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THE PSALMS OF DAVID.
Psalm I. Beatus vir.
He blessed is, who neither loosely treads
The straying stepps as wicked counsel leades,
Ne for bad mates in way of sinning wayteth,
Nor yet himself with idle scorners seateth;
But on Gods law his hearts delight doth bind,
Which night & day he calls to marking mind.
The straying stepps as wicked counsel leades,
Ne for bad mates in way of sinning wayteth,
Nor yet himself with idle scorners seateth;
But on Gods law his hearts delight doth bind,
Which night & day he calls to marking mind.
He shall be like a freshly planted tree,
To which sweet springs of waters neighbours be.
Whose braunches faile not timely fruite to nourish,
Nor with red leafe shall make yt faile to flourish.
So all the things whereto that man doth bend,
Shall prosper still, with well succeeding end.
To which sweet springs of waters neighbours be.
Whose braunches faile not timely fruite to nourish,
Nor with red leafe shall make yt faile to flourish.
So all the things whereto that man doth bend,
Shall prosper still, with well succeeding end.
Such blessings shall not wicked wretches see:
But lyke vyle chaff with wind shal scattred be;
For neither shall the men in sin delighted
Consist, when they to highest doome are cited.
Ne yet shall suffred be a place to take,
Where godly men do their assembly make.
But lyke vyle chaff with wind shal scattred be;
For neither shall the men in sin delighted
Consist, when they to highest doome are cited.
Ne yet shall suffred be a place to take,
Where godly men do their assembly make.
For God doth know, & knowing doth approve
The trade of them, that just proceeding love
But they that sinne, in sinfull breast do cherish
The way they go shall be their way to perish.
The trade of them, that just proceeding love
But they that sinne, in sinfull breast do cherish
The way they go shall be their way to perish.
Psalm II. Quare fremuerunt gentes.
What ayles this heathenish rage? What do thes people meaneTo mutter murmures vaine?
Why do these earthly kings & lords such meeting make,
And councel joyntly take,
Against the Lord of Lords, the lord of every thing,
And his anoynted king?
Come, let us break their bonds, say they, & fondly say:
And cast their yoakes away.
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He shall laugh them to scorn,
And after speake to them, with breath of wrathful fire,
And vex them in his ire.
And say (O kings) yet have I set my King upon
My Holy Hill Syon;
And I will (sayeth His king) the Lords decree display,
And say that he did say:
Thou art my Son indeed, this day begott by me:
Ask I will give to thee,
The Heathen for thy Childs right, & will thy realme extend
Farr as Worlds farthest end.
With Iron scepter bruse thou shalt, & peece meale breake
These men like potshards weake.
Therefore (O kings), be wise, O rulers rule your mind,
That knowledg you may finde.
Serve God, serve him with feare: Rejoyce in him but so,
That joy with trembling go.
With loving homage kisse that only son he hath,
Least you enflame his wrath.
Whereof if but a sparke once kindled be, you all
From your way perish shall
And then they that in him their only trust do rest,
O they be rightly blest.
Psalm III. Domine quid multiplic
Lord how do they encrease
That hatefull never cease
To breed my grievous trouble
How many Ones there be
That all against poore me
Their numbrous strength redouble.
That hatefull never cease
To breed my grievous trouble
How many Ones there be
That all against poore me
Their numbrous strength redouble.
Even multitudes be they
That to my Soul do say
No help for you remaineth
In God on whom you build
Yet Lord thou art my shield
In thee my glory raigneth.
That to my Soul do say
No help for you remaineth
In God on whom you build
Yet Lord thou art my shield
In thee my glory raigneth.
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The Lord lifts up my head
To him my voice I spread
From Holy hill he heard me
I layd me down & slept
While he me safely kept,
And safe from sleep I reard me.
To him my voice I spread
From Holy hill he heard me
I layd me down & slept
While he me safely kept,
And safe from sleep I reard me.
I will not be afraid
Though legions round be layd,
Which all against me gather:
I say no more but this:
Up Lord now time it is:
Help me my God & Father!
Though legions round be layd,
Which all against me gather:
I say no more but this:
Up Lord now time it is:
Help me my God & Father!
For thou with cruel blowes
On jawbones of my foes,
My causeless wrongs hast wroken:
Thou those mens teeth which byte,
Venom'd with godless spight,
Hast in their malice broken.
On jawbones of my foes,
My causeless wrongs hast wroken:
Thou those mens teeth which byte,
Venom'd with godless spight,
Hast in their malice broken.
Salvation doth belong
Unto the Lord most strong:
He is he that defendeth:
And on those blessed same
Which beare his peoples name,
His blessing he extendeth.
Unto the Lord most strong:
He is he that defendeth:
And on those blessed same
Which beare his peoples name,
His blessing he extendeth.
Psalm IV. Cum invocarem.
Heare me, O heare me, when I call,
O God God of my equity:
Thou sett'st me free when I was thrall,
Have mercy therefore still on me,
And harken how I pray to thee.
O God God of my equity:
Thou sett'st me free when I was thrall,
Have mercy therefore still on me,
And harken how I pray to thee.
O men, whose fathers were but men,
Till when will ye my honor high
Stain with your blasphemies? till when
Such pleasure take in vanity,
And only hunt where lies do ly?
Till when will ye my honor high
Stain with your blasphemies? till when
Such pleasure take in vanity,
And only hunt where lies do ly?
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Yet know this to, that God did take
When he chose me, a godly one:
Such one, I say, that when I make
My cryeng plaintes to him alone,
He will give good eare to my moane.
When he chose me, a godly one:
Such one, I say, that when I make
My cryeng plaintes to him alone,
He will give good eare to my moane.
O tremble then with awfull will:
Sinne from all rule in you depose,
Talk with your harts and yet be still:
And when your chamber you do close,
Your selves, yet to your selves disclose.
Sinne from all rule in you depose,
Talk with your harts and yet be still:
And when your chamber you do close,
Your selves, yet to your selves disclose.
The sacrifices sacrifie
Of just desires, on justice staid
Trust in that Lord that cannot ly.
Indeed full many folkes have said,
From whence shall come to us such aid?
Of just desires, on justice staid
Trust in that Lord that cannot ly.
Indeed full many folkes have said,
From whence shall come to us such aid?
But Lord lift thou upon our sight
The shining cleerenes of thy face:
Where I have found more hartes delight,
Then they whose store in harvests space
Of grain and wine fills stoaring place.
The shining cleerenes of thy face:
Where I have found more hartes delight,
Then they whose store in harvests space
Of grain and wine fills stoaring place.
So I in peace and peacefull blisse
Will lay me down and take my rest:
For it is thou Lord, thou it is,
By pow'r of whose own onely brest
I dwell, laid up in safest neast.
Will lay me down and take my rest:
For it is thou Lord, thou it is,
By pow'r of whose own onely brest
I dwell, laid up in safest neast.
Psalm V. Verba mea auribus.
Ponder the wordes O Lord that I doe say,
Consider what I meditate in me:
O harken to my voice which calls on thee,
My king, my God, for I to thee will pray.
Soe shall my voice clime to thine eares betime:
For unto thee I will my praier send
With earliest entry of the morning prime,
And will my waiting eies to thee-ward bend.
Consider what I meditate in me:
O harken to my voice which calls on thee,
My king, my God, for I to thee will pray.
Soe shall my voice clime to thine eares betime:
For unto thee I will my praier send
With earliest entry of the morning prime,
And will my waiting eies to thee-ward bend.
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For thou art that same God, farre from delight
In that which of fowle wickednes doth smell:
No, nor with thee the naughty ones shall dwell,
Nor glorious fooles stand in thy awfull sight.
Thou hatest all whose workes in ill are plac'd,
And shalt roote out the tongues to lyeng bent:
For thou, the Lord, in endles hatred hast
The murdrous man and soe the fraudulent.
In that which of fowle wickednes doth smell:
No, nor with thee the naughty ones shall dwell,
Nor glorious fooles stand in thy awfull sight.
Thou hatest all whose workes in ill are plac'd,
And shalt roote out the tongues to lyeng bent:
For thou, the Lord, in endles hatred hast
The murdrous man and soe the fraudulent.
But I my self will to thy howse addresse
With pasport of thy graces manifold:
And in thy feare, knees of my hart will fold,
Towardes the temple of thy hollinesse.
Thou Lord, thou Lord, the saver of thine owne!
Guide me, ô in thy justice be my guide:
And make thy waies to me more plainly known,
For all I need, that with such foes do bide.
With pasport of thy graces manifold:
And in thy feare, knees of my hart will fold,
Towardes the temple of thy hollinesse.
Thou Lord, thou Lord, the saver of thine owne!
Guide me, ô in thy justice be my guide:
And make thy waies to me more plainly known,
For all I need, that with such foes do bide.
For in their mouth not one cleare word is spent,
Mischief their soules for inmost lyning have:
Their throate it is an open swallowing grave,
Whereto their tong, is flattring instrument.
Give them their due unto their guiltinesse
Let their vile thoughts the thinckers ruine be:
With heaped weights, of their own sinns oppresse
These most ungratefull rebells unto thee.
Mischief their soules for inmost lyning have:
Their throate it is an open swallowing grave,
Whereto their tong, is flattring instrument.
Give them their due unto their guiltinesse
Let their vile thoughts the thinckers ruine be:
With heaped weights, of their own sinns oppresse
These most ungratefull rebells unto thee.
So shal all they that trust on thee doe bend,
And love the sweete sound of thy name, rejoyce:
They ever shall send thee their praising voice;
Since ever thou to them wilt succour send.
Thy work it is to blesse, thou blessedst them
The just in thee, on thee and justice build:
Thy work it is such men safe in to hemm
With kindest care, as with a certain shield.
And love the sweete sound of thy name, rejoyce:
They ever shall send thee their praising voice;
Since ever thou to them wilt succour send.
Thy work it is to blesse, thou blessedst them
The just in thee, on thee and justice build:
Thy work it is such men safe in to hemm
With kindest care, as with a certain shield.
Psalm VI. Domine ne in furore.
Lord lett not mee a worm by thee be shent
While thou art in the heate of thy displeasure:
Ne let thy rage; of my due punnishment
Become the measure.
While thou art in the heate of thy displeasure:
Ne let thy rage; of my due punnishment
Become the measure.
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But mercy Lord, lett mercy thine descend,
For I am weake, and in my weaknes languish:
Lord help, for ev'n my bones their marrow spend
With cruell anguish.
For I am weake, and in my weaknes languish:
Lord help, for ev'n my bones their marrow spend
With cruell anguish.
Nay ev'n my soule fell troubles do appall.
Alas how long my God wilt thou delay me?
Turn thee, sweete Lord, and from this ougly fall
My deere God stay me.
Alas how long my God wilt thou delay me?
Turn thee, sweete Lord, and from this ougly fall
My deere God stay me.
Mercy, ô mercy Lord, for mercies sake,
For death doth kill the wittnes of thy glory,
Can of thy praise the tongues entombed make
A heav'nly story?
For death doth kill the wittnes of thy glory,
Can of thy praise the tongues entombed make
A heav'nly story?
Loe I am tir'd while still I sigh and grone:
My moistned bed proofes of my sorrow showeth:
My bed (while I with black night moorn alone)
With my teares floweth.
My moistned bed proofes of my sorrow showeth:
My bed (while I with black night moorn alone)
With my teares floweth.
Woe, like a Moth, my faces beutie eates,
And age pul'd on with paines all freshnes fretteth;
The while a swarm of foes with vexing feates
My life besetteth.
And age pul'd on with paines all freshnes fretteth;
The while a swarm of foes with vexing feates
My life besetteth.
Gett hence you evill, who in my ill rejoice,
In all whose works vainenesse is ever raigning:
For God hath heard the weeping sobbing voice
Of my complayning.
In all whose works vainenesse is ever raigning:
For God hath heard the weeping sobbing voice
Of my complayning.
The Lord my suite did heare, and gently heare
They shall be sham'd and vext, that breed my cryeng:
And turn their backs, and straight on backs appeare
Their shamfull flyeng.
They shall be sham'd and vext, that breed my cryeng:
And turn their backs, and straight on backs appeare
Their shamfull flyeng.
Psalm VII. Domine, Deus meus.
O Lord, my God, thou art my trustfull stay:
O save me from this persecutions show'r:
Deliver me in my endangerd way.
O save me from this persecutions show'r:
Deliver me in my endangerd way.
Least Lion-like, he doe my soule devoure;
And cruelly in many peeces teare,
While I am voide of any helping pow'r.
And cruelly in many peeces teare,
While I am voide of any helping pow'r.
O Lord, my God, if I did not forbeare
Ever from deede of any such desert:
If ought my handes of wickednes do beare:
Ever from deede of any such desert:
If ought my handes of wickednes do beare:
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If I have byn unkinde for frendly part:
Nay if I wrought not for his freedoms sake,
Who causlesse now, yeeldes me a hatefull hart:
Nay if I wrought not for his freedoms sake,
Who causlesse now, yeeldes me a hatefull hart:
Then let my foe chase me, and chasing take:
Then lett his foote upon my neck be set:
Then in the dust lett hym my honor rake.
Then lett his foote upon my neck be set:
Then in the dust lett hym my honor rake.
Arise, ô Lord, in wrath thy self up sett
Against such rage of foes; awake for me
To that high doom, which I by thee must gett.
Against such rage of foes; awake for me
To that high doom, which I by thee must gett.
So shall all men with laudes inviron thee
Therefore ô Lord lift up thy throne on high
That ev'ry folk thy wondrous acts may see.
Therefore ô Lord lift up thy throne on high
That ev'ry folk thy wondrous acts may see.
Thou Lord, the people shalt in judgment try:
Then Lord, my Lord give sentence on my side
After my clearnesse, and my equity.
Then Lord, my Lord give sentence on my side
After my clearnesse, and my equity.
O let their wickednes no longer bide
From comming to the well deserved end:
But still be thou to just men justest guide.
From comming to the well deserved end:
But still be thou to just men justest guide.
Thou righteous proofes to hartes and reines dost send:
And all my helpe from none but thee is sent,
Who dost thy saving-health to true men bend.
And all my helpe from none but thee is sent,
Who dost thy saving-health to true men bend.
Thou righteous art, thou strong, thou pacient:
And each day art provok'd thyne ire to show:
And if this man will not learn to repent,
And each day art provok'd thyne ire to show:
And if this man will not learn to repent,
For hym thou whettst thy sword and bend'st thy bow,
And hast thy deadly armes in order brought,
And ready art to lett thyne Arrowes go.
And hast thy deadly armes in order brought,
And ready art to lett thyne Arrowes go.
Lo he that first conceav'd a wretched thought,
And greate with child of mischief travel'd long,
Now brought a bed, hath brought nought foorth but nought.
And greate with child of mischief travel'd long,
Now brought a bed, hath brought nought foorth but nought.
A pitt was digg'd by this man vainly strong,
But in the pitt he ruin'd first did fall,
Which fall he made, to doe his neighbour wrong.
But in the pitt he ruin'd first did fall,
Which fall he made, to doe his neighbour wrong.
He against me doth throw, but down it shall
Upon his pate; his paine emploied thus
And his own ill, his own head shall appall.
Upon his pate; his paine emploied thus
And his own ill, his own head shall appall.
I will give thancks unto the Lord of us
According to his heav'nly equity,
And will to highest name yeeld praises high.
According to his heav'nly equity,
And will to highest name yeeld praises high.
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Psalm VIII. Domine, Dominus.
O Lord that rul'st our mortall lyne
How through the world thy name doth shine:
That hast of thine unmatched glory
Upon the heav'ns engrav'n the story.
How through the world thy name doth shine:
That hast of thine unmatched glory
Upon the heav'ns engrav'n the story.
From sucklings hath thy honor sprong,
Thy force hath flow'd from babies tongue:
Whereby thou stopp'st thine en'mies prating
Bent to revenge and over-hating.
Thy force hath flow'd from babies tongue:
Whereby thou stopp'st thine en'mies prating
Bent to revenge and over-hating.
When I upon the heav'ns do look,
Which all from thee their essence took;
When Moon and Starrs, my thoughts beholdeth
Whose life no life but of thee holdeth:
Which all from thee their essence took;
When Moon and Starrs, my thoughts beholdeth
Whose life no life but of thee holdeth:
Then thinck I: Ah, what is this man:
Whom that greate God remember can?
