The Psalmes of David Translated Into Lyrick-Verse ::

The Psalmes of David Translated Into Lyrick-Verse

according to the scope, of the Original. And Illustrated, with a Short Argument, and a breife Prayer, or Meditation; before, & after, every Psalme. By George Wither

Wither, George (1588-1667)

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To the Maiestie of the most Virtuous and highborne Princesse ELIZABETH Princesse of Great Britaine, Qveene of Bohemia, Covntesse of the Palatinate of the Rhyne &c.

Psalme. 1.

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It shewes wherein Happines consisteth; Illustrates the present and future estate both of the Iust & vniust; and comforts the Righteous by declaring Gods approbation of their Way . It may be sung for an incoragment in the right Path, &c.

[1]

The man is blest, who neither straies,
Where Godles counsellers haue gone,
Nor standeth in the Sinners waies,
Nor sitteth on the Scorners throne.
For, in Gods Lawe his pleasures be;
Theron, he day & night bestowes.
And, therfore shal be like a tree
Which near vnto the riuer growes.

2

His fruits, in season, he doth give,
Green leaues he shal for euer wear:
All things he takes in hand shall thrive
But, thus the Sinner doth not fare.
For, Wicked men with e'vry winde,
Like dust or chaff, are blown aside,
And therfor shall no standing finde,
When they their Judgment must abide,

3

Nor place, nor fellowship haue they,
Among those men that are vpright:
For, God approoves the Just-mans way
But, Sinners path-waies perish quite.

Another of the same.

[Blest is he, who neither straies]

[1]

Blest is he, who neither straies
Where the Godles man misguideth,
Neither stands in Sinners waies,
Nor in Scorners chair abideth:
But, in Gods pure Lawe delights,
Theron muzing, daies & nights.

2

Like a tree sett near the springs,
He doth alway freshlie florish,
Still, his fruits he timely brings,
And his leaf shall neuer perish:
Ev'rie thing shall prosper to,
Which he vndertakes to do.

3

Thus, the wicked shall not fare,
But, be like such dustie matter,
As the whirl-winde here & there,
On the spatious earth doth scatter:
Nor shall they withstand their doomes,
When the day of Judgment comes.

4

Neither haue they place, or stay,
In the righteous congregation:
For, God knowes the Just-mans waie,
With a gratious approbation:
But, those paths that Sinners tread,
To assured ruine lead.

Psa. 2.

[_]

It is a prophecie of Christ & his kingdom, Act. 4. declaring the vaine furie of his Opposers; the wrath of God against them; his eternall Decree concerning that King; & the powre & extent of his kingdom. &c. It

exhorts Kings, & subiects also, to fear & serue him. It may be sung to encrease Faith amid the Churches persecutions &c.

[1]

What mooves the Gentiles to repine?
What makes the people foolish growe,
That Earthlie Kings do thus combine,
And Rulers meet in Counsell so?
The Lord, & his beloved Christ,
Rebelliously they disobay:
His powre (say these) let vs resist
And break, & cast their cords away,

2

But, God who sitts iu heav'n aboue,
Their foolish purpose will deride:
His anger shall their torment proue,
And, them, in wrath he then shall chide,
Ev'n I' (saith God) my King did place
Vpon my holy Syon hill.
And, by the Lord, what vttred was
To me (saith Christ) now sing I will,

3

Thou art my Sonn begot by me
This day; and (if thou make demande)
The gentiles I will give to thee,
And make thee King of e'vry land.
An yron scepter thou shalt sway,
And (if thy Lore they followe not)
Thou shalt compel them to obay
Or break them like an earthen pott.

4

Then Kings be wise; & Rulers lerne
To serue the Lord, with awfull joy:
Yea, kisse the Sonn, lest wroth he turne
And ouerthrow you in your way.
For, when his wrath inflamed growes,
(Though but a litle moou'd he seem)
Then blest are all who shall repose

Their constant hopes, & faith in him.

Another of the same.

[Such uproars mad, why do the Gentiles make?]

[1]

Such uproars mad, why do the Gentiles make?
What follies do the people doate upon?
Earths Kings conspire, & Rulers counsel take,
Against the Lord, & his Anointed-one.
Oh come! & let us break their bands (they say)
Come, let vs cast from vs, their cords away.

2

But God in heav'n deriding their designe
Shall (vexing them) his minde in wrath declare:
Who e're (saies he) repines this King of mine
On Syon sitts; 'twas I that plac'd him there.
And, what the Lord himself, to me hath told,
(Concerning him) I purpose to vnfold.

3

Thou art my sonn, this day begot I thee;
Demand therfore (he said) & I will giue
The Gentiles, thine inheritance to be;
And rule of all the world thou shalt receiue.
An iron mace, thou shalt vpon them lay;
And break them like a sherd of potters-clay.

4

Therfore yee Kings & Rulers be more wise:
Come serve the Lord your God, with awfull ioy.

And kisse the Sonn; lest, if his wrath arise,
You be destroid, & perish from the way.
For, when inflam'd his burning anger growes,
Right blest are all who trust in him repose.

Psa. 3.

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A psalm of David when he fled from Absolom his Son. It mistically Prophecied the multitude of Christs foes; their bitter censures; the great love of God; the effects of Prayer; Christ his Death & Resurrection; the confusion of his Adversaries, & the safety of his Elect, &c. It is vsefull to strengthen faith in our temptations &c.

[1]

My foes, how many Lord are they!
What swarmes of them there be!
And of my soul, how many say,
In God no part hath he!
Yet thou art, Lord, my praise, my gard;
Thou didst my head vprear:
And from thy holy-hill, hast heard,
What my entreaties were.

2

I lay & slept, & safe arose;
Because thou brought'st me ayd:
And though tenn thousands me enclose,
I will not be afraid.
Rise, Lord my God; & from all foes
Me safe, now also, make:
Their Jaw-bone smite, & let thy blows
The teeth of Sinners breake.

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For, saving health, alone to thee,
To thee, oh Lord, pertaines:
And whosoe're thy people be,
Thy peace on them remaines.

Psa. 4.

[_]

To the cheef musician on Neginoth a Psalm of David. It vpraides those who deride the Truth, & exhorts to faith & Repentance. The common wish of world-lings, & the desire also of a faithful-soul, is here expressed. It serves to confirme vs against the scornes of Atheists, & meer carnal men. &c.

[1]

Oh God my Righteousnes, give ear;
Enlargd I was by thee:
My humble suite, now also, hear,
And pitty take on me.
Vaine Sonns of men, how long will yee
My glorie thus abuse?
Though lies you seek, assured be
That God the just will chuse.

2

Yea God will hear me when I cry,
Fear therfore to offend;
And, on your bedd serch privatly
Your thinckings, & amend.
Make Righteousnes your sacrifize,
On God, assurance place.
For worldly Goods, the world-ling cries;
But grant me, Lord, thy grace.

3

For, thou my hart hast joyed more
Then corne & wine's encrease:
Thou mak'st me safe, & I, therefore,
In thee will sleep in peace.

Psa. 5.

[_]

To the cheef musician on Neginoth a Psalm of David. It beseecheth audience of God, for sundry respects; & prayeth that he would subvert his Adversaries, & be mercifull to his Church . It may be vsefull when we are oppressed by the enimies of Christ, for his Cause &c.

[1]

Lord, weigh my thoughts, my words attend,
My King, my God, encline thine ear:
My suites I will to thee commend,
And thou my voice betime shalt hear.
I will, oh Lord, betimes arise,
And pray, & wait for thy supplies.

2

For, thou in sinn hast no delight,

No evills, in thy dwellings be;
The foole abides not in thy sight,
The wicked are abhord of thee.
Thou root'st out all who falshoods prate,
And bloud, & guile, in man, dost hate.

3

But, I, in thy abounding grace,
Thy house will visite in thy fear,
And worship in thy holy-place;
Oh teach me, Lord, thy Justice there:
Unto my vewe, thy way disclose,
Because of them, that are my foes.

4

Their words & thoughts are false & naught;
Their throte is like a gaping graue:
Therfore, oh God, let them be caught
And fall by what they plotted haue,
Yea, seeing they thy foes haue binn,
Expose them to their swarmes of sinn.

5

But, chear vp those who trust in thee,
That such as well thy name affect,
May, still, therin triumphant be,
And joy that thou dost them protect.
For Lord, the just thou shalt reward;
And, sheild-like, make thy grace their gard.

Psa. 6.

[_]

To the cheef musitian on Neginoth vpon Sheminith a Psalm of David. It bewailes the miseries & corruptions of the humane nature, & with penitential expressions emplores Gods mercy &c. It may be sung when oppressed by our sinns & infirmities, we haue invoked God, & received comforts.

[1]

Lord, in thy rage correct me not;
To me, oh! do not roughly speake,
Nor chide me when thy wrath is hott
But, pitty me, for I am weake.
Oh Lord, vouchsafe to cure my paines;
For, through my bones, the torments goe:
My hart is vext, & much complaines,
Good God! hów long shal this be soe?

2

Returne, & help my soul oh Lord;
Mee, let thy meer compassion saue:
For, who in death shall thee record,
Or give thee praises in the grave?
With groanes I tire; & in the nights
My bedd in flouds of teares doth swim;
Through in-ward greefs, & foes despights,
Mine eies decay, my sight growes dimm,

3

But, Sinners, now depart fro mee:
God heares my suite, my plaint, my crie;
Which let my foes with blushing see,
And vext, & greeu'd, my presence fly.

Psa. 7.

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Shiggaijon of David which he sung to the Lord, concerninge the wòrds of Chush the Benjamite. It is the Complaint of an innocent, vniustly accused, & referring himself to be iudged according to his innocency. It may be vsed, when the true Church or any members thereof, are slandred by their foes &c.

[1]

Lord God, on thee I do depend,
Me, from the spoiler save:
Lest Lion-like my soul he rend
When I no helper have.
For, if oh Lord my God, in this,
My hands found guiltie be;
If I rewarded him amisse
That was at peace with me.

2

Nay, I to him did mercy shewe
Who sought my causeles blame;
Els, let my foe my soul persue
And ouertake the same.
Yea, let hlm tread (when down I fall)
My life into the clay;
And, in a dust-heap, there-withall,
Mine honor let him lay.

3

Oh Lord! thy selfe, in wrath advance,
For, wroth my spoilers be:
According to thine ordinance.

Arise, & judge thou me
That multitudes to thee may come,
(For their sakes) great appear:
Yea judge them Lord, & giue me doome
As just, ag I am clear.

4

Confounde the sinners wickednes;
But, still, the just maintaine:
For, thou (oh God of righteousnes)
Canst serch both Hart & Reine.
God is my sheild, & he protects
The Godly from decay.
His doomes are just, & he corrects
The wicked ev'ry day,

5

Except they turne, his blade he whetts,
A bowe, still bent, he hath:
He, shafts for persecutors getts,
And instruments of death.
For, lo; with mischeeues being bigg,
They first conceive a sinn;
Next, bring forth lies; then pitt-falls digg,
Where, they themselues fal in.

6

Thus, on their heads, their mischeeus all
Do justly tumble downe;
And wicked mens devises fall
On their devizers crowne.
For which, the justice of the Lord,
I'le strive to glorify;
And, will, in songs of praise, record
The name of God, most high.

Psa. 8.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian vpon Gittith a Psalm of David. It sings the glory, powre, & dominion of Christ; & magnifies the love of God in the admirable exaltation of the humane nature, by the incarnation of his Sonn &c. It may be vsed, to praise God for the great priveledges which we haue receaved thereby.

[1]

How famous, Lord, our God, appears
Throughout, the world, thy glorious Name?
Above the height of all the Sphears,
Thou spreadst the splendor of thy fame.
The mouths of babes, thy powr to show;
And sucklings tongues, thou didst ordaine:
To stopp the mouth of ev'ry foe;
And, their avengings to restraine.

2

When on the heav'ns I fixe mine eye,
And moone & starrs (thy creatures) heed;
Why careth God for man (think I)
Or why regardeth he his seed!
He was below thine Angells plac'd,
And, higher, now advanc'd is he:
To rule thy works, him raisd thou hast,
And, at his feet, all creatures be.

3

O're heards & flocks, in stall & folde,
O're cattell which at randome goe,

The sov'raigne place he now doth holde
And, over foules & fishes, to.
Yea, rule throughout the sea, he bears,
And over all within the same:
How famous, Lord our God, appears
Throughout the world, thy glorious Name!

Psa. 9.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian vpon Muth-labben a psalm of David. Herein, the faithfull praise God, for many good causes, & exhort others to do the same. It may be vsed, to praise the Lord, for his many fold mercies vouchsafed to his Church; &, for his just judgments on their foes. &c.

[1]

Now, Lord, with all my hart, & voice,
Thy wondrous works I, le magnify:
Of thee, I'le sing; Of thee, reioice;
And praise thy name (oh God most high)
For, thou didst put my foes to flight;
They fell, & fled out of thy sight.

2

My lawfull cause thou dost vpholde;

Thou sit'st enthron'd; thou judgest right;
The Gentiles, are by thee contrould;
The wicked, thou destroiest quite:
And, thou their names away dost blot,
For evermore, to be forgot,

3

Thy slaughters, now, thou cruel Foe,
Are to an end, for ever, brought;
Those Townes which thou did'st overthrowe,
Are nameles now, & out of thought:
But, God still sitteth on his throne,
Preparing judgment thervpon.

4

The world, he shall vprightly doome;
And, justly judge the nations all.
The pore, when times of trouble come,
He gardeth, like a castle wall.
And, they who seek & know his name;
Are safe, by trusting in the same.

5

To God, therfore, in Syon sing;
To nations all, make knowne his deeds:
For, when to light, he blood will bring,
He poremens wrongs, & criengs, heeds.
Now also, Lord, thy grace I crave:
Oh! mark what woes, & foes I have.

6

Thou sav'st me from the gates of hell
That I thy praise, with chearfull voice,
To Syon's daughters may reveal,
And in thy saving-health rejoice.
The Gentiles, had a pitt-fall wrought;
But, they themselves therin were caught.

7

Their Nets have their owne feet en-snar'de,
And, God is by his iudgments knowne;
The Sinners hands have trapps preparde,
Whereby them selves were ouerthrowne.
Thus, downe to hell the wicked goe,

As, all who fear not God shall doe.

8

There is a time to minde the pore,
Their hope shall not, for ever, faile;
To judge the Gentiles Lord, therfere,
Arise, & let not man prevaile.
The Nations fright, vntill they see,
That they are men as others be.

Selah.

Psa. 10.

[_]

The Pride, Crueltie, Prophanesse, & Fraude of Antichrist, Atheists, & Hipocrites is described: God is invoked to redresse it: his Dominion acknowledged, & his mercifull regard of the afflicted is, confessed. It may be vsed, when we are oppressed by temporall or Spirituall Oppressors.

[1]

Thy face, oh Lord, why dost thou hide,
And stand aloofe, so farr?
Lo, Sinners, meerly out of pride,
The Spoile of poremen are.
Insnare them, by their owne devise,
For, of their Lust they boast
And praise those Freindes to Avarice,

VVhome God abborreth most.

2

Their scornefull eyes regard not thee,
Their hartes do thee denay.
Too high for them thy judgments be;
Stil greeuous is their way.
They snuff, & sleight their greatest Foes,
And (come what mischeeves will)
Within their hartes, they do suppose,
That they shal prosper still.

3

Their mouthes, with cursings overflowe,
Their tongues, lie, swear, & vaunt:
The pore to catch & overthrowe,
Obscured paths they haunt.
They watch, unseene, for simple-men,
To ceaze them vn-aware.
They lurck like Lions in their denn,
And slielie them insnare.

4

To catch the pore, by lowlie shewes
Their strength, doth help them on,
They think in hart, that God nor vewes,
Nor careth what is done.
But, rise oh Lord, thy powre to showe;
Leaue not the pore forgot.
For, why should Sinners sleight thee soe
And think, thou mind'st them not?

5

Thou see'st, yea see'st their wickednes,
That punishd it may be:
And loe, the pore & Fatherles,
Commit their Cause to thee.
Lord God (their helper) break the strength
Of ev'ry wicked-one;
Serch out their sinnes, & thou (at length)
Shalt cause them to have none.

6

Our ever-lasting king thou art:

Thou, from the Realme likewise,
Hast forc'd the Gentiles to depart,
And heard the poremans cries.
Their harts thou shalt establish to,
And hear & judge, the pore;
That, earth-bred man, the Orphanes foe,
May them oppresse no more.

Another of the same.

[Lord, why standest thou so farr?]

[1]

Lord, why standest thou so farr?
Why at need, am I forsaken?
Poremen, wrondg'd by Tirants are;
Let them in those guiles, be taken,
Which by them contrived were.

2

For, in boast, the Sinner sayes;
That, his longings he possesseth:
He, the Covetous doth praise,
(And their practises he blesseth)
Though the Lord abhors their waies.

3

Proud & loftie lookes, hath he,
God, nor seeking, nor beleeving:

All his Courses greevous be;
And thy judgments (past conceivinge)
Are too high for him to see.

4

With contempt he sleights his foes,
Fearing neither falls nor sliding:
From his mouth much cursing flowes,
Vnderneath his tongue, still hiding,
Mischeef, sinn, & guilefull showes.

5

In blinde paths, he lurks & pries,
Harmles men to spoile & murther:
At the pore he darts his eyes,
And (unseene) his drifts to further,
Like the denned lion, lies.

6

He doth watch the pore to spoile,
Whome he snares & ouerthroweth:
For, to take him in his toyle,
He with humble crowchings boweth,
Ceazing him by force, the while.

7

Then, in hart, thus muzeth he;
God shall sleightly passe it over;
Hide his face, & never see:
But, rise Lord, thy strength discover,
That the meek aven'gd may be.

8

Let not Sinners mock thee soe,
As if thou didst nought regard it:
Lo; thou see'st, yea see'st them do
Spightfull wrong; &, to reward it,
Thou shalt set thy hand there-to.

9

Thou, art poremens hopefull stay,
Orphanes helper, in oppression:
Break the Sinners armes I pray,
Serch thou after his transgression,
And, then, purg it all away.

10

God who raignes for evermore,

From his land, the Gentiles driveth;
Hears, & chears, & helps the pore;
And, the Orphane so reviveth,
That, he feares not, as before.

Psa. 11.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian a Psalm of David. The faithful soule (being tempted to despaire) makes fast the Anchor of his Hope by considering Gods powre, his love to such as trust in him, & his hatred to their vnfaithful adversaries &c. It may be vsed, to comfort vs in desperate temptations, & imminent perills.

[1]

In God, my trust is placed still;
Then, wherefor do you say,
That, as a bird vnto the hill,
My soul should fly away?
For, loe, their bow the wicked bend,
And arrowes they prepare,
That they, vnseene, their shafts may send,
At such as needie are.

2

If overthrowne the Ground-works lie,
What cann the best men do?
Gods holy seat, is heav'n on high,
And he must look therto.
Man-kinde, with closd, & open eyes,
(Ev'n righteous men) God prooues;
And, him he doth, iu soul, despize,
That wicked Courses loves.

3

For wicked men, the Lord prepares,
(And raines into thir cupp)
A storme of brimstone, fire, & snares,
Which they must swallow up.
But, being in himself vpright,
He, justice doth affect;

And, godly men, have in his sight,
A looke of good respect.

Psa. 12.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian vpon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. The elect are prayd for; The circumventions & insultings of the wicked are mentioned, with a promise of redresse; & the stabilitie of Gods word is declared. It may be vsed when heresie, or prophanesse beginnes to spread. &c.

[1]

Help Lord; for, no Good man is left:
All faithfulnes is quite bereft,
And from the race of men departs:
They, lies vnto their neighbours, tell;
Vpon their lipps, faire speaches dwell,
When falshood lurketh in their hartes.

2

But, God shall cut their lipps that gloze,
And, pluck away the tongues of those
Who proudly make their vauntings, thus:
Wee of our tongues will masters be;
Our lipps are ours, & who is he

That shall have Lord-ship over vs?

3

But, I (saith God) will now arise,
Ev'n for the sighengs & the cries
Of those that wrong'd or greeved are:
And, I will them in saftie sett,
Beyond their powre, who in their nett,
The poremans footsteps would ensnare,

4

Gods wordes refinde, the Test will bide,
Like silver seav'n tymes purifide;
And, God will keep them ever true:
Though, for a while, men lewd & base,
Do sitt in honors higest place,
And, ev'ry where their folly shewe.

Psa. 13.

[_]

To the Cheef Musitian a Psalm of David. It expresseth hartie longinges after spirituall Consolations, & shews the perplexties of a soule, seeking rest in her owne Counsells &c. It may besung, when feeling our natural defects, & the malice of our foes, we desire the comforts of the Holy-glost &c.

[1]

How long forgetst thou mee!
Shall thus obscured be
Thy cheerful face, oh Lord, for aye?
Still, in my soul, shal I
Perplext, & muzing lie,
With hart oppressed all the day?

2

My God! shall still my foe,
Insult vpon me soe?
Hear, & mine eyes enlighten thou:
Els, death wil me surprize;
And then mine enimies,
Will say; we haue prevailed, now.

3

For, they who malice mee,
Will Ioy my fall to see:
But, Lord, thy mercies I will minde.
I'le in thine ayde rejoice,
And praise thee, with my voice;
Because, to me thou hast bene kinde.

Another of the same.

[Oh Lord, how long wilt thou drawe back]

[1]

Oh Lord, how long wilt thou drawe back,
And hide thy face fro me?
How long shal I selfe-Counsell take

And, greev'd in spirit be?
How long shal my oppressors thrive,
And, I their scornings beare?
Lest, of my life, it me deprive,
Behold, oh Lord, & heare.

2

For, els my foes will say, in boast,
That I the foile have had,
And, they who now afflict me most,
Will of my fall be gladd.
But, in my hart, are hopes of thee
Which health & joy will bringe;
And, thou hast dealt so wel with mee
That I thy praise will sing.

Psal. 14.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It sheweth mans general corruption, & our natural estate before we become regenerated by Gods especiall Grace &c. We should sing it to minde vs, what we are of our selves, & how much we should desire a Renovation.

[1]

The foole, his God in hart denayes;
And, quite corrupt mankinde is growne:
Their walkings are in hatefull waies;
Vpright, or good, there is not one.
The Lord, from heav'n declinde his eye,
And, all the sonns of men he scannd!
That he from thence might search & trie,
Who did him seek, or vnderstand.

2

But, all of them corrupted were,
All men beside the way are gone,
He saw not one deal justlie there,
Not one man good; oh no, not one,
So bruitish are Transgressors all,

That they like bread my people eat:
On God, (likewise) they never call;
And, therfor is their terror great.

3

For, God preserves the faithfull seed,
Ev'n them who righteous waies affect;
And, though his Counsel none doth heed,
Yet, God, the poreman will protect.
Would we Gods ayde from Syon had,
Which must his folke, from thraldome bringe!
For, Iacob would therof be glad,
And Isr'el should rejoice & sing.

Psa. 15.

[_]

A Psalm of David. It questions & answeres, who shal be admitted into Gods famelie (to wit) such as are sanctified in thought, word, & deed, &c. It is vsefull to inform vs, what our Couversations ought to be, who professe our selues to be of God's houshold.

[1]

Lord, who shall rest within thy tent,
Or on thy holy hill?
But, he that's trulie innocent,
And sheweth mercy, still.
Whose hart emploies a truth-full tongue;
And none by slander greeves:

Who neither doth his neighbours wronge;
Nor lies of them beleeves.

2

Who favours those that feare the Lord,
And, sinners doth abhor:
Who shifts not from his promis'd word,
Though to his losse he swore.
Who putts not coine to griping loane,
Nor takes a wicked fee,
He, doubtles, is a blessed one,
And, shall vnmooved be?

Psa. 16.

[_]

Michtam of David. It is a literal prophecie of Christ. Act. 2. 25. & it hath relation to the communion of saints, The sole-mediatorship of Christ, his resurrection, & his sitting at the right-hand of God, &c. It is usefull to confirm vs in these articles of our faith afore mentioned, &c.

[1]

Save me, oh Lord; for, I haue laid
My trustfull hope, alone, on thee:

And, to thy self, my Soul hath said,
That thou (oh Lord) her Lord shalt be,
My goods, to thee are nothing worth:
But, in their vse I will declare,
That I affect thy Saints on earth;
And, such as well-deservers are.

2

All they who serve another God,
Shall gaine encrease of greefs & blame;
Their drinck-oblation staind with bloud,
I'le nor prefer, nor speake their Name.
God is my birth-right, & my share;
He fills my Cupp; maintaines my Lot;
Faire portions, my divisions are,
And pleasant places I have gott.

3

The Lord be praisd, who wrought it so:
For, he in this, did me advize.
My Reines, by night, inform'd me to;
And, God I place before mine eyes.
Who stands at my right-hand so near,
That, me no fears of chaing molest:
It both my hart & voice, doth cheare;
My flesh likewise, in hope doth rest.

4

For, Lord, thou neither wilt permit
That left in hell my soul should lie;
Nor wilt thou suffer in the Pitt,
Thy holy-one to putrifie.
But (through lifes path-way) me shalt bring,
Where, in thy sight (at thy right hand)
All Ioyes, and each delightfull thinge
For ever, & for ever, stand.

Another of the same.

[Preserve me Lord; for, I on thee depend]

[1]

Preserve me Lord; for, I on thee depend;
And, for her Lord, my soul professes thee.
Though to thy self, my wealth no profit lend,
Thy Saints on earth, my love shall therby see.
But, they shall feel their sorrow still encreased,
Whose offrings are to other Gods addressed.

2

Their bloudie-drinck-oblation to present,
Or, with my lipps so name them, I disdaine:
Thou art my Lott, where with I am content;
Thou for my cupp, a portion shalt maintaine.
To me, the Lines a goodly share divided;
And praisd be God, that me so well hath guided.

3

My reines likewise, instruct me in the night:
Before mine eyes, the Lord still seemes to stand;
And, sure, I shall preserved be vpright,
Because, the Lord remaines at my right-hand.
It glads my hart; with joy my tongue now singeth;
And, hopefull rest, vnto my fleash it bringeth.

4

For why; my soul thou shalt not leave in hell,
Nor let thy holy-one corruption see:
But, vnto me, thy path of life reveal,
Which thither tends, wher joies perfections be;
Ev'n thither, where at thy right-hand attending.
Those plæsures are, which never shal haue ending.

Psa. 17.

[_]

A prayer of David, It personates Christs members in persecution desiring succour, & comforting thē selves in hope of the blessed vision of God, after their Resurrection; &c. It is vsefull, when we have cōsidered the quality of our foes, & by faith applyed vnto our selves, the innocency of Christ, with an affection therevnto.

[1]

Lord, hear my cause, my suites, my cries,
Which from vnfained lipps do flowe;
To rightfull things decline thine eyes,
And, from thy self, let sentence goe.
My secret thoughts are in thy sight;
Thou vew'st them, in the darkest night.

2

Thou trid'st my fault, & foundst it none;
For, from offence I kept my tongue:
And (as for things by others done)
My words preserved me from wrong.
Oh! be thou pleasd, my course to guide;
And stay my feet, lest els they slide.

3

On thee I call; for thou wilt hear:
Lord, hear, & my complaint attend.
Let thy great love to me appeare,
And thy right-hand my life defend;
Ev'n that right-hand which from their foes,
Gards them, who trust in thee repose:

4

From Tiraunts, me beseiging-round,
From Sinners, who my harme assay,
Lord, as thine eye-ball keep me sound;
And, over me, thy wings display.
For, they with fatt, quite round are clad;
And, haughtie braggs, their mouths have made.

5

Me, in my waies, they have withstood,
And sought about with downe-cast eyes,

Like lions (when they hunt for food)
Or lions whelp, which lurking lies.
But, rise, resist; & foile them Lord:
From Sinners, gard me, by thy sword.

6

Lord, from those world-lings gard thou me,
Who in this life, their lot receive;
Who full of wealth, & children be,
And for their babes large portions leave.
To wake from sinn, & looke on thee,
In thine owne forme, contenteth mee.

Psa. 18.

[_]

A Psalm of David the servant of the Lord, who sung vnto the Lord, the words of this song, when the Lord delivered him from the hand of al his foes, & from the hand of Saul. It mysticallie declareth Gods maiestical proeeding in the work of our redēption. And it may be vsed to praise God for our deliverances, by the Incarnation, resurrection, & exaltation of Christ; & for the benifits which we receive thereby.

[1]

I love the Lord; for, my support,
My horne of health, is he:

My Rock, my trust, my Sheild, my fort,
And, oft hath helped me.
He merrits praise; for, when I cry
Me, from all foes he saves;
Though wrapt in pangs of death, I lie
And plungd in sorrowes waves?

2

Yea, when by death & hell en-snar'd,
I sought the Lord, in fear;
My God, within his Temple heard,
And my complaints did hear:
Earths ground-work shook to feel his yre;
The trembling hills, did quake:
His nostrills fum'de, his mouth breath'd fire,
Which burning coales did make.

3

Then, downe he came, & heavn he bow'd
His feet thick darknes hid.
A flieng Cherube he bestrode;
The winged windes, he ridd.
A duskie fogg, his Cov'ring was;
Dark waters were his tent:
Before the brightnes of his face,
Clouds, fire, & hayle, he sent.

4

The Lord, from heav'n did also make
His thunders to be heard:
Yea, when that great Almighty Spake,
Both fire & haile appear'd:
His darts, on ev'ry side he threwe,
Till they dispersed were:
His burning Lightninghs, flashiug flewe,
And caused them to fear.

5

When he did frown, a dreadfull blast
He from his nostrills blow'd,
Which, vp the seas lowe Depths did cast,
And, Earths foundation show'd,

Then down he sent, & from among
Great flouds, advanced me;
And from those foes that were too strong;
He likewise garded me.

6

They in my Cares did me prevent;
But, still, God was my hope:
He, for his love-sake, succour sent,
And gave me larger scope.
The Lord, my Righteousnes observ'd,
His favour he bestow'd;
And, as mine innocence deserv'd,
So, he his mercy show'd.

7

For, in Gods wayes my walkings were,
From him I have not stept;
Still in my sight, his iudgments are,
And I his lawes haue kept.
In him, I instifide became;
For, I did leave my sinn:
And, as I iust & righteous am,
Rewarded I haue binn.

8

As he my hands did guiltles finde,
He, so did me require:
For, to the meek the Lord is kinde,
To righteous men vpright.
Among the pure, he will be pure,
And, on the froward frowne.
The poreman he will make secure,
And, pluck the proud-man downe.

9

My Darknes, God shall brightnes make;
My Lampe, enlight he shall.
By him, I through an Army brake,
And overleap'd a wall,
Gods way is right, pure is his word;
He saves if sought he be:

For, who is God, except the Lord,
Or who cann save but he?

10

About my Loines, he strength did binde,
He, sett my path-way streight:
He, made my feet out runn the Hinde,
And rais'd me to this height
My hands to fight; my Armes to bend
A bowe of steel, he taught;
His Buckler, he to me did lend,
And, saving-health it brought.

11

His right-hand hath supported me,
His love hath made me great;
My stepps, by him enlarged be,
And, safe my feet are sett.
I did persue (yea tooke) my Foes,
And slewe til all were slaine.
They fell downe wounded by my blowes,
And could not rise againe.

12

For, he (to fitt me for the war)
With powre, did me indue,
And, those who my opposers are,
Beneath my feet he threwe.
To conquer them, who mee envide,
Me, strong enough, he made.
They cride, and (though to God they cride)
Replies, nor helps, they had.

13

Then, as the dust which whirl-windes tosse,
So small, I them did beat;
And threw them forth, as myrie-drosse,
Which lies about the streat.
Thus, from the peoples vp-roares freed,
I (through his grace) became:
And, now to be the Gentiles Head;
By him, advanc'd I am.

14

A nation shall my Servants be,
which knowes me not, as yet:
Assoone as they have heard of me,
Themselves they shall submit.
The stranger shall stand out no more;
But, in his Bullworks feare:
Oh praise the living Lord, therfore;
Aloud, Gods praise declare.

15

Let God, my saving-health, be praisd,
By whome to passe it came,
That, I above the people raisd,
And thus avenged am.
Above all them that me oppose,
He doth exalt my throne;
And, saveth me from all my foes,
Ev'n from the Cruel-one.

16

Among the gentiles, now, therefore
I'le thanck him for the same;
My song shall be for evermore,
In honor of his Name.
His king, & his anointed-one
He gloriously hath freed;
And, everlasting mercie shown
To David & his seed.

Psal. 19.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It declares the vniversal preaching of Gods Divinity by the book of his Creatures, & it is a prophecie of the generall publiation of the Gospel, Rom. 10. It sheweth also, the properties, of the divine word . It may be used to praise God for the priveledges which we have by his word, &, as a prayer for sanctification. &c.

[1]

Gods glorie, shines among the Sphears;
The heav'ns, his handie-works disclose;
Their daylie speach, his powre declares;
And e'vry night, his wisdome showes.
Their language, in al tongues is found;
Their Line, about Earths globe, doth runn:
Through-out the world their words do sound;
And, there's the Pallace of the Sunn.

2

He Bride-groome-like, refresh'd appears,
When he forgoes his lodging place;
Or gyant-like, when vp he rears
And chears himself, to runn a Race.
His Iorneies are from thence begun,
Ev'n where, the bounds of heav'n are sett;
And, he quite round the world doth runn,
Refreshing all things with his heat.

3

God's Rule is plaine, & soules convarts;
His witnes firme, & maketh wise:
His lawes are just, & glad our harts;
His Precepts pure, & clear our eyes,
His blamles Feare is vn-confin'de,
Both true & right, are all his doomes,
More worth then gold (ev'n gold refin'de)

More sweet, then hony in the combes.

4

Moreover, they thy servant warne,
By keeping them, he profit winns:
But, Lord, his guilt who cann descerne?
Oh! therfor purge my secreat sinns.
From daring Crimes thy sarvant save,
And, let them bear no sway in me:
So, I the lesse rebuke shall have,
And, from the great-offence, be free.

5

Oh! when I speake, let ev'ry word,
And ev'rie muzing of my hart,
Be pleasing in thy sight, oh Lord,
For, thou my strength, & saviour art.

Psa. 20.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian A Psalme of David. It is

a prayer for spirituall graces, with a protestation of affiance in God; & it mistically toucheth the Prest-hood & royal dignity of Christ &c. It may be vsed to desire Gods acceptance of vs in his Sonn; & may serve, in some cases, as a prayer for christian princes and pastors. &c.

[1]

The Lord, at need, vouchsafe thee grace,
Let Jacobs God, thy cause defend,
Protect thee from his holy-place,
And, strength to thee from Syon send.
Thy guifts, let him remember, still,
Let him accept thy Sacrifize,

Selah.

Thy harts request, let him fulfill,
And, prosper all thou shalt devise.

2

We wil reioice thy peace to see,
And in Gods name our Ensignes wave,
When al thy suites are granted thee:
For, God (I know) his Christ will save,
By his right-hand's almightie force,
God hears vs from his holy-hill.
Some trust in charrets, or in horse,
But, we Gods Name remember, still.

3

In that regard, we raised are,
And stand vpright, when they do fal.
Oh! let the king, our prayers hear,
And save vs, Lord, when we do call.

Psa. 21.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian a Psalm of David. It is a literal prophecie of the kingly dignitie of Christ, mentioninge some of his royall prerogatives, &c. It may be vsed as a thanckfull commemoration of the preheminence of our spirituall king. &c.

[1]

Lord, in thy strength, how joies the king?
And, of thine aide, how glad is he?
His harts desires, in ev'rie thing,
Have bene bestow'd on him, by thee

Selah.

With blessings, thou didst him prevent,
With purest gold, thou cowud'st his head,
To ask for life, was his intent;
And, he of endles life, hath sped.

2

Through thy defence, he famous growes,
And, is to high preferment reard;
On him, thy blisse-evernal flowes,
Thy gratious lookes his hart have chear'd.
Through thy meer love, the king shal stand
Still firme, if he on thee repose.
And, Lord, thy hand (ev'n thy right-hand)
Shall serch, & finde out all thy foes.

3

As ovens, hot with flames, will do,
So, thou shalt scorch them in thyne yre:
And, in thy wrath consume them so,
As if they burned in the fire.
Yea, thou shalt from the race of man,
Root out their fruite, & pluck their seed;
Because, to wrong thee, they begann,
Although they could not act the deed.

4

Thou shalt expose them (as it were)

A Marke, within thy shooting-place;
Thy stringed shafts thou shalt prepare
And, stick thine Arrowes in their face.
Thus, be thou still exalted, Lord,
By thine owne powre, thy trophies raise:
And then, with joye wee will record
Thy Matchles might, in songs of praise.

Psa. 22.

[_]

To the cheef Musitian vpon Aijleth Shahal. A Psalm of David. It is a prophecie of Christ his passion, vnfolding diverspassages thereof, & mētioning also the calling of the Gentiles, &c. It may be sung to commemorate the Passion, & some other misteries of our Redemption, &c.

[1]

Why hast thou, oh my God, my God.
Why hast thou me forgone?
Why, nearer is not thy abode;
To hear & help my mone?
Vnheard of thee, I cry whole daies;
Whole nights the same I doe;
Yet, thou art Isr'els cheefest praise,

And, thou art holy to.

