THE PSALMS OF DAVID IN English Metre; Translated from the ORIGINAL, And Suited to all the TUNES now Sung in CHURCHES: With the Additions of several NEW.

By LUKE MILBOURNE, A Presbyter of the Church of England.

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Adag. Arab.
Thus by the Streams, the Spring is clearly shown;
And the Translation makes the Author known.
Lord Falkland
None can condemn the Wish or Labour spent,
Good Matter in good Words to represent.
Bishop King, to Mr. Sandys.

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TO His Highness THE DUKE OF GLOCESTER.

May it please Your Highness,

THis little Book wants a Protector; And where could it find a Better, than in Our other Hope? Your Highness has here the greatest King, and the best of Poets, to [Page] excite Your Courage, and enliven Your Devotion. You have the Wit and Spirit of a Court, with­out the Follies of the present Age; Fineness of Thought, without Loosness of Fancy; Rapture, without Extravagance; and Piety, without the Ex­treams of Superstition or Ido­latry. These Hymns contain nothing but what may adorn the Innocence of Youth and the Vigour of a Manly Age. The Masters of Musick may try their Skill here, and sing God's Praises in as charming Notes as common and despicable Amours; and advance the Love of their Redeemer, above all the Atchiev­ments of a fancied Hero.

From Your Highness's Hand this Work may be acceptable to His most Excellent Majesty, and find Admission into the Closet of Your Royal Mother: If read by Your Self, it will be a Divine Monitor in Your Diversions, a Companion in Your Privacy, a Support under Un­easiness, and a Security to Your Religion: Those Holy Truths, convey'd through the Channels smooth and easie Verse, will, with God's Blessing, make You wiser than Your Enemies, more knowing than any Earthly Teachers, and more apprehensive than those of El­der Years. May the God of Heaven bless Your Highness's Pregnant Youth with advancing [Page] Vertues, and unfading Years: May He crown You with Love and Honour here, and with Love and Happiness hereafter: Which is the most earnest Prayer of

Your Highness's Most Humble, and Most Obedient Servant, Luke Milbourne.

To the Most Reverend Fa­thers in God the Archbi­shops, the Right Reverend the Bishops, and the Reve­rend Clergy of Great Bri­tain and Ireland; especially such as now do, or hereafter may represent that whole Body, in Convocation:
The Preface of Luke Milbourne, Pres­byter, and Author of this Trans­lation of the Psalms of David.

Most Reverend, Right Reverend, and Re­verend, Fathers, and Brethren!

THat Psalmody was, amongst the Jews, a considerable Part of Divine Worship that Book, of which this calls it self a Trans­lation, is a sufficient Evidence; That it [Page] was used among Christians of old, is un­questionable. And perhaps it is no Dispa­ragement either to the Jewish or the Chri­stian Church, that a great part of the old Heathen Worship consisted in Singing Hymns and Praises to their Gods. There is somewhat so truly Divine and Charming in Well-set Notes, and Vocal and In­strumental Harmony; they are so apt to chear and revive languid and drooping Spirits, so likely to make strong Impressions on the Memory, and so extreamly affect­ing to the devout Soul, that as the Agree­ableness of their Numbers made Poets of old the sittest Treasures of Divine Know­ledge, so the Softness and Sweetness of their Notes may make the Masters of Sa­cred Musick among our selves (were but their Lives as Heavenly as their Art) the fittest Companions for happy Souls, and Blissful Angels: With respect to whom, our excellent Waller says;

All that we know of those above,
Is, that they sing, and that they love.

What Thoughts our first Reformers in this Nation had of this part of Divine Worship is not easie to conjecture; But whether they judged Singing of Psalms by the whole Congregation no neces­sary part of a Publick Liturgy, or sup­posed that the Reading Psalms, chaunt­ed in Recitative, or sung as at present in Cathedrals, (which seems favour'd by that Title they carry in our Common-Prayer-Book, The Psalter or Psalms of David, Pointed as they are to be Said or Sung in Churches,) was enough to answer that part of Worship, 'tis certain they took no Care for any Metrical Trans­lation of those sacred Hymns, for pub­lick Use. And though some pious and learned Men had taken pains to put them into Verse, the setled Liturgy took no notice of the Matter. Nor could I ever find any Authentick Allowance for sing­ing them in publick.

However, the Practice of Singing pr­vail'd here every Day, in Imitation the Reformed abroad, and certainly ten­ed very much towards the advancing the Reformation it self; but, after all was only connived at, or tolerated And after the Restauration of our Re­ligion, and our Government, neve [...] Authorised, or so much as mentioned, a [...] a Part of our Publick Service: And the present and constant Practice of our Ca­thedrals and Collegiate Churches, and our Colleges, not to mention the Chape [...] Royal, and other Places where Choir [...] are fixed, intimates, that such Psalms were never design'd to be setled by Authority; Prose-Anthems being there generally sung, taken out of the Reading Psalms; some short Parts of other Scri­ptural Hymns; some of private Com­posure; and, by chance, sometimes a Verse or two out of Sternhold and Hop­kins; as, particularly, out of the 68th Psalm, Let God arise, &c. Set, I think, by Mr. Laws. Now the Cathedrals be­ing [Page] patterns to our Parochial Assemblies, at least in the main parts of solemn Wor­ship, they having no Example of such a Nature from them, could pretend to no Right of Singing Psalms in Verse by the entire Congregation.

Hence, though the great Sir Philip Sidney translated the whole Book of Psalms into Rhyme; and the pious Bi­shop Hall, and the renouned Lord Bacon, and, it may be some others, turn'd several particular Psalms into Verse, more correct, doubtless, than the former, yet there, ne­ver was any Motion towards introducing them into Churches. And since our Con­vocations, to whom that Work properly belongs, never took any such Cognizance of these, or of the Ancient Version, as to re­commend them, with the Liturgy, to the Parliament, our Common Psalmody re­mains a Matter of Liberty: And it ne­ver yet was made an Article of Enquiry at any Episcopal Visitation, Whether, any Psalms were sung, or what Versions of them were used in Parochial Churches.

On this Account it was, that whereas no Man better understood his own Supre­macy in Ecclesiastical Affairs than Charles the First, of blessed Memory, yet, though he designed the utmost Honour to the Memory of his Father, when the new Translation of King James the First was made publick, he only allow'd and recommended it to common Use; which, as Experience shew'd, was not enough to break in upon Inveterate Cu­stom, or, to exclude that which had for so many Years, gotten Possession of our Bibles and Common-Prayer-Books of all Volumes, and of our Worshipping As­semblies.

The Standart of our English Language having been so much alter'd of late; and Poetry especially having reach'd its ut­most Height, by that noble Genius ap­pearing in the Writings of Sir John Den­ham Mr. Waller, and Mr. Cowley, and some later Authors, the Roughness: and Uncorrectness of the Ancient Version has appear'd the more evident and notorious: [Page] The Observation of which made Mr. San­dys, Mr. May, Mr. Burnaby, Bishop King, Mr. Barton, Sir John Denham himself, Mr. Smith, Mr. Goodridge. Dr. Patrick, Dr. Woodford, and Dr. Ford, and now very lately. Mr. Brady and Mr. Tate, make their several Translations with different Success. Mr. Burnaby's Book and Mr. May's Essay, I have seen: Mr. Sandys's and the Reverend Dr. Wood­ford's are above our ordinary Musick, the last especially, whose Author seems to breath with David's Spirit, and to aspire to Raptures almost equal with that Divine Psalmist; and whose Steps are as nobly fol­low'd by that Masculine Poet, as well as Painter, the incomparable Mrs. Beal. Mr. Barton's Version is generally apposite enough to the Text, but exalted little above the Old. Sir John Denham's I have not seen, but find the admirable Dr. Wood­ford (a sufficient Judge) giving them a noble and, doubtless, a deserv'd Chara­cter. That of the Right Reverend Bishop of Chichester labours under the unhappy [Page] Choice of his Rhyme (as Others have observ'd) so far, as to render, that other­wise excellent Work ungrateful to the Ear. Mr. Smith is very gay, and per­haps too affected, if the Reverend Do­ctor Patrick may be Judge, whose own is pious indeed, and generally plain; but an almost Unpoetical Translation of the most exalted Poetry. For Mr. Brady's and Mr. Tate's, since they are now pub­lishing a New and Corrected Edition of their Translation, I shall pass no Judg­ment on that Work, whose Errours and Excellencies I must be content to be ig­norant of till it is published. Among those which I have hitherto seen, which are fitted to common Tunes, the best, the most Elaborate, and the most Musical, is, that of Dr. Ford; that Reverend Per­son having a truly Poetical Genius, at­tended with great and solid Learning, and Exemplary Piety; excellent Quali­fications for a compleat Paraphrast. Nor ought Mr. Goodridge, for his Zeal and Piety in promoting more Correct Church [Page] Musick, to be passed without a just Com­mendation.

What might be said of the Use and Excellency of Psalmody, is so exhaust­ed by Dr. Woodford, Mr. Goodridge and Dr. Ford, as to supersede any thing I can say. The Question only recurrs now, Is Psalmody a real Part of Di­vine Worship, or is it not? If not, 'tis no matter whether David's Psalms, or only Arbitrary Spiritual Philadelphian Hymns, be sung; whether any, or none at all. If it be a Part of Divine Ser­vice, how comes it to pass that our Ec­clesiastical Representative have not thought Uniformity in singing of Psalms as beautiful, and as valuable, as in any other Part of the Publick Service? Why not in the Poetical, as well as in the Prose-Version? This would take the Choice of them out of the Parish-Clerk's Power, and make it the Priest's Business, whose Discretion might be farther relied on in it. Admit the Translation of Stern­hold and Hopkins was rejected by the [Page] Convocation or Commissioners of Ed­ward the Sixth, as appearing too mean; that could not preclude a more agreeable One. And though it might seem a very hard Work, which few of the Clergy (though the fittest for it) durst under­take; yet, since at this time there are several Versions of the Psalms extant, why may not some One, or a choice Col­lection out of All, be made by Learned and Judicious Persons, skill'd in Divi­nity and Poetry too, appointed for that purpose, in a Convocation? Why may not such a Committee examine them se­verely as to Clearness of Sense, Purity and Decency of Language, Agreeable­ness of Stile, Orthodoxy of Doctrine, Suitableness to the Original Text, and Smoothness and Musicalness, of Num­bers? And may not these, after such an Examination, be approved by the Con­vocation, as the whole Liturgy former­ly was, and so be recommended by them to the Three Estates in Parliament, and to His Majesty as Head of the Church; [Page] and so receive a Just and Legal San­ction, and become one Part of our Pub­lick Unity and Uniformity? Would such an Action bring them under a Pre­munire, merely because it was not parti­cularly commanded by His Majesty? I may, perhaps, be too fond of my own Thoughts; but I conclude, this Piece of Uniformity would give less Offence to Dissenters of all sorts, than some other Things which are yet justly stood upon; for they are not about Laying down the last Translation of the Bible: The nicest Pretenders to Conscience would have no-nothing to object to pure Scripture-Forms: Nor would they, when commanded under a Penalty to sing David's Psalms, of the best Version, complain of the Mischief of Impositions.

This is such a Point of Uniformity, as all Churches, our own only except­ed, agree in: The Scots have theirs; the Dutch and French, theirs; the last, in­deed, corrected by Mr. Conrart, the Standart of their Language having been [Page] much alter'd by the Academy, since Ma­rot and Beza translated them; yet their Work being still good and intelligible, Monsieur Conrart's has taken only among particular Persons, without any Intrench­ment upon the general Harmony. The Lutherans too keep up this Uniformity; though, besides David's Psalms, they have about 750 Spiritual Songs and Hymns, Stated, and Occasional. And who knows, but now that Singing of Psalms by Rule grows so much in Fashion, this Settlement might somewhat temper and cicurate the Humour of Separation in other Matters?

If such a thing should be thought fit, there is no doubt but that, of particular Versions, the best ought to be chosen: Of all in general, the best particular Psalms; for one Man's Spirit might be raised, where another droop'd; and Men would commonly perform best, where they were most affected by the Matter. But to enjoin Unity or Uniformity in a worse Translation, where a better might be had; [Page] or to cull out meaner Performances, where, out of our present Variety of Choice, excel­lent Things might be drawn, would dash us upon the same Rock again; and the next Age might complain, that the Names of our Psalmographers were alter'd indeed, but the Defects continued: This is a Fai­lure which a Convocation, assisted by the good Spirit of God, could not easily fall under the Suspicion of.

That I, as now an Ancient Presbyter of the Church of England, might contribute my poor Offering to the Adorning of this part of Sacred Worship, I put this into your Hands, Most Reverend, Right Re­verend, and Reverend Fathers and Bre­thren! A Work of some Pains and Care; and on which my most serious Thoughts were for a considerable time engag'd, God's Honour, and the Church's Service, was my End; and his Grace, earnestly and humbly implor'd, both in the Beginning and Continuance of the Work, my Assist­ance. The Original was my Text; the Polyglot Bible and Criticks, my Interpre­ters, [Page] where needful; and the Double Translation of the Reading Psalms, in that called the Bishops Bible, and the last in our common Bibles, my Correctors: Though I have not tied my self so supersti­tiously to any, as not to use my own Judg­ment sometimes; and in some Things to stem the Current of Paraphrasts, and other Writers on that Divine Book. Particu­larly, I have adhered to those Applica­tions made of several Passages here, by the Inspir'd Pen-men of the New Testament; whom to quit for over nice and Sociniani­zing Criticks, I think absurd and dangerous. I have, in general, made the Sense and Coherence so plain, that this Version, perhaps may be as serviceable to some as a Commentator.

The Measures I have used are the Old, neither so hard, nor so harsh as some have thought: The Rhymes are every where double, sometimes more; such being, when unforced, more pleasant, and more grateful, I have generally avoided the Clashing of Consonants, as Unmusical. About 50 are [Page] twice Translated, some thrice; by that Means sometimes taking in those different Senses of particular Texts, of which 'tis hard to fix the best; Paraphrasing some lofty Psalms more fully, and using higher Expressions than a single Version could have admitted of. Hence every Psalm has one Translation so close and plain, as may be sung in the plainest Country-Congre­gations; and yet I have used such Variety of Measures, as may answer all the Tunes in Playford's Edition: And that the Work might be the more compleat, I have given all such of Mr. Sandys's Measures, with their Tunes in Two Parts, which could not be sung by the common Notes. The whole, indeed, may be an entire Bo­dy of Church-Musick: No Old Tune lost several New are added; and the Words so sitted, as to be more agree­ble both to the Dutch, French and English Tunes, as sung in any of our Churches, than any former Version has [...]een.

I have generally followed the Stile of the Original, rising and falling with That. The Measures of Chearful Psalms are fitted to Chearful Tunes Those more Melancholick, to Slow Tunes, and of a sadder Air. The Re­petitions in the Hebrew are so charm­ing, that I could not but think they would be very beautiful in English; as parti­cularly, in the 118th Psalm. I have in­dustriously avoided both Obsolete an New-fangled Words; I have invented none, nor used any harsh Transposition of Words: Though I doubt not, but, af­ter all my Care, many Mistakes may have escaped me, which whosoever with charitably point out, will lay the great­est Obligation upon me. That we might use Doxologies as well to the Singing as the Reading Psalms, I have suite One to every Measure, through the whole Book. A Right Reverend Pro­late of our Church did me the Ho­nour to read the whole over very carefu­lly; whose Encouragement was a great [Page] Motive to this Publication. If it be acceptable to others, and bless'd by God, so as to promote his Honour, I have my End: And,

Non nobis, Domine; non nobis:
Sed Nomini Tuo da Gloriam.

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THat this Version of the Psalms may be the more usefull to those who delight in Church-Musick, I have translated them to such variety of Measures, that there's no Tune in Playford's Editions, either in the Psalms them­selves, or in the Hymns before or after, to which there is not some particular Measure appropriated here: That the Compass of Church-Musick might be the larger and more entertaining, I have tun'd some to Mr Sandys's Measures, the Musick of which was compos'd by that great Master Mr. Laws, for the private use of his pious Master Charles the First of blessed Memory: The whole then presents you with one Version of every Psalm to be sung in Common Tunes, if at least we may call those of the 113 and 148 Psalms such; and they are to be sung to the same with those of the same denomination in the old Version, unless where the Measures are different, and the Proper Tunes referr'd to. Such as are not in Mr. Play­ford's [Page ii] Book, are here set down with the proper Notes from Mr. Laws's and Ravenscroft's and the whole, if encourag'd, shall be re-printed with the Notes throughout. And that we may have a just Opportunity, at such a time as this, to remember that Faith into which we are Baptiz'd, in every part of Divine Wor­ship, I have suited particular Doxologies to every particular Measure, in due Order, at the end of the Book, with what Psalms they refer to, besides some in the Body of the Version.

Benedicat Deus Operi & Authori.

The Tunes of the Psalms.

[...] A Thousand Blessings crown his Head,
[...] Whose Heart all impious Counsel flies;
[...] And hates those Paths where Sinners tread,
[...] Who God and all that's Good despise.

This serves indifferently for any Stanzas of Eight Syllables; which have no proper Tune of their own.

For the 8th Psalm 2d Metre.

[...] LOrd, how Illustrious is thy sacred Name;
[...] How blest, great God of Hosts, E╌ter╌nal King;
[...] Whose Honours all the lower World proclaim,
[...] Whose Honours all the Heav'nly Armies sing.

Psalm 11th. 2d Metre.

[...] MY Faith is fix'd on God most high,
[...] Why then should Fools to vex me cry;
[...] As Birds afraid by noises made,
[...] Hence to the Mountains fly.

Psalm 15. 2d Metre.

[...] BLest Lord, how glorious is the place
[...] Thy Altars grace: how is the hovly Temple blest,
[...] By thee possest! But O what happy Man is he,
[...] Who there a dai╌ly Guest may be?

Psalm 18, or 78.

[...] HOW shall I praise my God, my King,
[...] Thus ex╌ta╌sy'd with Joys and Love!
[...] What worthy Hal╌le╌lu╌jahs sing,
[...] To his great Name who rules above?

Psalm 23. 2d Metre.

[...] THe Lord's my Sheepheard, I the Sheep,
[...] Whose Soul his Cares in safety keep.
[...] Thro' flowry Meads, He gent╌ly leads
[...] Me on where I se╌cure╌ly sleep:
[...] Or by His guidance go, where silent Waters flow.

Psalm 24. 2d Metre.

[...] THE Earth is God's, her Fulness, too;
[...] Earth and all of Earth possess'd:
[...] For on the Seas he pois'd it true;
[...] On the Floods secur'd its Rest▪
[...] But who, ô who, Can, Lord, pursue
[...] Paths to reach thy sa╌cred Hill?
[...] Or see thy Face in that bless'd Place,
[...] There, unmov'd, a╌bi╌ding still?

Psalm 33. 2d Metre.

[...] YE Righteous in the Lord rejoyce,
[...] It's sweet, when with a chearful voice,
[...] The Just his Praises sing:
[...] O let no Tongue or Hand be mute,
[...] But with the Voice, and Harp, and Lute,
[...] Praise out Im╌mor╌tal King.

Psalm 43. 3d Metre.

[...] JUdge me, my God; revenge my Cause
[...] On cruel Hands, and faithless Hearts.
[...] Save me from him who from the Laws
[...] Of Truth, and so╌ber Virtues starts:
[...] Who bold╌ly acts the falsest Parts,
[...] With strange Success, and vast applause!

Psalm 53. 2d Metre.

[...] THE Fool, the senseless Fool,
[...] Thus in his Heart hath said;
[...] God's but an aw╌ful Tool,
[...] By crafty Preachers made.
[...] Thus all cor╌rup╌ted are,
[...] And all in Sins de╌light:
[...] But none for Truth de╌clare,
[...] None e╌ver practise right.

Psalm 58. 1 st Metre. Psalm 72. Psalm 106.

[...] WHen you in private Council sit,
[...] Are all your Con╌sul╌ta╌tions just?
[...] May others your De╌ci╌sions trust?
[...] Their Lives to your pure Hands submit?

Psalm 72. 2 d Metre.

[...] LOrd let the king thy Judgments find!
[...] Enrich the Prince's Royal Mind,
[...] For Crowns and Governments design'd.
[...] Then shall He sentence wisely give;
[...] And safe in his Pre╌ro╌ga╌tive
[...] Shall all the poor af╌flict╌ed, live.

Psalm 76. 1 st Metre.

[...] GOD's Name in Judah's known, It's great in Is╌ra╌el:
[...] His House in Salem's shown; His Smiles on Sion dwell
[...] For there his Stroke, Swords, Bows and Shields,
For Martial Fields, and Arrows broke.

Psalm 81. 1st Metre.

[...] To God, our Strength, your Voices raise!
[...] Aloud the God of Ja╌cob praise!
[...] A Psalm toth' mer╌ry Timbrel suit,
[...] The pleasant Harp, or charming Lute.

Psalm 95. 2d Metre.

[...] COme, O come, and let us sing,
[...] To our Lord, and to our King!
[...] Let us make a joyful Noise,
[...] To that God whose Love employs.

Psalm 98. 2d Metre.

[...] O sing to God, the Lord;
[...] His wond'rous Works record!
[...] Sing, sing an Anthem new. Return his Praises due,
[...] Whose Hand, whose ho╌ly Arm
[...] Dissolv'd Hell's fa╌tal Charm.

Psalm 132.

[...] REmember Da╌vid's Troubles, Lord,
[...] How in Af╌fli╌ction He,
[...] With faithful Vows engag'd his Word,
[...] O Ja╌cob's God to Thee!
[...] High tho' my lof╌ty Pa╌lace rise,
[...] With Ce╌dars no╌bly ceil'd.
[...] And Beds with Golden Ca╌no╌pyes,
[...] Would downy Slumbers yield.

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PAge 7. line 20. for Too, read As. p. 12. 1. 6. f. the, [...] thy. p. 35. 1. 4. f. gain, r. claim. p. 46. 1. 23. f. These r. Whose. p. 51. 1. r. after Truth and Mercy, dele s. p. 64. 1. 2. r. the voice. P. 89, 1. 1. r. out-shine. 1. 17. f. the, r. thy P. 90. 1. 31. f. the, r. thy. p. 103. 1. 21. r. thou'dst. p. 104 1. 27. r. sacrifice. p. 108. 1. 18. f. the, r. thy. p. 142. 1. 13 f. thy, r. the. p. 183. 1. 28. f. the, r. thy. p. 185. 1. 22. [...] sweet. 1. ult. f. on, r. in. p. 209. 1. 5. r. skies. p. 218. 1. 23 r. bring. p. 222. 1. 20. f. the, r. thy. p. 231. 1. ult. r. Wrath . d., p. 232. 1. 23. r. betray'd. p. 234. 1. 12. f. the' [...] tho'. P. 238. r. Part 5 th. Metre 5th. P. 240. 1. 1. r. quickly p. 265. 1. 4. r. And me with. p. 266. 1. 7. r. Thy Law's th [...] Truth. p. 267. 1. 11. d.; p. 292. 1. 7. r. cheer. p. 295. 1. 20. d. the. p. 296. 1. 29. r. Thoughts. p. 297. 1. 17. f. my, r. thy P. 298. 1. 1. f. them, r. them. p. 309. 1. 6. r. Seed.

DAVID's PSALMS PARAPHRAS'D, IN ENGLISH METRE;
Agreeably to the TUNES commonly Sung in CHURCHES, &c.

Psal. 1. as the 100th; or Mr. Sandys's 3d.

verse 1 A Thousand Blessings crown his Head,
Whose Heart all impious Counsel flies;
And hates those Paths where Sinners tread,
Who God, and all that's good, despise.
verse 2 But in his great Creator's Laws
He spends his happy Days and Nights;
And thence, by Meditation, draws
Both what instructs, and what delights.
verse 3 All his Designs are just, and bless'd;
His Hopes, and ev'ry Action thrives:
And when his mould'ring Clay's at rest,
His fragrant Memory survives.
So fruitful Trees, near gentle Streams,
Their Burthens to Perfection bring,
Unhurt by Summer's scorching Beams,
And flourish with a constant Spring.
verse 4 But the lost Sinner toils in vain,
With faithless Joys to please his Mind;
His Roots, his Fruits, his cursed Gain,
All fly like Chaff before the Wind.
verse 5-6 Let the last dreadful Trumpet sound,
The Just, his Head undaunted rears;
While Woes the sinful Soul confound,
With Terrours rack'd, and torn with Fears.
His Own their mighty Master knows;
And loves, and keeps, and wisely guides;
But Man, who sins through various Woes,
To Hell's dark Pains, unminded; slides.

Another Metre, Psal. 1.

verse 1 HAppy, thrice happy's he, whose Feet
Ne'er took that cursed Way,
Where Atheists and Blasphemers meet,
And God and Truth betray:
Who ne'er stood by, to countenance
What bold Transgressors dare;
Nor, that he might in Guilt advance,
Assum'd the Scorner's Chair.
verse 2 He spends his happy Days and Nights
To search his Maker's Laws;
And thence Instructions and Delights
By Meditation draws.
verse 3 Calmly he looks his Actions o'er,
Their Justice calmly tries,
And then on Mercy's boundless Store
For good Success relies.
So Trees near gentle Rivers plac'd,
Their Fruits in Season bear;
With Leaves unfading always grac'd,
And flourish all the Year.
verse 4 But off, like Chaff, God's angry Wind
The Godless Croud shall bear;
verse 5 No Place shall they in Judgment find,
Nor with the Just appear.
verse 6 For God, with Favour, kindly knows
The Just, and all their Ways:
But Ruin where the Sinner goes,
And sure Destrucion sways.

PSAL. ij.

verse 1 GOD's wise Decrees are fix'd, and strong,
As his Eternal Throne:
Why then should Heathen Fools so long
His sacred Power disown?
Vain are their Hopes, vain ev'ry Thought;
And all their Words are vain:
For what God's mighty Hands have wrought,
God's mighty Hands maintain.
verse 2 Weak Kings with flatt'ring Slaves combine,
And fret with groundless Rage;
Against their God their Counsels join,
Against his Christ engage.
verse 3 Come, let us break their Bonds, they say:
Throw off their slavish Yoke:
Why should we unknown Lords obey?
Or unknown Pow'rs invoke?
verse 4 But God, who, crown'd with Bliss, resides
Above the lofty Skies,
Laughs at their Madness, and their Pride,
And scorns their Policies.
verse 5 From thundring Clouds his dreadful Voice,
Distracts their trembling Souls:
And in his Wrath their Plots destroys,
And thus their Rage controls.
verse 6 Rave on, unhappy Fools! confound
Your envious Thoughts in vain:
My King sits high, on Sion crown'd;
And I'll his Crown maintain.

Part 2.

verse 7 The Son, with Love, all Heavenly mild,
His Awful Silence breaks;
And thus, to Pity reconcil'd,
With gentle Language speaks;
Hear me, ah stupid World! declare
Th' unchangeable Decree.
Thus my Eternal Father sware,
Before Time's Birth, to Me.
Thou art my Son, begot by Me,
On this Eternal Day:
verse 8 Ask it, and I'll invest in Thee
The whole Creation's Sway.
verse 9 To Thee the World, when made, shall bow;
Thee all its Host adore:
All Nations shall thy Rights allow,
Thy Goodness all implore.
Thy Rod the Rebel Tribes shall feel,
Thy Sceptre, forc'd, obey;
Crush'd by thy Hand, as harden'd Steel
Would dash the mould'ring Clay.
verse 10 Be wise, ye Heav'n-born Kings; be wise
All who on Earth command:
Adore your Lord with humble Eyes;
With Awe before Him stand;
verse 11 Joys, but with Fears alloy'd, express,
And early Homage pay,
Lest in Rebellion's wild Excess
You lose the perfect Way.
verse 12 Bow, bow your Necks; for if his Wrath
In angry Tempests rise,
Happy, ô happy's he, whose Faith
On Him secur'd relies!

PSAL. iij.

verse 1 HOW are my Foes, dear Lord, increase'd?
What Crouds against me rise?
verse 2 And to disturb my mournful Breast,
A thousand Ways devise?
God is his only Help, they cry;
On God his Hopes depend:
Yet see that God can Help deny,
And leave his sinking Friend!
verse 3 Yet Thou, Lord, art my Shield, my Praise,
My Strength: And when to Thee
verse 4 My Voice in humble Vows I raise,
Thy Goodness answers me.
verse 5 Safely I sleep, and safely wake;
In thy Protection sure:
verse 6 No gath'ring Host my Heart can shake;
Nor my Defeat procure.
verse 7 Rise then, my God, and save me now!
And as thy Anger broke
My Rebels Teeth; and as they bow
Beneath thy dreadful Stroke.
verse 8 So send thy saving Health, and Grace;
Let all thy Blessings flow:
And still to Israel's faithful Race
Thy promis'd Favour show!