And what the race of him descended,
It should be ought of God attended.
Whom that greate God remember can?
And what the race of him descended,
It should be ought of God attended.
For though in lesse then Angells state
Thou planted hast this earthly mate:
Yet hast thou made ev'n hym an owner
Of glorious crown, and crowning honor.
Thou planted hast this earthly mate:
Yet hast thou made ev'n hym an owner
Of glorious crown, and crowning honor.
Thou placest hym upon all landes
To rule the workes of thine own handes:
And so thou hast all things ordained,
That ev'n his feete, have on them raigned.
To rule the workes of thine own handes:
And so thou hast all things ordained,
That ev'n his feete, have on them raigned.
Thou under his dominion plac't
Both sheepe and oxen wholy hast:
And all the beastes for ever breeding,
Which in the fertill fieldes be feeding.
Both sheepe and oxen wholy hast:
And all the beastes for ever breeding,
Which in the fertill fieldes be feeding.
The Bird, free-burgesse of the Aire,
The Fish, of sea the native heire:
And what things els of waters traceth
The unworn pathes, his rule embraceth.
O Lord that rul'st our mortall lyne,
How through the world thi name doth shine.
The Fish, of sea the native heire:
And what things els of waters traceth
The unworn pathes, his rule embraceth.
O Lord that rul'st our mortall lyne,
How through the world thi name doth shine.
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Psalm IX. Confitebor tibi.
With all my hart, ô Lord I will praise thee,
My speaches all thy mervailes shall discry:
In thee my joyes and comfortes ever be
Yea ev'n my songs thy name shall magnify,
ô Lord most hie.
My speaches all thy mervailes shall discry:
In thee my joyes and comfortes ever be
Yea ev'n my songs thy name shall magnify,
ô Lord most hie.
Because my foes to fly are now constrain'd,
And they are fall'n, nay perisht at thy sight:
For thou my cause, my right thou hast maintain'd,
Setting thy self, in throne which shined bright,
Of judging right.
And they are fall'n, nay perisht at thy sight:
For thou my cause, my right thou hast maintain'd,
Setting thy self, in throne which shined bright,
Of judging right.
The Gentiles thou rebuked sorely hast,
And wicked folks, from thee to wrack do wend:
And their renown, which seem'd so like to last;
Thou dost put out, and quite consuming send
To endles end.
And wicked folks, from thee to wrack do wend:
And their renown, which seem'd so like to last;
Thou dost put out, and quite consuming send
To endles end.
O bragging foe, where is the endles wast
Of conquer'd states, whereby such fame you gott?
What? doth their memory no longer last?
Both ruines, ruiners, and ruin'd plott
Be quite forgott.
Of conquer'd states, whereby such fame you gott?
What? doth their memory no longer last?
Both ruines, ruiners, and ruin'd plott
Be quite forgott.
But God shall sitt in his eternall Chaire,
Which he prepar'd to give his judgmentes high:
Thither the world for justice shall repaire:
Thence he to all, his judgments shall apply
Perpetually.
Which he prepar'd to give his judgmentes high:
Thither the world for justice shall repaire:
Thence he to all, his judgments shall apply
Perpetually.
Thou Lord also th'oppressed wilt defend,
That they to thee in troublous tyme may flee:
They that know thee, on thee their trust will bend,
For thou Lord found by them wilt ever be,
That seake to thee.
That they to thee in troublous tyme may flee:
They that know thee, on thee their trust will bend,
For thou Lord found by them wilt ever be,
That seake to thee.
O praise the Lord, this Syon-dweller good,
Shew foorth his actes, and this as act most high:
That he enquiring, doth require just blood,
Which he forgetteth not, nor letteth dy
Th'afflicted cry.
Shew foorth his actes, and this as act most high:
That he enquiring, doth require just blood,
Which he forgetteth not, nor letteth dy
Th'afflicted cry.
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Have mercy, mercy Lord, I once did say,
Ponder the paines which on me loaden be
By them whose mindes on hatefull thoughts do stray:
Thou Lord that from death-gates hast lifted me,
I call to thee.
Ponder the paines which on me loaden be
By them whose mindes on hatefull thoughts do stray:
Thou Lord that from death-gates hast lifted me,
I call to thee.
That I within the portes most bewtifull
Of Sions daughter may sound foorth thi praise:
That I, ev'n I, of heav'nly comfort full
May only joy in all thy saving waies
Through out my daies.
Of Sions daughter may sound foorth thi praise:
That I, ev'n I, of heav'nly comfort full
May only joy in all thy saving waies
Through out my daies.
No sooner said, but lo mine enymies sinck
Down in the pitt which they them selves had wrought:
And in that nett which they well hidden think,
Is their own foote, led by their own ill thought,
Most surely caught.
Down in the pitt which they them selves had wrought:
And in that nett which they well hidden think,
Is their own foote, led by their own ill thought,
Most surely caught.
For then the Lord in judgment showes to raign,
When godlesse men be snar'd in their own snares:
When wicked soules be turned to hellish pain,
And that forgettfull sort, which never cares
What God prepares.
When godlesse men be snar'd in their own snares:
When wicked soules be turned to hellish pain,
And that forgettfull sort, which never cares
What God prepares.
But on the other side, the poore in sprite
Shall not be scrapt, from out of heav'nly score:
Nor meeke abiding of the pacient wight
Yet perish shall (although his paine be sore)
For evermore.
Shall not be scrapt, from out of heav'nly score:
Nor meeke abiding of the pacient wight
Yet perish shall (although his paine be sore)
For evermore.
Up Lord and judg the Gentiles in thy right,
And lett not man have upper hand of thee:
With terrors greate, ô Lord, doe thou them fright:
That by sharp proofes, the heathen them selves may see
But men to be.
And lett not man have upper hand of thee:
With terrors greate, ô Lord, doe thou them fright:
That by sharp proofes, the heathen them selves may see
But men to be.
Psalm X. Ut quid Domine?
Why standest thou soe farre
O God, our only starre,
In time most fitt for thee
To help who vexed be!
For lo with pride the wicked man
Still plagues the poore the most he can:
O lett proud hym be throughly caught
In craft of his own crafty thought.
O God, our only starre,
In time most fitt for thee
To help who vexed be!
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Still plagues the poore the most he can:
O lett proud hym be throughly caught
In craft of his own crafty thought.
For he him self doth praise
When he his lust doth ease:
Extolling rav'nous gaine,
But doth God's self disdaine.
Nay so proud is his puffed thought,
That after God he never sought:
But rather much he fancies this;
The name of God a fable is.
When he his lust doth ease:
Extolling rav'nous gaine,
But doth God's self disdaine.
Nay so proud is his puffed thought,
That after God he never sought:
But rather much he fancies this;
The name of God a fable is.
For while his waies doe prove,
On them he setts his love:
Thy judgments are to hie,
He can them not espy.
Therefore he doth defy all those;
That dare them selves to him oppose:
And saieth in his bragging hart,
This gotten blisse, shall never part.
On them he setts his love:
Thy judgments are to hie,
He can them not espy.
Therefore he doth defy all those;
That dare them selves to him oppose:
And saieth in his bragging hart,
This gotten blisse, shall never part.
Nor he removed be,
Nor danger ever see:
Yet from his mouth doth spring
Cursing, and cosening
Under his tongue do harbour'd ly
Both mischief and iniquity.
For proof, ofte laine in wait he is
In secrete by-way villages.
Nor danger ever see:
Yet from his mouth doth spring
Cursing, and cosening
Under his tongue do harbour'd ly
Both mischief and iniquity.
For proof, ofte laine in wait he is
In secrete by-way villages.
In such a place unknown
To slay the hurtlesse one;
With wincking eies ay bent
Against the innocent.
Like lurking Lion in his den,
He waites to spoile the simple men:
Whom to their losse he still doth gett,
When once he draw'th his wily nett.
To slay the hurtlesse one;
With wincking eies ay bent
Against the innocent.
Like lurking Lion in his den,
He waites to spoile the simple men:
Whom to their losse he still doth gett,
When once he draw'th his wily nett.
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O with how simple look,
He ofte laieth out his hooke!
And with how humble showes
To trapp poore soules he goes!
Thus freely saieth he in his sprite:
God sleepes, or hath forgotten quite,
His farr-of sight now hud-winck is,
He leisure wants to mark all this.
He ofte laieth out his hooke!
And with how humble showes
To trapp poore soules he goes!
Thus freely saieth he in his sprite:
God sleepes, or hath forgotten quite,
His farr-of sight now hud-winck is,
He leisure wants to mark all this.
Then rise and come abroad,
O Lord, our only God:
Lift up thy heav'nly hand
And by the silly stand.
Why should the evill, so evill despise
The pow'r of thy through-seeing eyes?
And why should he in hart soe hard
Say, thou dost not thine own regard?
O Lord, our only God:
Lift up thy heav'nly hand
And by the silly stand.
Why should the evill, so evill despise
The pow'r of thy through-seeing eyes?
And why should he in hart soe hard
Say, thou dost not thine own regard?
But nak'd before thin eyes
All wrong and mischief lies:
For of them in thy handes
The ballance ev'nly standes.
But who aright poore-minded be
Committ their cause, them selves to thee,
The succour of the succourles
The father of the fatherles.
All wrong and mischief lies:
For of them in thy handes
The ballance ev'nly standes.
But who aright poore-minded be
Committ their cause, them selves to thee,
The succour of the succourles
The father of the fatherles.
Breake thou the wicked arme,
Whose fury bendes to harme:
Search them, and wicked he
Will straight way nothing be.
O Lord we shall thy title sing,
Ever and ever, to be king
Who hast the heath'ny folk destroi'd
From out thy land by them anoi'd.
Whose fury bendes to harme:
Search them, and wicked he
Will straight way nothing be.
O Lord we shall thy title sing,
Ever and ever, to be king
Who hast the heath'ny folk destroi'd
From out thy land by them anoi'd.
Thou op'nest heav'nly dore
To praiers of the poore:
Thou first prepar'd their mind,
Then eare to them enclind.
O be thou still the Orphans aid,
That poore from ruyne may be staid:
Least we should ever feare the lust
Of earthly man, a lord of dust.
To praiers of the poore:
Thou first prepar'd their mind,
Then eare to them enclind.
O be thou still the Orphans aid,
That poore from ruyne may be staid:
Least we should ever feare the lust
Of earthly man, a lord of dust.
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Psalm XI. In Domino confido.
Since I do trust Jehova still,
Your fearfull wordes why do you spill
That like a bird to some strong hill
I now should fall a flyeng.
Your fearfull wordes why do you spill
That like a bird to some strong hill
I now should fall a flyeng.
Behould the evill have bent their bow,
And sett their arrowes in a row,
To give unwares a mortall blow
To hartes that hate all lyeng.
And sett their arrowes in a row,
To give unwares a mortall blow
To hartes that hate all lyeng.
But that in building they begunn
With ground-plotts fall, shalbe undunn:
For what, alas, have just men donn?
In them no cause is growing.
With ground-plotts fall, shalbe undunn:
For what, alas, have just men donn?
In them no cause is growing.
God in his holy temple is:
The throne of heav'n is only his
Naught his all-seeing sight can misse;
His ey-lidds peise our going.
The throne of heav'n is only his
Naught his all-seeing sight can misse;
His ey-lidds peise our going.
The Lord doth search the just mans reynes,
But hates, abhorrs, the wicked braines,
On them stormes, brimstone, coales he raines:
That is their share assigned.
But hates, abhorrs, the wicked braines,
On them stormes, brimstone, coales he raines:
That is their share assigned.
But so of happy other side
His lovely face on them doth bide
In race of life their feete to guide
Who be to God enclined.
His lovely face on them doth bide
In race of life their feete to guide
Who be to God enclined.
Psalm XII. Salvum me fac.
Lord helpe it is hygh tyme for me to call,
No men are left that charity doth love:
Nay ev'n the race, of good men are decai'd.
No men are left that charity doth love:
Nay ev'n the race, of good men are decai'd.
Of things vaine with vaine mates they babble all
Their abject lipps, no breath but flattry move
Sent from false hart on double meaning staid.
Their abject lipps, no breath but flattry move
Sent from false hart on double meaning staid.
But thou (ô Lord) give them a thorough fall:
Those lyeng lipps, from cosoning head remove,
In falshood wrapt, but in their pride displaid.
Those lyeng lipps, from cosoning head remove,
In falshood wrapt, but in their pride displaid.
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Our tongues, say they, beyond them all shall goe:
We both have pow'r, and will our tales to tell:
For what lord rules our brave emboldned brest?
We both have pow'r, and will our tales to tell:
For what lord rules our brave emboldned brest?
Ah now ev'n for their sakes, that tast of wo,
Whom troubles tosse, whose natures need doth quell
Ev'n for the sighes, true sighes of man distrest:
Whom troubles tosse, whose natures need doth quell
Ev'n for the sighes, true sighes of man distrest:
I will gett up saith God, and my help show
Against all them, that against hym do swell,
Maugre his foes, I will him sett at rest.
Against all them, that against hym do swell,
Maugre his foes, I will him sett at rest.
These are Gods wordes, Gods words are ever pure:
Pure, purer then the silver throughly tride,
When fire seav'n tymes hath spent his earthy parts.
Pure, purer then the silver throughly tride,
When fire seav'n tymes hath spent his earthy parts.
Then thou (ô Lord) shalt keepe the good still sure:
By thee preserv'd, in thee they shall abide:
Yea in no age, thy blisse from them departes.
By thee preserv'd, in thee they shall abide:
Yea in no age, thy blisse from them departes.
Thou seest each side the walking doth endure
Of these badd folks, more lifted up with pride,
Which if it last, wo to all simple hartes.
Of these badd folks, more lifted up with pride,
Which if it last, wo to all simple hartes.
Psalm XIII. Usque quo, Domine?
How long (ô Lord) shall I forgotten be?What? ever?
How long wilt thou thi hidden face from me
Dissever?
How long shall I consult with carefull sprite
In anguish?
How long shall I with foes triumphant might
Thus languish?
Behold me Lord, let to thy hearing creep
My crying.
Nay give me eyes, and light, least that I sleep
In dying.
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Prevailed:
And at my fall they joy that, troublous, me
Assailed.
Noe, noe, I trust on thee, and joy in thy
Greate pitty:
Still therefore of thy graces shalbe my
Songs ditty.
Psalm XIV. Dixit insipiens.
The foolish man by flesh and fancy ledd,
His guilty hart with this fond thought hath fed:
There is noe God that raigneth.
His guilty hart with this fond thought hath fed:
There is noe God that raigneth.
And so thereafter he and all his mates
Do workes, which earth corrupt, and Heaven hates:
Not one that good remaineth.
Do workes, which earth corrupt, and Heaven hates:
Not one that good remaineth.
Even God him self sent down his piercing ey,
If of this clayy race he could espy
One, that his wisdome learneth.
If of this clayy race he could espy
One, that his wisdome learneth.
And loe, he findes that all a strayeng went:
All plung'd in stincking filth, not one well bent,
Not one that God discerneth.
All plung'd in stincking filth, not one well bent,
Not one that God discerneth.
O maddnes of these folkes, thus loosly ledd!
These Caniballs, who, as if they were bread
Gods people do devower.
These Caniballs, who, as if they were bread
Gods people do devower.
Nor ever call on God; but they shall quake
More then they now do bragg, when he shall take
The just into his power.
More then they now do bragg, when he shall take
The just into his power.
Indeede the poore, opprest by you, you mock:
Their councells are your common jesting stock:
But God is their recomfort.
Their councells are your common jesting stock:
But God is their recomfort.
Ah, when from Syon shall the saver come
That Jacob freed by thee, may glad become
And Israel full of comfort?
That Jacob freed by thee, may glad become
And Israel full of comfort?
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Psalm XV. Domine, quis habitabit?
In tabernacle thine ô Lord who shall remaine?Lord of thy holy hill, who shall the rest, obtaine?
