The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

I thee will love, O Lord my pow'r;
Thou art my fortresse, rock, and tow'r:
My God, my trust, my confidence;
My horne of safety, and defence.
To God most prais'd I send my Cries,
Who saves me from mine enemies:
When pangs of circling death prevail'd,
And floods of wicked men assail'd.

I compass'd am with paines of Hell;
The snares of death about me dwell.
To God I cry'd, distrest and griev'd;
Who from His Temple me reliev'd.
The earth then trembled at His wrath,
Which Hir foundations shaken hath.
A smoake from out His nostrills came,
And from His mouth devouring flame.

He bow'd the Heavens, and came downe;
Beneath His feet was darknesse throw'n:
On flying Cherubs He did ride;
On wings of Wind through Heaven glide.
Thick darknesse His Pavilion made;
And watry Clouds the sky orelay'd.
Yet at His brightnesse those gave place
Whilst haile and fire powr'd down a pace

His voyce was heard in thunders loud;
And coales fell from the breaking Cloud
His shafts dispers'd them, as they flew,
Their force His darted lightnings slew.
The Oceans Chanell did appear;
The world's foundations naked were
At Thy rebuke, O Lord, and blast,
Which Thy incensed Nostrills cast.

He me from many waters tooke,
My too strong foes with vengeance strooke
They me in day of trouble seiz'd;
But God my stay those sorrowes eas'd.
He brought me to a spacious place,
Deliv'ring me through His free grace
He did my righteousnesse regard,
And cleannesse of my hands reward.

For I the wayes of God have kept;
Nor wickedly His precepts left.

His judgments I, and statutes, prize;
Still placing them before my eyes.
I perfect was, and innocent;
Nor to ungodly courses bent;
Therefore as guiltlesse, and upright,
I am rewarded in His sight.

Second Part.

Thou to the mercifull art kind;
And pure, where Thou dost purenesse find.
But with the froward art perverse;
Dost save the poor, the proud disperse.
For thou my candle wilt make bright,
And turne my darknesse into light.
By Thee I made a Troop to fall;
And through my God leap'd ore a wall.

God's way is perfect, His word try'd
Doth as a shield the faithfull hide.
Who can like Him a Saviour be?
Or who a Rock to us, but He?
Tis God that girdeth me with might,
And keepes me in my wayes upright:
My feet, like Hind's, He maketh swift,
And to high places doth me lift.

Tis He doth teach my hands to warre;
Steel bowes by them now broken are.
Thou wast my shield, Thy hand sustain'd:
I through Thy favour greatnesse gain'd.

My feet enlarged have not fail'd;
'Gainst foes pursuit my hands prevail'd
Whose pride now quite confounded lies
Wounded and fall'n, no more to rise.

Thou girdest me with strength for fight,
And hast subdu'd the rebells might:
Their captive necks below me bend,
And in deserv'd destruction end.
They cry'd for safety, 'midst their fear
But God nor help them would, nor hear
Like dust blow'n up, so did I beat,
And tread them downe in their retreat.

From mutiny, and peoples strife
O Lord, Thou resku'd hast my life.
My head ore Nations Thou dost crown
Those serve me, whom I have not known
Soone as they heare, they me obay;
And strangers stoop unto my sway.
The aliens away shall fade,
And their close places leave dismai'd

Blest be my Rock, who ever lives;
Exalt Him, who Salvation gives.
Tis God whose vengeance doth pursue
And people under me subdue.
He saves me from mine enemies,
And lifts me up 'bove those that rise.

He is my reskue, my defence,
From men of blood and violence.

Therefore will I to Thee O Lord,
My thanks Eternally record:
Amongst the Heathen speake Thy fame,
And praises sing unto Thy Name.
He great deliverance doth bring,
In love to His annointed King:
His mercies doth on David powre,
And on his seed, for evermore.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. XVIII.

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Second Part.