PSAL. iv.

verse 1 O Righteous God, whose Justice freed
My Innocence of old;
O let my present Pray'rs succeed,
Thy Help my Cause uphold!
verse 2 Vain Men, who by a fond Mistake,
My solid Faith disgrace;
And Vanities your Shelter make,
And empty Lyes embrace:
verse 3 See how God singles out the Just,
His own peculiar Choice!
See how my God rewards my Trust,
And hears my suppliant Voice!
verse 4 Fear then, ô fear Him! sin no more!
Your own false Hearts survey;
Examine all your Actions o'er,
Your secret Crimes display.
verse 5 Pardon, with silent Tears, intreat;
And for an Off'ring give
An upright Heart, without Deceit;
And on his Promise live!
verse 6 Mean Souls Earth's low Delights advance,
And fading Wealth embrace.
But grant us, Lord, thy Countenance,
And thy Enlight'ning Grace!
verse 7 So shall more Bliss my Heart enlarge,
My Breast more Joys contain,
Than theirs whom Wines and Oils o'er-charge,
And who in Plenty reign.
verse 8 No Terrours then shall break my Rest,
No Fears disturb my Sleep,
While me thy pow'rful Arms invest,
And safe from Dangers keep.

PSAL. V.

verse 1 LORD, hear me from thy bless'd Abode,
My Meditations weigh:
verse 2 Attend my Cries, my King, my God,
When I devoutly pray!
verse 3 To Thee I raise my Morning-cries,
To Thee my Prayers direct;
And with my longing Heart and Eyes,
Thy kind Returns expect.
verse 4 Thy Frowns on wicked Workers light;
Thou hat'st Iniquity:
verse 5 No Fools can bear thy angry Sight,
Nor Sinners dwell with Thee.
verse 6 Thy Wrath shall lying Lips consume,
And those who thirst for Blood;
Or on deceitful Arts presume,
Too rarely understood.
verse 7 But to thy Courts, dear Lord, I'll go,
Safe in thy Mercies store;
And tow'rd thy sacred Altars bow,
And in thy Fear adore.
verse 8 O lead me in thy righteous Way,
To scape my watchful Foes:
To me thy Wisdom's Rules display,
Thy happy Paths disclose!
verse 9 My Foes in Fraud and Falshood deal,
Their inward Parts are vile;
Their Throats devouring Graves conceal,
Their flatt'ring Tongues beguile.
verse 10 Destroy them, Lord! in their own Arts,
The Rebel Crew confound:
verse 11 So Joys from merry faithful Hearts,
In lasting Hymns shall sound.
verse 12 For, Lord, thy Favour on the Just
In mighty Streams descends:
Thy Goodness all who on Thee trust,
Like some firm Shield, defends.

PSAL. vj.

verse 1 REbuke me not in Anger, Lord;
Nor in thy Wrath correct:
verse 2 Health to my aking Bones afford;
My wretched State respect!
verse 3 My Soul quite faints: But oh! how long
Must I no Answer have!
verse 4 O turn! ô free my Soul from Wrong!
My Soul in Mercy save!
verse 5 In Death none thinks of Thee; no Praise,
No Thanks our Graves disclose:
And, oh! my Strength, dear Lord, decays,
Quite spent with wasting Woes!
verse 6 All Night my Easless Bed with Tears,
With Tears my Couch o'er-flows;
verse 7 My Sight quite dim with Age appears,
Through my prevailing Foes.
But see one Beam of chearful Light!
Be gone, ye sinful Crew!
verse 8 My Prayers are in my Maker's Sight;
And all my Tears in view:
verse 9 Blush then, mistaken Fools! for shame;
For God has heard my Cries:
verse 10 Be gone! for in his Mighty Name
My Strength, my Safety lies.

PSAL. vij.

verse 1 IN Thee, my Lord, I firmly trust;
My Foe, dear God! control!
verse 2 Lest, Lion-like, with Force unjust,
He tear my helpless Soul.
verse 3 If e'er against my Prince, if e'er
My very Thoughts rebell'd;
If I his Crown unjustly wear,
Or e'er against him swell'd:
verse 4 If e'er I War for Peace repay'd:
Nay, if my Filial Care
My King, my Foe unjustly made,
Did never kindly spare;
verse 5 Then let my bloodiest Foes prevail,
And hurl my Glories down;
My Life with due Success assail,
And spurn my envy'd Crown.
verse 6 But since I'm innocent, and from
Such Imputations free,
O now to my Assistance come,
Redeem and rescue me!
O'rouze thy Fury, Lord! and break
My Adversaries Rage!
Rouze it, and in thy Judgment speak,
And for my Rights engage!
verse 7 So shall the Multitude surround
Thy Courts with grateful Praise:
Rise the [...], with awful Glories crown'd;
And thy Tribunal raise.
verse 8 O judge the Nations round, and me,
By thy impartial Laws;
Then clear'd my Innocence shall be,
And vindicate my Cause.

Part 2.

verse 9 Let Sin, and sinful Workers die,
The Just more firmly stand:
The Hearts and Reins severely try,
And righteous things command.
verse 10 For God's my Shield; that God, whose Grace
The Heart sincere protects;
verse 11 He's just, and on the sinful Race
His daily Wrath reflects.
verse 12 If still his Sins the Sinner loves,
His Sword he fiercely whets;
And of this deadly Bow-string proves,
His Bow as often sets.
verse 13 Death's Instruments are all prepar'd,
His Arrows pointed right
At such who dare, though kindly spar'd,
Against their Maker fight.
verse 14 The Wretch, big with Iniquity,
And Lyes, and Mischief, goes;
The monstrous Birth brought forth, we see,
With Hellish Pangs and Throws.
verse 35 He plots, and is himself ensnar'd
In Nets himself had spread;
His Pains and Rage recoiling hard
On his contriving Head.
verse 17 I'll praise the Lord; high as his Fame,
My lofty Praise shall sly:
I'll sing to his Immortal Name,
Who ever lives on high.

PSAL. viij.

verse 1 GReat Lord of Lords! how swift thy Name
Through ev'ry Climate flies!
Thy spreading Praise, thy glorious Fame,
Surmounts the lofty Skies.
verse 2 Thy Strength in Babes and [...]ucklings shines,
To quell thy senseless Foes;
To crush the Rebel-World's Designs,
And all their Rage expose.
verse 3 When I the Sky's vast Arch survey,
Rais'd by thy curious Hand;
How Moon and Stars thy Rules obey,
And fix'd, in Order stand:
verse 4 Lord, how has Man thy Thoughts possess'd!
Lost Man thy Smiles obtain'd!
Who sinn'd; yet, with a Saviour bless'd.
New Hopes of Mercy gain'd!
verse 5 Though He, our Lives to purchase, took
Less than an Angel's State,
All Graces in his God-like Look
With humble Greatness sate
verse 6 To Him the whole Creation yields,
And at his Foot-stool bow:
verse 7 The Herds, which trace the Woods and Fields,
His Sov'reign Rights allow.
verse 8 To Him the feather'd Hosts resign,
And his Commands obey.
And Fish, which through the Ocean's Brine
Divide their wond'rous Way.
verse 9 How swift, great Lord of Lords, thy Name
Through ev'ry Climate flies;
O how thy Praise, thy glorious Fame
Surmounts the losty Skies!

Another M [...]re, as Mr, Sandys's 17th.

verse 1 LOrd, how Illustrious is thy Sacred Name!
How bless'd, great God of Hosts, Eternal King!
Whose Honours all the lower World proclaim!
Whose Honours all the Heav'nly Armies sing!
verse 2 Yet when the Foes, blind with malicious Rage,
Affront thy Honours, or thy Name defie,
Poor Babes, weak Infants, on thy Part engage,
And quickly make the boasting Monsters fly.
More Strength, more Truth, from Infant-Language flows,
Than haughty Learning, or presuming Pride.
The meanest Wretch, by thy best influence, grows
A faithful Preacher, a victorious Guide.
verse 3 When I survey the never-resting Skies,
Whose moving Arch thy curious Fingers spread;
When to the Changing Moon I raise my Eyes,
The Stars with inexhausted Brightness fed;
verse 4 Lord, what's poor Man, or Man's polluted Race,
So pity'd yet, so kindly own'd by thee?
How could he hope for such unbounded Grace,
That for his sake, God should Incarnate be?
verse 5 Yet God, for our Iov'd sakes, our Nature took;
Beneath Himself, beneath his Angels found;
Tho God-like Beauties grac'd his Heav'nly Look;
His Sacred Head Majestick Glories crown'd.
verse 6 Where-e'er He mov'd, submissive Nature bow'd;
His Handy-works their great Creator knew:
And to adore his Feet, th' impatient Croud
On the swift Wings of just Obedience flew.
verse 7 Before Him savage Brutes their Fierceness laid:
On Him rough Lions fawn'd, and Panthers gaz'd:
Weak Sheep with hungry Wolves all fearless play'd;
And with fierce Tygers Kine securely graz'd.
verse 8 On lofty Trees, around his Glorious Head,
With strange Delight the feather'd Chorus hung;
O'er Him their fanning Pinions gently spread,
And in their native Tunes his Praises sung.
When o'er the Seas their King triumphant pass'd,
Beneath his Feet the Billows silent lay;
The finny Herd his wondrous Foot-steps trac'd,
And with their Silver Scales describ'd his Way.
verse 9 Thy Honours thus the Lower World proclaim,
Thy Honours thus all Nature's Armies sing.
Lord, how illustrious is thy Sacred Name!
How bless'd, great Lord of Hosts, Eternal King!

PSAL. ix. As the First.

verse 1 I'LL praise the Lord with Heart and Voice;
His great, his wondrous Actions praise:
verse 2 In Thee, O highest: God, rejoice;
Thy Name in Songs Triumphant raise.
verse 3 My Foes shall turn their Backs, and fall,
And sink before thy Glorious Face;
verse 4 Thy righteous Bar has judg'd 'em all,
And now my Cause obtains the place.
verse 5 Thy Hand o'erturns the Nations round,
Thy Hand the sinful World subdues;
Their Names Eternal Blots confound,
And dark Forgetfulness pursues.
verse 6 O Enemy, presume no more
To lay huge Towns and Countries waste;
Thy Rage our burning Cities bore,
Thy Rage their very Names defac'd.
verse 7 But our Eternal God appears,
His Bar prepar'd for Judgment stands;
verse 8 The World His righteous Sentence hears,
His wise Decrees, and just Commands.
verse 9 The Lord, their Refuge, saves the Poor,
With mighty Cares and Woes oppress'd:
verse 10 His Saints live in His Help secure,
And in his constant Presence bless'd.

Part 2.

verse 11 To Sion's God your Praises sing,
His Acts through all the World declare!
verse 12 When He his Quest for Blood shall bring,
He'll grant the Poor's accepted Prayer.
verse 13 Thou who my Soul from Death couldst raise,
My Suff'rings, Lord, in Mercy view:
verse 14 I'll then thy Name in Sion praise,
And Joys in thy Salvation shew.
verse 15 In their own Pits the Gentiles fall,
Their own strong Nets their Feet have caught;
verse 16 Their own false Hearts have trap'd 'em all:
So wisely God's Designs are wrought.
verse 17 The Wicked, all shall sink, and those
Whose Heath'nish Souls their God forget;
verse 18 But Suff'rers sha'n't for ever lose
Their Hopes, or all in Darkness set.
verse 19 Rise, Lord; ô let not Men prevail;
But rise, and judge the Nations round!
verse 20 Till all their Hearts with Terrour fail;
Not Gods, but Men, and mortal found.

PSAL. x.

verse 1 WHY, Lord, ô why so far from me,
In my afflicted State?
verse 2 When Sin and haughty Pride agree,
And all our Woes create?
verse 3 O let their Arts themselves ensnare
Who boast: of Crimes they love,
Who bless the Covetous, and dare,
What God abhors, approve!
verse 4 His God the prosp'rous Sinner scorns,
God ne'er his Thoughts employs;
verse 5 The World beneath his Greatness mourns,
Which all Her Peace destroys.
Thy Judgments, Lord, exalted far
Above his Sense appear;
Which makes him scorn his Foes in War,
And puff at Dangers near.
verse 6 His Heart concludes, I'm great; no Ill
Can change my certain State:
verse 7 His Mouth Fraud, Lyes and Curses fill;
His Tongue, mischievous Hate.
verse 8 Close in his Lurking-holes he lies,
To kill the Innocent;
Blood revels in his furious Eyes,
On their Destruction bent.
verse 9 He like some Lion Couchant lies,
To seize the trembling Prey;
And would God's holy Saint surprize,
And tear their Souls away.
A thousand Traps and Snares he sets
Where harmless Vertue goes;
And to the Tangled in his Nets
No Truth nor Mercy shows.

Part 2.

verse 10 Sometimes the Wicked hangs his Head,
And feigns Humility;
That, by his harmless Air mis-led,
The Meek may fall, and die.
verse 11 God, if there's any God, he says,
Forgets what Mortals do:
He can't discern our crafty Ways,
Our secret Actions view.
verse 12 Up, Lord! stretch out thy pow'rful Hand,
Afflicted Souls to save!
verse 13 For why should Fools against thee stand?
Thy dreadful Vengeance brave?
Why should they cry, God minds it not?
verse 14 O let thy piercing Sight
Look through their dark mischievous Plot:
Re-pay their secret Spite!
On Thee the Poor for Help depend;
To Thee sad Orphans fly.
verse 15 Break wicked Arms, their Malice end,
And Sin it self shall die.
verse 16 The Lord for ever reigns; his Arms
Our Land from Gentiles freed:
verse 17 He hears the Meek, their Courage warms,
And makes their Prayers succeed.
verse 18 He helps the Fatherless and Poor,
And quells the Sinner's Rage,
Left they, our Ruins to procure,
Shoold all their Force engage.

PSAL. xj.

verse 1 IN God my Hope securely stands,
Why then should Wretches cry?
Fly! fly to Hills, or foreign Lands!
Like Birds affrighted fly.
verse 2 See how the Wicked bend their Bows;
And Nock their Arrows sure!
That they with unexpected Blows,
May Death to thine procure.
verse 3 And since Hopes best Foundations are
By wicked Hands destroy'd,
Oh, how shall Men of Justice fare!
Or how their Force avoid?
verse 4 God in his Holy Temple sits
Enthron'd above the Sky,
And all the Faults weak Man commits,
His pierceing Eye-lids try.
verse 5 He proves the Just, but hates all those,
Who Sin and Rapine love;
verse 6 On them Snares, Flames and Sulphur throws,
And Terrors from above.
verse 7 For God, who's infinitely Just,
In Justice takes Delight:
And Upright Men may safely trust
In His reviving Sight.

Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys's 4th

verse 1 MY Faith is fix'd on God most High.
Why then should Fools to vex me cry,
As Birds afraid,
By Noises made,
Hence to the Mountains fly!
verse 2 For loe! the Wicked bend their Bows,
Their Arrows on the strings dispose,
At Men upright
In Woes dark Night,
They make their deadly Blows.
verse 3 Ill Men, by Force and Art, have thrown
The Governments Foundations down.
Where then, ô where
Can those appear,
VVho Truth and Justice own?
verse 4 God in his Holy Temple reigns,
The Lord enthron'd on High remains,
And with His Eyes
Severely tries
VVhat Sins the Soul retains.
verse 5 Hee'l try and vindicate the Just,
But His Eternal Vengeance must
With Death pursue
That Impious Crew
Who dare in Rapine trust.
verse 6 Thick Snares, hot Flames, and Sulphur shall,
Like dismal Storms on Sinners fall;
Strange Terrors will
Their Fancies fill,
And Fears confound them all.
verse 7 The righteous God in Actions Right
Has ever fix'd his whole Delight;
Onely the Man
Whd's Righteous can
Procure his favouring sight.

PSAL. xij.

verse 1 O Help me Lord, for Goodness now,
And Truth from Earth are flown!
None Honesty nor Mercy show,
They'r all Deceiful grown.
verse 2 All double Hearts and Tongues employ,
When with their Friends they speak;
verse 3 But God will Lying-lips destroy,
And haughty Boasters break.
verse 4 Who say, Come let our Tongues be free,
Our Words at Random fly;
And when we use that Liberty,
What Lord shall ask us why?
verse 5 But to relieve their misery
To hear the Needy's cry,
I'le rise, says God, and set him free
From Scorn and, Cruelty.
verse 6 And, Lord, Thy Promises are pure
As Silver oft refin'd,
verse 7 And will thy happy Saints secure
From Men to Vice enclin'd.
verse 8 The Wicked proudly stalks and swells,
But when Exalted high
Grief on each Humane visage dwells,
And Blushes Crimson Dye.

PSAL. xiij.

verse 1 LOst in Oblivion, Lord, shall I
No more behold thy Face?
verse 2 Must all my Thoughts distractedly,
And Woes my Heart embrace.
Still shall my Foes my strength assail,
And still above me rise?
verse 3 Lord, hear me! and e're Death prevail
Unclose my failing Eyes!
verse 4 O never let my haughty Foes
Presume they've conquer'd me!
If they my smallest Trip disclose,
They'l all Triumphant be.
verse 5 But in thy mercy, Lord, I trust,
Thy saving Health adore.
verse 6 And sing to Thee whose Bounty must
My doubting Soul restore.

PSAL. xiv.

verse 1 THe wicked Fool's misguided Heart
The World's great God denies;
Hence all from Ways of Virtue start,
And horrid Crimes devise.
verse 2 God from above the World surveys,
And Humane Actions reads,
To see who common Sense obeys,
And God, or Goodness heeds.
verse 3 But all from God's pure Ways decline,
And in his Nostrils stink,
None, None at all on Truth's Divine,
Or sober Virtues think.
"Their Throats like gaping Graves appear, [Ex [...] Septuaginta
"Their oily Tongues deceive,
"Their Lips more dealy Poisons bear,
"Then biting Aspies leave.
"Their Mouths with bitter Curses stor'd,
"Their Feet to Murders fly,
"Destruction all their Paths afford,
"And certain Misery.
"No Ways of Charity, or Peace,
"Their Pride; or Malice knows,
"And they as still their Crimes encrease,
"No Fear of God disclose.
verse 4 But can the Sons of Sin so loose
Their Understanding power,
That they like Bread my Saints abuse,
And all at once devour.
To God no Sense can make them pray:
verse 5 Tho' where no Ground appears
Their Souls a thousand Terrors sway,
And causless senseless Fears.
But God who loves the Righteous Race,
Among the Just remains,
verse 6 And while Ill Men their Hope disgrace,
He still their Hope sustins.
verse 7 Oh, whence sliall Israe [...]'s safety rise?
If God their mournful State
Restore, in Them the kind surprize
Will boundless Joys create.

PSAL. XV.

verse 1 HOw blest, how glorious is the Place,
Where thy great Name resides!
How blest the Man whom there thy Grace
From impious Crouds divides!
But, Lord, what Gifts can six him there?
What wondrous Virtues raise
His Soul to love thy House, and there
To sing thy daily Praise,
verse 2 He only can with Hopes be blest
Of that Coelestial State,
Who hides no Envy in his Breast
Nor deadly lurking Hate:
But all his Thoughts are fix'd and true,
And all his Actions right.
Faith to his Word is always due,
His Lips in Truth delight.
No Falshood e'er perverts his Heart,
No Lyes defile his Tongue;
verse 3 Nor dares he, with malicious Art,
Contrive his Neighbour's Wrong.
He scorns those Tales by Malice rais'd,
To blast his fragrant Name;
And all those senseless Scandals blaz'd
Against his rising Fame.

Part 2.

verse 4 That harden'd Wretch, who proudly flights
His great Creator's Laws;
Whose Wit against his Maker fights,
And backs a Godless Cause;
That vile, that despicable Slave
His nobler Thoughts despise,
But smiles the Good shall always have,
And Kindnefs in his Eyes.
No Loss, no Gain his Justice bows,
His Words Assurance speak;
He'll ne'er his Oaths, nor sacred Vows,
Nor just Engagements break.
verse 5 Boundless and wide his Bounty flows,
And vile Extortion hates.
Large as Men's Wants his Mercy grows,
And all their Wealth creates.
He loves the Innocent, and strives
Their Vertues to protect:
From him no Bribe can buy their Lives,
Nor Falshood gain Respect.
Thus shall he reach thy holy Place,
There grow, and flourish there:
And in the Glories of thy Face
No Loss nor Dangers fear.

Another Metre as Mr. Sandys's 7th.

verse 1 BLess'd Lord, how glorious is the Place
Thy Altars grace!
How is that holy Temple bless'd,
By Thee possess'd!
But, Ô, what happy Man is he
Who there a daily Guest may be!
verse 2 He's only of that Bliss secure
Whose Life is pure,
Who never lets Contagions Sin
Prevail within;
For Right and Justice only cares,
And from his Heart the Truth declares.
verse 3 He'll never slander, never lye;
Nor will his Eye
With Malice, or an envious View,
His Friend pursue;
Nor to his Neighbour's Hurt proceed,
Or break his Peace, by Word or Deed.
verse 4 He will, if Men in Sin delight,
Abhor their Sight;
And with a just Contempt despise
Their shameless Lyes.
But Rev'rence and Respect afford
To such as love and fear the Lord.
If to his Neighbour's Profit e'er
He kindly swear,
Though to himself a Prejudice
From thence may rise,
Falshood on him shall ne'er prevail;
His Gain, but not his Faith, may fail.
verse 5 He'll, if Extortion rais'd it, hate
A vast Estate;
And won't, for Bribes, quit the Defence
Of Innocence.
The Man whose Life is thus approv'd,
Shall ne'er by Fears or Pains be mov'd.

PSAL. xvj. As the First.

verse 1 PReserve me, Lord, who trust in Thee!
verse 2 To God my thankful Heart has said,
Thou art my Lord, but canst not be
More bless'd by my Submissions made.
verse 3 I, with unbounded Bliss, delight
In Saints, in such as Goodness mind:
verse 4 But Sorrows multiply'd shall light
On Men to other Gods inclin'd.
I'll ne'er, though kindly call'd, partake
Of their detested Sacrifice;
Nor Mention of their Idols make,
They never from my Lips shall rise.
verse 5 My God's my bless'd Inheritance,
My Right his mighty Arm sustains:
verse 6 My Lines on pleasant Parts advance;
For me a goodly Let remains.

Part 2.

verse 7 My Thanks I'll to my Teacher show,
I nightly feel his gentle Hand;
verse 8 He's ever fix'd before me, so
I still unmov'd, unshaken stand.
verse 9 My Heart henee springs with rising Joys,
My Tongue's with glorious Praises bless'd:
Though Death my Mortal State destroys,
My Flesh in certain Hope shall rest.
verse 10 The Grave shall soon my Flesh resign,
Death quit his Triumphs o'er my Soul.
Tombs sha'n't thy Holy One Confine,
Nor Worms my mould'ring Corps control.
verse 11 To me thy Grace new Life shall show;
Lord, in thy Presence Joys abound;
With thee Eternal Pleasures flow,
And lasting Bliss, with Glories crown'd.

PSAL. xvij.

verse 1 HEar me, ô hear me, Lord?
Accept my earnest Cry!
Thy Justice to his Pray'rs afford,
Who hates Hypocrisie!
verse 2 O weight my Right, and let
My Sentence come from Thee!
verse 3 Thou try'st my Heart thy Looks are set,
By Night to visit me.
Yet thou hast found me pure
When in thy Furnace try'd:
My Lips, by Resolutions sure,
Are to thy Precepts ty'd.
verse 4 Whate'r vile Sinners dare,
I know thy Word's Divine:
And from destructive Paths, with Care,
My wand'ring Feet confine.
verse 5 Lord, all my Motions guide
To tread thy sacred Way!
And never let my Foot-steps wide
From Paths of Vertue stray!
verse 6 I only call to thee,
Who hear'st the Cries of thine:
Lord, bow thy gracious Ears to me,
And to my Words incline!
verse 7 Thy wondrous Love disclose
To those who trust in thee;
And save them from the Rage of those
Who would their Ruin see!
verse 8 Keep me as Eye-lids keep.
And guard the tender Eye,
That I beneath thy Wings may sleep.
Beneath thy Shade may lie!

Part 2.

verse 9 Save me from bloody Hands,
Who now inclose me round;
And all those cruel angry Bands,
Which would my Life confound!
verse 10 Who, fat and haughty made,
Speak big with lofty Pride;
verse 11 But Snares which in our Paths are laid,
With down-cast Looks can hide.
verse 12 Who, like fierce Lions, would
Surprize the trembling Prey;
Or Lions Whelps, which mad for Blood,
In Thickets lurking stay.
verse 13 Rise, quell their Malice, Lord,
And break their Insolence!
From wicked Men, thy deadly Sword,
Be thou my Soul's Defence.
verse 14 From Godless Brutes, employ'd
To scourge a careless Age;
Men who with Earthly Blessings cloy'd,
Their Hearts on Earth engage;
Whose craving Bellies all
The secret Treasures fill;
Whose Sons are fat, whose Lordships fall
Down to their Children still.
verse 15 So I in Righteousness
Thy glorious Face shall see
Which, when I'm rais'd again, shall bless
Me to Satiety.

PSAL. xviij. as the 100 th, or Mr, Sandys's 9 th.

verse 1 HOW shall I praise my God, my King,
Thus ecstasy'd with Joys and Love?
What worthy Hallslujahs sing
To his great Name who rules above?
He, by a thousand sacred Bands,
Has made my greatful Heart his own.
verse 2 My Strength, my Rock, my Fort He stands,
His Forse in my Deliv'rance shown.
My God, my solid Hope, my Shield,
Against my fierce insulting Foes:
Safe in his Strength I keep the Field,
My Crown his mighty Arm bestows.
verse 3 Him will I praise, to him I'll pray,
And so from all my Foes be free,
verse 4 Tho' Death's strong Chains should stop my Way,
And Floods of Horrour compass me.
verse 5 Hell's dismal Sorrows hedg'd me round,
Death's cruel Chains oppos'd my Way;
verse 6 Yet my Distress his Mercy found,
And from his Seat He heard me pray.

Part 2.

verse 7 His Awful Nod my Cries receiv'd,
Which all the World's Foundations shook,
And Mountains from their Bases heav'd,
Unhing'd by his revenging Look.
verse 8 Thick Smoak his kindling Furies rais'd,
His Wrath the streaming Vapour show'd,
Devouring Flames before him blaz'd,
And Bolts with living Sulphur glow'd.
verse 9 He came, Heav'ns bending Arches groan'd,
His Steps thick Darkness cover'd o'er;
verse 10 Triumphant Flames their Lord inthron'd,
On Wings of rapid Tempests bore.
verse 11 My sterious Gloom around him slow'd,
And where he fore'd his wond'rous Way,
His Way Majestick Darkness show'd,
And heavy Clouds obscur'd the Day.
verse 12 But soon his fiery Wrath dispell'd
The Clouds, the Clouds dissolv'd around;
And Drops to monst'rous Hail congeal'd,
With burning Bolts, rak'd o'er the Ground.
verse 13 The thund'ring Skies his Voice reveal'd,
The Air returned the dreadful Sound;
And Drops to monstrous Hail congeal'd,
With burning Bolts, rak'd o'er the Ground.
verse 14 Thick as his Hail his Arrows flew:
Nor could his Foes their Force avoid,
While his sure Hand thick Lightnings threw,
And all their scatter'd Hosts destroy'd.

Part 3.

verse 15 Great God, when thy sierce Fury storm'd,
Distracted Nature trembling lay;
And the unfarhom'd Deep, deform'd
Through horrid Ruptures, felt the Day.
The Seas old Parent Springs appear'd,
And the great World's Foundations torn;
The tott'ring Hills their Doom's day fear'd,
By thy impetuous Wrath o'er-born.
verse 16 For me yet were his Loves engag'd,
His Brows with softer Glory shin'd;
He sav'd me from the Gulphs enrag'd,
And all the greedy Floods combin'd.
verse 17 His gracious Arm still rescues me
From all my Foes insulting Hate,
That Arm which me alone can free,
And their prevailing Force abate.
verse 18 Their Spite my saddest Moments watch'd,
But God was then my Guard, my Stay;
He lov'd, he lov'd my Soul, and snatch'd
From hungry Jaws the fainting Prey.
verse 19 My harmless Innocence he knows,
And with his bounteous Love pursues;
verse 20 For I his sacred Methods chose,
Nor would, his just Commands refuse.

Part 4.

verse 21 God's Statures still before me lay,
verse 22 Nor durst I cast his Laws aside,
verse 23 But with Him trod the perfect Way,
And all my craving Lusts deny'd.
verse 24 So God my Love with Love repay'd,
Repay'd my righteous Innocence,
And to my Hands thus guiltless made
Hee'l still His kind Rewards dispense.
verse 25 God's ever Just; where Mercy shines
His Mercy meet's the tender Heart,
Where Man to perfect Deeds inclines,
His Smiles a perfect meed impart.
verse 26 Where the plain Heart sincerely moves,
God's Blessings are unmix'd and plain,
Where Man deceit and falshood loves,
False Hopes, false Joys, are all his gain.
verse 27 Thou shalt thy poor Afflicted raise,
Bring down the Looks which proudly swell
verse 28 And make my Light more brightly blaze,
And all my darker thoughts dispel.
verse 29 By Thee with Godlike vigour arm'd
Thro' rally'd Hosts I force my way,
Scale losty Walls, till all alarm'd
My ever conquering Sword obey.

