff, to walk before
The Lord, my cace shal bee.

10

I spake, so I beleev'd.
Me trouble sore did try;

11

And in my haist, I did affirme
That everie man did lye.

12

What shall I thee repay,
Lord, for thy bounties all?

13

The cup of saveing health I'le take
And on thy name will call.

14

To God I'le pay my vows,
(Now,) in his people's sight.

15

Deare in his eyes the death of saincts
Is, whom the world doth slight.

16

Thy servant, O my God,
Thy servant sure am I,
Thy handmaid's son̄e. When I was fast
My bonds thow didst vntye.

17

The sacrifice of thanks
I'le offer, Lord; on thee

18

I'le call now, in thy people's sight;
Perform'd my vows shal be.

19

Within thy courts, amidst
Thine house them will I pay,
In midst of thee Jerusalem.
Him prayse yee, now and ay.

180

CXVII.

1

Praise yee Jehovah, nations all;
All people laud the Lord;

2

For plentifullie towards ws
Hee mercy doth afford.
Exceeding great his kyndnes is;
No time his treuth doth bound.
Yee nations, yee, his people all,
Loud Halelujahs sound.

CXVIII.

1

O praise the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercie lasts for ay.

2

For ever that his mercie lasts,
Let Israell now say

3

Still that his mercie lasts, O hous
Of Aron, condiscend.

4

O, all that fear the Lord, confesse
His mercies haue no end.

5

I cald vpon the living Lord,
With pinching straits surchairg'd.
The Lord his servant dain'd to heare,
Me ansuer'd, and enlarg'd.

6

The Lord's for me. To me, what man
Can do, I will not feare.

7

The Lord's for me, with them that help
Me, ay in trouble neare.

8

Wpon my haters therfor shall
I see, in God to trust
Is bettir then put confidence
In man, who is but dust.

181

9

Tis bettir in the Lord to trust,
On kings then to rely.

10

All nations me belay'd, but them
I vanquis'd by and by.

11

In name of God I vanquish'd them.
They compast me around,
They compast me, bot in God's name,
Them did I quite confound.

12

They compast me about like bees,
Bot as a crackling fire
Of thorns, in name of God, by me
Cut off, they did expire.

13

Thrust at me sore thow hast, to mak
Me fall; bot God did ayde;

14

God who my strength, my song of joy,
Is my salvation made.

15

Heard in the tents is, of the just,
The voyce of victory;
Loud shouts of joy: the Lord's right hand
Hath done most valiantlie.

16

Exalted is the Lord's right hand.
The right hand of the Lord

17

Did valiantlie. I shall not die;
His hand did lyff afford.
Evin live I shall, and blaize abrode
His works which wondrous bee.

18

Hee sore me chast'ned, bot to death
Did not deliuer me.

19

The gates of righteousnes cast vp,
That entrie I may make,
And render prayse wnto the Lord,
Who me did not foirsake.

182

20

This is the gate of God, by which
To passe the saincts are seene.

21

I'le prayse thee for thow, answering me,
Hast my salvation been.

22

The stone that builders did refuse
Is now the corner's head.

23

This is of God, this in our eyes
Astonishment doth bread.

24

This is the day, (O gloriouse day!)
For our deliuery made,
Made by the Lord. In this rejoyce,
In this lett ws be glade.

25

Hosanna! Save now Lord; O, grant
Prosperity and peace.

26

Blest hee, who in Jehouah's name,
Coms frielie offring grace.

27

Wee blesse yow from God's housse; evin God,
The Lord, our day adorns
With light: with cords the offring ty
Vnto the altars horns.

28

My God, I'le thee exalt: my God,
I'le prayse thee night and day.

29

O, prayse the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercy lasts for ay.

CXIX.

Aleph.

1

Blest are the vpright in the way,
God's law who leave not. Who observe

2

His testimonys, blest are they,
With whole heart him who seik and serve.

183

3

Them (sure) no wicked works pervert;
His paths they stedfastlie persew.

4

Wnto thy precepts, on our part,
Thow crav'st, O Lord, obedience due.

5

O, that my wayes (by thee direct)
To keep thy statuts, I could frame!

6

When all thy precepts I respect,
Then shall I not be broght to shame.

7

I'le prayse thee with ane vpright hart,
Thy judgements just when learn'd I haue.

8

I from thy lawes will not depart.
O, do not wtterlie me leaue.

Beth.

9

The wayes of youth to cleanse, what way?
In watching o're them by thy word.

10

With whole hart haue I soght thee, stay
Me, least thy law I leaue, O Lord.

11

Hidd in my hart thy word I haue,
Lest sin̄ing I should thee offend.

12

Blest art thow, Lord. Me teach, I craue,
Thy statuts, who on thee depend.

13

My lipps, at large, I haue employ'd,
The judgments of thy mouth to spread.

14

Thy testimonyes way hath joy'd
Me, more then goods which most exceed.

15

Oft on thy precepts pause I will;
Thy wayes in sight I still will sett.

16

Joy will I in thy statuts still;
Thy word I never will forgett.

184

Gimel.

17

Deall with thy servant bounteouslie,
That I may live and keep thy word.

18

Myne eyes wnvaill that I may sie
The wonders of thy law, O Lord.

19

On earth a stranger I: Oh hyde
Not from me thy comandements.

20

My soule for langour breaks; besyde
Thy judgements noght, no time, contents.

21

Thy scharp rebuiks the proud do prove,
Accurst, who from thy statuts swerve.

22

Contempt and schame from me remove,
Thy testimonyes who observe.

23

Kings sitt and gainst me speeke with spight,
Yet muse I on thy statuts ay.

24

Thy testimonyes me delight;
Thence counsell doe I craue alway.

Daleth.

25

To dust of death my soule draws neare;
Giue lyff, according to thy word.

26

My wayes I wtter'd, thow gavst eare.
Instruct me in thy statuts, Lord.

27

Me with thy precepts' paths acquent,
So I thy wonders shall proclame.

28

For heavinesse my soule doth faint;
Give strenth. Thy promise, Lord, I clame.

29

False wayes from me remove. I crave,
(Of Grace,) thy law to giue me light.

30

The way of treuth I choysen haue,
And sett thy judgments in my sight.

31

Wnto thy testimonyes ay
I stick: from me (Lord) schame avert.

32

Of thy commands I'le run the way,
When as enlarg'd thow hast my hart.

185

He.

33

Teach me, (O Lord,) thy statuts' way;
I shall observe it to the end.

34

Giue light: to keep and to obey
Thy law, my whole hart I shal bend.

35

Me in thy precepts' path preserue,
For I all pleasour els decline.

36

Thy testimonies to observe,
And not to greed, my hart encline.

37

Let not to objects vain, debord
Myne eyes; me quicken in the way.

38

Firme to thy servant mak thy word,
Devoted to thy feare, for ay.

39

My shame, much fear'd, put out of sight.
Good are thy judgements I confesse.

40

Thy law I long for with delight;
Me quicken in thy righteousnes.

Vau.

41

Thy mercies, evin salvation, Lord,
According to thy word, wouchave,

42

That ansuer such as me removd,
I may; thy word I trusted haue.