2

Our fathers did on thee depend,
And, thou didst them secure:
They cride, & thou didst them defend;
Their faith did them assure.
But, I, pore worme, an Abiect am,
No man, but one forlorne:
The people make of me their game,
Their proverb, & their scorne.

3

When me they vewe, their heads they nod,
Make mouths, & jeering, say;
God was his hope, now then, if God
Him loves, him save he may.
But, thou didst gard me in the wombe,
Thou didst convay me thence:
At nurse, my hope thou didst become,
And, keptst me eversince.

4

Er'e-since my birth, my God thou art;
My trust is all in thee:
Oh! do not far fro me depart,
For, perills compasse mee.
Strong Bulls (ev'n herds of Bashan race)
Beset me round about:
They stand wide-gaping in my face;
Like Lions, roaring-out.

5

Like water, I am pour'de aside;
My bones are strain'd apart:
E'vn potsherd-like, my strength is dride;
Like wax, dissolues my hart.
Vnto my Iawes, my tongue is glew'd;
For, thou didst me confound.
With cruel doggs I am persu'de;
By Sinners, closed round.

6

My hands & feet, they nailed fast:

My bones apparant were:
Vpon my vesture, lots they cast,
My garments they did share.
Thine ayde, therfore, no more delay,
But, Lord my strength, draw near,
Cause not the sword, my soul to slay,
Nor doggs to rend my dear.

7

Me, from the mouthes of Lions, garde,
As I, in former daies,
From hornes of vnicornes was heard:
So, I will sing thy praise.
Thy fame, I'le in thy church record,
My brethren being there.
Oh! praise him yee that fear the Lord,
And Jacobs ofspring are.

8

Him, oh yee seed of Isr'el, fear;
For, he doth nor despize
Afflicted soules, nor stop his eare,
Nor turne from them his eyes.
But, when thy crie, their cries are heard;
For which, his praise I sing:
And, in great throngs, where God is feard,
My vowes to him I'le bring.

9

The meek shal feed till they are full,
And praise the Lord therfore.
All yee, who seek him in your soul,
Shal live for evermore.
The worlds far ends, to minde shall call
Their dutie to the Lord:
And, he of heathen kingdomes, all,
Shall see him self ador'de.

10

For, his the kingdome is, indeed,
All nations, ruleth he.
Earths fatlings on his bread shal feed,

And, thanckful they shalbe.
Yea, they shall all before him bowe
Whose lodging is the grave,
For, none but he hath powre enough,
The soul from death to save.

11

A seed, whome he shall count his owne,
Shal then, to God returne;
And, make his Acts of Justice known
To people yet vnborn.

Psa. 23.

[_]

A Psalm of David. The Christian soul acknowledgeth Christ her pastor enritching, feedinge, reioicinge, reforming, beautifieng her, & providing for her an eternall habitation, in this owne presence &c. It may be sung to praise God for the benifits herein mentioned, &c.

[1]

The Lord my Pastor daignes to be,
I nothing, now, shall need:
To drinck sweet springs he bringeth mee,

And on green Meads to feed.
For his Name-sake, my hart he glads,
He makes my wayes vpright:
And, I, the vale of deaths black shades,
Cann passe, without affright.

2

Thy staffe, thy presence, & thy rodd,
My joyfull comforts are,
And, thou before my foes (oh God)
My Table shalt prepare.
Oyle on my head, pour'd out thou hast,
My Cupp doth over-flowe,
And thou, on me, whilst life doth last,
Thy favours wilt bestowe.

3

Yea, Lord, thy goodnes & thy grace,
Shall alwayes follow me:
And, in thy house, my dwelling place
For evermore shall be.

Psa. 24.

[_]

A psalme of David. It describes the largnes of Christs inheritance, & shewes who are members of his Church. Then, by a poetical prosopopeia, the everlasting Gates

are summoned to give passage for the Ascention of that glorious King , It is vsed, in commemoration of the Ascention.

[1]

The Earth's the Lords, with her encrease;
The world, & all her goods:
He founded it vpon the seas,
And layd it on the Flouds.
What man is he that shal have grace
To climbe the hill of God?
Or Who shall in his holy-place,
Obtaine their free abode?

2

Sure, they whose hands are innocent,
Whose meanings are vpright.
Whose harts to folly are not bent,
Who swear, without deceit.
Such, gaine from God, a blessed meed,
And, from their saviour grace:
And, such (oh Iacob) are their seed
Who truly seek thy face.

3

Yee Gates, lift vp your heades on high,
(Yee dores which last for aye)
The king of glory passeth-by,
Vnclose, & give him way.
Who is the king of glorie? tell,
Oh tell! who might he be?
The Lord, who doth in strength excell,
That glorious king, is he.

4

Yee Gates, aloft your Arches heave,
(Yee dores that have no ende)
Vnto the king of glorie, give
Free passage to ascend.
Who is the king of glorie? say,
Oh say! who might he be?
The Lord of Armies in aray,

That glorious king is he.

Psa. 25.

[_]

A Psalme of David. It containeth many petitions of an afflicted penitent Soul; declares the excellence of the Lawe of Grace, & the priveledges of the regenerate &c. It may be vsed when we are dejected by the sight of our guiltines, & are truly penitent, &c.

[1]

I lift my soul to thee,
My trust in thee is plac'd:
Oh let me, Lord, nor scorned be,
Nor by my foe disgrac'd.
But, keep reproches all
From those who thee attend,
And, let on them Confusion fall
That without Cause offend.

2

Thy waies to me me impart,
Let me thy Truth be taught;
For, thou, oh God, my Saviour art:
Whome I have alway sought.
Be still, to me as kinde
As thou of old hast binn;
And, bear thou not those faults in minde,

which I have erred in.

3

But, grace to me afford,
Ev'n for thy goodnes sake;
As thou art good, & gratious, Lord,
On me compassion take.
Direct al those that stray,
In iudgment, guide the meek,
And, them informe thou in thy way,
That humbly, thee de seeke.

4

For, Truth & Mercie, Lord,
Are found in all thy wayes,
By ev'ry one who keeps thy word,
And thy Commands obayes.
Remit (though great they are)
My sinns, for thy Name sake,
And, suffer him who thee doth fear,
His chosen-path to take.

5

Then, easd his hart shal growe,
His seed the Land shal fill,
And, he that feares the Lord, shall know
His Counsells, & his will.
Myne eyes attend on thee,
That thou maist me release:
In mercie, Lord, returne to mee
Forlorne & in destresse.

6

My greefs enlarged are;
Oh come, & me releeve.
My sorrowes heed, regard my care,
And all my sinns forgive.
Observe, oh Lord, my foes;
Marke how abus'd I am;
And (since I trust in thee repose)
Defend my soul from shame.

7

Yea, keep thou me vpright;

Because. I hope in thee:
And, from all wrongs, & all despight,
Let Isr'el saved be.

Another of the same

[Aloft, I raise my soul, oh Lord, to thee]

Aloft, I raise my soul, oh Lord, to thee;
And I in thee alone, my trust have placed,
By those therfore, that seek to mischeeve me,
Oh, let me not be shamed, nor disgraced.
Confound not those who seek to do thy will;
But, shame those mē that Causeles have offended,
Direct thou me in thy Truths pathway, still;
For (Lord my health) on thee I have attended.
Eternall God, in mercie, thinck on me,
As it hath bene of old thy gratious fashion:
Forgot, let all my youthfull errors be;
For thy love sake, Remember thy compassion.
Great is thy grace, & great thy Iustice, Lord:
Therfor, thy waies to sinful men thou showest
Healp to thee meek, thou dost, likewise, afford
Whē he is iudgd; & guid'st him where thō goest,
In all thy waies, both Truth & Mercie be,

For such, as have thy league, & word observed:
Keep therfor, Lord, thy grace in store for me;
(For thy namesake) though I have ill deserved.
Let those, in whome thy sacred fear is found,
In their desired pathway, Lord, persever.
Make true content, in all their soules abound:
And, let their seed, possesse the land, for ever.
No man oh Lord, who stands in fear of thee,
Shall from thy league or Counsels, be debarred.
On thee, therfore, mine eyes attending be,
That from the net, my feet may be vnsnared;
Pleasd be, in love, to visit me againe;
For, lo; despis'd I am, & sore destressed.
Quit me, from all my sorrowes & my paine;
For, my hart-greefs (oh Lord) are much encræsed.
Regard my wants; Behold, & mark my woes;
Remitting all wherin I have offended.
See, See, oh Lord, what numbers are my foes;
And, what despights to me they have intended.
To help & save my soul, entreated be:
Thou art my Garde, oh! keep me vndisgraced,
Vpright, & pure, because, I trust in thee:
And, from all Cares, let Isr'el be released.

Psal. 26.

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A Psalm of David. It setts downe some marks of the true church & of her members; & personates her, iustifieing her self against the secret imputations of her foes (from whome she desires to be distinguisht) &c. It is vsefull for those members of Christ, whoe are falsly accused, &c.

[1]

Give sentence, now, oh Lord, with me;
For, I have walk'd aright;

And, since I have relide on thee,
Preserve me still vpright.
Proue thou my hart & Raines, oh God;
Search there, what thou canst finde:
For, I the Paths of Truth have trodd;
And, bear thy love in minde.

2

With wicked men I have not sate,
Nor with dissemblers gone:
Prophane Assemblies I do hate,
And shunn the sinners throne.
With hands wash'd clean in simplenes,
I'le round thine Altars goe;
And there; in songs of thanckfulnes,
Thy wondrous works I'le showe.

3

For, I that place affect, oh God,
Where thou so much art fam'de:
Therfor, with sinners, thirsting blood,
Oh! let me not be nam'd.
Their hands (their verie righthands) be
with bribes, & mischeefs fraught:
But, Lord, redeeme & pitty me;
For, I truths Paths have sought.

4

In stedfast waies, with fixed feet,
Firme standing, I possesse:
For which, where great Assemblies meet,
I, will the Lord confesse.

Psa. 27.

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A Psalme of David. It expresseth confidence in God, & a longing to enioye the priveledges of his sanctuarie. It vowes also to seek & serve him; desires Gods assistance, & exhorts to faith & perseverance &c. It is vsefull, for all Christians, to these purposes.

[1]

God is my light, my health mine Ayde;
My lifes defence: whome should I fear?
When wicked foes my death assayd,
They tript, & fell, & ruinde were.
I, therfor, will nor faint, nor fly,
Although an hoast beseigeth me;
If God, will not this boone deny,
For which, I'le now a suiter be.

2

Ev'n that he grace to me afford.
My life-time in his house to spend;
To vewe the beautie of the Lord.
And in his Temple to attend.
For, in his Tent, when dangers threat,
In secret, he should me enclose;
Vpon a Rock, my footing set,
And, raise my head above my foes.

3

Then, in God's house, a Sacrifise
Of praises, I would also give:
Hear therfor, Lord; & let my cries
A gratious Answere, now receive.
When thou dost bid me seek thy face;
Thy face I'le seek, my hart replies:
Reiect not therfor, nor disgrace.

Thy Servant who on thee relies.

4

Oh Lord, who didst my soul preserve
When, me my parents did forsake;
(Because of them who me observe)
Now, plaine to me, thy path-waies make.
Yea, from the pleasure of my foes,
Protect me Lord: for, lo; with lies,
False witnesses do me oppose;
And, cruel words they do devise.

5

That, had I not beleef to see
Gods grace (within that land of blisse
Where endles life shal granted be)
My soul had fainted, long e're this.
Attend thou still vpon the Lord,
And faint thou not (who e're thou art)
Attend I say, vpon the Lord;
And, he shall fortify thy hart.

Psa. 28.

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A Psalme of David, It craves Gods assistance, imprecates

his Iudgments against the wicked, professeth assurance in the divine protection, & ascribes glorie, & powre, & thancks, to the Almighty, &c. It may be vsed as a prayer, & protestation of our faith in persecution.

[1]

Oh Lord My strength, I crie to thee,
Give eare, & Silence do not keep:
Lest, not vnlike to those I be,
Which downe descend, into the deep.
Observe my Cries, & what I pray,
When to thine Arke, my hands I rear:
With sinners, pluck me not, away,
Who speake of peace, yet purpose warr.

2

Give them what their ill deeds require;
As they deserve, so them reward.
For their lew'd works, pay them their hire,
Because, thy works they nought regard.
Yea, seeing they thy works despize,
Destroy them, never to be raisd:
But, hear my suite, & heed my cries,
And be thou, Lord, for ever praisd.

3

For, thou art, Lord, my sheild, mine ayde;
My strength, of whome I hopeful am:
Therof, my hart is well apaid,
And, of thy praise, my Songs I frame.
Thy Christ, thou alway shalt protect:
Thou art his rock; &, sav'd by thee,
Thine heritage & thine Elect,
(Blest, fedd, & magnifide) shall be.

Psa. 29.

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A Psalme of David It mistically expresseth the powre of Gods voice (or evangelical word) over all sorts of people, in all places. It may be vsed to praise God, for having thereby (according to this prophecie) converted those, who were naturally as obdurate as trees, mountaines, feilds, & brute-creatures.

[1]

Ascribe, yee Mightie, to the Lord,
Ascribe al powre & fame:
Let him be in his house ador'd,
And, honor yee his Name.
The Lord, commandeth, with his voice,
The seas, & greatest Floud;
And, when the thunder makes a noise,
It is the voice of God.

2

With powre, the God of glorie, speaks,
And, awfull are his words.
His voice, the strongest cedars breaks,
That Libanon affords.
Eu'n Libanon & Shirion to,
He makes to start (through feare)
As Vnicornes & Bullocks do,
That yonge & frightful are.

3

God's voice, between the flames doth flie,
God's voice, the Desert shakes:
God's Voice, doth Cadesh terrifie,
The Hinde, it Calfeles makes.

Yea, with his Voice, the thickest grove,
To plainest veiwe he laies;
And, in his Temple, those things move
All tongues, to sing his praise.

4

The Lord, likewise, doth in the Floud
An endles rule possesse;
And, blesseth al the Folke of God,
With fortitude, & peace.

Psa. 30.

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A Psalm or song of the dedication of the house of David. It seems a thancksgivinge for the resurrection of Christ, whose true house or Temple, was his Body. It confesseth Gods gratiousnes, & mans weaknes, &c. We may vse it, when, arising from our sinns, we resolve to dedicate our selves as tēples to the holy-ghost.

[1]

Lord God, thy praise I will declare;
For why, thou me hast magnifide:
My foes insultings thou did'st bar,

And, sav'dst me, when for help I cride,
Yea, from the dungeon & the pit,
Thou keptst my soul & life, oh Lord;
Let all thy saints (remembring it)
With praise, thy holines recorde.

2

Thy wrath, abides not long in thee,
But, in thy favour, life appears;
And, joy shall in the morning be,
Though, over-night, there may be teares.
In my advancement, once I sayd,
That nothing should my foot remove;
Because, my mountaine thou hadst laid
So firmelie, Lord, by thy meer love.

3

Yet, when thy face thou didst but hide,
I quickly was opprest, againe;
And, then, to thee againe I cride;
And in my crie, did thus complaine.
What profit will my bloud afford,
When, I, shal to the grave descend?
Oh! cann it sing thy praises, Lord?
Or cann the dust thy truth comend?

4

Lord, hear, & pittie take on me;
To succour me, thy help employ:
That, chang'd to songs, my sighes, may be;
My mourning-weeds to robes of ioy.
So, I, for ever, with my tongue
Will praise the, (oh my God my Lord)
And, in a never-ending song,
Thy mercies, thanckfully record.

Psa. 31.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalm of David. It personates Christ & his Church in persecution; containes a large intermixture of many petitions, complaints &c, & admirably fets forth the varietie of affections, incident to a soul, working out salvation with fear & trembling. It is vsefull in great agonies & afflictions of minde, &c.

[1]

Because, I do on thee depend,
(That sham'd I may not be)
Lord, in thy Iustice me defend,
And, quickly hear thou me.
Be still my rock, my walled-bowre;
And, me vouchsafe to save:
For, thou art my defensive towre,
And, all the strength I have.

2

Be pleas'd (for thy namesake) to come
And be my hopeful stay;
Direct thou me, & pluck me from
Those netts my foes do lay.
Thou art my strength, & vnto thee
My spirit I commit:
For, thou Lord God of Truth, art he
Who hast redeemed it.

3

I, them abhorr who lies approve;
But, Lord, I trust in thee:
And of thy grace, & in thy love,
My whole reioicings be.
For, me thou didst from cares discharge;
Thou knew'st my soul in woe:
My fettred feet thou didst enlarge,
And keptst me from my foe.

4

Have mercie, Lord, for I am vext;
Mine eies with greef decay:
In soul & flesh, I am perplext;
Greef, wasts my life away.
My yeares, with sigheng, shortned are;
My sight, to faile beginns:
My bones consume, my strength doth wear;
And, al is for my sinns.

5

My scornefull foes do me vpraid;
My neighbours, more then they:
My freinds, to see me are afrayd,
And, far they fly away.
As one long dead, (vnthought vpon)
Ev'n pot-sherd like, I fare.
I slander'd am of many a one,
And, round me, terrors are.

6

Yet (when to take my life fro me
They plotts against me layd)
Relieng still, oh Lord, on thee.
Thou art my God, I sayd,
Thou know'st the times, when me to take
From my persueng foes:
Therfor, to me (for mercie sake)
Thy cheerfull face disclose.

7

Lord, let me not be made asham'd,
Because, thy help I crave:

But, let the wicked be defam'd,
And, silenc'd in the grave.
Their lieng lips, for ever close,
Who murmur in despight,
Disdainfull words, in scorne of those,
Whose courses are vpright.

8

Oh! what great favours wilt thou shew,
To such as honor thee.
And bring to passe, in publike vewe,
For them that faithfull be?
Thy secret presence shal prevent
The Tyrants hautie wrongs;
And, they shall in thy privie-tent
Avoyd the strife of tongues.

9

Praise God; for, when I rash lie thought,
That I quite lost had binn;
Me, to a warlike Towne he brought,
And, honord me therein.
My suites, & cries, he likewise heard:
Yee saints of his, therfore,
The Lord your God, with good regard,
Love, honor, & adore.

10

The faithfull, he doth keep from harme,
And their proud foes contemn.
Be bolde: & he your harts will arme
Who put your trust in him.

Psa. 32.

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A Psalm of David Maschil. It shewes the free forgivenes of sinn by grace, Rom, 4. 6. The danger of hidinge, the benifit of confessing our sinns, and the powre of timely prayer; It exhorts also, that we do not brutishly abuse the grace of God &c, It should be sung, to remember vs of Gods mercies, & of these duties, &c.

[1]

A blest estate, that man is in
Whose crimes the Lord forgives, & hides:
Ev'n he, to whome God laies no sinn,
And in whose hart no fraud abides.
Till I, my faults, did open lay,
My bones with paine were tired out:
Thy hand opprest me night and day,
And, I became like Summers drought.

2

My Trespas, I reveald therfore:
I shewd my secret faults to thee;
And vowd to hide my sinns no more:
So, thou, their guilt forgavest me.
For this: the Iust, on thee shall call,
At seasons when thou maist be found:
And he shall have no harme at all,
Though mighty Flouds enclose him round.

3

Thou art, oh Lord, my hiding-place,
Wherein (when peril greatest growes)

From dangers, thou shalt me release,
And, me with songs of health enclose.

(Selah.)

Thus, thou dost also seem to say:
I will instruct thee with mine eye,
And, so inform thee in the way;
That thou shalt never walk awrie.

4

Then, be not like the Horse or Mule,
That void of vnderstanding be;
Which thou with Bitt, & Raines, must rule,
Lest, els, they fling, or fall on thee.
The Sinners plagues grow more & more;
But, they finde grace, who trust in God.
Let just, & righteous men therfore,
With Shouts, proclaime theyr joye, abrode.

Psa. 33.

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It exhorts to praise God; declares who are most obliged therevnto; In what manner we should performe this dutie,

& for what principall causes &c. We should often vse it to put vs in minde how much we are obliged to praise God, &c.

[1]

Ye Righteous, in the Lord reioice:
For, praise with Godly men doth sute:
Praise God with Psaltry, Harpe, & Voice,
And on the twice-five-stringed Lute,
To him, new ditties, sing & play;
And tune them to the loudest kay.

2

For, God is righteous in his word,
His Actions, ful of truth appear:
His Bounty, all the world hath storde:
His Darlings, Truth, & Iustice are.
The Heav'ns were form'd when he but spake;
His breath, did all their Armies make.

3

The seas huge waves, aloft he rear'd,
The Deeps, as vp in store, he layd:
Oh! let him through the world be fear'd,
And make Earths-dwellers all afraide.
For, his Commandings are fulfill'd;
And all is done as he hath will'd.

4

God, makes the Gentiles proiects vaine,
And, brings the Peoples plotts to nought:
But, his decrees, for aye remaine,
And, everlasting is his thought.
Most surely blest therefore are those,
Whome for his owne, the Lord hath chose.

5

For, God from heav'n doth cast his eye,
The Sonn's of men to veiwe & knowe:
Yea, from his dwelling-place on high,
He marketh all on earth belowe:
Their hearts, alike, he shapeth to,
And heeds, ev'n ev'ry work they do.

6

Great Armies cannot save a kinge,

No strong-mans powre his life preserves,
The strength of horse, vaine succours bringe;
But, those who fear him, God observes:
And, whosoe're on him depends,
From dearth, & death, he them defends.

7

Our soul vpon the Lord shall waite,
Who hath our sheild & shelter binn;
And, he shall be our harts delight;
Because, his Name, we trusted in.
Oh! let vs Lord, still succour'd be,
As we repose our trust in thee.

Psa. 34.

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A Psalme of David when he changed his behaviour before Abimeleck, who drove him away & he departed. It seems to typefy Christ, who being (as it were) disguised by taking our nature, & infirmtties, became therby contemptible to the great-ones of the world. We should sing

it to praise God. for discovering to vs, what is hid from the wordly wise, &c.

[1]

Now shall the Lords, eternal praise,
The subiect of my song be made:
My Soul shall sing it, all her daies;
The meek shall hear it, & be glad,
Let others come, & ready be,
To ioine in praising of his Name:
For, when I cti'de, he helped me:
And kept away my feared blame.

2

He lightneth such as him observe,
And, no disgrace vpon them falls:
He heares the pore, & will preserve
From all his troubles, when he calls.
His Angell-gards, will them enclose,
Who, of his God head, awfull be:
Therfor, his goodnes, vnto those
Who trust in him, come Tast, & See.

3

Yea, fear the Lord, yee Saints of his:
For, he to such will al things grant.
The Lions whelps their food may misse,
But, they that serve him, nothing want.
Yee Children come, attention give;
And I will teach th'Almighties feare,
How, yee long time on earth may live,
And, gaine a blessed-being, here.

4

Your tongues from slandrous words preserve,
Dissembling, let your lipps eschewe;
Ill deeds avoid, good works observe,
Seek peace, & after it persue.
For, God beholdeth such as those,
And heares the Righteous when they pray:
But, wicked men he doth oppose,
And, roots their Name & Fame away,

5

The Lord, will hear the Righteous crie;
From dangers he will them assure;
He, to the broken hart is nigh,
And, wounded Spirits, he will cure.
Although the Iust hath many greeves,
The Lord so helps, that they are gone;
In all his troubles, him releeves,
And keeps him sound, in ev'rie bone.

6

By sinn, the sinners death is wrought:
He shall not thrive, that hates the Iust.
But, God his servants lives hath bought;
And, faileth none that in him trust.

Another of the same.

[At al tymes with my tongue I'le blesse the Lord]

At al tymes with my tongue I'le blesse the Lord;
To sing of him I never will forbear,
But, in my Soul, his praise with mirth record;
And publish what the meek shall ioy to hear.
Come, therfor, helpe his praises to declare;
To magnify his Name, let vs agree.
Discharg'd I was, by him, of all my fear;

And, when his ayde I sought, he ayded me.
Enlightned are their eyes that look on him;
And, no disgrace or shame, or those cann fall:
For, he in all their troubles helpeth them;
And hears the pore, when he on him doth call.
God's Angell-gards, round those that fear him, be
Encamped still to keep them from their Foes.
His greatnes, and his goodnes, tast, & see;
For, all are blest, who trust in him repose.
In him, let all his Saints, confine their fear;
For, povertie from such restrained is.
Kept hungry, oft, the whelps of Lions are,
But, they who fear the Lord, no goodnes misse.
Let me from you (yee babes) attention gaine;
That, I the fear of God to you may showe.
Mark also this (all yee that would attaine
Long life on earth, & happie daies, to knowe)
No sland'rous tales envre your tongues to tell;
And, let your lipps dissembling speach eschewe:
Of wicked words beware; Vprightly deal;
Enquire our Peace, & after it persue.
Plac'd are Gods eyes, vpon the Righteous race;
He to their cries, an open ear doth lay:
Quite opposite to sinners, is his face;
And from the land, he rootes their name away.
Right willingly, the Lord inclines his ear,
To hear, & save the righteous, when they cry.
Sinn-wounded soules, & harts that broken are,
He never shunns; but, vnto such is nigh.
Though many greefs, vpon the Godly fall,
The Lord, will ev'ry one of them remove.
Vnbroke, ev'n all his bones, preserve he shall;
But, sinn, the death of sinful men shal prove.
Whoe so doth hate the Iust, shall hated be,

For, God his faithful servants wil redeem,
Yea, all their soules from thral he setteth free,
And leaveth none, that put their trust in him.

Psa. 35.

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A Psalm of David. It containes divers petitions, & prophetical Imprecations, concerning the Adversaries of Christ, & of his members; & perticulerly mentioneth some of those misusages which he suffred by the Iewes &c. We may properly sing it, when we commemorate the Passion &c.

[1]

With such oh Lord, as me oppose,
Vouchsafe to plead my right;
And, pleased be to warr on those,
Who now against me fight.
Both sheild & Buckler, take in hand;
Rise, for my help, I pray:
Bring out the spear, & for me stand.
In my Persuers way.

2

Say to my soul; Thy health, I am;
And, bring to shameful wrack,
All those who seek my death or shame;
Yea, sham'd repell them back.
Let them before God's Angel fly,
As chaff, before the winde;
Let them before God's Angel fly.
Through paths, vnsafe & blinde.

3

Since pitts they digg'd; &, therein snares
For me, vniustly, laid;
Let them be slaine at vn-awares,
In their owne trapps, betraide.
Then, Lord, in thee, my soul shal ioy;
Thy help, my mirth shall be:
And, all my bones, oh Lord, shal say,

That none cann equall thee.

4

Thou sav'st thee pore, & men opprest,
From those that are too strong:
Thou free'st the pore, who are destrest,
From such as do them wrong.
False witnesse rose, & charged me
With words I never sayd;
And, that my soul might spoiled be,
They, Good with Ill, repaide.

5

Yet, when great sicknes them opprest,
In sack-cloth cladd, I mourn'd:
I fasted; &, into my brest,
My prayers back return'd.
I greev'd for them, as men bemone
A Brother or a freind;
And sadly walk'd, as when that one
Bewailes his Mothers end.

6

But, when my greefs did me besett,
Their Merry-meetings were:
The baser sort, in private mett,
And, none did scofs forbear.
Yea, at their Feasts, in mock of me,
The Scorners gnash'd their teeth.
No longer, Lord, spectator be,
But, save my soul from death.

7

My Darling, from the Lion save:
So, thy great love, oh Lord,
Where many folk their meetings have,
I'le to thy praise record.
Oh! let not those who me despize,
Deride my pore estate;
Or, lear on me with scornful eyes,
Whome they vniustly hate.

8

They seek not Peace, but Projects lay

For them that peaceful be:
With gaping mouthes, AH! HA, say they,
Our wish, we now do see.
Thou saw'st it; Therfor, make no pawse,
Nor absent, long, abide:
But, wake, arise, & let my cause
By thee, Lord God, be tri'de.

9

Lord, judge me in thy righteousnes,
That they deride not me;
And say in hart, this Fall of his
Is that, which wee would see.
Oh! never give them cause to say,
We have devour'd him quite;
But, shame, & root them out, for aye,
That in my harme delight.

10

Let them, with shame, & scorne, be cladd;
That have my soul deseas'd:
And, let them trivmph & be gladd,
Who in my cause are pleasd.
The Lord be prais'd, let all men say,
That with thy Servants Peace:
And, with my tongue, I'le all the day,
Extol thy Righteousnes.

Psa. 36.

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To the cheef Musitian, a Psalm of David the servant of the Lord. It mentions the impiety & corruptions of the wicked. It declareth also, the infinite Love, mercie, sweetnes, & Iustice of God &c. It may be sung to bring to consideration, God's goodnes, whē the over-flowings of vngodlines circumvent vs?

[1]

My hart, within me, sayes;
That, Sinners fear not God:
And, their self-pleasing course, displaies
Their hatefull guilt abrode.
Their words, are wicked wiles;
Nor wise, nor just are they:
Vpon their bedds they study Guiles,
And, cursed is their way.

2

The heav'ns, thy Mercy fills;
Thy Truth doth reach the skye:
Thy justice, Lord, or'e-topps the hills,
And, deep thy judgments lie.
Thou sav'st both man & beast;
For, Lord, thy grace excells;
And, vnderneath thy wings, in rest,
Man-kinde securely dwells.

3

With daineties of thy house,
They shall replenish'd be;
And, streames of blisse, they shall carowse:
For, Life doth flowe from thee.
Thy light is, Lord, our light:
Therfore (where thou art knowne)

Prolong thy grace, that men vpright,
May make thy works, their owne.

4

Let not the foot of pride,
Oppose, or hinder me;
Nor let me be remoov'd aside,
By hands that wicked be.
For, thence the overthrowe,
Of Sinners, first begann;
And, when they fell, they fell so lowe,
That, rise they never cann.

Psa. 37.

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A Psalm of David. It proposeth many counsells, & experimental Arguments, to move vs, not to be offended at the Prosperitie of world-lings, & to persuade a patient perseverance in well-doeng &c. It is vsefull, to keep vs contented with our estates, & hopefull in all temptations, & afflictions &c.

At Sinners, take thou no offence,
Nor vex thy self, at such as they:
For, they shall soone be swept from hence,

And, like the grasse consume a way.

Beleeve in God, & live vpright;
So, where thou dwell'st, thou shalt be fedd:
And, if in him, thou take delight,
Of all thy hopes, thou shalt be spedd.

Commit thou, to the Lord, thy way;
Trust him, & all shall well be done:
Thy Iustice shall out-shine the day,
Thy judgment, passe the sunn at noone.

Delight in God, his leasure bide;
And, fret thou not that others thrive;
But, thy displeasure lay aside;
Lest, thou offence, by vexing give.

Expect awhile, & thou shalt see
The wicked fall; & men vpright
Possessors of the land to be,
When Sinners dwellings vanish quite.

For, meek-men shall possesse the land,
And, peace enioy (at full) therein;
Though wicked men, do them withstand,
Conspire, & gnash their teeth, & grinn.

God, sees & mocks the Sinners end.
His Blade, in vaine he drawes to smite,
He shall his Bowe as vainely bend,
To slay the pore, & men vpright.

His Blade, ev'n his owne hart shall gore;
His bowe shall breake; and, that small share
The Right'ous hath, shall profit more
Then all their heaps, that wicked are.

It shall be soe, because, the Lord
(Who breaks their arme, that are vniust)
To Godlie-men, will healps afford,
Which never shall deceive their trust.

Knowne to the Lord, are all their waies;

Their heritage will alwaies last.
They shall not feare in ev'll-daies:
Nor emptie be, when others Fast.

Lewd men (& they who parte have tooke
Against the Lord) shall, then, become
Like fatt of Lambes, or like the smoke,
Which melts, or quite away doth fume.

Much, borrowe those; but, never pay.
The Righteous lends, & mercie shewes.
Where he doth blesse, right blest are they;
Where he doth curse, a curse ensues.

No course he takes, but God will guide
His feet; & in his waye delight:
He falls not quite, although he slide;
Because, God holds him, still, vpright.

Olde-age & youth, I now have seene,
Yet, saw no Iust-man, or his seed,
Forlorne or begg: For, they have beene
So kinde; that they finde healp, at need.

Proceed thou in this way, therfore,
Depart from Sinn, tread virtues path;
That thou maist live for ever more:
For, God, in Iudgment, pleasure hath,

Quite, roots he out the Sinners race;
But, still, his saints preserved are.
The Land, they fully shall possesse;
And, safelie dwell, for ever, there.

Right fitt; for, they discreetly talke,
The Lawe of God, they ponder, still,
And in their waies, directly walke;
Though Sinners wait, their life to spill.

Still, therfor, God will them defend,
And, clear them, when araign'd they be.
If thou, likewise, on him attend,

God, in the Land, will prosper thee.

The Sinners fall, thine eye shall veiwe:
For, I have seene them, like the Bay,
Spread wide, and make a goodlie shewe
Then, suddenly consume away.

Veiwe thou the Iust; Observe them all;
For, peace their later daies attends:
But, wicked men togither fall;
And, mischeef brings them to their ends.

Which comes to passe, because the Iust,
The Lord (at need) their helper have:
For they in him do put their trust,
And, them from Sinners, he doth & save.

Psa. 38.

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A Psalme of David to bring to Remembrance. It is a penitentiall Psalme, emploring the pacification of God's wrath, & expressing our natural miseries, & corruptions &c. It is vsefull when we feel the guilt & punishment of Sinn, with a true repentance, &

harty desire of pardon &c.

[1]

Lord, chide not when thou wroth shalt be,
Nor in thy rage, my sinn chastise;
For, deep thy shafts do stick in me,
And, strict, thy hand vpon me lies.
Paines in my flesh, thy frownes have bredd;
My faults have rob'd my bones of rest:
My flouds of Sinn, have drown'd my head,
And by their waight I am opprest.

2

My wounds corrupt, & foule they growe;
My Crimes have causd that thus I fare:
With sorrowes, I am pressed lowe;
And, all day long, my mournings are.
My Raines are grip'd, & sore deseas'd;
Throughout my body I am sore:
A wastinge-greef on me hath ceas'd;
And paind at hart, aloud I roare.

3

Oh Lord! thou know'st what things I want;
My mournings are not hidd from thee:
My strength decayes, my hart doth pant,
Mine eye-sight also faileth me.
My freinds & kindred, shunn my greef;
My lovers, hide themselves away:
And, they who seek to take my life,
Close-engines, to ensnare me, lay.

4

Yea, they who for my harme awaite,
Speake words, that full of mischeef are:
Yet, how, al day they muze deceit,
I (hearing) will not seeme to hear.
Nay, I have stood, as mute, as he
Whose tongue is partcht, whose throte is dry,
Whose eares depriv'd of hearing be;
And, in whose mouth is no replie.

5

For, I oh Lord, on thee relie,

And, answere I expect from thee:
Oh! therfor, now attend my crie,
Lest els my foes insult on me.
For, if my foote but slip aside,
They, in my fall, them selves delight;
My feet (alas) are prone to slide,
And, still, my greefs are in my sight.

6

Beholde, for my offence I greeve;
And, my transgressions I bewaile:
Yet, still, my foes encrease & live;
Yea, still, my causles-foes, prevaile.
Moreover, they, who render ill
For doeng well; have mee with stood,
And, borne me hate for my good-will,
Because, I love the thing that's good.

7

Lord, go not far, therfore, from hence;
From me, my God! depart not farr:
But, make thou speed in my defence;
Because, from thee, my succours are.

Psa. 39.

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To the cheef Musitian to Iduthun a psalme of David. The Prophet resolves a patient watchfulnes over the tongue; Bemoanes the vanitie, & miserie of mankinde, & petitions for God's mercie, &c. It may serve to instruct & comfort vs, during the provocations of the wicked, & in other afflictions,

[1]

I vow'd to keep my waies vpright,
And, that in words, I none would wrong.
While sinners were, therfore, in sight,
I shut my lipps, & stayd my tongue:
What er'e they sayd, I silent stood;
Refraining words, though they were good.

2

But, greefs did then to stirr beginn,
Which, hot in me, my hart did make;
My thoughts inflam'd a fire within,
Which loos'd my tongue, & then I spake.
Lord, of my end, informe thou me;
And, what my dayes, & frailties, be.

3

For, loe, my life is but a spann;
It seems as nothing, in thine eyes:
Ev'n at his best, most vaine is man,
And, like the shade away he flies.
He tires himself, with needles paines,
And knowes not who shall reap his gaines.

4

On thee, therefore, I do attend;
My trust, oh Lord, I place on thee.
From all my sinns, my soul defend;
From flouting-fooles, preserve thou mee:
For, I forbare to speak a word,
Because, it was thy doeng, Lord.

5

Thy hand, with blowes, doth me afflict;
Oh! take thy heavie strokes away.

When thou for sinn dost, man correct,
Thou, Moth-like sretst their Forme awaie.
Therfore, no cause of doubts remaine,
That ev'ry man is wholie vaine.

6

Lord, hear my suite; my criengs hear;
Let not my teares vnmention'd goe:
For, as thy Guests, my Fathers were,
(And strangers here) ev'n I, am soe.
Oh! spare, & grant me strength, I pray,
Before I passe from hence, for aye.

Psa, 40

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It is applied vnto Christ, Hebr. 10. It praiseth God for our Redemption, declares the abolishing of the Ceremonial Law, the obedience of Christ, & the preaching of the Gospell, &c. It is vsefull to commemorate Christs obedience; to give praise for former deliverances, & to pray for future preservation.