Part 5.

verse 30 God's ways are perfect, try'd and pure
His Word; His Strength a certain Shield.
verse 31 What God but Ours can help secure?
What Lord so firm a Shelter yield?
verse 32 My God, my Arm with strength supplies,
And makes my Ways and Counsels plain,
verse 33 Through him my speed the Hart out-flies,
And I set high securely reign.
verse 34 He taught, my unskill'd Arms the flight
To throw the Spear and lift the Shield,
To break steel Bows with ease, and fight
The Duel, or, the Marshall'd field.
verse 35 Thro' Thee I'me safe and guarded sure,
And Greatness gain, and kind support,
verse 36 My Paths grow large, my Feet secure,
My Foes my Conquering Armies sport.
verse 37 My flying Foes I'le swiftly chase
And seize, and soon confound them all:
verse 38 Till in their Breasts my Shafts take place,
And Dead beneath my feet they fall.
verse 39 When numerous Armies take the Field
With strength thy Spirit girds me round,
verse 40 Thou make'st my fierce Opposers yield,
Their humbled Necks to kiss the ground.
Thro' Thee my Hands with ease destroy
Those Crouds whose spite my Glory cross'd.
verse 41 In vain to God for Help they cry,
Their Prayers, their empty Cries are lost

Part 6.

verse 42 Thro' Thee my scatter'd Foes are blown
Like Dust before the stormy Wind,
Or like vile Dirt in streets are thrown,
And I tread down their hated kind.
verse 43 No more shall strife the Tribes divide,
But I'le by join'd Agreement reign,
And o're strange Heathen Lands preside,
And Realms unknown shall drag my Chain.
verse 44 They'l by my Name alarm'd obey,
And Strangers smooth pretences make,
verse 45 And humble Reverence seem to pay
When all their strongest Frontiers quake.
verse 46 Bless'd be my God! ô ever blest!
My ever-living Rock! may He,
verse 47 Whose saving Help my Foes deprest,
More honour'd still, more glorious be!
verse 48 Their Heads it's mark His Vengearice makes,
And He the subject Nation's leads;
Me from their cruel Envy takes,
And sets me high above their Heads.
And tho' Man's heady Fury still
Fly out, thy Arms my Safety bring;
verse 49 And I before the Gentiles will
Thy Praise, in grateful Anthems, sing.
verse 50 To Kings He great Salvation gives;
And sure of his protecting Grace
His David, his Anointed lives,
And all his long succeeding Race.

PSAL, 19. As the 18th.

verse 1 LOok up obdurate Wretch! Survey
The Heavens, the far extended Skyes:
See what those sacred Volumes lay,
Before thy Unbelieving Eyes.
To prove our God's Existence, there
A thousand starry Beauties shine,
A thousand glorious Marks appear,
Of Providence and Love Divine.
verse 2 If still thy fullen Silence dare
Neglect thy great Creator's Praise,
Yet wiser Nature's grateful Care
His Being speaks, his Might displays.
There, Days to Nights, and Nights to Days,
Instructive Wisdom's Lectures read.
verse 3 Yet to proclaim God's wondrous praise,
They neither Voice nor Language need.
Orders prodigious Eloquence,
O're all the seeing World prevails;
And with strong Truth, and weighty Sense,
Their willing Eyes and Hearts assails.
verse 4 Nor can Earth's darkest Corners be
So far from Light or Sense remov'd,
But they our God's Existence see,
And Atheïstic Lyes disprov'd.

Part 2.

Above in open Skies He blest
verse 5 The Place from whence the lightsom Sun
Like some Illustrious Bridgroom drest;
Or well-breath'd vigorous Youth should run.
verse 6 Thro' every Point he swifty drives,
And sheds his Influences round,
And as He runs disperses Lives,
His Heat's with vast Productions crown'd.
verse 7 Yet tho' that radiant Star declare,
So plain the Majesty Divine,
Tho' Nature speak her Maker's care,
And God in every Creature shine.
More happy we, to whom his Grace
Imparts his Will, and sacred Laws;
Where, through each Word, the Poor may trace
His Works, and Him, their mighty Cause.
Thy Laws in full Perfection shine,
Great God, thy Statutes firmly stand;
Those, sinful Thoughts to Good incline;
These make the Simplest understand.
verse 8 Thy Precepts right, thy Dictates pure,
Give Joy, and clear the Cloudy Eyes;
verse 9 Thy Worship ever shall endure,
Thy Judgments all are just, and wise.

Part 3.

verse 10 Honey we'd eat, and Gold we'd gain;
That, for its Sweetness; this, its Price.
But nobler Sweets thy Laws contain;
More worth, thy Word's Divine Advice.
verse 11 They warn my Soul when Danger's near,
Dangers which Health and Lust create;
And then conduct me safely where
Rewards on just Obedience wait.
verse 12 Yet who, ô holy God can know
What Guilt his inmost Thoughts attends,
Who weighs his Words, his Actions who?
Or on their Innocence depends?
Cleanse me, ô cleanse my Soul, my God,
From Sins o'er-look'd, and Guilt unknown:
verse 13 O let me not beneath the Load
Of Madness or Presumption groan!
So from great Guilt, great Errours, free,
verse 14 I'll praise my strong Redeemer's Name,
Till all my Thoughts and Words with Thee:
May Favour and Acceptance gain.

PSAL. xx. As the 12th.

verse 1 WHen, press'd with weighty Cares,
The Lord accept thy Prayers,
Thee with his glorious Name defend!
verse 2 May his Assisting-Grace
Come from thy Holy Place;
His Strength from Sion's Hill descend!
verse 3 O may thy Sacrifice
Right from his Altars rise,
Consum'd at once by Flames Divine!
verse 4 He give thee wish'd Success,
And all thy Counsels bless,
While we in Thanks and Praise combine!
verse 5 With Joys Triumphant we
Thy great Salvation see:
In God's great Name our Standards high,
With humbly grateful Praise,
And chearful Hands, we'll raise:
May God to all thy Prayers reply!
verse 6 He, from his holy Throne,
Will his Anointed own;
On him his God's Salvation flows:
That Health and Safety strong,
Which to our God belong,
God's mighty Arm alone bestows.
verse 7 Some in their Chariots most,
And some in Horses boast;
But we, in God's more pow'rful Name.
verse 8 They, crush'd and broken all,
In weighty Ruins fall,
While we our Saviour's Strength proclaim:
Through that we strongly rise,
And with erected Eyes,
The Spring of all our Strength adore.
verse 9 O Thou, our God, our King,
Accept the Vows we bring,
When we thy needful He'p implore!

Another Metre. As the 100th.

verse 1 THE Lord, in dang'rous Times receive
Thy Pray'rs; his Name defend thee still
verse 2 Thy Wants with holy Aids relieve,
And help thee from his sacred Hill!
verse 3 O may He all thy Vows record,
Consume thy grateful Sacrifice:
verse 4 Success to thy vast Thoughts afford,
And bless each mighty Enterprize!
verse 5 So, in his Health Triumphant, we
Will raise our happy Standards high
In God's great Name, while kindly he
Shall to thy servent Pray'rs reply:
verse 6 Now, now I know the Lord his Health
on his Anointed King bestows;
Whose Strength, whose Happiness, and Wealth,
From his Celestial Treasure flows.
verse 7 Some trust in well-arm'd Chariots; some
In Horses, and in Horse-men's Force:
In God's more pow'rful Name we come;
To him alone's our who'e Recourse.
verse 8 They quickly bend, and quickly fall;
We rise more high, and stronger stand;
verse 9 Help, Lord! and when, distress'd, we call,
For us thy Royal Aids command!

PSAL. xxj. As the 100th,

verse 1 THE King shall in thy Might be glad,
And in thy saving Health rejoice,
verse 2 Since he, bless'd Lord, his Wishes had,
And thou hast heard his humble Voice.
verse 3 Thy Goodness all his Hopes prevents,
And crowns his Head with envy'd Gold:
verse 4 He beg'd for Life; thy Love consents,
He long may live, and ne'er be old.
verse 5 Thy great Salvation set him high,
With all Majestick Glory crown'd:
verse 6 On him Eternal Blessings lie;
Thy Heav'nly Joys his Heart surround.
verse 7 The King on God above relies,
And in his Mercy firmly stands:
verse 8 No Foe beyond his Anger flies,
Nor scapes his long revenging Hands.
verse 9 Lord, when thy dreadful Fury burns,
Its Flame their Stock at once consumes,
verse 10 And all their Race on Earth o'erturns,
And all their wretched Pride intombs.
verse 11 Against thee they conspir'd, and fram'd
Such Plots as no Effect could take.
verse 12 O let them turn their Backs asham'd!
Thine Arrows sharp against them make!
verse 13 Exalt thy Might, thy Glory, Lord;
Arise, exalt thy lofty Name,
While we with Songs thy Might record,
And all thy wondrous Acts proclaim.

PSAL. xxij.

verse 1 WHY, ô my God; my God, ô why
Hast thou Forsaken me!
How long so distant from my Cry
Shall thy Salvation be!
verse 2 To thee, my God; I cry by Day;
To thee by Night I cry;
With Tears, with restless Tears, I pray;
Yet, unregarded, die.
verse 3 Yet Thou art holy, Lord, and pure;
With faithful Praise ador'd:
verse 4 Our Father's Hopes in Thee were sure,
Thy He [...]p their Souls restor'd.
verse 5 On Thee they call'd, and hop'd in Thee,
Yet no Disgrace receiv'd:
Thy Hand procur'd their Liberty,
And all their Wants reliev'd.
verse 6 But I, a wretched Worm, the Name
Of Man in vain have born;
By Men expos'd to common Shame,
And all the Vulgar's Scorn.
verse 7 Their Heads, their Lips, when I appear,
With Scoffs disdainful move.
verse 8 Let's see, they cry, if God can hear,
If God his Cause approve.
God was his Hope, in God his Trust,
On God the Wretch rey'd:
God, if He'll have him, strongly must
Espouse his Darling's Side.
verse 9 But from my Mother's Breasts and Womb,
Thou wast my God, my Guide:
verse 10 Thy careful Hand my youthful Bloom,
My Infant Cries supply'd.
verse 11 So on thy Grace I still depend,
O never cast me by;
For daily Woes my Life attend,
And no Assistant's nigh.

Part 2.

verse 12 Against me Sinners fierce engage,
And impious Arms prevail;
verse 13 And me with Lions rampant Rage,
And open Mouths, assail.
verse 14 My Life runs off, like Winter-Streams;
My Bones, disjointed, start:
As Wax before the Sun's hot Beams,
So melts my careful Heart.
verse 15 My Strength quite dries away, my Tongue
Cleaves to my parching Jaws;
And I shall soon to Earth belong
By Death's determin'd Laws.
verse 16 For angry Dogs around me meet,
And all the Godless Crew:
They pierce my bleeding Hands and Feet,
And Wounds on Wounds renew.
verse 17 Each Passenger may tell my Bones,
While here I rack'd appear;
And gaze in Scorn, while deathful Groans
My wasted Vitals tear.
verse 18 My Robes my cruel Murd'rers seize,
And carefully divide;
And for their Shares, their doubtful Pleas,
Impartial Lots decide.
verse 19 But leave me not, my Strength, my Lord!
O fly to resoue me!
verse 20 My helpless Soul; ô from the Sword,
And bloody Dogs set free!
verse 21 From Lions Mouths, and Brutish Might,
O save, and hear my Prayer!
verse 22 So I'l, in all thy Church's Sight,
Thy Name, thy Praise declare.

Part 3.

verse 23 O ye who fear the Lord, with Praise
His happy Smiles implore!
Ye faithful Seed, his Glories raise,
His sacred Name adore!
verse 24 He ne'er despis'd, nor cast aside
The Poor's afflicted Case;
Nor hid his Face; but when I cry'd,
Bestow'd his wonted Grace.
verse 25 To thee, my God, I'll lofty Praise
In Vast Assemblies sing;
My humblest Vows on holy Days,
With just Devotion bring.
verse 26 The Poor shall eat to Fulness there,
Thy Saints thy Praises found;
Their joyful Hearts with Heav'nly Cheer,
And Life Eternal crown'd.
verse 27 Earth's farthest Bounds to Thee shall bow,
The World thy Grace proclaim:
All Nations Thee their God shall know,
And bear thy sacred Name.
verse 28 For God above the Nations reigns,
And o'er the World presides:
His Word their quiet State maintains,
And Truth to all divides.
verse 29 The Rich shall all his Rights allow,
And just Obedience pay.
The Poor to him shall gladly bow,
And his Commands obey.
Nay, those whose drooping Souls draw near
The dark devouring Grave,
Shall at his Name reviv'd appear,
And his Protection crave.
verse 30 Their Seed their gracious God shall serve,
And in his Family
Their happy States and Names preserve,
And all his Goodness see
verse 31 They shall his Righteousness to all
Succeeding Ages show,
That those to come on God nay call,
And all his Wonders know.

Another Metre: As the 124th.

WHY, ô my God; ô why, my God, dost Thou
Desert a Soul oppress'd with mighty Woe!
Thou, whose uhbounded Mercies largely flow;
And ready Help, and kind Supports allow
To others, who beneath their Suff'rings bow!
verse 2 Crush'd by thy weighty Wrath, my dreadful Cries,
My flowing Tears, consume the chearful Light;
My restless Groans disturb the silent Night:
Yet still my absent God his Smiles denies;
For Tears or Groans has neither Ears nor Eyes.
verse 3 What! Can thy Wrath against a Godless Race
Thy Nature change? or to thy Servants make
Thy Promise fail? Can God himself forsake?
O, no! He's holy still: His wondrous Grace
The faithful World with Praise and Thanks em­brace.
verse 4 On him our happy Fathers long believ'd;
Their Faith in him, in him their Hopes were sure;
Their Considence in him from Shame secure.
verse 5 His ready Arm their pressing Wants reliev'd;
Their ancient Freedom, and their State retriev'd.
verse 6 But I'm beneath a Man's exalted Name,
A trampled Worm, a Wretch, forgot, forlorn;
Expos'd to all th' insulting Vulgar's Scorn.
My heavy Woes their scossing Wits inflame,
And think I merit greater Pains and Shame
verse 7 See how they toss their Heads! the barb'rous Crew
Shoot out their Tongues with pointed Flouts and Jeers,
(Unkind returns, for all my sanguine tears!)
With cruel Joys the Rout my Life pursue,
And my unutterable Torments view.
verse 8 God was th' Impostors Patron once, they cry;
God was his Strength, his Friend, his Father too:
Let's see what that Almighty Friend can do:
Let's see his God; through the dividing Sky,
On rapid Wings, to his Assistance fly!
verse 2 Yet from my Mother's Breasts, and Virgin- womb
Wast thou my God, and I was only thine;
My Birth, Conception, Nature, all Divine.
verse 10 On Thee I trusted in my early Bloom:
Thy Image in my Infant-Soul had Room.
And can I doubt my God's immortal Love?
Can Seas or Earth again, or can the Sky,
Dissolv'd in one unshap'd Confusion, lie?
Can groundless Hate pursue the spotless Dove?
Or can unkind Oblivion reign above?
verse 11 Lord, be not absent long! to thee alone
My dropping Soul for sure Assistance flies;
On Thee, for Help, my drooping Soul relies.
My Griefs are nearer now, and stronger grown;
My Foes unnumber'd, my Assistants none.
verse 12 Not angry Bulls with more ungovern'd Rage,
Curl'd Bulls of lofty Basan's surly Breed;
verse 13 Not hungry Lions rouz'd, with fiercer Speed
Against the daring Hunters Spears engage,
Than against me this blind malicious Age.
verse 14 With cruel Spite they vex and wildly tear
My mangled Body, and my wounded Mind;
No sinewy Strength my loos'ning Joints can find.
Woes swell my throbbing Heart, and deadly Care,
And horrid Pangs approaching Death declare.
verse 15 What Pray'rs, what Cries, what melting Tears can I,
To cool Men's Rage, or ease my Torments, use?
My Tongue its Cries, their Tears my Eyes refuse.
And that thou, Lord, may'st cast thy Thunders by,
I groan, I sweat, I bleed, and faint, and die.
verse 16 To grieve me more, they pierce my Hands and Feet,
My Hands, my bleeding Feet, are rudely torn;
My dying Groans suppress'd by noisy Scorn.
So greedy Dogs about the Carcase meet,
And Passengers with surly Snarlings greet.
verse 17 Stretch'd on this Cross, my Bones are all descry'd;
Their Eyes, still dry, the stupid Vulgar raise,
And, hard as Rocks, on all my Sorrows gaze.
verse 18 My Robes among themselves my Guards divide;
And with impartial Lots, their Claims decide.
verse 19 But, ô with Haste, my God, with Haste to me;
Fly on thy own Salvation's Balmy Wings:
From that alone my Strength and Safety springs,
To give me Life, let thy Assistance be
Swift as my own Obedience was to Thee!
verse 20 And though my Foes with Dog-like Fury rave,
My wretched Soul, deserted, Friendless, mourn.
And all their Swords against my Bosom turn,
Be thou but mine, their swords and teeth shall have
A Check, and all their Malice find a Grave.
verse 21 Though Men as Rampant Lions fierce, would tear
Mytrembling heart, tho they'd withforce control
With rabid Force distract my peaceful Soul;
Be thou but mine, I'll live more free from Fear
Than Mariners when Halcyon Calms appear.
verse 22 Then to my faithful Brethren I'll declare
Thy gracious Actions, and thy glorious Name
And in thy House thy wondrous Love proclaim.
verse 23 O ye who in th' Almighty's Favour share,
Now to his Court with grateful Songs repair!
Ye who of Israel's Privilege partake,
By Faith united to the chosen Seed,
To his bless'd Courts with grateful Songs proceed
verse 24 He ne'er would yet his praying Saints forsake,
Nor to th' Oppress'd himself a Stranger make.
verse 25 Thy Name I'll in the great Assemblies praise,
And there, in publick, pay my Vows to Thee:
There all thy Saints my Gratitude shall see:
My Sacrifice their fainting Hope shall raise,
And turn their Mourning to their Feasting-Day!
verse 26 Then those who seek their God, their God shall see;
Their Hearts with no uncertain Tumours swell,
But in Eternal Joys and Pleasures dwell:
Where, chang'd their happy Hymns of Praise shall be,
To Angels Tunes, and Heav'nly Harmony.
verse 27 Thee shall the bles'd converted Nations know:
Earth's utmost Borders, dearest Lord, be thine:
To Thee the farthest Pagan Tribes incline
To Thee shall all th' enlightned Nations flow,
And holy Rev'rence and Devotion show.
verse 28 For God's the King, and o'er the Nations reigns:
verse 29 The Rich, the Mighty to his Sceptre bow:
His Government the naked Poor allow.
Their God to them his Kindness still retains,
And gives then Life, and then their Lives main­tains.
verse 30 From them shall an immortal Race descend,
To God devoted, and from God be nam'd;
For sacred Rites and holy. Virtues fam'd:
verse 31 Who downward shall the gladsom Tiding send,
And his great Acts to future Heirs extend.
To God the Father, and to God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost, Almighty Three,
One only God, one Glorious Trinity!
As shall be, is, and was, e'er: Time begun;
Be lasting Glories paid, and Homage done.

PSAL. xxiij. As the 100th.

AMidst a Thousand Wants and Woes,
My Soul on God for He [...]p relies:
My Griefs his pitying Wisdom knows;
My Wants his pitying Love supplies.
verse 2 He like a Shepheard gently leads,
My Soul thro' Truths delightful Ways:
My Foot sure by his Condust treads,
And ne're from Paths of Wisdom strays.
verse 3 As grassy Meads, and wholesom Streams,
New Health on sickly Flocks bestow,
So in thy Favours quickning Beams
I sweetly live, and kindly grow.
verse 4 Thro' Death's dark shades I fearless move,
By Thee, dear God, secur'd from Harms;
Thy very Rod demonstrates Love,
Thy Staff supports my wearied Arms.
verse 5 What tho' an envious World should frown
On all my chief Delights? from Thee
Sweet Wine and Oil my Bowl shall crown,
And boundless Plenty compass me.
verse 6 In Thee, my God, I'me always blest.
On, Thee my Hopes, my Joys depend.
Then in thy House I'le fix my Rest,
My Life in lasting Praises spend.

Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys's 10th.

verse 1 THE Lord's my Sheepherd, I the Sheep,
Those Soul his Cares in safety keep.
Through flowery Meads,
He gently leads
Me on where I securely sleep:
Or by His guidance go,
Where silent Waters flow.
verse 3 His Loves, his constant Loves refin'd,
The Errors of my wand'ring Mind:
For this Name's sake,
He brought me back,
When I from Virtue's paths declin'd.
And to his righteous Ways,
Consines my fleeting Days.
verse 4 I now no Fears or Danger know,
Tho' thro' Death's gloomy, shades I go;
Since there with me,
My God will be.
From Thee alone my Comforts flow,
Which to me, ever Lord,
Thy Rod, thy Staff afford.
verse 5 Thou wilt for Me before my Foes,
A Table nobly stor'd dispose,
Oils largely shed,
Around my Head.
And till the purple Juice o're-flows,
Thy endless Bounty will,
My Bowl divinely sill.
verse 6 Goodness and Mercy both shall be,
A Portion all my Life for me:
And then my Rest,
Supremely blest,
Within thy sacred House shall be;
Where, to my God and King,
I'le endless Praises sing.

PSAL. xxjv

verse 1 THis Earth the World, their Hosts, and Store,
To God above belong,
verse 2 Who rais'd it on the Seas, and o're
The Waters built it strong.
verse 3 Yet fix'd in one selected place
His own Immortarl Name:
But ô what Man can find such grace,
Dear Lord, to reach the same?
What happy Man divinely blest
Attend thy Altars there,
Or of a Seat secure possest
Before thy Face appear?
verse 4 He, whose pure Hands are free from Bloody,
From all Corruptions free,
Whose honest Heart, sincerely good,
Abliors Hypocrisy.
Who ne're in Thoughtst, or Actions yain,
His active Soul employ'd,
Nor falsly swore, nor liv'd in pain
To make his Promise void.
verse 5 To such a Man God's goodness will,
Unfading Blessings give,
Reward him well, and let him still,
On his Salvation live.
verse 6 Such, with unweary'd Dilligence,
Seek God's Immortal Name,
And Israelites by Faith commence,
And Israe [...]'s portion claim▪
verse 7 Yee Doors, yee Gates Eternal high,
Your glorious Arches raise,
Then shall the King of Majesty,
Come in with lofty praise▪
verse 8 O who'es that great that, glorious King?
It's God, the mighty Lord,
And wondrous Wars record.
verse 9 Yee Doors, yes Gates, Eternal high
Your, glorious Arches raise,
Then shall the king of Majesty,
Come in with, lofty praise.
verse 10 O who's that great, that glorious King?
It's God, the mighty Lord
Of Hosts; whose Praise his Subjects sing,
Whose Honours all record.

Another Metre: As Da Pacem Domine.

verse 1 THE Earth is God's, her Fulness too;
Earth, and all of Earth possess'd:
verse 2 For on the Seas he pois'd it true;
On the Floods secur'd its Rest.
verse 3 But who, ô who.
Can, Lord, pursue
Paths to reach thy sacrecd Hill?
Or see thy Face
In that bless'd Place,
There, unmov'd, abiding still?
verse 4 He, only he, whose Hands are clean,
He who purifies his Heart;
Whose Soul is neither proud, nor vain,
Nor can from his Oaths depart.
verse 5 All Blessings he
From God shall see,
And his Saviour's Righteousness:
verse 6 Such, such are they
Who ev'ry Way
After Jacob's Maker press.
verse 7 List up your Heads, ye sacred Gates!
Doors Eternal, open wide!
Then shall the King of glorious State
Through your Ports triumphant ride.
verse 8 O who is He
Whose Majestie
Your Angelick Anthems sing?
The Lord of Might
Supream in Fight;
He's our Great, our Glorious King.
verse 9 Lift up your Heads, ye sacted Gates;
Doors Eternal, open wide;
Then shall the King of glorious State
Through your Ports triumphant ride,
verse 10 O who is He
Whose Majestie
Your Angelick Anthems sing?
The Lord, whose Sway
All Hosts obey:
He's our Great, our Glorious king.

PSAL. xxv.

verse 1 I, Lord, to thee my Heart dispose;
verse 2 My God, I trust in thee!
O save me from insulting Foes,
And Shame, and Infamy!
verse 3 Let wilful Sinners sink with Shame,
But keep thy Servants free:
verse 4 And let thy Faith my Heart inflame,
Reveal thy Paths to me!
verse 5 O let thy Truth direct my Ways,
To me Salvation give;
To me, dear Lord, who all my Days
In scred Longings live!
verse 6 Thy never-ending Mercies, Lord,
Thy Bowels, Lord, re-call!
verse 7 My youthful Crimes, my Sins abhorr'd,
Forgive, forget them all!
O, for thy tender Mercy's sake,
With Favour think on me!
verse 8 The blindest Sinners God will make
His righteous Paths to see.
verse 9 He makes the Meek with Prudence move;
The Humble kindly draws:
verse 10 His Ways all Truths and Mercies prove
To those who keep his Laws.

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verse 11 For thy Name sake, a Sinner spare,
With weighty Guilt oppress'd:
verse 12 To him who fears thee, Lord, declare,
Thy Paths with Safety bles'd!
verse 13 His Hand on happy Ground shall build,
His Race the Land shall hold:
verse 13 T'his Soul, with holy Secrets fill'd,
Will God his Grace uhfold.
verse 15 To Thee I look, dear Lord, my Feet
From subtile Snares retrieve:
verse 16 My Sorrows, Lord, with Mercy meet;
With Love my Woes relieve.
verse 17 Increasing Woes distress my Soul;
O kindly rescue it!
verse 18 My Sorrows and my Pains controul,
And all my Sins remit!
verse 19 Help from my num'rous Foes I crave,
Who hate me wrongfullie.
verse 20 My Soul from all Confusion save,
Because I trust: in Thee.
verse 21 Truth, Justice, I'll as Guards esteem,
And on thy Favours wait:
verse 22 But, Lord, thy holy Church redeem
From its afflicted State!

PSAL. xxvj.

verse 1 JUdge, Lord; assert my Cause; for I
Have trod the perfect Way:
trust in Thee; no Dangers nigh
Can make my Hopes decay.
Prove me, my God; examine well
My Reins, and search my Heart:
verse 3 My Eyes on all thy Mercies dwel;
From Truth I'll ne'er depart.
verse 4 The Lyer's Seat my Thoughts abhor;
My Soul hates Hypocrites:
verse 5 Ne'er joins with wicked Councils, nor
In impious Ways delights.
verse 6 I'll wash my Hands in Innocence,
And grateful Off'rings bring:
verse 7 Of Thee declare my humble Sense,
And all thy Wonders sing.
verse 8 Lord, I have lov'd thy Temples while
In them thy Glories dwell:
verse 9 O don't my Life to Sinners vile,
Nor bloody Murth'rers fell!
verse 10 Whose Hands to any Mischief move,
Who love large Bribes to see:
verse 11 So I'll in all that's good improve:
O save, ô pity me!
verse 12 I'll to the Paths of Righteousness
My ready Steps consine;
And stand where thy great Name, to bless
Assembling Saints, combine.

PSAL. XXVij.

verse 1 THE Lord's my Light, my Health; Can
Poor changing Mortals fear?
His Smiles my Life and Strength supply;
And can I saint appear?
verse 2 When wicked Men, my spiteful Foes,
To eat me up design'd,
They trip'd, and fell, but never rose,
With Ma'ice deadly blind.
verse 3 What though huge Hosts beset me round?
My Heart no Fear can know:
Though War's Alarms about me found,
My Faith shall stronger grow.
verse 4 One Grant, to keep his House Divine,
From God I long to hear;
To see his sacred Beauties shine,
And serve his Altars there.
verse 5 He me in dang'rous Times shall hide
Within his secret Place;
A Rest, a Rock for me provide;
verse 6 My Head with Honours grace
Above my Foes, which press me round;
While mighty Off'rings I
Shall bring with Joys triumphant sound,
And praise my God most High.

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verse 7 Thy Ears, Lord, to my Cries afford,
And hear, and pity me!
verse 8 To seek Thee thou command'st me, Lord;
I'll seek, dear Lord, to Thee.
verse 9 O never, never hide thy Face
In Anger, Lord, from me:
My Help of old, ô let thy Grace
My Guard, my Safety be!
verse 10 Though off by cruel Parents thrown,
My God will own me still.
verse 11 To save me from my Foes, make known
To me thy righteous Will;
verse 12 O give me not, dear Lord, a Prey
To barb'rous Enemies!
Who Snares for me by Falshood lay,
And hunt my Soul with Lyes.
verse 13 Lord, of thy wond'rous Goodness sure,
My sainting Soul reviv'd,
Of thy refreshing Love secure
While here on Earth I liv'd.
verse 14 Wait then on God with Courage bold,
And he'll exalt thy State:
Thy Heart, with Strength renew'd, uphold;
On him ô humbly wait!

