Psa, 40
[_]
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.