[1]

My constant hopes on God are sett,
Who, when I cride, gave eare to me:

He brought me from the myrie-pitt,
Ev'n from the denn, where horrors be.
Vpon a Rock, my feet he plac't;
He setled there, my standing fast.

2

And, that his praise I might declare,
A new-made song, to me he taught;
Which many men shall hear, with fear,
And, to depend on God, be brought.
For, they, who trust in him, are blest:
And, they who pride & lies, detest.

3

Those wonders, Lord, which thou hast wrought,
Those things (my God) so many are
Which thou concerning vs hast thought;
That none cann them to thee declare:
O Lord! to order them to thee,
Is far too great a task for me.

4

No offrings thou dost now require,
But, only, that thy words I hear:
No Sacrifize consum'd in fire,
By thee, for sinns, desired are.
Then, Loe, (I sayd) I come, to be
That, which thy Book foretold of me.

5

I ioy, to do thy will, oh God!
Thy Law, is in my hart enrowld;
And, Lord, thy Iustice, all abrode,
In great Assemblies, I have tolde.
Thou know'st. my lipps thy Truth reveald;
And, that my hart hath nought conceald.

6

I, made thy faithful-dealing knowne;
I, did thy saving-health declare:
I have not kept thy Love vnshowne,
Nor hidd thy Truth, where hearers were.
Therfor, to me thy mercy showe;
Thy Truth, & Love, Lord, make me know.

7

For, mischeeves more then cann be tolde,
Have now enclos'd me round about;
My sinns, on me have layd such holde,
There is no place of looking out:
Their number doth my haires out goe,
And, therfor, faint my hart doth growe.

8

Oh Lord! vouchsafe my life to save,
With speed oh God! assist I pray;
That they with shame, a fall may have,
Who seek to take my Soul away:
Let those that wish amisse to me,
With shame & scorne, repelled be.

9

With rooting-out, those men requite,
(And paie them with deserved shame)
Whoe in those words of scorne delight,
Which bring on me, disgrace, or blame.
But, give him ioy in his desires,
Who after thee, oh Lord, enquires.

10

Let them who love thy saving-health,
Confesse thee Lord, for evermore:
For, thou art mindfull of my wealth,
And, heedest me, though I am pore.
Lord God my helper, make thou speed,
To help me, still, at ev'rie need.

Psa. 41.

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To the cheef Musitian, a Psalm of David. It declares the reward of Charitie towards, the pore members of Christ; expresseth the Hypocrisy of his foes; Beseecheth God's assistance, & praiseth him for our exaltation by Christ. It is vsefull, for these purposes aforementioned, &c.

[1]

The man is blest that heeds the pore,
From dangers, God will him repreeve;
He will preserve his life, therefore,
And, vnto him preferment give.
The Lord, will gard him from his foes,
When him they labour to surprize;
Refresh him, when that weak he growes,
And, make his bedd, when sick he lies.

2

In mercie, cure my Soul I pray;
For, Lord, ev'n thee. I did offend.
Vile words, of me, my foes do say;
And, wish my fame & Life, had end.
When me they spie, fair showes they make:
But, in their harts my harm desire;
Which when they come abrode, they speake,
Where all my foes, my wrong conspire.

5

Some ill desease hath he (they sedd)
Hee's downe, & shall no more arise:
Nay, he whome I have lov'd & fedd,
(My trusted-freind) did me despise.
But, help me Lord, & raise, me now,
That, I their dealings may requite.
I shall thereby, thy favour knowe,

If thou prevent my Foes despight.

6

Thou dost maintaine my Righteousnes,
And, in thy sight still placest me:
The Lord, the God of Isr'el, blesse;
Oh! let him blest for ever be.

Amen. Amen.

Psal. 42.

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To the cheef Musitian Maschil for the Sonns of Chorah. It mistically expresseth a Christian mans estate wandring through the Hopes, Doubts, & Feares, of this life &c. It is vsefull, when inward or out ward afflictions tempt to despaire of God's love; or, when we are hindred from frequenting his assemblies, &c.

[1]

Lord, as that Hart which water wants,
So, longs, my soul for thee:
Eternal God! so thirsts & pants
My soul, thy face to see.
My teares, are day & night my meat:

And, when I hear them saie,
VVhere is thy God? the greef of it
Consumes my hart awaie.

2

For, heretofore I went among
Thy folke on holy-dayes;
Them, to thy house, I ledd along,
And, there wee sung thy praise.
My Soul, why art thou so opprest:
In mee, why art thou sad?
Still, praise thou God, & on him rest;
For, he will make thee glad.

3

My Soul, oh God! is faint in mee,
Yet, thinck on thee I will,
Though Iordans land I cannot see,
Nor Hermons litle Hill.
The, deepes vpon each other call,
When thy loud stormes descend;
And, over me, thy Billowes fall.
But, Lord, thou help wilt send.

4

For day & night, I'le sing & pray
Oh God (my life) to thee:
My God my Rock; to thee, I'le say,
Why thus forsak'st thou mee?
Why am I suffred still to mourne,
Afflicted by my foes?
UUhere is thy God? they say in scorne;
And, through my bones it goes.

5

My soul, why art thou so opprest?
Why art thou sad in mee?
Stil praise thou God; & on him rest
For; he my God will be.

Psa. 43.

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The Prophet prayeth for assistance, promiseth to be thanckefull, & concludes, with rowzing vp his deiected Soul to persevere in praising, & relieng on God. It may be sung, to keep vs vndiscouraged in our spiritual greevances.

[1]

Lord, judg thou me & plead my right
With such as cruel be;
From wicked men, that vse deceit
Oh God! deliver meet.
For, since thou Lord, my fortresse art
Why shouldst thou fro me goe?
Why should I walke so sad in hart
Oppressed by my foe?

2

Mee, let thy light & Truths bright raies,
Vnto thy dwelling bring:
And, at thine Altars, to thy praise
Oh! God my Ioye, I'le sing.
My Soul, why art thou so opprest?
Why art thou sadd in mee?
Still praise thou God, & on him rest:
For he my God will be.

Psa. 44.

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To the Cheef Musitian, for the Sonns of Chorah. The Church pleads for Gods mercie, because hee is her auncient deliverer; & because he is yet her only Trust, though shee hath long sustained the scornes & oppressions of Tyrants, &c. It may be vsed, when the Church or commonwealth is afflicted, &c.

[1]

Oh God! thy work's in Ages past
Wee heard our fathers tell:
How, thou the Gentiles forth didst cast,
And, broughtst them, there to dwell.
For, nor their sword nor Arme it was
By which that land they gaind
But, Lord, thy hand, thyne arme, thy grace,
And favour, them sustain'd.

2

Oh Lord my God, my king thou art,
Thy Iacob. still, defend,
And, we shall those through thee subvart
That harm to vs intend.

Wee, through thy Name shall tread them lowe,
That vs resist, oh Lord;
For, I depend not on my bowe,
Nor trust I to my sword.

3

Wee from our foes were kept by thee,
And thou didst work them shame:
In thee therfore, much joy'd were wee
And, wee did praise thy Name.
Yet, now disgrac'd, thou throw'st vs by;
Our Hoast thou dost forsake:
Before our foes, thou mak'st vs fly
And, spoiles from vs they take.

4

Thou makest vs the Gentiles meat,
And, vs like sheep they slaie;
We, scattred, & for sale, are sett
To those, who nothing paie.
At vs our neighbours laugh & ieer,
Of vs, they proverbs make:
The people round vs, mock & fleer;
At vs, their heads they shake.

5

Disgrace is alwaies in my sight;
And, redd with shame, I grow,
To hear the scornfull words of spight,
And, railings of my foe:
Yet, wee, O Lord, forget not thee,
Nor from thy cov'nant stray;
Nor changed in our harts are we,
Nor gone out of thy way.

6

Nay, though (opprest, in death's black shade)
Wee lodg'd with Dragons, lie,
Thy Name, wee nor forgotten had,
Nor to strang Gods did crie.
Yea Lord, thou know'st (who know'st each thought)
That, daylie, for thy sake,

We fare like sheep, to slaughter brought
And, so our deaths wee take.

7

Lord, wake, & rise; why sleepst thou so!
Reiect vs no for aye.
Why shouldst thou disrespect our woe,
And hide thy face away?
Behold, ev'n to the dust wee make
Our soules & bodies bend:
Redeem vs for thy mercie sake;
Arise, & vs defend.

Psa. 45.

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To the Cheef Musitian vpon Shosannim for the Sonns of Chorah Maschil. It is, as it were, Christ's marriage-song, and setts forth the glorie of that bridegroome & of his Spouze. It is vsefull to stir vp our spirituall affection to Christs, &c.

[1]

My tongue shall prompt the writers penn,
My thoughts of thee, oh King! to tell:
For, thou excellst the Sonns of men;

And, on thy lipps, all graces dwell.
God, wil thee blesse, for evermore.
Great Conquerour, vnto thy side,
With honor, gird thy sword, therefore,
And, forward in thy Triumphs ride.

2

Thy Righthand shall, by deeds vpright,
(By Truth, & Meeknes) wonders doe:
Thy shafts, thy foes, to death shall smite,
And, make the people serve thee to.
Eternal is thy Throne of state;
Thy Scepter, from all wrong is free;
Thou Iustice lov'st, thou Sinn dost hate;
And, therfor, God anointed thee.

3

Yea, thine owne God, thy head anoints,
Ev'n with his oyle of Ioyfulnes;
And, thee (above thy Mates) appoints,
The place of Sov'raigne to possesse.
The pretious Robes, which thou put'st on
Of Aloes, Cassia, & of Mirrh,
Smell round about thine yv'rie throne,
When, they thy hart have cheared, there.

4

Kings daughters, have at all times bene
Among thy Maides of honour, found:
And, at thy righthand, stands the Queene,
In Ophir gold, arayd, & crown'd.
Hear, daughter, & my words respect;
Forget thy fathers kindred, now:
And, that the king may thee affect,
Him, for thy Lord, acknowledg thou.

5

Then, shall the Daughters come from Tyre,
And, bring rich presents vnto thee;
The wealthy, shall thy grace desire,
And, Suitors, for thy favours be.
The Daughter of the King, doth wear

An vpper garment wrought with gold:
But, if her in-side should appear,
You, all perfections would behold.

6

Her, to the kinge, present they shall,
In Robes which are by needels wrought;
Ev'n with her fellowe Virgines all,
(Attending her) shee shall be brought.
They shall into his pallace come,
With ioyfull hart, & merry chear:
And, shee, shall in her fathers Roome,
To be her comforts, Children bear.

7

Great kings, (on earth) shee, them shall make;
And, cause, that men in future daies,
Such notice of her Name shall take,
That nations all, shall sing her praise.

Psa. 46.

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To the cheef Musitian for the sonns of Chorah, a song vpon Alamoth. It expresseth on Assurance of

God's protection, & the reasons thereof, with an exhortation also, to take notise of God's powre. It is vsefull to vs, for those purposes, &c.

[1]

God, is my strength, when dangers are;
A ready healp approoved:
Therfore, wee would not stand in feare,
Though all the world were mooved.
No, though the Flouds had flowed-o're
The highest earthlie dwellings;
And Seas did make the hillie shore,
To tremble at their swellings.

(Selah.)

2

There is a River, which doth glad
The place where God resideth;
And, happie is that Cittie made,
Because, he there abideth.
Her, vn-remoov'd, & firme to sett,
He, timelie vndertaketh;
And, though Realmes rave, & heathens frett,
Earth melts, when he but speaketh.

3

The Lord of hoasts, our part will take;
Vs, Iacobs God, protecteth.

(Selah,

Oh come therefore, & notise take
What wonders God effecteth:
What wast, & spoiles, when he shall please,
Among mankinde he sendeth;
And, how he makes, both warr & peace,
As far as land extendeth.

4

He cutts the spear, he breakes the bowe,
And, he the Charret sireth:
Be still, saith hee, & also, know
Your God the samer equireth.
I will divulge my same abrode
To ev'ry ethnick Nation.
The Lord of Hoasts, ev'n Iacobs God,
(With vs) is our Salvation.

(Selah)

Psa. 47.

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To the cheef Musitian, a Psalme for the Sonns of Chorah. It provoketh to reioicinge, for the Ascention of Christ; praiseth him, for subiecting the world to his spiritual dominion; & for vniting Iewes & Gentiles &c. Wee should vse it to those purposes.

[1]

To God, all people, ioyfullie
Clapp hands, with exultation;
For, dreadfull is the Lord, most high,
Great king of ev'ry Nation.
He, vnto vs, by his great powre,
Much people hath subjected;
And, made our heritage, the flowre
Of Iacob, his elected.

(Selah)

2

With trumpets, & with merry noise,
Is God the Lord ascended:
Oh! let him be (with joyfull voice)
In songs of praise, commended.
Of God our kinge, the praise now sing;

Sing praise, & honour do him.
The Lord, of all the world is king;
Sing praise, with knowledge, to him,

3

God sitts vpon his holy throne
Or'e all the Gentiles raigninge;
And, calleth ev'ry willing-one,
To Iacobs God pertaininge.
For, vnto God (whome ev'rie tongue
With high applause commendeth)
The worlds protection doth belonge;
And, he the same defendeth,

Psa. 48.

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A Psalm & songe for the Sonns of Chorah. It extolls the Lord, & the place of his dwelling; confesseth his mercy, his Bounty, & exhorts others to consider & publish he same. Wee, above many other Nations, should vse this, to praise God for our Syon. &c.

[1]

The Lord is great, & great his Fame
Should in his holy mountaine be:
For, Syon is a goodly Frame;
The praise of all the world, is shee.
Shee north-ward stands, & shee doth hight
The Cittie of the King of might.

2

The Lord, is knowne to be her garde;
For, when great kings against her came,
They much admir'd; admiring, feard;
And, fearing, fledd away with shame:
Ev'n with such pangs, & suchlike feare,
As women that in travaile are.

3

For, thou, didst raise an Easterne winde,
Which all the shipps of Tarsus brake:
And, Lord of Hoasts, now true we finde,
What others of thy Cittie spake:
Yea, wee have heard, & now wee see,
That, God will still her keeper be.

(Selah)

4

Within thy Temple, wee oh God,
Vpon thy loving-kindnes thought;
Thy Name is published abrode;
With Justice, thy Right-hand is fraught:
And, in thy Iudgments, Syon shall
Reioice, with Iudah's daughters all.

[5]

Through Syon goe; about her walke,
Her Bullworks marke, her Turrets heed;
That, of her beauties you may talke
And, tell her glories to your seed:
For, God in life, will be our guide;
And, in our death, our God abide.

Psa. 49.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalm for the Sonns of Chorah. It declares the common vanity, & the folly of men in honor &c. It is vsefull, to comfort the weak Christian against the scandalls of the Crosse; & strengthens him that is offendeth at the prosperities of the wicked &c.

[1]

Yee dwellers all on earth, give eare,
Both rich & pore, & high, & lowe;
For, musings deep, I will declare,
And, wisdome from my tongue shall flowe.
Dark Problems I will harken out,
A Ridle to my harpe, I'le sing;
For, of that day, what should I doubt,
Which, all my faults, will round me bring?

2

They, who their trust in Riches have,
And, glorie in their wealths encrease,
Their brothers life, shall neither save,
Nor with his God, procure him peace.
For, soules redemptions are so deare,
That, no man cann sufficient have
To purchase life, for ever, here;
Or, scape the Dungeon of the grave.

3

Men see, both fooles & wisemen die,

And, that their gettings others wast:
Yet, to their Names, their lands they tie,
And, thinck their house will ever last.
But, man's vaine honor soone decaies,
Ev'n as the bruitish creature dies:
And, (though their seed, their course do praise)
Their waies are neither safe, nor wise.

Selah

4

Like sheep, they food for death are made,
Who shall a cov'ring on them laie:
Their glories in the grave shall fade,
And, Iust-men rise more blest, then they.

Selah

Despaire not then, though some thou see,
Surpassing thee in place, or pelfe:
Since, God, thy soul from hell will free,
And, home receive thee to him self.

5

For, though their life more blest they thought,
(And, others did their path commend)
They to their grave shall carry nought,
Nor shall their pompe to them descend.
No, to their Fathers, they must passe,
And lie in darknes quite forgott;
For, foolish men in honor'd place.
Are like the beast, which dies, to rott.

Psa. 50.

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A Psalm for Asaph. It prophecies of the last Iudgement, & summons Iewes & Gentiles there vnto; It declares by what lawe they shall be iudged; Reprehends Hypocrites; & exhorts to repentance, &c. It is vseful, to warne that wee be not hypocriticall; in regard, all shall one day be disclosed, &c.

[1]

The Lord our God, th'Almightie-one
Hath spoke, & summon'd all,
That are bewixt the rising Sunn,
And places of his fall.
God's glorie, Syon, first will showe,
With noise, approch will hee;
Before him, burning fire shall goe,
A storme, shall round him be.

2

Through heav'n & earth, he shall, aloud,
His folke to iudgment call;
His Saints, that Sacrifizes vow'd,
Appear before him shall.
His Iustice, heav'n shall shewe abrode;
For, God the Iudge will be.
Hark Isr'el; for, ev'n I, thy God,
Will thee accuse, saith hee.

3

I, for thine Offrings blame thee not,
Which were my due of olde;
Nor Bullock ask I, neither Goate,
Out of thy Stall or Folde.
For, I, more heards of Cattell owne,
Then all the Mountaines yeald;

To mee all Beasts, & Birds are known,
That live in wood or feild.

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If I were hungrie, dost thou thinck,
(Since all the world is mine)
Thy Goates bloud, I would ask to drinck?
Or, feed on Bulls of thine?
No; rather pay, in thanckfulnes,
Thy Vowes; and call on me:
So, I shall pittie thy destresse
And, have due praise from thee.

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But, to the wicked, saies the Lord,
How darest thou to prate
Of my commands, & of my word,
Whilst thou dost Counsell hate?
For, when thou dost a Theef perceive,
A share with him thou tak'st;
Thou, in Adulterie dost live,
And, wicked words thou speak'st.

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Thy Brother, (thine owne Mothers sonn)
Thou causles, dost revile.
I, silent was, & thou hast done
These wicked things, the while.
Yea, thou hast therevpon suppos'd,
That, I, was like to thee;
But, all thy folly shall disclos'd,
And, now apparant be.

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Yee, that of God forgetfull are,
Of this, Remembrance have;
Els, I shall you in peeces tear,
When there is none to save.
For, I am glorifide of those,
That give due praise to mee,
And, such as well their lives dispose
My saving-health shall see.

Psa. 51.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David when Nathan the prophet came vnto him, after he had gone into Bethsheba. It personates a man trulie penitent; and, a true confession, contrition, & purpose of amendment, is the subiect of this Psalme, Everie true penitentiarie may sing it in his humiliation, &c.

[1]

Oh Lord, of thy abounding Love
To my offence, remissive be:
My Follies Purge, my Sinn remove,
And, of thy grace, daigne grace to me.
For, still, my fault before me lies;
Yea, by my selfe, I am accus'd:
Thee, thee alone, my conscience cries,
Ev'n to thy face, I have abus'd.

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Which, here I do confesse, oh Lord,
That, when to censure thou art brought,
Men, true my finde thy Truthfull word,
And, judge thy Iudgments as they ought,

For, (sinnfull though my parents made,
My Beeing, & my Birth to bee)
From thee, a secret grace I had,
To forme the Truth thou seek'st in mee.

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And, if I purg'd with hysope were,
Mee, thou shouldst make more white then snowe:
Yea, thy Glad-message when I heare,
The bones thou brak'st, will healthfull growe.
Then, from my faults, thy face divart;
Blot all my follies out of sight;
Creat in me a spotles hart,
And, make my Spirit, Lord, vpright.

4

Oh! let me not rejected be;
Take not thy Holie-ghost away;
To joiefull health, restore thou mee;
Let thy free Spirit be my stay.
So, I will other Sinners guide,
To seek thy grace, & walk thy waies;
And, (if my bloudie sinn thou hide)
Thy Iustice, oh my God, I'le praise.

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Which praises, that my tongue may sing,
My lipps, oh Lord my God, vnclose:
For, Burnt-oblations I would bring;
But, thou hast quite reiected those,
A greeved Soul, a contrite hart,
Is God's best-liked Sacrifize:
With such, oh God! thou pleased art;
And, such thou never shalt despise.

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As thou art pleas'd, Mount-Syon blesse,
And wall about Ierusalem.
The Sacrifize of Righteousnes,
Shall then obtaine thy good esteem.
Yea, thou shalt then their Guifts receive,
And, they shall all their Offrings pay;

Ev'n whole Burnt-offrings they shall give,
And, Oxen on thine Altar slay.

Psal. 52.

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To the cheef Musitian Maschil a Psalm of David when Doeg the Edomite came & told Saul, & said vnto him, David is come vnto the house of Abhimelech. It mistically, personates the Elect, vpraiding their persecutors, foretelling their shamfull ruine, & reioicing in their owne deliverances, &c. It is vsefull in persecutions.

[1]

Why vaunt'st thou Tiraunt of thy wrong?
God's love will still the same appear,
Although thy mischeef-working tongue,
Faines lies, as keen as Razors are.
Thou, evill more then Good respect'st;
Thou lovest falshood more then right:

(Selah.)

All harmfull speaches thou affect'st,
And, tongues which publish forth deceit.

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But, thee from hence, the Lord shall tear,
And, from the Land thy dwelling take.

(Selah.)

The Iust shall see the same with feare,
And, sport at thy destruction make.
Yea, they shall say; Loe, this was hee
Who sought not God to make him stronge;
But, labour'd how he great might be,
By getting wealth, & doeng wrong.

3

Then, as for mee, I prosper shall
As Olive trees that have their place
Within Gods holie temple wall,
And, still depend vpon his grace.
There, Lord, I'le spread abrode thy fame;
Yea, then, I'le praise thee for thy love,
And, trust for ever in thy Name;
Which, all thy Saints will well approve.

Psa. 53.

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and that wee should desire the comming of Christ, by whome wee are to be renewed, &c.

[1]

The foole, doth God in hart denay,
And, all corrupt are growne;
Perverse & wicked is their way,
There is no Righteous-one.
For, God from heav'n his eye declin'de,
Man's of-spring to behold;
And, searched who did seek to finde,
Or, know him as they should.

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But, all their waies prepostrous were;
All, fillthie & vnsound:
None sawe he live vprightlie, there;
Not one good man, he found.
Ev'n brutishlie, fond Sinners eat
God's people, as their bread.
They, seek not God; and horrors great
They feel, where is no dread.

3

The Lord will breake the bones of them
That have beseiged thee;
And, thou shalt shame them, since, of him
They disrespected be.
Would wee God's healp from Syon had!
For, Iacob, triumph shall,
And, Isr'el, will thereof be glad,
When them he brings from thrall.

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Psa. 54.

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To the cheef Musitian on Neginoth Maschil. A Psalm of David when the Ziphims came & said to Saul, doth not David hide himself with vs? It mystically prophecied the Iewes trecheries & tirannies against Christ &c. It is vsefull, when wee are (or have beene) betraied or persecuted by false brethren, &c.

[1]

Defend mee Lord, for thy Name sake,
In thy great powre, adjudg thou mee,
Of all thy suites quick notise take;
And, let my words well heeded be.
For, Strangers doe against me rise,
And, Tirants for my life have sought,
(Not setting thee before their eyes)
Although my healp, thou still hast wrought,

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The Lord, my Soules vpholders, gards;
His Truth hath chas'd my foes away;
And, them with Vengance he rewards:
For which, my Vowes I'le freely pay.
To laud thy Name is wel approv'd
And, I oh Lord, thy praise will sing;
Because, my greefs thou hast remoov'd
And, on my foes, my wish dost bring.

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Psa. 55.

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To the cheef Musitian Neginoth Maschil, a Psalm of David. It personatet the faithfull, complaining & petitioning against the inhumanitie of their foes. It deciphers, also, false brethren; declares their destruction, & the securitie of the Elect . It may be vsed as the former.

[1]

Oh God! my praiers hear;
Hide not away thine eare;
But, hear, & cast on mee thine eye.
For, loud my foes doe roare;
The wicked greeve me sore;
And, therfore Lord, thus loud I crie.

2

With wrongs, they mee persue,
A wrathfull spight they shewe,
And, I, at hart am greatlie vext:
Deaths torments mee oppresse,
I shake through fearfullnes,
With horrors great, I am perplext.

3

I sayd; Doves wings, had I,
To rest, I then would flie.
Lo, then farr hence I would abide,
I, then would haste away,
And, in some Desert stay
Which frō the Tempest mee should hide.

(Selah.)

4

Destroy & slitt their tongues;
For, strife, oh Lord, & wrongs,

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Possesse their Cittie night & day:
In midst thereof I spi'de
Sinn, fraud, & guile abide;
These, in her streats, still made their stay.

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A foes contempt, or scorne,
I could have shund or borne;
But, mee no publike foe abus'de:
It was my trusted Peer;
As freinds, wee freindlie were,
And, wee God's house togither vs'd.

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Arrest them, Death & Hell,
With whome such Mischeevs dwell:
For, I, vpon the Lord will call.
To God, at night I'le pray,
At morninge, at nooneday;
And, mee both hear, & save, he shall.

7

In warr, he gave mee peace,
And, mee will still release:
Ev'n me, the Lord will hear, and save.
But, God will punish them:

(Selah.)

For, they his feare contemn;
Because, that they no Changes have.

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Their hands, the Peace did breake,
(Where they a league did make)
And, though their speach most freindlie were,
Yet are, sometime, their words,
Like darts or naked swords.
Let God, therefore, thy Burthen bear.

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For, God is thy defence,
He gardeth innocence;
And, Sinners downe to Hell will thrust.
Not half their daies they live,
Who murther or deceive:
But, in the Lord I put my trust.

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Psa. 56.

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To the cheef Musitian vpon the mute Dove in the Desert, a golden Psalm of David, when the Philistims took him in Gath. It typically personates the Church in persecution, & is a prayer, & a complaint against her Foes, acknowledging Gods regard of her suffrings, professing assurance in him, & promising to be thanckfull &c. It is vsefull to those ends. &c.

[1]

Have Mercie Lord, for, man hath sought
To swallowe vp, & mischeeve mee.
My Foes with mee have daylie fought;
And (Lord most high) they many bee.
Thou art my hope, when doubts arise,
Thy word hath brought me comforts, to,
On thee alone, my hart relies,
And, fearles is, what Flesh cann do.

2

They wrest my words, Lord, ev'rie day;
To worke me harme, they still devise:

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They meet vnseene, they mark my way,
And, how they might my Soul surprise.
Therfore, in thy just wrath, oh God!
Correct them for this Crime of theirs:
And, as thou dost my Faults record,
Recorde, & botle vp my teares.

3

For, thou wilt save me, Lord, I knowe,
When thee I seek, my Foes flie back:
Thy promise makes mee joyfull growe,
And, of thy word, my songs I make.
My, trust, oh God! is all in thee,
And, of man's powre, I fearles am.
Thy vowes are all perform'd on mee
And, I will praise thee for the same.

4

For thou hast freed my Soul from death;
From falls, thou dost my footing stay,
To walke, by thee, within that Path,
Which leads to Life, a lightsome way.

Psal. 57.

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To the cheef Musitian Altaschith, A Psalm of David, when he fledd from Saul in the Cave. It

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mystically expressed the Iewes persecutinge Christ, even vnto his Grave. wee that are his members, & partake in his suffrings, may sing it, to declare our iniuries, & to pray, & praise God, for deliverances. &c.

[1]

Lord, grant (oh grant) me thy compassion;
For, I, in thee my trust have placed,
Display thy wings for my Salvation,
Vntill my greefs are over-passed.
To thee I sue (oh God most high)
To thee, that canst all want supplie.

2

From their despights who seek to rend mee,
Let help, oh Lord, from heav'n be daigned,
And let thy Truth & Love defend me;
For, I with Lions am detained:
With men inflam'd, whose biting words,
Are shafts, & spears, & naked swords.

3

Let over heav'n God's praise be reared,
And through the world, his glorie showed.
For, they who netts for mee prepared,
(They who my soul to ground had bowed)
Ev'n they, with in those trapps are caught,
Which for my fall, their hāds had wrought.

Selah

4

Oh God! my hart now ready maketh,
My hart is for thy praise preparing;
My Tongue, my Harpe, my Lute awaketh
And, I my selfe, betimes vprearing,
Will speake & sing, in praise of thee,
Where greatest throngs of people be.

5

For, Lord, thy Mercies forth are stretched,
As farr as are the Sphears extended;
Thy Truth vnto the Clouds hath reached
And, thou thy self art high ascended
Let, still, thy, Fame & praise, oh God!
Through heav'n & earth be spread abrode.

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Psa. 58.

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To the cheef Musitian Altaschith Michtam of David. It reprehends & characters, that Serpentine generation, whoe are obstinate enimies to the Gospell of Christ, & prophecies & illustrates their destruction &c. It is vsefull to encourage vs against their malice, &c.

[1]

Yee congregation, said yee right?
Yee Mortalls, are your Doomes vpright?
No; for you muse on works of Sinn:
Your hands with mischeevs filled are,
You from your Births vntoward were;
And, from the wombe have liers binn.

2

Your poyson, like the serpents, flowes;
Deaf-Adder-like, your eares you close,
Though powrfull Charmes are wisely sung.
Oh God! their mouthes of teeth disarme;
And, that their Fangs may do no harme,
Make tootheles (Lord) the Lion's young.

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3

Like sudden Flouds, their furie stale;
When they would shoot; their arrowes, breake:
Yea make them quite consume away.
Like snailes, consume them from the earth;
Or els, like some vntimely birth,
Destroy, them, er'e they see the day.

4

Before wee feel them, prick or burne,
Them, whirle-winde-like, Lord, overturne;
And sweep them hence, in wrath alive.
Which Vengance. when the Righteous vewe,
(And vewing Sinn receive her due)
They, joyfull thancks, to thee shall give.

5

Yea, they shall trample on their bloud,
Who have bene Foes to doeng good;
And ev'rie man shall say, & see,
That Righteous men shall have their meed;
And, that there is a God, indeed,
By whome the world shall iudged be.

Psa. 59.

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To the cheef Musitian Altaschith Michtam a Psalm of David, when Saul sent & they watched the house to kill him. It cheefly prophecied the Iewes

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dogged crueltie to Christ, & that they should be preserved to wander in a vagabond Condition (as wee see at this day) for an example to others &c. It serves to warne vs, that wee resist not God's grace once offred. &c.

[1]

My God, protect mee from my Foes;
From them, who strive with mee:
From Sinners gard mee, & from those,
That bloodie-minded be.
For, loe, the mightie do combine;
They waite my soul to teare:
And, without cause or fault of mine,
With speed there to prepare.

2

Lord God of Hoasts, & Isr'el, wake,
To heed & succour mee:
The Gentiles Curbe, & vengance take,
Where sinns malitious be.

(Selah)

At night, like Doggs, they Bawling come,
They round the Cittie goe
And slanders ranck, & threatnings, from
Their Mouthes, & lipps, do flowe.

3

For why, say they, none hears the same;
But, God shall them detect:
The Gentiles also to defame,
His ayde I will expect.
For, God's my strength, God healpeth mee,
Preventing grace bestowes;
And, what my hart requires to see,
Inflicts vpon my Foes.

4

Oh Lord our help, disperse with shame,
Disperse them by thy powre;
But, lest my Folke forget the same,
Them, doe not quite devoure.
Vntill their tongue, all words of spight
And falshood, vttred hath;

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And, when their pride is at the height,
Consume them in thy wrath.

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Yea Lord, consume them vtterlie,
Till, notise they obtaine,
That, God, throughout eternitie;
Doth over Iacob raigne.

Selah

At night, vnto the Cittie wall
Like doggs they shall retreat;
Without it, they shal bark & bawle,
And whine, for want of meat.

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But, in the Morne, aloud I'le sing,
Both of thy powre & grace;
And speake what succours thou didst bring
When sore destrest I was.
Ev'n vnto thee, oh God my powre,
My praise-full song shall be:
For, thou art my defensive Towre,
And, gratious vnto mee.

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Psa. 60.

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To the cheef Musitian vpon Shushan Eduth Michtam of David, to teach when he strove with Aram Naharaym & with Aram Zobath, when Ioab returned & slew of Edom in the salt vallie 12000. It bemoanes the present calamitie; mitigates it by remembring God's promises; Desires his conduct; & professeth Assurance in him. It is vsefull to encourage those who fight vnder God's banner. &c.

[1]

Oh God! wee are despis'd of thee,
And, in thy wrath dispersed be:
But, now returne to vs againe.
Thou smot'st our land, & Loe it quakes,
Oh! stopp the breach, for, still it shakes;
And, many cares thy folk sustaine.

2

A giddie wine thou mad'st vs drink;
Yet, they that feare thee, do not shrinck
They Truths displaied Flagg to beare.

Selah

Oh! that thy Darling, safe may be,
Let thy Right-hand or'eshaddow mee;
And, bowe thou downe to me thine ear.

3

Then (as God's holy-voice declar'd)
All Shechem, shall by mee be shar'd;
I'le Succhoth Dale by Line receive:
I'le Gilead & Manasseth take;
Mount Eph'rim, I my gard will make;
In Iudah, I, my law will give.

4

My servile worke shall Moab doe;
O're Edom I will fling my shoe;
And Palestine, of mee shall boast
For, who to Edom is my Guide?
Or to the Cittie fortifide,
But, God, that had forsook our Hoast?

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5

That Lord, who did our Hoast forsake,
Shall of our greefs an ending make:
For, man's vaine help wee do contemn.
Through God, wee valiant Acts have done,
Our Foes, by him, shall downe be throwne
And, Hee shall set his feet on them.

Psa. 61.

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To the cheef Musitian a psalme of David. It desireth God's assistance; confesseth former protections, & promiseth future trust in him. It containes also, a prediction of Christs kingdome, a petition for Grace, and a vowe of thanckefulnes. To these ends it may be vsed.

[1]

Lord, let my plaint attention move,
When greev'd at hart I lie;
And, lead mee to the Rock above,
When from Earth's ends I crie.
For, as a Cittie fortifide,
From foes thou gardest mee,
Within thy Tent, still, safe I bide;
Thy Wings my Cov'ring bee.

Selah.

2

Thou hear'dst my vowes, & gav'st mee shares,

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With such as fear thy Name;
And, spar'dst the king, till hee in yeares
An aged man became.
Oh! let thy Truth & Mercie, Lord,
Preserve him still by thee;
That, still thy praise I may record,
And pay my vowes to thee.

Psa. 62.

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To the Cheef Musitian to Iduthun a Psalm of David. It professeth trust in God; threatens & Characters out, Antichrist & his Members; Exhorts to faith in Christ; & declares the vanitie of man & of all tēporall assistances &c. It may be sung to encrease Piety. Faith, Hope, & the contempt of temporall Vanities. &c.

[1]

Still wait thou, oh my Soul, on God;
For, he my helpe doth prove,
My Rock, my Garde, my Safe-abode;
Whence, none cann mee remove.
Those, therfor, who conspire my fall,
His Blade shall root from hence,
And, shake them like a rotten wall,
Or, like a broken fence.

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2

They seek my shame; They lies commend;
And hate when faire they speake.

Selah.

My Soul, therfore, on God attend;
Thy hope, him only make.
For, God (my strength, my healp, my fort)
From harme will succour mee:
My praise, my garde, my firme support,
And my sole trust, is hee.

3

In God, yee people, alwaies hope;
To him, your harts declare:
For, he will prove a certaine propp,
When men deceitfull are.

Selah.

Men high & lowe, are lesse in weight,
Then things that are most vile:
Trust not therfore, nor take delight,
In wealth, in wrongs, or guile.

4

For, once God said, & oft I heard,
That, God (both strong & kinde)
On all men, will bestowe reward,
As he, desert shall finde.

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Psa. 63.

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A Psalm of David when he was in the wildernes of Iudah. It may be sung by those who are afflicted in the wildernes of this life, hungring & thirsting after righteousnes. It expresseth their longing to be pertakers of the publike worship, who are debarred from the same; & may be vsed also by them, &c.

[1]

Oh God! my God thou allwaies art;
For thee, betimes, I seeking pant,
With longing soul, & thirsting hart,
Ev'n as the land, which raine doth want.
Yea, Lord, my soul doth long, full sore,
Thy powre & glorie to behold,
As I have seene them heretofore,
Ev'n in thy holie-place of olde.

2

For why! thy love doth life surpasse;
And, I therfore will sing thy praise:
Thy Name, I'le all my lifetime blesse,
And, vnto thee my hands I'le raise.
For, when I minde thee on my bed,
And muze upon thee in the Night;
It fills me, as with marrowe fedd;
And I with ioye thy praise recite.

3

Since, me thou healp'st in my destresse;
Beneath thy wings I gladd remaine,
My Soul, to thee doth closelie presse;
And, thy Righthand shall mee sustaine.
But, they shal to their grave descend,
Whose purpose is my soul to slay:
The Sword shall bring them to their end,
And, they shall be the foxes prey.

4

The king, & they who swear, in truth,
By God's great Name; in God shall ioy:
But, he shall stop the liers mouth,

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And, ev'rie perjur'd soul destroy.

Psa. 64.

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To the Cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It prophecies the Iewish malice against the Messiah at his passon; and that accordinge to their owne imprecation, the avengment of his bloud should be vpon them and their children, &c. It serves to minde vs, what manner of foes wee have, and for what assistance wee may hope, &c.

