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Psalm 94.
[Avenger great; who mans presumptuŏus sin]
Avenger great; who mans presumptuŏus sin,
Earths righteŏus Iudge, with plagues to chastize doost not lin:
At length shine out, ô spring of purest light;
Rize up; pay home the proud in worlds apparent sight.
How long, great Lord, how long shal godles sect,
Shal wicked crue triumph, who heavĕnli laws neglect?
Shal tyrants fierce, impunely fome their shames;
And grievous wrongs contrive; then vant their hateful names?
THY servants, Lord, with iron teeth they grynd;
Th'elected race oppress: no plea to barbărous mynd,
Nor widoes eys, nor orphans palms can make,
Nor humbled strangers knees, their murdĕring rage to slake.
That doon, thus say; Can this to God be told?
Or Iacobs Lord wil hee from heavĕn our facts behold?
O blynded soules! gainst God ye cloze your eys:
Look up: why natures light doo brutish mynds despize?
CAN soverain cause, whence all perfections flowe,
Himself not knowe; on man yet knoweing powĕrs bestowe?
Who plants the ear; shall hee unhearing bee?
Who ey with sight endues; himself (ye fools) not see?
Round world who rules; who nations all dooth rein;
To check, to scurge leud lifes, may careles hee remain?
Yeas God dooth see; th'eternal light dooth knowe:
Yea knowĕth in hart of man how vain conceipts doo growe.
Earths righteŏus Iudge, with plagues to chastize doost not lin:
At length shine out, ô spring of purest light;
Rize up; pay home the proud in worlds apparent sight.
How long, great Lord, how long shal godles sect,
Shal wicked crue triumph, who heavĕnli laws neglect?
Shal tyrants fierce, impunely fome their shames;
And grievous wrongs contrive; then vant their hateful names?
THY servants, Lord, with iron teeth they grynd;
Th'elected race oppress: no plea to barbărous mynd,
Nor widoes eys, nor orphans palms can make,
Nor humbled strangers knees, their murdĕring rage to slake.
That doon, thus say; Can this to God be told?
Or Iacobs Lord wil hee from heavĕn our facts behold?
O blynded soules! gainst God ye cloze your eys:
Look up: why natures light doo brutish mynds despize?
CAN soverain cause, whence all perfections flowe,
Himself not knowe; on man yet knoweing powĕrs bestowe?
Who plants the ear; shall hee unhearing bee?
Who ey with sight endues; himself (ye fools) not see?
Round world who rules; who nations all dooth rein;
To check, to scurge leud lifes, may careles hee remain?
Yeas God dooth see; th'eternal light dooth knowe:
Yea knowĕth in hart of man how vain conceipts doo growe.
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O Blest that man, whom thow doost Lord correct;
And by correcting teach towărd sacred laws respect.
Midst days of evĭl in rest he safe abides;
For wicked wretch dead pit while vengeance due provides.
For sure our Lord his folk wil not forsake:
Wil not peculiar flock t'abandon e're betake.
For iudgement shall to iustice pure return:
And draw all upright harts, which now for iustice moorn.
And by correcting teach towărd sacred laws respect.
Midst days of evĭl in rest he safe abides;
For wicked wretch dead pit while vengeance due provides.
For sure our Lord his folk wil not forsake:
Wil not peculiar flock t'abandon e're betake.
For iudgement shall to iustice pure return:
And draw all upright harts, which now for iustice moorn.
AH who for mee dare gainst malfactors rize;
What courage take my part? If thow thy gracious eys,
If succŏring hand, deer Lord, didst not extend;
My life towărd death, my soule towărd silent place did bend.
But when I cry'd; My foot, ah Lord, dooth shake:
Thy pityĭng grace did mee to staid protection take.
In swarms of cares, midst sad perplexed thought,
Yet comforts thyn delight in troubled soule have wrought.
MAY viŏlent throne, from thee, Lord, powĕrs derive,
That lusts for laws ordein, and griefs for ease contrive?
By troops they range, the rightĕous soule to kill:
Yea iudgement seats abuze, ungilti bloud to spill.
But God my towĕr, my high retreit hath been;
My Lord, my rock assurĕd in worlds fair vieu was seen.
He hee their wrongs, their spite shal them restore:
Yea God our Lord their pride hew doun for evermore.
What courage take my part? If thow thy gracious eys,
If succŏring hand, deer Lord, didst not extend;
My life towărd death, my soule towărd silent place did bend.
But when I cry'd; My foot, ah Lord, dooth shake:
Thy pityĭng grace did mee to staid protection take.
In swarms of cares, midst sad perplexed thought,
Yet comforts thyn delight in troubled soule have wrought.
MAY viŏlent throne, from thee, Lord, powĕrs derive,
That lusts for laws ordein, and griefs for ease contrive?
By troops they range, the rightĕous soule to kill:
Yea iudgement seats abuze, ungilti bloud to spill.
But God my towĕr, my high retreit hath been;
My Lord, my rock assurĕd in worlds fair vieu was seen.
He hee their wrongs, their spite shal them restore:
Yea God our Lord their pride hew doun for evermore.
| Sacred Hymns, Consisting of Fifti Select Psalms of David and others, Paraphrastically turned into English Verse. And by Robert Tailovr, set to be sung in Five parts, as also to the Viole, and Lute or Orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of Mvsic in hir original honour | |