Ev'n he that leades a life of uncorrupted traine,
Whose deedes of righteous hart, whose harty wordes be plain:
Who with deceitfull tongue, hath never us'd to faine,
Nor neighboure hurtes by deede nor doth with slander stain:
Whose eyes a parson vile, doth hold in vile disdaine,
But doth with honor greate, the godly entertaine:
Who othe and promise given, doth faithfully maintain,
Although some worldly losse thereby he may sustain:
From bityng Usury who ever doth refraine:
Who sells not guiltlesse cause for filthy love of gain:
Who thus proceedes for ay in sacred mount shall raign.
Psalm XVI. Conserva me.
Save me Lord, for why thou art
All the hope of all my hart:
Wittnesse thou my soule with me,
That to God, my God I say;
Thou my Lord, thou art my stay,
Though my workes reach not to thee.
All the hope of all my hart:
Wittnesse thou my soule with me,
That to God, my God I say;
Thou my Lord, thou art my stay,
Though my workes reach not to thee.
This is all the best I prove:
Good and godly men I love:
And forsee their wretched paine,
Who to other gods doe runne:
Their blood offrings I do shunne,
Nay to name their names disdaine.
Good and godly men I love:
And forsee their wretched paine,
Who to other gods doe runne:
Their blood offrings I do shunne,
Nay to name their names disdaine.
God my only portion is,
And of my childes part the blisse:
He then shall maintaine my lott.
Say then is not my lott found
In a goodly pleasant ground?
Have not I faire partage gott?
And of my childes part the blisse:
He then shall maintaine my lott.
Say then is not my lott found
In a goodly pleasant ground?
Have not I faire partage gott?
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Ever Lord I will blesse thee,
Who dost ever councell me,
Ev'n when night with his black wing
Sleepy darknes doth orecast,
In my inward raines I tast
Of my faultes and chastening.
Who dost ever councell me,
Ev'n when night with his black wing
Sleepy darknes doth orecast,
In my inward raines I tast
Of my faultes and chastening.
My eyes still my God reguard,
And he my right hand doth guard;
So can I not be opprest,
So my hart is fully gladd,
So in joy my glory cladd,
Yea my flesh in hope shall rest.
And he my right hand doth guard;
So can I not be opprest,
So my hart is fully gladd,
So in joy my glory cladd,
Yea my flesh in hope shall rest.
For I know the deadly grave
On my soule noe pow'r shall have:
For I know thou wilt defend
Even the body of thine own
Deare beloved holy one,
From a fowle corrupting end.
On my soule noe pow'r shall have:
For I know thou wilt defend
Even the body of thine own
Deare beloved holy one,
From a fowle corrupting end.
Thou lifes path wilt make me knowe
In whose view doth plenty growe
All delights that soules can crave
And whose bodies placed stand
On thy blessed-making hand
They all joies like-endless have.
In whose view doth plenty growe
All delights that soules can crave
And whose bodies placed stand
On thy blessed-making hand
They all joies like-endless have.
Psalm XVII. Exaudi Domine justitiam.
My suite is just, just Lord, to my suite hark
I plaine: sweete Lord, my plaint for pitty mark.
And since my lipps faine not to thee,
Thine eares vouchsave to bend to me.
I plaine: sweete Lord, my plaint for pitty mark.
And since my lipps faine not to thee,
Thine eares vouchsave to bend to me.
O let my sentence passe from thine own face:
Shew that thine eyes respect a faithfull case.
Thou that by proofe accquainted art
With inward secretts of my hart.
Shew that thine eyes respect a faithfull case.
Thou that by proofe accquainted art
With inward secretts of my hart.
Where silent night might seeme all faultes to hide,
Then was I, by thy searching insight tride:
And then by thee, was guiltlesse found
From ill word, and ill meaning sound.
Then was I, by thy searching insight tride:
And then by thee, was guiltlesse found
From ill word, and ill meaning sound.
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Not waighing ought how fleshly fancies runn,
Ledd by thy word, the rav'ners stepps I shunn;
And pray that still you guide my way,
Least yet I slipp, or goe astray.
Ledd by thy word, the rav'ners stepps I shunn;
And pray that still you guide my way,
Least yet I slipp, or goe astray.
I say againe that I have cal'd on thee,
And boldly saie thou wilt give eare to me:
Then let my wordes, my cries ascend
Which to thy self my soule will send.
And boldly saie thou wilt give eare to me:
Then let my wordes, my cries ascend
Which to thy self my soule will send.
Show then ô Lord, thy wondrous kindnesse show:
Make us in mervailes of thy mercy know,
That thou by faithfull men wilt stand,
And save them from rebellious hand.
Make us in mervailes of thy mercy know,
That thou by faithfull men wilt stand,
And save them from rebellious hand.
Then keepe me as the Aple of an ey:
In thy wings shade then lett me hidden ly,
From my destroyeng wicked foes
Who for my death do me enclose.
In thy wings shade then lett me hidden ly,
From my destroyeng wicked foes
Who for my death do me enclose.
Their eies doe swimme, their face doth shine in fatt,
And cruell wordes their swelling tongues do chatt;
And yet their high hartes looke so low
As how to watch our overthrow.
And cruell wordes their swelling tongues do chatt;
And yet their high hartes looke so low
As how to watch our overthrow.
Now like a Lion, gaping to make praies
Now like his whelpe, in denne, that lurking staies:
Up Lord, prevent those gaping jawes,
And bring to naught those watching pawes.
Now like his whelpe, in denne, that lurking staies:
Up Lord, prevent those gaping jawes,
And bring to naught those watching pawes.
Save me from them, thou usest as thy blade,
From men I say, and from mens worldly trade:
Whose life doth seeme most greatly blest,
And count this life their portion best.
From men I say, and from mens worldly trade:
Whose life doth seeme most greatly blest,
And count this life their portion best.
Whose bellies soe with dainties thou dost fill,
And so with hidden treasures graunt their will:
That they in ritches floorish doe,
And children have to leave it to.
And so with hidden treasures graunt their will:
That they in ritches floorish doe,
And children have to leave it to.
What would they more? And I would not their case:
My joy shalbe pure; to enjoy thy face,
When waking of this sleepe of mine
I shall see thee in liknesse thine.
My joy shalbe pure; to enjoy thy face,
When waking of this sleepe of mine
I shall see thee in liknesse thine.
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Psalm XVIII. Diligam te.
Thee will I love, O Lord, with all my hartes delight,
My strength, my strongest Rock which my defence hast born:
My God, and helping God, my might, and trustfull might,
My never-pierced shield, my ever-saving horne,
My refuge, refuge then, when moste I am forlorne:
Whom then shall I invoke, but thee most worthy praise,
On whom (against my foes) my only safty staies?
My strength, my strongest Rock which my defence hast born:
My God, and helping God, my might, and trustfull might,
My never-pierced shield, my ever-saving horne,
My refuge, refuge then, when moste I am forlorne:
Whom then shall I invoke, but thee most worthy praise,
On whom (against my foes) my only safty staies?
On me the paines of death allready gan to pray:
The fludds of wickednesse on me did horrors throw:
Like in a winding sheete, wretch, I already lay,
All-ready, ready to my snaring grave to goe.
This my distresse to God, with wailefull cries I show:
My cries climb'd up, and he bent down from sacred thron
His eyes unto my case, his eares unto my moane.
The fludds of wickednesse on me did horrors throw:
Like in a winding sheete, wretch, I already lay,
All-ready, ready to my snaring grave to goe.
This my distresse to God, with wailefull cries I show:
My cries climb'd up, and he bent down from sacred thron
His eyes unto my case, his eares unto my moane.
And so the earth did fall to tremble and to quake,
The Mountaines proudly high, and their foundations bent
With motion of his rage, did to the bottome shake.
He came, but came with smoake, from out his nostrells sent:
Flames issu'd from his mouth, and burning coales out went;
He bow'd the heav'ns, and from the bow'd heav'ns did descend
With hugy darknes, which aboute his feete did wend.
The Mountaines proudly high, and their foundations bent
With motion of his rage, did to the bottome shake.
He came, but came with smoake, from out his nostrells sent:
Flames issu'd from his mouth, and burning coales out went;
He bow'd the heav'ns, and from the bow'd heav'ns did descend
With hugy darknes, which aboute his feete did wend.
The Cherubins their backs, the windes did yeeld their wings
To beare his sacred flight; in secrete place then clos'd;
About which he dimme cloudes, like a pavillion brings
Cloudes ev'n of waters dark, and thickest aire compos'd.
But streight his shining eyes this misty masse disclos'd,
Then haile, then firy coales, then thundred heav'nly sire,
Then spake he his lowd voice, then hailstones, coles, and fire.
To beare his sacred flight; in secrete place then clos'd;
About which he dimme cloudes, like a pavillion brings
Cloudes ev'n of waters dark, and thickest aire compos'd.
But streight his shining eyes this misty masse disclos'd,
Then haile, then firy coales, then thundred heav'nly sire,
Then spake he his lowd voice, then hailstones, coles, and fire.
Then out his Arrowes fly; and streight they scattred been:
Lightning on lightning he did for their wrack augment:
The gulphes of waters then were through their chanells seen:
The Worldes foundations then lay bare; because he shent
With blasting breath ô Lord, that in thy chiding went.
Then sent he from above, and tooke me from below,
Ev'n from the waters depth, my God preserv'd me soe.
Lightning on lightning he did for their wrack augment:
The gulphes of waters then were through their chanells seen:
The Worldes foundations then lay bare; because he shent
With blasting breath ô Lord, that in thy chiding went.
Then sent he from above, and tooke me from below,
Ev'n from the waters depth, my God preserv'd me soe.
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So did he save me, from my mighty furious foe,
So did he save me, from their then prevailing hate:
For they had caught me up, when I was weake in wo:
But he staff of my age: he staid my stumbling state:
This much: yet more, when I by him this freedom gate,
By him because I did find in his ey-sight grace
He lifted me, unto a largely noble place.
So did he save me, from their then prevailing hate:
For they had caught me up, when I was weake in wo:
But he staff of my age: he staid my stumbling state:
This much: yet more, when I by him this freedom gate,
By him because I did find in his ey-sight grace
He lifted me, unto a largely noble place.
My Justice, my just handes thus did the Lord reward,
Because I walk'd his waies, nor gainst him evilly went:
Still to his Judgmentes look't: still for his statutes car'd:
Sound and upright with him, to wickednes not bent.
Therefore I say again, this goodnes he me sent,
As he before his eyes, did see my justice stand:
According as he saw the purenes of my hand.
Because I walk'd his waies, nor gainst him evilly went:
Still to his Judgmentes look't: still for his statutes car'd:
Sound and upright with him, to wickednes not bent.
Therefore I say again, this goodnes he me sent,
As he before his eyes, did see my justice stand:
According as he saw the purenes of my hand.
Meeke to the meeke thou art, the good thy goodnes tast:
Pure, to the pure, thou deal'st with crooked crookedly:
Up then; thou lifts the poore, and downe the proud wilt cast:
Up, thou dost light, my light, and cleare my darkned ey.
I hoastes orecome by thee: by thee ore walles I fly:
Thy way is soundly sure, thy word is purely tride:
To them that trust in thee, a shild thou dost abide.
Pure, to the pure, thou deal'st with crooked crookedly:
Up then; thou lifts the poore, and downe the proud wilt cast:
Up, thou dost light, my light, and cleare my darkned ey.
I hoastes orecome by thee: by thee ore walles I fly:
Thy way is soundly sure, thy word is purely tride:
To them that trust in thee, a shild thou dost abide.
For who is God besides this greate Jehova oures?
And so besides our God, who is indu'd with might?
This God then girded me in his all-mighty pow'rs,
He made my combrous way, to me most plainly right:
To match with lightfoote Staggs, he made my foote so light,
That I climb'd highest hill; he me warre-pointes did show,
Strength'ning mine armes, that they could breake an Iron bow.
And so besides our God, who is indu'd with might?
This God then girded me in his all-mighty pow'rs,
He made my combrous way, to me most plainly right:
To match with lightfoote Staggs, he made my foote so light,
That I climb'd highest hill; he me warre-pointes did show,
Strength'ning mine armes, that they could breake an Iron bow.
Thou gav'st me saving shield: thy right hand was my stay,
Me in encreasing still, thy kindnesse did maintaine:
Unto my strengthned stepps, thou didst enlardge the way,
My heeles, and plantes, thou didst from stumbling slip sustain:
What foes I did pursue, my force did them attain
That I ere I retorn'd, destroi'd them utterly,
With such brave woundes, as they under my feete did ly.
Me in encreasing still, thy kindnesse did maintaine:
Unto my strengthned stepps, thou didst enlardge the way,
My heeles, and plantes, thou didst from stumbling slip sustain:
What foes I did pursue, my force did them attain
That I ere I retorn'd, destroi'd them utterly,
With such brave woundes, as they under my feete did ly.
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For why my fighting strength, by thy strength, strengthned was:
Not I, but thou throwst down those, who gainst me do rise,
Thou gavest me their necks, on them thou mad'st me passe:
Behold they cry, but who to them his helpe applies?
Nay unto thee they cri'd, but thou heardst not their cries:
I bett those folkes as small as dust, which wind doth raise,
I bett them as the clay, is bett, in beaten waies.
Not I, but thou throwst down those, who gainst me do rise,
Thou gavest me their necks, on them thou mad'st me passe:
Behold they cry, but who to them his helpe applies?
Nay unto thee they cri'd, but thou heardst not their cries:
I bett those folkes as small as dust, which wind doth raise,
I bett them as the clay, is bett, in beaten waies.
Thus freed from mutinn men, thou makest me to raign;
Yea thou dost make me serv'd by folks I never knew:
My name their eares, their eares their harts to me enchain'd:
Ev'n feare makes strangers shew much love, though much untrue.
But they do faile, and in their mazed corners rue:
Then live Jehova still, my Rock still blessed be:
Lett hym be lifted up, that hath preserved me.
Yea thou dost make me serv'd by folks I never knew:
My name their eares, their eares their harts to me enchain'd:
Ev'n feare makes strangers shew much love, though much untrue.
But they do faile, and in their mazed corners rue:
Then live Jehova still, my Rock still blessed be:
Lett hym be lifted up, that hath preserved me.
He that is my reveng, in whom I Realmes subdue;
Who freed me from my foes, from Rebells garded me:
And ridd me from the wronges which cruell witts did brew.
Among the Gentiles then I (Lord) yeeld thancks to thee,
I to thy name will sing, and this my song shall be:
He nobly saves his king, and kindnes keepes in store,
For David his anoint and his seed evermore.
Who freed me from my foes, from Rebells garded me:
And ridd me from the wronges which cruell witts did brew.
Among the Gentiles then I (Lord) yeeld thancks to thee,
I to thy name will sing, and this my song shall be:
He nobly saves his king, and kindnes keepes in store,
For David his anoint and his seed evermore.
Psalm XIX. Cœli enarrant.
The heav'nly frame, setts foorth the fame
Of him that only thunders:
The firmament so strangly bent
Showes his hand-working wonders.
Of him that only thunders:
The firmament so strangly bent
Showes his hand-working wonders.
Day unto day, it doth display,
Their course doth it acknowledg:
And night to night succeeding right
In darknes teach cleare knowledg.
Their course doth it acknowledg:
And night to night succeeding right
In darknes teach cleare knowledg.
There is no speach, nor language, which
Is soe of skill bereaved:
But of the skies the teaching cries
They have heard and conceaved.
Is soe of skill bereaved:
But of the skies the teaching cries
They have heard and conceaved.
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There be no eyne, but read the line
From soe faire booke proceeding:
Their wordes be sett in letters greate
For ev'ry bodies reading.
From soe faire booke proceeding:
Their wordes be sett in letters greate
For ev'ry bodies reading.
Is not he blind that doth not find
The tabernacle builded
There by his grace, for sunnes faire face
In beames of beuty guilded!
The tabernacle builded
There by his grace, for sunnes faire face
In beames of beuty guilded!
Who foorth doth come, like a bridgroome
From out his vailing places:
As gladd is hee, as Giantes be
To runne their mighty races.
From out his vailing places:
As gladd is hee, as Giantes be
To runne their mighty races.
His race is ev'n, from endes of heav'n
About that vault he goeth:
There be no Reames hid from his beames
His heate to all he throweth.
About that vault he goeth:
There be no Reames hid from his beames
His heate to all he throweth.