[1]

Lord, hear my voice, & me acquite
From terrors of the foe;
And from their plotts, & feirce despight
That mischeefe seek to doe.
For, they like swords, their tongues prepare;
With words, like arrowes keen,
They shoote the righteous without fear,
With quicknes, & vnseene.

2

Themselves in Mischeefe, strong they make,
Their plotts they thinck vnspide;

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And, search how that effect may take,
Which in their harts they hide.
But, God shall wound them with a shaft,
Before they be aware;
So, they shall fall by their owne craft,
And their owne sentence beare.

3

Thereat, beholders, all, shall flie,
And, ev'rie man, with feare,
The works of God shall magnifie,
And, ponder what they are.
The righteous also, with delight,
On God, their hope shall build:
And, they that are in hart vpright,
Shall with true joie be filld.

Psa. 65.

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To the Cheef Musitian a Psalme & song of David. It acknowledgeth God's manifold benifits; First,

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those which are peculier to the Elect; & then, his Universall providence over all his Creatures &c. Wee should sing it to those ends. &c.

[1]

In Syon, Lord, thine honor lies;
There, vowes to thee are brought:
Ev'n there, thou answer'st all mens cries,
And, of all Flesh art sought.
Though many sinns do me oppresse,
From them thou purgest mee;
For, thou thy Chosen-one dost blesse,
And bringst him near to thee.

2

Within thy courts & holie-place,
His dwelling he doth gaine;
Ev'n there, where wee shall (of thy grace)
Our wished fill obtaine.
Thou in thy Iustice dreadfull art,
Yet, in thy grace wee stand;
And thou the hope of all men art,
That live on sea, or land.

3

Girt round with powre, thy Vigor laies,
A ground-work for the hills:
The noise of seas & Flouds it staies,
The peoples rage it stills.
Thy signes, remotest Clymates feare;
Thee, daye & night they praise;
Their Lands to visite, thou hast care;
And, rich encrease it paies.

4

To water all their furrowes there,
Thy River overflowes:
To feed them, corne thou dost prepare;
And, blessest that which growes.
Thou Crown'st the year with plentiousnes,
And, fat thy paths are made:
It dropps vpon the wildernes

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And makes the mountaines glad.

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Faire flocks, their fruitfull meads adorne;
Their vallies freshlie springe,
And, are so filld with cropps of Corne;
That they do laugh & sing.

Psa. 66.

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A song a Psalme. It praiseth God both for temporall & spirituall blessings, especially for the great benifit of our vniversall Redēption, which is typically expressed, by allusion to the Iewes deliverance from the Egiptian bondage &c. It may be sung to praise God for our deliverances from sinn & the Devil, &c.

[1]

Yee kingdomes all, God's praise expresse;
In songs, exalt & laud his Name:
To him, his dreadfull Acts confesse;
And, how his Arme his foes doth tame.
Let all the world before him bowe.
With singing to his Name & him;

Selah.

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And, let all men more heedfull growe,
What dreadfull things he did for them.

2

The sea he dri'de, & through the Maine
Wee walk'd on foote, him praising there.
He hath obtain'd a boundles raigne,
And, of all Nations, he hath care.
He will not let the Rebells thrive.

Selah.

Oh! blesse our God, & sing his praise;
For, he preserves our soul alive,
And, he from slipps our footing staies.

3

By thee, oh God! wee prooved were,
Like silver tried & refin'de:
Thou didst entrap vs in a snare,
And round our loines affllictions binde.
Above our heads, thou mad'st men ride;
And, through both Flouds & fires, we came:
But, thou didst rest, at last, provide;
And, I will praise thee for the same.

4

Ev'n in thy house those vowes I'le pay,
Which in destresse were sworne by mee;
Fatt Rams & Bullocks I will slay,
And burne sweet incense vnto thee.

Selah.

Come hither, yee that fear the Lord,
And, hear what for my soule he wrought,
When his assistance I emplor'd,
And, him with praise-full voice besought.

5

If any sinn, my hart affects,
The Lord, will then withdraw his eare:
But, surelie, God my suite affects;
For, he my vocall moane did hear.
Oh! let him ever praised be,
For not reiecting my request:
And, for his Mercie shew'd to me,
Oh! let him be for ever blest.

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Psa. 67.

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To the cheef Musitian vpon Neginoth, a Psalme a song. It expresseth a longing for the vniversall spreading of that saving grace which is offred to Iewes, & Gentiles; & shewes the blessednes which will succeed the same. It is daylie sung in our Liturgie for the enlargment of the Catholick Faith.

[1]

Thy blessing, Lord, bestowe;
Shewe vs thy glorious Face

Selah.

That, all the world, thy waies may knowe,
And, see thy saving-grace.

2

Let all men give thee praise;
Let all sing praise to thee:
Let nations all sing out thy praise,
For, thou their Iudge must be.

3

God, is the Nations kinge,

Selah.

Let Nations all therefore,
Let Nations all, vnto him sing,

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And praise him ever more.

4

Then earth shall give encrease;
And, God, whose Folke wee are,
That God, shall vs vouchsafe to blesse,
And, him, the world shall fear.

Psa. 68.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme or song of David. It is a Prophecie of Christ Heb. 4. 8. Herein, by allusion to some passages in the olde Testament, many Evangelical mysteries are shaddowed out (to witt) the Resurrection, Ascention, sending of the holy-ghost, Callinge of the Gentiles, &c. It is vsefull to commemorate those mysteries, &c.

[1]

Let God arise, & all his Foes affright,
Let those that hate him, be despers'd & flie;
Let Sinners, passe like smoke out of his sight,
And melt like wax which in the fire doth lie.
But, from the Iust, let him expel their sadnes,
And make them glad in him, with perfect gladnes.

2

Oh! prais Gods name, who rides above the sphears
His Name Eternal in your Songs commend;

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For, in his holy-place, he still appeares
The Orphanes Father, & the widdowes freind.
He captives frees, he strangers entertaineth,
And for the proud, a fruitles land ordaineth.

3

Whē thou didst, Lord, thy peoples passage make
(And, waies, for thē through deserts vast prepare)
At sight of thee, both heav'n & earth did shake;
Yea, Sinai shook, when Isr'els God was there.
Thou gav'st thy flock, sweet raines as need required
And, mad'st thē strōg whē they were weak & tired.

4

There dwelleth now, thy Congregation, Lord,
Where, for the pore thy goodnes roō had made:
Whē thou thy self hadst first proclaim'd the word
Great Armies, thē, of Preachers, there they had.
Kings troupes did flie, & shee the spoile divided,
Who came not forth, but, in her tent resided.

5

Ye shal be made (tho lodg'd with pots ye were)
As fair as doves, with gold & silver wings,
As white, as snowe in Salmon did appeare,
When there, the Lord dispersed mighty Kings.
Like Bashan hill, God's holy mountaine sheweth,
And, Bashan-like, all other hills or'e veweth.

6

This hill is God's, & hee inhabits here;
Then why insult yee soe, yee meaner hills?
God's charrets, twice ten thousand Angells are,
And, he, by them, in holy Sinai dwells.
Ascending high, ev'n thraldome, he enthralled,
And bought vs guifts, whē we his foes were called.

7

Thus God hath done, that he might dwel in vs.
Oh! let this God, our saviour, blessed be;

Selah.

For, with good things, he dailie lodeth vs,
And, God of Life, & Lord of death is hee.
He breaks the heads of those, that him receive not
And wounds the crown of him, that sinning leavs not,

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From Bashan, & the Deeps I wil (saith God)
Bring back my Folk as once frō thēce they came
That thou maist wash thy feet, in thy foes bloud,
And, that thy dogs, may come & lick the same:
For, they, oh God my king! thy goengs heeded;
They saw, how in thy house, thou hast proceeded.

9

The singers first, the minstrells next had place,
With whom, the maids, on timbrels plaieng wēt:
And then, the Choire of Isr'els blessed race,
Did all in one, to praise the Lord, concent.
There went young Beniamin's, & Iudah's Guiders,
And Zabulon's, & Nepthalies Providers.

[10]

Oh Lord! whoe bid'st that we should courage take
Cōfirm thi work which thou for vs hast wrought;
At Salem then, (and, for thy Temple sake)
To thee by kings, shal guifts of price be brouht.
Their brutish troupes, that armes do love to carrie
Rebuke, disperse, & make them tributarie,

11

Then, Egipts kings will seek vnto the Lord,
And Chush will then, to God advance her hands.
His praise therfore, yee kingdomes all record,
And, sing aloud his praises, all yee Lands.
For, whē he rides, the sphears his horse he maketh
And lo, his voice is thunder when he speaketh.

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All powre & praise, ascribe to God alone,
For, his renowne is through all Isr'ell spread:
God is in heav'n, the great Almighty-one,
And, in his holy-place, is full of dread.
His peoples powre, by God is much encreased
(By Isr'els God) let him therefore be blessed,

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Psa. 69.

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To the cheef Musitian Shosannim a Psalme of David. It personates Christ taking vpon him our sinns & infirmities; humbling him self before his Father; declaring the Condition of his Adversaries; shewing the bitternes of his passion; signifieng the iudgments prepared for Sinners; & prayeng for his Elect &c. Christs members may vse it to those purposes.

[1]

Healp Lord, for, Flouds enclose my Soul,
In groundles depths I am bemir'd,
Above my head, great waters rowle,
My parched throate, with cries is tir'de.
Mine eyes are dim'd in seeking thee,
Moe then my haires, my Foes are growne,
My spoilers are too strong for me;
And, take as theirs, what is mine owne.

2

Thou knowest how I am too blame;
But, for my sake, let none of those
(Lord God of Isr'el) suffer blame,
Who do inthee their trust repose.
For, I sustaine reprochfull scorne,

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And, am disgraced for thy sake.
My brethren, of my mother borne,
Of mee, likewise, a stranger make.

3

Zeal to thy house, hath worne mee out,
Thy scorners, my reprochers be;
My Fastings, & my teares they flout,
And, when I mourne, they laugh at mee.
Of mee, the Rulers, evill, spake;
The Drunckerds, made of mee their songs:
But, Lord, my moane, I timelie make,
In Mercie, mark therefore my wrongs.

4

Mee, by thy Truth's protection keep,
That miry-depths, nor spightfull-foes,
Devouring-Flouds, nor whirl-pooles deep,
Nor Dungeons Mouth my soul enclose.
But, Lord, of thy abounding grace,
(For thy Love-sake) returne, & hear;
To mee, thy servant shew thy face,
And, in my need, incline thine ear.

5

Drawe nigh, & save, & sett thou free
My soul, from those who bear me spight;
For, all my wrongs, are knowne to thee,
And, all my Foes, are in thy sight.
Rebukes & scornes, my hart nigh broke,
With greefs opprest, I made my mone;
But, where I did for pittie looke
They would (alas) afford me none.

6

They, for my meat, did gall prepare,
Sharp Vineger to quench my thirst;
Their Bourd, therfore, shall them ensnare,
And, Blessings, be to them accurst.
Their eye shall be depriv'd of sight:
A cure-les greef, their back shall shake;
God's heavie wrath, shall on them light,

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His Vengance, them shall overtake.

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None shall in their abiding-place,
Or in their Tent, be dwelling found:
For, whome thou smot'st, those they did chase,
And, greeved him, whome thou didst wound.
More sinnfull still, they shall become,
And, in God's Iustice have no share,
Nor in that book of life have roome,
Wherein, the Iust enrowled are.

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But, I, that pore & scorned am
Shall by thyne ayde, oh Lord, be raisd;
For which, I'le magnify thy Name,
And, in my songs, thou shalt be praisd.
And, that, oh Lord, more pleases thee,
Then, horn'd & hoofed Oxe to give;
Which, when the Meek (thee seeking) see,
It shall with ioye, their hart revive.

9

God's praise, yee heav'ns & earth declare.
Him praise thou sea, & all in thee:
For, to the pore, he lends his ear,
And, hee doth sett the pris'ner free.
He, Syon saves in time of need,
And, Iudah's Townes he will erect,
To be for those, & for their seed,
Who serving him, his Name affect.

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Psa, 70.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David to bring to Remembrance. The Church praies for deliverance from her persecutors; prophetically imprecates their confusion; & desires the prosperitie of the Godlie, &c. It may be sung when oppressors insult over vs. &c.

[1]

Deferr not Lord, thy succours longe
But, bring my Foes to shame;
Ev'n those, who plott my soul to wronge,
Bring back, with losse & blame.
On them who skoffe, & flout at mee,
Bestowe the Scorners hire:
But, make them glad, & ioye in thee,
Who after thee enquire.

2

Still, God be prais'd, let all men say,
Who, on his ayde relie;
And, make, oh Lord, no more delay,
For, in great want, am I.
I will no other aide emplore,
Then, what thou shalt afford;
To bring me succours, now therfore,
Thy healp, defer not, Lord.

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Psa. 71.

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The Church acknowledgeth God's preservation of her in her severall Ages, & from her manyfold Oppressers, desiring to be preserved also, in her last & worst age. &c. wee, on whome the worst Age is come, should vse it as a prayer, to be delivered from the same.

[1]

Keep me from shame; for, Lord in thee I trust;
Incline thine ear, to healp & set mee free:
Yea, save thou mee, oh Lord, as thou art iust,
My Rock, my Fort, my Refuge daigne to be;
For, Lord my strēgth, thou help dost promise me,

2

Mee from the powre of sinnful men defend,
And from their hands, oh Lord, that cruel are.
My soul, on thee did in the wombe depend,
And, since my birth, thou hast of mee had care:
For which my tongue shal stil thy praise declare,

3

Thou art my hope, though wondred at I be,
And, I will sing thy praises all the day.
When I am weake & old, Lord, leave not mee:
For, with despight, my haters mee gainsay,
And, for my soul, they plotts & engines lay.

4

God, leaves him quite (say these) persue & take;
He, now, hath none to rescue him from thral.
But, come, oh God! & speed to healp me make;
Oh come! & smite my soules Oppressors, all,
Bring scorn & shame, on those who seek my fal.

5

Thē, still, I'le hope; thy love I'le still commend;

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Yea, still, relate what favours thou hast done:
And, of thy grace, since I perceave no end,
Thy strength, Lord God, I will depend vpon,
And, magnifie thy Righteousnes alone,

6

Till now, oh God! thy Marvailes I have told,
As from my youth I have bin taught by thee:
Oh leave me not, when I am gray & olde,
Till Ages all, thy powre have learn'd of mee;
And, then extold, thy Iustice, Lord, shall be.

7

None ever did such works as thou hast wrought;
And, though my soul thou keptst awhile in paine,
At last, as one who from the grave was brought,
Me, to my ioyes thou didst restore againe;
For which, my harpe, to praise thy Name, Istrain,

8

My tongue, likewise; in setting out thy prais,
Oh thou cheef saint of Isr'el! part shal bear;
So shal my soul, whose price thy bountie paies,
And, ev'rie day, thy Iustice I'le declare,
Because, my foes defam'd, & ruin'de are.

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Psa. 72.

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A Psalm for Solomon. It setts forth the maiestie of Christ & his kingdome (for, only, of that Salomon are many passages of this Psalme verified) it declares his Universal iudicature; The Churches happines therein; His marvailous Incarnation; The extent, Riches, & peaceablenes of his Kingdome &c. Wee should sing it to glorify God for those things &c.

[1]

The King oh God! with judgment blesse,
And, give thy Iustice to his Sonn;
That, to thy people, in destresse,
With judgment, Iustice may be done.
Then, Truth & Iustice florish will,
On ev'rie great & litle hill.

2

Then, poorest men shall be secure,
For, he will all Oppressors tear;
And, whilst the sunn & Moone endure
From age to age, they, him shall fear.
On Earth, like dropps descend he shall;
Like those, which on the Fleece did fall.

3

The Iust, shall whilst he rules have peace,
So long as doth the moone remaine:
He from the River to the seas,
(And quite throughout the world) shal raigne,
The salvages, adore him shall,
And all his foes, before him fall.

4

Arabia's prince, & Saba's Kinge,
The Lords of Seas, & Ilands to,
Shal guifts to him, with homage, bring;
So shall all Kings, & people doe.

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For, when they crie, he setteth free,
The pore & meek, that helples be.

5

The pore & humble he respects,
He saves their soules that healples are:
From fraud & force, he them protects;
For, in his eye, their bloud is dear.
To him, they Sheba's gold shall give;
And, he shall prais'd, & prayd for, live.

6

His Corne, shall from a handfull, growe,
To cover all the mountaines topps;
Like Libanon, his fruit shall showe,
And fill the Citties with his cropps.
His Fame through Ages, all shall runn,
As everlasting as thee sunn.

7

In him, the Nations all abrode,
Shall blessed be, & praise him to;
Oh praise the Lord! ev'n Isr'els God,
For, he alone cann wonders do.
Still, blessed be his glorious Name,
And, earth still filled, with his Flame.

Amē. Amē,

Psa. 73.

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A Psalm for Asaph. It expresseth, how the faithfull

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are sometime discouraged, by the prosperities of the wicked; & is an excellent description of such conflicts as are between the Flesh & the spirit in everie Christian. &c. We may vse it, to comfort vs in such tēptations, & to remember vs whither to repaire in such conflicts.

[1]

No doubt, God counts his Isr'el dear,
And, loves the righteous man;
Yet was my foot quite gone, wel-near
And, I to fall begann.
For, when I fooles did honor'd vewe,
And Sinners lifted high,
And that nor sick, nor weak they grewe,
Their weal I did envie.

2

From greefs like ours, they seemed free,
Their pride & Cruelties,
To them as clothes or bracelets be;
And, fatt stuffs out their eyes.
They have their wills, & are so base,
To boast of Sinns & wrongs:
And neither earth nor heav'nly place,
Escapes their evill tongues.

3

To such Ful-springs, as wel as they,
God's Children seek to goe:
For, God (the God most high) they say,
Regards not what wee do.
Lo, wicked men the world possesse,
And, wealth & honors gaine;
But, wee have cleans'd in righteousnes.
Our harts & hands in vaine.

4

Yea, wee still pininge goe (say they)
Lamenting all day long:
Yet, thus I, speak not, lest I may,
Thy weaker Children wrong.
I sought a reason for the same,

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But, I no cause descern'd
Till to the house of God I came,
And, there their end I learn'd.

5

On slipp'rie seats, them sett thou hast,
From whence with shame & feare,
Ev'n suddainly, they downe are cast;
And never more appeare.
For, as a dream (when thou dost wake)
Thou dost their Forme deface:
At such therefore, offence to take,
Thou seest, how fond I was.

6

But, still, with mee thou dost abide,
Thou hold'st my Right-hand fast;
And, by thy Counsells, mee shalt guide
To Glory's throne, at last.
In heav'n or Earth, account I make
Of nothing but of thee:
And, though my soul & Flesh be weake,
Thou alway strengthnest mee.

7

For, thou oh God! my portion art;
And, thou shalt them destroy,
Who runn a whooring in their hart,
Another, to enioy.
Because, right good, the same doth seem,
To God, approching near,
(And, placing all my trust in him)
His works I will declare.

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Psa. 74.

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A Psalm for Asaph. It mysticallie prophecied what havoke should be made in the Church, by aluding to the destruction of the material Temple; & God is desired to vouchsafe his wonted Mercie, in regard of the Foes outrage; but, especially, for his owne honour sake. It is a prayer for the Church in perseeution.

[1]

Oh God! for ever, why despis'd are wee?
Why is in rage, thy pasturage laid wast?
Oh minde thy Flock, redeem'd of old by thee,
(That heritage, which dearly bought thou hast)
Ev'n Syon mount, whereon thy Name is plac't.

2

Come Lord (oh come) destroy for evermore,
The Foe, that on thy holy-place hath preyd;
Thy foes, that in thy Congregation roare,
Who, there, for signes, their ensignes have displaid
And, on the carved works their axes laid.

3

For, as if they some grove were hewing downe
With Axe & Maul, the costly works they breake;
They flaming fires, into thy house have throwne;
Thy name's cheef seat, a place prophane they make
And, in their harts, of spoiling all, they speake.

4

Troughout the Land, thy houses burned be;
Yet, to declare the date of this our woe,

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Nor visions now, nor Prophets word have wee.
Lord, when shall end, these ragings of the Foe?
Shall he blaspheam thy Name, for ever, so?

5

No more, thy hād (thy right-hād) Lord, withhold:
Within thy brest, the same no longer hide:
For, thou oh God! thou art our king of old,
And, here on earth, for vs thou didst provide,
When, by thy powre, thou didst the Sea divide.

6

The Dragons Heads thou woundedst in the floud;
Leviathan's vast heads, thou didst prepare,
In places wilde, to be thy peoples food:
Yea, frō dry rocks, thou hewdst out fountains there
And ma'dst firm land, where mighty waters were.

7

Thine, is the day, the night is also thine;
Thou ma'dst the light, & thou did'st form the sunn
The world, within her Zones, thou didst confine;
& shewdst what cours, times hot & cold should run
Lord, mind those things, & what the foe hath don.

8

Observe, how fools blaspheā thy name oh Lord?
Thy Turtles life, defend from Sinners wrongs:
Observe our greefs, & thinck vpon thy word;
For, to the world, a darksome denn belongs,
Which harbors fraud, inhumane deeds, & wrōgs.

9

That so the pore (vnsham'd) may praise thy name,
To plead thy cause (thine owne just cause) arise;
Observe how fooles, thee daylie do defame;
Yea, bear in minde, thy Foes malitious cries,
And to what height, their shouts against vs rise.

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Psa. 75.

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To the cheef Musitian Altaschith, a Psalme or song for Asaph. God is praised for his ready healp. Christ promiseth to support & iudge his Church. Oppressors are reprooved, & the different portion of them, & of the Godly, is declared. It is vsefull, to comfort against the insolencies of spiritual foes.

[1]

Thee Lord, wee praise & magnifie;
To thee wee thanckfull are:
For, that thy Name approcheth nigh.
Thy wondrous works declare.
When I the people have assum'd,
I, Iustice will maintaine:
For, when Earth's dwellers are consum'd
Her pillers I sustaine,

(Selah)

2

To Fooles, I said, more prudent growe;
To Sinners, thus I spake,
Your horne (your horne) advance not soe,
Nor, such proud boasting make.
Nor East, nor west, advancements come,
Nor from the Mountaines flowe;
But, God him self preferreth some,
And, some doth overthrowe.

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3

From his full Cupp, within his hand,
He mixt redd-wine doth poure;
Which ev'rie Sinner in the land,
Shall dreggs & all devoure.
But, I of Iacob's God will speak,
And alway sing his praise:
The hornes of Sinners I will break;
And, high, the Righteous raise.

Psa. 76.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme or song for Asaph. It is a Triumph-song to praise God, for that knowledge of him, which he hath vouchsafed vnto his Church typified by Iudah, Ierusalem, & Syon. It glorifieth Christ also, for his conquests over sinn, Death & the Devill. The vse is manyfest.

[1]

In Iurie, God is knowne full well;
His Name's in Isr'el great:
He, in Ierusalem doth dwell,
And, Syon is his seat.

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Shaft, sword, & sheild, he battred there;
Yea, there he wonn the Feild;

Selah

And, more his powrs, and honors are,
Then spoilers Burroughts, yeald.

2

The strong are foilde; their dream is flowne
Their strength hath not prevaild:
For, at the God of Iacob's frowne,
Both horse & Charret faild.
Thou dreadfull art, & none, oh Lord,
Thine angry looks cann bear;
For, when thy voice from heav'n is heard.
The Earth is dumbe with fear.

3

The meek on earth, when thou to save,
And judge them (Lord) shalt please,

Selah.

Thou by man's wrath, shalt honour have,
And, his hot rage appease.
To God make vowes; & presents give
All yee that round him are.
For, he doth kings of breath deprive
And makes great princes fear.

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Psal. 77.

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To the cheef Musitian to Iduthun a Psalm for Asaph. It expresseth those interchanges of Doubts, Hopes, Feares, Comforts & Assurances, through which wee work out salvation with fear & trembling. It serves to minde vs of our fraile condition, & shewes how to order our throughts in spiritual combats.

[1]

To God, ev'n to the Lord, I prayd,
And, hee did hear my moanes;
Both day & night I sought his aide,
With never-ceasing groanes.
My hart no comforts entertain'd,
But fixt on him her thought;

Selah,

And so I greev'd, & so complain'd
That, lowe my soul was brought.

2

Mine eyes from sleep hee did with holde,
With paine, I lost my tongue:
I mus'd on daies, & yeares of olde,
And what was once my song.
Yea, all alone, at night I lay,
Thus musing in my minde;
Lord, wilt thou cast mee quite away,
And, never more bee kinde?

3

Is thy compassion lost out right?
Shall thy firme promise faile?
Hast thou for got thy Mercie quite?
O're Love, shall hate prevaile?
No; this my frailtie is, quoth I,
And, these, but changes are,
Wrought by the powre of God most high,
Which, I, in minde will bear.

4

Thy works, & wonders past, oh Lord,
I'le therfor muse vpon;

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Thy former Acts, I will record,
And, shewe what thou hast done.
Thy walkings, in thy house, declare,
That, there's no God like thee:
And, what thy powre & marvailes are,
Thou mak'st all people see.

5

For Iacob's, & for Ioseph's race,
Thine arme did purchase aide;

Selah

And, seas, & Flouds, to vewe thy face,
Were troubled & afraide.
The Clouds did melt, the Vapours crasht,
Thine Arrowes, forth were shott,
Thy thunders roar'd, the lightnings flasht,
And, Earth a trembling got.

6

Thou wentst through seas with steps vn-eide,
Thy paths were in the Deep;
And, Moses did with Aron, guide
Thy people, there, like sheep.

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Psa. 78.

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Maschil, for Asaph. It commemorates the Iewes obstinate incredulitie, with God's plagues & Mercies interchangeably sent among them vntill the tyme of David . Wee should vse it, to warne vs of God's long-suffring toward the whole humane Nature, whose perversenes, is here mistically set forth, as also, the sending of the true David, Iesus Christ.

[1]

Now to my Law (my people) give thine eare,
&, wel observ what weighty things are tolde:
For, lo, my lipps a problem shal declare
And, plainely sing, grave sayengs, dark, & old:
That, nether what our Fathers have revealed,
Nor what we know, be from our babes concealed.

2

God's powr & praisfull wonders I wil blaze,
His Testaments, to Iacob, I will showe;
How he, likwise, in Isr'el setled lawes,
Which they were bound to let their childrē know
That so, they might to their next ages teach them,
And, Age to age, for ever after preach them.

3

That they, in God, a faithful hope might place,
And not forget his works, or his command,
As heretofore their Fathers head strong race,
Whose hart, with God, vprightly did not stand;
Like Ephr'ims brood, who bows & weapōs bearing
Forsook the Feild, the day of battell fearing.

4

Gods law they brak, his cov'nant they did slite
And on his works or marvailes never thought:
Yet, many signes & wonders in their sight,
In Zoan feildes, & Egipt-land he wrought.
To make their way, the sea, in twaine he cleaved
And, high on heaps, the rowling waters heaved.

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A pillerd-Cloud, by day he made their guide,

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A Column-fir'd, to clear the night he sent.
More over, he the Rocks did then divide,
And streams like seas, along the Desert went.
From craggy flints, sweet waters forth he brused,
And springs from thēce, like Rivers were diffused.

6

But they went on to move his anger, still,
And much provokd the wrath of God, most high,
By tempting him their lustings to fulfil,
And craving flesh, their longings to supplie.
For, with distrust, they ask'd if God were able,
In that wilde place, to furnish out a table.

7

Springs flowd indeed (sed they) when rocks he smot,
But, can he bread & flesh as wel provide?
Which when God heard, with Iacob he was hot,
And, in his wrath he did with Isr'el chide;
Because, no faith to his firm promise giving,
They stil remain'd in trustles vnbeleeving.

8

He naitheles, the gates of heav'n vnclos'd,
And made the clouds, raine Manna for their meat
The bread of heav'n, among them he dispos'd,
And Angells food, vnworthy men did eat.
A wind South-East-by East, he then ordained,
And flesh as dust, & foules as sand, it rained.

9

These fild ther camp, & fluttred round their tēts
Til they were cloid with what their lust persu'd:
Yet none of them his fleshlie minde repents;
which God avengd, ev'n whē the meat thei chewd
For, his feirce wrath, on Isr'el down he poured,
And, of their cheefs, the fattest he devoured.

10

Yet, sin'd they stil, & set his works at naught;
For which, their time he wasted out in vaine,
(Afflicting them, til after him they sought)
And, then in shew, they did repent againe.
Yea, then his powre to bear in mind they seemed,

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And said, he was the God that them redeemed.

11

In which altho he knew their flattring mouth
And lieng tōgues, did nought but falshood speak;
Tho, him, their hart affected not in truth,
And, tho, they stil his holy League did break,
Of his meer grace, he naitheles forgave them,
And, from his wrath, ev'n he himself, did save thē.

12

For, them to be but flesh, in minde he bare,
And gone like windes, which never shal retire;
That they perverse eu'n in the Deserts were,
Yea, that ev'n there, they much incens'd his yre,
Provoking him, by false & fain'd repenting,
The holy-one of Isr'el discontenting.

13

Nor on his powre, nor on those daies they thought,
Wherin he from their foes did set them free;
They minded not, the signes in Egipt wrought,
Nor those which they in Zoan feilds did see:
How, he with bloud, the wholsom springs distasted
How, them with flies of divers kinds he wasted.

14

How, he with frogs their stubborn foes anoyd
How, their encrease, the Caterpillers pild.
How, then, the Locust al their fruits enioy'd
Nor how the frost, their vines destroid & kild;
Nor how, cold haile, & burning bolts of thunder,
Did slay their flocks, & break their trees asunder.

15

For, he did hurl on them his furious wrath;
To them, both fears, & harmful-sprites he sent;
Vnto their deaths, his rage did make a path,
And then, to wrack, both men & cattel went;
He, of their lives, their eldest-born bereaved
Through Egipt-land, where Cham his lot receaved,

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Then, like a flock, his people forth he led,
Through places wilde cōducting thē like sheep.
He kept them safe, without all cause of dread,

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Whil'st he, their foes o'rewhelmed in the deep;
And also gave, when al this grace was done them,
That holy hill, which his right-hand had won thē.

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Before their face, the gentiles thēce he took,
And what was theirs, to Isr'el gave by lot,
Yet stil, almighty God they did provoke,
And his commands, they still regarded not;
But, being like their Fathers, double-harted,
Like broken bowes, from him, aside they started.

18

The Lord was wroth & Iealous when he saw
Their Images, & their hill-alters rear'd,
And, ther-vpon, from Isr'el did with drawe
His former love, & so incens'd appear'd
That, of his place among them, he repented
And left his Tent in Siloh, vnfrequented.

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By thraldom then, he took way their powr,
He gave their strength & glorie to their foe,
He caus'd the sword his people to devour,
And with his Land, exceeding wroth did grow.
Consuming heat, their yongmens vigor tired:
Their maides, by none, in wedlock were desired.

20

Then by the sword, his preists away he took,
Whome to bewaile, the widdows were not spar'd
But, lo, the Lord from sleeping then awook,
As when with wine a mighty man is chear'd.
Their hinder parts, with secret-sores he wounded;
And al his foes with lasting shame confounded.

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Then he the Tent of Ioseph did refuse,
And Ephr'ims tent he did likewise reiect:
But, Iudah's tribe it pleased him to chuse,
Ev'n Syon hill. which he did best affect;
And, there, aloft he rais'd his habitation,
To be as firm, as is the Earth's foundation.

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He from the flocks, his servant David chose,

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Frō bigwombd ewes, & from attending sheep:
His heritage, to him, he did dispose,
And Iacob's flock, & Isr'els heards to keep.
So, with pure thoughts, discreetly thē he guided,
And, food for them, sincerely he provided.

Psa. 79.

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A Psalm for Asaph. It is vsefull for any perticuler Church, when it is tirannised over, by Turks, hereticks, or such like members of Antichrist: For the Church of Christ (whose persecutions & martirdomes were prefigured by those which fell on Ierusalem) is here personated, praying,

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& expressing her suffrings. &c.

[1]

Vpon thine heritage, oh God!
The Gentiles, Ryots de commit:
Within thy Temple, they have trod,
And, wasted & prophaned it,
The bodies of thy saints, bestrowe
The feilds about Ierusalem;
Their blood, ev'n in the streets doth flowe,
And, birds & beasts do feed onthem.

2

Their bones without a grave remaine,
And, all our neighbours vs defame:
Oh Lord, how long shal wee sustaine,
Thy burning rage, thy iealous flame!
Let thy incensed wrath be pour'd,
On heathen lands, that knowe not thee;
For, they thy Iacob have devour'd,
And, quite consum'd his dwellings be.

3

Remember not our follies past,
(Oh God! from whome our help doth flowe)
But thy sweet grace, Lord, let vs tast;
For, wee are brought exceeding lowe.
Healp (for thy Mercy's cause) wee pray,
For thy Name-sake, forgive our sinn;
Lest, els, of thee the heathen say,
Where is their God, they trusted in?

4

But, let it bee (before our eyes)
Of all the Gentiles vnderstood,
By hearing of the pris'ners cries,
And, by revenging of our bloud.
Them, save likewise (ev'n through thy might)
That vnto death appointed be;
And seaven fold, oh God! requite
Our neighbours scornful spights to thee.

5

So, wee thy pasture-sheep, oh Lord,

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Will give thee praise, & thancks therfore,
Yea we thy praises will record,
From age to age, for ever more.

Psa. 80.

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To the cheef Musitian vpon Shosannim Eduth a Psalm for Asaph. By the allegory of a Vine, is expressed God's great care of the Iewish Church, typifieng also, the Christian Church, whose complaints & desires in her suffrings, are here exprest. It may be vsed by any congregations of the faithful, when they are delivered vp to their foes &c.

[1]

Hear thou, that Flock-like, Ioseph guidest,
And twixt the Cherubims residest;
Now, Isr'els Pastor thine thou clear:
To Beniamin's & Eph'rims vewe,
Thy strength before Manasseth shewe;
And, to defend vs, drawe thou near.

2

Returne, & of thy grace assure vs;
For, that alone will save & cure vs.

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Oh Lord of hoasts; wee thee entreat:
For aye therfor, close not thime ears
Though, long, thou mak'st vs drinck our teares,
And giv'st vs weepings for our meat.

3

Our Neighbours are at strife about vs,
Thou mak'st our foes to scorne & flout vs,
Lord God of Hoasts! our sorrow slake:
To save vs, cause thy face to shine:
For, thou from Egipt broughtst this Vine,
And, threw'st our Nations for her sake.

4

The place, thou hadst before so tilled,
That, rooting well, the land shee filled,
And cov'red mountaines with her shade:
Her boughs did Cedar-like extend,
Shee, branches to the sea did send,
And, to the River, shee did spread.

5

Why of her hedge hast thou bereft her?
Why to the spoile of strangers left her?
And of the feirce vntamed swine?
The Forrest herds, have her or'ethrowne;
Oh Lord of Hoasts! from heav'n look downe,
Behold, & visite this thy Vine.

6

That Vine, which thy right-hand hath cherisht
That branch, which for thine owne was nourisht,
Is burn't & spoild, while thou dost frowne:
Oh! send, for our defence to stand,
That Sonn of Man, whome thy Right-hand,
Hath arm'd, & chosen for thine owne.

7

Then, we shall never more denie thee;
But, being still revived by thee,
For ever, call vpon thy Name.
Oh Lord of Hoasts, convert vs nowe,
A gratious look, on vs bestowe,
And, thou shalt save vs, by the same,

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Psa. 81.

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To the Cheef Musitian on Gittith a Psalm for Asaph. It is vsefull to commend vnto us the observation of our Christian Sabaths & Solemnities, which are piously to be regarded in all Ages; because we commemorate in them our Deliverances, from our spiritual Bondage, typified by the Egiptian-thraldom. &c . It vpraideth man's in gratitude, & neglect of God &c.

[1]

In God our strength, let vs reioice;
To Iacob's God, let vs now sing,
And in our Psalmes, to help the voice,
The tymbrel, harpe, & Psalt'rie bring.
The Moone renewing, trumpets blowe,
And, when the solemne feastings be:
For, Iacobs God, long time agoe,

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In Isr'el, did this lawe decree.

2

This Testimonie he prepar'd,
When Ioseph came from Egipt-land
And liv'd where hee a language heard,
Whose words he did not vnderstand.
From Burthens, & the potters task,
Thy hands & shoulders I did free,
I help'd, when thou for help didst ask,
And, heard thee from the storme, said he.

3

Ev'n at the waters of debate

Selah.

I sayd (that I might prove thee there)
Oh Isr'el mark, what I relate,
And, to my words incline thine ear.
Thou shalt no other God's at all,
But me the Lord thy God, receive;
For, thee I brought from Egipts thrall,
And, will thy largest askings give.

4

But Isr'el did my words contemn;
Of me, my people would have none:
So, to their pleasures left I them,
Who, after their owne lusts are gone.
Oh! had my people mee obayd.
If Isr'el had my waies persu'de,
I on their foes my hand had laid;
Their haters, I had soone subdew'd.

5

My Foes had then obayd my powre,
And, I had still my Folk vphild:
I, them had fedd with purest flowre
And, with rock-hony, them had fild.

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Psa. 82.