43

Do not, O do not from my mouth,
(Whoes hope thy judgements hath for stay,)

44

Tak wtterlie the word of treuth,
So I thy law shal keep for ay.

45

So I at libertie shal walk,
For I thy precepts seeks. So I

46

Shall of thy testimoneys talk,
In princes' presence, shame layd by.

47

Thy laws, much lov'd, me still shal please;
Evin to thy laws which much I lov'd

48

I'le lift mine hands; and thy decrees
Ne're from my mynde shal be remov'd.

186

Zain.

49

O call to minde to me thy word,
To all my hopes which ground doth giue.

50

This comfort doth in straits afford;
Thy word (O Lord) doth me revive.

51

The proud me mock't with much despight,
Yet from thy law I did not start.

52

Of old the judgements of thy might
I did remember, and took hart.

53

Horror on me taks hold, to sie
How wicked men thy lawes foirsake.

54

In house of pilgrimage, to me
Thy statuts did sweet musick make.

55

Thy name, O Lord, not in the night
Did I forgett. I keipt thy law.

56

This had I, cause thy precepts light
Me in obedience did draw.

Cheth.

57

Lord, thow alone my portion art,
I said I would thy words hold fast.

58

I soght thy face with all mine hart.
Me pitie, as thow promise past.

59

My feet I (weighing all my wayes)
Did to thy testimonyes turn.

60

I hasted, shuneing all delayes;
To keep thy precepts I did burne.

61

Me wicked bands haue made their pryse,
Bot still thy law I sett in sight.

62

To praise thee I'le at midnight rise,
For just thy precepts are and right.

63

With all that feare thee joyne I will,
Who walk within thy precepts' reach.

64

Thy mercyes, Lord, the earth do fill.
Thy statuts to thy servant teach.

187

Teth.

65

Much favor hath thy servant found,
Lord, such as wt thy word is eavin.

66

Graunt judgement good and knowledge sound,
For to thy law I trust haue giuen.

67

E're I afflicted was astray
I went, bot now I keep thy word.

68

Thow only good dost good alway,
Instruct me in thy statuts, Lord.

69

'Gainst me the proud haue forg'd a lye;
Bot with my hart thy law I'le keep.

70

Their harts extreamelie fattned bee.
To me thy law yeelds pleasour deep.

71

'Tis good for me that I sustain'd
Thy rods, thy statuts to be taught.

72

Siluer and gold, by thousands gain'd,
To me besyde thy law is naught.

Iod.

73

Thy hands me fashion'd. O, giue light,
That I may learn to doe thy will.

74

Thy saincts to sie me will delight,
Becaus thy word I trusted still.

75

I know that right thy judgements bee.
Thow justlie me afflicted, Lord.

76

Thy kindnes for comforting me,
O grant, according to thy word.

77

Shew mercie, Lord, that I may live,
Who love thy law. The proud confound,

78

Who vexe me who no caus do giue;
Thy precepts so my thoughts shall bound.

79

Turne wnto me let all that feare
Thee, who thy testimonyes know.

80

Lord, in thy statuts mak sinceare
My hart, least schame I wndergoe.

188

Caph.

81

My soule for thy salvation faints;
But I thy promise trust. Myne eyes,

82

Fail'd for thy word, weep forth sad playnts;
My cares when shall thy comforts ease?

83

Thy law I doe not leave, thogh lyk
A bottell in the smoake I bee.

84

My dayes how long? Thy judgments stryk
Against my foes when shal I sie?

85

The proud dig'd pitts to cause me fall,
Far from the warrand of thy word.

86

Most faithfull are thy precepts all.
Persew'd, I, (saikles) am. Help, Lord.

87

On earth they me consum'd neare by,
Bot from thy laws I did not swerve.

88

Of mercy me revive, so I
Thy testimonies shal observe.

Lamed.

89

In heauen, O Lord, thy word for ay
In trueth establisht doth endure

90

From age to age. Thy hand did lay
Earth's grounds, which stand for ever sure.

91

As thow ordain'd, yet all are seene.
To thee due service all expresse.

92

Vnlesse thy law my joy had been
I perisht had in my distresse.

93

Thy laws I never will forgett,
For lyfe by them thow hast me brought.

94

Thine am I, me in saiftie sett.
Thy law sinceerlie I haue sought.

95

To ruine me the bad haue beene
Lay'd for me; bot thy word I wey.

96

I all perfections' end haue seen;
Bot wondrous large thy precepts bee.

189

Mem.

97

Thy law how highlie do I prize!
On it I meditate all day.

98

Thy precepts then my foes more wise
Haue made me; they are with me ay.

99

My teachers all to me giue place
In knowledge, for I ponder still

100

Thy statuts. Evin the ancient race
Giue way, becaus I do thy will.

101

From wicked wayes refrain'd I haue
My feet, that I might keep thy word.

102

Thy judgements right I did not leave,
For thow my teacher art, O Lord.

103

How sweet are to my taist thy words!
More sweet then honey to my mouth!

104

Wisdome to me thy law affords;
Wayes hate I therfor of vntreuth.

Nun.

105

Thy word a lampe is to reforme
My feet, wnto my paths a light.

106

I swore, and will my vow performe,
That I wold keep thy judgments right.

107

Quicken according to thy treuth,
Me, sore afflicted, I beseech.

108

The friewill offrings of my mouth
Accept; me Lord, thy judgments teach.

109

My soule is alwayes in myne hand,
Yet do I not thy law forgett.

110

Still in thy precepts paths I stand,
Thogh snairs for me the wicked sett.

111

Thy treuth mine heritage for ay
I hold; this joyfull maks my minde.

112

My hart thy statuts to obey,
Evin to the end, I have enclin'd.

190

Samech.

113

Vain thoughts to harbour in my hart
I hate, bot I thy law do love.

114

My hyding place, my shield thow art;
Thy word's my trust, noght can me move.

115

Hence, O yee wicked, for obey
My God I will. Lord, wnderprope

116

Me by thy word, that live I may.
Let me not blush becaus I hope.

117

Sustaine me, saiffe I shal be, Lord.
Thy law shall still be my delight.

118

All from thy precepts that debord
Trode doun thow hast; vain is their slight.

119

Earth's wicked ones thow driv'st away
Like drosse; I therfor love thy law.

120

My trembling flesch all quaiks for fray.
I of thy judgements stand in aw.

Ain.

121

Judgement and justice done I haue;
Me leave not to oppressing spyte.

122

Stand for me, (Lord,) in good, I craue;
Let not the proud o'rrun me quite.

123

Mine eyes for thy salvation faill,
For thy just promise in thy word.

124

In mercy with thy servant deall,
And teach to me thy statuts, Lord.

125

I am thy servant, giue me light,
Thy testimonyes to conceive.

126

'Tis tyme for thee to show thy might,
For, Lord, thy law made void they haue.

127

Thy precepts therfor more then gold,
(Gold even of greatest worth,) I pryse;

128

Them all, in all things rightly hold,
And evrie wrongouse way despise.

191

Pe.

129

Wondrous thy law is, just and right,
My soule to keep it much enclined.