PSAL. xxviij.

verse 1 TO Thee, my Rock, my Lord, I cry:
Thy Answer, Lord, I crave,
Left, by thy Silence ruin'd, I
Too soon approach the Grave.
verse 2 Hear his Petitions when to Thee
Thy lowly Servant prays;
When toward thy Seat of Mercy he
His Hands shall humbly raise.
verse 3 O leave me not with impious Men,
With wicked Workers, who
Speak friendliest to their Neighbours when
They plot their Overthrow.
verse 4 On, their own wicked Heads at last
Their black Designs return:
And let'em all, beneath the Blast
Of self-sown Mischief, mourn.
verse 5 Since they God's mighty Works despise,
And what his Hands have wrought,
Let Ruin all their Works surprize,
To swift Destruction brought!
verse 6 O bless'd, ô bless'd be God, who hears
His praying Servant's Voice;
verse 7 My Might, my Shield from all my Fears,
In whom my Thoughts rejoice!
To Him, whose Help my Faith requites,
I'll joyful Praises sing;
verse 8 Whose Strength, and whose Salvation sights
For his Anointed King.
verse 9 O save, ô bless thy People, Lord,
Thy old Inheritance;
And their Salvation, by thy Word,
From Age to Age advance!

PSAL. xxix.

verse 1 BRing to the Lord, ye Sons of Mighty,
A grateful Sacrifice:
In his unbounded Strength delight,
And to his Glories rise!
verse 2 Rise to his Glory, praise his Name,
His sacred Name alone:
Bow, bow to Him, his Praise proclaim
Before his Awful Throne!
verse 3 See how his dreadful Lightnings break!
Heark how his Thunder rolls!
The Lord from o'er the Water speaks,
And all the Deep controls.
verse 4 Vast is the Force, the Brightness great,
Which on his Voice attend:
verse 5 Flames shot from his Imperial Seat,
The lofty Cedars rend.
verse 6 He makes the frighted Mountains trip,
Like Heifers o'er the Field;
Old Libanus and Hermon skip
When Clouds their Thunder yield.
verse 7 Wrap'd in a Thousand Flames, it roars,
verse 8 And makes the Desart shake.
The barren Sands, and distant Shoars,
Before his Thunder quake.
verse 9 His Terrours make the trembling Deer
Their Young unperfect cast;
And Forests bare and stripp'd appear,
As with a Winter's Blast.
verse 10 The Lord, on Clouds enthron'd on high,
Reigns an Eternal King;
And all his glorious Majesty
In Heav'ns bright Temples sing.
verse 11 The Lord, with unresisted Might,
Will guard his Churches round:
His Blessings on their Heads shall light,
With Peace and Plenty crown'd

Another Metre: As the 112th.

verse 1 COme! to the Lord a Sacrifice
Of fattest Rams from Bashan bring:
To Him let mighty Princes rise,
verse 2 His Might, his wondrous Glories sing;
Just Honours to their Lord allow,
And in his sacred Temple bow.
verse 3 Heark how the Lord, from Clouds above,
In Cracks of dreadful Thunder speaks!
verse 4 With horrid Force his Thunders move,
His Voice with dismal Glory breaks:
verse 5 Down fall the lofty Cedars torn,
With its tempestuous Force o'er-born.
verse 6 The Hills their strong Foundations leave,
The rooted Hills before him shake;
Before his Voice the Mountains cleave,
And Libanus and Hermon shake:
And Earth as sudden Motion yields,
As Heifers tripping o'er the Fields.
verse 7 His Voice shoots out with pointed Flames,
verse 8 And shocks the Desarts all around:
Its Force the trembling Wild proclaims,
verse 9 And at his Thunders awful found.
The Forest-Herds, and trembling Deer,
Cast out their Young, unform'd, for Fear.
His Lightnings strip the Forests round;
verse 10 His Might the swelling Floods restrains:
All in his House his Praises sound,
And He a King Eternal reigns.
verse 11 That God who His with Strength endues,
And all the Sweets of Peace pursues.

PSAL. xxx.

verse 1 TO Thee, my God, with Heart and Voice,
I'll Praises sing to Thee,
Who hast not made my Foes rejoice,
But hast exalted me.
verse 2 I cry'd, my Lord, my God, to Thee,
And Health thy Mercy gave.
verse 3 My Life from Death's sharp Pains set free,
And from the loathsom Grave.
verse 4 Sing to the Lord, ye Meek! with Praise
His sacred Name adore:
verse 5 His Wrath but one short Moment stays,
His Favours Life restore.
One Night may pass in Griefs and Tears,
One melancholy Night;
But Joy, with Golden Wings, appears
Before the dawning Light.
verse 6 Once, bless'd with Peace, I boasting said,
I ne'er should fall, nor move:
verse 7 Thou, Lord, my Hill so strong hadst made
By thy surrounding Love.
Thy Face withdrawn, a Thousand Cares
Disturb'd my tortur'd Breast:
verse 8 Then I to God, with hearty Prayers,
And servent Cries, address'd.
verse 9 What Honours can my Blood to Thee,
My Death what Trophies raise?
Can mould'ring Dust thy Glories see,
Thy Truth or Goodness praise?
verse 10 Hear, Lord, and pity him who mourns;
To my Assistance fly!
verse 11 Thy Love my Tears to dancing turns;
My sable Weeds to Joy.
verse 12 To Thee, my Lord, my God, I'll sing;
My Tongue shall praise thy Name:
My Harp on ev'ry tuneful String,
Thy Deathless Praise proclaim.

PSAL. xxxj.

verse 1 IN Thee, dear Lord, I trust: my Soul
From all Confusion free!
With Justice all my Foes control,
And still deliver me!
verse 2 To me thy gracious Ears incline,
And to my Rescue fly!
Be thou my Guard, with Strength Divine;
My Rock, and Fortress high!
verse 3 Thou art my Rock, my Fortress Thou:
O, for thy Mercy's sake,
For thy great Name, direct me now
The safest Ways to take!
verse 4 From secret Nets withdraw my Feet,
O Thou, my Strength esteem'd!
verse 5 I to thy Hands my Soul commit,
Lord, by thy Truth redeem'd!
verse 6 I hate vain lying Men, but in
God's Mercy sure rejoice,
verse 7 Who has my deep Affliction seen,
And heard my mournful Voice.
verse 8 Me to my Foes he ne're betray'd,
But set my Feet at large.
verse 9 O with thy Mercies undelay'd
My present Woes discharge!

Part 2.

My Eyes, my Mind, my Bowels all,
Beneath thy Anger waste,
verse 10 My Spirits with my Sufferings, fall,
My Years in Sighs are past.
My strength with Sins huge weight opprest,
My putrid Bones decay.
verse 11 Foes, Neighbours, such as know me best,
With my Disasters play.
To them a Laughing-stock, a Scorn,
A Bug bear I appear,
And those who meet a Wretch forlorn,
Draw back-their Heads for fear.
verse 12 Me they, like Men long dead, forgot,
Or threw like Potsherds by,
verse 13 While cruel Censures were my Lot,
And barbarous Emnity.
Fear sinks my Soul, while mighty Men
Against my Life combine;
verse 14 Yet said I to my Saviour then
Thou still, dear Lord, art mine.
verse 15 My Times are Thine, ô rescue me,
From persceuting Foes,
verse 16 And, that I may thy Mecies see,
Thy saving Smiles disclose!
verse 17 Preserve me, Lord, from Shame, who call,
And thy Assistance crave!
But let confounded Sinners fall
Down to the silent Grave!
verse 18 So shall those wretched Fools be hush'd,
Whose proud Contempt and Scorn,
That good Men might be throughly crush'd,
Could lying Lips suborn.

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verse 19 Oh, what vast Good's reserv'd for those
Who fear, thy sacred Name!
What Good for them thy Loves dispose,
Thy mighty Works proclaim.
verse 20 Thou from the Proud thy Saints shalt hide,
Within thy secret Place;
And in thy House & Rest provide,
From brawling Tongues Disgrace.
verse 21 O bless'd be God, whose Mercies wrought
Such wondrous Things for me!
Who from a well senc'd City brought
Me out, and set me free!
verse 22 I said in hasle, No more shall I
Before my God appear;
Yet, Lord, thou heard'st my Pray'r; my Cry
Obtain'd thy gracious Ear.
verse 23 O love the Lord, ye Saints! the Lord
His faithful Servants keeps:
But off at once the Proud, abhor'd,
His equal Vengeance sweeps.
verse 24 Take Courage then, and God to you
More Courage still shall send,
Whose Hearts are to his Service true,
And on his Truth depend.

PSAL. xxxij.

verse 1 THrice happy's he whose Sin's past o'er,
Whose Errours Mercies hide;
verse 2 Whose Crimes his God imputes no more;
Whose Soul's sincere, and try'd.
verse 3 But I, unpardon'd, speechless lay,
My aking Bones decay'd;
And through long Night, and tedious Day,
One dismal Roaring made.
verse 4 Me thy severe asslicting Hand
All Day, all Night chastis'd;
My fainting Spirits were at a stand,
Like Brooks by Drought surpriz'd.
At last I all my Crimes display'd,
My wretched Sins confess'd:
To God I'll own my Guilt, I said;
And God my Guilt releas'd.
verse 6 Now Saints to thee, when thou'lt be found,
shall in their Pray'rs complain;
And though Woes deluge all around,
Themselves untouch'd remain.
verse 7 By thee I'm hid from mighty Woes,
From pressing Ills secur'd;
And all my chearful Musick flows
From Liberty assur'd.
verse 8 Come to me all who'd sain be bless'd,
And I'll your Souls instruct;
And in the blissful Ways of Rest
With careful Eyes conduct.
verse 9 O don't like Mules or Horses move,
Whose Brutish Furies will,
Unreign'd, uncurb'd, unruly prove,
And balk their Riders Skill.
verse 10 Great Sorrows on the Wicked fall;
The Just with Mercy's crown'd.
verse 11 Ye Just in God rejoice, and all
Whose Hearts are right and sound.

PSAL. xxxiij. As the 100th.

verse 1 YE Righteous, in the Lord rejoice:
From you how comely Praise appears?
verse 2 With Lute and Harp's melodious Voice
O reach the Great Jehovah's Ears!
verse 3 Sing to his Praise a Song that's new;
His Praise with Art and Courage sing:
verse 4 For all his sacred Words are true,
His Faith approv'd in ev'ry thing.
verse 5 Judgment and Jistice gain his Love,
O'er Earth his wondrous Mercies slow;
verse 6 The Skies, and all the Hosts above,
His Active Word and Spirit show.
verse 7 He makes the Seas like Mountains swell,
And sinks unfathom'd Deeps below.
verse 8 Let Earth it self, and all who dwell
On Earth, their mighty Maker know!
verse 9 He spoke, and streight this mighty All
Broke from vast Nothing's fruitful Womb;
And did, at his commanding Call,
Shape, Order, Beauty, Strength assume.
verse 10 God makes the Gentiles Counsels vain,
And breaks the Nations fond Designs:
verse 11 But firm his own Resolves remain,
And pass all Time's extended Lines.

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verse 12 O bless'd, thrice bless'd that happy Land,
Where God has Fix'd his glorious Name!
Where He affumes the chief Command,
And lays his own peculiar Claim.
verse 13 God from his holy Heav'n look'd down,
And Man's weak Race and Actions view'd;
verse 14 His Eyes, from his Imperial Throne,
Survey'd the careless Multitude.
verse 15 He forms their Hearts, their Tempers guides,
And all their various Actions weighs.
verse 16 No prudent Prince in Crouds confides,
Or mighty Hosts, or empty Praise.
verse 17 In vain for Courage, Strength, or Flight,
He on his foaming Steed relies:
verse 18 The Good a'one God's guarding Sight
With Help and Mercy both supplies.
verse 19 From Death's strong Arms He sets them free,
In Famine He their Wants relieves.
verse 20 On Him our Souls attend, and He
To us his Shield's Assistance gives.
verse 21 His Name's our Confidence and Fear,
By which We all our Hopes excite.
verse 22 O, as our Faith's in Thee sincere,
On us, Lord, let thy Mercy light!

Another Metre: As Mr. Sandys's 34th.

verse 1 Ye Righteous in the Lord, rejoice:
Its sweet when with a chearful Voice
The Just his Praises sing.
verse 2 O let no Tongue or Hand be mute,
But with Voice, and Harp, and Lute,
Praise our Immortal King!
verse 3 With skilful Notes advance his Praise,
With loudest Joys his Glory raise;
Let all your Songs be new!
verse 4 For all God's Promises are right,
Performance is his whole Delight,
And all his Works are true.
verse 5 He Righteousness and Judgment loves,
With spreading Wings his Mercy moves
O'er all the spacious Earth.
verse 6 God by his Word stretch'd out the Skies,
And bade their num'rous Armies rise;
That Word was all their Birth.
verse 7 At his Command those Waters rose,
Which now the rolling Seas compose;
And Heaps on Heaps were thrown:
Unfathom'd Whirl-pools, dang'rous Deeps
His Subterraneous Treasure keeps
In hollow Vaults, unknown.
verse 8 His Name let all the Nations fear:
With Awe let all the World appear
Before its Maker's Face!
verse 9 He spoke, the solid Earth was made;
He gave the Word, it fix'd and stay'd
In its appointed Place.
verse 10 God baffles all the deep Designs,
The subtile Plots, and crafty Mines,
Which Heathens closely frame.
verse 11 But all his own Designs are sure,
His Thoughts and all his Ways endure;
From Age to Age the same.

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verse 12 Happy's the Nation, happy sure,
Which God will to himself secure,
His own Inheritance.
verse 13 He sits above the lofty Skies,
From thence o'er all Mankind his Eyes,
His piercing Eyes advance.
verse 14 All Men He from his Throne surveys;
verse 15 He frames their Hearts; and all their Ways
His Thoughts severely try.
verse 16 No prudent Kings on Crouds depend:
The Men who mighty Strength pretend,
On Strength in vain rely.
verse 17 A Horse, though sleeter than the Wind,
And, by his Make, for War design'd,
His Rider can't secure.
verse 18 God views his Saints with gentler Eyes,
And all his Mercy's kind Supplies
Are to the Faithful sure.
verse 19 From Death the fainting Souls he saves:
In Famine, what their Hunger craves,
His careful Hands provide.
verse 20 Our Souls on Him with Patience wait:
He, as a Shield, secures our State;
And is our Help and Guide.
verse 21 In Him shall all our Hearts rejoice;
His holy Name's our happy Choice,
On which our Hopes may rest.
verse 22 O Father, as we trust in Thee,
So let thy faithful Servants be
With thy Compassion bless'd!

PSAL. xxxiv.

verse 1 I'LL ever bless God's mighty Name,
My Mouth shall sound his Praise
verse 2 In God my Soul its Boast proclaim,
His Love in Anthems raise.
The meek and humble Souls shall hear
Of my exalted State:
Thy Loves, which so immense appear,
Shall all their Joys create.
verse 3 O hear my Lot; rejoice with me,
My Saviour magnifie!
Let's to exalt his Name agree,
And raise his Glories high
verse 4 I sought the Lord, He heard my Case,
And all my Fears redress'd:
verse 5 And others too, without Disgrace,
With Love and Life were bless'd.
verse 6 I in my deep Affliction pray'd,
And God receiv'd my Pray'r;
And free from all Afflictions made,
And all perplexing Care.
verse 7 Bright Angels happy Saints surround,
And threat'ning Ills divert.
verse 8 See, taste how good the Lord! how crown'd
With Bliss the faithful Heart!
verse 9 O fear, ô fear the Lord, ye Saints!
For such no Wants surprize.
verse 10 The Lion's Whelp with Hunger faints,
And, spent with fasting, dies.
But those who, seek the Lord, with all
That's good or sweet are stor'd:
verse 11 Come then, ye Children, hear my Call;
And learn to fear the Lord!

Part 2.

verse 12 Who's he who loves long Life, and fain
Would see delightful Days?
verse 13 Thy Lips from all that's ill refrain,
Thy Tongue from guileful Ways.
verse 14 Ill Works of ev'ry kind decline,
What's good and vertuous do;
And Love and Peace with Flames Divine,
And constant Care, pursue!
verse 15 God on the Just hath fix'd his Eyes;
His Ears their Pray'rs attend:
verse 16 His Frowns against the Wicked rise,
Their Lives from Earth to rend.
verse 17 To good Men's Pray'rs He Favour shows,
And sets them safe from Harms;
verse 18 But loves the broken Heart, and those
Whose Souls Repentance warms.
verse 19 A Thousand Ills the Good surround,
But God their Force dispels;
verse 20 And keeps their Bones and Entrails sound,
And all their Bruises heals.
verse 21 Ill Men their in-born Malice kills,
And those who hate the Just;
verse 22 While God his own with Goodness fills,
Who on his Mercy trust.

PSAL, XXXV.

verse 1 LOrd, plead my Cause, my Battels fight,
With such as strive with me!
verse 2 Rise, take the Shield, defend my Right;
My mighty Guardian be!
verse 3 Put on thy dreadful Arms, oppose
My Persecutors Rage!
To me thy Saving Health disclose,
And for my Soul engage!
verse 4 Let such as hunt my Soul, with Shame
Their own Confusion see;
verse 5 With Scorn their Dastard Flight proclaim,
Who Mischief brew for me:
verse 6 Like flying Chaff, let Angels Force
Disporse their angry Crew!
Their slipp'ry Ways be dark, their Course
Angelick Arms pursue!
verse 7 For, unprovok'd, their Pits they made;
For me they laid their Snare:
O let such Woes their Hearts invade,
As unsuspected are;
verse 8 O let the Nets for mine design'd,
Their own Destruction prove!
While flowing Joys my raptur'd Mind
With kind Salvation move.

Part 2.

verse 9 O let my Bones his Praise dec'are,
Who gives the Poor distress'd,
verse 10 From savage Foes, and deadly Care,
And bloody Tyrants, Rest!
verse 11 False Witnesses against me rise,
And unknown Crimes object;
verse 12 With Ill, for Good, my Death devise,
And on my Soul reflect.
verse 13 Yet when on sickly Beds they groan'd,
I fasted, mourn'd and pray'd;
Their Pains with kind Concernment own'd,
To Heart their Sorrows lay'd.
verse 14 If Mother, Brother, or my Friend,
My dearer Self, had dy'd,
No farther could my Griefs extend,
My Love no more be try'd.
verse 15 But when I fail'd, the Croud my Woes
With barb'rous Joy survey'd;
The Rabble grew my sawcy Foes,
And us'd the flouting Trade.
verse 16 With Men of double Hearts combin'd
The witty scornful Crew:
And at my Life, with Hate resin'd,
And gnashing Fury, flew.
verse 17 And canst thou this with Patience see?
O save my helpless Soul!
My Darling from their Jaws to free,
Their Lion-Force control.
verse 18 So where the great Assemblies are,
I'll celebrate thy Name;
And where the valiant Bands repair,
Thy lofty Praise proclaim.

Part 3.

verse 19 Let not my Foes rejoice; uncheck'd,
My Causeless Haters smile;
verse 20 Who Wars with peaceful Men project;
Whose study'd Words beguile.
verse 21 They gap'd, and cry'd, Aha, Aha!
Our Eyes his Downfall see.
verse 22 Thou seest; ô don't in Silence stay,
O stay not long from me!
verse 23 Awake! arise! to judge my Cause,
My God, my Lord, descend!
verse 24 O clear me by thy righteous Laws,
And from Reproach desend!
verse 25 O lct not scornful Sinners say,
We have our Heart's Delight:
Nor let them proudly boast, Aha!
We have 'devour'd him quite.
verse 26 Let Shame and Blushes those pursue,
Who at my Harms rejoice;
And Horrour and Disgrace subdue
The proud insulting Voice.
verse 27 But those who love my righteous Ways,
With chearful Spirits sing:
God loves his Servants Peace; ô praise,
O praise our mighty King!
verse 28 So shall my Tongue with chearful Air
Thy righteous Acts proclaim;
Thy Justice ev'ry Day declare,
And praise thy glorious Name.

PSAL. xxxvj.

verse 1 WHen th' horrid Acts of impious Fools
My sober Censures try
My Heart concludes by Reason's Rules,
Such Brutes a God deny,
verse 2 Their Consciences no Terrours wound,
But Sin's their who'e De'ight;
Till all their dark Intendments found,
A gen'ral Hate excite.
verse 3 Their Taks deceitful, all in vain,
And off their Vertue's thrown:
verse 4 Vile Thoughts their very Beds contain,
In viler Actions shown.
verse 5 Thy Mercy, Lord, in Heav'n commands,
Thy Truth surmounts the Skies:
verse 6 Thy Righteousness Mountains stands;
Thy Judgments dark and wise
Like some unfathomable Deeps,
Unbounded Wealth inclose:
And Man and Beast thy Favour keeps,
And Health on all bestows.
verse 7 What Worth thy Mercies, Lord, contain!
Beneath thy sacred Wings
How safe the Sons of Men remain
At Lov's immortal Springs!
verse 8 They're with o'erflowing Mercies fill'd,
And drink delightful Streams,
From those Eternal Springs distill'd;
And feel thy gracious Beams.
verse 9 From thee Life's lasting Fountains slow;
Thy Light affords us Light:
verse 10 O Goodness then, and Justice show
To those whose Hearts are right!
verse 11 From wicked Pride, Lord, set me free,
My tott'ring State restore!
verse 12 Till such as work Iniquity
Sink, fall, and rise no more!

PSAL. xxxvij.

verse 1 FRet not, nor for great wicked Men
Thy self of Peace deprive:
Nor swell with secret Envy when
The wicked Workers thrive,
verse 2 See how green Grass and Herbage dies,
And painted Flow'rs decay!
More swift the Sinner's Glory flies,
And sooner fades than they.
verse 3 Do good, and trust in God, and live;
And Faith and Truth defend:
verse 4 Delight in him, he'll largely give,
And all thy Pray'rs attend.
5 Walk upright, on his Grace recline,
For his Performance stay:
verse 6 He'll make, thy righteous Counsels shine
Bright as the Cloudless Day.
verse 7 On God with faithful Silence wait,
But ne'er for Sinners grieve;
Nor wicked Men, in all their State,
Secure, or fix'd believe:
verse 8 But Wrath and wrathful Hate refrain,
Lest Sin on thee prevail;
verse 9 For Godly Men the World shall gain,
But Sinners sink and fail.
verse 10 Wait but a while, the Sinner's Race
Destroy'd, no more shall be:
Yea, thou shalt search to find his Place,
And not his Dwelling see.
verse 11 The lowly Hearts shall seize the Earth
For their Inheritance;
There live, and with delightful Mirth,
Abundant Peace advance.
verse 12 Sinners, with gnashing Teeth, and Rage,
Against the Just combine:
verse 13 God's scornful Smiles their Falls presage;
He sees their Days decline.
verse 14 Against the Poor and Righteous, fierce
Their Bows and Swords they try:
verse 15 But their own Hearts their Swords shall pierce,
Their Bows in Splinters fly.

Part 2.

verse 16 On pious Men, their humbler State
More true Content bestows,
Than Sinners find when all their State,
With Pride and Plenty flows.
verse 17 For God's Almighty Arm sustains,
And strongly guards his own;
While broke the Sinner's Force remains,
His cruel Hopes o'erthrown.
verse 18 God knows the good Man's Ways, and makes
His Heritage endure:
verse 19 In spiteful Days from Scandal takes,
In Famine feeds them sure.
verse 20 His sinful Foes fly, like the Fat
Of Lambs, in Fumes, away;
verse 21 Those faithless Brutes, who borrow that
They ne'er design to pay.
verse 22 The just compassionately give,
And all their Race is bless'd;
And when the dinners fall, they live
Of all the World posses'd.
verse 23 God's mighty Hand their Steps directs,
Their Ways their Maker please:
verse 24 They stumble, but their God protects
And holds them up with Ease,
verse 25 Young have I been, and now am old,
But never yet could see
The righteous Man to Ruin sold,
Or his Posterity.
I ne'er God's holy Saints have known,
Deserted quite, complain;
Nor off their wretched Chi dren thrown,
Nor beg their Eread in vain.

Part 3.

verse 26 Good Men are pitiful and kind,
And all their Seed are bless'd:
verse 27 Cease then from Sin, and bend thy Mind
To Good, and live at Rest.
verse 28 The Just, the Merciful, the Free,
God's sacred Arms embrace,
And such in Safety keep, but he
Cuts off the Sinner's Race.
verse 29 This Earth to pious Men belongs,
Where many Years they live:
verse 30 Their Lips in Wisdom speak, their Tongues
A righteous Sentence give.
verse 31 God's Statutes in their Hearts you'll find,
Their Steps are firm and sure;
verse 32 Though wicked Men their Fall design'd,
Or would their Deaths procure.
verse 33 Yet God in cruel Hands will ne'er
His faithful Friends forsake;
Nor Goodness, like a Judge severe,
His Anger's Object make.
verse 34 Wait then on God, observe his Ways;
And so, exa'ted high,
On Earth thou't see delightful Days,
And impious Wretches die.
verse 35 I've seen a Sinner, Great, and spread
His Boughs, like Laurels, round;
verse 36 Yet soon he vanish'd, quickly fled
Nor could his Place be found.
verse 37 Observe the good, the perfect Man,
How down in Peace he lies;
verse 38 While the vile Wretch, beneath the Ban
Of weighty Curses, dies.
verse 39 God, who Salvation to the Just
And Might in Danger sends,
verse 40 From Sinners, such as in him trust,
Sets free, assists, defends.

PSAL. xxxviij.

verse 1 In Fury, Lord, rebuke me not,
verse 2 Thy Arrows through my Sides are short,
On me thy Terrour lies:
verse 3 Thy Anger makes my Flesh decay,
Sins make my Bones to waste;
verse 4 On me a damning Weight they lay,
And o'er my Head are pass'd.
verse 5 My Sins make e'ery gaping Wound
With foul-Corruption slow;
verse 6 My Vigour-cutting Pains confound,
And I all mourning go.
verse 7 My Loins with horrid Pains are torn,
My Carcase mortify'd;
verse 8 My throbbing Heart with Sighs o'er-born,
My roaring Cries divide.
verse 9 Yet, Lord, to Thee are all my Pray'rs,
To Thee my Sighs are known.
verse 10 My Strength decays, my Heart dcspairs,
My Sight and Eyes are gone.
verse 11 My Friends, my dear Companions once,
My Wounds at distance view;
My Kindred all my Doom pronounce,
And cruel Strangeness shew.

Part 2.

verse 12 My Foes, who seek my Hurt, for me
Their subtile Snare have set;
Their Tongues are all to Mischief free,
Their Studies, all Deceit:
verse 13 But I was deaf and dumb, nor could
Their cruel Words deny;
15 But hop'd my God, my Saviour would
On my Behalf reply.
verse 16 I said, My God would soon rebuke
My Foes insulting Pride
Who Pleasure in my Stumbling took,
And all my Hopes defy'd
verse 17 Too near, indeed, my Fall appear'd,
My Woes before my Face;
verse 18 I knew my Trespasses, and fear'd
My wretched guilty case.
But now my Sins, and guilty Fears,
I'll in thy Presence lay,
Till Sorrows and repenting Tears,
Shall wash my Guilt away.
verse 19 My causeless Foes in Might increase,
And in their Multitude:
verse 20 Ungrateful! who disturb'd my Peace
Because. I Good pursu'd.
verse 21 Then leave me not, my God, my Lord;
Nor stay too long from me:
verse 22 But haste, thy ready Aids afford,
And my Salvation be.

PSAL. xxxix.

verse 1 I Said, When wicked Men were by,
I'd watch my sinful Ways;
For oft my Words at random fly,
My Tongue, unguarded, strays.
verse 2 So I a while in Silence stood,
And curb'd my hasty Tongue:
Nay, I forbore to ta k of Good,
Till Sorrow grew too strong.
verse 3 My Heart within my Bosom glow'd,
Sad Thoughts inslam'd my Breast;
At last my Words in Torrents flow'd,
And thus my Thoughts express'd
verse 4 My final Doom, Lord, let me know,
How far my Days extend,
That I may all my Time bestow
To weigh my latest End.
verse 5 Loe! Thou hast made my Days a Span
A Point, compar'd with Thee:
And all the wretched Race of Man
Is empty Vanity.
verse 6 Man. as a Shadow, vainly moves,
And spends himself in vain;
In vain that useless Wealth improves,
Which unknown Heirs may gain.

Part 2.

verse 7 On whom then, Lord, should I rely?
My Hopes are all in Thee:
verse 8 Save me from all my Sins, that I
No Scorn to Fools may be!
verse 9 The Strokes on me thy Hands had laid
I humbly silent bear:
verse 10 O cure the Wounds thy Strokes have made,
And ease my wasting Fear!
verse 11 When us for Sin thy Hands correct,
Our broken Beauties lie
Like Cloth which fretting Moths affect,
And prove we're Vanity.
verse 12 O view my Tears, attend my Cry,
My Supplications hear;
For like a Stranger here am I,
As all my Fathers were.
verse 13 O spare a while! my Suff'rings ease,
My failing Faith restore,
E'er Death my fainting Spirits seize.
And I appear no more!
To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
One sacred Trinity,
Who fram'd this Universe, alone,
Eternal Glories be.