O law of his, how perfect tis
The very soule amending
Gods wittnes sure, for ay doth dure
To simplest, wisdome lending.
The very soule amending
Gods wittnes sure, for ay doth dure
To simplest, wisdome lending.
Gods doomes be right, and cheere the sprite:
All his commandments being
So purely wise, as give the eies
Both light, and force of seeing.
All his commandments being
So purely wise, as give the eies
Both light, and force of seeing.
Of him the feare, doth cleannes beare
And soe endures for ever:
His Judgments be self verity
They are unrighteous never.
And soe endures for ever:
His Judgments be self verity
They are unrighteous never.
Then what man would, so soone seeke gold
Or glittring golden money?
By them is past, in sweetest tast
Honny, or combe of honny.
Or glittring golden money?
By them is past, in sweetest tast
Honny, or combe of honny.
By them is made, thy servantes trade
Most circumspetly guarded:
And who doth frame, to keepe the same
Shall fully be rewarded.
Most circumspetly guarded:
And who doth frame, to keepe the same
Shall fully be rewarded.
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Who is the man, that ever can
His faultes know and acknowledg!
O Lord clense me, from faultes that be
Most secret from all knowledg.
His faultes know and acknowledg!
O Lord clense me, from faultes that be
Most secret from all knowledg.
Thy servant keepe, lest in him creepe
Presumptuous sinnes offences:
Let them not have, me for their slave,
Nor raigne upon my sences.
Presumptuous sinnes offences:
Let them not have, me for their slave,
Nor raigne upon my sences.
Soe shall my sprite be still upright
In thought and conversation;
Soe shall I bide, well purifide
From much abhomination.
In thought and conversation;
Soe shall I bide, well purifide
From much abhomination.
Soe lett wordes sproong, from my weake tongue
And my hartes meditation,
My saving might, Lord, in thy sight
Receave good acceptation.
And my hartes meditation,
My saving might, Lord, in thy sight
Receave good acceptation.
Psalm XX. Exaudiat te Dominus.
Lett God, the Lord heare thee,
Even in the day, when most thy troubles be:
Let name of Jacobs God,
When thou on it dost cry,
Defend thee still from all thy foes abroad.
Even in the day, when most thy troubles be:
Let name of Jacobs God,
When thou on it dost cry,
Defend thee still from all thy foes abroad.
From sanctuary hy
Let him come downe, and helpe to thee apply
From Sions holy topp
Thence lett him undertake
With heav'nly strength thy earthly strength to propp.
Let him come downe, and helpe to thee apply
From Sions holy topp
Thence lett him undertake
With heav'nly strength thy earthly strength to propp.
Lett him notorious make,
That in good part he did thy offrings take.
Let fire for triall burne
(Yea fire from him self sent)
Thy offrings, soe, that they to ashes turne.
That in good part he did thy offrings take.
Let fire for triall burne
(Yea fire from him self sent)
Thy offrings, soe, that they to ashes turne.
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And soe lett him consent
To graunt thy will, and perfect thy entent
That in thy saving we
May joy, and banners raise
Up to our God, when thy suites graunted be.
To graunt thy will, and perfect thy entent
That in thy saving we
May joy, and banners raise
Up to our God, when thy suites graunted be.
Now in me knowledg saies,
That God from fall his own annointed staies.
From heav'nly holy land
I know that he heares thee;
Yea heares with powres, and helps of helpfull hand.
That God from fall his own annointed staies.
From heav'nly holy land
I know that he heares thee;
Yea heares with powres, and helps of helpfull hand.
Lett trust of some men be
In Charriotts arm'd, others in Chivalry:
But lett all our conceite
Upon Gods holy name,
Who is our Lord, with due remembrance waite.
In Charriotts arm'd, others in Chivalry:
But lett all our conceite
Upon Gods holy name,
Who is our Lord, with due remembrance waite.
Behold their broken shame!
We stand upright, while they their fall did frame.
Assist us Saviour deere;
Lett that king daine to heare,
When as to him our praiers do appeare.
We stand upright, while they their fall did frame.
Assist us Saviour deere;
Lett that king daine to heare,
When as to him our praiers do appeare.
Psalm XXI. Domine in virtute.
New joy, new joy unto our king,
Lord, from thy strength is growing:
Lord what delight to him doth bring
His safty, from thee flowing!
Lord, from thy strength is growing:
Lord what delight to him doth bring
His safty, from thee flowing!
Thou hast giv'n what his hart woulde have,
Nay soone as he but moved,
His lipps to crave, what he would crave,
He had as him behoved.
Nay soone as he but moved,
His lipps to crave, what he would crave,
He had as him behoved.
Yea thou prevent'st ere aske he could,
With many lib'rall blessing.
Crown of his head with Crown of gold
Of purest mettall dressing.
With many lib'rall blessing.
Crown of his head with Crown of gold
Of purest mettall dressing.
He did but aske a life of thee,
Thou him a long life gavest:
Loe ev'n unto eternity
The life of hym thou savest.
Thou him a long life gavest:
Loe ev'n unto eternity
The life of hym thou savest.
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We may well call his glory greate,
That springs from thy salvation:
Thou, thou it is, that hast hym sett
In soe high estimation.
That springs from thy salvation:
Thou, thou it is, that hast hym sett
In soe high estimation.
Like storehouse thou of blessings mad'st
This man of everlasting:
Unspekably his hart thou gladst,
On hym thy count'naunce casting.
This man of everlasting:
Unspekably his hart thou gladst,
On hym thy count'naunce casting.
And why all this? because our king
In heav'n, his trust hath laied:
He only leanes on highest thing,
Soe from base slipp is staid.
In heav'n, his trust hath laied:
He only leanes on highest thing,
Soe from base slipp is staid.
Thy hand thy foes shall overtake,
That thee so evill hated:
Thou as in fyery ov'n shalt make
These mates to be amated.
That thee so evill hated:
Thou as in fyery ov'n shalt make
These mates to be amated.
The Lord on them with causfull ire
Shall use destroyeng power:
And flames of never-quenched fire
Shall these badd wightes devower.
Shall use destroyeng power:
And flames of never-quenched fire
Shall these badd wightes devower.
Their fruite shalt thou from earthly face
Send unto desolation:
And from among the humane race
Roote out their generation.
Send unto desolation:
And from among the humane race
Roote out their generation.
For they to overthrow thy will
Full wilyly entended:
But all their bad mischevous skill
Shall fruitlessly be ended.
Full wilyly entended:
But all their bad mischevous skill
Shall fruitlessly be ended.
For like a mark thou shalt a row
Sett them in pointed places:
And ready make thy vengfull bow
Against their guilty faces.
Sett them in pointed places:
And ready make thy vengfull bow
Against their guilty faces.
Lord in thy strength, Lord in thy might,
Thy honor high be raised
And so shall in our songs delight
Thy power still be praised.
Thy honor high be raised
And so shall in our songs delight
Thy power still be praised.
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Psalm XXII. Deus Deus meus.
My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken?
Wo me, from me, why is thy presence taken?
Soe farre from seeing, mine unhealthfull eyes:
Soe farre from hearing to my roaring cries.
Wo me, from me, why is thy presence taken?
Soe farre from seeing, mine unhealthfull eyes:
Soe farre from hearing to my roaring cries.
O God, my God, I crie while day appeareth:
But God thy eare, my cryeng never heareth.
O God the night, is privie to my plaint
Yet to my plaint, thou hast no audience lent.
But God thy eare, my cryeng never heareth.
O God the night, is privie to my plaint
Yet to my plaint, thou hast no audience lent.
But thou art holy and dost hold thy dwelling
Where Israell thy lawdes is ever telling
Our fathers still to thee their trust did beare;
They trusted, and by thee delivered were.
Where Israell thy lawdes is ever telling
Our fathers still to thee their trust did beare;
They trusted, and by thee delivered were.
They were sett free, when they upon thee called,
They hop'd on thee, and they were not appalled.
But I a worme not I of mannkind am,
Nay shame of men, the peoples scorning game.
They hop'd on thee, and they were not appalled.
But I a worme not I of mannkind am,
Nay shame of men, the peoples scorning game.
The lookers now at me, poore wretch, be mocking,
With mowes, and nodds, they stand about me flocking.
Let God help him (say they) whom he did trust:
Lett God save hym in whom was all his lust.
With mowes, and nodds, they stand about me flocking.
Let God help him (say they) whom he did trust:
Lett God save hym in whom was all his lust.
And yet even from the wombe thy selfe did'st take me:
At mothers brests, thou did'st good hope betake me.
No sooner my child eyes could looke abroade,
Then I was giv'n to thee, thou wert my God.
At mothers brests, thou did'st good hope betake me.
No sooner my child eyes could looke abroade,
Then I was giv'n to thee, thou wert my God.
O be not farre, since paine so neerly presseth,
And since there is not one, who it redresseth.
I am enclos'd with yong Bulls madded rowt
Nay Basan mighty Bulls close me about.
And since there is not one, who it redresseth.
I am enclos'd with yong Bulls madded rowt
Nay Basan mighty Bulls close me about.
With gaping mouthes, these folkes, on me have chardged,
Like Lions fierce, with roaring jawes enlarged.
On me all this, who do like water slide,
Whose loosed boanes quite out of joynt be wri'd.
Like Lions fierce, with roaring jawes enlarged.
On me all this, who do like water slide,
Whose loosed boanes quite out of joynt be wri'd.
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Whose hart, with these huge flames, like wax oreheated
Doth melt away, though it be inmost seated:
My moist'ning strength is like a pottsherd dride,
My cleaving tongue, close to my roofe doth bide.
Doth melt away, though it be inmost seated:
My moist'ning strength is like a pottsherd dride,
My cleaving tongue, close to my roofe doth bide.
And now am brought, alas, brought by thy power
Unto the dust of my deathes running hower:
For bawling doggs, have compast me about,
Yea worse then doggs, a naughty wicked rowt.
Unto the dust of my deathes running hower:
For bawling doggs, have compast me about,
Yea worse then doggs, a naughty wicked rowt.
My humble handes, my fainting feete they pearced:
They looke, they gaze, my boanes might be rehearsed
Of my poore weedes they do partition make,
And doe cast lotts, who should my vesture take.
They looke, they gaze, my boanes might be rehearsed
Of my poore weedes they do partition make,
And doe cast lotts, who should my vesture take.
But be not farre ô Lord, my strength my comfort,
Hasten to help me, in this deepe discomfort.
Ah from the sword, yet save my vitall sprite,
My desolated life from dogged might.
Hasten to help me, in this deepe discomfort.
Ah from the sword, yet save my vitall sprite,
My desolated life from dogged might.
From Lions mouth (ô help) and show to heare me
By aiding, when fierce Unicornes come neere me
To brethern then, I will declare thy fame,
And with these wordes, when they meete, praise thi name.
By aiding, when fierce Unicornes come neere me
To brethern then, I will declare thy fame,
And with these wordes, when they meete, praise thi name.
Who feare the Lord, all praise and glory beare hym
You Israells seed, you come of Jacob, feare hym.
For Hee hath not abhor'd, nor yet disdain'd
The silly wretch, with fowle affliction stain'd.
You Israells seed, you come of Jacob, feare hym.
For Hee hath not abhor'd, nor yet disdain'd
The silly wretch, with fowle affliction stain'd.
Nor hid from him his faces faire appearing.
But when he cal'd, this Lord did give hym hearing:
In congregation greate, I will praise thee:
Who feare thee shall my vowes performed see.
But when he cal'd, this Lord did give hym hearing:
In congregation greate, I will praise thee:
Who feare thee shall my vowes performed see.
Th'afflicted then shall eate, and be well pleased:
And God shalbe, by those his seakers praised.
Indeede ô you, you that be such of mind,
You shall the life, that ever-liveth find.
And God shalbe, by those his seakers praised.
Indeede ô you, you that be such of mind,
You shall the life, that ever-liveth find.
But what? I say from earthes remotedst border
Unto due thoughts, mannkind his thoughts shall order
And turne to God, and all the Nations be
Made worshippers, before allmighty thee.
Unto due thoughts, mannkind his thoughts shall order
And turne to God, and all the Nations be
Made worshippers, before allmighty thee.
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And reason, since the Crowne to God pertaineth,
And that by right upon all Realmes he raigneth.
They that be made, ev'n fatt, with earthes fatt good
Shall feede, and laud the giver of their food.
And that by right upon all Realmes he raigneth.
They that be made, ev'n fatt, with earthes fatt good
Shall feede, and laud the giver of their food.
To him shall kneele even who to dust bee stricken,
Even hee whose life, no helpe of man can quicken
His service shall from child to child descend,
His doomes one age shall to another send.
Even hee whose life, no helpe of man can quicken
His service shall from child to child descend,
His doomes one age shall to another send.
Psalm XXIII. Dominus regit me.
The Lord, the Lord my shepheard is,
And so can never I
Tast missery.
He rests me in greene pasture his:
By waters still, and sweete
Hee guides my feete.
And so can never I
Tast missery.
He rests me in greene pasture his:
By waters still, and sweete
Hee guides my feete.
Hee me revives: leades me the way,
Which righteousnesse doth take,
For his names sake.
Yea though I should through valleys stray,
Of deathes dark shade, I will
Noe whitt feare ill.
Which righteousnesse doth take,
For his names sake.
Yea though I should through valleys stray,
Of deathes dark shade, I will
Noe whitt feare ill.
For thou deere Lord, thou me besett'st:
Thy rodd, and thy staff be
To comfort me
Before me thou a table sett'st,
Even when foes envious ey
Doth it espy.
Thy rodd, and thy staff be
To comfort me
Before me thou a table sett'st,
Even when foes envious ey
Doth it espy.
Thou oil'st my head thou fill'st my cupp:
Nay more thou endlesse good,
Shalt give me food.
To thee, I say, ascended up,
Where thou, the Lord of all,
Dost hold thy hall.
Nay more thou endlesse good,
Shalt give me food.
To thee, I say, ascended up,
Where thou, the Lord of all,
Dost hold thy hall.
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Psalm XXIV. Domini est terra.
The Earth is Gods, and what the globe of earth containeth,
And all who in that globe doe dwell:
For by his pow'r, the land upon the Ocean raigneth,
Through him the fludds to their bedds fell.
And all who in that globe doe dwell:
For by his pow'r, the land upon the Ocean raigneth,
Through him the fludds to their bedds fell.
Who shall clime to the hill, which Gods own hill is named?
Who shall stand in his holy place?
He that hath hurtles handes, whose inward hart is framed
All purnesse ever to embrace.
Who shall stand in his holy place?
He that hath hurtles handes, whose inward hart is framed
All purnesse ever to embrace.
Who shunning vanity and workes of vainenesse leaving
Vainly doth not puff upp his mind,
Who never doth deceave, and much lesse his deceaving
With perjury doth falsly bind.
Vainly doth not puff upp his mind,
Who never doth deceave, and much lesse his deceaving
With perjury doth falsly bind.
A blessing from the Lord, from God of his salvation
Sweete rightuousnesse shall he receave,
Jacob this is thy seede, God seeking generation,
Who search of Gods face never leave.
Sweete rightuousnesse shall he receave,
Jacob this is thy seede, God seeking generation,
Who search of Gods face never leave.
Lift up your heades you gates; and you dores ever biding:
In comes the king of glory bright.
Who is this glorious king? in might and power riding?
The Lord, whose strength makes battailes fight.
In comes the king of glory bright.
Who is this glorious king? in might and power riding?
The Lord, whose strength makes battailes fight.
Lift up your heades you gates, and you dores ever biding:
In comes the king of glory bright.
Who is this glorious king? the lord of armies guiding
Even he the king of glory hight.
In comes the king of glory bright.
Who is this glorious king? the lord of armies guiding
Even he the king of glory hight.
Psalm XXV. Ad te, Domine.
To thee ô Lord most just;
I lift my inward sight:
My God in thee I trust
Lett me not ruine quight:
Lett not those foes, that me annoy,
On my complaint build up their joy.
I lift my inward sight:
My God in thee I trust
Lett me not ruine quight:
Lett not those foes, that me annoy,
On my complaint build up their joy.
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Sure, sure, who hope in thee,
Shall never suffer shame:
Lett them confounded be
That causlesse wrongs doe frame.