130

The entrance of thy word gius light,
Thence wisdome to the simple shynes.

131

With open mouth I longing pant,
That me thy precepts may reclaime.

132

Look on me, Lord; such mercy grant,
As all do fynd that love thy name.

133

My walking in thy word direct;
No sin̄e in me let raigne at all.

134

From man's oppression me protect;
Thy precepts so observe I shall.

135

Thy face mak on thy servant shyne;
O, teach to me thy statuts, Lord;

136

My run̄ing eyes weep floods of brine,
Becaus they from thy lawes debord.

Tzaddi.

137

Just art thow, Lord; thy judgement's light
Nought blynds. No bryb corrupts thy hands.

138

Thy testimonyes all are right;
Most faithfull all that thow commands.

139

My zeale doth my decay procure,
To sie my foes thy word depise.

140

Thy word, becaus it is most pure,
Thy servant doth most highlie pryse.

141

Despis'd and small [am] I; yet lay
I vp the precepts of thy mouth.

142

A righteousnes that lasts for ay,
Thy righteousnes; thy word's the treuth.

143

Trouble and anguisch sore me presse;
Yet comfort do thy precepts giue.

144

Thy testimonyes righteousnesse
Still lasts. Giue light and I shall liue.

192

Koph.

145

With all my heart I cry'd; Lord hear;
I from thy statuts shall not swerve.

146

I cry'd; to save me, O draw neare;
Thy testimonyes I'le observe.

147

Night's-clouds e're daylight did disolve,
Thee with my cryes I did acquent.

148

Thy word's my trust, which to revolve,
The watch of night mine eyes prevent!

149

In mercy to my voyce giue eare;
Me by thy judgment, Lord, revive.

150

They, who for mischeeff hunt, draw neare;
Farre from thy law they lewdlie live.

151

Neare art thow, Lord; thy precepts true
Are all. Of old not to decay

152

I of thy testimonyes knew;
By thee they foundet wer for ay.

Resh.

153

Look on my straits, O sett me free:
Thy law is in my thoghts most ryfe.

154

Plead thow my caus; deliuer me;
According to thy word giue lyfe

155

From wicked men is saiftie farre,
Who from thy statuts do debord.

156

Give lyfe, (for great thy mercies are,)
According to thy judgments, Lord.

157

Me manie mightie foes persew,
Yet still thy statuts I obey.

158

My greeff for the transgressors grew,

To sie how from thy law they stray.

159

How I thy precepts love, O view!
In mercy quicken me, (I pray).

160

Thy word's from the beginning true.
Thy righteouse judgements last for ay.

193

Shin.

161

Against me (causeles) kings combinde,
Bot still my hart thy word doth feare.

162

Their joyes, who greatest spoyles do find,
Mine, in thy word, do not come neare.

163

I hate, yea do abhorre false wayes;
But in thy law I do delight.

164

Sevin tyms a day thy name I prayse,
Becaus thy judgements are most right.

165

Great peace have all, thy law who love;
They fall no, nor offence receaue.

166

I thy salvation long to prove.
Thy precepts, Lord, perform'd I haue.

167

I from thy statuts have no swerv'd,
In them my soule doth much delight.

168

Thy word and precepts I observ'd.
Lord, all my wayes ar in thy sight.

Tau.

169

Thy presence let my cry come neare;
Lord give me wisdome by thy word.

170

My sute let in thy sight appeare;
Deliuerance promised afford.

171

Me, when thy statuts thow hast taught,
My lipps thy prayses publish shall.

172

My tonge shall with thy word be fraught,
For righteous are thy precepts all.

173

Thy law's my choise; to help me giue
Thy hand. For thy salvation (Lord)

174

I long. Thy law's my joy. Let live
My soule thy praises to record.

175

Me let thy judgments aide. Astray,
Much lyk a lost sheep, gone I haue.

176

O, seek and sett me in the way,
Thy law thy servant shall not leave.

194

CXX.

1

To God, in my distresse,
With cryes I did addresse
My sute; He favor shew.

2

From lipps enclin'd to ly,
From tongs that double bee,
My soule, O Lord, rescue.

3

What shall to thee be given,
Or retribute that eavin
Wnto thy venome wer,
O thow deceatfull tonge?

4

Sharp arows of the strong,
With coals of juniper.

5

Ah woes me! for why,
A wearie pilgrime I
In Meshech mourneing stray.
Ah woes me, so long
That Kedar's tents among,
A stranger I do stay!

6

My soule hath haunted much,
And duelt with such
As peace did highlie hate.

7

Of peace whil I did speek,
And quietnes did seek,
Thē streght they vrg'd debate.

CXXI.

1

I'll lift mine eyes vnto the hills,
Whence alwayes I haue ayde.

2

My aid's of God who made the heavens,
Who earth's foundations layd.

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3

Thy foot hee will not suffer slide;
Thy keeper never sleeps.

4

Lo, neither sleeps nor slumbers hee
Secure who Israel keeps.

5

God at thy right hand is thy shade,
And saues thee by his might.

6

The sune by day tyme shal no smite
Thee, nor the moone by night.

7

No ill shal harme thee. Hee thy soule
Shal saue. Both in and out

8

As thow makst way, from hence forth still,
He guaird thee shal about.

CXXII.

1

I joy'd when to the hous of God
We'l go, to me they said.

2

Jerusalem, within thy gates,
Our feet thy courts shal tread.

3

Thow built art, O Jerusalem,
As comlie citties be,
Whose pairts, compactlie all contriv'd,
Togither do aggree.

4

Thither the Tribs, Jehouah's tribs,
To prayse his name repair.
To Israel's glory they go vp,
The testimonie there.

5

For throns for judgement there, the throns
Of David's House are sett.

6

Pray for her peace: Jerusalem,
Much good thy lovers gett.

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7

Tranquilitie and wealfare haue
They. Peace be in thy fort;
Prosperitie thy palices
May fill above report.

8

O peace be in thee, for my mates'
And brethrens' sake I'le say;

9

And, for the House of God our Lord,
Thy good I'le wish alway.

CXXIII.

1

To thee whose throne is Heavin, O Lord,
I lift mine eyes to thee.

2

Lo, as vpon his maister's hand
Fixt is the servant's eye,
Their mistresse' hand as wayting maids
Obserue, so wee remaine;
So looke and longe we for the Lord,
Till mercy wee obtaine.

3

Haue mercy on ws, Lord, we still
Thy mercy will entreat.
Contempt ws fills; the measure, Lord,
Thow siest exceiding great.

4

Exceidinglie our souls ar fild
With scorning, with disdain;
Thus they who at their ease do live,
The proud, ws entertaine.

CXXIV.

1

Had not the Lord (may Israel now say)

2

Been with ws; Had not God for ws made way,
When men enrag'd arose, and 'gainst ws came,

3

Ws swallow'd wp aliue how soone had they,
Whil as ther furie in the heat did flame?

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4

The streame had swept ws hence, the rageing floode
Gone over had our soules; in vain withstoode,

5

The waters proud had sweld our soules above.

6

But for ther teeth the Lord did not think good
Ws to mak prey. Wee blesse him for his love.