PSAL. xl.

verse 1 WIth longing Expectation I
For God's Compassion stay'd;
Who bow'd his Ear, and heard my Cry,
When I submissly pray'd:
verse 2 He rais'd me from the dismal Pit,
And from the miry Clay;
And on a Rock secur'd my Feet,
And then prepar'd my Way.
verse 3 Then to my Mouth new Songs her gave,
New Songs of sacred Praise:
This all shall see, and fear, and have
Just Grounds their Faith to raise.
verse 4 His Head a Thousand Blessings crown,
Whose Trust on God relies;
Who scorns the Sinner's haughty Frown,
And Men inur'd to Lyes.
verse 5 Would I, my Lord, my God, pretend
Thy wondrous Acts to show,
Thy Thoughts for us, thy Acts transcend
Whate'er I think or know.
verse 6 When Off'rings fail'd, thy Wisdom fram'd
A Body fit for me:
By Thee were no Burnt-Off'rings claim'd,
To purge Iniquity.
verse 7 Then said I, Loe! I come! Thy Book
My Name and Work describes:
verse 8 To do thy Will, my God, I took
My Flesh from Jacob's Tribes.
Thy Laws, which I in Heart embrace,
Flow from my grateful Tongue.
verse 9 Thou know'st, Lord, how I preach thy Grace
To all the list'ning Throng.

Part 2.

verse 10 My Tongue thy Righteousness reveals,
And thy Salvation shows;
My Heart thy Mercy ne'er conceals,
My Lips thy Truth disclose.
verse 11 Thy Servant never, never from
Thy Pity, Lord, exclude:
To save me let thy Goodness come,
And all thy Truth be show'd!
verse 12 For Ills, beyond all Numbers gone,
My wretched Heart surround:
My Trespasses, too weighty grown,
My failing Sight confound.
More than my Hairs my Sins appear,
And break my fainting Heart:
verse 13 To free me, Lord, from all my Fear,
Thy winged Aid impart.
verse 14 Let Shame and Blushes on them fall,
Who hunt my Life with Hate:
Let dark Confusion seize them all,
Who for my Ruins wait.
verse 15 That black Disgrace, design'd for me,
On their own Heads return,
Who laugh, and proudly flout, to see
Thy wretched Servant mourn.
verse 16 Let those who love and seek thy Name,
With lively Briskness rais'd,
Sing all to thee; and all proclaim,
The Lord, the Lord be prais'd!
verse 17 But, Lord, I'm poor, in Sorrows lost;
On me some Thoughts bestow:
Nor let thy Help to me be cross'd,
Nor thy Assistance slow!

PSAL. xlj.

verse 1 THrice happy he, whose tender Care
The needy Poor supplies;
The Lord will to his Help repair,
When greatest Dangers rise.
verse 2 He shall be safely kept alive,
And prosper'd here below;
And the malicious Hate survive
Of his designing Foe.
verse 3 When on his Sick-Bed faint he lies,
The Lord will raise his Head;
In sharpest Pains, some Means devise
To ease his restless Bed.
verse 4 Lord, pity! heal my Soul, I said,
Too long in Sins employ'd!
verse 5 My Foes, with Curses, wish'd me dead;
My very Name destroy'd.
verse 6 If they pretend to visit me,
Their whole Discourse is Lyes;
Their publick Talk's Iniquity,
Which there their Hearts devise.
verse 7 My Hurt, with hollow Whispers, all
My spiteful Foes contrive:
verse 8 God's Plagues, they cry, upon him fall;
He can't his Plague survive.
verse 9 Nay, he my Confident: My Friend,
Who was my daily Guest,
Could all his subtile Counsels bend
Against his Master's Breast.
verse 10 In Mercy raise me, Lord, again,
And I'll their Deeds requite.
verse 11 I see thy Love, thy Hands restrain.
My Foes triumphant Spite.
verse 12 I'll walk in my Integrity,
Thy Strength my Heart supports;
And all my Happiness shall be
To tread thy sacred Courts.
verse 13 O bless'd be Israel's God! his Praise
Through lasting Ages sing:
With loud Amens the G ories raise
Of Jacob's mighty King!

PSAL. xlij.

verse 1 AS Harts, by Thirst and Heat oppress'd,
Pant for the cooling Streams,
So pants my Breast, dear God, till bless'd
With thy reviving Beams.
verse 2 My thirsty Soul to God would fly,
The living God be near:
O when shall I, Lord, happily,
Before thy Face appear!
verse 3 By Night Tears wash'd my restless Bed,
By Day my Cheeks o'erflow'd;
On Tears I fed, while Scorners said,
Where's now his boasted God?
verse 4 When that sweet Bliss, of old possess'd,
My serious Thought re-calls,
In my sad Breast, my Soul, oppress'd,
Beneath its Burthen falls.
Then I, with mighty Numbers proud,
To God's bless'd Temple went;
And all the Croud, with Songs aloud,
To Him their Praises sent
verse 5 But now, alas! Those Days are past,
Those blissful Minutes gone;
Yet where so fast, With Sorrow's Blast;
Is all my Courage flown!
Why droops my Soul so much? O why
Dost thou disturb my Breast?
My Faith on High to God shall fly,
And on his Bosom rest.

Part 2.

verse 6 Near Hermon's Caves, and Jordan's Flows,
While I thus banish'd live,
Against my Woes tormenting Throws,
Dear Lord, I vainly strive.
verse 7 Deeps call to Deeps, and from their Source
Thy treasur'd Tempests blow;
And in their Course, with mighty Force,
The mighty Waters flow;
verse 8 All break on me: yet, Lord, I find
Thy Mercies still by Day;
To praise my Mind by Night's inclin'd,
Or I devoutly pray.
verse 9 I'll say to God, my Rock, O why
Am I rejected so?
O why must I thus groaning lie,
Beneath my angry Foe?
verse 10 My wounded Heart with Scorn they view;
And with Reproaches fly,
And Scoffs anew, my Soul pursue;
And, Where's his God? they cry.
verse 11 Yet why, my Soul, dejected so
In my despairing Breast?
What weighty Blow, what dreadful Woe
Thus breaks thy ancient Rest?
Hope yet in God, in Patience wait
On Him, my Health, my God;
I yet his State shall celebrate,
And spread his Works abroad.

PSAL. xliij.

BY Men of Blood beset, distress'd
By all the treach' rous Crew,
My Pray'rs to pitying Heav'n address'd,
For Life and Safety sue:
O Thou, just God, assert my Cause,
My sinking Cause maintain;
And, try'd by thy impartial Laws,
Let me thy Smiles re-gain.
verse 2 Thy Strength, dear God, is all my Stay;
Why, from thy Presence thrown,
Must I, despairing all the Day,
Beneath Oppression groan?
verse 3 O yet thy Truth, thy Favour lend,
My wandring Steps to guide,
Till I thy holy Mount ascend,
And near thy House reside.
verse 4 There I'll before thine Altars bow,
And chearful Anthems sing:
Thy Praise, bless'd God, my Harp shall shew
On ev'ry tuneful String.
verse 5 Why so dejected then, my Soul,
Within my wounded Breast?
Why should Despair thy Thoughts control?
Or break thy ancient Rest?
Trust yet in God! I shall my Part
Still in his Love obtain:
And God within my grateful Heart,
Enthron'd in Joys, shall reign.

Another Metre. As the old 130th.

verse 1 JUdge me, Lord; revenge my Cause
On those who Mercy hate!
From deceitful, cruel Jaws
O save my sinking State!
verse 2 All my Strength descends from thee;
Why then must I, unbless'd,
Thus a constant Mourner be,
By barb'rous Foes oppress'd?
verse 3 Send thy Truth, ô send thy Light,
And let them guide me still;
To thy House conduct me right,
And to thy holy Hill!
verse 4 I'll to God's pure Altars go,
the God of all my Joy;
And his Praises there to show,
My tuneful Harp employ.
verse 5 Why, my Soul, then why depress'd?
Why thus disturb'd within?
On that God securely rest,
Who oft thy Help has been.
Fear not, droop not; I shall yet
His Health with Praises see:
He's my God, and can'd forget
My kind Defence to be.

Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys's 22th.

verse 1 JUdge me, my God; revenge my Cause
On cruel Hands, and faithless Hearts.
Save me from him who from the Laws
Of Truth, and sober Virtues, starts,
Who boldly acts the falsest Parts,
With strange Success, and vast Applause!
verse 2 Thou art my God alone; from Thee
My Strength, and Help, and Hopes descend:
Why then must I rejected be?
Why thus beneath Oppressions bend?
On thee so long in vain attend,
From bloody Foes to set me free?
verse 3 O send thy Truth, thy saving Light,
To be my constant, faithful Guides;
To lead me to that sacred Height,
Where thy illustrious Name resides,
Where thy Illustrious House abides,
With thy immortal Glories bright.
verse 4 Then I'll to God's pure Altars go,
That God who all my Joy creates,
To whom I all my Pleasures owe,
On whom my Soul, reviving, waits.
My Lord, my God, in whose bless'd Gates
His Praise my tuneful Harp shall show.
verse 5 Why then cast down, my Soul? ô why
Thus vex'd in my uneasie Breast?
To God for Help and Safety fly,
On his Divine Assistance rest,
For with my God's Salvation bless'd,
I yet shall sound his Praises high.
verse 1 LOrd, oft we've heard our Fathers tell
Thy wondrous Works of Old;
verse 2 How by thy Hand the Gentiles fell,
And we their Countries hold.
verse 3 Them their own Swords could ne'er advance,
Nor Native Valour save:
Thy Arm, thy Love, thy Countenance
Their Lands and Safety gave.
verse 4 Thou art my King: Salvation, Lord,
For Jacob's Seed command
verse 5 We'll crush our Foes if thou afford
Thy kind assisting Hand.
Their Heads, in thy Almighty Name,
We'll quickly trample o'er;
verse 6 And I'll my Bow's Defence disclaim,
And trust my Sword no more.
verse 7 Thou only sav'st us from our Foes,
And break'st their Hearts with Shame:
verse 8 Each Day we'll with thy Glory close,
And ever praise thy Name.
verse 9 But thou hast cast us off, and we
A strange Disgrace endure:
Thy Aids no more our Armies see,
Nor can thy Help procure.
verse 10 Before their Foes the Dastards fly,
And we are spoil'd with Ease:
verse 11 Like scatter'd Sheep, dispers'd we lie,
Where-e'er the Gentiles please.
verse 12 Thou hast thy wretched People sold,
Yet not advanc'd thy Gain:
verse 13 And us in Scorn our Neighbours hold,
And treat with proud Disdain.

Part 2.

verse 14 We are the Gentiles By-word now,
At us each shakes his Head:
verse 15 And while we suffer Shame, my Brow
A Thousand Blushes spread.
verse 16 My Shame from Men's soul Blasphemies,
And black Reproaches, grows,
The Barb'rous Acts, and shameless Lyes
Of our revengeful Foes.
verse 17 Yet though we're this with Woes oppress'd,
We can't our God forget;
But in thy Covenant we rest,
Thy Truth before us set.
verse 18 Our Hearts have ne'er declin'd from Thee,
But to thy Judgments true,
verse 19 Though we the Dragon's Fury see,
And Death our Steps pursue.
verse 20 Had we forgot God's glorious Name,
Or Idol-Gods ador'd,
verse 21 Wou'd not our God have found the same,
Our secret Thoughts explor'd?
verse 22 For Thee we'ere kill'd all Day; like Sheep,
To Slaughter deem'd for Thee.
verse 23 Wake, Lord; ô rise, no longer sleep,
No distant Stranger be!
verse 24 Why, Lord, are all our Woes despis'd?
Why hid thy lightsom Face?
verse 25 While we with Sorrow's Dust disguis'd,
The Earth, forlorn, embrace.
verse 26 O rise! With thy Almighty Aid
Our sinking State retrieve!
Our Souls, to Sorrow Captives made,
With Mercy, Lord, relieve!

PSAL. xlv.

verse 1 WArm'd by a Beam of sacred Light,
I'll sing a lofty Song;
The Streins, my busie Thoughts indite,
To our bless'd King belong.
And though the Pen-man's nimble Hand
Flies swiftly o'er his Scrowl,
More swiftly, and with more Command,
My Tongue attends my Soul.
verse 2 Fair be the Sons of Humane Race;
Thou, Lord, art fairer found:
Thy Lips distil Celestial Grace,
With God's due Blessings crown'd.
verse 3 Ride on thou Prince of wondrous Might,
Gird on thy dreadful Sword,
With Majesty, and glorious Light,
And Truth's All-conqu'ring Word.
verse 4 May Love and Righteousness attend
Thee with assur'd Success:
Thy dreadful Arms all Fame transcend,
And all thy Foes depress.
verse 5 Before thy Pointed Arrows all,
Thy Foes shall spread the Field;
And at thy Foot-steps wounded fall,
And to their Conqu'ror yield.

Part 2.

verse 6 Thy Throne, ô God Eternal, stands,
And Right thy Sceptre crowns;
Bright Justice fil [...]s thy righteous Hands,
Sin dies beneath thy Frowns.
Mov'd with thy Gifts, and Acts Divine,
Thy God anoints thy Head;
Thy Joys thy Fellows Joys out-shines,
On Thee in plenty shed.
verse 8 Myrrh, Aloes, and Cassia sweet
From all thy Garments flow;
And round thy Iv'ry Palace meet,
And all thy Motions show.
verse 9 Kings Royal Daughters, richly dress'd,
Among thy Maidens stand:
The Queen, with Golden Crowns oppress'd,
Waits at her Sov'reign's Hand.
verse 10 Hear me, great Queen, my Words receive
With humbly prudent Care:
Thy Fondness of thy Fathers leave,
And of thy Country's Air.
verse 11 So shall the King his boundless Love
To thy bright Charms allow;
For He's the Lord, He reigns above;
To Him ô humbly bow.

Part 3

verse 12 Then shall the Tyrian Dames resort
With Gifts, fair Queen, to thee:
The wealthy Men shall make their Court
To awful Majesty.
verse 13 Rich Robes the Royal Princess wears,
But richer far her Mind;
An inward Heav'nly Treasure bears,
By Love and Grace refin'd.
verse 14 Her they, to see her King, adorn
With all th' Embroid'rer's Art;
Her Train's by Royal Virgins born,
Who share her Joys and Heart.
verse 15 Pleasures around their Bosoms play,
Their Eyes soft Loves create,
When, to attend their Monarch, they
On their great Mistress wait.
verse 16 For Fathers, Sons, thy Court adorn,
A gallant, sprightly Train:
Brave Youths, to Crowns and Sceptres born,
And o'er the Nations reign.
verse 17 Thy Praise, ô thou Immortal King,
I'll ever thus proclaim;
And all the joyful World shall sing
Thy Godlike Acts, and Name.

Another Metre: As the 113th.

verse 1 TOuch'd with a Beam of Love Divine,
My Heart, my Head, my Tongue combine
To bless the World's Incarnate King.
No nimble Pen-man's flying Hand
More swiftly can his Quill command,
Than I my Saviour's Glory sing.
verse 2 How wondrous bright, how Heav'nly fair,
Dear Lord, thy Godlike Beauties are!
Thy Lips Eternal Sweets distil.
Hence, by thy mighty Father bless'd,
Thy humble, but capacious Breast,
All Heav'n's immense Endowments fill.
verse 3 Gird on thy Thigh, most mighty Lord,
Gird on thy dreadful, glitt'ring Sword;
And with Majestick Honours crown'd,
verse 4 In prosp'rous State triumphant ride;
Truth, Meekness, Justice guard thy Side.
Thy Arm with Terrours brac'd around,
verse 5 Each Bow then drawn, each Arrow loos'd
By the Right Hand, to Conquest us'd,
Shall pierce thy stubborn-hearted Foes:
And all the trembling World shall meet,
To cast themselves beneath thy Feet,
O'er-aw'd by thy resistless Blows.
verse 6 Thy Throne, bless'd God, for ever stands;
A righteous Sceptre fills thy Hands:
To Thee the suppliant Nations bow.
verse 7 The vertuous Soul thy Favour gains,
Thy Frown the wicked World restrains,
And Sinners fly thy threathing Brow.
Hence God, thy God, with Joys around,
Above thy Mates, thy Heart has crown'd;
His Balmy Joys thy Passions warm.
verse 8 Thy Robes with noblest Odours flow,
Which from thy lofty palace blow;
And Sweets thy pleas'd Attendants charm.

Part 2.

verse 9 Among thy Maids of Honour, wait
Fair Virgins, all of Royal State,
Like bigger Stars i' th' Galaxy.
And at thy Hand enthron'd is seen
Thy charmingly victorious Queen;
Her Crown pure Gold, but purer she.
verse 10 Hear me, illustrious Queen! forget
Thy native Land's and Father's Seat;
And for thy King, thy Kindred quit:
verse 11 So shall he love thy Beauties more,
And thou his Deity adore,
And to his Heav'nly Will submit.
verse 12 Nor shall thy Beauties slighted lie,
Thy Service in Oblivion die;
But through the farthest Regions fam'd:
To thee shall Tyrian Dames resort;
And wealthy Princes make their Court
To thee, by thy Renown inflam'd.
verse 13 Fair are thy Eyes, but fairer far
Thy Soul; a Thousand Beauties there
Thy Diamonds and Rubies stain,
verse 14 When in Embroider'd Robes they bring
Thy Majesty to meet thy King,
Attended with thy Virgin-Train.
verse 15 Bless'd by the ravish'd Croud, they'll move;
Bless'd by thy King's exalted Love,
Thou'lt in his Starry Palace reign.
verse 16 For thy old Stock, a lovely Race
Of Princely Youths thy Marriage grace,
And Royal Crowns and Empires gain.
verse 17 The Name, great King, I'll Celebrate:
Thy Majesty, and glorious State,
I'll sing in never-dying Verse.
The World shall thy bright Throne adore,
The Suppliant World thy Grace implore;
Thy Spousals bless, and praise rehearse.

PSAL. Xlvj.

verse 1 GOD is our Hope, our Strength, our Aid,
When greatest Danger's near:
verse 2 Whence, for those dreadful Changes made
On Earth, we scorn to fear.
Though Mountains, torn from ev'ry Shoar,
Into the Seas be hurl'd;
verse 3 And swelling Waves, with threatning Roar,
Assault the trembling World.
verse 4 Yet near God's House, and those fair Walls
Which round his City go,
Refreshing Springs, with gentler Falls,
And easie Windings, flow.
verse 5 God in his House resides; no Force,
No Strength his Walls can move:
God guards it; Malice can't divorce
It from his earliest Love.
verse 6 When he in dreadful Thunder spoke,
The frighted Nations heard;
The Kingdoms felt the fatal Stroke,
And Earth dissolv'd appear'd.
verse 7 With us the Lord of Hosts remains,
To us his Care extends:
With us the God of Jacob reigns,
And all our Coast defends.
verse 8 Come, see the mighty Works which He
Through all the World has wrought;
What wondrous Desolations He
On ev'ry Land has brought!
verse 9 He makes the Noise of Battels cease,
And breaks the Spears and Bows;
And to the Flames, to keep the Peace,
The ratling Chariot throws.
verse 10 Be still! with humble Silence know
I'm God, and only I:
To me the Nations round shall bow,
And raise my Glories high.
verse 11 With us the Lord of Hosts remains,
His Care to us extends:
With us the God of Jacob reigns,
And us from Ills defends.

PSAL. xlvij.

verse 1 WIth Hands and Hearts accod,
All People, praise the Lord:
With Triumph's Voice, in him rejoice,
His wondrous Name record!
verse 2 For He, the Lord most High,
With dreadful Majesty,
A Monarch reigns, and Earth restrains
With his commanding Eye.
verse 3 He makes the People all
Beneath our Empire fall:
The Nations meet, to kiss our Feet,
And us their Masters call.
verse 4 But us He chose, that we
His Heritage might be:
His Favours grace the faithful Race,
Whose Wealth He loves to see.
verse 5 Our Lord's gone up on high,
With Trumpets toward the Sky.
verse 6 Sing Praises, sing, to our great King;
With Songs and Praises vye!
verse 7 With Understanding raise.
Earth's mighty Monarch's Praise,
verse 8 Whose sacred Throne the Nations own;
Whose Will the VVorld obeys.
verse 9 To God, his Servants now,
VVith neighb'ring Princes bow,
While He, though high, continually,
Defends our Earth below.

PSAL. xlviij.

verse 1 GReat is our Lord, and greatly prais'd
In Sion's sacred Hill:
On which immortal Buildings rais'd,
That glorious Mountain fill.
verse 2 Fair is its Sight, the Pleasures vast,
It gives to distant Lands;
And on its Northern Quarters plac'd,
God's holy Temple stands.
verse 3 God in her Palaces is great,
A certain Refuge known;
verse 4 And angry Kings, who fiercely met,
Are off as swiftly gone.
They saw, admir'd, and terrify'd;
From thence distracted flew:
Fear seiz'd 'em all; and o'er their Pride,
Pangs, as of Child-birth, drew.
Though mighty Navies, close combin'd,
For our Destruction meet,
He breaks them with his stormy VVind,
And scatters all the Fleet.
Oft have we heard, and oft have seen,
In thy bless'd Residence,
How Thou, great God of Hosts, hast been
Thy City's strong Defence.
Secur'd by Thee, it ne'er decays;
And in thy Temple we
Thy Everlasting Mercies praise,
And sing, dear Lord, to Thee.
Great is thy Name, thy Praises great
Through all the VVorld resound:
Thy Name with Righteousness compleat,
Thy Hand with Justice crown'd.
verse 1 Let Sion's Mount rejoice and sing,
And Judah's Daughters dance;
Such Blessings, Lord, thy Judgments bring,
So much their Peace advance.
verse 2 VValk Sion round; quite round her go,
Her Bulwark's Numbers find;
Her Battlements and Ramparts know,
Her stately Buildings mind.
Then let unborn Posterity
Your wondrous Records have;
For God's our God for ever, He
Our Souls from Death shall save.

Another Metre: As the 112th.

verse 1 OUR Lord is great, and greatly prais'd
From Salem's Walls, and Sion's Hills;
verse 2 That sacred Mount, which nobly rais'd,
Our happy Land with Glory fills;
That Temple guilds her Northern sides,
Where God, the King of Kings, resides.
verse 3 God in her Palaces is known;
A strong Defence, and Refuge sure.
verse 4 See how th' assembling Kings are flown!
Nor could the glorious Sight endure:
verse 5 They saw, and what they saw, admir'd;
But off, on Terrour's Wings, retir'd.
verse 6 They felt such horrid Pangs and Throws,
As Women in their Child-birth feel:
By Land they met God's angry Blows,
verse 7 By Sea their shatter'd Navies reel.
By furious Eastern Tempests toss'd,
Till all their Strength and Pride are lost.
verse 8 Within God's holy City we
Have seen what oft we'd heard of old:
The Lord of Hosts her Strength will be,
His Hand her lasting Walls uphold.
verse 9 Thy ancient Love and Kindness, Lord,
We in thy holy House record.
Thy Name Earth's utmost Borders know:
As far, great God, thy Praises fly,
Thy Hands Eternal Justice show:
Let Sion's Mount then cheerfully,
Let Judah's Virgin-Daughters sing
The Judgments of their glorious King.
verse 12 Walk Sion's Rounds her Towers describe;
Observe how strong her Bulwarks are:
The Palaces of Judah's Tribe,
Let those to come with theirs compare;
They'll read God here: and only He
So good, so sure a Guide could be.

PSAL. xlix.

verse 1 ALL People, Nations all, which o'er
The World your Tribes extend;
verse 2 The High, the Low, the Rich, the Poor;
My sacred Songs, attend:
verse 3 My Mouth shall Wisdom speak, my Heart
Of Knowledge meditate:
verse 4 My Harp mysterious Truths impart,
And Things of ancient weight.
verse 5 Why should I fear in dangerous days,
By sinful Men distress'd,
verse 6 Who on their Lands, and crafty Ways,
And mighty Treasures rest?
verse 7 Yet all their Wealth, and all their Store
Can't one lost Soul redeem:
Nor God, to bate their sinful Score,
Their largest Gifts esteem.
verse 8-9 Nay, though they live a Thousand Years
The Grave's expected Prey,
Such Price a Soul's Redemption bears,
As they can ne'er repay.
verse 10 They see the Wise and Fools must die,
And all that Wealth descend
To unknown Heirs, which foolish'y
They thought no Time could spend.

Part 2.

verse 11 They vainly thought their Seats secure
From Time's consuming Hands;
Their Names and Memories endure
On all their purchas'd Lands.
verse 12 Yet Man in Honour can't remain,
But, like the Beast, must fa [...]l:
verse 13 And, though their Heirs their Wit maintain,
Their Ways are foolish all.
verse 14 Death feeds on them, as Sheep; the just
Shall soon their Force subdue:
Their Graves, soon fill'd with crumbling Dust,
Their fading Natures shew.
verse 15 But God shall save my Soul from Hell,
His Hand will mine support.
verse 16 Then fear not Men, whose Wealth may swell;
Nor Sin exalted court.
verse 17 For when Death comes, they'll leave behind
Their Wealth and Glories too;
verse 18 Tho' while they liv'd they pleas'd their Minds,
As common Mortals do.
verse 19 Men who enrich themselves below,
A mighty Name may gain;
But quickly to the Dead they go,
And Light no more obtain.
verse 20 Man, when to Honours rais'd, if he
The Ways of Wisdom slight,
Involv'd like Thoughtless Beasts must be
In everlasting Night.

PSAL. l.

verse 1 VAin Hypocrites and Atheists, bow
To new Alarms your careless Ears:
The Lord, the Great Jehovah, now
To plead Religions Cause appears.
From East to West, from Shoar to Shoar,
The dreadful Summons swiftly rolls:
His Voice, in Thunder's dismal Roar,
At once the frighted World controls.
verse 2 Our God shines from his chosen place,
With Majesty and Terrours crown'd:
verse 3 He comes! devouring Flames his Face,
His Steps impetuous Storms surround.
verse 4 To hear his Judgment pass'd, he calls
The Heavens above, and Earth below;
That where his righteous Sentence falls,
The World, all satisfy'd, may know.
verse 5 Go, call my Saints together; those
Who in my Laws delight, and o'er
Their Sacrifice my Covenant chose,
And there to me devoutly swore.
verse 6 The Summons pass'd, the Lord alone,
As Judge, the great Tribunal holds:
Bright Angels make his Justice known,
While He Eternal Truth unfolds.

Part 2.

verse 7 Hear me, my People; Israel, hear!
With thee the Case I'll calmly plead:
Loe! I, the Lord of Hosts, appear;
Thy mighty God, thy Sov'reign Head!
verse 8 Did I e'r call for Sacrifice?
Or of thy sparing Hand complain?
Or bid that constant Steams should rise
From bleeding Bullocks, duly slain?
verse 9 Poor Trifles all! Thy solemn Feasts,
Thy Bullocks, and thy Goats; I scorn:
verse 10 The Forest Herds are mine, the Beasts.
Which on a Thousand Hills are born.
verse 11 The feather'd Host, the Fowls, are mine;
And all the Droves which graze the Fields:
verse 12 If hungry, I'd not ask of thine;
To me the World its Plenty yields.
verse 13 Think'st thou the Flesh of Bulls I'd eat,
Or Goats? or drink their streaming Gore?
verse 14 No: Give me Praise, my Praise repeat;
My Grace, with Vows perform'd, implore.
verse 15 Then in the Times of Danger cry
To Me, to me thy Griefs display;
And thou, when I to save thee fly,
Just Honours to my Name shalt pay.

Part 3.

verse 16 Then to the Wicked thus: And how
Dar'st thou to preach my Laws presume?
With what strange Impudence canst thou
My Covenant in thy Lips assume?
verse 17 Thou hat'st all sacred Discipline,
Behind thy Back my Words are thrown:
verse 18 Thy Thoughts with crafty Thieves combin [...]
And make th' Adult'rers Lot thy own.
verse 19 Thy Mouth is all engag'd in Ill;
Thy Tongue deceitful Lyes contrives:
verse 20 Thy Brethren, thy malicious Skill,
Thy Mother's Sons of Fame deprives.
Thus hast thou done, while silent I
Thy senseless Crimes with Patience view'd:
And thou, with wondrous Policy,
Couldst me just like thy self conclude.
But now before thy mournful Eyes
I'll set thy Sins, thy Crimes dispose
My Wisdom shall thy Soul surprize,
And all thy foolish Arts disclose.
Consider this, ô ye who dare
Forget your mighty God, lest He
Your Souls with utmost Fury tear,
And none your fainting Souls can free.
That Man who offers Praise, alone
Due Glory to my Name can raise:
And I'l my Saving Health make known
To him who wisely guides his Ways.

Another Metre, to the old proper Tune.