Yea Lord to me thy waies doe show;
Teach me, thus vext, what path to goe.
Shall never suffer shame:
Lett them confounded be
That causlesse wrongs doe frame.
Yea Lord to me thy waies doe show;
Teach me, thus vext, what path to goe.
Guide me as thy truth guides;
Teach me for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me from smart.
For never day such changing wrought,
That I from trust in thee was brought.
Teach me for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me from smart.
For never day such changing wrought,
That I from trust in thee was brought.
Remember, only king,
Thy mercies tendernesse:
To thy remembrance bring,
Thy kindnesse, lovingnesse.
Let those things thy remembraunce grave,
Since they eternall essence have.
Thy mercies tendernesse:
To thy remembrance bring,
Thy kindnesse, lovingnesse.
Let those things thy remembraunce grave,
Since they eternall essence have.
But Lord remember not
Sinns brew'd in youthfull glasse:
Nor my rebellions blott,
Since youth and they do passe.
But in thy kindnes me record
Ev'n for thy mercies sake, ô Lord.
Sinns brew'd in youthfull glasse:
Nor my rebellions blott,
Since youth and they do passe.
But in thy kindnes me record
Ev'n for thy mercies sake, ô Lord.
Of grace and righteousnesse
The Lord such plenty hath:
That he deignes to expresse
To sinning men his path.
The meeke he doth in judgment leade,
And teach the humble how to tread.
The Lord such plenty hath:
That he deignes to expresse
To sinning men his path.
The meeke he doth in judgment leade,
And teach the humble how to tread.
And what thinck you, may be
The pathes of my greate God?
Ev'n spottlesse verity
And mercy spredd abroad,
To such as keepe his covenaunt
And on his testimonies plant.
The pathes of my greate God?
Ev'n spottlesse verity
And mercy spredd abroad,
To such as keepe his covenaunt
And on his testimonies plant.
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O Lord for thy name sake,
Lett my iniquity
Of thee some mercy take,
Though it be greate in me:
Oh, is there one with his feare fraught?
He shalbe by best teacher taught.
Lett my iniquity
Of thee some mercy take,
Though it be greate in me:
Oh, is there one with his feare fraught?
He shalbe by best teacher taught.
Lo how his blessing budds
Inward, an inward rest;
Outward, all outward goodes
By his seede eke possest.
For such he makes his secrett know,
To such hee doth his cov'nant show.
Inward, an inward rest;
Outward, all outward goodes
By his seede eke possest.
For such he makes his secrett know,
To such hee doth his cov'nant show.
Where then should my eyes be,
But still on this Lord sett?
Who doth and will sett free
My feete from tangling nett.
O look, ô help lett mercy fall,
For I am poore, and least of all.
But still on this Lord sett?
Who doth and will sett free
My feete from tangling nett.
O look, ô help lett mercy fall,
For I am poore, and least of all.
My woes are still encreast;
Shield me from these assaultes:
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all my faultes.
Behold my foes, what stoare they be,
Who hate, yea hate me cruelly.
Shield me from these assaultes:
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all my faultes.
Behold my foes, what stoare they be,
Who hate, yea hate me cruelly.
My soule which thou didst make,
Now made, ô Lord, maintaine:
And me from these ills take,
Lest I rebuke sustaine.
For thou, the Lord, thou only art
Of whom the trust lives in my hart.
Now made, ô Lord, maintaine:
And me from these ills take,
Lest I rebuke sustaine.
For thou, the Lord, thou only art
Of whom the trust lives in my hart.
Lett my uprightnes gaine
Some safty unto me:
I say, and say againe,
My hope is all in thee.
In fine, deliver Israel
O Lord, from all his troubles fell.
Some safty unto me:
I say, and say againe,
My hope is all in thee.
In fine, deliver Israel
O Lord, from all his troubles fell.
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Psalm XXVI. Judica me, Domine.
Lord judge me and my case
For I have made my race
Within the boundes of innocence to bide:
And setting thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope;
I held for sure; that I should never slide.
For I have made my race
Within the boundes of innocence to bide:
And setting thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope;
I held for sure; that I should never slide.
Prove me ô Lord most high,
Me with thy touch-stone try:
Yea sound my reynes, and inmost of my hart.
For so thy loving hand
Before my eyes did stand,
That from thy truth will not depart.
Me with thy touch-stone try:
Yea sound my reynes, and inmost of my hart.
For so thy loving hand
Before my eyes did stand,
That from thy truth will not depart.
I did not them frequent,
Who be to vainesse bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company.
Nay I did ev'n detest
Of wicked wights the neast,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.
Who be to vainesse bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company.
Nay I did ev'n detest
Of wicked wights the neast,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.
In th'innocence of me
My handes shall washed be;
And with those handes, about thy Alter waite.
That I may still expresse
With voice of thanckfullnes
The works perform'd by thee, most wondrous greate.
My handes shall washed be;
And with those handes, about thy Alter waite.
That I may still expresse
With voice of thanckfullnes
The works perform'd by thee, most wondrous greate.
Lord, I have loved well
The howse where thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where thou mak'st thy honnors biding place.
Sweete Lord, write not my soule,
Within the sinners rowle:
Nor my lifes cause, match with blood-seekers case.
The howse where thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where thou mak'st thy honnors biding place.
Sweete Lord, write not my soule,
Within the sinners rowle:
Nor my lifes cause, match with blood-seekers case.
With handes of wicked shifts
With right hands stain'd with gifts
But while I walk in my unspotted waies
Redeeme and show mee grace
So I in publique place
Sett on plaine ground will thee Jehovah praise.
With right hands stain'd with gifts
But while I walk in my unspotted waies
Redeeme and show mee grace
So I in publique place
Sett on plaine ground will thee Jehovah praise.
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Psalm XXVII. Dominus illuminatio.
The shining Lord he is my light:
The strong God my salvation is.
Who shall be able me to fright?
This Lord with strength my life doth blisse:
And shall I then
Feare might of men!
The strong God my salvation is.
Who shall be able me to fright?
This Lord with strength my life doth blisse:
And shall I then
Feare might of men!
When wicked folke even they that be,
My foes, to uttmost of their pow'r
With raging jawes inviron me,
My very flesh for to devow'r:
They stumble so,
That down they go.
My foes, to uttmost of their pow'r
With raging jawes inviron me,
My very flesh for to devow'r:
They stumble so,
That down they go.
Then though against me armies were,
My courage should not be dismaid:
Though battailes brunt, I needes must beare,
While battailes brunt, on me were laid,
In this I would
My trust still hold.
My courage should not be dismaid:
Though battailes brunt, I needes must beare,
While battailes brunt, on me were laid,
In this I would
My trust still hold.
One thing in-deede I did, and will
For ever crave: that dwell I may
In howse of high Jehova still,
On beuty his mine eyes to stay,
And looke into
His temple too.
For ever crave: that dwell I may
In howse of high Jehova still,
On beuty his mine eyes to stay,
And looke into
His temple too.
For when greate griefes to me be ment,
In tabernacle his he will
Hide me, ev'n closly in his tent:
Yea noble height of rocky hill
He makes to be
A seate for me.
In tabernacle his he will
Hide me, ev'n closly in his tent:
Yea noble height of rocky hill
He makes to be
A seate for me.
Now, now, shall he lift up my head
On my beseeging enimies:
So shall I sacrifices spread;
Offrings of joy in temple his:
And song accord,
To praise the Lord.
On my beseeging enimies:
So shall I sacrifices spread;
Offrings of joy in temple his:
And song accord,
To praise the Lord.
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Heare Lord when I my voice display,
Heare to have mercy eake of me.
Seeke yee my face, when thou did'st say,
In truth of hart I answr'd thee,
O Lord I will
Seeke thy face still.
Heare to have mercy eake of me.
Seeke yee my face, when thou did'st say,
In truth of hart I answr'd thee,
O Lord I will
Seeke thy face still.
Hide not therefore from me that face;
Since all my aid in thee I gott:
In rage, thy servaunt doe not chase;
Forsake not me, ô leave me not,
O God of my
Salvation hy.
Since all my aid in thee I gott:
In rage, thy servaunt doe not chase;
Forsake not me, ô leave me not,
O God of my
Salvation hy.
Though fathers care and mothers love
Abandon'd me, yet my decay
Should be restor'd by hym above.
Teach Lord, Lord leade me thy right way,
Because of those
That be my foes.
Abandon'd me, yet my decay
Should be restor'd by hym above.
Teach Lord, Lord leade me thy right way,
Because of those
That be my foes.
Unto whose ever-hating lust
Oh! give me not; for there are sprong
Against me wittnesses unjust,
Even such I say whose lyeng tongue
Fiercely affordes,
Most cruell wordes.
Oh! give me not; for there are sprong
Against me wittnesses unjust,
Even such I say whose lyeng tongue
Fiercely affordes,
Most cruell wordes.
What had I been, except I had
Beleev'd Gods goodnes for to see,
In land with living creatures cladd?
Hope, trust in God, be strong, and hee
Unto thy hart
Shall joy impart.
Beleev'd Gods goodnes for to see,
In land with living creatures cladd?
Hope, trust in God, be strong, and hee
Unto thy hart
Shall joy impart.
Psalm XXVIII. Ad te Domine.
To thee, Lord, my cry I send:
O my strength stopp not thine eare:
Least if answeare thou forbeare;
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.
O my strength stopp not thine eare:
Least if answeare thou forbeare;
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.
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Therefore while that I may cry,
While I that way hold my handes
Where thy Sanctuary standes:
To thy self those wordes apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.
While I that way hold my handes
Where thy Sanctuary standes:
To thy self those wordes apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.
Linck not me in self same chaine,
With the wicked working folk:
Who their spotted thoughtes to cloak,
Neighbours frendly entertaine,
When in hartes they malice meane.
With the wicked working folk:
Who their spotted thoughtes to cloak,
Neighbours frendly entertaine,
When in hartes they malice meane.
Spare not them, give them reward,
As their deedes have purchas'd it,
As deserves their wicked witt:
Fare they, as their handes have far'd:
Ev'n so be their guerdon shar'd.
As their deedes have purchas'd it,
As deserves their wicked witt:
Fare they, as their handes have far'd:
Ev'n so be their guerdon shar'd.
To thy workes they give no ey:
Lett them be thrown down by thee:
Lett them not restored be.
But lett me give praises hy
To the Lord, that heares my cry.
Lett them be thrown down by thee:
Lett them not restored be.
But lett me give praises hy
To the Lord, that heares my cry.
That God is my strength, my shield:
All my trust on him was sett,
And soe I did safely gett.
Soe shall I with joy be fil'd,
Soe my songues his laudes shall yeeld.
All my trust on him was sett,
And soe I did safely gett.
Soe shall I with joy be fil'd,
Soe my songues his laudes shall yeeld.
God on them his strength doth lay,
Who his annointed helped have.
Lord then still thy people save;
Blesse thine heritage I say,
Feede and lift them up for ay.
Who his annointed helped have.
Lord then still thy people save;
Blesse thine heritage I say,
Feede and lift them up for ay.
Psalm XXIX. Afferte Domino.
Ascribe unto the Lord of light,
Yee men of pow'r ev'n by birth-right
Ascribe all glory and all might.
Yee men of pow'r ev'n by birth-right
Ascribe all glory and all might.
Ascribe due glory to his name;
And in his ever-glorious frame
Of Sanctuary doe the same.
And in his ever-glorious frame
Of Sanctuary doe the same.
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Hys voice is on the waters found,
His voice doth threatning thunders sound,
Yea through the waters doth resound.
His voice doth threatning thunders sound,
Yea through the waters doth resound.
The voice of that Lord ruling us
Is strong, though hee be gratious,
And ever, ever glorioues.
Is strong, though hee be gratious,
And ever, ever glorioues.
By voice of high Jehova we
The highest Cedars broken see,
Ev'n Cedars which on Liban be.
The highest Cedars broken see,
Ev'n Cedars which on Liban be.
Nay like yong Calves, in leapes are born;
And Liban self with natures skorn:
And Shirion, like yong Unicorn.
And Liban self with natures skorn:
And Shirion, like yong Unicorn.
His voice doth flashing flames devide;
His voice have trembling desertes tride;
Ev'n deserts, where the Arabs bide.
His voice have trembling desertes tride;
Ev'n deserts, where the Arabs bide.
His voice makes hindes their calves to cast:
His voice makes bald, the forrest wast:
But in his Church his fame is plast.
His voice makes bald, the forrest wast:
But in his Church his fame is plast.
He sitts on seas, he endlesse raignes
His strength his peoples strength maintaines,
Which blest by him in peace remaines.
His strength his peoples strength maintaines,
Which blest by him in peace remaines.
Psalm XXX. Exaltabo te Domine.
O Lord thou hast exalted me;
And sav'd me from foes laughing scorn:
I ow thee praise, I will praise thee.
And sav'd me from foes laughing scorn:
I ow thee praise, I will praise thee.
For when my hart with woes was torn,
In cries to thee, I shew'd my cause:
And was from ill by thee upborne.
In cries to thee, I shew'd my cause:
And was from ill by thee upborne.
Yea from the Graves most hungry jawes
Thou would'st not sett me on their scoare,
Whom death to his cold boozome drawes.
Thou would'st not sett me on their scoare,
Whom death to his cold boozome drawes.
Praise, praise this Lord then evermore
Ye saints of his, remembring still
With thancks his holinesse therefore.
Ye saints of his, remembring still
With thancks his holinesse therefore.
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For quickly endes his wrathfull will,
But his deere favour where it lies,
From age to age life joyes doth fill.
But his deere favour where it lies,
From age to age life joyes doth fill.
Well may the evening cloath the eies
In cloudes of teares, but soone as sunne
Doth rise againe, new joyes shall rise.
In cloudes of teares, but soone as sunne
Doth rise againe, new joyes shall rise.
For proof, while I my race did runne
Full of successe, fond I did say,
That I should never be undonne,
Full of successe, fond I did say,
That I should never be undonne,
For then my hill good God did stay:
But ah, he straight his face did hide,
And what was I but wretched clay?
But ah, he straight his face did hide,
And what was I but wretched clay?
Then thus to thee I prayeng cride,
What serves alas, the blood of me
When I with in the pitt doe bide?
What serves alas, the blood of me
When I with in the pitt doe bide?
Shall ever earth give thancks to thee?
Or shall thy truth on mannkind laid
In deadly dust declared be?
Or shall thy truth on mannkind laid
In deadly dust declared be?
Lord heare, lett mercy thine be staid
On me, from me helpe this annoy.
This much I said, this beeing said,
On me, from me helpe this annoy.
This much I said, this beeing said,
Lo I that wail'd, now daunce for joy:
Thou did'st ungird my dolefull sack,
And mad'st me gladsome weedes enjoy.
Thou did'st ungird my dolefull sack,
And mad'st me gladsome weedes enjoy.
Therefore my tongue shall never lack
Thy endless praise: ô God my king
I will thee thancks for ever sing.
Thy endless praise: ô God my king
I will thee thancks for ever sing.
Psalm XXXI. In te Domine speravi.
All, all my trust, Lord, I have putt in thee,
Never therefore, lett me confounded be,
But save me, save me in thy righteousnes.
Bow down thine eare; to heare how much I need:
Deliver me, deliver me in speed:
Bee my strong Rock, be thou my fortresse.
Never therefore, lett me confounded be,
But save me, save me in thy righteousnes.
Bow down thine eare; to heare how much I need:
Deliver me, deliver me in speed:
Bee my strong Rock, be thou my fortresse.
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In deede thou art my Rock, my fortresse:
Then since my tongue, delights, that name to blesse,
Direct me how to goe, and guide me right.
Preserve me from the wyly wrapping nett,
Which they for me, with privie craft have sett:
For still I say thou art my only might.
Then since my tongue, delights, that name to blesse,
Direct me how to goe, and guide me right.
Preserve me from the wyly wrapping nett,
Which they for me, with privie craft have sett:
For still I say thou art my only might.
Into thy handes, I doe commend my spright:
For it is thou, that hast restor'd my light:
O Lord that art the God of verity.
I hated have those men, whose thoughtes do cleave
To vanities: which most trust, most deceave:
For all my hope fixt upon God doth ly.