7

Evin as a bird from craftie fowler's snare,
Our trembling soule escapt, not by our care.
The snare is brocken and we ar sett free.

8

Helpt in the high Jehouah's name wee are,
Who made the heavins and earth; ws helped hee.

CXXV.

Evin as Mount Sion, which vnmov'd
For euer doth abide
Shal they be, in the Lord who trust.
Evin as on everie side
Thy cittie, O Jerusalem,
The mountains rise around,
Both now and ever so the Lord
About his oune is found.

For that the rod of wicked men
Wpon the lote should stay
Of those that are his vpright ones,
The Lord will not giue way.
Hee will not let them suffer stil,
Lest (tempted to transgresse),
They in impatience put forth
Their hands in wickednesse.

Do good, Lord, to the good, to all
That vpright are in heart.
But as for those, by paths perverse,
That doe from the depart,

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With them that work iniquity
They shal be led away.
Thow, Lord, wilt lead them, but thy peace
On Israel shal be ay.

CXXVI.

When God did the captiuitie
Of Sion turne again,
As those that dreameing are, in doubt,
Amaiz'd we did remain.
Then fild with laughter wer our mouths,
(With mirth which thence did spring);
Our tongs wnwsuall joy exprest,
And cheerfullie did sing.

The Lord hath great things for them done,
Then heathens mongst them say'd.
Great things indeed for ws hee did,
How can we be bot glade?
Tourne, Lord, the remnant tourne again,
Which yet in bondage bide
Of our captivitie, as streames
Which in the south do slide.

Who sow in sorow and in tears,
Shal reape againe in joy.
The man that mourneing hath gone forth
In anguish and annoy,
And to the field his sowing seed
In heavinesse did beare,
Hath (charg'd with shaves) come singing home,
And quicklie chang'd his cheare.

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CXXVII.

Wnles that builded from above,
By God, the house arise,
To toyle and labour all in vain
The builders enterprise.
In vain the carefull watchman wakes,
And slumber doth foirsake,
The cittie in his custody
Wnlesse the Lord do take.

The ayrelie morning yee prevent,
And leave your rest in vain.
In going late to bed at night
But wearynesse yee gain.
In vain affliction's bread yee eate,
While carking cares yow greeve.
Swre, quietlie, to sleep, the Lord
To his belov'd shal giue.

Lo, children ane inheritance,
Gifts are of God's free love;
Fruicts of the wombe for a reward
He sendeth from aboue.
As arows in a strong man's hand
Serve to repell offence,
The sons of youth for fathers are
A naturall defence.

Whose quaver fild with such is, sure,
His happines is great.
They shall not be ashamed, the foe
To speek within the gate.

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CXXVIII.

Blest is the man who fears the Lord,
And walketh in his wayes.
Fed by the labour of thine hands,
Blest shall thow be alwayes.
Weel shal it with thee fare; thy wife
Like to a vine shal be,
In shelter of thy howsses side,
Which bears aboundantlie.

Like olive plants thy young ones stand
About thy table shall.
Lo, surelie, who do feare the Lord
Thus blest shall they be all.
The Lord from Sion shall the blesse,
Evin vnto thee shal giue
The weelfare of Jerusalem
To sie whil thow dost live;

Thy children's children from thy loynes,
A long continowing race;
Yea, wpon Israell to sie
Prosperitie and peace.

CXXIX.

Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
(May Israel now say),
Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
Yet have prevail'd no way.
The plowars plow'd wpon my back,
And long ther furrows drew;
But God, who's just, the wicked's cords
Did cutt and me rescue.

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Confounded be they and turn'd back
Who Sion hate. Be they
As grasse vpon the howsses' top,
Ere shott which shirps away;
Nor mowar's hand, nor reaper's arme
Which fills; nor praying goes
Ye passinger, nor in God's name
A blessing once bestowes.

CXXX.

From midst the deepths to thee I cry'd;
O Lord, my prayer heare.
Wnto the voice of my requeists,
Wowchaife a listning eare.
Iniquities, Lord, if thow mark,
Who in thy sight shal stand?
But, (that thow mayst be feard,) is found
Forgivenesse at thin hand.

I wait for God, my soule doth wait,
My hope is in his word.
My soule (exceidingly oresett)
Much longeth for the Lord.
More then the wearie watch to sie
The dawning of the day,
More then the watch for daylight, longs
My soule for God alway.

Let Israel's hopes vpon the Lord
For euer fixed be;
For mercie doth with him abound;
Ay gratious is hee.

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Hee plenteous in redemption is,
And Israel from all
Her numberlesse iniquities
Redeeme hee doubtles shal.

CXXXI.

Nor haughtie heart, nor loftie look
My pryd, O Lord, bewrey.
In high and wondrous things who made,
I never went their way.
O Lord, if I haue not my soule
Compos'd and putt to rest,
Evin as a babe, from mother's breast
That waind is, thow knowes best.

My soule is as a weaned child.
O Israel, now and ay,
Wait patientlie vpon the Lord,
And trust in him alway.

CXXXII.

Dauid, O Lord, and all his deep
Afflictions think vpon;
How to thee, Lord, hee sware, and vow'd
To Jacob's mightie one.
In tabernacle of myne howsse
Not lodgeing will I take;
No, not a bed; mine eyes shal rest,
Mine eyelids sleep forsake.

Till I a place, a duelling place,
For God, the mightie God
Of Jacob fynd. At Ephratah
Wee hard of it abrode.

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Wee found it out amidst the fields,
Wheir gloomie woods do grow.
Wnto his tabernacle streight
To Worschip wee will goe.

Wee at his footstooll will fall doun.
Rise, Lord, vnto thy rest;
Thow and thy arke, in which thy strength
And might is manifest.
To cloath thy preists let righteousnes,
O Lord, the rayment bee.
Let all thy saincts exult and shout,
And still rejoyce in thee.

Lord, wnto Dauid haue respect;
Thy servant think wpon.
O, do not turne away the face
Of thy anointed one.
The Lord in treuth to David swore,
And at his word will byd.
Vpon thy throne to sitt, a seed
I'le from thy loyns provide.

So thine my [word] and law observe,
Which I to them shal teach,
In their succession on thy throne
Shal never be a breach.
For God hath Sion chuis'd, evin lykd
To duell in. Heer for ay
I'le rest. The duelling Sion is,
Where I delight to stay.

Her foode aboundantlie I'le blesse,
And fill her poore with bread.
Her preists I'le with salvation cloath.
The joyes I'le make exceed

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Of all her saincts. Thair David's horne
To budde and grow in might
I'le make. For my anoynted one
Prepaird I haue a light.

His foes with foule disgrace I'le cloath;
Shame shall their garment bee.
But floorish shall wpon himself
His croun in honor high.

CXXXIII.

Behold, for brethren to abide
In vnitie and not devide,
What Good, what successe to redound,
What pleasour in this peace is found!

Tis lyk that ointment excellent,
Pourd on the head, incontinent;
The beard, which Aron's beard bedew'd,
And thence his garments' skirts persew'd:

Or like the deaw which heauen destills
On Hermon, or on Sion hills;
For there the blessing doth the Lord
Evin life for evirmore afford.