WAke drowzy World! no more let Sleep surprize
The heavy Lids of thy Lethargick Eyes.
Hark, thy Creator calls! awake! awake!
He comes! See how the Dead their Graves forsake!
Before his Face the fatal Trumpet sounding,
And all his Angel-Guards his Throne surrounding.
[...]rom East to West the dreadful Summons roll,
[...]nd shake the Southern and the Northern Pole.
Nature in cold faint Sweats dissolving lies;
A sudden Heat melts down the folding Skies;
And Seasand Earth, torn from their old Foundation,
Are all o'erturn'd in one great Desolation.
verse 2 That God who long in Sion's Glory reign'd,
Whose Presence long her happy State maintain'd,
verse 3 Mov'd by our Crimes, no more can Silence hold;
His Menaces in dismal Flames are roll'd:
Black Clouds from ev'ry piercing Eye defend him;
And dreadful Storms, with Thunder's Roar, attend him.
verse 4 Hark, how he calls! Earth, Sea, and Air, and Sky,
Before his Frowns, in empty Vapours fly:
The new-cloath'd Bones for their old Mates enquire,
And flutt'ring Souls to their own Homes retire.
Then God his Silence breaks, his Angels hearing,
With Adorations at his Bar appearing.
verse 5 Go fly, swift Angel-Bands; go fetch me thos;e
Whose Follies durst my just Commands oppose;
But gently home those holy Souls convey,
Who would my Laws, with upright Thoughts, obey
Who in bless'd Covenants, for their Salvation,
Depend on me by solemn Dedication.
verse 6 Hear Me, my bright Eternal Throne; and you,
Bless'd Guards, my Judgments and my Justice view▪
I'll no unrighteous Judges Part assume;
My Lips on none shall pass a private Doom:
My very Foes this Honour sha'n't deny me;
And even Souls condemn'd shall justisie me.
verse 7 Hear Me, ô ye of Israel's faithful Race;
His Sons by Nature, and his Sons by Grace!
I am thy God, ô Israel, only thine;
And all, thy self, thy Strength, and Hopes, are mine
I'll plead my Cause with thee: ô, speak sincerely!
If e'er I dealt wish thee, or thine, severely!
verse 8 Tell me: Did ever I thy Slackness chide?
Or bid thee greater Gifts, or more, provide?
Did I complain when Incense rarely fum'd,
And scarce one Lamb my holy Day consum'd?
Did ever I for Sacrifice reprove thee?
Or to external costly Wors'hip move thee?
verse 9 For me, thy Bullocks safe their Stalls may hold;
Of Goats or Kids I'll never rob thy Fold.
verse 10 What should I ask of thee? The spacious Field,
Hils, Forests Woods, to me their Stores must yield.
verse 11 Mine are the Fowls about woods, lakes & fountains;
And all the Cattel on a Thousand Mountains.
verse 12 If Hunger's Force my Nature could invade,
Canst thou believe I'd beg the Creature's Aid?
verse 13 That I the Flesh of Bashan's Bulls would eat?
Or Goats rank Blood would make a Heav'nly Treat?
Can He who owns the World, and all its Plenty,
Or He who fills this All, himself be empty?
verse 14 But if th' should'st bring a grateful Sacrifice,
Let humble Praise, with holy Incense rise.
verse 15 Thy Vows, made in Affliction, justly pay;
verse 16 And to thy God in deep Afflictions pray;
And I'll soon change thy melancholick Story,
And thy Deliv'rance shall advance my Glory.
verse 17 But to the Wicked, God in Anger turns,
And thus at him his jealous Fury burns:
verse 18 Thou whose black Soul Divine Instruction hates,
In whom my Word no Reverence creates:
Know thou, my Laws are Life to thofe who chuse them:
But, ô, how dare thy wretched Lips abuse them?

PSAL. lj

How dar'st thou th' Office of a Priest assume?
Or in my Cov'nant read thy dismal Doom?
No Thieves commended, in my Laws appear;
Nor canst thou find Adult'rers pardon'd there:
Yet with Adulterers and Thieves thy Sentence,
Thy Words, thy Life, agree, without Repentance.
verse 19 All Hellish Arts thy Lips, thy Tongue pollute;
Lyes are their Product, Falshood all their Fruit.
Thy Talk, thy Neighbor and thy Friend blasphemes;
verse 20 Thy Mother's Sons are all thy scornful Themes:
Its thy whole Study, thy affected Fashion,
To spread vile Scandals with Deliberation.
verse 21 Thus hast thou done, and I in Silence still
Ne'er broke thy Rest, and never cross'd thy Will:
So my Existence was at last deny'd;
Or mine, at least, by thy vile Nature try'd;
Like some mean Idol, to the World presented:
And against: me, all bold Affrents invented.
But now my Anger's rouz'd, thy Actions all,
Before my Sight, in horrid Order fall.
See how they stand before thy trembling Eyes;
And in thy Face thy guilty Conscience flies.
No Sleep, no Rest, nor Quiet now befriend thee;
But Hellish never-ceasing Woes attend thee.
verse 22 O ye who God forget, my Speeches weigh,
Lest you become my uncheck'd Fury's Prey!
verse 23 Praise to your Maker's Glory sai fice;
Be your Words holy, and your Actions wise:
So may your Bliss obtain a long Duration,
And all be crown'd with my Divine Salvation.
verse 1 MErcy! ô Mercy! Lord, to me
Extend thy Mercy's Store!
Let me thy pard'ning Mercy see,
To clear my sinful Score.
verse 2 Wash me from my Iniquity,
And purge me, Lord, from Sin;
verse 3 For I my Folly throughly, see,
It racks my Breast within.
I see, I see my Crimes when Sleeps
Should seal my weary'd Eyes:
Me sill awake my Conscience keeps,
Or frightful Dreams surprize.
If I with noisie Pleasures try
To ease my tortur'd Soul,
Black Lust and Blood are ever by,
And all my Joys control.
verse 4 To thee alone I've sin'd, to thee;
And trespass'd in thy Sight;
That justify'd thy Words might be,
And all thy Dealings right.
verse 5 Loe, I at first was shap'd in Sin,
In Sin at first conceiv'd;
To that I've since a Gaptive been,
By Hellish Arts deceiv'd.
verse 6 Thou look'st for inward Truth; to me
Thy secret Wisdom show:
verse 7 Purge thou my Soul, my Soul shall be
More white than Northern Snow.
verse 8 O let me once again the Voice
Of Joy and Gladness hear;
And let these broken Bones rejoice,
Which now thy Vengeance bear!

Part 2.

verse 9 From all my sinful Actions past
O turn thy angry Face!
verse 10 Make me a Heart that's clean at last,
A Mind renew'd by Grace!
verse 11 Cast me not wholly off, nor take
Thy sacred Gifts from me:
verse 12 Restore thy Saving Health, and make
My Spirit large and free!
verse 13 Then I the sinning World shall teach
To tread thy perfect Way.;
Conversion and Repentance preach
To such as loosely stray.
verse 14 Save me from Guilt of Blood; to me
Thy kind Salvation bring,
And then my Tongue, from Fetters free,
Thy righteous Acts shall sing.
verse 15 Unseal my Lips, and then my Tongue
Shall celebrate thy Praise;
Thy Praise shall be my constant Song,
As in my fairer Days.
verse 16 God wo'n't for costly Off'rings call,
Nor ask for Sacrifice;
Else should a Thousand Oxen fall,
And Incense daily rise.
verse 17 No: God demands a nobler Part;
The Heart's his Sacrifice:
A wounded Soul, a bleeding Heart,
His Mercy can't despise.
verse 18 O now at last thy Favour show
To thy, selected Place:
Thy Church, now despicably low,
With lofty Walls embrace!
verse 19 Then shall a righteous Sacrifice
With thee Acceptance gain:
And humble Hearts and lifted Eyes
Thy Altars Flames maintain.

Another Metre, to the old proper Tune.

verse 1 ROus'd from a deadly, sinful Dream,
With guilty Pangs of Conscience torn,
I prostrate here, without one Beam
Of Comfort, lie, a Wretch forlorn.
Mercy to me, ô Mercy shew;
A Wretch thy Mercy, Lord, implores:
On me ô let thy Mercies flow,
And wash out all my guilty Scores!
O wash ô cleanse my, Conscience, Lord,
From Falshood, Lust and, Cruelty;
verse 3 For now I all my Guilt record,
And only, dismal Objects see.
Lord, how it racks, my Soul! how strong
Guilt's terrible Convulsion moves!
What Chains of Woes it drags along!
How bitter Sin's Remembrance proves!
verse 4 Against Thee, Thee alone, I've sin'd,
And boldly trespass'd in thy sight;
That I thy righteous Truth might find,
Thy Judgment pure, thy Sentence right.
verse 5 Shap'd in Iniquity at first,
At first in Sin and Guilt conceiv'd;
I was originally curs'd,
My Soul of Innocence bereav'd.
Hence sprung the fatal Fruit and Hell
With Ease my native Proneness won,
My careless Pride, unguarded, fell,
With shameless actual Guilt undone.
verse 6 If inward Truth, Lord, pleases Thee,
O let my Heart thy Wisdom know.
verse 7 Wash, purge me through, and l shall be
More white, more pure than Northern Snow.
verse 8 So shall I feel thy Beams again,
Thy Loves shall fill my pardon'd Soul.
My Bones, long justly rack'd with Pain,
With Balmy Joys be sound and, whole.
To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
One bless'd one glorious Trinity,
On whom our Hopes Hepend alone,
Eternal Praise and Glory bt.

Part 2.

verse 9 From all my Crimes, Lord, turn thy Face,
No more my cancell'd Errours view.
O change my Heart, and, by thy Grace,
My Mind with Heav'nly Thoughts renew
verse 22 Cast me not off, nor from my Breast
Thy sacred Influence remove;
verse 12 But, with the saving Pleasures bless'd,
In Good my forward Soul improve.
verse 13 Then Sinners, I'll bring home to thee;
Transgressors shall thy Laws esteem.
verse 14 From Blood, dear Saviour, rescue me;
My Soul from Crimson Guilt redeem!
verse 15 If thou, bless'd Lord, my Lips unseal,
My Tongue, thy sacred Name shall raise;
Thy Love, my slowing Songs reveal!
My Mouth thy righteous Judgments praise.
verse 16 No bloody Sacrifice with thee,
No Fumes from steaming Altars rais'd,
Prevail; else, num'rous Herds, for me,
Had on a Thousand Altars blaz'd.
verse 17 A Soul with Sense of Sin depress'd,
Is, Lord; thy noblest Sacrifice:
A broken Heart, a contrite Breast,
Thy tender Mercies ne'er despise.
verse 18 Lord, in, thy Love thy Church defend,
Its ruin'd Hopes, and Walls repair;
verse 19 So shall our favaur'd Vows ascend,
With righteous and accepted Pray'r.
To Father, Holy Ghost; and Son,
One bless'd, one glorious Trinity,
On whom our Hopes depend alone,
Eternal Praise and Glory be.

PSAL. lij.

verse 1 AND canst thou, yilest Wretch, of thy
Prevailing Malice boast?
Think'st thou God's Mercies e'er can die?
His boundless love be lost?
verse 2 We know thy Tongue the Razor's, Edge
Out-cuts with sharpest Lyes:
We know thy Heart, Hell's certain Pledge,
Can only Frauds devise.
verse 3 Mischief thy every Soul approves,
But honest Actions hates:
Thy Tongue no Truth or Justice loves,
But Lyes on Lyes creates.
Thy Tongue, base Wretch, such Language speaks,
As may the Just devour:
verse 4 But God thy cruel Pride shall break,
By his resistless Pow'r.
He'll tear thee out, and from thy place
Root out thy hated Name
verse 5 The Just shall see thy strange Disgrace,
And thus expose thy Shame:
"Loe! here's the Man, who, lofty grown,
"His God regarded not;
"But Could his favouring Hand disown,
"And God himself forgot.
"5 But of his mighty Wealth he'd boast,
"With vast Possessions bless'd:
"In impious Arts he trusted most,
"In Malice fix'd his Rest.
"See where he lies, forgot, forlorn,
"By all the World despis'd:
"His Name, his shatter'd Fortunes torn,
"His Life by Hell surpriz'd.
verse 7 But like a thriving Olive, I
In God's bless'd House shall stand;
And on the Mercies sure relie
Of his unchanging Hand.
verse 8 Through thee I scap'd th' intended Blow,
And I'll adore thy Name;
And with, thy Saints thy Mercies show,
Thy gracious Acts proclaim.

PSAL. liij.

verse 1 GOD, in his Heart, the Fool denies,
Such Fools the wretched World are grown
Corrupt, desil'd, 7s;educ'd with Lyes;
Not one for sober Practice known.
verse 2 God, from his lofty Seat, survey'd
The World, and all their Actions view'd
To see if any duly pray'd,
Or Wisdom's Lectures understood.
verse 3 But all were now Apostates, a [...]l
Corrupt at once, and filthy grown;
Not one would on his Maker call,
Not one to practice Good was known.
verse 4 Is all their Sense so lost in Sin,
That they, like Bread, my Saints devour?
In all their Talk, God ne'er comes in;
They ne'er invoke, nor own his Pow'r
verse 5 Yet now with groundless Fears they fly,
Their Strength God's weighty Anger breakes.
With Shame thy fierce Besiegers die;
God's angry Scorn their Downfall speaks.
verse 6 O whence may Israel's Safety spring!
If God his banish'd Tribes restore,
Then Israel shall triumphant sing,
And Jacob's Race despond no more.

Another Metre: As the Complaint of a Sinner

verse 1 THE Fool, the sensless Fool,
Thus in his Heart hath said;
God's but an awful Tool
By crafty Preachers Made.
Thus all corrupted are,
And all in Sins delight:
But none for Truth declare,
None ever practice Right.
verse 2 God, from the lofty Sky,
Look'd down on Earth below,
To see what Man would try
His God to seek or know.
verse 3 But all Apostates there,
They're vile and filthy all:
None good on Earth appear,
Nor on their Maker call.
verse 4 But have the Wretches lost
Their Apprehensions quite,
Against my Saints to boast,
And with their God to fight?
Dare they my Israel's Seed,
Like common Bread, devour?
And on my People feed,
And scorn my saving Pow'r?
verse 5 Fear shall their Hearts surprize,
A senseless, groundless Fear:
And all thy Enemies,
Who durst in Arms appear,
Shall crush'd and scatter'd lie
By God's revenging Hand;
And all, confounded, die,
Despis'd by God's Command.
verse 6 Oh, when shall Israel's Wealth
From Sion's Mount proceed!
When shall their Saviour's Health
Redeem, his Captive Seed!
When that bless'd Time appears,
Poor Israel shall rejoice;
And Jacob, freed from Fears,
Exalt his chearful Voice.

PSAL. liv.

verse 1 ME, Lord, with wondrous Might,
By thy great Name relieve!
verse 2 O in my Pray'rs, dear Lord delight;
My flowing Words receive!
verse 3 For cruel Stranger, here
Against me fiercely rise;
They hunt my Life, who have no Fear
Of God before their Eyes.
verse 4 But see; my God, for me,
Among my Friends appears!
verse 5 He'll crush my Foes: His Truth shall be
The End of all my Fears.
verse 6 To Thee, with Sacrifice,
I'll then devoutly pray:
Thy Name shall in my Praises be;
It's good thy Praise to pay.
verse 7 God has my Saviour been,
From all my Griefs and Woes:
Through him my longing Eyes have seen
My Wish on all my Foes.

PSAL. lv.

verse 1 LOrd, hear my Pray'rs! ô never turn
From him Who prays to Thee!
verse 2 When I in Words distracted mourn,
O hear! ô answer me!
verse 3 Free me from cruel Foes, frorm those
Who would oppress me quite;
Who me with impious Lyes oppose,
And prosecute with Spite.
verse 4 My Heart bleeds with its inward Wounds,
Death's Terrours round me fall;
verse 5 Fear, Trembling, Horrour, Woe confounds
My Thoughts and Actions all.
verse 6 I cry'd, Oh, who swift Wings will give,
Swift as the Doves, to me?
Then would I fly away, and live
Where I some Rest might see.
verse 7 I'd wander far, and, in my Flight,
Some lonesom Desart find,
verse 8 Where I might soon in Safety light,
From ev'ry stormy Wind!
verse 9 Lord, to confound their p [...]otting Brains,
Their Tongues and Hearts divide;
for Strife within the City reigns,
And cruel Thieves reside.

Part 2.

Such, Day and Night, their Walls surround;
Within are Sins and Woes:
verse 11 All Mischief in their Streets are found,
And Fraud and Falshood grows.
verse 12 Had Foes profess'd procur'd my Shame,
I then had Patience held:
Had Enemies despis'd my Name,
I h'd soon my self conceal'd.
verse 13 But it was he, my trusted Guide,
My Bosom's Partner made,
In closest Bonds of Friendship ty'd,
My private Thoughts betray'd.
verse 14 Oft with a charming sweet Consent,
Each other's Souls we read:
Oft to the Temple jointly went,
By like Devotions led.
O let the treach'rous Brute, alive,
To Hell's dark Womb descend!
Who could with Hellish Art contrive
To kill his kindest Friend!
verse 16 For me, to God, the Lord, I' [...]l cry;
My God shall rescue me:
verse 17 Each Night, each Noon, each Morning, I
His suppliant Slave will be.

Part 3.

verse 18 He'll hear my Pray'rs, my Life redeem
From Wars, on me design'd:
For though too strong my Foes might seem,
My God was always kind.
verse 19 That God who ever lives shall hear,
And humble all their Pride
Who ne'er were shock'd on Earth with Fear
And therefore God defy'd.
verse 20 They Wars with Men of Peace began,
And all Agreements broke:
And Spite through all their Counsels ran,
Howe'er they softly spoke.
verse 21 Not Oil nor Butter smoother flow'd,
Than their deceitful Words;
Yet Villains ne'er more Malice show'd,
Nor fought with sharper Swords.
verse 22 Thy Cares then on thy Master cast,
His Hand shall set thee free:
He' [...]l always hold the Righteous fast,
No Time their Change shall see.
verse 23 The Bloody and Deceitful shall
Untimely sink, and die,
And in the Pit's Destruction fall:
But I'll on God rely.

PSAL. lvj.

verse 1 TO me thy Mercy, Lord, extend,
For Men wou [...]d me devour;
Against me all their Forces bend,
And press me ev'ry Hour.
verse 2 Each Day my cruel greedy Foes
Design'd to swallow me;
And Armies which my Soul oppose,
Would my Destruction see.
verse 3 When-e'er I fear, I'll trust in Thee,
verse 4 Thy faithful Word I'll praise:
Nor will I fear what Hurt to me
Poor mortal Man can raise.
verse 5 Each Day they wrest my Words; to work
My Fall their Thoughts are bent:
verse 6 They meet, they trace my Steps, they lurk
Against my Life intent.
verse 7 But shall they always scape in Sin?
In Wrath destroy them all!
verse 8 Thou know'st my dang'rous Flight; hast seen
My Tears, which daily fall:
O let them ever in thy Sight,
In Books recorded, lie.
verse 9 But all my Foes shall turn to Flight
When I to God shall cry.
I know't for God's my Patron dear,
verse 10 Through Him his Truth I'll shew:
verse 11 I'll trust in God, and nothing fear
Which mortal Men can do.
verse 12 To Thee, dear God, my Vows are made;
To Thee my Praise I'll pay,
verse 13 Who sav'd'st me from Death's gloomy Shade
When I in Danger lay.
And still I hope, through God, my Feet
Shall ever firmly stand:
My Steps thy saving Favours meet,
And I possess the Land.

PSAL. lvij.

verse 1 MErcy to me, Lord, Mercy show;
My Soul depends on Thee:
Thy Wings, till off this Danger blow,
Shall my Protection be
verse 2 To God I'll cry, to God most High,
Who all my Wishes sends:
verse 3 Who me from his superior Sky,
From barbarous Men defends.
verse 4 His Truth and Mercy God applies,
To save my drooping Soul,
Which now with raging Lions lies,
Who would devour it whole.
I ly with fiery Men, whose Words
Like Spears and Darts appear,
Whose piercing Tongues than sharpest Swords,
A greater sharpness bear.
verse 5 Lord, raise thy self, exalt thy Name,
Above the lofty Skies,
And o're this Earths enlightned Frame,
Lord, lift thy glorious Eyes.
verse 6 My Soul with sorrow sunk, dismaid
At fatal Nets prepar'd.
But now my Foes in Pit-falls made
For me, themselves are snar'd.
verse 7 My Heart, dear Lord's prepar'd, my Heart
Is fix'd, thy Praise to sing.
verse 8 Awake my Pride, my charming Art,
To praise thy gracious King.
verse 9 Awake my Lute, my Harp awake,
And I'le prevent the Day:
To God's great Name new Anthems make,
And to his Glory play.
verse 10 His Name, his wondrous Works, will I
Among the Nations praise,
verse 11 And in my Songs above the Sky,
His Truth and Mercy raise.
verse 12 Lord, raise thy self, exalt thy Name,
Above the lofty Skies,
And o're this Earth's enlightned Frame,
O lift thy glorious Eyes!

PASL. lviij.
Psalm Iviij. As the 100, or, as Mr. Sandys's 14.

verse 1 WHen you in private Council sit,
Are all your Consultations just?
May others your Decisions trust?
Their Lives to your pure Hands submit?
verse 2 No wretched Men! your tainted Hearts
Iniquities alone pursue,
Earth groans so long opprest by you,
Your bloody Hands, and faithless Arts.
verse 3 I long the wicked Race have known,
All Lyers from the Breasts and Womb.
Lyes in then Infant-Souls have room,
In Lyes their Elder years are grown.
verse 4 Poor harmless things compar'd with these
Black poisonous Toads, and Serpents are,
Nor can the deafest Asp compare,
With their hard-hearted Policies.
verse 5 Asps scorn the curious Charmer's Arts,
And all his Magic Cant defy,
These won't admit the Sufferer's cry,
No Tears can move their stubborn Hearts.

Part 2.

verse 6 Lord, break their Teeth, their dreadful Jaws,
Who, with a brutish Force enrag'd,
Against weak Innocence engag'd,
Confound the Poor and Righteous Cause.
verse 7 As sliding Waters sink and fail,
So let their Malice quickly dy:
And when they let their Arrows fly,
Let neither Bows nor Shafts prevail.
verse 8 Let them, like Snails, when melting, waste;
Or like untimely Births decay,
verse 9 And to thy stormy Wrath give way
As Thorns before a fiery blast.
verse 10 The Righteous then shall droop no more,
But God's all-righteous Vengeanee view,
And all the Paths of Joy pursue,
And wash their Feet in impious gore.
verse 11 Then all the World convinc'd shall say,
" The Just are Well rewarded now,
" A God at last we must allow,
" A God the lower World to sway.

Or thus,

verse 1 WHen you in private Councils sit,
Are all your Counsels just?
May Men to you their lives commit,
Or your Decisions trust?
verse 2 No wretched Men! your tainted Hearts
Iniquity pursue,
Your bloody Hands, and faithless Arts,
Make Earth her Groans renew.
verse 3 I long their impious Race have known,
How from the Womb they ly'd,
Their Infant Years, to Falshood prone,
Their Elder Age supply'd.
verse 4 Poor harmless things compar'd with these
Black poisonous Serpents are,
With their hard-hearted Policies,
Deaf Adders can't compare.
verse 5 Adders defy the Charmer's Arts,
And all his Cant defy:
And these with unrelenting Hearts,
Throw off the Sufferer's cry.
verse 6 Lord, break their Teeth, their dreadful Jaws,
With brutish force enrag'd,
Against the Poor's afflicted Cause,
And Innocence engag'd.
verse 7 As sliding Waters sink and fall,
So let their Malice dy,
Nor Jet their shiver'd Bows prevail,
Or broken Arrow fly.
verse 8 Let them, like Snails, when melting, waste,
Or hasty Births decay,
verse 9 Or as Thorns to a fiery Blast,
To thy fierce Wrath give way.
verse 10 The Righteous then shall droop no more,
But God's just Vengeance view,
And wash their Feet in impious Gore,
And joyful ways pursue.
verse 11 Then all Mankind convinc'd shall see,
The Just are well repaid.
A God to Rule the World must be,
And his Commands obey'd.

Another Metre: As the old 126. proper Tune.

verse 1 THE Place was dark,
And far remov'd from fearching Eyes,
No chearful Light
Could break th'impenetrable gloom,
No starry Spark
Could there the dark Cabal surprize,
But sullen Night
At once possess'd the dismal room,
These sate Sam's Council, there their Plots they said
Their Souls more black than Nights prevailing shade.
Vile Men, could you
There in a righteous Ballance weigh
The Sufferer's Cause,
And neither Love, nor Pride, nor Hate,
Nor Malice shew?
Did all impartial Justice sway
Your equal Laws?
No Bribes an unknown Right create?
Did you in that obscure retreat conclude,
God's piercing Eye your Thoughts and Actions view'd.
verse 2 Alas! 'twas vain
To look for facred Justice where
Triumphant Sin,
With all its curs'd Attendance reign'd,
Where Hopes of Gain
Could barbarous Violence endear,
And all had been
By secret Wickedness maintain'd.
Yet such you all, great Counsellers, have been,
The Slaves of Tyrants, and the Tools of Sin.
verse 3 When born at first,
To entertain the World you ly'd,
And Fraud and Lyes
Your Thoughts, and Words, and Actious fill'd
With Poisons nurst,
Your Looks the Basilisk out-vy'd,
Your baleful Eyes
The Serpent at a distance kill'd.
verse 4-5 Deaf Adders sooner hear the Charmer's Art,
Then you [...]'d support the poor Afflicted Heart.
verse 6 How shall I pray?
What Judgments on the Miscreants call?
Whose Lion rage
Would all the trembling World devour?
Thy Wrath display,
Great God, and make their Furies fall,
At once asswage
Their Spite and desolating Power.
Let all their Strength, like hasty Torrents, fly,
Which now o'reflow, now sink in Sands, and d [...]e
verse 7-8 Snails melt away,
Consum'd in their own unctuous slime,
When Mid-day's Sun
On them shoots down his pointed Heat.
Those Births decay
Which Women loose before their Time,
Shapes just begun
And not by Nature's Hand compleat.
verse 9 So let them waste, all strength their Members leave
Their broken Bows and Shafts their Hands deceive
Rise mighty God,
Let thy impetuous Fury break
On their curs'd Heads
While yet they firmly stand and thrive!
O let thy Rod
Thy Wrath with dreadful Lashes speak!
As Ruines spread
When fiery Tempests fiercely drive,
And thorny Woods with crackling Flames embrac'd
Are laid at once, in one short Moment, waste.
verse 10 This Vengeance pass'd,
The Sons of Heaven shall droop no more,
But every Mind
With Joys surprizing Raptures swell,
Their Feet be wash'd
In flowing Streams of sinful gore.
verse 11 Till Men resign'd
To powerful Truth, with Praise shall tell,
"God doubtless reigns, his care his Servants guard
"And all their Faith with endless Love rewards

PSAL. lix.

verse 1 FRom all my Foes, dear Lord, and those
Who fierce against me stand;
verse 2 From Men of Blood, who hate the Good,
My Safety, Lord, command!
verse 3 For those who hate my Soul lay wait,
The mighty Men combine;
And all agree to murder me
For no Deserts of mine.
verse 4 For no base Facts, no lawless Acts,
Their Bands my Life pursue;
For me thy Might then, Lord, excite,
And all my Dangers view.
verse 5 Thou God of Hosts, who guard'st their Coasts,
For Israel's Land declare;
The Gentiles round in Wrath confound,
No Sins of Malice spare!
verse 6 Return'd at Night like Dogs they fight,
And round the City go;
And for the Prey they miss'd by Day
Their snarling Temper show.
verse 7 Their very Words are piercing Swords,
For, who can hear? They cry,
verse 8 Let Scorn on all those Heathens fall,
With Smiles their Rage defy.
verse 9 Since Force and Might against me fight,
And God is kind and just,
My Confidence in his Defence,
Shall ever firmly trust.
verse 10 To me afford thy Mercies, Lord,
With them prevent my Woes,
And ô let me thy Vengeance see,
On my insulting Foes!

Part 2

verse 11 Lord, kill them not, lest, soon forgot,
My People sin the more
But, ô disperse, with Anger fierce,
Their Substance, and their Store!
verse 12 For all those Lyes their Hearts devise,
And what their Tongues have told;
Let all their Pride be mortify'd,
Their perjur'd Minds controll'd.
verse 13 Those Brutes abhorr'd, in Anger, Lord,
Consume, consume them so,
That they thy Grace to Israel's Race,
And all the World, may know.
verse 14 Return'd at Night, like Dogs they'll fight,
And round the City prowl:
verse 15 And long to eat, and get no Meat
But murmur loud, and howl.
verse 16 Thy Strength I'll sing, my God, my King;
Thy Mercies early praise:
For in my Grief, their kind Relief
My drooping Fancies raise.
verse 17 I'll spread, dear God, thy Strength abroad,
Thy Mercies store disclose;
Till all have known from whence alone
My kind Assistance flows.