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A Psalme for Asaph. It may be sung at our publike Iudicatures, before them who administer in the great affaires of Church or Commonwealth; to minde them of their duties. &c. For, it instructs & reproves Princes, Pastors & Magistrates, abusing their Authority, declares the reward of their Iniustice, & invokes God to take the indicature to himself.

[1]

God stands, where he doth see
The Lords to Counsell goe;
And, when the Gods in Iudgment be,
He judgeth what they do.

2

Yee Nobles, wherfor, then,
Are yee vnjust so long?
Why favour yee, vngodlie men
To do the righteous wrong?

Selah.

3

The pore, young Orphanes greev'd,
The needie & opprest,
Should by your Iustice be releev'd,
And from proud hands releast.

4

But, yee are men vnwise,

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And walk without the light:
Ev'n you, on whome the land relies,
Are out of order, quite.

5

You, therefore, whome I call
The sonns of God most high,
(And termed Gods) like men, shall fall;
And, like such Princes dye.

6

Thy self, oh God! advance
And, give the world her doome;
For, thine by due Inheritance,
All nations are become.

Psa. 83.

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A Psalme or song for Asaph. It may be vsed as a prayer against the Leagues & Confederacies of the Churches foes, such as Pagans, Turks, Hereticks and Falsebrethren; for, the whole List of them, is here typically registred, vnder their Names who were enimies to the Iewish Church .

[1]

Bee silent Lord, no longer now,
To speak, oh God, no more forbear:
For lo, thy foes do furious grow,

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And, proudly rais'd thy haters are.
They plot, thy people to betray,
And, thy intirest freinds to take;
Come, & of Isr'el, now (say they)
A nameles nation wee will make.

2

As in one League, all these combine,
And, are against thee Lord, agreed;
Ev'n Edom land, & Ism'els line,
And Moab's race, & Hagar's breed.
Philistim's, Gebal, Ammon, Tyre,
Huge Amaleck, & Ashur to,
To help the Sonns of Lot, conspire,
Assisting them in all they do.

Selah.

3

But, Lord, like Madian make thou them,
Like Sisera and Iabin's traines,
Who slaughtred were by Kishon stream,
And, lay like dung on Endor plaines.
Their dukes, like Zeb, & Oreb make,
Like Zeba and Zalmana's Peers,
Who said, they would God's houses take,
And his Possessions, to be theirs.

4

Lord, wheel them round, as turn'd wee see
The dust or chaf, when whirl-winds blowe.
And, let thy wrath, among them be
Like flames on hills, where woods do grow.
Yea, let a dreadful storm arise,
Persueng them with death & shame:
Let feares & troubles, them surprise,
Vntill they seek, & praise thy Name.

5

So, when that men behold their fall,
They shall confesse, there none cann be,
Whome wee Eternal ought to call
Or sov'raigne of the world, but thee?

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Psa. 84.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalm for the sonns of Chorah. It setts forth the soules longings, to be pertaker of the blessed Communion of saints, & the fruition of God; It shewes also, the happines of such, & their demeanour in this vale of their Miserie. &c. It is vseful, to stir vp in our soules, on ardēt love to God & his house &c.

[1]

Oh Lord of Hoasts! how pleasant are
Thy dwellings, & thy courts to me?
In soul & flesh, for entrance there,
Eternal God, my longings be,
The Sparrow findeth an abode
The Swallow builds, & breedeth, to,
(Oh Lord of Hoasts! my King, my God)
Ev'n at thine alters, thus they doe.

2

Right blessed, all thy houshold be,
For, they are singing, still, thy praise:

Selah.

And, blessed are, the strong in thee,
Who in their harts affect thy waies.
As, through the vale of tears they goe,
They find sweet springs of comforts there,
And, they from strength to strength shal growe,

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Till they with God, in Syon are.

2

Lord God of Hoasts, give ear to me,
And, mark, oh Iacob's God, my moane.

Selah.

Oh God our sheild! behold & see,
The face of thy Anointed-one.
For, in thy house, one day is more,
Then thousands, any other where;
And, I had rather keep thy dore,
Then live in pompe, where sinners are.

3

For, as the Sunn, thou shinest bright,
And, wee from thee our light receive:
Thou art the sheild of men vpright,
And, thou dost grace, & Glories give.
From such as walk the righteous way,
No needfull things withheld shall be;
For ever blest, therefore, are they
Who trust (oh Lord of Hoasts) in thee.

Psa. 85.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalm for the sonns of

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Chorah. The Church acknowledgeth God's benifits; desires their continuance, & the forbearance of his wrath &c. Wee may sing it to praise God for his bounty to his Church & kingdome, & to desire the continuatiō of our happines, by stil vouchsafing Mercy with his Iustice.

[1]

Thou hast, oh God, thy Kingdome grac'st
And, Iacob's thrall repeald;
Thy peoples faults, thou pard'ned hast,
And all their sinns conceald.

Selah.

Thine anger, thou hast quite appeas'd,
And, thy just wrath for borne;
Oh Lord of Hoasts, now thou art pleas'd
Let vs to thee returne.

2

For, why shouldst thou still wroth remaine?
And vexed rather be,
Then chear thy people's harts againe,
That they may joy in thee?
To save vs, Lord, thy favour showe,
And, let vs hear (in peace)
Thy word among vs preached soe,
That wee from sinn may cease.

3

Then, shall thy saving-health abide,
Near those who fear thy Name,
And, in our Land, shall still reside,
Thy glories & thy fame.
Then Truth & Love shall meet & kisse,
And, Iustice, Peace embrace;
Yea, Truth on earth, & Righteousnes
From heav'n shal shew her face.

4

The Lord, with ev'rie needfull store
Shall make our Kingdome flowe;
And, send his Righteousnes, before,
That wee his way may know.

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Psa. 86.

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A prayer of David. It personates Christ in his humiliation, prayeng in the behalfe of his mystical body, for several necessities thereof; intermixing some vowes of praise, & acknowledgments of Gods Attributes &c. It is an vsefull, forme of prayer, in many temptations, & afflictions.

[1]

Lord, hear me; for great wants I have;
My soules defender be:
My God! thy Saint, & servant save,
Who puts his trust in thee.
That, thou thy grace to me afford,
My daylie crie requires;
Thy servants hart, revive, oh Lord!
Which vp to thee aspires.

2

For, thou good Lord, soone pard'nest all,
Who seek thy grace to finde;

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Oh! hear me (now to thee I call)
And, bear my suite in minde.
My dangers, I, to thee will show,
That thou mayst healp assigne;
For, there is no such God, as thou,
Nor any works like thine.

3

All nations whome thou dist creat,
Shall praise & worship thee;
For, thou alone (oh God) art great,
And, great thy wonders be.
Teach me thy waies, & in thy fear,
My soul to thee vnite:
So, never shall my hart forbear
Thy praises to indight.

4

I scap'd the grave, by thy large grace,
When proud & cruel foes,
(Who set not thee before their face)
To take my soul arose.
Oh God! thou art a gratious Lord,
Long-suffring, kinde, & free;
With Truth & Love, most largly stor'd:
Now therefore, pitty mee.

5

Return, oh Lord, & mee revive;
Let mee thy favour have:
Thy strength to me thy servant give;
Thy Handmaids of-spring save.
Yea, for my good, vouchsafe some signe,
That, all my foes may know,
I am a Favorite of thine;
And, blush, they wrong'd me soe.

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Psa. 87.

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A Psalm or song for the sonns of Chorah. It describes the scituation & glorie of the Church typified by Syon; prophetically declareth, that all Kingdomes shall be incorporated into that Citty of God; & that all Nations shall there obtaine their New-birth &c. It serves (among other vses) to informe, that God's Church excludeth no Nation &c.

[1]

The Lord, hath his Foundations plac'd
Above the heighest mountaines crownes;
Yea, Syons ports, he more hath grac't
Then all the rest of Iacob's Townes
And, glorious things, are fam'd abrode
Of thee (oh Cittie) lov'd of God.

Selah,

2

For, God accounts, as borne in thee,
Egiptians, if they him desire;
Nay; though from Babell sprung they be
From Chush, Philistia, or from Tyre.
For, he hath sayd, that all on earth
In Syon, may renew their Birth.

3

The God most high will strengthen her,
And shall record each faithful soul,
As having had first-beeing, there:

Selah,

When hee his people doth enrowl,

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For, there are, all that play or sing;
And, thence proceeds each blessed thing.

Psal. 88.

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A song or Psalm for the Sonns of Chorah, to the cheef Musitian vpon Mahalath Leanoth Maschil of Heman, the Ezrahite. It personates Christ & his members complaining of his & their sorrowes, contempts & suffrings &c. And it is full of passionate petitions & expostulations. We may vse it in private or Publike afflictions.

[1]

Lord, of whose assisting might,
I was never yet denied;
All the day, & all the night,
I, to thee have call'd & cried:
Now, regard my wofull plight.

2

Let thine Ear, thy Minde, thine Eyes,
To the dropping, pleading, cryeng;
Of my Teares, my Cause, my Cries,
Grant me, hearing, weighing, eyeng;

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For, my soul afflicted lies.

3

I, to Death am drawing nigh,
And am priz'd as one interred;
Like a strengthles man I lye,
As algeady slaine, and buried:
Free among the dead, am I.

4

Yea, as one forgot of thee,
(Or, as from thy hand Abiected)
Darksome pitts, my lodging be,
And in Dungeons deep afflicted,
Thy strict hand oppresseth mee.

5

All thy, waves I doe sustaine,
Thou dost make my Lovers flee mee;

Selah.

And my freinds fro me restarine:
Shutt I am, where none cann free me,
Then, how cann I tears refraine?

6

Lord, my greefs to thee I showe,
With my hands to thee vp-raised.
Cann the dead thy wonders knowe?
Or thy Love or truth be praised,
By the Sonns of Death belowe?

Selah,

7

Caan, thy Marvailes, they vnfold,
Who in darknes, quite are blinded?
Or thy Iustice, there be tolde,
Where, is nothing said or minded,
Which was done in times of olde.

8

Vnto thee, oh Lord I crie,
And, my suites prevent the Morninge;
Oh! why dost thou cast me by?
Still fro mee thy presence turninge,
Who am greev'd, & like to dy?

9

Fro my youth oh Lord, till now,
Mee, thy terror hath destressed,
Nigh distract, it makes me grow;

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For, thy wrath hath mee oppressed,
And, thy feares have brought me lowe.

10

They, besett me ev'rie day,
Floud-like, flowing alltogether;
And no freinds, to help me, stay
(Lovers, nor Familiers neither)
For, thou driv'st them all away.

Another of the same.

[Lord God, my healper! day & night]

[1]

Lord God, my healper! day & night,
To thee my moanings are:
Admit my suites vnto thy sight,
And, my complainings hear.
For, in my soul, great sorrowes be,
My life drawes nigh the grave,
As one inter'd, they count of mee,
And, litle strength I have.

2

As hee, that's dead, & buried long,
Death's free-man I became;
As one, out of thy presence flung,

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I quite forgotten am.
Thou laidst mee in the lowest ward,
Where darksome Dungeons are:
On mee thine Anger presseth hard;
And, all thy stormes I bear.

Selah.

3

Thou hast my freinds fro me restraind,
My Lovers, mee despize;
I, fast in prison am detain'd
And, sorrow dimms mine eyes.
Oh Lord! all day to thee I sue,
My hands, I meekly raise:
Thy wonders, cann men buried shewe?
Or, wake to sing thy praise?

Selah.

4

Lord, cann the grave thy Love expresse?
Thy Faith, cann ruines teach?
Thy wonders, or thy righteousnes,
Cann dumb Oblivion preach?
Betimes, oh Lord, I will erect,
My suites & cries to thee;
Why shouldst thou then, my soul reject,
And, hide thy face fro mee?

5

My soul is pain'd ev'n to the death;
And all my life I bear,
The heavy burthens of thy wrath,
Thy terrors, & thy fear.
They clos'd mee round, like waters deep,
Where, whilst begirt I lay
Fro me, my Lovers thou didst keep,
And hidst my freinds away.

Psa. 89.

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Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite. It celebrates the mercy, Goodnes, Iustice, & powre of God &c. Mentioneth his League with David, & mystically declares, that those covenants belong to his spiritual seed, in the cheef place, &c.

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It instructs vs, who are the right heyres of the promises, &c.

[1]

Now, in a song of endles praise,
Thy Mercies, I will sing, oh Lord;
And vnto all succeeding dayes,
Thy faithfulnes I will record:
For, I have sayd, that thy great Love,
And Mercy, shalbe raised high;
And, that thou shalt in heav'n above,
Thy Faith, confirm & magnify.

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Thou hast both vowed & decreed,
To David, thine Elected-one,
To multiply his faithful seed,
And build him vp an endles throne.

Selah.

Which heav'n shall to thy praise declare,
In works to be admired at,
And, where thy Saints assembled are,
Thy Faithfulnes they shall relate.

3

For, whome like thee, doth heav'n afford?
What earthly Kings thy equalls be?
Who, art among they Saints ador'd,
And, fear'd of all that wait on thee?
Oh Lord of Hoasts, what Lord is found
So faithful or so strong as thou?
Who setts the raging seas, their bound
And, calm'st them, when thy furious grow?

4

Thou didst afflict all Egipt-land,
As one made weake, by wounds & blowes;
And, by the powre of thy strong hand,
Thou hast dispersed all thy foes.
Thine, heav'n & earth & all things be,
For, thou alone didst all things frame.
The North & South, were made by thee;
And East & West, extoll thy Name.

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5

Strong armes thou hast, with powrful hands,
And, where thou dost thy Throne prepare,
With Iudgment, Iustice alway stands,
And, Truth & Love, thy Vshers are.
Oh! blest are they who know thy voice:
Thy look shall chear them in their waies;
They, in thy Name shall still reioice;
And, them, thy Iustice high shal raise.

6

For, thou art, Lord, our strengths renowne,
Our horne shall by thy favour spring:
Thou art our strong defensive Towne,
The Saint of Isr'el, & our King.
By vision, thou didst once declare,
And, to thy Holy-one disclose,
That thou a healper wouldst prepare,
Among thy people to be chose.

7

I have, saidst thou, my David found;
My holy oyle on shall flowe:
By mine owne Arme, he shall be crown'd,
My hand, shal strength on him bestowe.
His Foe, shall do him no disgrace,
The Sonn of sinn, he shall not fear;
For, I will smite, before his face,
All them, that his Opposers are.

8

My faith & love, on him shall stay,
My Name, his honour shall mainetaine;
His hand shall make the seas obay,
His right-hand shall the flouds restraine.
His Father, he shall knowledg me,
His God, his Rock, & his defence:
For, he my eldest borne shalbe,
And, King of ev'ry earthly Prince.

9

To him, I still, will mercy grant,
He shall enioy my promise given;

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Successors, he shall never want;
His Throne shall stand as firme as heav'n?
And, if my Lawes his Children break,
If they shall fro my precepts flye,
My statutes, if they shall forsake,
Or, from my Iudgments walk awry;

10

Their sinns with stripes I wil correct,
And, scourg them, when amisse they do;
But, those whome I do well-affect,
My Love, will never quite forgoe.
For, once ev'n by my self I swore,
I would no lye to David make;
My League I will not break therfore,
Nor change a word, of that I spake.

11

Lord, thus thou saydst; & that a Throne,
Vnto his yssue should be given,
As lasting as the Sunn & Moone,
Or, as the witnesses of heav'n.

Selah.

But, now (as if he were abhor'd)
Thou dost on thyne Anointed frowne;
Thou makest voyd thy league, oh Lord,
And on the ground, hast harld his crowne.

12

His Fences, thou didst rend away,
His warlike forts, thou downe dost race;
All passers-by on him do prey,
His Neighbours flout at his disgrace.
His foes, thou hast Victorious made;
Whereat, his haters, ioyfull be;
Thou dull'st the sharpnes of his blade,
And, in the fight, made faint, was he.

13

Thou hast obscur'd his glories raies,
His Throne, thou castest on the ground;

Selah.

Thou hast cut short his youthful daies,
And, him with shame thou dost confound,

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Good Lord, in thy enflamed rage,
Shall still thy face obscur'd remaine?
Oh, minde the shortnes of mine age!
Why shouldst thy make mankind in vanie?

14

Who lives, whome Death shal not remove?
Or, who, from Death is ever free?

Selah.

Oh Lord; where now, is all that Love,
To David vow'd, of old, by thee?
Thy servants great reproach, record,
And, in my breast what scornes I bear,
Among those mightie Nations, Lord,
Who, likewise, thy blaspheamers are.

15

Oh God! ev'n thy Anointed-one,
They have derided in his waies;
But, Lord, what ever they have done,
To thee, for evermore, be praise.

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Psa. 90.

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The prayer of Moses the man of God. In this Psalme the humane Nature, which (as the word Moses signifieth) was Drawne out, ev'n from the waters of perdition, praiseth God, for his eternal decree of her Restauration; & confesseth her vanity, & mortality &c. To the same purpose wee should vse it.

[1]

Lord, thou art alwaies our abode!
Before the world, beginning had
Thou wer't eternally our God;
Yea, long, e're heav'n & earth were made.
Thou say'st, yee sonns of men, returne;
And, streight return'd to dust they be:
As one nights watch, or day outworne,
So, are a thousand yeares to thee.

2

Thou, like a Floud (as in a dream)
Shalt sweep them suddenly away;
For, like the flowring grasse they seem,
That springs, & fadeth, in a day.
One frowne of thine, cousumes vs quite;
Thy wrath, our troubles doth renewe;
Thou set'st our sinns before thy sight,
And, bring'st our secret faults to vewe.

3

Our tyme, through thy displeasure wears,
And, like a Tale that's told are wee,
Our life is done at seaventie years,
Or eighty, when wee strongest be.
For, all the rest wee spend in woe,
And, vanish e're wee be aware.
Thine Angers force, Lord, who doth knowe!
As is thy wrath, such is thy fear.

4

Instruct vs how to count our dayes,
That so, our harts may wisdome learne;

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And, make thou, Lord, no long delaies,
But, pleased now, to me returne.
To vs, betimes, thy favour daigne,
That wee may all our life be glad,
And, dayes & years, of joye obtaine,
For those of greef, which wee have had.

5

Thy workings, let thy servanrs vewe,
Thy glories, let their Children see.
Oh Lord our God! thy Beautie shewe:
Still shining on vs, let it bee.
And, all our works (oh God) we pray,
Establish thou, & so direct;
That, well our labours prosper may,
And, blessed be with good effect.

Psa. 91.

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This Psalme, shewes, that such as abide & beleeve in Christ, shal be secured from publike & private calamities, (by an especiall protection) of what nature soever their perills be; at least, the mischeef of them shall be prevented,

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& life eternal vouchsafed, &c. It is vsefull to strengthen Faith in great plagues & general dangers.

[1]

Who, in the Closet, & the shade
Of God almighty, still resides;
Is, by his Highnes, fearles made,
And, alway, safe with him abides.
For, I confesse, the Lord hath binn
A Fortresse, & a Rock to mee;
My God, alone, I trusted in,
And, he my trust shall all waies be.

2

He will, no doubt, secure thee from
The Fowlers traps, & noysome Pest:
His wings, thy shelter shall become;
Thou shalt, beneath his feathers rest.
Thou, for thy Sheild his Truth shalt bear,
And, nothing then shall thee dismay;
Not that, which wee at Midnight fear,
Nor any shaft that flies by day.

3

No secret plague offend thee shall,
Nor what in publike wasts the Land;
Though at thy side a thousand fall,
And tenn tymes more, at thy right-hand.
But, thou shalt live to mark & see,
The due reward of men vniust;
For, God (most high) will favour thee,
Because, in him thou putst thy trust.

4

No mischeef, shall to thee betide,
Nor any plague thy house infect;
For, he doth Angell-gards provide,
Which in thy waies will thee protect.
Their hands, will thee vprightly lead,
And from thy Paths, all harmes expell:
Thou shalt on Aspes, & Lions tread,
On Lions younge, on Dragons fell.

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5

For, seeing his delight I am,
I will (saith God) be still his garde:
And, since he knowes my holy Name,
To honours high, he shall be rear'd.
When he doth call, an ear I'le give,
In troubles, I with him, will be;
On earth, he longe shall honor'd live,
And, he my saving-health shall see.

Another of the same.

[Who, resteth in the shade of God most high]

[1]

Who, resteth in the shade of God most high,
Within his privy-Chambers is reposed:
And, therfor, in my selfe, thus mused I;
Thee, as a Fort, thy God hath round enclosed,
And, is that Rock on which thou shalt rely.

2

For, he no doubt, wil thy defender be
From fowlers netts, & pestilent infection:
He, with his wings will overshaddowe thee;
His Feathers, wil become thy safe protection;
And, for thy Sheild, his Truth provideth he.

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3

No fear, that lurks in darknes, thee shal fright
No arrow, that abrode by day-time flieth:
No secret plague, that walks about by night,
Nor that which in the street, at noon-day slayeth,
Shal make thee fear, how nigh soe're it light.

4

A thousand faint, & sinck beside thee, shall,
At thy right-hand, ten thousand breathles lieng:
And yet, thou shalt receive no harme at all;
But, only, see God's Iustice, by espieng
The due reward of sinners, in their fall.

5

For, thou dost hope in him; &, therfore hee
(Ev'n God that is most hye, & most excelling)
Wil neither let thee wrong'd, nor harmed be,
Nor suffer any plague to touch thy dwelling;
But, place his gard of Angells, over thee.

6

They in thy waies, will thee conduct along,
And in their hands, vphold thee, as thy leaders;
That not a stone shal do thy footing wrong.
Yea, thou vnhurt, shalt sett thy foot on adders,
On dragons, & on lions, old & yong.

7

For, him, that mee doth love (th' Almighty sayes)
I will secure from sorrowes & oppression:
That man, likewise, to honour I wil raise,
Who knowes my Name, & lives in that profession;
And, I will give an answere when he prayes.

8

In troublous times, to him I will be nigh,
And out of all his cares, I will repreeve him;
Him, I will blesse, & greatlie dignify:
His fill of dayes, I will, moreover, give him;
And, grant him grace, to live eternally.

Psa. 92.

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A Psalm or song for the Sabbath. It seems not vnproper, for that great Sabbath in which wee commemorate

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our Saviours resurrection; for it magnifieth God, for the exaltation of the Righteous, & for the blessednes of his later end. &c.

[1]

Right good it is, oh Lord, most hye!
Thy praises to recite,
Thy Truth & Love to magnifie,
At morning, & at night.
With tenn-string'd Instruments to sing,
The praises of thy Name;
And, that wee harpes, & Psalt'ries bring,
To solemnize the same.

2

For, Lord, thy works reioice my hart,
Thy Deeds, my soul do chear:
How wonderfull in them thou are!
How deep thy muzings are!
The Foole & Wordling, nether knowe,
Nor heed such things at all,
And, though like flowrs, the wicked showe,
Their prospring, proves their fall.

3

But, Lord, thou allwaies art most hye;
Mark, therfor; Mark I pray,
How sinnfull men despersed flye,
And, how thy foes decay.
My horne, the Vnicorne's o're-topps;
Sweet-oyle is pourd on me;
And, on my Foes, my wished hopes,
I shall both hear, & see.

4

The Iust, shall flourish as the boughs
Of Palmes & Cedars do;
Or, as the trees which round God's house,
Within his Courts do growe.
Yea, they when age on them doth light,
Growe fruitfull, fatt, & greene;
To prove the Lord my Rock, vpright

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And blameles, to have beene.

Psa. 93.

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This Psalme prophecied the powre & maiesty of Christ; & the perpetuity of his Kingdome, in despight of all their fury who should rage against it. &c. Wee may sing it to comfort vs, against the rage of the Devill & his members.

[1]

The Lord is King, & weareth
A Robe of Glory bright;
He cloth'd with strength appeareth,
And, girt with powrfull might.
The Earth, he so hath grounded,
That, moov'd it cannot be;
His Throne, long since was founded,
More old then Time, is he.

2

The waters, highly flowed,
And raisd their voice, oh Lord;
The seas, their furie showed,

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And, loud their Billowes roar'd:
But, God, in strength excelleth
Strong seas, & powrfull deeps;
With him, still, purenes dwelleth,
And, firm his Truth he keeps.

Psa. 94.

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The Church invokes Christ to come to Iudgment, in regard of the cruelty of her Oppressors; & shewes the cause of their folly, & presumption. &c. It serves to informe how ignorant carnall men are of the powre & waies of God; & may help to keep vs vndiscouraged, during their Insultings. &c.

[1]

Lord God, whose claime avengments are!
Thy selfe, the Iust Avenger, showe;
Thou judge of all, arise, draw near,
And, on the proud their meed bestowe.
For, Lord, how long alas, how long!
Shall sinners Ioye; in doeng wrong?

2

Despightfull words, their tongues have spoke,
Great braggs, the wicked have exprest;
Yea, Lord, thy people they have strook,
And thine Inheritance opprest:

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They, widdowes, & the stranger slay,
They, Orphanes vnto death betray.

3

For, God (say those) will never knowe;
This, Iacob's God shall never see.
Oh learne, (yee fooles) more wise to growe.
Yee people fond, more prudent be.
Cann, hee or deaf, or blinde be made,
From whome, both ears, & eyes you had.

4

He, to the Nations, ev'ry where,
Corrections & Instructions gives;
To scourg you (then) will hee forbear,
Who, all mens fruitles thoughts perceives?
They blessed are, whome Lord, thou chid'st,
And, they whome in thy Lawe thou guid'st.

5

Thou giv'st them rest, when mischeevs rage,
Till pitts prepar'd for Sinners be:
And, Lord, thy Flock, & Heritage
Shall never quite be left of thee.
In Iudgment, Iustice shall be shewed;
And, of all faithfull harts persued.

6

Who will with mee, lew'd men, resist?
Or, take my part against the badd?
Sure, God himself, doth mee assist;
My soul, had els bene silent made.
But, when I sayd, that fall I should,
Mee, Lord, thy grace did then vphold.

7

When many thoughts, opprest me much,
Thy comforts did my soul delight:
For, thou partakest not with such,
Whoe sentence give against the right;
Or such, as have the Iust withstood,
To death, condemning, guiltles blood.

8

But thou, oh Lord shalt me defend.
Thou art my God, my Rock my Fort,

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And, all the harmes my Foes intend,
Thou shalt vpon themselves retort;
Yea, for the guilt of their offence,
Thou, Lord our God, shalt root them hence.

Psa. 95.

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This Psalme exhorts to praise God, and warnes to harken to his voice whilst wee have tyme, lest (like our fore-Fathers) wee be deprived of his Rest, for our obstinacie. It should be often sung to remember vs, that wee embrace God's free grace, whilst it is offred.

[1]

To God our Saviour, lett's renewe
Our songs, with chearfull voice,
Our thanckfulnes before him shewe;
With Psalmes, in him rejoice.
For, God, the Lord most powrfull is,
The King of Gods is hee,
The earth's obscurest vales are his,
And, his, high mountaines be.

2

The seas, he made, they are his owne:

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Drie land, his Creature was;
Come, serve him then, & fall wee downe,
Before our Makers face.
He is our God, his flock wee are,
His pasture-sheep, are wee:
That, you his voice, may therfor heare,
More tender-harted be.

3

Not like your Fathers, when that in
The Desert, proov'd they were;
And tempted him, though they had seene,
His works of wonder, there.
Full forty years, they moov'd his wrath,
And, therfor, thus sayd hee;
A wandring hart, this people hath,
My waies, they will see.

4

And, I to them, in my iust rage,
Did by mine Oath protest;
That, none of all that froward age,
Should come within my rest.

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Psa. 96.

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UUee are herein exhorted, to sing & preach, the New-songs of the Gospell, to the praise of Christ our King. And (in regard, other Gods are but vanities) all nations are provoked to ioyne in praising him. &c. We should sing it to glorify Christ, for his powre, & his Truth, &c.

[1]

Come now, & in some New-indighting,
Blesse God (the world's Almightie King)
His Name's due praise, in songs reciting,
Of his Salvation, daylie sing.
His Fame, & works of admiration,
Yee people heed, yee Nations hear:
His powre deserves, high exaltation;
For, all the Gods, lesse dreadfull are.

2

The Gentiles Gods, are foolish fictions,
But our great God, did heav'n creat;
Powr, glory, praise, & all perfections,
Attend him, in his holy-feat.
To him, due praise, yee kindreds render;
Extoll his powre, his glory sing:
To God's great Name, fitt honours tender,
Approach his Courts, & offrings bring.

3

Within his house, with praise, professe him,
And, let him be adored there;
Let all the world, their God confesse him,
And, serve him with a holy feare.
Yea, to the Gentiles let them publish,
The Lord their King, & that his might
The wav'ring earth shall fast establish;
And, do the wronged people right.

4

Let heav'n & earth, with joy-excelling,
Reioice before him ever more;

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The seas, & all things in them dwelling,
The feilds, the woods, & all their store:
For, lo, the Lord, approcheth nearlie,
Behold, to judge the world he comes,
The wicked, he will judge serverely;
And, give the people righteous doomes.

Psa. 97.

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The soveraignty of Christ, with his comming to Iudgment; the Ioy which the faithfull shall conceive thereby, & the confusion which will fall on the wicked, is here foretold, &c. It may be mystically applied also, to our Saviours first comming: And may be sung, to stir vp our spirituall reioicing, in both his Advents.

[1]

The Lord is king; be therfor glad
Yee Lands & Iles, now this is known;
With Clouds & darknes, he is cladd,
And Truth & Iustice, gard his throne.
A burning flame before him goes,

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Wherewith, he shall consume his foes.

2

He, to the world his Glory shew'd,
And, earth beheld the same with fear;
Like waxe, hills melted, when they vew'd
The Lord (the world's great Lord) appear.
His Righteousnes, the heav'ns have showne;
His glories, are to all men knowne.

3

All Idoll servers, he destroies,
And, of all Gods will honor'd be.
It Syon gladds, & Iacob, ioyes,
His righteous doomes, to hear & see.
Above the highest hills he dwells:
And, all the Gods, he farr excells.

4

Hate sinn, yee Lovers of the Lord,
For, he his holie-ones, will save:
And, light & Truth, to those afford,
That, harts vpright, & faithfull have.
Yee saints therefore, record, confesse,
And, praise with Ioy, God's holines.

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Psa. 98.

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A Psalm. The whole world, is exhorted to sing the new songs of the Gospell, & the great powre & Victories, of Christ. It shewes also, how we ought to praise him. To these ends, we should vse it &c.

[1]

New songs, vnto the Lord indite;
For, mighty marvailes he hath done.
His Right-hand, hath prevaild in fight,
His holy Arme, the conquest wonn.
The Gentiles have in publike vew'd,
How iust & healpfull, he hath beene:
To Isr'el, Truth & Love he shew'd;
His Mercies, all the world hath seene.

2

Then, through the world his glory sing;
Sing praises, with triumphant voice:
To praise the Lord, the Psalt'rie bringe,
And on the Harp, with Psalmes reioice.
The Lord, the King, with mirth adore;
With Trump & Flute, this Ioye beginn;
Yee seas, with all your fullnes, roare;
Thou earth be glad, & all therein.

3

Before the Lord, your ioyes expresse,
Yee Flouds & hills: for, lo, he comes
To judge the world, with equalnes,
And, give the people, righteous doomes.

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Psa. 99.

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It magnifieth the royall dignity of Christ, & exhorts to feare, serve, & praise him, according to the example of Moses, Aron, & Samuel . UUe may use this, to informe vs, that wee & the Patriarks have but one, & the same, Christ our saviour.

[1]

The Lord is King, & he doth make
Betwixt the Cherubins, his throne:
Yee people fear, yee Kingdomes quake.
For, great in Syon, he is growne.
Or'e Nations all, himself he rais'd:
His Name is fear'd, & holy to.
Oh! let this powrfull king be prais'd,
For, he vprightly loves to do.

2

His powre delights in righteous waies;
With Iacob, he will justly deal.
The Lord our God, oh therfore praise,
And, at his holy footstool, kneel.
His Preist, with Moses, A'ron was;
And Samuel did invoke his Name:
These humbly sought the Lord for grace,
And, they from him, obtaind the same.

3

Hee, from the Cloudie-piller spake;
And on his words those men relide:
They, of his lawes did conscience make,

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And, God therfore to them replide.
Yea (though their errors, he did blame)
To them, he did his grace afford;
Oh, serve our God, & praise his Name;
For, sacred is, our God the Lord.

Psa. 100.

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A Psalme of praise. It commemorates two great Benifits: our Creation (which is common to all) & that Free Election, which is peculier to the Chosen Flock of Christ; & whereby, they have the Freedom of his pasturage, and of his protection. It is therfore vsefull, to praise God for the same.

[1]

Reioyce in God, yee Nations,
In chearfulnes, adore him;
With ioyfull acclamations,
Present your Selves before him:
For, God the Lord, did make vs,
No hand therein had wee;
He, for his flock doth take vs,
His Pasture-sheep wee be.

2

His Gates & Courts, possesse yee,
To thanck him, goe yee thither;

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His Name, with gladnes blesse yee,
And sing his praise togither:
For, God is kinde, for ever,
His grace, he freely daignes;
His Truth, will faile vs never,
For, endles, it remaines,

Another of the same.

[Oh! all yee Kingdomes, praise the Lord]

[1]

Oh! all yee Kingdomes, praise the Lord,
Before him, let your Ioy be showne:
With singing, let him be ador'd;
And, for your God, let him be knowne.

2

He made vs, & his owne wee be,
His Flock, & pasture-sheep wee are;
His Gates, & Courts, then, enter yee,
And, give him thancks, & praises there.

3

Yea, praise him, & his Name confesse:
For, in the Lord, all good resides;
His Mercies, & his Faithfulnes
Throughout all Ages, firme abides.

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Psa. 101.

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A Psalme of David. It personates Christ proposing the divine, morrall, political, & Oeconomical dutie of good Princes; & promising the execution there of, in his Kingdome & Famely. This is, indeed, the right singing of Mercy & Iudgmēt, & this Psalme is vsefull, at the Coronatiō of Kings, or when Magistrates, are admitted into their places .

[1]

Of Iudgment, & of Love to thee,
Now, Lord, a song I will indite;
Oh come! vnite thy selfe to me,
And, I will keep my waies vpright.
With perfect hart, my house I'le guide,
No wicked thinge, shall please mine eyes;
I'le those detest who turne aside,
And, all their deeds, I will despise.

2

No froward hart with me shall stay,
I will elect no wicked mate;
The slandrous tongue I'le cutt away,
High-lookes I shun, proude mindes, I hate,
But, through the land, to dwell with mee,
I will equire for men vpright;
And, those men shall my servants be,
Whose harts, in perfect waies delight.

3

No Cheater, shall with mee have place,
No Liers, in my sight shall stay;
And, from God's Land, I soone will chase,
And, root all wicked men away.

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Psa. 102.

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A prayer of the Afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the Lord. The Title shewes, it may properly be sung by the pore in spirit, who are afflicted, by the sight of their owne vnworthines &c. It containes, a confession, with a prediction of the benifits of the Gospell; & shewes the eternity of Christ's Kingdome.

[1]

Lord, mark my suite, receive my crie,
Be present at my need:
Thine eares to my complaints apply,
And, hear my suite with speed.
For, smoke-like, fumes my tyme away,
My bones are parcht with heat;
My wounded hart, dries vp like hay,
And, I forgoe my meat.

2

My panifull groanes, have made me leane,
And nought but skinn & bone;
I fare, ev'n like a Pelicane,
In deserts, left alone.
Yea, like the desert owle, am I;
And, watching, I have sate,
As when alone, on buildings high,
A Sparrow, wants her mate.

3

Mee, all day long, my foes revile,

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At mee, they frett, & swear:
And, Ashes are my bread the while;
My drinck, my Weepings are.
For, thou in wrath advanced'st me,
That, vile I might be made.
My dayes, like shades declininge be,
Like new-sprung grasse, I fade.

4

But, Lord, thy tymes, are without end,
All Ages thee record;
Now then, arise thou, & befreind
Afflicted Sion, Lord.
For, now the tyme to favour her,
Fullfilled is outright,
And, greeved all thy servants are,
To vewe her wofull plight.

5

That, Earthlie Kings, may stand in feare,
And, Princes dread thy Fame,
Build Syon's wall, & shew thou, there,
The glorie of thy Name.
Then, thou shalt hear all those that mourne,
Then, thou shalt healp the pore;
Which I'le record, that men vn-borne
May praise thee, Lord, therefore.

6

For, from thy holy-place, on high,
The world survayeng, then,
Thou, Lord, shalt hear the pris'ners cry,
And save condemned men:
Thy Name in Syon to declare;
And in Ierusalem;
(Where Nations all, Assembled are)
To shewe thy praise to them.

7

Short-liv'd, & weak, & ful of greefe,
Thou mad'st me, in my way;
But, Lord, at noonetyde of my life

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Remove me not I pray.
Thy yeares, through ages all extend,
Thy hands, long since, did frame,
Both heav'n and earth; yet, when they end,
Thou shalt remaine the same.

8

They old shall growe, as garments do,
And, be renew'd by thee:
Yea, thou, oh Lord, shalt change them so,
And, they shall changed.
But, from all Changes thou art free'd,
Thy yeares, for aye endure:
And, all thy servants, & their seed,
Shall bide in thee, secure.

Psa. 103.