CXXXIV.

Behold, yee who do stand by night
Within the house, and in the sight
Of God; Yee servants all of his
His holy name for ever blesse,

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In holinesse, with hands on hie
Lift'd vp, still blessing God be yee.
The Lord from Sion blesse thee, made
By whom wer heavens, wer earth's grounds lay'd.

CXXXV.

1

Sing halelujah! Laud aloud
Jehouah's holy name.

2

O yee his servants, in his house
Who stand, his prayse proclame.

3

Yee in his howsses courts who stand,
Hymns to the highest raise;
For good our God is; to his name
'Tis pleasant to giue prayse.

4

Of Jacob, for himself made choise
Of Israell hath hee,
His treasure, his peculiar flock
And heritage to bee.

5

That great our God's all gods above,
To me is manifest;

6

In heavens, in earth and in the deeps,
Who doth what lyks him best.

7

Hee from earth's ends doth cause the clouds
Wnsensible ascend,
With which, in raine again resolv'd,
He lightnings forth doth send.
Hee tempests from his treasures
Of rageing winds doth call.

8

His mightie hand, from man to beast,
Smote Egipt's first-borne all.

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9

Midst thee, hee signes and wonders
O Egypt, on thy king

10

And all his traine; He nations great
Did to destruction bring.

11

Mongst mightie kings hee Sihon slew,
Whom Amorits obey'd,
With Ogh, who over Bashan bounds
The regall scepter swey'd,

12

With Canaan's kingdomes all. Their land
For Israel declaird
Ane heritage, by lote and line,
Hee 'mongst his people shaird.

13

Thy name, O Lord, endures for ay,
And thy memoriall
From generation remain
To generation shall.

14

For judge his people will the Lord,
And (vnto mercie bent)
Concerning those that him do serve,
Hee will himself repent.

15

Men's works the heathen's idols are,
Of silver and of gold.

16

A mouth yet speek not, eyes they haue,
Yet nothing can behold.

17

To them are ears, are mouths, yet heare,
Yet breath they not at all;

18

Such are their forgers, such who trust
Or do before them fall.

19

O House of Israell, blesse the Lord:
O Aron's House him blesse:

20

O House of Levi, blesse the Lord;
Who feare the Lord him blesse.

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CXXXVI.

1

To God, who's good alwayes,

2

The God os Gods give praise;

3

The Lord of Lords, strange things

4

To passe alone who brings.
His prayse display,
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
Bot last for ay.

5

Whose wisdome wondrouse proves;
The heavins which made and moves;

6

The earth, which deeps do bound;
Who deeps above did found;
His praise display,
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
Bot last for ay.

7

Him praise, whose word devyne
Heavin's greater lights made shyne;

8

The sun̄e to guyd the day;

9

The moone and stars which stray
Night's reull to beare;
Whose mercys great
Outlast all date,
And ay appeare.

10

His praises O persew,
Who Egypt's first borne slew

11

With mighty hand, with arme

12

Outstreacht, who (safe from harme)
Made Israell way;
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
But last for ay;

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13

Who did the wavs devyde,

14

And Israell through did guyde,

15

Whil Pharo and his hoast
Wer in the Read [Sea] lost.
His prayse display,
Whoes mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay.

16

Through wildernesses waist
Who with his people past;

17

Great kings who did subdue,

18

Evin famous kings who slew;
His praise display,
Whose mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay;

19

As Sihon, prince and head,
Who Amorites did lead,

20

And Ogh who, soveraine,
Did over Bashan raigne.
His praise display,
Whose mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay.

21

For a posessioune
Who did dispose vpon

22

Their lands, evin what they had,
His servants Israell made;
His praise display
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

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23

Who did not us forgett,
Broght low and sore o'rsett;

24

But, (whil quit lost we seem'd)
Ws from our foes redeem'd.
His praise display,
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

25

O praise him, from whose hand,
(As such in need doeth stand)
Food to all flesch is given;

26

Wnto the God of heaven
Give praise allway,
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

CXXXVI.

[Another Version.]

1

Praise yea the Lord, all his,
For gud and kynd he is.
His mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

2

The God of Gods O prayse and blesse,
Whose mercie lasts for ay to his.

3

Praise yea the Lord of Lords,
Who mercy ay affords;

4

Who wonders great (alone)
Works, ay to mercy prone;

5

Who maid the heavens by wisdome great;
Whose boundlesse mercy hath no date.

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6

Above proud watter's reach
Earth's plains who forth did streach;
Whose mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

7

Lights fayre and great whose word maid shyne;
Whose mercy dayes do not confine.

8

The sun̄e to reull the day,

9

For he hath mercy ay,
The moone and stars by night,
To governe by ther light,
Who did apoynt; for great he is,
In mercy infinit to his.

10

Who Egypt's first-borne smote;
Whose mercy faileth not;

11

And thence maid Israell way,
For he hath mercy ay,

12

With strenth of hand, with arme streacht out;
Whose mercy (ay) his guards about.

13

Who maid the Read Sea stand
In heaps on aither hand;
For infinit he is
In mercy wnto his;

14

And caused that through it Israell past,
For mercy ay with him doth last.

15

With Pharo, who o'rthrew
His proud, persewing crew,
To floods and foes made prey;
For he hath mercy ay;

16

And Israell led through desarts waist,
For mercy ay with him doth last.

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17

Great kings who did defeat;
Whose mercy passeth date;
Evin mighty kings did kill;

18

For he hath mercy still;

19

As Sihon king of Amorits;
Whose mercyes date no day compleats.

20

By whome wes foyld and slaine
Ogh, Bashan's soveraine.
For evir firme and sure,
Whose mercys do endure;

21

Wpon ther lands who did dispose;
For mercy ay to his he schowes.

In heritage who gave,
(No end whose mercyes have)
Their kingdomes, large and wyde,
In heritage to byde,

22

With Israell, his servant deare;
In mercy ay to his found neare.

23

Who us, broght low, did mynde,
(To mercy ay enclyn'd)
Yea, (when in bondage broght

24

By foes), our freedome wroght;
For wnto his eternally,
Renew'd each day his mercies bee.

25

Who food most freely gives
To evry thing that lives;
Whose mercies, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

26

O praise the God of Heavin, to his
Who infinit in mercy is.

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CXXXVII.

1

By Babel thair where streams did slide,
Wee sate, yea weept full sore,

2

Remembring Sion. Wee our harps
Hung vp (for wse no more)

3

On willows midst that place, for there
They, who (with cruell hand)
Ws captivs led, ws spoyld, did songs,
Did much of ws demande.

Sing of the songs to ws (sayd they)
That Sion doth afford.

4

How in a strange land shall wee sing
Songs due wnto the Lord?

5

Of thee, O deare Jerusalem,
If I forgettfull prove,
My right hand let forgoe, with arte,
Wpon the harp to move.

6

My tonge let to my palat cleave,
Thy greeves when I neglect;
When I wnto Jerusalem
My cheifest joy respect.

7

To Edom's sonnes remember, Lord,
Jerusalem's sad day;
Who, rase it, rase it to the ground,
(Insultinglie) did say.