PSAL. lx.

verse 1 O Why so distant, Lord! so far
From Israel's chosen Line
When in a sad destructive War
So mighty Kings combine.
See how our trembling Armies move,
When not reviv'd by Thee:
O let us now thy ancient Love,
Thy former Mercies see!
verse 2 The Land beneath thy Furies shook,
Nor could its Fears conceal.
Oh, with thy kind restoring Look
Its dismal Breaches heal!
verse 3 Hard Things thy People, Lord, have try'd,
To deadly Fears betray'd:
verse 4 But now thy Banners, on their Side,
Are for the Truth display'd.
verse 5 That thy Belov'd at large may live,
From Chains and Bondage free,
Let thy Right Hand Salvation give,
And hear and answer me.
verse 6 God spoke, and, in his Holiness,
My Heart with Joys supply'd:
And now I'll Sichem's Lands possess,
And Succoth's Plains divide.
verse 7 Gilead is mine, Manasseh's mine,
My Head on Ephraim rests:
But Judah's Tribe, by Right Divine
The Royal Crown invests.
verse 8 Moab my meanest Slave shall be,
And Edom kiss my Feet;
And Palestine, subdu'd, shall me
With humblest Tributes meet.
verse 9 Who'll me through Cities fortify'd,
And Edom's Barriers, lead?
verse 10 Lord, sha' n't thy Help, so long deny'd,
Our marching Armies head?
verse 11 Man's Help in Troub e's vain; for me
Then, Lord, thy Aids dispose.
verse 12 Through God we'll bravely Act, for He
Shall crush our angry Foes.

Another Metre. As Psal. 121. proper Tune,

verse 1 WHY, Lord, are we rejected? why
Thus off in Anger thrown,
And wretched Dastards grown?
O turn, and with a gentler Eye
All our late Disasters view,
And thy ancient Loves renew!
verse 2 Thy Anger shook the trembling Land,
And made its Pillars bow:
O heal its Breaches now!
verse 3 On Thine, dear Lord, thy weighty Hand
Has a Thousand Hardships brought,
And impos'd a deadly Draught.
verse 4 But on thy Servants side at last
Thy sacred Banner stands;
Thy Truth has arm'd their Bands,
And all their pressing Fears are past
verse 5 Free that thy Belov'd may be,
O support and-answer me!
verse 6 God's Oracle of Holiness
My Heart with Joy supp'y'd:
I'll Sichem soon divide,
And Succoth's fertile Plains possess.
verse 7 Gileaa's mime, Manasseh too,
And what Ephraim's Strength can do.
Judah the Royal Crown must wear.
verse 8 The meanest Slaves, to me,
Shall Moab's Off-spring be:
And Edom's Youth my Shooes shall bear.
Palestine, my conqu'ring Feet,
With triumphant Garlandls meet.
verse 9 Who, through strong Forts, to Edom's Head,
Our trembling Bands will guide,
Or in our Camps preside?
verse 10 Thou, Lord of Hosts, our Armies lead;
Though of old we off were thrown,
Now our Cause and Armies own!
In all our Streights, assist us, Lord;
For Man's poor Helps are vain.
verse 12 Through God we'll Honour gain.
God's Strength to us shall Strength afford,
And his unresisted Blows
Batter down our angry Foes.

PSAL. lxj.

verse 1 LOrd, hear my Cries; my Pray'rs attend:
verse 2 From Earth's last Quarters I
On Thee, though languishing, depend;
To Thee, for Comfort, fly.
verse 3 O Thou, my Help of old, my Strength
Against fierce Enemies!
Fix me on that high Rock at length,
Which all their Force defies!
verse 4 Within thy holy House, my Rest
Beneath thy Wings shall be:
verse 5 For all my Vows, to Heav'n address'd,
Were kindly heard by Thee.
To those who fear thy Name, thy Grace
Shall large Possessions give
verse 6 The King shall still, before thy Face,
A Thousand Ages live.
verse 7 Let Truth and Mercy guard his Head
From ev'ry threat'ning Storm,
verse 8 And I his Praise, in Songs, will spread;
And daily Vows perform.

PSAL. lxij.

verse 1 BUT still on God, my Saviour, I
With humble Silence wait:
verse 2 My Rock, my Health; who sets me high,
And then confirms my State.
verse 3 How long shall your base Plots assail
My Life? Your selves shall fall;
And like old tott'ring Fences fail,
Or like some batter'd Wall.
verse 4 They fain would thrust my Glories down,
And old in Lyes they grow:
Their Language Oily Blessings crown,
Their Hearts with Curies flow.
verse 5 But still on God, my Saviour, I
With humblest Silence wait:
verse 6 My Rock, my Health; who sets me high,
And then secures my State.
verse 7 God's my Salvation, Glory, All
My Strength, my Hope, my Trust.
verse 8 Pour out your Hearts with Faith; ô call
On Him, ye suff'ring Just!
Our God's a Guard, who ne'er can fail:
verse 9 But Men are Vanity.
Nay, that against'em turns the Scale,
They're all an empty Lye.
Those Men by Providence depress'd,
And those exalted high;
The Rich, the Poor; the Worst, the Best,
Are all an empty Lye.
verse 10 O ne'er in Wrong nor Force confide,
Nor swe'ling Thoughts disclose;
Nor on your Treasures multiply'd
Your care'ess Hearts repose.
verse 11 Once God hath spoke, and twice have we
His Declaration heard,
That Might belongs to God, and He
Will for his Might be fear'd.
verse 12 And Mercy, Lord, is only thine,
And thy impartial Hand
Will, as Men's various Works incline,
Their due Rewards command.

PSAL. lxiij. us the rooth,

verse 1 BEfore the Morning-blushes rise,
To Thee, dear God, I lift my Eyes;
For thou alone my God shalt be.
To Thee my thirsty Soul aspires;
Thy Smiles my longing Flesh desires,
Where I no Springs of Comfort see.
verse 2 As oft within thy holy Place
I met of old thy quick'ning Grace,
I'd now thy Strength and Glory view.
verse 3 More swift than Life, thy Mercies flow;
And I with chearful Lips would show
Thy Works, thy ancient Praise renew.
verse 4 Thy Works, with Blessings I'll proclaim
Whi'e Life shall last; and in thy Name
My Hands and Heart devoutly raise.
verse 5 Sweet Marrow's Juice the Taste invites,
But more in Thee my Soul delights;
And Thee my joyful Lips shall praise.
verse 6 In Bed I think on Thee, dear Lord;
Thy Loves I through the Night record,
And on thy Goodness meditate.
verse 7 From Thee my Health and Safety springs
And, shadow'd by thy glorious Wings,
I'll all thy Works with Joy relate.
verse 8 To Thee my steady Soul adheres;
Thy Hand my strong Support appears.
verse 9 But those who would my Life betray
Shall sink in Death's Eternal Shade:
verse 10 Their Lives to cruel Swords be made,
And Wolves, and savage Beasts, a Prey.
verse 11 Then in his God the King shall be
Exalted high; the World shall see
His flowing Joys: and all who swear
To him, shall in their Oaths be bless'd;
And Lying Lips, with Shame suppress'd,
No more to blast his Crown appear.

PSAL. lxiv.

verse 1 LOrd, hear my Voice in Pray'r; secure
My Life From angry Foes!
verse 2 From Sinners Plots ô hide me sure,
And wicked Workers Blows!
verse 3 Sharp though they whet their temper'd Swords,
Their Tongues are sharper far;
And out they shoot their bitter Words,
Like Shafts prepar'd for War,
verse 4 In dark Retreats the Plotter lies,
To wound the perfect Heart;
And, fearlese, there, with bo'd Surprize,
He throws his deadly Dart.
verse 5 Mischief's their Life, to mischief they
Encouragements apply;
And talk of spreading Snares, and say
Who can our Snares descry?
verse 6 Deep are their Hearts, their Counsels deep,
And all their Thoughts profound;
And all a Search for Mischief keep,
And practise Mischief found.
verse 7 But God, with more surprizing Darts,
Their wounded Hearts shall reach:
verse 8 Their Tongues shall soon betray their Hearts;
Themselves, themselves impeach.
verse 9 Aloof the wond'ring World shall stand;
And all around, with Fear,
Acknowledge God's revenging Hand,
And all his Acts revere.
verse 10 Then shall the Just in God rejoice,
Their Faith more strongly raise;
And each good Man exalt his Voice,
To sing his Maker's Praise.

PSAL. lxv. as the rooth.

PRaise, Lord, in Sion waits for Thee;
To Thee our holy Vows we pay.
Thou hear'st us; whence, in Misery,
verse 2 To Thee the suppliant World shall pray.
verse 3 My Sins are, Lord, too strong for me:
But Thou sha't all my Sins forgive.
verse 4 O happy's he, whose Eyes may see
Thy House, and in thy Presence live:
When him Devotion kindly warms,
His inward purer Joys abound;
His Soul with bless'd Re igion's Charms,
Is in thy sacred Temple crown'd.
verse 5 What though a Thousand Dangers rise
To us? our sure Salvation springs
From Thee: thy Flock for Shelter flies
To thy protecting Mercy's Wings.
For us thy dreadful Judgments move,
And scatter all our Fears and Woes.
Whence all in Thee their Trust improve,
Where Earth extends, or Water flows.
verse 6 Thy Might the lofty Mountains rais'd,
And Pow'r thy wondrous Throne surrounds;
And at thy Voice, the Seas, amaz'd,
Laid down their Billows roaring Sounds.
verse 7 Thy Terrours smooth the Wat'ry Plain,
And all the murm'ring Nations quell;
When ruffling Storms disturb the Main,
And stubborn Hearts with Madness swell.

Part 2.

verse 8 When earth is shock'd, and Comets blaze,
And thy prodigious Signs appear,
At them the trembling Nations gaze,
And them at utmost distance fear.
The blushing Dawn, the Morning-Skies,
Through all the World thy Praise proclaim;
And when Night's gloomy Shadows rise,
They celebrate thy glorious Name.
verse 9 Thy Eyes the lower World survey,
Thy Hand their various Need supplies;
Thy Dews and Rains prepare the Way
For Grass, and Herbs, and Plants to rise.
What mighty Treasures Lord, hast Thou
Within thy wat'ry Chambers laid?
Whence all our vast Provisions now,
Our Corn, and Wine, and Oil's convey'd.
verse 10 The rising Grounds thy Fountains make;
Their wealthy Crops and Fatness yield:
The lower Lands thy Smiles partake;
Thy Blessing warms the springing Field.
verse 11 The joyful Year, with Goodness crown'd,
Owes all its Plenty, Lord, to Thee:
Thy Clouds with fat'ning Drops abound,
And we their large Production see.
verse 12 The barren Wi [...]ds the burning Sands,
Those coo [...]ing Drops in Season bless:
The dancing Hillocks join their Hands,
And Mirth and Gratitude express.
verse 13 Huge Flocks the fruitful Pastures yield,
Huge Crops the burthen'd Valleys bring;
Joys eccho through the chearful Field,
And all their Maker's Praises sing.

Another Metre, to the old 104th proper Tune.

verse 1 IN Siou's bless'd Gares,
Lord, Praise waits for Thee:
To Thee holy Vows
Shall justly be paid.
verse 2 Thy Goodness creates
All our Confidence: we
By't mov'd in thy House,
Our Petitions have made.
verse 3 Man's impious Art
Against me prevails;
O purge, O remove
Our Follies away!
verse 4 How happy's his Part,
Whom thy Mercy ne'er fails!
Thy Choice can approve,
And thy Service can stay!
That Man in thy Sight
And Temple may dwell;
Thy Altars draw near,
Thy Favours enjoy;
And in Thee delight,
And be satisfy'd well
With Goodness: and there
All his Service employ.
verse 5 By terrible Things
In Righteousness shown,
Thou 'It answer our Cares,
Our Saviour to be.
Our Confidence springs
From thy Goodness alone:
Whence Strangers make Pray'rs,
And rough Sailers, to Thee.
verse 6 The Mountains stand fast,
Fix'd strongly by Thee;
Thy powerful Arm
Has girt'em secure.
verse 7 Loud Storms are soon past,
For thy Fury, we see,
Mad People can charm,
And their Quiet procure.
verse 8 Thy Wonders and Signs
All Nations afright,
Where Comets e'er blaze,
Or Earth-quakes can tear,
The Morning, which shine,
And the dark gloomy Night,
Rejoice in thy Praise,
And thy Glories declare.
verse 9 Thou visit'st the Earth,
Its Waters abound;
Vast Rivers, with Wealth,
The Countries o'erflow:
Thence Corn has its Birth;
And the Fie'ds, With it crown'd,
New Vigour and Health
On the Nations bestow.
verse 10 The highest ridg'd Field
Thy Water partakes;
The Furrows, Jaid low,
Are drench'd with the same:
The Clods quickly yield,
Earth its Hardness forsakes;
The Crops, which they show,
Then God's Blessing proclaim.
verse 11 By Thee the rich Year
With Goodness is crown'd;
And all thy bless'd Ways
Pure Fatness distil:
verse 12 Rich Pastures appear
All the Desarts around;
All ecchoing Praise
From each neighbouring Hill.
verse 13 With Thousands of Sheep
The Pastures are clad;
The Valleys with Corn
Are cover'd quite o'r:
Hence Nature may keep
Now its Revels; and glad,
With Praises adorn
Both her Lord, and her Store.

PSAL. lxvj. as the 113th.

verse 1 IN God, ô all ye Lands, rejoice;
verse 2 Let ev'ry Man's triumphant Voice
Advance his Name, his Glories sing.
verse 3 How dreadful, Lord, thy Works appear!
Thy Terrours make thy Foes, with Fear,
To Thee their forc'd Submissions bring.
verse 4 To Thee the Nations round shall bend;
Thy Name shall in their Songs ascend
Above the Clouds, above the Skies.
verse 5 Come, see God's Operations here;
How when his dreadful Works appear,
Their Terrours Humane Hearts surprize.
verse 6 When from Egyption Bondage He
His Israel's happy Race set free,
God through the Seas contriv'd a Road;
Where, fenc'd by Watry Walls, they went
Safe o'er a spacious Continent,
And all their Hearts with Joys o'erslow'd.
verse 7 God, by his Pow'r Eternal, reigns;
His Look the Rebel-World restrains,
And beats their swelling Humours down.
verse 8 O all ye serious People, b [...]ess
That God, whose Name our Tongues confess:
His Name, with losty Praises crown.
verse 9 The Lord our Souls in Safety keeps;
He never slumbers, never sleeps;
He ne'er permits our Feet to slide:
verse 10 Yet, as the Silver's oft refin'd,
When for the noblest Works design'd,
Our Sou s as oft his Hands have try'd.
verse 11 We fell in strong, perplexing Snares;
Our Strength funk down with weighty Cares;
Our Heads we bow'd to conqu'ring Foes.
verse 12 But through Affliction's scorching Heat,
Through Floods of Tears, thy Mercies great
Convey'd us to a sweet Repose.

Part 2.

verse 13 My Thanks his Temple now shall see.
verse 14 I'll pay my Vows, dear Lord, to Thee;
My Vows in Times of Danger sign'd.
verse 15 My upright Mind, my Heart sincere,
My guiltless Hands, shall Favour there,
More than a Thousand Oxen, find.
verse 16 Come, hear me, all that fear the Lord;
O hear, while I, with Praise, record
What for my Soul his Hands have wrought:
verse 17 I cry'd, his Name I rais'd on high;
verse 18 Yet, had my Heart been faulty, I
His Smiles, alas! had vainly sought.
God reads the inward Parts, and views
What Ways the righteous Soul pursues,
And hears his earnest Pray'rs and Cries:
But Hypocrites, whose various Arts
Divide their glosing Tongues and Hearts,
Are odious to his piercing Eyes.
verse 19 But God has heard my Pray'rs, and He
With Favour gently answer'd me;
His Ears to my Petitions bow'd.
verse 20 O bless'd be He, whose gracious Ear
His suppliant Servant's pray'rs would hear,
And Mercy to his Pray'rs allow'd!

PSAL. lxvij.

verse 1 TO us, with Mercy free,
Lord, shew thy glorious Face:
O let thy happy Servants see
Thy Blessing, and thy Grace!
verse 2 That all the Earth may know
Salvation's certain Way,
Thy Truth to all the Nations show,
Thy saving Health display.
verse 3 Let all the World, ô God,
Exalt thy glorious Name:
O let the Nations all abroad
Thy wondrous Praise proclaim!
verse 4 To Thee, with loud Applause,
The govern'd World shall sing,
When Thou shalt all, by equal Laws,
To righteous Judgment bring.
verse 5 Let all the World, ô God,
Exa't thy glorious Name:
O let the Nations all abroad
Thy wondrous Praise proclaim!
verse 6 Then shall the fruitful Land
Its ancient Burthen show;
And on our selves, from God's free Hand,
Shall endless Blssings flow.
verse 7 Then God shall bless us all;
And at his awful Feet,
With Fear the farthest Tribes shall fall,
And to his Laws submit.

PSAL. lxviij. As the 100th.

verse 1 LET God arise, his angry Foes
Will quickly turn themselves to Flight:
Their Malice can't his Wrath oppose,
Nor bear the Terrours of his Sight.
verse 2 But as Smoak flies before the Wind,
As Wax dissolves before the Fire,
So Impious Men their Weakness find,
And, by his Frowns consum'd, expire.
verse 3 But holy Men, with joyful Hearts,
Before their God shall Praises sing.
Sing then, ye Saints; sing all your Parts;
Exalt the great Celestial King.
verse 5 See where your God triumphant rides;
His Name with boundless Glory shines.
In Him each raptur'd Soul confides,
And gladly in his Praise combines.
verse 6 For Widows Tears, and Orphans Cries,
God, like a Judge and Father, cares;
Starves Rebels, makes the Captives rise,
And fills the lonesom House with Heirs.
verse 7 Lord, when thou led'st thy People o'er
The barren Wilds, and Defart-Lands,
Earth's Bosom strong Convulsions tore,
And Heav'n, dissolv'd at thy Commands.
verse 8 A Thousand Dewy Sweats distill'd.
Nay; Sinai too, supreamly bless'd,
Great Israel's God with Terrours fill'd,
With Light's immoderate Beams Oppress'd.
verse 9 But cooling Dews, and fruitful Rains,
On thy exhausted Canaan flow'd;
verse 10 which now thy People entertains,
Thy Goodness on thy, Flock bestow'd.

Part 2.

God gave the Word, and out in haste
All Nature's ready Armies flew,
And spoke God's Will; and as they pass'd,
Did all opposing Force subdue.
God's Houshold then, with Spoils, grew fair,
Of routed Hosts, and flying Kings;
As Doves, which feem to cut the Air
With Silver Plumes, and Golden Wings.
verse 13 On that great Day, though back before,
Among the Brick-Kilns newly laid;
verse 14 They more than Sal'men's Whiteness bore,
When in his Snowy Robes array'd.
verse 15 God's Sion, Bashan's Pride our-vies;
And God in Sion's Hill delights.
verse 16 Why then should other Hills despise
What God's own Residence invites?
verse 17 A Thousand Thousand Chariots, steer'd
By fiery Angels, round Him wait;
As once in S [...]nai's Mount appear'd,
When there, enthron'd, his Glory fare.
verse 18 Lord, when thou took'st thy Seat on high,
Both Death and Hell were Captives led:
Thy Gifts made stubborn Hearts comply,
And Rebels own their sacred Head.
verse 19 O bless'd be God, from Day to Day,
Who us with bounteous Goodness loads:
verse 20 Our Saving Health, our Lord, our Stay,
Our Guide from Death's obscure Abodes!
verse 21 But finful Fools, his thoughtless Foes,
God in their Heads, their Vitals, wounds.
verse 22 I too, says God, will rescue those
Whom Bashan, or the Sea, surrounds.
My Friends shall live at large, and free;
Ill us'd, restrain'd, oppress'd no more.
verse 23 Their Steps o'er bleeding Foes shall be,
Where Dogs shall lick the streaming Gore.

Part 3.

verse 24 My God, my King; thy glorious Ways
Are oft with awful Wonder view'd,
When in thy House, on Holy Days,
Thou meet'st, the suppliant Multitude.
verse 25 First all the charming Voices move,
Then those who touch the tuneful Strings;
The Damsels next their Fingers prove,
And loud the merry Timbrel rings.
verse 26 Praise God in all Assemblies; praise
Your God, ô all of Israel's Race!
verse 27 Let Benjamin his Anthems raise,
Whom first the Regal Ensigns grace.
verse 28 With Him let Judah's Head combine,
And all the Tribes their Leaders bring,
Till Mid-land Tribes and Coasters join
And All then Maker's Glories sing.
verse 29 Strength, Lord, on us thy Hand bestows:
O let our Graces stronger be!
While Strength from Salem's Temple flows,
Great Kings shall offer Gifts to Thee.
verse 30 Rebuke th' Egyptians Force! confound
The Brutes, in Idol-worship strong:
Those who in Pride and Wealth abound,
And who for Wars and Tumults long.
verse 31 To God then mighty Kings shall fly,
From Egypt, and Arabian Lands;
And cast their Crowns and Sceptres by,
And raise to him their suppliant Hands.
verse 32 Sing, sing to God, his Praise unfold,
His Name yee Earthly Kings adore.
verse 33 He rides above the Skies of old,
And speaks in Thunders dreadful roar.
verse 34 Ascribe to God all Strength and Might,
VVho o're his Israel's Lot presides,
VVhose Power, and whose Majestic light,
Above the highest Orb resides.
verse 35 VVhat Terrours in that secred Place,
Israel's Eternal God surround!
The Saints his Might and Courage grace,
His Name be still with Praises crown'd.

PSAL. lxix.

verse 1 O Save me, Lord! Thy Floods prevail,
The Floods my Strength controul.
verse 2 The Mud, the rugged VVaves assail,
And sink my fainting Soul.
verse 3 To Thee till weary'd quite I cry,
My Throat grows hoarse and dry,
My very Ey. strings Crack, while I
On Thee for Help rely.
verse 4 More than my Hairs my Foes increase,
And they whose causeless Hate,
Pursue my Soul, and break my Peace,
Are strong, and Fortunate.
To lay their Spite, I paid with Care,
VVhat ne'er was due from me.
verse 5 Thou, Lord, my Follies know'st, nor are
My Faults conceal'd from Thee.
verse 6 Thro the let none endure Disgrace,
VVho on thy Love depend,
None blush thro' me who seek thy Face,
Or for thy Grace attend:
verse 7 For thy Name's sake I suffer scorn,
To all Reproach confin'd,
verse 8 My Mother's Sons, my Brethren born,
To me are grown unkind.

Part 2.

verse 9 Lord, for thy House with zealous Flame,
My Soul consumes, and dies,
And those who dare affront thy Name,
My Heart with grief surprize.
verse 10 I fast, my falling Tears succeed,
But I'me reproach'd for all.
verse 11 I Sack-cloth wear, my Sack-cloth weeds,
Among their Proverbs fall.
verse 12 Where all the senseless Rabble sit,
I'me made their constant Theme,
Each Drunkard tries his brutish Wit,
My Glories to blaspheme:
verse 13 In thy accepted Time, dear Lord,
Receive my Soul's address,
With Mercy by thy faithful Word,
My cruel Foes repress.
verse 14 From miry Deeps, Lord, raise my Head,
From mighty Waters save,
verse 15 And from the stormy Tempests dread,
And from the gaping Grave.
Let not the Floods devour me quite,
Nor Whirlpools swallow me;
verse 16 But in thy Mercies, Lord, delight,
And hear my Prayers to Tnee!

Part 3.

With Pitty view my mournful Case,
And ease my dismal Woes.
verse 17 From me ô never hide thy Face,
When Sorrows round me close.
verse 18 Draw near, redeem my Soul from those,
Who, in my Fall delight.
verse 19 My shame, reproach, and all my Foes,
Are ever in thy sight.
verse 20 Shame breaks my Heart, my panting Soul,
For Comfort looks in vain,
No Friends my mournful State condole,
Nor feel my dreadful Pain,
verse 21 They gave me bitter Gall to eat,
Sharp Vinegar to drink,
verse 22 But let thy Wrath their Joys defeat,
Their spiteful Pleasures sink.
O let thy Curse a deadly snare,
Of all their Plenty make,
And when their Souls for Mirth prepare,
All Mirth their Souls forsake.
verse 23 O let their Eyes be dark, their Loins
With strange Diseases shake.
verse 24 Till Wrath with utmost Fury joins,
And they of both partake.

Part 4.

verse 25 Let all their lofty Palaces,
Their Tents deserted ly,
verse 26 For they on thy Afflicted press,
And Wounds to Wounds apply.
verse 27 Punish their Sins with Sins; nor let
Them Righteousness behold!
verse 28 Their Names i' th' Book of Life unset,
Nor with the Just enroll'd
verse 29 But me, oppress'd with mighty Woes,
Thy Health, dear God, shall raise.
verse 30 And Songs I'll to thy Name compose,
And ever sing thy Praise.
verse 31 And these shall Thee, my God, much more
Than Firstling Bul'ocks, please.
verse 32 The Humble, who thy Face implore,
Shall see't, and live at Ease.
Joys shall their happy Hearts possess
At this triumphant Sight:
Their Souls shall wondrous Mirth express;
Their Lives, supream Delight.
verse 33 God hears the Poor and Bond-men call,
And sends Deliverance:
verse 34 Then let Heav'n, Earth and Seas, and all
Their Hosts, his Praise advance.
verse 35 God saves his own, and they, in Peace
Within their Countries rest:
verse 36 And there their happy Heirs increase,
Who love their Maker best.

PSAL. lxx.

verse 1 HAst'e, Lord; ô haste to aid,
And set thy Servant free!
verse 2 Asham'd let all those Fools be made,
Who seek to ruin me!
With Shame confound them all,
Who would my Life destroy;
verse 3 And when they think I'm like to fall,
Express unmanly Joy.
verse 4 But where Men seek thy Face,
Let constant Joys reside:
Let those who love thy saying Grace,
Say, God be magnify'd.
verse 5 But I am weak and poor;
O haste to help me, Lord;
And, as thou oft hast done before,
Thy speedy Aids afford!

PSAL. lxxj.

verse 1 IN Thee dear Lord, I only trust:
From Shame ô keep me free!
verse 2 And, as thy Promises are just,
Hear, help and rescue me!
verse 3 Be thou my mighty Fortress, where
I, when oppress'd, may fly.
Thou art my Rock, my Fort; in Fear
I on thy Word rely.
verse 4 Save me, my God, from impious Hands
From Fraud and Violence,
verse 5 In Thee my Hope, my Safety stands;
My Lord, my Youth's Defence!
verse 6 I from my Mother's Womb, at first,
By Thee was brought to light;
And by thy Providence was nurs'd,
And in thy Praise delight.
verse 7 Though I a Monster seem to most,
In Thee my Hopes are strong.
verse 8 O let thy Honour be my Boast;
Thy Praise, my daily Song!
verse 9 Cast me not off when elder Days,
When Age comes creeping on:
O leave me not when Strength decays,
And youthful Years are gone!
verse 10 My Foes, Who watch my Soul, declare,
Where they in private meet,
verse 11 See now how God withdraws his Care,
And leaves his Favourite!
Up! let us seize him now; pursue
Where-e'er the Dastard flies:
He has, alas! no Help in view;
None to his Aid will rife.

Part 2.

verse 12 Haste then, my God; to help me, fly;
No more thy Helps delay!
verse 13 But let my Foes confounded lie;
Their Spite, with Shame repay.
verse 14 On Thee I'll still with Patience wait,
And praise Thee more and more;
verse 15 And all thy righteous Acts relate,
And thy Salvation's Store.
These all Accounts so far transcend,
That none their Numbers know.
verse 16 But, Lord, I'll on thy Strength depend,
Thy Justice only show.
verse 17 As taught by Thee from Childhood, I
Thy wond'rous Works have showns:
verse 18 O let me not deserted lie,
When weak and ancient grown!
Lord, leave me not when hoary Hairs
Invest my aged Head:
Till to this Age, and future Heirs,
I'Ve all thy Wonders read.
verse 19 On high thy righteous Actions shine,
And great thy Judgments are.
What Being, Lord, though cali'd Divine,
Can e'er with Thee compare?
verse 20 Thou show'st me mighty Grie'fs and Woes,
Yet shall thy Smiles revive;
And from Earth's hollow Deeps below,
Present my Soul alive.
verse 21 My Head thy Loves shall greatly raise,
Thy Comforts guard my round:
verse 22 And I thy Truth with Songs shall raise,
And Harp's melodious Sound.
O Israel's holy God, to Thee
My Lips will gladly sing;
My Soul, redeem'd from Misery,
Its Tribute Praises bring.
verse 24 Thy Righteousness my Tongue shall trace,
And daily talk of thee,
Since they are crush'd with dark Disgrace,
Who sought to ruin me.