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A Psalme of David. The Prophet, praiseth & exhorts to praise God, for many perticuler Benifits, magnifieng his Compassion, longfuffring, Iustice &c. & declares the frailty of man. &c. It is vsefull to magnify the manifold Mercyes which wee have receaved by Iesus Christ.

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[1]

Come praise the Lord; come praise his Name,
My soul, & all that is in mee.
My soul, come praise his holy Name,
And, of his favours mindfull be.
For, all thine errors he forgave;
He cur'd thy greefs, he clos'd thy wound;
Thy Life, he saved from the grave,
And, thee with tender mercies crown'd.

2

With Goodnes, he, thy mouth doth fill,
He like on Eagle, makes thee younge;
And, righteous Doomes he giveth still,
To ev'ry one that suffers wrong.
His waies to Moses he declar'd,
His deeds to Isr'el, he did showe;
And, kinde, & gratious is our Lord,
To mercy, prone; to Anger, slowe.

3

He, will not alwaies vs vprayd;
Nor, evermore displeasd is hee:
Nor, hath he soe our sinns repaid,
As, justly they deserve to be.
For, they that fear him, finde his grace,
Out-reach the spreadings of the skye;
And, he from vs, our sinns doth place,
As farr, as East from West doth lie.

4

He pitties them who fear his Name,
As fathers pitty their owne seed:
For, well he knowes our britle frame,
And, that from dust, wee did proceed.
Our tyme, is like the feild-bred-flowres,
Which, now doe make a goodly shewe;
Anon, some blast their forme devours,
And leaves no token where they grewe.

5

But, still there's mercy in the Lord,
For them, that awfull of him bee:

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To them, that keep, & minde his word,
His righteousnes, imputeth hee.
His Throne abone the heav'ns is rais'd,
And, over all, he beareth sway:
Of powrfull Angells, he, is prais'd;
They hear his voice, & him obay.

6

Let all his hoasts; his servants to,
Performe his will, and praise his name:
Yea, soe let all his creatures doe,
And oh! my soul; do thou the same.

Psal. 104.

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The Majestie, wisdome, & powre of God, in the Creation & preservation of all his Creatures, is here described, by excellent Metaphors . We may sing it to praise him, for making & preserving all things, to his owne glorie, & for our confortable vse. &c. The Title is; Halelujah .

[1]

Now, shall my soul to praise the Lord assay;
For, Lord my God! vnbounded is thy might:
With glories beames, thy self thou dost aray,

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And as with Robes, art cloth'd about, with Light.
Thou curtaine-like, the heav'ns abrode displayest;
And, in great flouds, thy chābers roofs thou layest.

2

The rowling Clouds, thy speedy Charrets are,
And winged windes, thy swift-pasd Coursers be;
Thy Messages, the glorious Angells beare,
And burning fires, like servants, waite on thee.
The Globe of Earth, so firmly thou hast grounded,
That none can shake the structur thou hast foūded.

3

As with a robe, wth flouds thou clothdst the same
And, then, the waves above the hills aspir'd:
But, at thy Check, soone downe againe they came,
And, when thy voice did thunder, back retir'd:
From lofty heights, by winding Vallies, tracinge;
They thither fel, where first they had their placing.

4

And, strongly there, thou boundest them about,
That they, no more, the world should overflowe;
Among the Dales, clear springs, thou sendest out,
Which run between the mountaines to & fro.
Thou drink from thence, to forrest heards convaiest
And, there, the thirst of Asses wilde, alayest.

5

Then by the Bancks of all those running Rills,
Among the boughs the, birdes make melodies:
Thou from above, with shewres bedew'st the hills,
And giv'st enough, all Creatures to suffice.
For Cattell, grasse, for man, thou herbs ordainest;
And, him with food, out of the earth sustainest,

6

From thence proceeds, the hart-reioicing-wine;
Refreshing oyle, from thence doth also flowe;
That pretious oyle, which makes the face to shine;
& bread, wherby man's hart more strōg may grow,
Thy Cedars tall, due moysture have not wanted;
Not they, which high, on Libanon, are planted.

7

The feather'd foules, their nests on thē do build,

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The lofty Firrs, are dwellings for the storke;
For clyming goats, the mountains, refuge yeald,
In craggy Rocks, the fearfull connies lurke.
The changing Moon, the tymes apointed showeth
The constant Sunn, his howr of setting knoweth.

8

Thou Darknes cal'st; so, night shutts vp the day;
And, then, abrode the Forresters do roame:
With roarings loud, the Lions hunt theyr prey,
And, vnto thee (oh God) for meat, they come.
The rising sunn, anon returneth hither
And, in their denns, they couch againe togither.

9

Then, man till night, afresh, his labour plies.
How many, be thy wondrous works oh Lord!
In ev'ry thing, thou art exceeding wise.
The spatious Earth, by thee is fully stor'd;
And, in the sea are many creatures dwelling,
Both great & small, whose number passeth telling.

10

There, sail the shipps, &, there thou didst creat
Leviathan, to sport vpon the Floud.
Thy Creatures all, from thee expect their meat;
And, that thou shouldst in season, give them food,
Which thou bestow'st; & they (the same receiving)
Are filld with Goodnes, of thy bounteous giving.

11

Thou hid'st thy face, & loe, they troubled are;
Thou stopt'st their breath, & lifeles dust they bee:
Againe, thou breath'st; & they reviv'd appear,
And, all the earth is new arayd by thee.
Oh! let the Lord, with honour still be named,
And, let him joy in that which he hath framed.

12

If with his eye, the earth he but survay,
The fearfull earth, doth tremble at his look;
If on the hills; he but a singer lay,
His very touch, doth make the hills to smoke.
And, whil'st my Life, or beeing, is enioyed,

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To praise my God my, tongue shall be employed.

13

Sweet thoughts of him, conceaved are in me;
And, in the Lord my hart shal ever ioye:
For, from his Land, the wicked rooted be;
And, he, will them, perpetually destroy.
Oh let his praise, for ever, be confessed;
Praise God my soul, & say: The Lord be blessed.

Psa. 105.

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Halelujah. It typically expresseth (by God's deliverances of the Iewes, & his Covenant with them) the spiritual League & graces, vouchsafed to us &c. We should therfor sing it, not only historically, but with a respect also, to the Covenant of grace, & his mercies, by Christ Iesus.

[1]

Come praise the Lord, invoke his Name;
To all men make his actions knowne:
In Psalmes of praise, sing forth his fame,
And, speak what wonders he hath done.
Let them, who seek the Lord, be glad,

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Let of his Name, their boast be made.

2

Oh search God's powre, & seek his face;
Still, minde what wonders he hath done:
Let all, that are of Abraham's race,
And Iacob's, his elected-one,
God's wondrous works, record with heed,
And, minde what he hath fore-decreed.

3

He, is our God, our mighty Lord;
His Iudgments through the world are spread:
He beares in minde, his promis'd word,
Vnto a thousand Ages made;
Ev'n that, which he to Abr'ham swore,
And vow'd to Isa'ck heretofore.

4

To Iacob, came the same decree,
In Isr'el to continue still;
To thee, & all thy seed, sayd hee,
The Land of Can'an give I will.
Yea, thus he spake, when fewe they were,
And, they themselves, meer strangers there,

5

When forraigners, they liv'd among,
(And, oft from place to place remoov'd)
He suffred none to do them wrong;
But, for their sakes, ev'n kings reproov'd.
My prophets, harme yee not, sayd hee;
Vntouch'd, let my Anointed be.

6

Then, he by dearth, their Land made pore,
And, did the staff of bread withhold;
But, Ioseph, he, first sent before,
Eu'n him, whome for a Slave they solde.
With fetters, there, his feet they pain'd;
And, him in irons, they detain'd.

7

But, when his Triall was decreed,
God's word, his innocence disclos'd;
The king did send, to have him freed,

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And by the prince, he was vnlos'd.
His cheef commander he was made,
To rule his house, & all he had.

8

Of all his Lords, he had command;
That he his Counsellers might guide.
Then, Isr'el came to Egipt land,
And, Iacob did with Cham reside:
And, so his Children thrived there,
That, stronger then his foes they were.

9

Whose hate, & fraudulent intent
When to his Folk, he well made knowne,
His servant Moses, then he sent,
And A'ron his Elected-one,
Who wrought great marvailes in his Name,
And wonders in the Land of Ham.

10

He darknes cal'd; & dark it grewe;
(For his commands were not withstood)
Throughout their Coast, their fish he slewe.
And chang'd their waters into bloud.
Vpon their land he froggs did bring
Which climb'd the chambers of the king.

11

He spake, & flies of divers formes,
And, lice through ev'ry quarter craw'ld;
Insteed of raine, he gave them stormes,
And, hayle, & lightnings forth he cald.
Which, downe, their vines, & figtrees brake,
And in their groves, great spoile did make.

12

The Locust came at his command;
And Caterpillers did abound:
The grasse they wasted from the land,
And ev'ry fruite, vpon the ground.
Then, he their Eldest-borne did smite,
The very prime of all their might.

13

His people, rich from thence he brought;

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Among his Tribes, no weaklings were:
All Egipt ioy'd when they went out;
For why? of them, they stood in feare.
A Canopy of Clouds they had;
To give them light, a fire he made.

14

The people askt, & quailes he gave,
With heav'nly bread, he filled them:
The Rocks likewise, for them he clave,
And through dry Lands he sent a Streame:
Because, to minde that promise came,
Which he had made to Abraham.

16

His people, & his chosen bands,
He brought away with loyfulnes,
To them, he gave the Gentiles lands,
And, they their labours did possesse:
That, they might mark what he decreed,
And keep his lawes, with carefull heed.

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Psa. 106.

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Halelujah. It commemorates the perversenes of the Iewes, in whome the humane Nature, was typified: therefore (changing the persons, to our selves.) We may sing it to set forth, God's Grace & long-suffring toward vs; Who have enioyed the same favours, & are guilty of the same perversenes.

[1]

Come praise the Lord, for wondrous good is he;
And, without end, his tender mercies are.
His powrfull Acts, by none cann vttred be:
His praises due, none fully cann declare.
They blessed are, that have true judgment heeded,
And in the paths of righteousnes prooceeded.

2

With such respect, let me remembred be,
As that, which to thy chosen thou dost bear:
Thy saving-health, vouchsafe thou vnto me;
And place me there, where thyne Elected are.
That, I may tast, the pleasures of thy Nation,
And partner be in all their exvltation:

3

Wee have amisse, like our fore-fathers done,
God's wondrous works, in Egipt moov'd not thē.
His mercies great, they never thought vpon,
But, at the Sea (the red-sea) vexed him.
Who, naitheles, them (for his namesake) spared;
That, his great powr, might be by them declared,

4

The Red-sea, then, was dride, at his command,
And, there, as through the desert, they do goe,
He, saved them from their oppressors hand,
And, them redeemd, from their stronghanded foe.
For, in the floud he overwhelmd their haters,
And, non of them, escaped from the waters.

5

Then, they beleev'd, & praisd him in a song;
But, soone his words, & works forgotten were:

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For flesh, ev'n in the Deserts, they did long,
And much provok'd the Lord's displeasure there,
Their brutish lust, with flesh, indeed, he served;
But therewithal, their lustful souls were sterved.

6

Their Campe, at Moses grudgd; & with despight
God's holy-one, e'vn Aron, did persue:
For which, the Earth did Swallow Dathan quite,
And, quick-devour'd, Abiram, & his crewe.
A sudden flame, their Congregation fired;
And, made an end of those that had conspired.

7

An Idoll then, in Horeb, they did raise;
A molten Calfe, as God, adored they:
And gave to God (their Glory, & their Praise)
An Oxes forme, that eateth grasse, & hay.
For God their Garde, nor for his powre they cared
In Egyipt, Cham, or at the sea declared.

8

God, therefore sayd, he quite had ruin'd them,
But that, his wrath by Moses was alayd.
The pleasant Land, likewise, they did contemn,
Beleeving not the words that he had sayd.
And, in their tents, their murmurs were a token,
They did nor hear, nor heed, what God had spokē.

9

Another tyme, his hand advance I was,
Them, in the Desert, to have overthrowne;
To mixe their seed, among the gentile-race,
And, scatter them, through many lands vnknowne,
Because, vnto Baal-peor, they had bowed;
And, fedd on meats, to lifeles Idolls vowed.

10

Yea, then, the Plague did fast among thē run,
Because their fault God's anger had encreast.
But, Iustice was by Phineas, timely done;
And, there vpon, that mischeef quickly ceast.
His righteousnes, therefore, shall be commended
Through Ages all, till Ages all are ended.

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11

At Meribath, they made him angry, to,
And, wroth likewise, with Moses, for their sake;
For, they provokt his humble spirit soe,
That, he, some words without advisement spake.
They did not slay their foes, as God forewarned,
But, mixt with such, and their ill customs learned.

12

Their Idol-Gods they serv'd; which proov'd a snare.
To Devills, they did sacrifize their seed:
They spilt the bloud of those that guiltles were;
Ev'n their owne sonns, & Daughters blood, they shed
To Canans Gods, for offrings, thē they killed;
And all the Land with bloody sinns defiled.

13

Thus, by their works, poluted they became,
And, whorishlie, persude what they deviz'd:
Which did Gods wrath against them so inflame,
That he therefore, his heritage despiz'd
For, them to serve the Nations he constrained,
And, over them, their Adversaries raigned.

14

Their Foes, opprest & brought thē verie lowe;
And then (though him their Courses did provoke)
He helped them, when they did helples growe;
And, when they cride, compassion on them tooke,
His Cov'nant, & his grace, to minde he called,
And succour'd thē, by those, who them enthralled.

15

Oh Lord our God! still, send vs healp frō thee,
That wee therfore may laud thy holy Name,
Divided from the Gentiles, let vs be,
To sing thy praise & trivmph in the same.
Let Isre'ls God, with praise be still confessed;
And, let al people say; The Lord be blessed.

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Psa. 107.

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Halelujah. It exhorts, to praise God, for his vniversall Grace; Acknowledgeth him, the deliverer of all men, in all places, and in all troubles; Confesseth him the Corrector, Orderer; and disposer of kingdomes, persons, & famelies, &c. It is vsefull both for temporall & spirituall blessings: for, by bodiey suffrings; spirituall miseries, are mystically signified.

[1]

Come praise the Lord, & thanckfully confesse,
That he is good, & gratious, without end,
Let those whome God redeem'd, his praise expers,
Ev'n those whome he did from their foes defend;
Collecting them, from East, & westerne Nations,
From Northern Clymes, & southern habitations.

2

In deserts wilde, & where no dwellings were,
They wandred on, with drought, & hunger, faint:
And, them he freed, from all destresses there,
When they to him, had vttred their complaint.
He ledd them on, in paths directly guiding
To Citties faire, whear they had safe abiding.

3

Oh! let men praise the goodnes of the Lord,
And publish out, his wonders to their seed:

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For, he to hungry men doth meat afford;
And, with good things, the longing soul doth feed.
He, those vnbinds, that are in fetters chained;
And in the bands, & shades of death detained.

4

The word, of God most high, they did reject,
And small account, of his advise they made;
With heat, & toile, he therfor did afflict
And cast them downe, when they no helper had.
But, in their need (when they againe complained)
He tooke away the greef, which they sustained.

5

Frō deaths black shades, he shew'd thē light some wais
And, all their bands, did quite asunder break;
Let all mankinde, therfore, his wonders praise,
And of his works, among their Children speake.
The brazen Gates, he crakt, & open sett them:
Their yron barrs he broke, & forth he fett them.

6

He plaugeth fooles, because they have transgrest;
And, for their sinns, they much afflicted are:
Their fainting soules, doe pleasant meats detest,
They to the gates of death approached near:
But, seeking God (when they were so oppressed)
From all their paines, & feares, he them released.

7

He sent his word, which did their greevāce heal,
Preventing so, their fall, which hastned on.
Oh let all men! God's goodnes, therfore tell,
And shewe their seed, what wonders he hath done,
Let them declare his works, with joyfull singing,
The sacrifize, of thanckfull praises, bringing.

8

They that in shipps, at sea employed are,
(And for their gaine to crosse the waves are bold)
May vewe the works of God-almighty there,
And in the deepes his wondrous deeds behold.
For, he but breaths, & streight a storm appeareth
Which vp aloft, the rowling billowes beareth.

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9

Now mounts to heav'n; anon, descēds the keel,
And they grow faint, with labour & with fear:
As druncken men, they stagger, & they reel;
And of their skill, they quite deprived are,
Then, to the Lord they cry, who them releases,
From all their feares, their dangers, & destresses.

10

For, he, the stormes, to gentle calmes cōvarts,
And, quiet then the raging sea, becomes;
Then they are joy'd; Then eased are their harts,
And, them he brings, to their desired homes.
Of these his works, let all men make relations,
And shewe his deeds, to future generations.

11

Oh sing his praise, where great Assemblies are,
And him, among your elders, glorify;
He deserts makes, where once great waters were;
He draines the springs of mighty Rivers drie.
And, from rich Lands, their fatnes, oft he taketh;
When by their sinn, her dwellers, him forsaketh.

12

The Deserts vast, he turnes to standing Lakes;
And springs convaies, to lands which barren were:
For hungry soules, a dwelling there he makes,
Who, for themselues do build a Citty there.
They sowe & plant, & reap the hoped blessing,
Both of their seed, & of their Vines encreasing.

13

He prospers them; & lo, they are encreast,
Their flocks & heards, do fatt & fruitfull grow.
Yet, otherwhile, he letts them be opprest,
And with great plagues, he, sometime, brings thē low,
He takes from kings, their princely estimation;
And, makes them stray, in pathles desolation.

14

But frō all greefs, the meek he still doth raise,
And, makes like flocks, his housholds to appear;
At sight thereof, the Iust will sing his praise,
And they shall dumbe be strook, that wicked are.

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All this, they mark; that have true wisdom learned:
And, God's great love, by them is well descerned.

Psa. 108.

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A song or Psalme of David. This is composed of the later parts of the 57. & 60 Psalmes; yet differs from both: for, those beginn with lamentations, & end with reioicings; but, this is wholy triumphant, & personates the Church praising God for her enlargment: &c. Wee may sing it, when the Church is released from some persecution, or her limitts extended farther &c.

[1]

My hart is sixt; & I, oh Lord,
Will in my songs, thy fame record,
And, with my tongue, sing praise to thee:
My Harp & Psaltry, are awake;
And, I, my selfe, will readie make

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To praise thee, where Assemblies be.

2

For, through the heav'ns thy Truth doth stretch;
Above the Sphears thy mercies reach.
Oh God! be still exalted high.
Thy praise, through heav'n & earth extend;
Let thy righthand, thy Dear defend,
And, still vouchsafe me thy replie.

3

For, as thy holy Voice declard,
With trivmphs, Sheehem I have sharde;
And, I have measur'd Succoth Vale.
Mine, Gilead & Manasseth are,
My head, mount Ephraim high doth bear,
In Iudah, stands my judgment Stall.

4

Proud Moab is my drugding slave,
My foot in Edom, fixt I have;
And, Palestine doth ioye in me.
For, who to Edom was my guide?
Or, to the Citty fortifide?
But, God of whome despisd were wee.

5

Oh God! who didst our hoasts forsake,
From vs, our greefs, thus, alwaies take;
For, man's vaine succours wee contemn.
Through God, wee valiant Acts have done;
Our foes, by him, are overthrowne:
And, he shall sett his feet on them.

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Psa. 109.

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To the cheef Musition a Psalme of David. It is applied vnto Iudas Acts 1. 20. and is it vsefull to terrify Gods Foes, & all Hypocrites, by shewing the Iudgments pronounced by the holy-ghost, against all such. But, let none abuse this, or any such like Psalmes, by repeating them in their owne quarrells, lest the Curses fall on themselves.

[1]

Oh God my praise! now silence breake;
For, wicked men that guileful be,
With open Iawes, against me speake,
And, with false tongues, have slandred mee.
With hatefull words they mee enclose;
Without all Cause, with mee they warr,
And for my Love, they are my foes:
Yet, for their weal, my prayers are.

2

For my goodworks, ill deeds I gett;
My love with hate, they do requite:
Or'e them therefore, some Tyrant set;
At his right-hand, let Sathan waite.
Let Iustice, them to death persue,
Account it sinn for them to pray:
Cutt short their dayes; & make them fewe:
Let others take their place away.

3

Keep fatherles, their Orphane-breed,
And, husbandles, their widdow'd wives;
Yea, Cause thou their accursed feed,
To begg & wander all their lives.
Their vncouth denns, let then forsake;

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To begg, what must their life sustaine:
Their labors, let oppressors take,
And, Strangers rob them of their gaine.

4

Let none regard, though they lament,
Nor pitty take on such a race:
But, quite away (in one descent)
Their of-spring, & their Name deface.
Let God, still, minde the guilt they drewe,
From both their parents, at their birth,
And, keep it allway's in his vewe,
Till they are nam'd no more, on earth.

5

For why, they no compassion shew'd,
To him that greev'd & pained lay.
But, they the needy foul persu'de:
The broken hart, they sought, to slay.
They Cursings Lov'd: let them be made
The part, therefore, of their just lot.
In Blessings, they no pleasures had;
And, therfor, they possesse them not.

6

With curses, they, themselves did clothe,
As with a gowne, or with a cloke;
Therefore, as oyle or water doth,
Through bones & bowells, let them soke;
Let Curses, them like Belts, inclose;
And, as their clothes, such men aray:
Ev'n thus, oh Lord, require my Foes
Who of my soul, amisse do say.

7

But, (for thy Name sake) save thou mee;
Deal wel with me, & mercy daigne:
For, wounded is my hart in mee;
And, I am pore, & full of paine.
I vanish like an Evening shade,
I, Locust like, am tost about:
My knees, are weake through fasting made;

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My flesh is leane, & wasted out.

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They, mee despise ev'n to my face,
And, scornfull nods, at mee they make.
Oh Lord my God! of thy meer grace,
To bring me help, now vndertake,
Make them to see, & then confesse,
That by thy hand I helped am;
Lord, though they Curse, yet do thou blesse,
And, let them rise, to see their shame.

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But, make oh Lord, thy Servants glad;
Whilst they, that my illwillers are,
With shame (ev'n their owne shame) are clad,
As if with Robes arayd they were.
My tongue shall praise thee then, therfore,
Confessing, where Assemblies be,
That God is Patron of the pore;
And, from false doomes, their soules doth free.

Psa. 110.

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A Psalme of David, It is literally of Christ, Math. 22.

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& it mentioneth, the Deity, Humanity, Soveraignety, Preisthood, Powre, Conquests, Passion, & Resurrection of the Messiah . We may sing it with respect to those perticulers.

[1]

Vnto my Lord, the Lord, thus spake,
Sitt downe at my right hand;
And, of thy foes, I'le footstooles make,
Whereon thy feet shall stand.
The Lord, shall out of Syon bring,
The scepter of thy might;
And, over them thou shalt be king,
Who now resist thy right.

2

On thy great Day, in serving thee,
Men, willing mindes will shewe;
And, from the wombe, thy birth shall be,
As is the morninge dewe.
The Lord, hath sworne, (& will nor check,
Nor change the word he swore)
Thou art, (as was Melchizedek)
A preist, for evermore.

3

The Lord, shall smite when wroth he growes
Great kings, at thy righthand.
The Gentiles judge, &, slay his foes
Which are in ev'ry land.
The heads of kingdomes he shall slay;
And, as he passeth-by,
Shall drinck the Torrent in the way,
And, raise his head on high.

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Psa. 111.

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Halelujah. It praiseth God, for his miraculous works, his wisdome, Mercy, Iustice, & for the Covenant of his Grace &c. It may be sung to continue in vs, the fear of God, & to praise him for his benifits; especially, for our Redemption.

[1]

With all my hart, God's praise I'le sing,
Where saints assembled are.
For, they, God's works to minde will bring,
Who, love to them doe bear.
Most famous deeds, the Lord hath done,
His Iustice, hath no ends:
His works are worthy to be knowne,
His bounty, farr extends.

2

All them that feare his Name, he feeds;
His League he thinks vpon;
And, for his folke, by wondrous deeds,
The Gentiles Realmes he wonn.
His hands, have Trurh & Iustice, wrought;
His precepts, all, are sure;
With Truth & Iudgment, fully fraught,
For ever to endure.

3

God sent, and hath his Flock redeemd,
His Leagues eternall are:
His Name is rev'rently esteem'd;
And, full of holy-feare,

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The feare of God, is Wisdome's gate;
And, therefore wise is he,
Who seekes to enter in thereat:
His praises, endles be.

Another of the same.

[Al praise to God, my hart now render shall.]

Al praise to God, my hart now render shall.
Before the Iust; of him I'le mention make,
Confessing that his wond'rous Actions, all,
Deserve that wee should pleasure in them take.
Exceeding great, his glorious deeds appear,
From age to Age, his Iustice doth extend;
Growne famous, all his glorious workings are,
His Bounties, & his Mercies have no end.
In feeding such as feare him, he is free;
Kept firme, his promise is, from age to age.
Long since, that so, his Folk his powr might see,
Made were, the Gentiles lands their heritage.
Nor Truth nor Iustice passe, but from his hand.
Of all his lawes, the firme fullfillings, be,
Provided soe; that, they shall ever stand
Quit, from all wrongs, & from all falshoods, free,
Redeemer of his people, he became.
So firme a League likewise, he did ordaine,
That, he hath fixt, & fortifide the same,

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Vnchangably, for ever to remaine.
With holines & feare, he clothes his Name:
Yea, Wisdome's first foundation is his fear.
Right wise are they, that well observe the same:
And such, from Age to age, commended are.

Psa. 112.

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Halelujah. It mentions many priveledges & properties of the Elect; & shewes, that the wicked (for their greater vexation) shall behold their happines &c. It is a consolatory Hymne; and serves to keep vndiscouraged, those whoe are exercised by the skoffs & prosperities of worldlings.

[1]

Who on Gods lawe his love doth place,
And, feareth him, right blest is hee:
God, will on earth advance his race,
And, blest his faithfull seed shall be.
His house with plenty shall be dight,
His Iustice, shall not be confinde;
In darknes, he shall still have light,
For, he is meek, & just, & kinde.

2

The righteous lends, & helps the pore,
His dealings, he discreetly weighes;
His fame, abides for evermore,
And in a state vnchangd, he staies.
He starts not, evill Newes to heare.
On God, his hopes & muzings be.
His hart is fixt, & will not fear
Till on his foes, his wish he see.

3

He, on the pore, doth Almes bestowe,
And, alway just, he doth abide.
For which, his horne shall powrfull growe,
And, with renowne be dignifide.
Which, when vngodly men perceave,

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They shall, through envy & despight.
Growe furious, gnash their teeth, & greeve.
And, loose thir hopes, & longings quite.

Another of the same.

[All they that fear the Lord, attaine to blisse]

All they that fear the Lord, attaine to blisse;
Because, that, such delight God's will to doe.
Conferd on them, shall honors be, for this,
Deriving to their seed, great blessings to.
Encreasing wealth, their houses, full shall fill.
For aye, the Iustman's righteousnes remaines.
Great light, on him, in darknes beameth still.
He righteous is, & kinde, & Mercy daignes.
If need require he lends, & gives besides.
Kept streight are all his waies, by prudent care.
Layd fast his groundworke are; & firme he bides.
Made endles, his memorialls (likewise) are.
No fears he feels, though evill Newes there be;
On God with fixed hart he doth relie:
Puts trust in him; not shrincking, till that hee
Quite overthrowne doth all his foes espie.
Releef among the pore bestoweth he;
So keeping, still, his dealings, all, vpright,

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That, him advanc'd, Vngodly men shall see;
Vex, gnash their teeth, & loose their lôgings quite.

Psa. 113.

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Halelujah. It magnifieth God for his great love to mankinde both in generall, & perticuler. But, cheefly for extending his Church so vniversally; for raising us from the dunghills of corrupted Nature, to the thrones of Grace; & for taking away our spiritual sterrillity, &c. The vse appears,

[1]

Yee servants of the Lord,
With praise, Gods Name, adore;
The Name of God the Lord,
Blesse, now & evermore.
Oh sing his praise!
Through ev'ry place, which in his race.
The Sunn, survaies,

2

All nations, fear his powres,
His glory mounts the sky.
There is no God like ours:
No other Lord, so high.
Yet, he doth bowe,
All things to see, that in heavn be:
Or Earth belowe.

3

The pore, from ground he fetts,
From dyrt, the meek, he brings;
And, them with kings he setts,
Ev'n with his peoples kings.
And, her that had
A barren wombe; he, made become
A mother glad.

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Another of the same.

[Praise yee the Lord, & blesse his Name]

[1]

Praise yee the Lord, & blesse his Name;
Yea, now & ever blesse the same,
Yee servants, of the Lord our God.
For, from the Sunns ascending place,
Ev'n to the vtmost of his race,
His Name's due praise, is fam'd abrode.
Or'e Nations all, yea, or'e the Sphears,
The Lord our God, his glory rears,
And, never was his equall found.
For, though his dwelling he on high,
He doth beholde with humbled eye,
All things in heav'n, & on the ground.

2

The pore, from dust & mire he brings,
To sit with Princes, & with Kings;
Ev'n of his people to be King.
And, he, a joyfull mother made
Of her, that erst no children had.
Vnto the Lord, oh therefor sing,
To God the Father, To the Sonn,
And holy-Ghost, (those, three in one
And, that eternall One in three)
All glory bee, for ever more;
All powre & praise, as heretofore,
Ascribed, now & ever be.

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Psa. 114.

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By alluding to the deliverance from Egipt, to the driving back of Iordan & the Redsea, to the trembling of Sinay, & forcing waters from hard rocks; our spirituall deliverances, & Reformations, are typified. Therfore, our Church vseth this Psalme, as proper for Easterday.

[1]

When Isr'el, brought from Egipt was
And, Iacob from a forraigne tongue,
In Iudah was his holy place,
To him, did Isre'ls rule belong.
The Sea saw that, & fledd away,
Ev'n Iordan also, backward slipt.
The mountaines then, like Rams did play;
Like Lambes, the lesser hillocks tript.

2

Thou sea, what made thee so to fly?
Why didst thou, Iordan, backward goe?
Why daunc't like Rams the mountaines hye?
Yee hills, like Lambs, why tript yee so?
Shake earth, at presence of the Lord,
When Iacob's God is present, shake;
For, he, from Rocks, a standing Ford,
And, fountaines, in the flints doth make.

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Psal. 115.

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The Faithfull desire that al honor may be ascribed to God alone; & that their foes may not blaspheamously question his powre. Then, in the name of heathen Idolls, & their worshippers, reprooves the vanity of all those assistances whereon carnall men rely &c. It is vsefull when false worshippers blaspheame God, by reason of our affliction &c.

[1]

Not ours the glory make,
Lord, give not vs the fame:
But, for thy Truth & Mercy sake,
Ascribe it, to thy Name.

2

To say, where is their God!
Why should the Gentiles dare?
Since, he in heav'n hath his abode,
And, works his pleasure there?

3

Men's hands, their Idolls, make;
They, gold & silver be:
Possessing mouthes that cannot speake
And, eyes that cannot see.

4

Their eares are senseles to;
Their nostril smelleth not:
Their hands & feet, nor feel, nor goe;
No breath is in their throte.

5

All they, whoe those adore,
(Or forme them) like them be:
In God, let Isr'el trust therefore,
For, their defence is he.

6

On God, preserving them,
Let Aron's house depend:
Let those, who feare him, trust in him;
For, he will such defend,

7

God, will remember vs,

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And, on vs, Mercy showe.
On Isr'el, & on Aron's house,
He, blessings will bestowe.

8

He prospers great & small,
That, fear of him professe:
You & your seed, likewise, he shall
Still, more & more, encrease.

9

Of God, you blessed be
Who made both earth & heav'n:
The heav'n of heav'ns, inhabits, he
And, earth, to men hath given.

10

Lord, none cann thee adore.
Who dead, & silenc't are:
But, I, both now & evermore,
Thy praises will declare.

Psa. 116.

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The Faithfull professe affection to Christ; Acknowledg their condition, both by Nature & Grace; encourage others to trust in Gods favour; & resolve the same in them selves.

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We may sing it, when, after some great Affliction or temptation, wee are comforted, & sensible of our present, & passed estate &c.

[1]

I love the Lord; for, hee an eare
To my complaints doth give:
And, since he pleaseth me to hear,
I'le seek him, whil'st I live.
The feares of death, enclosd me round;
Hell torments, mee enthrald.
But, still, when paind my self I found,
On God's great Name, I cal'd.

2

Preserve my soul, oh Lord, I sayd;
For, thou art full of grace.
Iust, kinde, & ev'ry pore man's ayde.
My healp, when greev'd I was.
My soul, to this thy refuge fly;
For, God is thy larg meed.
From death my soul; from teares, mine eye;
From falls, my feet he freed.

3

I shall, with God, enioy my life
Where livinge men abide.
This I professe, with firme beleif,
Though I was terrifide.
Yea, though iu rashnes I did say,
That all men liers were;
What for thy guifts I should repay,
Now, Lord, my questions are.

4

Thy Cupp of saving-health I'le take.
Vpon thy name, I'le call;
And of my vowes, I'le payment make
Before thy servants all.
Thy saints, their deaths, & suffrings, be
Right pretious in thine eye.
Oh Lord, thy servant serving thee,

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Thy handmayds Childe, am I.

5

My fetters all, thou brak'st away,
And, I, oh Lord, therfore,
The sacrifize of thancks will pay;
And, thy great Name adore.
To thee, oh Lord, I'le pay my vowes,
Where thy Assemblies be;
Ev'n in the Courts of Gods owne house
Ierusalem, in thee.

Haleluiah.

Psa. 117.

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This is the least Psalme; but it hath respect vnto the greatest Mysterie. For it provokes all Nations to praise God, for extending his grace to the whole world, as appeares, Rom. 15. We should sing it to praise God for his Vniversal Grace.

God's praise, yee Nations all declare;
The Lord, yee people all adore:

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For, large to vs, his Mercies are,
His Truth endures for evermore.

Haleluiah.

Psa. 118.

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This Psalme Christ applied vnto himself. Math 24. For, he is that Corner-stone here mentioned. Here also are mistically touched vpon, his Passion, Resurrection, & sonne other Evangelicall Verities. It is therefore vsed by our Church, as proper for Easterday .

[1]

The Lord is good, him therfor blesse;
And, for his Grace that faileth never.
Let Isr'el also, now confesse,
His Mercy doth abide for ever.
Yea, let the house of Aron say,
His Mercies have no ending day.

2

Let all, who fear him, publish out,
His Mercies that eternal be:
For, when at need, his healp I sought,
Hee, heard my plaint, & sett me free:
And, since the Lord, is thus mine Aide
Of man, I cannot be afraid.

3

My helpers, God's assistance have;

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And, I perceave it on my Foes.
More safe it is God's help to crave,
Then on man's healping to repose,
Yea, faith in God, more safety brings,
Then to rely on mighty kings.

4

All nations, seige to mee did lay,
But, in Gods Name, I them destroyd;
They me beleaguer'd ev'ry way,
But, in Gods Name, I them destroy'd.
As Bees, they compast me about,
Like fire in thornes, soone in, soone out,

5

I soone destroy'd them in Gods Name,
For, when they sought to do, me wrong,
The Lord, my gratious ayde became,
My strength, my health, my ioyfull song.
And, in his house, the Iust may sing,
What God's right-hand to passe did bring.

6

For, God's right-hand is lifted high,
Greats things the Lords right-hand hath wrought;
And, from the Grave escap'd am I
To tell, what God to passe hath brought,
For, though he sore afflicted me,
Yet, he from death did sett me free.

7

Of Righteousnes, vnclose the gate,
That, I God's praises may expresse:
This Gate is God's; yea, this is that,
By which the Righteous have accesse,
And, him I'le praise, for it is hee,
That heares, & healps, & saveth me.

8

That's now the cheefest Corner stone,
Which once the builders did despise,
It was the work of God, alone,
And, seemeth wondrous in our eyes.
This is the day the Lord hath made;

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Come, let vs all, therein be glad.

9

Save Lord; oh save vs, Lord, wee pray;
Blesse him, that commeth in thy Name.
That, from his house God blesse vs may,
We pray, & much desire the same.
For, God's the Lord, by whome our sight
Obtaines the Vision of his Light.

13

With Cords the Sacrifices binde;
Them, to the Aulters Corners, tye.
Thou art my God, whose praise I'le minde;
My God, whome I will glorify.
Oh! praise the Lord, for, great is he,
And, without end his Mercies be.

Psa. 119.

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This Psalme consisteth of many exhortations, promises, prayers, complaints, consolations, directions, Resolutions, & thancksgivings; varciously intermixt, according to the Churches various Occasions: & principally informes, that God's word is the Rule of Life, &c.

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Alaph. 1.

[1]

Hee's blest, that in the perfect way
Of God's pure Lawe hath trod
Who doth his Testaments obay,
And, wholy seeketh God.
For, such will take no ill in hand,
Nor, from his Pathway swarve,
But, Lord, as thou dost give command,
Thy Precepts, they observe.

2

Would God! my waies were so direct
That keep thy Lawes I might.
For, whilst I thy Commandes respect
On mee, no shame cann light.
With vpright hart, thee praise I will,
When, learn'd thy Iudgments be;
And, then I will thy Lawes fullfill;
Therefore, forsake not mee.

Another of the same.

All those are blest that in a blameles way,
Have by the Lawe of God their feet confinde,
As blest are those, that his Decrees obay,
With all their harts; desiring him to finde.