8

Thow, Babell's daughtir, to be layd
Full low, how happy hee
Who thy deservings at our hands
Shall render wnto thee.

9

O happie they (remembring ws)
Who shall thy litle ones
Snatch (merciles) from mother's brests,
And dash against the stones.

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CXXXVIII.

1

Thee with my whole hart will I prayse;
I'le sing (O God) to thee

2

Before the Gods. My worschip shall
Respect thy Sanctuary.
For thy great mercy, for thy trueth,
I'le celebrate, O Lord,
Thy name, who all thy name above
Hast magnifyd thy word.

3

The very day that I did call,
Evin then thow madst reply,
And to confirme my fainting soule
Thy strenth didst not deny.

4

The Lord earth's princes all shall prayse,
When they thy words sall heare.

5

They in thy wayes shall joy, for great
Thy glory doth apeare.

6

Thogh high the Lord bee, yet his eyes
Wpon the humble are;
On them hee looks with kind respect,
And knows the proud afarre.

7

Midst straits envolv'd thogh I did walk,
Thow, Lord, wilt me revive.
Against the rage of foes thy hand,
Streacht out, shall me releive.

8

Thy right hand shall my safetie be,
To sheild me from their spite.
Thow wilt, O Lord, what me concernes
Accomplish and perfitt.
No dait thy mercie doth admitt,
But doth endure for ay.
Oh, do no, (Lord) thy handieworke
Forsake and putt away.

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CXXXIX.

1

Thow hast me search'd and knoune, O Lord.

2

Whither I sitt or ryse
Thow notice takst, thow knowst afarre
Hidd in my hart what lyes.

3

My pathes, my lying doun thow eyest,
And narrow tryall takes.
Yea thow, O Lord, to all my wayes
Thyself familiar makes.

4

Lord, from my tonge no word doth flow,
My minde to manifest,
But (lo) thow altogither knowst
It, ere it be exprest.

5

Thow hem̄st me in each where; thy hand
To me thow forth dost streach;

6

Such knowledge wondrous is for me;
Farre, far above my reach.

7

Where from thy spirit shall I scaipe?
Where from thy presence flee?

8

To heaven if I ascend, the heavins
Thy habitation bee.
Hell if my bed I make, lo there

9

Thow art. Iff I should take
The morning's wings, aboade beyond
The furthest deeps to make,

10

Their also shall thy hand me lead,
Thy right hand hold me fast.

11

Or if the darknes should me shroude,
I did conclude at last,
Evin night shall be about me light;

12

No darknes hids from thee.
Night shines as day; to thee alike
Both light and darknes bee.

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13

My reyns possest, O Lord, me hidd
In mother's wombe thow hast.

14

To celebrate thy praise, by me
Shal nevir be o'repast.
For how thow madst me while I muse,
Thence fearfull wonders flow.
Thy works (all) admiration breed,
This, weell my soule doth know.

15

My firmer substance scaipt thee not,
In secreet when forth broght
By thee; when in earth's lower pairts
I curiouslie was wroght.

16

My schaipeles masse thine eyes did view;
All written in thy booke
My members wer, whil none yet were,
In tyme which fashion tooke.

17

To me how dear thy thoghts! Their summe
How great! Ther compt to lay

18

The sand they should surpasse. Awakt,
Lord, I am with thee ay.

19

The wicked thow (in end), O God,
Assuredly wilt slay.
Yee, therfor, that delight in blood,
Far, far from me, away!

20

Their wicked projects to promove,
Of thee who mention make,
And, (foes profest to thee,) in vain
Thy name do (feareles) take;

21

Such, Lord, thy haters, do I not
With hatred deep despise?
How highlie am I greev'd with those
That dare against thee rise?

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Such perfytlie I hate, with me
For foes sall such be found.

22

Search me, O God, and know my hart.
Me prove, the secreets sound,

23

Hidd in my thoghts. Sie, if in me
The wayes of sin̄e reside;

24

And in eternitie's pathway,
O Lord, thy servant lead.

CXL.

1

Mee from the evill man, from men
Who violence do vse,
Deliuer and preserve, O Lord;

2

In harts who mischeeff muse,

3

For war who dayly meet; made scharp
Who haue, as serpents sting,
Their tongs; from whose envenom'd lips
Doth asps' hott poyson spring.

4

Me from the wickeds' hand, O save;
Me from the violent
Preserve, O God; who, to orthrow
My wayes, do wayes invent.

5

For me a snair, evin cords the proud
Have hid and spredd a nett,
Me by the wayside to surpryse;
They grins for me have sett.

6

Lord, thow my God art; heare the voyce
Of my requeist, I sayd.

7

O, God the Lord, my saveing strenth,
In day of armes (belay'd

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By foes) thow coveredst my head.

8

Lord, the desires repell,
The wickeds' plots let not prevail,
Lest they with pryd do swell.

9

The speciall who doth me persew,
Them who besett me round,
Of ther owne lips the mischeef may
Quite cover and confound;

10

Vpon them burning coals may fall;
In flames let them be throwne;
In gulfes from whose vast deeps to rise
No regresse back is known.

11

The evill tong'd, not stablish'd, shall
From earth be swept away;
And evill shall the violent
Hunt quickly to decay.

12

The cause of the aflicted wight
I know thow will mantaine;
Yea, (doubtles) thow, O Lord, will right
The poore when they complaine.

13

Due prayse the just wnto thy name
Assuredly shall give;
And wpright ones (by the protect'd)
Shall in thy presence live.

CXLI.

1

To thee I call, hast wnto me,
Lord, to my voyce give eare.

2

When I with cryes befor thee come,
My prayr let apeare.

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As savory incense in thy sight,
My hands lift'd wp on high,
Let as the evining sacrifice
Acceptance fynd with thee.

3

Set thow a watch befor my mouth,
O Lord, my lipps preserve;

4

Their passage guard. Let not my hart
To any evill swerve.
To practise wickednes with these
Who worke iniquity,
Or long ther delicats to taste,
Let me not taken be.

5

Me let the righteouse smytt, from love
So his reprooffe proceid;
This will I hold a soveraine balme,
Which shall not breke my heid;
For in their evills (yet) I'le pray.

6

Ther judges reull who beare,
In stony pairts thrown doun, my words
(Which sweet ar) then shall heare.

7

Evin as when one doth tim̄ber cutt,
Or cleave wpon the ground,
About the graves mouth (heir and their),
Or bones ar scattred found.

8

Bot on thee, O my God and Lord,
Myne eyes I fixed have;
In the my trust is; destitute
My soule, O doe not leave.

9

From trains laid for me, from their snaires
That work iniquity

10

Me save. The wickeds' netts themselvs
Let fange, whil I passe free.

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CXLII.

Thus David pray'd when in the cave
He lurkt, from Saul his lyfe to save.

1

My voyce I lifted to the Lord,
I with my voyce did pray.

2

To him my plaint I did powre forth,
To him my straits display.

3

Within me when my sprit faild,
My path wes knoune to thee.
No way wherin I walkt from snares,
From privy plotts wes frie.