For it is thou, that hast restor'd my light:
O Lord that art the God of verity.
I hated have those men, whose thoughtes do cleave
To vanities: which most trust, most deceave:
For all my hope fixt upon God doth ly.
Thy mercy shall fill me with jolity,
For my annoies have come before thine ey:
Thou well hast known what plung my soule was in.
And thou hast not for ay enclosed me
Within the hand of hatefull enmity:
But hast enlarg'd my feete from mortall ginn.
For my annoies have come before thine ey:
Thou well hast known what plung my soule was in.
And thou hast not for ay enclosed me
Within the hand of hatefull enmity:
But hast enlarg'd my feete from mortall ginn.
O Lord of thee, lett me still mercy wynne;
For troubles, of all sides, have me within:
My ey, my gutts, yea my soule grief doth wast.
My life with heavines, my yeares with moane.
Doe pine: my strength with paine is wholy gon:
And ev'n my boanes consume, where they be plast.
For troubles, of all sides, have me within:
My ey, my gutts, yea my soule grief doth wast.
My life with heavines, my yeares with moane.
Doe pine: my strength with paine is wholy gon:
And ev'n my boanes consume, where they be plast.
All my feirce foes reproach on me did cast:
Yea neighbours more, my mates were so agast,
That in the streetes from sight of me they fledd:
Now I, now I my self forgotten find,
Even like a dead man, dreamed out of mind,
Or like a broken pott, in myre tredd.
Yea neighbours more, my mates were so agast,
That in the streetes from sight of me they fledd:
Now I, now I my self forgotten find,
Even like a dead man, dreamed out of mind,
Or like a broken pott, in myre tredd.
I understand what railing greate men spredd:
Feare was each where, while they their councells ledd
All to this pointe, how my poore life to take
But I did trust in thee, Lord I did say,
Thou art my God, my time on thee doth stay:
Save me from foes, who seeke my bane to bake.
Feare was each where, while they their councells ledd
All to this pointe, how my poore life to take
But I did trust in thee, Lord I did say,
Thou art my God, my time on thee doth stay:
Save me from foes, who seeke my bane to bake.
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Thy face to shine upon thy servaunt make,
And save me in, and for thy mercies sake;
Lett me not tast of shame, ô Lord most hy.
For I have cal'd on thee; let wicked folk
Confounded be; and passe away like smoak;
Lett them in bedd of endlesse silence dy.
And save me in, and for thy mercies sake;
Lett me not tast of shame, ô Lord most hy.
For I have cal'd on thee; let wicked folk
Confounded be; and passe away like smoak;
Lett them in bedd of endlesse silence dy.
Lett those lipps be made dumb, which love to ly:
Which full of spight, of pride, and cruelty
Doe throw their wordes against the most upright.
Oh, of thy grace what endlesse pleasure flowes
To whom feare thee? what thou hast donne for those
That trust in thee, ev'n in most open sight?
Which full of spight, of pride, and cruelty
Doe throw their wordes against the most upright.
Oh, of thy grace what endlesse pleasure flowes
To whom feare thee? what thou hast donne for those
That trust in thee, ev'n in most open sight?
And when neede were, from pride in privie plight
Thou hast hidd them; yet leaving them thy light
From strife of tongues, in thy pavilions plast.
Then praise, then praise I doe the Lord of us
Who was to me more then most gratious
Farre farre more sure, then walls most firmly fast.
Thou hast hidd them; yet leaving them thy light
From strife of tongues, in thy pavilions plast.
Then praise, then praise I doe the Lord of us
Who was to me more then most gratious
Farre farre more sure, then walls most firmly fast.
Yet I confesse in that tempestious hast,
I said, that I from out thy sight was cast:
But thou didst heare, when I to thee did moane
Then love the Lord all ye that feele his grace:
Who paires the proud, preserves the faithfull race,
Be strong in hope, his strength shall you supply.
I said, that I from out thy sight was cast:
But thou didst heare, when I to thee did moane
Then love the Lord all ye that feele his grace:
Who paires the proud, preserves the faithfull race,
Be strong in hope, his strength shall you supply.
Psalm XXXII. Beati, quorum.
Blessed is hee whose filthy staine
The Lord with pardon doth make cleane,
Whose fault well hidden lieth.
Blessed in deede to whom the Lord
Imputes not sinnes to be abhord,
Whose spirit falshood flieth.
The Lord with pardon doth make cleane,
Whose fault well hidden lieth.
Blessed in deede to whom the Lord
Imputes not sinnes to be abhord,
Whose spirit falshood flieth.
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Thus I prest down with weight of paine,
Whether I silent did remaine,
Or roar'd, my boanes still wasted.
For soe both day and night did stand
On wretched me, thy heavie hand,
My life hott tormentes tasted.
Whether I silent did remaine,
Or roar'd, my boanes still wasted.
For soe both day and night did stand
On wretched me, thy heavie hand,
My life hott tormentes tasted.
Till my self did my faultes confesse;
And opened mine own wickednes,
Whereto my hart did give me:
So I my self accus'd to God,
And his sweete grace streight eas'd the rodd,
And dyd due paine forgive me.
And opened mine own wickednes,
Whereto my hart did give me:
So I my self accus'd to God,
And his sweete grace streight eas'd the rodd,
And dyd due paine forgive me.
Therefore shall every godly one
In fitt time make to thee his moane,
When thou wilt deigne to heare hym.
Sure, sure the flood of strayeng streames,
How ever they putt in their claimes,
Shall never dare come neere hym.
In fitt time make to thee his moane,
When thou wilt deigne to heare hym.
Sure, sure the flood of strayeng streames,
How ever they putt in their claimes,
Shall never dare come neere hym.
Thou art my safe and secrett place,
Who savest me from troublous case,
To songs and joyfull biding.
But who so will instructed be,
Come, come the way I will teach thee;
Guide thee by my eyes guiding.
Who savest me from troublous case,
To songs and joyfull biding.
But who so will instructed be,
Come, come the way I will teach thee;
Guide thee by my eyes guiding.
Oh, be not like a horse, or Mule
Wholy devoide of reasons rule;
Whose mouthes thy self dost bridle:
Knowing full well, that beastes they be,
And therefore soone would mischief thee,
If thou remained'st idle.
Wholy devoide of reasons rule;
Whose mouthes thy self dost bridle:
Knowing full well, that beastes they be,
And therefore soone would mischief thee,
If thou remained'st idle.
Woes, woes shall come to wicked folkes.
But who on God, his trust, invokes,
All mercies shalbe swarmed.
Be gladd you good, in God have joy,
Joy be to you, who doe enjoy
Your hartes with cleernesse armed.
But who on God, his trust, invokes,
All mercies shalbe swarmed.
Be gladd you good, in God have joy,
Joy be to you, who doe enjoy
Your hartes with cleernesse armed.
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Psalm XXXIII. Exultate justi.
Rejoyce in God, O ye
That righteous be:
For cheerefull thanckfullnesse
It is a comly part
In them, whose hart
Doth cherish rightfullnesse.
That righteous be:
For cheerefull thanckfullnesse
It is a comly part
In them, whose hart
Doth cherish rightfullnesse.
O praise with hart the Lord,
O now accord
Vialls with singing voice:
Lett tenne string'd instrument
O now be bent
To wittnes you rejoice.
O now accord
Vialls with singing voice:
Lett tenne string'd instrument
O now be bent
To wittnes you rejoice.
A new, sing a new song
To him most strong,
Sing lowd and merrily:
Because that word of his,
Most righteous is
And his deedes faithfull be.
To him most strong,
Sing lowd and merrily:
Because that word of his,
Most righteous is
And his deedes faithfull be.
Hee righteousnesse approves
And judgment loves:
Gods goodnesse fills all landes.
His word made heav'nly coast,
And all that hoast
By breath of his mouth stands.
And judgment loves:
Gods goodnesse fills all landes.
His word made heav'nly coast,
And all that hoast
By breath of his mouth stands.
The waters of the seas
In heapes he laies,
And depthes in treasure his,
Lett all the earth feare God:
And who abroad
Of world a dweller is.
In heapes he laies,
And depthes in treasure his,
Lett all the earth feare God:
And who abroad
Of world a dweller is.
For he spake not more soone:
Then it was done:
He bade, and it did stand.
He doth heathen councell breake,
And maketh weake
The might of peoples hand.
Then it was done:
He bade, and it did stand.
He doth heathen councell breake,
And maketh weake
The might of peoples hand.
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But ever, ever shall
His counsells all
Through-out all ages last.
The thinckings of that mind
No end shall find
When Times, tymes shalbe past.
His counsells all
Through-out all ages last.
The thinckings of that mind
No end shall find
When Times, tymes shalbe past.
That Realme indeede hath blisse,
Whose God he is,
Who him for their Lord take:
Even people that, ev'n those,
Whom this Lord chose
His heritage to make.
Whose God he is,
Who him for their Lord take:
Even people that, ev'n those,
Whom this Lord chose
His heritage to make.
The Lorde lookes from the sky:
Full well his ey
Beholdes our mortall race.
Even where he dwelleth he,
Through-out doth see
Who dwell in dusty place.
Full well his ey
Beholdes our mortall race.
Even where he dwelleth he,
Through-out doth see
Who dwell in dusty place.
Since he their hartes doth frame,
He knowes the same:
Their workes hee understandes.
Hoasts doe the king not save;
Nor strong men have
Their help from mighty handes.
He knowes the same:
Their workes hee understandes.
Hoasts doe the king not save;
Nor strong men have
Their help from mighty handes.
Of quick strength is an horse
And yet his force,
Is but a succour vaine:
Who trusts hym sooner shall
Catch harmefull fall
Then true deliveraunce gayn.
And yet his force,
Is but a succour vaine:
Who trusts hym sooner shall
Catch harmefull fall
Then true deliveraunce gayn.
But lo, Jehovas sight
On them doth light
Who him do truly feare:
And them who do the scope
Of all their hope
Upon his mercy beare.
On them doth light
Who him do truly feare:
And them who do the scope
Of all their hope
Upon his mercy beare.
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His sight is them to save
Ev'n from the grave,
And keepe from famynes paine.
Then on that Lord most kind
Fix we our mynd,
Whose shield shall us maintayne.
Ev'n from the grave,
And keepe from famynes paine.
Then on that Lord most kind
Fix we our mynd,
Whose shield shall us maintayne.
Our hartes sure shall enjoy
In hym much joy
Who hope on his name just.
O lett thy mercy greate
On us be sett,
We have no plea, but trust.
In hym much joy
Who hope on his name just.
O lett thy mercy greate
On us be sett,
We have no plea, but trust.
Psalm XXXIV. Benedicam Domino.
I, even I will allwaies
Give harty thancks to hym on high
And in my mouth contynnually
Inhabit shall his praise.
My soule shall glory still
In that deere Lord with true delight:
That hearing it the hartes contrite
May learne their joyes to fill.
Give harty thancks to hym on high
And in my mouth contynnually
Inhabit shall his praise.
My soule shall glory still
In that deere Lord with true delight:
That hearing it the hartes contrite
May learne their joyes to fill.
Come then and joyne with me;
Somwhat to speake of his due praise:
Strive we, that in some worthy phraze
His name may honor'd be.
Thus I beginne; I sought
This Lord, and he did heare my cry:
Yea and from dreadfull missery
He me, he only brought.
Somwhat to speake of his due praise:
Strive we, that in some worthy phraze
His name may honor'd be.
Thus I beginne; I sought
This Lord, and he did heare my cry:
Yea and from dreadfull missery
He me, he only brought.
This shall menns fancies frame
To looke and runne to hym for aide,
Whose faces on his comfort staid
Shall never blush for shame.
For lo this wretch did call,
And lo his call, the skies did clime:
And God freed hym in his worst tyme
From out his troubles all.
To looke and runne to hym for aide,
Whose faces on his comfort staid
Shall never blush for shame.
For lo this wretch did call,
And lo his call, the skies did clime:
And God freed hym in his worst tyme
From out his troubles all.
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His Angells armies round
Aboute them pitch, who hym do feare:
And watch, and ward for such do beare,
To keepe them safe and sounde.
I say but tast and see,
How sweete how gratious is his grace:
Lord hee is in thrice blessed case
Whose trust is all on thee.
Aboute them pitch, who hym do feare:
And watch, and ward for such do beare,
To keepe them safe and sounde.
I say but tast and see,
How sweete how gratious is his grace:
Lord hee is in thrice blessed case
Whose trust is all on thee.
Feare God, ye saintes of his,
For nothing they can ever want
Who faithfull feares in hym do plant:
They have, and shall have blisse.
The Lions ofte lack foode,
Those raveners whelpes oft starved be:
But who seeke God with constancy
Shall neede nought that is good.
For nothing they can ever want
Who faithfull feares in hym do plant:
They have, and shall have blisse.
The Lions ofte lack foode,
Those raveners whelpes oft starved be:
But who seeke God with constancy
Shall neede nought that is good.
Come children lend your eare
To me and mark what I do say:
For I will teach to you the way
How this our Lord to feare
Among you, who is heere,
That life and length of life requires
And blessing such, with length desires,
As life may good appeare.
To me and mark what I do say:
For I will teach to you the way
How this our Lord to feare
Among you, who is heere,
That life and length of life requires
And blessing such, with length desires,
As life may good appeare.
Keepe well thi lipps and tongue;
Least inward ills doe them defile:
Or that by wordes, enwrapt in guile
Another man be stong.
Doe good, from faultes declyne,
Seeke peace, and follow after it:
For Gods own eyes on good-men sitt,
And eares to them enclyne.
Least inward ills doe them defile:
Or that by wordes, enwrapt in guile
Another man be stong.
Doe good, from faultes declyne,
Seeke peace, and follow after it:
For Gods own eyes on good-men sitt,
And eares to them enclyne.
Soe his high heavenly face
Is bent, but bent, against those same
That wicked be, their very name
From earth quite to displace.
The just when harmes app[r]oach,
Do cry, their cry of hym is heard:
And by his care from them is barr'd
All trouble, all reproach.
Is bent, but bent, against those same
That wicked be, their very name
From earth quite to displace.
The just when harmes app[r]oach,
Do cry, their cry of hym is heard:
And by his care from them is barr'd
All trouble, all reproach.
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To humble broken myndes,
This Lord is ever, ever neere:
And will save whome his sight cleere
In spirit afflicted findes.
Indeede the very best
Most greate and greevous paines doth beare:
But God shall him to safty reare,
When most hee seemes opprest.
This Lord is ever, ever neere:
And will save whome his sight cleere
In spirit afflicted findes.
Indeede the very best
Most greate and greevous paines doth beare:
But God shall him to safty reare,
When most hee seemes opprest.
His boanes he keepeth all,
So that not one of them is broke;
But malice shall the wicked choak,
Who hate the good shall fall.
God doth all soules redeeme
Who weare his blessed livery:
None I say still, shall ruin'd be,
Who hym their trust esteeme.
So that not one of them is broke;
But malice shall the wicked choak,
Who hate the good shall fall.
God doth all soules redeeme
Who weare his blessed livery:
None I say still, shall ruin'd be,
Who hym their trust esteeme.
Psalm XXXV. Judica, Domine.
Speake thou for me, against wrong speaking foes:
Thy force O Lord against their force oppose.
Take upp thy shield and for my succour stand
Yea take thy launce and stoppe the way of those
That seeke my bane; O make me understand
In sprite, that I shall have thy helping hand.
Thy force O Lord against their force oppose.
Take upp thy shield and for my succour stand
Yea take thy launce and stoppe the way of those
That seeke my bane; O make me understand
In sprite, that I shall have thy helping hand.
Confounde those folks, thrust them in shamfull hoale
That hunt so poore a pray, as is my soule.
Rebuke, and wrack, on those wrong-doers throw
Who for my hurt, each way their thoughtes did roule.
And as vile chaff, away the wind doth blow,
Lett Angell thine, a scatt'ring make them goe.
That hunt so poore a pray, as is my soule.
Rebuke, and wrack, on those wrong-doers throw
Who for my hurt, each way their thoughtes did roule.
And as vile chaff, away the wind doth blow,
Lett Angell thine, a scatt'ring make them goe.