An evill act, they never take in hand,
Nor frō Gods Pathway, shall their footing swarve
Wee, likewise, are inioyn'd by thy Command,
That wee, thy Precepts, duely should observe.

Ah! therefor, would my wayes were guided so,
That, all thy Statutes, well observe I might.
For, if thy Lawes, I have regard vnto,
No shame at all, on mee shall then alight.

And, when thy righteous Iudgments I have learn'd
With hart sincere, I'le sing thy praise therefore,
To keep thy Lawes, I will moreover learne.

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Oh! then, forsake me not for ever more.

Beth. 2.

[1]

How cann youth's pathway cleansed be
But by thy word, oh Lord?
With all my hart, I seek to thee,
Oh! guide mee by the word.
I'le keep thy Lawe, with all my hart,
That I displease not thee.
Oh Lord (that alway blessed art)
Thy Statutes, teach to mee.

2

To preach the Iudgments of thy Mouth,
My lipps I will employ.
For, in thy Testimonies, truth;
As, in great wealth, I ioye.
Vpon thy Lawes, & VVaies, alone,
My thoughts, & Love are sett.
Thy Statutes, my delight is on:
Thy UUord, I'le not forget.

Another of the same.

By what, may yongmēs wayes made blameles be;
But, by their taking heed vnto thy UUord?
With all my hart, I have desired thee.
From thy Commands, let me not wander, Lord.

By layeng vp thy VVord within my hart,

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To keep me from offending thee I thought.
Oh Lord my God, thou alwaies blessed art,
Vouchsafe, to me thy Statutes may be taught.

Betweene my lipps, I oft have sounded forth
The Iudgments of thy mouth; and I have deem'd
Thy Testimonies path of greater worth
Then riches are, (by others most esteem'd)

Both on thy sacred Precepts I do muse,
And, ever, to thy UUaies have borne respect.
Thy Statutes, as my pleasures I will vse;
And, Lord, they word, I never will neglect.

Gimel. 3.

[1]

Lord, grace thy servant so, that he
May live, & keep thy VVord.
The wonders of thy Lawe to see,
Enlight mine eyes oh Lord.
A stranger here on earth, I, am;
Thy Precepts let me knowe.
My soul, with longings, faint became,
Thy Iudgments, love I so.

2

Their Cursed pride thou hast contrould,
Who from thy Lawes do swarve:
But, shame & scorne, from mee withhold,
For, I thy Truth observe.
Enthroned Princes mee reproov'd,

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Yet, on thy Lawes I thought.
Thy Testimonies I have lov'd:
To mee they Counsell taught.

Another of the same.

Confer such Bountie on thy servant Lord,
That to fulfill thy Lawe, survive I may:
That, I may see the wonders of thy UUord
Vnclose, likewise (Oh Lord) mine eyes I pray.

Consid'ring that on earth I am a stranger,
Hide not from me the knowledge of thy Truth.
My soul, to leave the body is in danger,
Shee so desires the Iudgments of thy mouth.

Controld thou hast, the Cursed pride of them
Who from thy iust Commandements have swarved.
Remoove away their scornes who mee contemn;
For, I thy Testimonies have observed.

Contested with, by Princes, I have binn:
Yet, I thy servant, on thy Statutes muse.
Thy Testimonies, my delights are in,
And, them to be my Counsellers I chuse.

Daleth, 4.

[1]

According to thy word, now chear,
My soul, which lowe is brought.
My life's Confession, thou shalt heare,
Let mee thy Lawe, be taught.
Mee, in thy way appointed, set:

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And, I'le they works record.
Greef tires my soul, oh comfort it,
According to thy word.

2

Me, from the path of Lies, remoove,
And, by thy Lawe, direct.
For, I the waies of Truth do love;
Thy Iudgments, I affect.
Disgrace me not, for, firme I stand,
To what thou hast decreed:
And, I will runn at thy Command,
When thou my hart hast freed.

Another of the same.

Declined is my soul, ev'n to the ground;
Oh quicken mee, according to thy word.
My waies I shew'd, & I thine answere found;
Thy Statutes, also, teach to mee oh Lord.

Disclose to me thy Testimonies path,
And, of thy wondrous works my talke shall be.
My life consumes, because much greef it hath;
According to thy UUord, establish mee.

Divide mee from that Path which liers love,
And gratiously vouchsafe to mee thy Lawe.
The way of Truth, is that which I approve;
And, of thy Iudgments, I do stand in awe.

Distrustfull of thy word I never grewe,
Permit me not, oh Lord, to be disgrac't,
The way of thy Commands I will persue,
As soone at thou my hart enlarged hast.

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He. 5.

[1]

Shewe mee thy Truth, & from that way,
I never will depart,
Teach mee thy Lawes; & them, for aye,
I'le keep with all my hart.
Thy Statutes Paths, to mee declare;
For, I delight theron.
To love thy VVord, my hart prepare,
And, Avarice to shunn.

2

From folly, turne mine eyes, oh Lord,
And, keep mee in thy way.
Confirm thy Servant in thy VVord,
That, so, I fear thee may.
Because thy Iudgments gratious be,
My feared shame remove.
And, in thy Statutes quicken me,
For, Lord thy Lawes I love.

Another of the same.

Eternall God, thy Statutes teach to mee,
That til their end, I may fulfill them all,
To keep thy Lawe let me instructed be,
And, I with all my hart, observe it shall.

Enable me, to keep each Lawe of thine,
Because, that in their path, I pleasure take,
My hart vnto thy Testaments, incline,
That so, all Avarice I may forsake.

Estrange mine eye, from Obiects that are vaine,
And, let mee be revived in thy Path.
Thy word, to mee thy servant, now make plaine
Who, to thy fear, him self devoted hath.

Expell thou far away, the shame I fear:

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For, just, & good (oh Lord) thy Iudgments be.
See, what my longings for thy Precepts are,
And, in they righteousnes, revive thou mee.

Vau. 6.

[1]

Thy loving ayde, vouchsafe mee still,
As thou hast promis'd, Lord:
So, I my scorners answere will;
For, I beleeve thy word.
Since, on thy Iudgments I rely,
Oh! do not, Lord, with drawe
Thy VVord of Truth; & then, shall I
For ever keep thy Lawe.

2

Now I to seek thy way, am bent,
I cann with freedome walke
And, I will of thy Testament,
To Kings, with boldnes talke.
In thy Commands, I will delight:
For, I have them approov'd.
I'le minde thy word, & keep aright
Thy Lawes, which I have lov'd.

Another of the same.

Fvfill thy promisd word, & favour daigne;
Yea, grāt thou mee thy saving-health oh Lord!

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So, I shall make replies to them, againe,
Who flout at me, because I trust thy word.

Firme trust, vnto thy Iudgments, Lord I have,
Therefor, to leave thy Truth permit me never:
But, make me to thyne Ordinances cleave;
And, keep thy Lawes, for ever & for ever.

Free, shall my walkings be, & vncontrould;
Because thy precepts are belov'd of me.
Thy Testaments, to kings I will vnfold,
And, of the same, no whit ashamed be.

Full dearly, I have loved thy commands;
And, they my most affected pleasures prove.
I'le in thy precepte, exercise my hands,
And, muse vpon thy Lawes; for, them I love.

Zain. 7.

[1]

That promise keep, which thou hast made,
Thy servant's hope to be.
From thence (in greefs) I comforts had:
Thy word, revived mee.
Though my disgrace, the proud have sought,
Vnto thy Lawe I clave.
Vpon thy Iudgments past, I thought:
And, ear to them I gave.

2

Of sinners, who thy Lawe forsake,
I am in greevous feare.

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Yet, where my Pilgrim-Inn, I take,
My songs, thy Precepts are.
I kept thy Lawe, & on thy Name,
I mus'd when many slept.
And, thus to passe, oh Lord, it came,
Because thy Lawe I kept.

Another of the same.

Give heed vnto that UUord, which thou hast sayd;
That UUord which thou didst make my hope to be.
For, thence in my Afflictions I have ayde:
It is thy UUord that still reviveth mee.

Growne quite despis'd I was, in proudmens eyes,
And, yet, I from thy Lawe, declined not.
Thy Iudgments, past, did in my thought arise;
And Lord, from them, I consolation got.

Great horrors have surprized me, because,
The wicked from thy precepts have gone wrong,
And, in my house of Pilgrimage, thy Lawes,
And, thy Commandements, have beene my song.

Good Lord! I mention of thy Name have made,
Ev'n in the night; & I thy Lawe have kept.
And, ev'ry profitable thing I had;
Because, I from thy Precepts, have not stept.

Chith. 8.

[1]

I vow'd oh Lord, to keep thy UUord,
For, thou my portion art.

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Thy promis'd Mercies now afford;
I begg them with my hart.
I turned to thy Testaments,
When I had scann'd my waies;
In keeping thy Commandements,
I vsed no delaies.

2

By troups of sinners, robd I was:
Thy Lawes, yet, minde I still.
And, that thy Iustice I may praise,
At midnight, rise I will.
Whoe e're dreads thee, & keeps thy word,
Shall my Compainon be.
Thy Mercy fills the world, oh Lord,
Oh! teach thy Lawes to mee.

Another of the same.

How that thou art my portion, Lord, I sayd,
And, I to keep thy Lawe have made a vowe,
With all my hart, I for thy grace have prayd.
According to thy VVord, have mercy now.

Here, I have called vnto minde thy waies,
And, turn'd my feet vnto thy Testaments.
Yea, I have ready bene, without delayes,
In executing thy Commandements.

Huge Troupes of wicked men have robbed mee:
Yet, still thy Precepts, in my hart I bear.
At midnight, I will rise, & sing to thee,
Because thy Iudgments, true & righteous are.

Here, I have gain'd the fellowship of those,
Who stand in fear of thee, & keep thy VVord.
Throughout the world, thy tender-Mercy flowes.
Let me be train'd in all thy Statutes, Lord.

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Teth. 9.

[1]

Thy servant, Favour hath receiv'd
According to thy word.
And, thy Commands I have beleev'd,
Therfore instruct me, Lord.
Though till my troubles, I mis-trod,
Thy VVord, I follow now.
Thy Precepts, teach to mee, oh God:
For, Good, & kinde, art thou.

2

Thy Lawe, with all my hart I seek;
Though, mee the proud belye.
Their harts are fatt, (ev'n Brawner-like)
But, lov'd thy Lawes, have I.
Now, I have learn'd thy Statute's Truth,
My Cares, I blessings deem:
And, I the Precepts of thy Mouth,
Above all wealth esteem.

Another of the same.

In all things, to thy Servant thou art just,
According as thy UUord, oh Lord, hath showne:
Since, therefor, to thy Covenant, I trust,
Thy Iudgmēts, & thy Truth, to mee make knowe.

If that, I had not bene, by sorrowes crost,
I, still had err'd: But, now I keep thy VVord.
Most Good thou art, & all is well thou dost:
Therefore, thy Statutes teach to mee, oh Lord.

I, by the proud, have greatly bene belide;

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Yet, still, I keep thy Lawe within my brest:
Their hart (with fat) like brawne is stupiside;
But, with delight, thy Lawe hath mee possest.

It is my weal, that I afflicted was;
For, by that meanes, thy Statutes, now, I heed.
That Lawe of thine, which from thy mouth did passe,
Great sums of gold, & silver doth exceed.

Iod. 10.

[1]

To learne thy Lawe, instruct mee, Lord,
For, mee thy hands have made:
So, when they see mee trust thy word,
Thy servants will be glad.
I knowe thy Iudgments righteous are;
And all thy Stripes are Love.
Now, let thy grace, thy servant chear
And, true, thy UUord approve.

2

I love thy Lawe, grant mee therfore,
Thy grace, that live I may,
Defame the proud, who wrong mee sore;
For, I thy VVord obay.
Who knowes thy VVill, & feareth thee,
All such to mee convart:
And, in thy Lawes, lest sham'd I bee.
Lord, rectify my hart.

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Another of the same.

Kindle the knowledge of thy Lawe in mee.
For, by thy hands, I fashion'd was, oh Lord,
Thy servants will reioice, my face to see,
Because, I have relied on thy word.

Knowne, well, thy Iudgments are, to be vpright.
And, Lord, on mee thy stripes in love thou laydst.
Oh, make thy Tender-mercies my delight,
And comfort mee, as in thy VVord thou saydst.

Kinde, let mee finde thee Lord; that I may live:
Because contentement in thy Lawe I finde.
Defame the Proud, who me vniustly greeve;
For on thy Precepts, I employ my minde.

Keepe those who thee do feare, & know thy UVill,
That they may be converted vnto mee.
And in thy Lawes, my hart confirme thou, still,
That from disgrace, I may preserved bee.

Caph. 11.

[1]

My soul, for succour panting lies.
Yet, is thy word my stay.
I seek thy Truth with longing eyes,
Oh Comfort mee, they say.
I, like a smoke-dride botle seeme;
Yet, on thy Lawe, I thought:
Summ vp my dayes, & iudge all them,

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That have my ruine sought.

2

For mee, the Proud sunck pitts, which be
Forbidden by thy Lawes:
Thy VVords are true, oh save thou mee,
Persu'de without a Cause.
Quite from the Land, they drove me nigh,
Yet, to thy Lawes I cleave.
Oh chear mee, by thy grace, that I
Thy VVord may never leave.

Another of the same.

Lord, for thy healp my longing soul doth pant,
And, on thy Promise al my hopes do lye.
Mynes eies do faile, because thy VVord I want,
Come comfort mee, with speaking looks, they crie.

Like botles in the smoke, I do appear,
Yet, still, thy Statutes minded are of mee.
How long shall I thy servant suffer hece!
Thy Iudgments, on my foes, oh, let mee see.

Lo, for my life, the proud deep pitts have made,
Such as thy Lawe forbiddeth to prepare.
They mee persued, though no cause they had;
Oh helpe; for all thy Precepts, faithfull are.

Long since, my ruine they had nigh contriv'd:
I, naitheles, thy Statutes did not leave.
Let mee by thy compassion be reviv'd.
And, to thy Testimonies, I will cleave.

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Lamed. 12.

[1]

Thy VVord, in heav'n remaines for aye;
Thy Truth shall still abide.
The earth, so firmely thou didst lay,
It cannot swarve aside.
Thy Lawes keep ev'ry thing vpright;
For, all, thy servants be.
But that thy VVorde was my delight,
My Cares had ruin'de mee.

2

I will not from thy Truth decline;
For, life to mee it brought,
Oh save thou mee; for I am thine;
And, thy Decrees, have sought.
Though sinners do my spoile intend,
Thy VVord, in minde I bear.
Of all good works I see an end;
But, large thy precepts are.

Another of the same.

Made firme in heav'n, thy promise is, oh Lord,
And, shall for ever, & for ever, last.
Thy Faith fullnes, all ages will record,
For as earths globe, the same thou fixed hast.

Most firme to thy Decrees thy works do stand,
And, all things as thy servants, wait on thee.
But, that I pleasure take in thy Command,
My sorrowes, long e're this, had ruin'd mee.

My hart shall never from thy Lavves decline;
For, I, by them, to life againe, was brought.
Vouchsafe to succour mee, for I am thine:
And, after thy Commandements have sought.

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Much waiting, hath among the wicked bene,
My fall to see; but, I thy Statutes minde.
Of all perfections, I an end have seene,
Save of thy Lawe; which cannot be confinde.

Mem. 13.

[1]

In thy Commands I pleasure take,
My dayly thoughts they bee;
Mee, wiser then my foes they make,
And, still, remaine with mee.
More, learne I from thy Statutes, then,
My Teachers vnderstand.
And, wiser am, then aged men,
By keeping thy Command.

2

My feet, from evill waies I kept,
That keep thy Lawe I might.
I, from thy Iudgments have not stept,
For, mee thou holdst vpright.
Though hony to the mouth be sweet,
Thy VVord more sweetnes hath.
Through thy Commands I grewe discreet,
And shun'd the Liers Path.

Another of the same.

No parte of all the day I cann forbear
To minde thy Lawe; because I love the same.
It makes me wiser then my haters are,

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For my companion still thy Lawe became.

Nay, more then all my teachers I conceave;
Because, my Musings are vpon thy VVill.
And, more then aged men I do perceave;
Because they Testimonies I fulfill.

No wicked pase, or Path, my feet shall vse,
That so, thy UUord the better keep I might,
And, I thy Iudgments never will refuse,
Because thou hast instructed mee aright.

Not halfe so sweet is honie to my mouth,
As are thy VVords: for, perfect sweet are they.
Thou hast encreast my knowledge, by thy Truth:
And, therfor, I abhorr each evill way.

Nun. 14.

[1]

Thy word is to, my feet a light:
A Lampe, my way to showe,
I vow'd thy Doomes to keep aright,
And I will keep my Vowe.
I, sore am greev'd, Lord, me revive,
According to thy Truth.
Teach mee thy Iudgments; & receive
The Praises of my mouth.

2

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Thy Statutes I obay;
And keep thy Lawes, although for mee,
The wicked, snares do lay.
Thy Cov'nants are mine Heritage;
They much reioice my minde;
And, thy Decrees, from age to age,
To keep, I am inclinde.

Another of the same.

Oh God, thy VVord like Lāps my way doth show,
And, to my feet, it is a shining flame.
To keep thy righteous Iudgments, I did vowe;
And, I resolve that I will keep the same.

Opprest I am; Me, therefor Lord revive
As by thy UUord, thy promise is to do.
Accept that praise which I shall freely give;
And, in thy Iudgments Lord, instruct me to.

On thy Commands, my thoughts are alway sett,
And, lo, my soul is alwaies in my hands.
Vngodly men, for mee have laid a nett;
Yet walk I not astray from thy Commands.

Of all my Ioyes thy UUord, alone, is cause:
Thy Testaments I make mine heritage.
My hart resolves, to love & keep thy Lawes
While tyme endures, & throughout evry Age.

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Samech. 15.

[1]

Thy Lawe I love with all my hart,
And wicked thoughts detest.
The place of my defence thou art;
And, on thy VVord, I rest.
Lewd men avoyd; for I would faine
My God's Commands obay.
According to thy VVord, mainetaine
My life, & hopes, I pray.

2

Support mee, & I nought shall dread:
For, to thy word I cleave.
Vpon thy Lawes transgressers tread:
For, guile shall them deceive.
Purgd out like drosse, the wicked be:
I therefore love thy Lawe.
And, of thy Iudgments, & of thee.
My flesh doth stand in awe.

Another of the same.

Proud thonghts I hate, and such as cause offence
But, with much love thy Lawe I do embrace.
Thou art my sheild, oh Lord, and my defence,
And in thy VVord, my confidence I place.

Pack hence, all yee, that evill doers be;
For, all my God's Commands, I will obay.
According to thy VVord, vphold thou mee;
That both my life & hopes, enioy I may.

Protect me, & no dangers I shall fear:
For, in thy Statutes, I will then delight.
Suppresse all those that from thy Precepts err:
For why, they muse on nothing but deceit.

Purg'd out by thee, like drosse, thee wicked are:
And, I thy Testimonies love therefore,
My flesh doth dread thee with a trembling fear;
And, by thy Iudgments, I am frighted sore.

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Aijn. 16.

[1]

In Iudgment, I vprightly deal;
Let no man mee oppresse.
Be suretie, for thy servants weal;
From Tyrants, me release.
Mine eyes, are dimm'd since for thy UUord,
And saving-health I sought.
Deal well with mee thy servant, Lord,
Let me thy Lawe be taught.

2

Since, thee I serve, Lord, grant I may
Thy Testimonies knowe.
Now, is the time to work; for they,
Thy Law would overthrowe.
Far more then gold, (then finest gold)
Thy Statutes I affect.
Thy Lawe, in all things, I vphold,
And, errors way, reject.

Another of the same.

Quit me from such as doe my harme assay;
For, I according to thy Lawe have wrought,
Be suretie, for thy Servants weal, I pray,
That, to the proud, in thrall I be not brought.

Quite wasted are mine eyes, & almost blinde,
Since thy just VVord, & healp I did expect.

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According to Mercie, be thou kinde;
And, me thy servant, by thy Law direct.

Quench not that light by which thy Truth is known
But, give thy servant knowledg in thy VVord:
For, they thy blessed Lawe have overthrowne,
And, it is time that thou thy healp afford.

Quick therfore be: For, I above all gold,
Yea more then gold refinde, thy UUord affect.
Thy Statutes all, to be vpright I holde;
And all erroneous waies, I disrespect.

Pe. 17.

[1]

Rare things, thy Testaments comprise,
And are my soules delight.
Thy Statutes make the simple wise,
Their knowledg giveth light.
Through longing for thy Lawe, I drewe
My breath with panting Mouth.
Veiwe mee in Love, as thou dost veiwe
The Lovers of thy Truth.

2

So guide my goengs by thy UUord,
No sinn in mee may raigne.
From spoile of men, preserve me Lord.
For I thy Truth retaine.
Teach mee thy Lawes, & let thy face.
Vpon thy servant shine.

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For, Streames I weep, when men transgresse,
Or break a Lawe, of thine.

Another of the same.

Right wonderfull thy Testimonies are:
And, therfor Lord my soul to keep thē strives.
Thy VVord's approching, makes great light appear,
And, Vnderstanding to the simple gives.

Respire & pant I did, with mouth vnclo'sd;
So greedy of thy Precepts, I became.
Oh look on mee, as when thou art disposd,
To look vpon the Lovers of thy Name.

Restraine my stepps according to thy UUord;
And let no sinn, in me domion gaine.
From Cruel men, defend thou mee oh Lord,
So, I thy sacred Precepts will retaine.

Reflect on mee the brightnes of thy face,
And, shewe thy Testimonies vnto mee.
For, downe my cheeks the teares do flow apace,
Because, thy Lawes despisd & broken be.

Zade 18.

[1]

Thou just in all thy doengs, Lord,
And in thy Iudgments art.
Thy Testimonies, & thy VVord,
Are true in ev'ry part.
I burne with zeal, because I see

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My foes, thy Truth neglect.
Thy VVord is pure, which causeth mee
That I the same affect.

2

Thy precepts, I will still retaine,
Though I despisd am growne.
Thy Iustice, alway shall remaine;
Thy Lavve, & Truth, are one.
In thy Commands, my pleasures are,
Though troubles on mee fall.
Thy just eternall VVill declare,
And, thereby, live I shall.

Another of the same.

Sincere thou art, oh Lord, in all thou dost:
A true, & righteous Iudgment thou hast past,
Thy Testimonies are exceeding just:
And, so is all that thou Commanded hast.

Spent, through my zeal I am, & almost pin'de,
Since of thy Truth my foes regardles growe.
Thy VVord, is to the vttermost refin'de;
And, for that cause, thy servant loves it soe.

Scorn'd & despis'd I am; yet cannot this,
My thoughts from thy Commandements withdrawe.
Thy Iustice an eternall Iustice, is;
And, Truth it felf, thou givest for thy Lavve.

Sore paines & sorrowes, have layd hold on mee:
Yet, I from thy Commands content receive.
Thy righteous Testimonies endles be:
Oh let me know them, Lord, that I may live.

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Coph. 19.

[1]

Lord hear; for, in my hart I crie.
And I thy VVord obay.
To hear my call, thine ear apply,
That keep thy Lavves I may.
Relieng on thy VVord, I call'd,
Before the Morning-light;
To mark thy VVords mine eyes forestald,
The Watches of the night.

2

As iust & loving, Lord, thou art,
So, hear & quicken mee.
Lo, such as from thy Lavve depart
For mischeefe, comming be.
Oh Lord, to mee, now nearer drawe:
Thy VVord all truth containes,
And, long agoe, I knewe thy Lavve,
Eternally remaines.

Another of the same.

They, healp oh Lord, with all my hart I crave,
Thy just Commands resolviug to obay.
To thee I call aloud; mee daigne to save,
That so, thy Testimonies, keep I may.

To thee, before the break of day, I call,
And, for my certaine ayde, thy VVord I take.

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The watches of the night mine eyes forestall.
That on thy Lavve. my muzings I may make.

Thine ear, vnto my voice, in mercy, bowe;
That, mee, thy Iudgments may revive, oh Lord.
They fast approach, who seek my overthrowe,
Ev'n they, who strangers are vnto thy VVord.

To mee, oh Lord, at all tymes, be thou nigh.
Thy Statutes, all perfection do containe.
And, many daies agoe, informed was I,
That thy Commands, for ever shall remaine.

Resh. 20.

[1]

Regard my greef, & save me Lord,
For, I obaie thy Lavves.
Hear me, according to thy VVord,
Oh save, & plead my Cause.
Because thy VVord they muse not on.
From health are sinners far.
Revive mee Lord, as thou hast done.
For, great thy Mercies are.

2

My foes, & spoilers many be;
Yet, I thy VVord professe,
And greeve when I the wicked see,
Thy Statutes to transgresse.
Thy Lawe I love; oh quicken mee,

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As thou hast promis'd Lord.
For, endles thy just Iudgments be;
And, ever true, thy UUord.

Another of the same.

Vewe Lord, what sorrowes have oppressed mee:
For, to observe Lawe, My minde I give.
Let mee adiudged, & deliver'd be;
And, mee according to thy vvord revive.

Vngodly men from saving health are far,
Because they do not seek thy Statutes, Lord;
Exceding great thy Tender-mercies are;
Reviue thou mee according to thy vvord.

Vext & persude, by many, I have beene;
And, yet, I from thy Precepts have not straid,
I greeved was when sinners I had seene;
Because, thy holy-vvord, they disobayd.

Vnto thy Lawe, observe what love I shew;
And, of thy tender mercie, quicken mee.
Thy vvord, through all eternitie is true;
And, everlasting thy just Iudgments be.

Schin. 21.

[1]

Though Princes, causeles, wrong'd mee much,
Thy Lawe I sleighted not:
But, in thy word, my ioies were such

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As his that Spoiles hath got.
The lienge lipps I do abhorr;
But, I affect thy vvord.
Seav'n times a day, I praise thee, for
Thy righteous Doomes, oh Lord.

2

The Lovers of thy Lawe have peace;
And, harme they shall have none.
Lord, on thine aide my hopes I place;
And, thy Commands have done.
My soul thy Testimonie kept;
In love therewith I grewe.
I, from thy Precepts have not stept;
For, thou my waies dost veiwe.

Another of the same.

Whē cause was none, ev'n Princes wronged mee;
But, of thy word alone, my hart had feare.
And, in that word, my Ioies, moreover, be
As great as their's, that sharing booties are.

With much dislike, all falshood I detest:
And, I thy Lawe, vnfainedlie affect.
Sev'n times a day, thy praise I have exprest;
Because thy righteous Iudgments I respect.

What perfect peace have they that love thy word?
Ev'n such, that nothing cann their quiet marr.
For thy salvation, I have hoped, Lord;
And, thy Commands by mee performed are.

Well pleas'd, & with exceeding much delight,
My soul thy Testimonies keepeth still;
Thou know'st, for all my waies are in thy sight;
That I, thy Precepts, & thy Lawes, fulfill.

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Tau. 22.

[1]

Receive my cry, & guide thou mee
As thou hast promisd, Lord.
Give ear, & saved let mee be;
According to thy vvord.
When thou to me hast showne thy vvaies,
My lipps thy praise will shewe.
My tongue thy blessed vvord shall praise;
For, all thy Lawes are true.

2

Mee, let thy powrfull hand protect;
For, I thy Lawe approove.
Thy Saving-health I do affect,
Thy Precepts I do love.
Oh, let mee live to sing thy praise;
In Iudgment, mee preserve.
Thy servant seek, who sheep-like straies;
For, I thy Lawe observe.

Another of the same.

Yeald my Complaint, oh Lord, thy graitious ear,
And, knowledge of thy Lawe, to me afford.
My humble suite, vouchsafe, I pray, to hear;
And, save thou mee, according to thy vvord.

Yea, save thou mee; & I thy praise will preach.
When thou shalt thy Commands to mee declare.
Thy vvord likewise, to others I will teach;
For, all thy Precepts, true & righteous are.

Yeald me thy hand, my saftie to assure;

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For, thy Commands my chosen part, I make.
Thy Saving-health, I labour to procure,
And, in thy Lavve, oh Lord, I pleasure take.

Yet, longer let me live, to sing thy praise;
And, let thy Iudgments Lord, my helpers be.
Now, mee thy servāt seek, who sheep-like straies,
For, never is thy Lawe forgot of mee.

Psa. 120.

[_]

A song of Degrees. VVhy these Psalmes are so called, it is vncertaine (for, Iewish fancies are not vvorth heeding) but, perhaps, our Degrees tovvard the spirituall Temple, are here mystically included: for, the first degree thithervvard, is to have a sight of our misery, & a detestatiō of the worlds vanities (figured by Mesech, & Kedar, in this Psalme. It is vsefull, when wee are constrained to live among false worshippers, or wearied by our owne corruptions &c.

[1]

I call'd on God in my destresse,
Who heard mee when I prayd:
From lieng & deceitfulnes,
Lord, save my Soul; I said.
What hire, oh thou deceitfull tongue!
Prepared is for thee?
But, arrowes that are sharp & strong,

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And coales that burning be?

2

Ah! woe is mee, that I so long,
In Mesech must reside!
And, that, perforce, I must among
The Tents of Kedar bide.
My soul hath beene too long, alas!
With such as wranglers are:
For, when I speake to them of peace,
For warr, they do prepare.

Psa. 121.

[_]

A song of Degrees. Another Degree, is to fixe the eye of our soul on God, acknowledging him only, the meanes of our deliverance & our defence &c. It directs vs, to whome wee should seek; & encourageth to depend on God in all our waies.

[1]

Mine eyes above the hills, I reare,
And, thence, of healp, I hopefull am;
For, from the Lord my succours are,
From him, that heav'n & earth did frame.
My feet vnmoov'd, he alway keeps;
He, is my garde, that ever wakes:
For, he nor slumbers, neither sleeps,
Who charge of Isr'el vndertakes.

2

The Lord, ev'n as thy shade, will stay
On thy righthand, for thy defence.
Nor Moone by night, nor Sunne by day,

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Shall harme thee by their Influence:
For, God will save thee from all woe,
Hee, will thy soul from dangers free;
And (whether in, or out, thou goe)
Thy gard, at all times, he will bee.

Psa. 122.

[_]

A song of Degrees. Another Stepp, is a delight in the pietie of others, ioined with love to God's worship, & accompanied with harty wellwishing to his Church. The Elect are here personated reioicing on this Degree . Wee should vse it to provoke vs vnto the same.

[1]

I ioyed, when they said to mee,
God's house let vs ascend vnto:
For, now Ierusalem, to thee
And, through thy Ports, our feet shall goe,
Ierusalem is fairly Scited;
A Towne well-built, & well-vnited.

2

There meet the Tribes (God's Tribes alone)
Hus name in Isr'el, to declare.
There, placed is, the Iudgment Throne;
The Thrones of Davids house are there.
Oh seek her peare, for, they are blessed;
That have to Salem, love expressed.

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3

Let Peace, a Bullworke round her make,
Let Plenties in her Turrets be:
This Peace wee wish, ev'n for their sake,
Who, mates, & Brethren are to mee.
Yea, God our Lord's faire habitation,
Thus, makes mee pray for thy Salvation.

Psa. 123.

[_]

A song of Degrees. Another Stepp is obedient attendance on God's will, in all suffrings, with assured faith in him; vvhich is here professed by the faithfull soul. It is vsefull, to advance vs to this Degree.

[1]

Oh Lord, that in the heav'ns remainest,
Lo, wee advance our eyes to thee:
And, Lord our God, till healp thou daignest,
They shall on the affixed bee,
As men or Maides, that waiting stand,
Vpon their Lord; or Ladie's hand.

2

Oh, grant vs Lord, thy dear compassion;
For, wee extream contempts have borne.
Vouchsafe vs, Lord, thy Consolation,
For why? our harts are greev'd with scorne,
Ev'n by the scornes, & pride of them,
Who live at ease, & vs contemn.

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A song of Degrees. Another Staire, is acknowledgment of former deliverances, & of the beginnings of Gods graces already obtained, as in this Psalme . Wee may vse it after any Deliverances, but especially, such as are most publike.

[1]

But, that the Lord, our part did please to take,
But that God holpe vs, (Isr'el now may say)
When men did their Assaults against vs make,
Wee to their throtes had bene a living-prey;
For, wroth at vs, with spighfull rage were they.

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Wee by the Flouds, had then bene closed round;
Ev'n quite above our soul, the streames had gone:
The swelling flouds, our soul had surely drownd,
Wee, therfor, blesse & praise the Lord, alone,
That, by their teeth wee were not ceaz'd vpon.

3

For, as a bird, out of a fouling snare,
Ev'n so, our soul escaped from the ginn:
The nett is broke, & wee deliver'd are;
And, God, (whose work, the heav'ns & earth have binn)
Is hee, whose Name, our healp consisteth in.

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A song of Degrees. Another Ascent, is firme Beleef in God. The safetie of such, is here alluded to the impregnability of Mount-Syon, & Ierusalem: & the punishment of wavering Apostates is threatned &c. It is vsefull to raise vs to this Degree &c.

[1]

Mount-Syon like, for ever fixt are those
Whose hopefull trust vpon the Lord is founded
For, he his faithfull People will enclose
(Ev'n as with hills Ierusalem is rounded)
As long as Time's perpetuall motion goes.

2

The Rod of wicked men shall not alight,
Where God the Lot of righteousnes bestoweth.
Lest righteous men pertake in evill might.
For, to the Good, the Lord his mercy showeth
And, favours all that are in hart vpright.

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But, Sliders-back, & such as wander wide,
In their owne crooked paths, & waies vneven,
Shall by the Lord, be thither ledd aside,
Where, portions due to hypocrites, are given:
But, Isr'el shall in endles peace abide.

Psa. 126.

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A song of Degrees. another Degree is a reioicing in our Electiō & spirituall freedome; which is here typically expressed,

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with a prophetical prayer for that ioye promised by Christ vnto the true Mourners. Ioh. 16. 20. Wee may sing it as a thancksgiving for our Redemption; & to comfort in spirituall mournings.

[1]

When God made Syon free;
And her from thrall did bring.
It seemed as a Dreame to be;
And, wee did laugh & sing.

2

The Lord (the heathen sedd)
Great Marvailes wrought for vs.
Great marvailes he hath, wrought, indeed.
And, therfor, sing wee thus.

3

Lord, back our Captives bringe,
As Flouds to sea-ward flowe,
So, they shall then reioice & sing,
Who did in sorrowe sowe.

4

Who, outward-bound, doth mourne,
If he good seed employ,
Shall doubtles, back againe returne,
And, bring home sheaves with ioy.

Psa. 127.

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A song of Degrees for Solomon. Another Staire is to ascribe our beeing & well-being to the Mercie & providence of God, It may be sung to acknowledge the same, in all our works, & endeavours, &c.

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[1]

If God the Pallace build not,
The workmen loose their paine,
If God the Cittie sheild not,
The watchman wakes in vaine.
In vaine, is early stirring,
In vaine, late watch wee keep,
Or eat the bread of caringe,
But, those God loves, may sleep.

2

A fruithfull wombes possessing,
At God's disposing stands;
And, Children are a blessing,
Like shafts in Giants hands.
Right blest is he, that beareth
His Quiver ful of those,
For, in the Gate, he dareth,
To meet, & smite his foes.

Psa. 128.

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A song of Degrees. Another Stepp, is filiall feare of God; to which, many temporall blessings are here promised. It is vsed at the solemnization of mariages, & serves to encrease in vs, the feare of God.

[1]

If God thou feare, & keep his way,
He, blessings will bestowe:

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Thy labour shall thy food purvay,
And, happie thou shalt growe.
Like fruit-full vines vpon thy house,
Thy wife shall proove to thee;
Thy Children, like faire olive-boughes,
Shall round thy Table be.

2

Thus, thon that searest God shalt thrive;
From Syon he shall blesse:
And, thou shalt see (whilst thou dost live)
Ierusalem in peace.
He shall prolong thy life, till thou
Thy Childrens Children see;
And, that thy ioye may greater growe.
In Isr'ell, rest shall bee.

Psa. 129.

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A song of Degrees. Another Step, is a patient susstaining of the Crosse. VVhich patience of the saints, is here mentioned; & both the tiranny & condition of their oppressors, breefly illustrated. Wee may, vse it to increase & continue Christian Patience.

[1]

Full often since my youth, may Isr'el say,
Full often since my youth, they mee assailed;
And, still, without successe they went away:
Yea on my back, their ploughs, the ploughers trailed,
And, on the same, long furrowes ploughed they.

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2

The Lord, (who is a perfect Righteous-one)
The Cords of wicked men in peeces breaketh.
And, Syons foes, shall quite be overthrowne,
Ev'n like that grasse, which root on houses taketh,
And, fades away, before it ripe is growne.

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For, nor his Armefull, nor his handful, there,
Remaines for him that bindes, or him that moweth,
Nor is there any high-way Passenger,
Who, there, is blessing, in God's Name bestoweth,
Or, doth so much, as, bidd them well to fare.

Psa. 130.

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A song of Degrees. Another Ascent, is earnest prayer: UUhich the Faithfull soul here powreth forth for assistance, &c. It may serve as a forme of prayer in great extremities.

[1]

Lord, from the depths, to thee I sue;
My vocall prayer hear.
And, when my Voice, my wants doth shewe
Encline to mee thine ear.
Lord, who cann bear it, if severe,
To mark our faults thou be?
But, that wee faint not in thy fear,

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Compassion waites on thee.