4

I to the right hand cast mine eye,
And lookt about me round;
Bot none wold heid me; no refuge
At all wes for me found.
My soule to succour none did seik.

5

Then did I cry for ayd,
Thow, Lord, in land of lyfe my hope,
My portion art, I sayd.

6

Wnto my cry enclyne thyne eare,
For I full low am broght,
Me save; they stronger ar then I,
By whom my lyfe is soght.

7

To prayse thy name, from prisoun bring
My soule; the just shall flow
And throng about me when thow shalt
To me thy bounty schow.

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CXLIII.

1

My prayr heare, O Lord,
My sute do not deny;
Grant, in thy treuth and righteousnes,
A gratious reply.

2

Lord, with thy servant deall
Not as a judge seveire;
For in thy sight no living soule
Shall justified apeare.

3

O heare, for sore sett on
My soule is by my foe;
He smitten hath wnto the ground,
And broght my lyfe full low;
As these by [death] devored,
Long since from sight of man,
Enforc'd I am myselfe to shroude
In darknes' dreirie denn.

4

My sprits weill neire spent,
To fainting place have given.
My hart within me wondrously
Is to amazment dreavin.

5

Back to the dayes of old
Then streght my thoghts doe run̄.
Thy works I muse on, and revowe
What earst thy hands have done.

6

Befor the are spread forth
My hands. My soule for thee
Longs as the thristy land for raine.

7

Mak hast to answer me.
My sprit faills, O Lord;
Doe not withdraw thy face,
Of these who to the grave goe doune
Lest I the steps do trace.

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8

Thy loveing kyndnes cause
Me in the morneing heare,
For in the doe I trust: The way
Mak wnto me apeare,
The way which I must keep.
I lift my soule to thee.

9

From foes me scheild; to thee alone
For schelter saife I flee.

10

Teach me, O Lord, thy will
By practise to obey.
My God thow art, thy Sprit good
Let be my guyd allway,
Me saifly in the land
Of righteousnes to lead.

11

Wnto thy servant lyfe restore,
I, for thy name's sake, plead.

12

Lord, in thy righteousnes,
My soule from straits sett frie;
Mine adversaryes overthrow,
Of thy benignity.
To my distressed soule,
Afflictioune who afford,
Destructioune on them bring, for I
Thy servant am, O Lord.

CXLIV.

1

Blest be the Lord, my strength, who taught
My hands hath to mak ware;
By whom my fingers, 'gainst my foes,
To fight instructed ar.

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2

My gudenes, fort and towre hee is,
Me who in straits setts free,
My scheild, my trust, Hee who subdues
My people vnder me.

3

Lord, what is man, that with respect
Or notice him thow dainst?
Or what the sone of man, of him
That myndfull thow remainst?

4

Man lyk to vanity, whose dayes
As schadows swift we sie,
Which but apeare in passeing by,
And gone ar instantly.

5

Thy heavins, O Lord, bow by thy might,
And from above discend.
The mountains touch and they shall smoak.

6

Forth fyre and lightning send,
And scatter them; thyne arrows schote

7

And them destroy. From high
Thy hand let doune; from watters great
Red and deliver me.

O Saue me from strang children's hands,

8

Whose wicked mouths do vent
Things false and vaine, whose right hand is
A right hand fraudulent.

9

A new song, Lord, to thee I'le sing;
The psaltory I'le take,
And on a ten string'd instrument
To thee I'le musick make.

10

The Lord it is alone to kings
Who gives the victory.
Hee, from the hurtfull sword, doth sett
His servant David free.

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11

O, red and save me from their hand,
Whose mouths doe lyes relate;
From children strange, whose right hand is
A right hand of deceate;

12

That lyk to speady riseing plants,
In youth our sonns may bee;
Our daughters as fair corner stones,
Which cutt ar curiously
For raiseing some rair edifice;

13

That victualls for our vse,
Our garners stuft, in plenty may,
Of evry kynd, produce.

That thousands in our streets, our flocks,
Ten thousands may of yong

14

Bring forth; that, labour to endure,
Our oxen may be strong;
That no irruptioune be at all,
No breaking forth from hence;
That in our streets no cry be hard
Of wrong or violence.

15

Of people, thus with whom it fares,
O the exceeding blesse.
Of people, O, the happy state,
Whose God Jehovah is.

CXLV.

1

My God and King I'le the extoll,
And blesse thy name for ay.

2

I'le blesse thee evry day; thy name
I'le prayseing be allway.

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3

Great is the Lord and worthie prayse;
His greatnes search exceeds.

4

Race vnto race shall prayse thy works,
And schew thy mighty deids.

5

The glory and the honor due
Wnto thy Majesty,
Thy wondrous works, of my discourse
Still shall the subject bee.

6

Thy fearefull acts, so full of might,
By all shall be exprest;
And I indevoir will to mak
Thy greatnes manifest.

7

Thy bounty, which doth passe all bounds,
Men shall in record bring;
And all thy righteousnes alone
Shall celebrate and sing.

8

Most gratious is the Lord; with him
Compassion doth abound.
To anger allways slow, and great
In mercy he is found.

9

The Lord is gude to all; to all
His works extendeth hee

10

His tender mercyes. All thy works
(Lord) shall give prayse to the.
The shall thy sancts, thy servants blesse.

11

Thy kingdome's glory gritt
They shall sett forth, and of thy power,
(Vnlimited) relate;

12

That to the sones of men his acts
Of might may be made known,
And thus the gloriouse majesty
Of his dominione schowne;

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13

Whose thron a thron eternall is,
And whose dominione
From generatione shall endure
To generatioune.

14

His weak ones, all that fall, the Lord
Vpholdeth by the hand;
And all that ar bow'd doune, to strenth
Restor'd, hee straght maks stand.

15

The eyes of all things do look vp,
All (Lord) on thee depend;
Thow wnto evry one their food
Dost in due seasoun sende.

16

Thy hand thow openest, whence to all
Thow dost aboundance bring,
That satisfyd is the desyre
Of evry liveing thing.

17

Just is the Lord in all his wayes;
He holy is in all

18

His works. The Lord to all is neare
That doe vpon him call.

19

To all that call on him in treuth,
Who feare him, what they crave
Hee will acomplisch. When they cry
Them he will heare and save.

20

In saifty, scheilded by the Lord,
Ar all that do him love;
Bot all the wicked, quyte cutt off,
His wrath's effects shall prove.

21

My mouth the prayses of the Lord
Shall publisch and proclaime.
And let all flesch for ever blesse
And laud his holy name.

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CXLVI.

1

Praise yea the Lord. Prayse God, my soule.
I'll prayse him qll I live.

2

Prayse to my God I'le sing, to me
Whill being Hee doth give.

3

Trust not in princes, in the sone
Of man who can not save.

4

His breath goes out, and back to earth
He getts, to gett a grave.

With him his thoghts (his draughts most deep)
Do perisch in yt day.

5

O, blest is hee, who for his help
Hath Jacob's God allway;
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,

6

The heavin, the earth, the deeps,
And all theirin conteined who maid,
[And] treuth for euer keeps.

7

For all benaith oppressione's load
Who groan, he judgment gives,
And (bountifull) with fitting foode
The hungry hart releevs.