Lett Angell thine pursue them as they fly
But lett their flight be dark, and slippery
For causles they, both pitt, and nett did sett:
For causles they, did seeke to make me dy:
Lett their sly witts unwares destruction gett:
Fall in self pitt, be caught in their own nett.
But lett their flight be dark, and slippery
For causles they, both pitt, and nett did sett:
For causles they, did seeke to make me dy:
Lett their sly witts unwares destruction gett:
Fall in self pitt, be caught in their own nett.
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Then shall I joy in thee, then sav'd by thee
I both in mind, and boanes shall gladded be.
Ev'n boanes shall say (ô God) who is thy peere?
Who poore and weake, from ritch, and strong dost free.
Who helpest those, whose ruine was so neere,
From him whose force did in their spoiles appeere.
I both in mind, and boanes shall gladded be.
Ev'n boanes shall say (ô God) who is thy peere?
Who poore and weake, from ritch, and strong dost free.
Who helpest those, whose ruine was so neere,
From him whose force did in their spoiles appeere.
Who did me wrong, against me wittnesse beare,
Layeng such things, as never in me weare:
So my good deedes they pay, with evill share
With cruell mindes, my very soule to teare.
And whose? ev'n his, who when they sicknes bare,
With inward woe, an outward sack-cloth ware.
Layeng such things, as never in me weare:
So my good deedes they pay, with evill share
With cruell mindes, my very soule to teare.
And whose? ev'n his, who when they sicknes bare,
With inward woe, an outward sack-cloth ware.
I did pull down my self, fasting for such,
I praid, with praiers, which my brest did touch:
In summe I shew'd, that I to them was bent
As brothers, or as freendes beloved much.
Still, still, for them I humbly moorning went,
Like one that should, his mothers death lament.
I praid, with praiers, which my brest did touch:
In summe I shew'd, that I to them was bent
As brothers, or as freendes beloved much.
Still, still, for them I humbly moorning went,
Like one that should, his mothers death lament.
But lo, soone as they did me stagg'ring see,
Who joy but thei, when they assembled be?
Then abjects, while I was unwitting quite
Against me swarme, ceaslesse to raile at me
With scoffers false, I was theyr feasts delight,
Even gnashing teeth, to wittnesse more their spight.
Who joy but thei, when they assembled be?
Then abjects, while I was unwitting quite
Against me swarme, ceaslesse to raile at me
With scoffers false, I was theyr feasts delight,
Even gnashing teeth, to wittnesse more their spight.
Lord wilt thou see, and wilt thou suffer it?
Oh; on my soule, let not these tumults hitt.
Save me distrest, from Lions cruell kind.
I will thanck thee, where congregations sitt,
Even where I do most store of people find,
Most to thy laudes will I my speeches bind.
Oh; on my soule, let not these tumults hitt.
Save me distrest, from Lions cruell kind.
I will thanck thee, where congregations sitt,
Even where I do most store of people find,
Most to thy laudes will I my speeches bind.
Then, then lett not my foes unjustly joy:
Let them not fleere, who me would causles stroy.
Who never word of peace yet utter would,
But hunt with craft the quiett mans annoy.
And said to me, wide mowing, as they could:
A, ha: Sir, now we see you, where we should.
Let them not fleere, who me would causles stroy.
Who never word of peace yet utter would,
But hunt with craft the quiett mans annoy.
And said to me, wide mowing, as they could:
A, ha: Sir, now we see you, where we should.
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This thou hast seene: and wilt thou silent be?
O Lord doe not absent thi self from me:
But rise, but wake, that I may judgment gett.
My Lord, my God, ev'n to my equity,
Judg Lord: judge, God, ev'n in thy justice greate:
Lett not their joy, upon my woes be sett.
O Lord doe not absent thi self from me:
But rise, but wake, that I may judgment gett.
My Lord, my God, ev'n to my equity,
Judg Lord: judge, God, ev'n in thy justice greate:
Lett not their joy, upon my woes be sett.
Lett them not, Lord, within their harts thus say:
O soule rejoyce, we made this wretch our pray.
But throw them down, put them to endles blame,
Who make a cause to joy, of my decay.
Lett them be cloth'd, with most confounding shame,
That lift them selves my ruine, for to frame.
O soule rejoyce, we made this wretch our pray.
But throw them down, put them to endles blame,
Who make a cause to joy, of my decay.
Lett them be cloth'd, with most confounding shame,
That lift them selves my ruine, for to frame.
But make such gladd and full of joyfullnesse;
That yet beare love, unto my righteousnesse:
Yet, let them say, laud be to God allwaies,
Who loves with good, his servaunts good to blesse.
As for my tongue, while I have any daies,
Thy justice wittnesse shall, and speake thy praise.
That yet beare love, unto my righteousnesse:
Yet, let them say, laud be to God allwaies,
Who loves with good, his servaunts good to blesse.
As for my tongue, while I have any daies,
Thy justice wittnesse shall, and speake thy praise.
Psalm XXXVI. Dixit injustus.
Me thincks amidd my hart I heare;
What guilty wickednes doth say,
Which wicked folkes doe holde soe deare:
Even thus it self, it doth display,
No feare of God, doth once appeare,
Before his eyes that soe doth stray.
What guilty wickednes doth say,
Which wicked folkes doe holde soe deare:
Even thus it self, it doth display,
No feare of God, doth once appeare,
Before his eyes that soe doth stray.
For those same eies, his flatterers be,
Till his known ill do hatred gett:
His wordes, deceipt, iniquity
His deedes: yea thoughts all good forgett.
A bedd on mischief, muzeth he,
Abroad his stepps be wrongly sett.
Till his known ill do hatred gett:
His wordes, deceipt, iniquity
His deedes: yea thoughts all good forgett.
A bedd on mischief, muzeth he,
Abroad his stepps be wrongly sett.
Lord how the heav'ns thy mercy fills?
Thy truth above the cloudes most hy:
Thy righteousnesse like hugest hills,
Thy judgments like the deepes do ly.
Thy grace with safty man fulfills,
Yea beastes, made safe, thy goodenesse try.
Thy truth above the cloudes most hy:
Thy righteousnesse like hugest hills,
Thy judgments like the deepes do ly.
Thy grace with safty man fulfills,
Yea beastes, made safe, thy goodenesse try.
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O Lord how excellent a thing
Thy mercy is; which makes mannkind
Trust in the shadow of thy wing.
Who shall in thy house fattnesse find,
And drinck from out thy pleasures spring
Of pleasures past, the reach of mind.
Thy mercy is; which makes mannkind
Trust in the shadow of thy wing.
Who shall in thy house fattnesse find,
And drinck from out thy pleasures spring
Of pleasures past, the reach of mind.
For why, the well of life thou art
And in thy light, we shall see light.
O then extend thy loving hart
To them, that know thee, and thy might:
O then thy righteousnes impart
To them, that be in soules upright.
And in thy light, we shall see light.
O then extend thy loving hart
To them, that know thee, and thy might:
O then thy righteousnes impart
To them, that be in soules upright.
Lett not proud feete make me their thrall;
Lett not ill handes, disscomfit me;
Lo there, I now foresee their fall;
Who doe ill workes: loe I do see
They are cast down, and never shall
Have powre againe, to raised be.
Lett not ill handes, disscomfit me;
Lo there, I now foresee their fall;
Who doe ill workes: loe I do see
They are cast down, and never shall
Have powre againe, to raised be.
Psalm XXXVII. Noli æmulari.
Frett not thy self, if thou do see
That wicked men do seeme to flourish:
Nor envy in thy bozome nourish
Though ill deedes well succeeding be.
That wicked men do seeme to flourish:
Nor envy in thy bozome nourish
Though ill deedes well succeeding be.
They soone shalbe cutt down like grasse;
And wither like greene hearb or flower:
Do well, and trust on heav'nly power,
Thou shalt have both good food and place.
And wither like greene hearb or flower:
Do well, and trust on heav'nly power,
Thou shalt have both good food and place.
Delight in God, and he shall breede
The fullnesse of thy own hartes lusting:
Guide thee by him, lay all thy trusting
On hym, and he will make it speed.
The fullnesse of thy own hartes lusting:
Guide thee by him, lay all thy trusting
On hym, and he will make it speed.
For like the light he shall display
Thy Justice, in most shining lustre:
And of thy judgment make a mustre
Like to the glory of noone day.
Thy Justice, in most shining lustre:
And of thy judgment make a mustre
Like to the glory of noone day.
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Waite on the Lord with patient hope;
Chafe not at some manns greate good fortune:
Though all his plotts without misfortune,
Attaine unto their wished scope.
Chafe not at some manns greate good fortune:
Though all his plotts without misfortune,
Attaine unto their wished scope.
Fume not, rage not, frett not I say;
Least such thinges synne in thy self cherish:
For those bad folks, at last shall perish:
Who stay for Godd, in blisse shall stay.
Least such thinges synne in thy self cherish:
For those bad folks, at last shall perish:
Who stay for Godd, in blisse shall stay.
Watch but a while, and thou shalt see
The wicked by his own pride banisht:
Looke after him, he shalbe vanisht,
And never found againe shalbe.
The wicked by his own pride banisht:
Looke after him, he shalbe vanisht,
And never found againe shalbe.
But meeke men shall the earth possesse;
In quiett home they shalbe planted:
And this delight to them is granted,
They shall have peace in plenteousnesse.
In quiett home they shalbe planted:
And this delight to them is granted,
They shall have peace in plenteousnesse.
Evill men, work ill to uttmost right,
Gnashing their teeth full of disdayning:
But God shall scorne, their moody meaning
For their short time is in his sight.
Gnashing their teeth full of disdayning:
But God shall scorne, their moody meaning
For their short time is in his sight.
The evill bent bowes, and swordes they drew,
To have their hate on good soules wroken:
But lo, their bowes they shalbe broken,
Their swordes, shall their own hartes embrew.
To have their hate on good soules wroken:
But lo, their bowes they shalbe broken,
Their swordes, shall their own hartes embrew.
Small goodes in good men better is,
Then of bad folkes the wealthy wonder:
For wicked armes shall breake asunder,
But God upholdes the just in blisse.
Then of bad folkes the wealthy wonder:
For wicked armes shall breake asunder,
But God upholdes the just in blisse.
God keepes accompt of good menns daies,
Their heritage shall last for ever:
In perill they shall perish never,
Nor want in dearth, their want to ease.
Their heritage shall last for ever:
In perill they shall perish never,
Nor want in dearth, their want to ease.
Badd folkes shall fall, and fall for ay:
Who to make warre, with God presumed,
Like fatt of lambes shalbe consumed:
Ev'n with the smoake shall wast away.
Who to make warre, with God presumed,
Like fatt of lambes shalbe consumed:
Ev'n with the smoake shall wast away.
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The naughty borrowes, payeng not;
The good is kind, and freely giveth.
Loe, whom God blest, hee blessed liveth:
Whom he doth curse, to naught shall rott.
The good is kind, and freely giveth.
Loe, whom God blest, hee blessed liveth:
Whom he doth curse, to naught shall rott.
The mann whom God directs, doth stand
Firme on his way, his way God loveth:
Though he doth fall no wrack he proveth:
He is upheld by heav'nly hand.
Firme on his way, his way God loveth:
Though he doth fall no wrack he proveth:
He is upheld by heav'nly hand.
I have beene yong now old I am,
Yet I the man that was betaken
To Justice, never saw forsaken:
Nor that his seede a begging came.
Yet I the man that was betaken
To Justice, never saw forsaken:
Nor that his seede a begging came.
He lendes, he gives, more he doth spend,
The more his seede in blessing flourish:
Then fly all ill, and goodnes nourish,
And thy good state, shall never end.
The more his seede in blessing flourish:
Then fly all ill, and goodnes nourish,
And thy good state, shall never end.
God loving right doth not forsake
His holy ones; they are preserved
From tyme to tyme, but who be swarved
To ill, both they and theirs shall wrack.
His holy ones; they are preserved
From tyme to tyme, but who be swarved
To ill, both they and theirs shall wrack.
I say, I say the righteous mindes
Shall have the land in their possessing,
Shall dwell thereon, and this their blessing
No time within his limitts bindes.
Shall have the land in their possessing,
Shall dwell thereon, and this their blessing
No time within his limitts bindes.
The good mouth will in wisdome bide,
His tongue of heav'nly Judgments telleth:
For Gods high law in his hart dwelleth,
What coms thereof? he shall not slide.
His tongue of heav'nly Judgments telleth:
For Gods high law in his hart dwelleth,
What coms thereof? he shall not slide.
The wicked watch the righteous much,
And seeke of life for to bereave him:
But in their hand God will not leave him,
Nor lett him be condempn'd by such.
And seeke of life for to bereave him:
But in their hand God will not leave him,
Nor lett him be condempn'd by such.
Waite thou on God, and keepe his way,
He will exalt thee unto honor:
And of the earth make thee an owner,
Yea thou shalt see the evill decay.
He will exalt thee unto honor:
And of the earth make thee an owner,
Yea thou shalt see the evill decay.
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I have the wicked seene full sound,
Like lawrell fresh him self out-spreading:
Lo hee was gon, print of his treading,
Though I did seeke, I never found.
Like lawrell fresh him self out-spreading:
Lo hee was gon, print of his treading,
Though I did seeke, I never found.
Marke the upright, the just attend:
His ende shalbe in peace enjoyed:
But straiers vile, shalbe destroied,
And quite cutt of with helplesse end.
His ende shalbe in peace enjoyed:
But straiers vile, shalbe destroied,
And quite cutt of with helplesse end.
Still, still the godly shalbe staid
By Gods most sure, and sweete salvation:
In time of greatest tribulation
He shalbe their true strength and aid.
By Gods most sure, and sweete salvation:
In time of greatest tribulation
He shalbe their true strength and aid.
He shalbe their true strength and aid,
He shall save them from all the fetches
Against them us'd, by wicked wretches:
Because on him their trust is laid.
He shall save them from all the fetches
Against them us'd, by wicked wretches:
Because on him their trust is laid.
Psalm XXXVIII. Domine ne in furore.
Lord, while that thy rage doth bide,
Do not chide:
Nor in anger chastise me,
For thy shafts have peirc'd me sore;
And yet more
Still thy hands upon me be.
Do not chide:
Nor in anger chastise me,
For thy shafts have peirc'd me sore;
And yet more
Still thy hands upon me be.
No sound part caus'd by thy wrath
My flesh hath:
Nor my synns lett my boanes rest.
For my faults are highly spredd
On my hedd,
Whose foule weights have me opprest.
My flesh hath:
Nor my synns lett my boanes rest.
For my faults are highly spredd
On my hedd,
Whose foule weights have me opprest.
My woundes putrify, and stinck,
In the sinck
Of my filthy folly laid:
Earthly I do bow and crook,
With a look
Still in moorning cheere araid.
In the sinck
Of my filthy folly laid:
Earthly I do bow and crook,
With a look
Still in moorning cheere araid.
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In my Reynes hott torments raignes,
There remaines
Nothing in my bodie sound.
I am weake and broken sore,
Yea I roare,
In my hart such griefe is found.
There remaines
Nothing in my bodie sound.
I am weake and broken sore,
Yea I roare,
In my hart such griefe is found.
Lord before thee I do lay
What I pray:
My sighes are not hid from thee
My hart pants, gon is my might,
Even the light
Of myne eyes abandons me.
What I pray:
My sighes are not hid from thee
My hart pants, gon is my might,
Even the light
Of myne eyes abandons me.
From my plague, kinne, neighbour, frend
Farre of wend:
But who for my life do waite,
They lay snares, they nimble be,
Who hunt me,
Speaking evill, thincking deceite.
Farre of wend:
But who for my life do waite,
They lay snares, they nimble be,
Who hunt me,
Speaking evill, thincking deceite.
But I like, a mann become,
Deafe and dumb,
Little hearing, speaking lesse,
I even as such kind of wight,
Senclesse quite,
Word with word do not represse.
Deafe and dumb,
Little hearing, speaking lesse,
I even as such kind of wight,
Senclesse quite,
Word with word do not represse.
For on the, Lord, without end
I attend:
My God, thou wilt heare my voice
For I said, heare, least they be
Gladd on me,
Whome my fall doth make rejoyce.