2

On God I waite, & on his word,
My soul her hopes doth lay:
My soul, more waiteth for the Lord,
Then watchmen, for the day.
Oh Isr'ell, trust in God; for hee;
Hath gratious help, in store.
And, from thy sinns delivers thee,
Both now, & evermore.

Psa. 131.

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A song of Degrees. Another Degree is vnfained humilitie : For, such as humble them selves shall be exalted. Here, all arrogance, ambition, & selftrust is disclaimed, a sole dependance on God professed, and others exhorted to the same. It is vsefull, to beget humility.

Oh Lord, I have no scornefull eie,
Nor proud nor loftie minde.
I seek not things that are too high,
But, humbly am inclinde.
My soul is like an infant wean'd.
(Ev'n from his mothers brest)
And, Isr'el, so (to be sustaind)
On God, should alway rest.

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A song of Degrees. Another Degree, is a hartie purpose to prepare a Temple for God, in our harts; & to endeavour the setling of his outward worship, which is here mistically implied. It is vsefull to stirr vs to this Degree.

[1]

Remember Lord, what David's troubles be,
And, what to Iacob's mightie God, he swore.
In house or bedd, I will not rest, said he,
Nor shall mine eyes, or sleep, or slumber more;
Vntill a place be found, of my providing,
For Iacob's God, the mighty Lord's abiding.

2

Lo, Ephrata, wee heard, the place should be,
And, in the forrest-feilds, wee found the same.
Thy house therefore, to enter, purpose wee,
And, at thy footstoole, will adore thy Name.
Arise, oh Lord, ascend thy resting bowre;
Thou, & the Arck, of thy Almightie powre.

3

Let righteousnes, thy sacred Preists aray,
And, let thy saints, a ioyfull tryvmph make:
Oh turne not thy Messiah's face away,
For, thy beloved Servant David's sake,
To whome thou swar'st thy promise, vnrecalled,
That on his Throne, his Seed should be installed.

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4

If they, saidst thou, my League & word respect;
Thy Children, on thy Throne shall ever sitt:
For, I the Lord, did Syon hill, elect;
And, for my dwelling, I have chosen it.
My setled rest is there, & I'le possesse it;
I love it, & with plenties, I will blesse it.

5

The pore thereof, with bread I will sustaine,
Her Preists I'le clothe will health, her saints shal sing.
A Lamp for mine Anointed, I'le ordaine,
And, I will make the horne of David spring:
I, those will shame, that for is harme endeavor;
But, on himself, his Crowne shall flourish ever.

Psa. 133.

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A song of Degrees. Another Step, is that, which the preposterous Zeal of Schismaticks hath much defaced, (to wit) Charitie, & brotherly Vnitie; which is here, excellenly Illustrated, to moove vs to ascend it. Wee should sing it, to encrease Vnitie & Love.

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[1]

See Breth'ren, see, how sweet a blisse
It is our lives in love to lead.
It like that pretious Oyntment is,
Which once anointed Aron's head;
And, on his beard, from thence did flowe,
Ev'n to his garment skirts belowe.

2

It like refreshing dewe doth prove,
Which downe on Hermon's topp distills;
Ev'n like the dewe, which from above
Descendeth downe on Syon hills.
For, there, God promisd, heretofore,
To blesse with life, for ever more.

Psa. 134.

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A song of Degrees. This is the last Degree: For the highest Ascent, is, the glorifieng of God. Note, that the first & last Degrees only, are placed according to their Order; because, necessarily our first step to Godward, must be the sight of our Misery; The highest, is, to praise him: The rest are not ascended by all, in one and the same order; & therefore no precise order is observed in their placing. Wee should sing it to provoke to this Dutie.

Come now, & praise the Lord, all yee,
That his attendants are;

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Ev'n you, that in God's temple be;
And praise him, nightly, there.
Your hands, within Gods holy-place,
Advance, & praise his Name;
And, yov, from Syon, he shall blesse,
That heav'n & earth did frame.

Psa. 135.

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Halelujah. It exhorts to praise God, in regard. of his greatnes; for our election; for his omnipotency, Mercy, Iustice, eternitie; & because other Gods are but ridiculous fictions, &c. To this end, wee (who are mistically the Sonns of Aron & Levy) should sing it &c.

[1]

Oh all yee servants of the Lord,
His Name with praise confesse;
Ev'n you, that of our God the Lord,
The house & Courts possesse.
Oh praise God's Name; for, sweet it is,
To sing of his renowne.
For, Iacob, he hath chose for his,
And Isr'el, for his owne.

2

God is, (I knowe) a powrfull-one;
He doth all Gods excell;

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In heav'n, his pleasure he hath done;
In earth, in sea, in hell.
He maketh vapours to arise,
Ev'n from Earth's farthest ends:
And, he out of his Treasuries,
Winde, raine, & lighting, sends.

3

The first-borne, through the Egiptian coast,
Of man, & beast he slewe.
And, on king Pharoh, & his hoast,
Rare wonders, hee did shewe.
Great kings & kingdomes, downe he brought.
Ev'n Sehon, Heshbon's king,
And, Og, of Bashan; yea, to nought
All Can'an's Realmes, did bring.

4

Then, for his Isr'els heritage
Their lands, he did bestowe:
For which, hee's fam'd, from age to age,
And, still shall famous growe.
When he to judge them doth appeare,
His people, shall be sav'd:
But, heathen God's, man's makings were,
Of gold & silver grav'd.

5

Their carved mouthes are speachles found,
Their eyes, no light cann see:
Though they have eares, they heare no sound;
Their throates, quite breathles be.
Much like to these, their Makers are;
And they, that serve them, toe.
The Lord, therefore, let Isr'el fear;
And. so, let Aron doe.

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The Lord, let Levie's houshould blesse;
In Syon, let all them
Who fear the Lord, the Lord confesse
That keeps Ierusalem.

Haleluiah.

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This Psalme, exhorts to praise God both for generall and perticuler benifits; & shewes, that all are bestowed for his meer mercy-sake, which is eternall. It may be sung, literally to commemorate, what God did for the Patriarks; or, mistically, as a thancksgivinge for the spirituall deliverances, which these typified.

[1]

The Lord is Good; him therfore blesse:
And, for his Grace, that lasteth ever.
The God of Gods, let vs confesse;
Because, his Mercie faileth never.
The Lord of Lords, with praise extoll;
For, where he loves, he alway loveth.
His Acts, alone, are wonderfull;
Because, his Favour endles proveth.

2

His Wisdome, did creat the spheares,
(For, to all times, his Kindnes lasteth)
And, earth above the seas he rears;
Because, his Pittie never wasteth.
He, did the greater Lights provide;
For, through each Age, his Grace extendeth.
He made the Sunn, the day to guide:
Because, his Goodnes never endeth.

3

He fram'd the Moone & starrs, for night;
For, without bound, is his Compassion,

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And, Egipts eldest-borne did smite,
Because, his grace hath no cessation.
He brought forth Isr'el from their land;
(For, soe his endles grace procured)
With stretcht-out Arme, & powrfull hand;
Because, his Mercie still endured.

4

Hee did the Red sea, then divide;
(For, still, his Kindnes, he retaineth)
And, Isr'el through the same did guide;
Because, his Favour, still, remaineth.
There, he did Pharoh's Army drowne;
(For, Love, hee freely, still, bestoweth)
And through the Deserts brought his owne;
Because, eternall Grace, he showeth.

5

Both huge, & powrfull kings he slewe;
(For, everlasting are his Graces)
Yea, famous kings he overthrewe;
Because, his Love, times date surpasses.
Great Sehon, king of th' Amorites,
For, his Affection never faileth
And, Og that ruld the Bashamites.
Because, his Mercy, still, prevaileth.

6

Their heritage bestow'd hath he,
(For, so, his endles Love, required)
His Isr'el's heritage to be;
Because, his Grace is vnexpired.
He did exalt vs, from belowe;
(For, he to Pittie, still, enclineth)
And, hee redeem'd vs from our foe;
Because, no time his Grace confineth.

7

Hee to all flesh their food hath given;
For, his great Mercy faileth never.
Oh glorify, the God of heav'n:
Because his Grace abideth ever.

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This Elegiacal Hymne, mistically expresseth the Zeal, & love of the Faithfull, to the Citty of God: And Prophecies, the fall of the spirituall Babilon . Wee may sing it to comfort vs during the continuance of our Naturall bondage, & the tirranies of Anti-christ.

[1]

As wee nigh Babel River sate,
Wee, overcharg'd with weepings were,
To thinck on Syon's pore estate;
And hung our harpes, on willowes there:
For, they to whome wee were inthralled,
On vs, for songs of Syon, called.

2

Come sing, they sayd, a Syon-hymne.
Lord! cann wee sing thy songs in thrall?
Vnles (Oh dear Ierusalem)
Thee, in my mirth, preferr I shall;
Or, if the thought of thee forgoe mee,
Let hand & tongue, prove vseles to me.

3

Oh Lord, remember Edom's brood,
And, how, whilst thy Ierusalem,
Vnsackt, & vndefaced stood,
Her spoile was hast'ned on, by them.

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For, loud thy cryed, race it, race it;
And, to the groundwork, downe deface it.

4

Oh daughter of proud Babilon,
Thou shalt, likewise, destroyed be;
And, he will prove a blessed-one,
Who shall avenge our Cause on thee:
Ev'n hee, that payes thee our disgraces;
And, braines thy babes, in stony-places.

Another of the same.

[As nigh Babel streames wee sate]

[1]

As nigh Babel streames wee sate,
(Full of greefs, & vnbefreinded)
Minding Syon's pore estate,
From our eyes, the teares descended;
And, our Harps wee hanged, by,
On the willowes, growing nigh.

2

For, (insulting on our woe)
They, that vs had there inthralled,
(Their imperious powre to showe)
For a song of Syon, called.
Come yee Captives, come, said they;
Sing vs now, an Hebrewe Lay.

3

But, oh Lord, what hart had wee?
In a forraigne habitation,

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To repeat our songs of thee,
For our spoiler's recreation?
Ah, alas! wee cannot, yet,
Thee, Ierusalem, forget.

4

Oh Ierusalem! if I
Do not mourne, (all pleasure shunninge)
Whilst thy walls defaced lie;
Let my righthand, loose his cunninge:
And, for ever, let my tounge
To my Pallet, fast be Clung.

5

Oh remember, blessed Lord,
E're Ierusalem was wasted,
How the sonns of Edom roar'd;
And, her totall ruine hasted:
Till, they levell, all had laid,
Rase it, rase it quite, they said.

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But, thou shalt be spoiled thus;
And, be vs'd (oh Babels daughter)
Iust as thou hast vsed vs.
And, that man, who in thy slaughter,
On the stones, thy Child'ren braines,
Shall be blessed, for his paines.

Psa. 138.

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A Psalme of David. God is here praised, for the truth of his Word; for glorifieng his Sonn Christ; for confirming his Elect; & for the Common grace vouchsafed to all, &c. It may be sung for any Deliverance; But, especially for our Redemption.

[1]

With all my hart, I'le sing abrode thy fame,
And praise thee, where the Gods assēbled are;
Ev'n in thy house, I'le magnifie thy Name,
And, for thy Truth, & Love, thy praise declare:
For, thou thy Name, & word, o're all, dost rear,

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2

When I did call, thou mad'st replie to mee,
And, strength vnto my soul, thou didst afford,
All kings of earth, shall, therfor honour thee,
As soone (oh God) as they have heard thy word;
And, sing thy praise, in thine own Paths, oh Lord.

3

For, thou art great, & thou oh Lord, art high,
Yet, hast regard of humble men, belowe.
Thou vew'st the proude, but, with a sleighting eye.
Therefore, altho through many greefs I goe,
I certaine am, thou comforts wilt bestowe.

4

Thy righthand Lord; shall my salvation bee,
My foes feirce rage, thy stretcht-out hād shal stay.
Thou shalt performe all things concerning mee.
Thy mercies, Lord, abide the same, for aye;
Reiect not then, thy handy-work, I pray.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It confesseth, the all-seeing providence, powre, wisdome, and Mercy of God; And expresseth a desire of the Faithfull, to be serched, & rectified, by him, &c. It warnes vs, not to live Hypocriticallie; in regard, God beholds vs, at all times, & in all places &c.

[1]

Oh Lord, thy all-beholdinge eies,
Have serch'd, & well observed mee.
Thou, see'st mee sitt, thou see'st mee rise;
Thou, know'st my thoughts e're thought they be.
Thou, vew'st my wayes & walkings Lord;
Thou see'st what in my bedd I doe;
And, I do never speak a word,
But, lo, thyne ears do hear it to.

2

Thou standst before me, & behinde;
Thy hand, on mee, doth alwaies lie:
Thy wisdome cannot be confinde,
And, for my reach it is too high.
Then, from thy spirit, & from thee,
Oh whither cann I fly, or goe?
If heav'n I clime, thou there wilt be;
If hell I dive, there art thou to.

3

If on the Mornings wings I ride,
And, thinck to fly beyond the seas;
Thy hand, ev'n there, cann be my guide,
They right-hand, there, on mee cann ceaze.
Or, if I say, the Duskie night
Shall hide mee; Night will me bewray;
For, darknes, is to thee as light;
The day like night, the night like day.

4

My Reines, to thee apparant are;
For, in the wombe, thou closedst mee:

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I, strangely was composed there,
And, therefore, I will honour thee.
Thy wondrous works, my soul doth knowe;
And, that my substance thou didst marke,
Ev'n when (as in the earth belowe)
I was composed in the darke.

5

Before I perfect Beeing, tooke,
Or, Forme, or Matter, for this frame;
My Members all, were in thy booke,
And, thou foresaw'st what now I am.
Therefore, thy thoughts of vs, how dear!
And, Lord, how infinite they bee!
As num'rous as the Sands they are;
And, wake mee, still, to muze on thee.

6

Vngodly men, & men of blood,
Destroy, & cause them to be gone;
For, they speak ill of thee, oh God,
And, vainely proude, thy foes are growne,
Thy haters, I have hated, Lord,
And, greev'd at such as thee oppose;
With perfect hate, I them abhord,
And, those accounted as my foes.

7

Oh God! a strict enquiry make;
My hart, & ev'ry thought survay:
Search if an evill Course I take;
And, showe mee thy eternall way.

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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It personates Christ's mysticall body, desiring deliverance, from Oppressors; And describing their malice, pride & Trechery &c. It is vsefull, when any Congregation is greeved by the bitter scandalls, lieng doctrines, or mischeevous insinuations, of Atheists, & false brethren &c.

[1]

Let me, oh God, from sinners be defended.
From those that are to violence inclined:
For, in their harts, they mischeef, have intended.
And in malitious Leagues, are fast combined.
Their stinging tōgs the vipers teeth have matched
Between their lipps, is Adders poyson hatched.

2

Lord, frō the hands of wicked men release mee;
From Cruel-men, vouchafe secure to make me:
For, to supplant my goengs, they oppresse me;
And lo, the proud prepareth snares to take mee,
Yea, they have netts, & ginns, & trapps prepared.
In al my waies that I might be insnared.

3

Lord, hear I pray, & mark my supplication;
Thee, for my God, oh Lord, I have professed:
And, thou (Lord God, the strength of my Salvation)
Did'st gard mee, when in Fight I was oppressed.
Oh, grant not, what the wicked man desireth,
But, crosse his plotts, lest hee too high aspireth.

4

The Mischeef of their lipps will fal vpon them
Ev'n on their heads, that mee have circumvented.
Coales burning-hot; shall downe be hurled on thē.
They shal with flames, in dung'ons be tormented;

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And, in those Pitts infernall, be detained,
From whence, Redemption never cann be gained.

5

On earth, hee shall not thrive, that's evill tōgued,
For, wicked men, Reveng, to death persueth.
But, God (I knowe) doth patronize the wronged
And, in the pore man's cause, his judgmet sheweth.
For which, the just, within his presence living,
Shall glorify his name, with praises-giving.

Psa. 141.

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A Psalme of David. It personates Christ, (the lifting vp of whose hands on the Crosse, is accepted, insteed of the legall sacrifice) prayeng in the behalfe of his Members. And it is vsefull for vs, to desire God's acceptation of our Prayers; to give us the Government of our tongues, & to rectify our thoughts &c.

[1]

Lord, hear with speed my voices lamentation;
Vouchsafe to give my mournfull clamors hearing.
As incense, or an Afternoones Oblation,
Accept my Prayers, & my hands vprearing.
Lord, let my mouth, as with a watch, be warded;
And, let the Portalls of my lipps be garded.

2

Lest I to sinn, with sinners, may be trained,
Preserve my hart, oh Lord, from sinns infection
Who, rather then, their pleasures to have gained,
Desire in Love, the righteous man's correction.

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As curing balme, the same should be received;
And, I would pray for thē, whē they were greeved.

3

Whē frō the Roks, their judges down are heved,
The rest wil hear: for, I sweet words have spoken:
As on the Land, where blocks are hew'd & cleaved
Our bones before the grave, lie strow'd, & brokē,
Yet, still, mine eye on thee oh Lord attendeth,
And, still, my soul on thee alone, dependeth.

4

Then, suffer not my soul to be reiected.
And, (that I be not by their wiles ensnared)
Let me from those close engines be directed,
Which for my soul, the wicked have prepared.
Let their own snares, which they have layd, intrap thē,
And, let me, Lord, for evermore, escape them.

Psa. 142.

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Maschil of David, when he was in the Cave. It seemeth mistically to personate Iesus Christ, expressing the agony of his soul in the Garden; Or his being forsaken at his Passion. It may be sung when wee are left comfortles of the world.

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My voice to thee, Oh God, I reare,
To thee, oh Lord, I sue;

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To thee, my troubles, I declare,
My greefs, to thee I shew.
For, when o're whelm'd my spirit was,
My Path was knowne to thee:
Ev'n when they hidd, where I should passe,
A seacret snare for mee.

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I looked on my right-hand side,
But, noe man knew mee there.
All succours faild; not one I spide,
That of my soul had care.
Then, Lord, thou art my hope said I,
My Lot, whilst life I have.
In my destresse, observe my crye;
From spoile, thy servant save.

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Yea, since for mee they are too strong,
To praise thee, sett mee free:
So, righteous men to mee shall throng,
When thy great Love, they see.

Psa. 143.

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A Psalme of David. It expresseth with much forvencie,

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many conflicts of the spirit; emploreth God's free Mercy; in regard of our universall impurity, of the malice of our foes, & disability of our nature &c. The vse is manifest.

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Lord, my humble supplication,
Heed, & heare with acceptation,
In thy Doomes, of Truth & Right.
Iudge, but judge thou not severely;
For, if thou observe vs nearly,
None are blameles in thy sight.

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By the foe, my soul is chased,
Wounded, & in darknes placed,
As one buried, long agoe.
I, am inwardly, perplexed,
Yea, my spirit sore is vexed;
And, my hart is full of woe,

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On the times, now past, I ponder,
And, on all the works of wonder.
Which were framed by thy hands,
Thee, I seek, with due submission;
And, my soul, for thy fruition
Longeth, as the thirstie Lands.

Selah.

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Lord, with speed, give ear vnto me,
And, thy face divart not fro me;
For, my spirits, feeble growe.
Since, on thee I have depended,
Let mee timely be defended,
Lest, into the grave I goe.

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Guide my feet, by thy direction,
For, thou hast my hart's affection.
Me from all my foes release.
Lord my God (my safe abidinge)
Bring mee, by thy spirits guiding,
To the Land of Righteousnes

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Grace, to do thy pleasure give mee:
For, thy Namesake, Lord, revive me;
Let thy Iustice be my gard.
Yea, destroy (of thy compassion)
Those that seek my soules vexation:
For, I am thy servant, Lord.

Another of the same.

[Lord, mark my suite; my sad complaining hear]

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Lord, mark my suite; my sad complaining hear;
And, in thy Truth & Justice, answear give.
Iudg not thy servant, with a doome severe,
For, in thy sight, not one doth blameles live.
The foe hath chas'd my soul, of life nigh rest mee,
And in the dark, as one long dead hath left mee.

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In mee, therfore, my spirits downe are cast;
My hart is fill'd with many a heavie thought:
I muse vpon the dayes, that now are past,
And on thy works, (ev'n al thy hāds have wrought)
With stretchtout hands, & with soul-thirsty pāting
I thirst for thee, as Land, when raine is wanting.

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My spirit faints (oh God) with speed give ear;
If longer, thou thy face obscure, I dye.
Oh let thy Love to mee betimes appear;
For, I on thee; on thee alone, relye.
Yea, let me Lord, within thy Paths be trained;

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For, vnto thee, I lift a soul vnfained.

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Protect mee, Lord; in thee is my abode:
Keep off my foes, & teach thy will to mee.
Let thy good sp'rite, (because thou art my God)
My guide vnto the Land of Iustice be.
Yea, mee, oh Lord, for thy Namesake, revive thou,
My soul, ev'n for thy Iustice sake, reprive thou;
And, of thy grace, all those that mee oppressed,
Destroy thou Lord; for, I am thine professed.

Psa. 144.

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A Psalme of David. It blesseth God, for his regard of the humane Nature; Desires Christ's approch to Iudgment; And requesteth to be delivered from worldlings &c. It is vsefull to these purposes, & to inform vs, that to be God's chosē-ones, is the greatest happines &c.

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Oh praise the Lord, for, he is all my Powre,
My hands & Armes, in warlike feats directing;
My grace, my gard, my sheild, my healp, my Towre,
My trusty freind, my foes to mee subiecting.
Lord, what is mā that thou art pleasd to know him?
Or what his child that thou sholdst favor show him?

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Mā is as nought; his ioys like shades forsake him.
The heav'ns, oh Lord, decline, & down descēd thou
But touch, the Hils, & thou to smoke, shalt mak thē;
To scatter them, thy dreadfull lighting, send thou:
Shoot out thy shafts, vntill they be destroyed;
Let thy strong hand, to healp mee, be employed.

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Oh save mee, from the water's over-swelling;
Let mee from forraigne Children be secured,
Whose mouthes, are alwaies lies & folly, telling,
And, whose righthands, to falshood, are envred.
Then, to thy praise, new songs, I will be singing,

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On harp, & Psalt'ry of a tennfold stringing.

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Let him, who doth on kings bestow salvation,
(And, from the sword, his servant David saveth)
Protect me frō that forraine generation,
Whose mouth speakes lies, & whose right-hand deceaveth
Who beg for sonns & daughters, in their prayer,
Like plants & pretious stones, welshap'd, & faire.

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Who pray for Granards, fully stored ever.
Whos floks yong breed, evn in their streets aboundeth:
Whose well fed Oxe, in labour, faileth never;
&, in whose Townes, nor cry, nor tumult soundeth.
For, tho such men a blessing have possessed;
Yet, they whose God's the Lord, are much more blessed.

Psa. 145.

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Davids Psalme of Praise. It may be vsed as a Patterne wherby to glorify God, according to his principal Attributes, such, as his Infinitenes, Omnipotencie, Majesty, Justice, Mercie, Goodnes, Providence &c. UUhich are mentioned in this Psalme.

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I'le honour thee oh God my king,
And, laud thy Name for aye:

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Ev'n to thy Name, I'le alway sing,
And praise thee ev'rie day.
For, thou art great, beyond all bounds,
And, great, thy praises are:
Through Ages all, thy glory sounds,
Thy wonders they declare.

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I'le, also, shew thy royall state,
And thy rare works vnfolde;
That men thy wonders may relate,
When I thy powre have tolde:
That, they thy Righteousnes may show,
And, much, thy glorie minde;
For, thou to anger, Lord, art slowe,
Right gratious, meek, & kinde.

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Thy goodnes, & thy mercies, be
In all thy works exprest;
Ev'n all thy works, Lord, honour thee,
And, thee, thy Saints have blest.
Thy kingdomes glory they will showe,
And, sing thy greatnes forth;
That, all mankinde thy powre may knowe,
And, see thy Kingdoms worth.

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For, thou for evermore shalt raigne,
And, rule through Ages all.
The weak, oh Lord, thou wilt sustaine
And, lift vp those, that fall.
On God, all creatures fixe their eyes,
And, fedd, in season be;
For, all things living to suffice,
An open hand hath hee.

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The Lord is just in all his waies;
His works, are sacred all.
Night them who call on him, he staies;
Nigh those, who truly call,

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Their hopes, who fear him, he effects;
Ands, hears, & saves all those:
Ev'n those who love him, God protects;
But, sinners overthrowes.

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Oh let my mouth due praise, therefore,
Vnto the Lord expresse;
And, let all flesh, for evermore,
His holy Name confesse.

Another of the same.

[Advance I will, thy Name, oh God my king]

Advance I will, thy Name, oh God my king;
For evermore, I will extoll the same.
Blesse thee, I will, oh Lord, & alway sing,
A daylie song of praises, to thy Name.
Consid'ring, that thy, Greatnesse, bound hath none
(And, how thine honor should as boundles be)
Declare I will, those wonders thou hast done;
That, men from age to age, may speak of thee.
Ev'n of thy Fame, & glories, I will treat,
And, shewe how rare, thy wondrous workings are:
For, when thy dreadfull Acts I shall repeat,
Then, other men their largnes will declare.
Great speach, of thy great goodnes, they shal make,
And, (singing of thy Iustice) they shalt showe,

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How apt thou art, compassion still to take;
How prone to pitty; &, to wrath, how slowe.
In doeng good; to all, thou Lord, art free.
Thy Mercies are, vpon thy Creatures, all.
Kept glorious, by thy deeds, thy praises bee
And, therfor, all thy Saints, confesse thee shall.
Lord, of thy kingdome's glorie, they shall tell,
And (shewing ev'ry where, what powre, thou hast)
Make knowne how much thy mighty Acts excell;
And, with what state, thy royall Throne is plac't,
Not as a king that's only temporall;
For, endles & eternall is thy throne.
On thee, who e're depends, though he should fall,
Thou, Lord, wilt lift him vp, when he is down.
Plac'd are on thee, all creatures eyes, oh God!
And, thou dost give them food, in season, still.
Quite open, thou dost reach thy hand abrode,
Each living Creatures longing, to fulfill.
Right just, thou art, oh Lord, in all thy wayes;
And (as in all thy works thou holy art)
So, thou art near to ev'ry one that praies;
To all, that seek to thee, with honest hart.
To thē, that fear thy Name, their wish thou giv'st;
And, such as call vpon thee, thou wilt save.
Vngodly men, of safety thou depriv'st
But, all thy Lovers, thy protection have.
Wherefore, oh Lord to publish out thy fame,
In praisefull wise, my mouth shall still endeaver
Yea, & all flesh, shall blesse thy holy Name,
And praise the same, for ever, & for ever.

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Psa. 146.

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Haleluiah. It stirreth vp the soul to perpetuall thanksgiving, & to depēdance vpon God alone; giving reasons for the same &c. Wee may sing it to minde vs of those duties.

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My soul, praise thou the Lord;
(As long as thou hast breath)
In song his praise record,
And, honour him till death,
No credit place
In earthlie kings, or such vaine things
As humane race.

2

Breath failes, & dust they be;
One day, their pompe destroies:
Right blest therefore, is hee

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That Iacob's God enioyes;
And hopes in him,
Who framed these, heav'n, earth, & seas,
And all in them.

3

For, God is faithfull, still,
Men wrong'd, assist will hee,
The hungry he doth fill,
And, setts the pris'ner free.
He, Sight bestowes,
Loves men vpright, & maketh streight
What crooked growes.

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The stranger he receives,
To Orphanes, help imparts:
The widdowe he releives,
And Sinners paths subvarts.
The Lord, therefore,
Oh Syon, shall be king of all
For evermore.

Haleluiah.

Psalme 147.

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It exhorts to praise God, for encreasing & building his Church, typyfied by Ierusalem; for many particuler mercies to his people, & for overthrowing the proud &c. The vse is apparant.

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Oh glorifie the Lord;
For, of God's praise to sing,

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With justice doth accord:
Yea, 'tis a pleasant thing.
Ierusalem,
Hee will erect, and recollect
His Flock to him.

2

The Contrite hart, hee heales,
Hee cures their bruises, all.
The Starrs, he, also, tells;
And, them by Name cann call.
This Lord of our,
In wise foresight, is infinite,
And great in powre.

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The Lord, the Meek doth raise,
The proud, he brings to ground.
Oh therfor, sing his praise,
Let Harps, his praise resound.
He, Clouds doth bring,
And, shewres distills, which on the hills,
Makes grasse to spring.

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Ev'n Beasts, & Ravens yonge,
He feedeth when they call:
In horse, or footmen strong,
He ioyeth nought at all:
God loves all them;
Who in his grace, their hopes doe place,
And honor him.

5

Syon, & Salem, blesse
The Lord your God, (in song)
Who doth your seed encrease,
And, hath your Gates made strong.
His Peace hath, yet,
Your bounds vphild; &, you he fild
With flowre of wheat.

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Through earth, his Mandates goe,

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His word, with swiftnes flies,
Like wooll, he giveth snowe;
His frost; like Ashes lies:
And, then (beside)
He forth doth slice, cold flakes of Ice,
Which who cann bide?

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He speakes, & streight it thawes:
He breaths, & water flowes,
His, statutes, & his Lawes,
He, to his people showes:
No nation els,
His Iudgments know, & therfore, soe
With none he deals.

Haleluiah.

Psa. 148.

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Halelujah. All Creatures are here, in a Poetical manner exhorted to glorify their Creator . Wee should vse it to remember vs, that God requireth all his Creatures (& vs especially) to praise him according to their natures.

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[1]

The Lord of heav'n, confesse;
On high, his glories raise:
Him, let all Angells blesse;
And, all his Armies praise.
Him, glorifie
Sunn, moone & starrs; yee higher Sphears,
And, Cloudie skie.

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From God, your Beeings are;
Him, therefore, famous make:
You, all, Created were
When he the word, but, spake.
And, from that place,
Where fixt you be by his Decree,
You cannot passe.

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Praise God, from Earth belowe,
Yee Dragons, & yee Deeps;
Fire, haile, Clouds, winde, & snowe,
Whome, in Command, he keeps.
Praise yee his Name
Hills, great & small; Trees, low & tall;
Beasts, wilde & tame.

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All things, that creep or flye,
Yee Kings, yee vulger Throng,
All Princes, meane or hye,
Both men, & Virgines yonge:
Ev'n yong & old,
Exalt his Name; For, much his fame,
Should be extold.

5

Oh let God's Name be praisd
Above both earth & skye:
For, he his Saints hath raisd,
And, sett their horne on hye:
Yea, they that are
Of Isr'els race, are in his grace

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And, ever dear.

Haleluiah.

Psa. 149.

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Halelujah. This Psalme exhorts to praise God in the New songs of the Gospell; & declares the powre, which shall be given thereby, both to convince the Consciences of heathen Idolators; & to chaine vp our imperious Affections &c. Wee should vse it, to provoke vs to praise God, for the many priveledges, given vnto his Saints, &c.

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In songs-newe made, your voice employ,
God's praise among his Saints to sing:
Let Isr'el in his maker ioye,
And, Syon tryvmph in her king.
The praises of his Name, advance;
With Harpe & Tymbrell, in the dance.

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The Lord, his people doth respect;
And, with his healp, the meek arayes.
Then, let the Saints his praise affect,
And, on their bedds, gladd Voices raise.
Let in their mouths, his praise remaine;
And, two-edg'd blades, their hands retaine.

3

Vpon the heathen people, then,

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They shall inflict avenging paines,
And, binde their kings, & noblemen,
In yron Fetters, & in Chaines.
For, to fulfill the written doome;
The Saints, thus honor'd shall become.

Haleluiah.

Psa. 150.

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Halelujah. It exhorts all Creatures to praise God, & shewes in what manner wee should praise him; mistically expressing the same by Instruments of Musick. Wee should vse it, to stirr vs vp to glorify God, with every facultie which he hath bestowed on vs.

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Come praise the Lord, come praise him,
With in his holy-seat:
In all his glories, praise him,
And his great Acts repeat.
As he excelleth, praise him,
With Trumpet, and with Flute;
With Harp & Psaltry, praise him,
With Viol, & with Lute.

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Vpon the Tymbrel praise him,
In Song, his praise advance:

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Vpon the Organs praise him,
And, praise him in the Dance.
On tingling Cimballs praise him,
On Cymballs loud that sound;
And, let all creatures praise him,
In whome, life-breath is found.

Haleluiah.

FINIS.

A concluding Hymne.

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Yet, among those many Creatures,
UUhich for living-breath are debters,
(Though vnworthy) I am one.
But, not many weekes are passed,
Since, the Blast that's now possessed,
VVas in danger to be gone.

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They, that prayd for my Salvation,
(Far beyond their expectation)
My desired presence have:
And, I sing, among Livinge,

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Songs of Thancks, & praises-givinge,
VVhome they look'd for, in my Grave.

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Hee, (oh Freinds) for whome yee mourned,
From thee Pitt, is back returned:
Ioie, with him, in God, therefore.
Hee (my Foes) whome you oppressed,
Lives; & praies you may be blessed:
VVish him evill, now, no more.

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Come; imagine, I were lieng
In my Grave, & let envieng,
(Spight, & evill Censures) goe:
VVee shall all (er'e long) come thither;
And, be quiet, there, togither:
Let us, whil'st wee live, be soe.

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Or, though God hath so permitted,
That wee must, for him, be fitted,
By each others wounding blowes:
Naitheles, his praise, endeavour;
And, Assent in what soever,
(Any way) his glorie showes.

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VVhen I sawe life's Taper wasting,
(And, my end by sicknes hasting)
Many things, to minde it brought:
And, among my Meditations
Musings, & Expostulations,
These, were often in my thought.

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Lord, are all those hopes bereaved,
VVhich I formerly conceaved,
That I should have here enioy'd?
Shall, as well my good intentions,
As my vaine & fond Inventions,
Now, be frustrate, & destroi'd?

8

I haved looked, everie Morrowe,
For an ending of may sorrowe.

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And, once thought, an end I had,
But, perceaving newe Afflictions
God, (sayd I) whoe gives Corrections,
May, yet, one day make mee glad.

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He hath seene such Follies in mee,
That his Mercies cannot winn mee;
Therefor, he his Rodd extends:
But, when that hath purer made me,
Peradventure he will glad mee,
And, declare that wee are freinds.

10

Thus, from tyme to tyme, I eased
My nigh fainting hart, & pleased
My Desires, which did rebell:
And I strongly, Lord, beleived
I, some Good should have received;
Till this deadlie Arrow fell.

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But, I finde, my great Corruption
Hath bene such an Interruption
To my Earthlie hopes in mee;
That, ther's now no expectation
Save, the hope of that Salvation
VVhich my Soul in heav'n shall see.

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VVhen my Sicknes mee tormented
Thus I mus'd; & was contented,
In my Soul, it should be thus.
And, I praised God in Spirit,
For the lot shee should inherit;
But, ther's Flesh & bloud in vs.

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T'was enough this Grace was showne me:
But, my Fleshlie-part, was on me,
UUhich was loth, her works to lose.
I, (Said shee) have watch'd, & cared,
Holy Hymns to have prepared:
VVhat shall now become of those?

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All my Youth I have consumed,
(VVhere as els, it is presumed:
VVealth or ease, I might have wonn)
Pyous Laies to have composed,
To restraine men ill-disposed,
From those Paths in which they runn.

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Had I Honour sought, or Treasure;
I had witt in equall Measure,
To the most that walk those waies:
But, another Path I prized,
VVherein, Death hath mee surprised
Iust at Noonetide of my daies.

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And I see, & see it plainely,
That I spent my time as vainely
As the most whome I condemn'd:
They, had Fruits of their Endeavor;
Mine, to me, is lost for ever;
And, of others, is contemn'd.

17

Many things that I intended,
Are begunn, & almost ended;
VVherein, I my paines have lost.
UVhat, on David's Hymns I mused.
Lies vnperfect, vnpervsed;
And, (of all) that, greeves me most.

18

Suchlike Thinckings, partly holie,
(Guilt with Good, & mixt with Follie)
Did possesse my wasting braine.
God, had promis'd Isack to mee,
(And, the Blessing he did show me)
Yet, of Ism'el I was faine.

19

On the Handmaid of Perfection
(By her Mistresse's direction)
I begot the Birth you see;
And, when Life was halfe expired,

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In my hart, I much desired,
That the Fruite might spared be.

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which, behold, my God hath granted;
And, some hopes I have not wanted
That I shall preceave the Same
Glad my hart, (that hath bene sory)
And, be sung vnto the glory,
And the honor of his Name.

21

Be it so, as God hath willed:
Though this hope, be not fulfilled,
I have Hopes that shall remaine.
Nay; those Hopings which have failed
Are not lost: but, much prevailed
My cheef Longings, to attaine.

22

For which Grace, Almighty maker,
And, for that I am partaker
Of the Common-life, this day;
I do offer, as Oblations,
These my harty Meditations:
Them, & mee, accept I pray.

23

All my former sinns forgivinge,
Grant, that (since among the living,
I obtaine a second Breath)
I, in manners, & Affection,
May beginn that Resurrection,
UUhich prevents the Second-death.

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Here, let these my Meditations
Yeald mee, still, sweet Consolations,
UUhilst thy Grace this life prolongs.
And, at last, advance me thither,
VVhere all Blessed Saints, togither,
Sing to thee, eternall Songs.

Amen.

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