8

The prissouner the Lord doth louse;
The Lord the blind maks sie;
The bow'd the Lord doth rayse; the Lord
All loves that vpright bee.

9

The Lord the stranger doth preserve,
The orphane oft made prey;
The widow he releives, bot quyt
O'rturnes the wicked's way.

10

The Lord, O Sion, even thy God
Shall soveraine sitt for ay,
And raigne to generatiounes all.
His prayse let all display.

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CXLVII.

1

Praise God, for gude it is to sing
Prayse to our God allways;
A pleasant exercise it is
And comely to give prayse.

2

The Lord the builder is, whose hand
Jerusalem erects.
The Lord it is the scattred ones
Of Israel colects.

3

The broken harted he doeth heall;
Ther bruises wp he binds.

4

The stars he numbereth, and to all
Of them a name he finds.

5

Great is our God; to his great power
Is sett no certaine bound;
So deep his wnderstanding is,
That it no thoght can sound.

6

The Lord the lowly [raiseth wp],
And headlongs doun doth bring

7

The wicked to the ground. To him
With thankfullnes, O sing;

8

Hymnes on the harp wnto our God
Sound forth, heavin's face who hyds
With moistning clouds, and for the earth
(In plenty) raine provids;

9

Who maks the mountaines grasse bring forth;
On beasts both great and small
Who food bestows; of reavens who heares
The yong ones, when they call.

10

Nor strenth of horse, nor limbs of men
Him joy or pleasure bring;

11

His joy who feare him ar, in hope
Who on his mercy hing.

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Jerusalem, O laud the Lord.
Sing to thy God a song

13

Of prayse, O Sion, for thy gates
With barrs he hath made strong.
Thy sonnes within the he hath blest.

14

Peace, (yeelding pleasures sweet),
Hee in thy borders maks, and feeds
The with the fatt of wheatt.

15

Forth his com̄and on earth he sends;
His word doth run̄e wt speed.

16

He giveth snow lyk wooll, hayr-frosts
Lyk ashs hee doth spread.

17

His yce in flakes hee casteth forth
Lyk morsells. Who can stand

18

Befor his cold? Hee speaks and streght
All melt at his com̄and.

His winds to blow, streames (strangly curvt)
Hee causeth to be gone.

19

His word to Jacob, his decrees
And judgments hee hath schowne

20

To Israell; No natioun els
Hath so great favour found;
For they his judgments haue not knowne.
Let all his prayses sound.

CXLVIII.

1

O praise the Lord. From heaven
His praise do yea proclame.
Let prayse on high be given
Wnto his holy name.

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2

Angells of light,
Yee hosts of his,
Him prayse and blesse
Who's great in might.

3

Sun̄e, moone, yea planets bright,
Your maker's glory prayse.
Him prayse all stars of light,

4

Yea heaven of heavens him praise.
Floods, which above
Heavins' circles Hee
Vpholds, doe yea
His prayse promove.

5

Let them exalt the name
Of God at his com̄and.
They what they are became,
Created by his hand;

6

Yea, stablisht they
For ever bee
By his decree,
Which lasts for ay.

7

From earth O prayse the Lord,
Yee dragons, all yee deeps;
Yea to fullfill his word,
Which still in store he keeps,

8

Fyre, haill and snow,
Vapoures and winds,
Stormes of all kynds
Which he maks blow;

9

Yea mountaines and yea hills,
Yea trees which fruit doe yeild,
Yee which with sapp he fills,
Tall cedars of the field,

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Beasts, wild and tame,
Each creeping thing
And bird of wing,
All praise his name.

11

Yea kings who earth com̄and;
All people prayse the Lord;
The princes whom the land
To judge he doth afford;

12

Youth give the prayse,
And virgines all;
With children small,
Yea full of dayes.

13

Praise to his name present.
Him laud let evry one,
For high and excellent
The Lord's name is alone.
His glorye's hight
The heavins transcends;
O'r all earth's ends
He reules by night.

14

His mighty hand doth rayse
His people's horne on high,
Off all his sancts the praise,
Evin Israell's progeny,
A people neare
Wnto the Lord.
Prayse, prayse afford,
All who him feare.

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CXLIX.

Sing halelujah to the Lord.
Sing ane wnvswall song;
A new one signe yea of his prayse,
Wher sancts togither throng.
Let Israell, in his maker, mirth
Expresse in hart and voyce;
And let the sons of Sion shout,
And in ther king rejoyce.

The floote, the timbrell and the harp,
To celebrat his name
Let them employ, & singing psalmes,
His prayse aloud procleame.
For in his people (to him deare)
The Lord doth pleasur tak.
He with salvatioune the meek
Bewtyfull will mak.

In glory let the sancts exult,
And mak ther bedds rebound
With songs of joy; let in ther mouths
The hights of God be found;
And in ther hands a tuo edg'd sword,
That vengance they may tak
On heathens, and to punischments
May people subject mak;

That they their kings with bonds may bound,
And chains upon them lay;
With iron fetters that mak fast
Ther speciall peeres they may,

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And on them execute the doome
Keept written in record,
A honor due to all his sancts.
Sing prayse wnto the Lord.

CL.

Praise yee the Lord. Let all his prayse
Sound in his sanctuary.
O, praise him in his firmament
Of strenth and majesty.
Him in his mighty acts extoll.
On high his glory rayse.
Wnto his greatnes' excellence
Proportione yor prayse.

With sound of trumpett, psaltery
And harp his prayse procleame.
With timbrell, flute & virginell,
With organ prayse his name.
Him praise with cimballs shrill; him prayse
Wt cymballs, Lord, which rigne.
Let each thing breathing laud the Lord.
All Halelujah sing.

Solj deo honor et gloria.

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II. VOL. II

A Covnter-Bvff to Lysimachus Nicanor;

Calling himself a Jesuite By PHILOPATRIS

Caledons Complaint

Against infamous Libells.

or A censure past upon the Truth-betraying Sycophant, dareing (most ignobly) to streck at the honour of this deeply afflicted Nation upon pretence of the guilt of rebellion, in justice to be represt by the power of his Majesties armes.

THE Cry of Blood and of A Broken Covenant

Written out at first upon the sad Relation of our late Soveraignes most treacherous and inhumane Murther.

TO THE ROYALL MAJESTIE OF K. CHARLES THE II.

King of Great Britaine, France and Ireland, &ct.

THE CRY OF BLOOD AND OF A BROKEN COVENANT.

For our Watchmen, the faithful MINISTRY.

For the States of Parliament.

For the Commanders in chief and faithfull Souldiery.

For the People and Commonalty.

For the KING.

Grounds of Hope for Beleevers.

Grounds of Comfort and Encouragement for the Secret Mourners of England (and els where) resolving stedfastnes in the Covenant.

Close.

Some Psalmes translated and presented for a proof to publick view, wherby to discerne of the whole being conformed to this essay.

By A Weilwiller to the work of Reformatioun, who makes humble offer of his weak endeavours.

To all the sinceare seekers of the Lord, and in him spirituall furniture from the liuelie fountaines of his holy word.

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