I attend:
My God, thou wilt heare my voice
For I said, heare, least they be
Gladd on me,
Whome my fall doth make rejoyce.
Sure I do but halting goe,
And my woe
Still my orethwart neighbour is.
Lo I now to moorne beginne
For my sinne,
Telling mine iniquities.
And my woe
Still my orethwart neighbour is.
Lo I now to moorne beginne
For my sinne,
Telling mine iniquities.
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But the while, they live and grow
In greate show.
Many, mighty, wrongfull foes:
Who do evill for good, to me
Enimies be,
Why? because I vertue chose.
In greate show.
Many, mighty, wrongfull foes:
Who do evill for good, to me
Enimies be,
Why? because I vertue chose.
Do not Lord, then me forsake,
Doe not take
Thy deere presence farre from me,
Haste ô Lord, that I be staid
By thy aid,
My salvation is in thee.
Doe not take
Thy deere presence farre from me,
Haste ô Lord, that I be staid
By thy aid,
My salvation is in thee.
Psalm XXXIX. Dixi custodiam.
Thus did I thinck, I well will marke my way,
Least by my tongue I happ to stray.
I musle will my mouth, while in the sight
I do abide of wicked wight.
And so I nothing said, but muett stood,
I silence kept, even in the good.
Least by my tongue I happ to stray.
I musle will my mouth, while in the sight
I do abide of wicked wight.
And so I nothing said, but muett stood,
I silence kept, even in the good.
But still the more that I did hold my peace,
The more my sorrow did encrease.
The more me thought, my hart was hott in me,
And as I mus'd such world to see,
The fire, tooke fire, and forcibly out brake;
My tongue would needes and thus I spake:
The more my sorrow did encrease.
The more me thought, my hart was hott in me,
And as I mus'd such world to see,
The fire, tooke fire, and forcibly out brake;
My tongue would needes and thus I spake:
Lord unto me my times just measure give,
Show me how long, I have to live:
Lo thou a spanns length, mad'st my living line.
A spanne? nay nothing in thine eyne.
What do we seeke? the greatest state I see,
At best is meerly vanity.
Show me how long, I have to live:
Lo thou a spanns length, mad'st my living line.
A spanne? nay nothing in thine eyne.
What do we seeke? the greatest state I see,
At best is meerly vanity.
They are but shades, not true things where we live:
Vaine shades, and vaine, in vaine to grive.
Looke but on this: man still doth ritches heape,
And knowes not, who the fruite shall reape.
This beeing thus, for what ô Lord waite I?
I wait on thee, with hopefull ey.
Vaine shades, and vaine, in vaine to grive.
Looke but on this: man still doth ritches heape,
And knowes not, who the fruite shall reape.
This beeing thus, for what ô Lord waite I?
I wait on thee, with hopefull ey.
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O helpe, ô helpe me; this farre yet I crave,
From my transgressions me to save.
Lett me not be throwne down, to so base shame,
That fooles of me, maie make their game.
But I doe hush, why do I say thus much?
Since it is thou that mak'st one such.
From my transgressions me to save.
Lett me not be throwne down, to so base shame,
That fooles of me, maie make their game.
But I doe hush, why do I say thus much?
Since it is thou that mak'st one such.
Ah! yet from me lett thy plagues be displac'd,
For with thy handy stroakes I wast.
I know that manns fowle sinne doth cause thy wrath
For when his sinne thy scourging hath,
Thou moath-like makes his bewty fading be;
Soe what is manne, but vanity?
For with thy handy stroakes I wast.
I know that manns fowle sinne doth cause thy wrath
For when his sinne thy scourging hath,
Thou moath-like makes his bewty fading be;
Soe what is manne, but vanity?
Heare Lord my suites, and cries: stopp not thine eares
At these my wordes all cloth'd in teares:
For I with thee; on earth a stranger am,
But baiting, as my fathers came.
Stay then thy wrath, that I maie strength receave,
Ere I my earthly beeing leave.
At these my wordes all cloth'd in teares:
For I with thee; on earth a stranger am,
But baiting, as my fathers came.
Stay then thy wrath, that I maie strength receave,
Ere I my earthly beeing leave.
Psalm XL. Expectans expectavi.
While long I did with patient constancy,
The pleasure of my God attend,
He did him self to me-ward bend,
And harkned how and why that I did cry.
And me from pitt bemired
From dungeon he retired,
Where I, in horrors lay:
Setting my feete upon
A steedfast rocky stone;
And my weake stepps did stay.
The pleasure of my God attend,
He did him self to me-ward bend,
And harkned how and why that I did cry.
And me from pitt bemired
From dungeon he retired,
Where I, in horrors lay:
Setting my feete upon
A steedfast rocky stone;
And my weake stepps did stay.
Soe in my mouth he did a song affoord,
New song unto our God of praise:
Which many seeing hartes shall raise
To feare with trust, and trust with feare the Lord.
Oh, he indeede is blessed
Whose trust is so addressed:
Who bendes not wandring eyes
To greate mens pecock pride,
Nor ever turnes a side
To follow after lies.
New song unto our God of praise:
Which many seeing hartes shall raise
To feare with trust, and trust with feare the Lord.
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Whose trust is so addressed:
Who bendes not wandring eyes
To greate mens pecock pride,
Nor ever turnes a side
To follow after lies.
My God thy wondrous workes how manyfold!
What manne thy thoughts can count to thee?
I faine of them would speaking be;
But they are more then can by me be told.
Thou sacrifice nor offring
Burnt offring, nor sinne offring
Didst like much lesse did'st crave:
But thou didst peirce my eare;
Which should thie leassons beare;
And wittnesse me thy slave.
What manne thy thoughts can count to thee?
I faine of them would speaking be;
But they are more then can by me be told.
Thou sacrifice nor offring
Burnt offring, nor sinne offring
Didst like much lesse did'st crave:
But thou didst peirce my eare;
Which should thie leassons beare;
And wittnesse me thy slave.
Thus bound I sayd loe Lord I am at hand
For in thy bookes rowle, I am writt.
And sought with deedes, thy will to hitt,
Yea Lord thy law within my hart doth stand:
I to greate congregation,
Thou know'st, made declaration
Of this sweete righteousnes:
My lipps shall still reveale,
My hart shall not conceale
Thy truth, health, gratiousnes.
For in thy bookes rowle, I am writt.
And sought with deedes, thy will to hitt,
Yea Lord thy law within my hart doth stand:
I to greate congregation,
Thou know'st, made declaration
Of this sweete righteousnes:
My lipps shall still reveale,
My hart shall not conceale
Thy truth, health, gratiousnes.
Then, Lord from me, draw not thy tender grace:
Me still in truth, and mercy save.
For endlesse woes, me compast have,
So prest with synnes, I cannott see my case.
But triall well doth teach me;
Fowle faultes sore paines do reach me;
More then my head hath heares.
So that my surest part,
My life-maintaining hart,
Failes me, with ougly feares.
Me still in truth, and mercy save.
For endlesse woes, me compast have,
So prest with synnes, I cannott see my case.
But triall well doth teach me;
Fowle faultes sore paines do reach me;
More then my head hath heares.
So that my surest part,
My life-maintaining hart,
Failes me, with ougly feares.
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Vouchsave me helpe ô Lord and helpe with hast:
Lett them have shame, yea blush for shame;
Who joyntly sought, my bale to frame:
Lett them be curst away that would me wast.
Lett them with shame be cloied,
Yea lett them be destroied,
For guerdon of their shame:
Who-so unpittious be;
As now to say to me;
A ha! this is good game.
Lett them have shame, yea blush for shame;
Who joyntly sought, my bale to frame:
Lett them be curst away that would me wast.
Lett them with shame be cloied,
Yea lett them be destroied,
For guerdon of their shame:
Who-so unpittious be;
As now to say to me;
A ha! this is good game.
But fill their hartes with joy, who bend their waies,
To seeke thy bewty past conceite,
Lett them that love thy saving seate,
Still gladly say, unto our God be praise.
Though I in want be shrincking,
Yet God on me is thincking.
Thou art my help for ay,
Thou only thou art he,
That dost deliver me;
My God, ô make noe stay.
To seeke thy bewty past conceite,
Lett them that love thy saving seate,
Still gladly say, unto our God be praise.
Though I in want be shrincking,
Yet God on me is thincking.
Thou art my help for ay,
Thou only thou art he,
That dost deliver me;
My God, ô make noe stay.
Psalm XLI. Beatus qui intelligit.
Hee blessed is who with wise temper can
Judg of th'afflicted man.
For God shall him deliver in the tyme,
When most his troubles clime.
The Lord will keepe his life yet safe & sound
With blessings of the ground.
And will not him unto the will expose,
Of them that be his foes.
Judg of th'afflicted man.
For God shall him deliver in the tyme,
When most his troubles clime.
The Lord will keepe his life yet safe & sound
With blessings of the ground.
And will not him unto the will expose,
Of them that be his foes.
When bedd from rest becoms his seate of woe,
In God his strength shall grow:
And turne his couch, where sick he couched late,
To well recovered state.
Therefore I said in most infirmity,
Have mercy Lord on me:
O heale my soule lett there thy cure beginne,
Where gainst thee lay my sinne.
In God his strength shall grow:
And turne his couch, where sick he couched late,
To well recovered state.
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Have mercy Lord on me:
O heale my soule lett there thy cure beginne,
Where gainst thee lay my sinne.
My foes evill wordes, their hate of me display,
While thus alas they say:
When, when will death oretake this wretched wight,
And his name perish quite?
Their curteous vissittings, are courting lyes
They inward evills disgise,
Even heapes of wicked thoughts, which streight they show
As soone as out they goe.
While thus alas they say:
When, when will death oretake this wretched wight,
And his name perish quite?
Their curteous vissittings, are courting lyes
They inward evills disgise,
Even heapes of wicked thoughts, which streight they show
As soone as out they goe.
For then their hatefull heades, close whispring be,
With hurtfull thoughts to me
Now he is wrackt, say they, loe there he lies,
Who never more must rise.
O, yea my frend, to whome I did impart
The secretts of my hart.
My freend, I say, who at my table sate,
Did kick against my state.
With hurtfull thoughts to me
Now he is wrackt, say they, loe there he lies,
Who never more must rise.
O, yea my frend, to whome I did impart
The secretts of my hart.
My freend, I say, who at my table sate,
Did kick against my state.
Therefore ô Lord, abandon'd thus of all,
On me lett mercy fall:
And raise me up, that I may once have might,
Their meritts to requite:
But what? this doth already well appeare
That I to thee am deere:
Since foes, nor have, nor shall have cause to be
Triumphing over me.
On me lett mercy fall:
And raise me up, that I may once have might,
Their meritts to requite:
But what? this doth already well appeare
That I to thee am deere:
Since foes, nor have, nor shall have cause to be
Triumphing over me.
But triumph well may I, whome thou do'st stay
In my sound rightfull way:
Whom thou (ô place of places all) do'st place
For ay before thy face.
Soe then be blest now, then, at home, abroad,
Of Israell the god:
World without end, lett this his blessing flow,
Oh soe; oh be it soe.
In my sound rightfull way:
Whom thou (ô place of places all) do'st place
For ay before thy face.
Soe then be blest now, then, at home, abroad,
Of Israell the god:
World without end, lett this his blessing flow,
Oh soe; oh be it soe.
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Psalm XLII. Quemadmodum.
As the chafed hart which braieth,
Seeking some refreshing brooke:
So my soule in panting plaieth,
Thirsting on my God to looke.
My soule thirsts indeede in mee
After ever-lyving thee.
Ah when comes my blessed beeing,
Of thy face to have a seeing!
Seeking some refreshing brooke:
So my soule in panting plaieth,
Thirsting on my God to looke.
My soule thirsts indeede in mee
After ever-lyving thee.
Ah when comes my blessed beeing,
Of thy face to have a seeing!
Day and night my teares out-flowing
Have been my ill feeding food:
With their daily questions throwing;
Where is now, thy God soe good?
My hart melts remembring soe,
How in troupes I woont to goe:
Leading them, his praises singing,
Holy daunce to Gods howse bringing.
Have been my ill feeding food:
With their daily questions throwing;
Where is now, thy God soe good?
My hart melts remembring soe,
How in troupes I woont to goe:
Leading them, his praises singing,
Holy daunce to Gods howse bringing.
Why art thou my soule soe sory,
And in me soe much dismaid?
Waite on God for yet his glory
In my songue shalbe displaid.
When but with one looke of his
He shall me restore to blisse:
Ah my soule it self appalleth;
In such longing thoughtes it falleth.
And in me soe much dismaid?
Waite on God for yet his glory
In my songue shalbe displaid.
When but with one looke of his
He shall me restore to blisse:
Ah my soule it self appalleth;
In such longing thoughtes it falleth.
For my mynd on my God bideth,
Ev'n from Hermons dwelling ledd,
From the groundes where Jordan slideth,
And from Myzars hilly hedd.
One deepe with noise of his fall
Other deepes of woes doth call:
While my God, with wasting wonders
On me wretch his tempest thunders.
Ev'n from Hermons dwelling ledd,
From the groundes where Jordan slideth,
And from Myzars hilly hedd.
One deepe with noise of his fall
Other deepes of woes doth call:
While my God, with wasting wonders
On me wretch his tempest thunders.
All thy floodes on me abounded,
Over me all thy waves went:
Yet thus still my hope is grounded,
That thy anger beeing spent,
I by day thy love shall tast:
I by night shall singing last:
Prayeng, praiers still bequeathing
To my God, that gave me breathing.
Over me all thy waves went:
Yet thus still my hope is grounded,
That thy anger beeing spent,
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I by night shall singing last:
Prayeng, praiers still bequeathing
To my God, that gave me breathing.
I will say ô Lord my tower,
Why am I forgott by thee?
Why should griefe my hart devower
While the foe oppresseth me?
Those vile scoffs of naughty ones
Wound and rent me to the bones:
When foes aske with fowle deriding
Where is now your God abiding?
Why am I forgott by thee?
Why should griefe my hart devower
While the foe oppresseth me?
Those vile scoffs of naughty ones
Wound and rent me to the bones:
When foes aske with fowle deriding
Where is now your God abiding?
Why art thou my soule soe sory,
And in me soe much dismaid?
Waite on God for yet his glory
In my songe shalbe displaid.
To him my thancks shalbe said,
Who is still my present aid:
And in fine my soule be raised,
God is my God, by me praised.
And in me soe much dismaid?
Waite on God for yet his glory
In my songe shalbe displaid.
To him my thancks shalbe said,
Who is still my present aid:
And in fine my soule be raised,
God is my God, by me praised.
Psalm XLIII. Judica me Deus.
Judge of all, judge me
And protector be
Of my cause oppressed
By most cruell sprites;
Save me from bad wights,
In false coullers dressed.
And protector be
Of my cause oppressed
By most cruell sprites;
Save me from bad wights,
In false coullers dressed.
For my God thy sight
Giveth me my might,
Why then hast thou left me?
Why walk I in woes?
While prevailing foes
Have of joyes bereft me?
Giveth me my might,
Why then hast thou left me?
Why walk I in woes?
While prevailing foes
Have of joyes bereft me?
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Send thi truth and light,
Let them guid mee right
From the pathes of folly:
Bringing me to thy
Tabernacle hy,
In thy hill most holly.
Let them guid mee right
From the pathes of folly:
Bringing me to thy
Tabernacle hy,
In thy hill most holly.
To Godds Alters tho
Will I boldly goe;
Shaking of all saddnes;
To that God that is
God of all my blisse,
God of all my gladdnes.
Will I boldly goe;
Shaking of all saddnes;
To that God that is
God of all my blisse,
God of all my gladdnes.
Then loe, then I will
With sweete musicks skill
Gratfull meaning show thee:
Then God, yea my God,
I will sing abroade
What greate thancks I ow thee.
With sweete musicks skill
Gratfull meaning show thee:
Then God, yea my God,
I will sing abroade
What greate thancks I ow thee.
Why art thou my soule
Cast down in such dole?
What ailes thy discomfort?
Waite on God, for still
Thanck my God, I will,
Sure aid, present comfort.
Cast down in such dole?
What ailes thy discomfort?
Waite on God, for still
Thanck my God, I will,
Sure aid, present comfort.
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