Psalme. XIX.
[Gods glory the vast Heavens proclame]
[Part 1.]
Gods glory the vast Heavens proclame;
The Firmament, his mightie Frame.
Day unto Day, and Night to Night
The wonders of his Workes recite.
To these nor speech nor words belong,
Yet understood without a Tongue.
The Globe of Earth they compasse round;
Through all the world disperse their sound.
There is the Sunnes Pavillion set;
Who from his Rosie Cabinet
Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face;
And as a Giant runnes his race.
He riseth in the dawning East,
And glides obliquely to the West:
The World with his bright Raies repleat;
All Creatures cherisht by his heat.
Gods Lawes are perfect, and restore
The Soule to life, even dead before.
His Testimonies, firmely true,
With Wisedome simple men indue.
Part 2.
The Lords Commandments are upright,
And Feast the Soule with sweet delight.
His Precepts are all Puritie,
Such as illuminate the Eye,
The feare of God, soil'd with no staine,
Shall everlastingly remaine.
Jehovah's Judgements are Divine;
With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne:
Which men should more then Gold desire,
Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire:
More sweet then Honey of the Hive,
Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive.
Thy Servant is inform'd from thence:
They, their Observers recompense.
Who knowes what his Offences be?
From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me!
And from presumptuous Crimes restraine;
Nor let them in thy Servant reigne:
So shall I live in Innocence,
Not spotted with that great Offence.
My Fortresse, my Deliverer;
O let the Prayers my Lips preferre,
And Thoughts which from my heart arise,
be acceptable in thine Eyes.