Psal. 72. As the 100th. or Mr. Sundays's 1 [...]

verse 1 LOrd, to the King thy Judgments give,
Thy Justice on his Son bestow,
verse 2 Then shall the Wor'd his Judgments know
The Humble, by his Justice live.
verse 3 Then those advanc'd to noblest State
Shall all for publick Peace declare:
The meanest Officers, with Care,
Their Princes Goodness imitate.
verse 4 He'll judge the Poor, their Off-spring save,
And break the bold Oppressor's Force.
verse 5 While Sun and Moon maintain their Caurse
His Fear shall ev'ry Heart enslave.
verse 6 His Goodness, like soft Rains and Dews
Which on the new-mown Grass descend.
Shall to the Moon's last Age extend,
And Peace, abundant Peace, diff'use,
The Righteous, in his happy Reign,
Shall thrive; his mighty Empire stretch
As far as Lands or Waters reach,
Or farthest Springs their Streams maintain.
To Him th' Arabian Troops shall bow;
His Enemies the Dust embrace.
And Saba's Kings, to court his Grace,
Their noblest Gifts and Off'rings vow.
The Isles, the Continent, shall send
Their Kings, to kiss his sacred Feet.
All kings shall in his Worship meet,
And Nations to his Service bend.
For He'll the praying Poor discharge;
Th' Oppress'd, who no Assistance find.
He'll to the needy Soul be kind;
And He'll the humble Heart enlarge.
From Violence He'll set them free;
From shameless Fraud, and base Deceit.
And in his Sight jn Value great
The Blood of all his Saints shall be.
Long shall He live; pure Gold as long
To Him th' Arabian Bands shall pay:
To Him th' obedient World shall pray,
And Him with daily Blessings throng.
And though his Truth at first may seem
Of meanest Worth, and smallest Force,
'T will soon, with a resistless Course,
Command the wiser World's Esteem.
Its Fruit to nobler Heighths shall grow
Than Lebanon's immortal Heads:
More thick than Grass the Valleys spreads,
Vast Crouds shall to his Doctrine flow.
verse 17 His Name Eternity possess'd,
God's Son, before reflecting Streams,
Threw back the Sun's first Infant-Beams;
And in Him ev'ry Nation's bless'd.
verse 18 All Lands shall bless his sacred Name.
O bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
Whose Name old Jacob's Tribes record,
Whose Name his wondrous Works proclaim!
verse 19 With Blessings let his Name be crown'd,
Till Time's run out; and ev'ry Day
His Glories through the World display;
And loud Amens, Amens resound!

Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys's 5th

verse 1 LOrd, let the King thy Judgments find!
Enrich the Prince's Royal Mind,
Fer Crowns and Governments design'd.
verse 2 Then shall He Sentence wisely give;
And safe in his Prerogative
Shall all the Poor, Afflicted, live.
verse 3 Then Righteousness and Peace shall reign,
The mighty Men shall Peace maintain,
And Justice all the Vulgar gain.
verse 4 He'll vindicate and save the Poor,
And all their Race from Harms secure:
But Tyrants must his Wrath endure.
verse 5 Him all, from, Age to Age shall fear,
As long as Mid-day's Suns appear,
Or Moons the gloomy Mid-night chear.
verse 6 Sweet be his Rule, and soft his Reign,
As gentle Dews which cool the Plain,
Or Show'rs which Grass and Herbs maintain!
verse 7 The Just shall flourish in his Days;
Abundant Peace her Head shall raise,
While Moons shall shine, or Stars shall blaze.
verse 8 His Empire shall be vast, and wide;
As far as Seas Can feel the Tide,
Or Rivers flow, or Winds can ride.
verse 9 In him th' Arabians wild shall trust:
His Foes, beneath his Foot-stool thrust
Shall sall, and humbly lick the Dust.
verse 10 Him shall the Island-Kings obey;
To Him Black AEthiopians pray,
And Off'rings on his Altars lay.
verse 11 Their Kings, by Truth convinc'd, shall be
His Servants, and his Slaves; and He
All Nations at his Feet shall see.
verse 12 For He the poor Man's Cries shall hear;
The Suff'rers and Afflicted chear,
When neither Help nor Friends appear.
verse 13 He'll to the Weak in Want be kind
The humble and submissive Mind
Shall always his Assistance find.
verse 14 Where Fraud and Wrong triumphant seem,
He'l all their fainting Souls redeem,
And dear their precious Lives esteem.
verse 15 Long may He live; and long may they
To Him their Golden Tributes pay,
And daily praise, and daily pray!
verse 16 Where little Hope or Seed was found,
May mighty Crops adorn the Ground;
Like Libanus, with Cedars crown'd.
Their Towns, before with Widows fill'd,
A new and num'rous Off-spring yield,
Thick as the Grass which shades the Field.
verse 17 To Him may all the Nations haste;
His Name, with endless Blessings grac'd,
Beyond the Sun, Eternal last.
verse 18 Bless'd be the Lord, our God! May He,
Whose wond'rous Works we daily, see,
Prais'd by his grateful Churches be!
verse 19 Bless'd, ever bless'd his glorious Name!
May all the World advance his Fame!
While we Amen, Amen proclaim!

PSAL. lxxiij.

verse 1 IT's true, God to his Israel's kind,
To those whose Hearts are pure:
verse 2 Yet all my Confidence declin'd,
My Faith was scarce secure.
verse 3 Envy, uneasre Envy gain'd
An Empire in my Breast,
To see how impious Mad-men reign'd,
With Peace and Plenty bless'd.
verse 4 No racking Pains their Deaths fore-show'd,
Their Strength no Sickness broke:
verse 5 They never bore Grief's common Load,
Nor felt God's angry Stroke.
verse 6 Hence are they crown'd with haughty Pride,
And rob'd with Violence:
verse 7 Their Looks are high; their Lusts supply'd,
Beyond their utmost Sense.
verse 8 They in excessive Leudness walk,
And in Oppressions boast;
And with their thund'ring lofty Talk
O'er-awe the neighb' ring Coast.
verse 9 Nay, Heav'n it self their Words defy,
And trembling Earth subdue:
verse 10 And, while they make their Treasures fly,
Allure the hungry Crew.
verse 11 And yet they cry, "Can God above
"Our secret Practice know?
"Can God our gallant Acts reprove,
"Or greater Wisdom show?
verse 12 Such are the wicked Workers, who
Can, with a prosp'rous Gale,
And still increasing Riches, through
The World's rough Ocean fail.

Part 2.

verse 13 This I observing, fondly cry'd,
"I've cleans'd my Hands in vain;
"In vain my Heart I purify'd,
"And Innocence maintain,
verse 14 "In vain, alas! my strugling Lust
"I've daily mortify'd;
"And grovel'd in Affliction's Dust,
"By sharp Temptations try'd.
verse 15 But soon I this, Reflection made,
"Should I such Thoughts embrase,
"I must God's Providence upbraid,
"And damn chosen Race.
verse 16 In vain I trod, without a Guide,
The dark, perplexing Maze:
In vain by Reason's, Methods try'd
Thy Wisdom's secret Ways;
verse 17 Till I could to thy Holy Place,
With humble Thoughts, ascend;
And there their wretched Fortunes trace,
And read their dismal End.
verse 18 Oh, on what slip'ry Ground they stand!
How quickly ruin'd all!
verse 19 And, crush'd by thy destroying Hand,
With Terrours wasted, fall!
verse 23 As Dreams fly off from drowzy Eyes
When Sleep the Man forsakes,
So Thou their Image shalt despise
When once thy Fury wakes.
verse 21 Thus now my Thoughts are satisfy'd,
Though long perplex'd before;
Though Grief did then my Heart divide.
And Pains my Bosom tore.

Part 3.

verse 22 Such Ignorance and Folly then
My untaught Soul betray'd:
And I, beneath the Rank of Men,
With senseless Beasts was laid.
verse 23 I see I'm always now with Thee;
Thy Hand my Life supports:
verse 24 Thy Counsels, Lord, my Guide shall be,
To thy All-glorious Courts.
verse 25 On whom but Thee, dear Lord, above,
Can my Affections be?
And none on Earth my Soul can love;
O none, compar'd with Thee!
verse 26 Though here my Flesh my Heart decline,
Thy Strength my Heart supplies.
Thou art my God, my Part Divine,
When Time; expiring dies.
verse 27 Loe, those whose Vain Affections rove
From Thee, shall sink, and die:
Those Fools who doat, with wanton Love,
On curs'd Idolatry.
verse 28 But when I draw to God, how nigh
His flowing Mercies are!
On Him I've fix'd my Trust, that I
Might all his Works declare.

PSAL. lxxiv.

verse 1 O Why thus absent, Lord! Shall we
No more thy Smiles obtain?
Shall thy poor Flock eternally
Thy Fury's Weight sustain?
verse 2 O think on those redeem'd of old;
Those Lands, by Thee possess'd:
With Pity Sion's Mount behold,
Which once thy Presence bless'd!
verse 3 O Thou Eternal God, to ease
Our Desolations, haste;
For cruel Foes thy Temple seize,
Thy sacred Dwellings waste.
verse 4 Hark! how their Bands, insulting, roar,
Where thy Assemblies met!
And their triumphant Banners o'er
Thy mournful Altars set!
verse 5 When safe thy glorious Temple stood,
The curious Carver rais'd
Rare Figures on the yielding Wood,
For Ant and Softness prais'd
verse 6 But now those noble Works are all
By barb'rous Axes spoil'd:
verse 7 In Flames those sacred Buildings fall,
With ruin'd Heaps defil'd.
verse 8 Nay, in their cruel Hearts they say,
Let's all at once destroy!
And on each place of Worship they
Devouring Flames employ.
verse 9 We see our Mystick Signs no more;
No Prophets speak thy Will,
And none our Term of Woes explore,
By Wisdom's sacred Skill.

Part 2.

verse 10 How long, Lord, shall Reproaches rise,
From thy insulting Foes?
How long shall horrid Blasphemies
Thy glorious Name expose?
verse 11 Rouse, Lord, thy Might! make bare, thy Arm!
Stretch out thy dreadful Hand!
Their bloody Insolence alarm!
And their Designs withstand!
verse 12 For Thou'rt our King of old; from Thee
The World's Salvation flows:
To Thee its ancient Liberty
Poor jacob's Portion owes.
verse 13 From Thee, of old, the parting Seas
With sudden Haste recoil'd
And Israel, marching through, with Ease
The ransack'd Ocean spoil'd.
verse 14 'Twas there the furious Monarch's Heat,
In mighty Waters, dy'd:
Nor would the rolling Waves retreat
From Pharaoh's haughty Pride.
The King, his Lords, his Troops were thrown
Around the Purp'e Shore;
A Prey to Wolves and Vultures grown,
But to be fear'd no more.
verse 15 Thy Word unseal'd the Springs, and made
The Rocks their Waters yield:
And through old Jordan's Bosom laid
A spacious, Sandy Field.
verse 16 Thou bid'st the smiling Morning rise,
And draw'st the gloomy Night;
And mak'st the Sun adorn the Skies,
The Moon advance her Light.
verse 17 Thy Hand has six'd Earth's utmost Bounds,
With winding Seas embrac'd:
And Heat, and Cold, in Yearly Rounds,
Thy wondrous Wisdom plac'd.
verse 18 Such were thy wondrous Acts of old:
O now revive the same!
Since Foes in Scorn thy Wisdom hold,
And Fools blaspheme thy Name.

Part 3.

verse 19 Thy mournful Turtle, Lord, no more
To cruel Hands resign;
Nor pass the poor Afflicted o'er,
As if they ne'er were thine.
verse 20 Thy ancient Covenant re-call,
With our bless'd Fathers made;
For Rapine now our Quarters all,
And barb'rous Force invade.
verse 21 To Thee alone thy Suff'rers cry;
Dear Lord, remove their Shame;
And, though in Woes and Poverty,
They'll still exalt thy Name.
verse 22 Rise, Lord! thine own great Cause maintain!
Think how the scoffing Crew,
How Fools each Day, with deep Disdain,
Thy glorious Name pursue.
verse 23 Ok, ne'er forget th' insulting Voice;
Of thy triumphant Foes!
Who Thee, with fierce advancing Noise,
And growing Spice, oppose.
To Eathen, Holy Ghost, and son,
One God, in Persons Three,
Be Glory paid, and Homage done,
Through all Eternity.

PSAL. lxxv.

verse 1 To Thee, great God, to thee,
We offer Thanks and Praise
Thy Gpodness We so near us fee,
In all thy wond'rous Ways.
verse 2 When I, at thy Command,
The Royal Crown shall wear
Through all the Land my righteous Hand
With Justice shall appear.
verse 3 See what Convulsions shake
The Tribes, and all the Lands!
And when they shake, I only make
Its Pillars firmly stand.
verse 4 I said to Fools, of old,
O cast your Follies by!
I Sinners told, O be n't so bold,
Nor set your Horns on high!
verse 5 Ne'er set your Horns so high,
With such a softy State;
Nor stubbornly your God defy;
Nor so perversely prate:
verse 6 For Pow'r and great Renown,
Not Chance, but God bestows:
verse 7 He gives the Crown, and he casts down
Who Justice only knows.
verse 8 Ne'er strive, with God to fight;
He holds the deadly Bowl!
The dreadful Sight may well affright
The wretched guilty Soul.
What horrid Drugs compound
The Crimson baleful Draught!
The Nations round, as guilty found,
To th' very Dregs are brought.
verse 9 But still I'll praife the Lord;
To Jacob's God I'll sing:
And my sharp Sword; o'er those abhorr'd
For wicked Actions, bring.
verse 10 I'll make their Stiffness bend,
While a'l the Just around,
Through God, their Freind, shall high ascend,
With Mirth and Glory crown'd

Psal. lxxvj. as the 148th. or as Mr. Sandys's 47 t•

verse 1 GOD's Name in Judah's known,
It's great in Israel:
verse 2 His House in Salem's shown;
His Smiles on Sion dwell;
verse 3 For there his Stroke,
Swords, Bows and Shields,
For Martial Fields,
And Arrows broke.
verse 4 Thy glorious Name's more bright
Than theirs, whose num'rous Bands
In Violence delight,
And spoil their Neighbours Lands;
Who proudly boast,
No Force can stay
Their conqu'ring Way,
Or guard our Coast.
verse 5 But Desolation now
Their daring Hearts attends;
And on each drowsie Brow
An heavy Sleep descends.
The Men of Might
Grope but in vain,
Their Swords to gain,
In that dark Night.
verse 6 At thy Rebuke they fall;
And Horse and Charriot lie,
Profoundly bury'd all,
In one deep Lethargy.
verse 7 Thou, only Thou,
Deserv'st our Fear:
For, who can bear
Thy angry Brow?
verse 8 When we thy Judgments heard,
With Terrours from the Sky,
The World, to what it fear'd,
Submitted si ently.
verse 9 Then God arose,
To fave and seek
The patient Meek,
And crush their Foes.
verse 10 Man's hottest Wrath thy Name,
Great God of Hosts, shall praise:
And though the raging Flame,
With spreading Fury, blaze;
Yet fuddenly
Their Rage, restrain'd
By thy just Hand,
Shall sink, and die.
verse 11 Ye who the Lord adore,
Your Vows before him lay;
And what was vow'd before,
With grateful Gladness; pay.
To that great King,
Whose angry Brow
Aws all below,
Your Off'ring bring.
verse 12 For his victorious Arm,
With unresisted Force,
Fierce, Monarchs shall disarm,
And stop their head-strong Course
His Awful Frown
Strange Terrour brings
On Earthly Kings,
And casts them down.

Another Metre, applied to our own Cases in this Nation.

verse 1 GOD's Name i'th' British Isles is known,
And is in England great:
verse 2 Bless'd England is his happy Throne,
His highly favour'd Seat.
verse 3 Here, with his pow'rful Arm, He broke
The Bow, the Sword, the Shield:
His Word alone, without a Stroke,
Secur'd the Martial-Field.
Though mighty Tyrants mighty Edme
With Scandal mix'd, may gain,
Yet, Lord, thy more illustrious Name
No base Reproach can stain.
verse 5 But sudden Desolations now
Those daring Hearts pursue;
And Sleep on ev'ry drowsie Brow
Distils its weighty Dew.
In vain, alas! the Man of Might
Dreams o'er his former Broils:
In vain i'th Dark he strives to fight,
And for a Conquest toils.
verse 6 At thy Rebuke, great God, they fall;
And Horse and Chariots lie
Confounded quite, and bury'd All
In one deep Lethargy.
verse 7 Thou, only Thou, art justly fear'd:
Thy Fury, who can stand?
verse 8 VVhen we thy Heav'nly Judgment heard,
It hush'd the trembling Land.
verse 9 VVhen God, the patient Meek to save,
VVith Rising Judgment reign'd,
verse 10 To Him Man's Rage new Glories gave,
And He their VVrath restrain'd.
verse 11 O ye, who Britain's Lord adore,
Your Vows before him lay!
And what your just Engagements bore,
VVith grateful Gladness pay
verse 12 Your Off'rings make to Him, whose Frown
Resistless Terrour brings;
Bold Princes daunts, and batters down
The proudest Earthly Kings.

PSAL. lxxvij.

verse 1 TO God I cry'd, I strongly cry'd;
And He receiv'd my Pray'r.
The Lord, when by Afflictions try'd,
I sought with earnest Care.
verse 2 All Night my wretched Soul was pain'd,
With mighty Woes oppress'd;
And Sorrows, unresisted, reign'd
In my afflicted Breast.
verse 3 On God I fix'd my thoughtful Mind,
But was perplex'd the more:
My Soul, to sad Complaints resign'd,
Its Burthen hardly bore.
verse 4 Thy Terrours hold my wakeful Eyes,
And banish needful Sleeps.
My wretched Soul Grief's strange Surprize
In heavy silence keeps.
verse 5 I all my former Years survey'd,
Those happy Days of old:
Those Songs, in better Seasons made,
Which God's great Name extoll'd.
Distractions still, by Nights, by Days,
Confus'd my weary'd Mind:
I mus'd, and sought the secret Ways
Of Providence to find,
verse 7 But still unsatisfy'd, Icry'd,
"Is God for ever gone?
"8 Will God his Presence always hide,
"His former Loves disown?
"9 What! Are his Days of Mercy past?
"His sacred Promise void?
"His Smiles with angry Clouds o'er-cast?
"His Goodness all destroy'd?
verse 10 At last, I said, "My Follies all,
"These faithless Thoughts create,
"But God can yet my Hopes recall,
"And change my mournful State,

Part 2.

verse 11 I'le now thy ancient Actions, Lord,
Thy Miracles of old.
verse 12 And all thy wondrous Works record,
Thy wise Designs unfold.
verse 13 Thy Ways, tho' dark to Humane Eyes,
Are holy, Lord, and pure.
What God with Thee in Greatness vyes,
Or can thy Frowns endure,
verse 14 Thy Works so many Wonders are,
Thy Might the Nations know.
verse 15 Thy Arms blest Freedoms welcome Air,
On Jacob's Race bestow.
verse 16 The Waters, Lord, the Waters saw
Thy Face, ami parting fled. The Deeps with one prodigious flaw
Display'd their sandy Bed.
verse 17 The Land unceasing Rains o're-flow'd,
At thy commanding Voice,
The pointed Lightnings went abroad,
With Thunders roaring noise.
verse 18 Thy ratling Thunders roar'd around,
And streaks of dismal Light
Shot thro' the Air; the trembling ground
Quak'd With the dreadful fright.
verse 19 Thy Road was thro' the Seas; thy way
Thro' mighty Waters made,
Thy secret Paths could none survey,
Or where thy steps were laid.
verse 20 Moses and Aaron thro' the Deep,
And trackles Deserts lead
Thy Tribes, and them, like tender sheep,
Securely kept and fed.

PSAL. lxxviij.

MY People mark my Precepts well,
Your Ears to my Discourses bow,
verse 2 My mouth shall weighty Matters tell,
And Truths obscure and ancient show.
verse 3 Which we their happy Sons have known,
From what our hoary Fathers told.
verse 4 That we with Praise to all our own,
Might God's miraculous Acts unfold.
verse 5 God gave his Laws to Jacob's race,
And bade our Fathers teach their Seed,
verse 6 That each descending Age might trace
His Will, and his Injunctions heed.
verse 6 That so his sacred Worship might,
Unmix'd from Age to Age descend.
verse 7 All trust in God, and with delight,
His Works declare, his Laws attend.
verse 8 That they their Father's Guilt might fly,
Whose Hearts perversly false rebell'd,
Let God's prodigious Wonders dy,
And neither Faith nor Conscience held.
verse 9 What broke arm'd Ephraim's Archers? what
So turn'd their coward Backs in fight?
verse 10 God's Covenant they quite forgot,
And from his Laws began their flight.
verse 11 They soon forgot his tender Care,
And all his mighty Wonders shown;
verse 12 Which AEgpt's Ruines still declare,
And Zoan's sields have dearly known.

Part 2

verse 13 He led them thro' the parted Seas,
While all the crouding Waters gaz'd,
verse 14 His Cloud by Day contriv'd their ease,
By Night bright Flames before them blaz'd
verse 15 He burst the desert Rocks, and thence
Sweet Waters as from Fountains drew,
verse 16 Made Springs from stubborn Flints commence,
Which soon to spacious Rivers grew.
verse 17 Yet they, who saw it, trespass'd still
And in a Desart hungry Land,
verse 18 Ask'd Meat aloud to eat their fill.
Yet question'd God's Almighty Hand.
verse 19 To urge his Wrath, the faithless Crew,
Thus, with a taunting boldness, said,
"Can God his Wonders here renew?
"Full Tables in a Desert spread?
verse 20 "He smote the stony Rocks indeed,
"And out the wholesom Waters broke:
"But can his Magick Rod proceed,
"Will Bread and Flesh attend the stroke?
verse 21 With Anger God their murmurings heard,
And at them soon his Fury smok'd,
verse 22 When Israel's feed so false appear'd,
And faithless Fools their God provok'd.

Part 3.

verse 23 To try them more, He bade the Skies,
From their unbounded Treasures rain,
verse 24 Streight heavenly Wheat before them lyes,
And tastful Manna fills the Plain.
verse 25 The Bread of Angels there they find;
To glut their hungry Appetite.
verse 26 Then God commands the Eastern Wind,
And Southern fruitsul Gales excites.
verse 27 Less Dust in rapid Whirlwinds flies.
verse 28 Then Flesh within their Trenches rain'd,
Less Sand around the Ocean lies,
Then Fowls about their Tents remain'd.
verse 29 They fdd, and fill'd themselves, and He,
On them their utmost wish bestow'd:
verse 30 But they no inward Guilt could see,
Nor feel their Lusts confounding load,
verse 31 Hence, e'er their Meat was down, their Pride
God with a dismal blast surpriz'd,
Their noblest Youth, and Princes dy'd,
All to his Anger sacrific'd.
verse 32 Yet unreclaim'd from sinful Ways,
They'd still his wondrous VVorks oppose,
verse 33 And He confum'd their Years and Days,
In sading Joys, and Jasting VVoes,
verse 34 If Death among their Armies flew,
For God they'd seek, to God they'd fly,
verse 35 Then God was all their Strength they knew,
Their great Redeemer, God most high.
verse 36 Their God with fawning Tongues they prov'd
VVith lying lips to Him they pray'd,
verse 37 But still their Hearts perversly mov'd,
Their Hearts their faithless VVorks betray'd.
verse 38 Yet He forgave their Sins, and spar'd,
Their Tribes, and laid his Anger by;
verse 39 He knew they common Frailties shiar'd,
VVould quickly change, and quickly dy.

Part 4.

verse 40 How oft in desert Lands they mov'd,
And urg'd, and vex'd his Heav'nly mind!
verse 41 How oft, relaps'd, his Patience prov'd,
And Israel's Holy God confin'd!
verse 42 They quite forgot that powerful Hand,
VVinch them from slavish Bonds redeem'd,
verse 43 VVhen Zoan's Field, and AEgypt's Land
VVith dreadful Signs and VVonders teem'd.
verse 44 How He their p'easant VVaters chang'd,
To nauseous Blood, and mystick Gore,
verse 45 Mix'd Swarms in all their Quarters rang'd,
And Frogs their Royal Chambers bore.
verse 46 Their Fruit-trees blasting VVhirlwinds peel'd
And Locusts all their Toils enjoy'd,
verse 47 Their Vines, Figs, Cattel, and the Field,
verse 48 Hot storms of fiery Hail destroy'd.
verse 49 Since still the stubborn Land rebel'd,
VVith fiercer flames his Fury glow'd;
And as his burning Fury fwell'd,
The Coals malignant Angels blow'd.
Thick thro' the solid Dark they flew,
With horrid shrieks, and dismal Cries,
And laid Hell's end ess Pains in view,
Before their Intellectual Eyes.
No Torch, no Star, no Middays Beams,
No peaceful Thought, no comforts Light,
But Ghosts with frightful Howls and Screams,
Could pierce th' unfathomable Night.
No sleep could feal their labouring Eyes,
But dreadful Dreams of following Woes,
And roaring Storms, and rattling Skies,
And trembling Earths convulsive throws.

Part 5.

verse 50 While thus with weighty Gloom o're thrown,
Lost AEgypt lay; God's dreadful Hand,
Heavy with ripening Vengeance grown,
Does newer Wounds and Plagues command.
Now a thick pestilential Air,
Is rais'd from late corrupted Gore,
And sullen Stars malignant glare,
And Locusts rotting round the shore.
From Fens and Bogs, and poisonous Lakes,
And what rank venemous Weeds produce,
From Scorpions, Basilisks and Snakes,
And Toads and Hemlocks baleful Juice.
All these in One, with deadly skill,
Infernal Spirits temper sure;
That every Atomes force may kill,
And neither Art, nor Nature, cure.
Out streight commanded Michael flies,
A thousand Spirits round him wait,
And on his Spear the mixture tries,
And loads it with resistless Fate.
verse 51 No wretched Shed, nor homely Stall,
Where Men repos'd, or Beasts were laid,
But Death at once attack'd 'em all,
And one continued Slaughter made.
The first-born Prince, the first-born Slave,
Of Flocks and Herds the Firstlings dy'd,
Each Floor assign'd its Heir a Grave,
Each Roof entomb'd its Owner's pride.
With dying Shrieks, and Groans, and Cries,
The frighted Hills and Walls resound,
All AEgypt now in mourning lies,
In Sorrows boundless Ocean drown'd.

Part 6.

verse 52 But while Heaven's warlike Prince at large,
Thus ravag'd all the sinful Land,
God of his Israel took the Charge,
And led them with a gentler Hand.
verse 53 He was their Shepherd, He their Guide,
His Flock, his own Peculiars they,
His Care their growing Wants supply'd,
And led them safely all the Day.
Those Foes, who, with a furious Will
Pursu'd, beneath the Seas He drown'd;
verse 54 And brought them to his Holy Hill,
With his protecting Presence crown'd.
verse 55 He all the Nations round expel'd,
And gave their Lands to Jacob's Race;
Who, then their Towns fecurely held,
And in their Cities took their place.
verse 56 Yet still they tempted God, and still
To Anger mov'd their mighty Lord,
Nor would their holy Vows fulfil,
But his Commands, and Laws, abhorr'd.
verse 57 They sinn'd, as all their Fathers us'd,
And like an ill-set Bow they broke.
verse 58 Their Lord with graven Gods abus'd,
Which might his jealous Rage provoke.
Each lofty Hill, each shady Grove,
They with their gaudy Idols fill'd,
Against their Maker boldly strove,
And there their Sacrifices kill'd.
verse 59 God heard of all; his Anger slam'd,
And off th' ingrateful Nation threw,
verse 60 And Shilo's Holy Place disclaim'd,
That Ark which once his Glories knew,

Part 7.

verse 61 Now God, their Strength, and all their Pride,
Resign'd to their insulting Foes.
verse 62 Who with their Blood their Jave'ins dy'd,
And fil'd his Heritage with Woes.
verse 63 Hot feverish flames their Youth consum'd,
Their mateless Virgins, Virgins dy'd.
verse 64 Altars their mangled Priests entomb'd,
Their own sad Widow's Tears deny'd.
verse 65 Thus Justice rang'd the Field; at last,
On Golden Wings bright Mercy rose;
And God, his hotter Fury past,
Made Love her ancient Smiles disclose.
Like some fierce Giant, rous'd from Sleep,
Or high with sprightly Wines inflam'd;
verse 66 God struck his Foes; their Wounds were deep;
And their Eternal Shame proclaim'd.
verse 67 Yet, for their Sins, He Joseph's Fields,
And, Ephrain's Tribe, though fruitful, scorns:
verse 68 His Rest more happy Judah yields;
His House lov'd Sion's Mount adorns.
verse 69 There high his lofty Turrets rise,
And all the Town beneath command:
And deep the vast Foundaticm lies;
As Rocks, the solid Buildings stand.
verse 70 Then from his Sheep, and meaner Cares,
verse 71 Our God, his Servant David takes;
And him his Israel's King declares,
His holy Nation's Pastor makes.
verse 72 That nobler Flock, with faithful Art,
He watches, feeds, and safely folds;
And with an upright, prudent Heart,
Our happy Church and State upholds.

PSAL. lxxix. As the 130th.

verse 1 LOrd, the Heathen-Troops have spoil'd,
Thy bless'd lnheritance;
And thy holy House desil'd,
And still their Arms advance.
Salem's Walls on Heaps are laid:
verse 2 Thy murther'd Servants lie,
Preys to Wolves and Vultures made,
Beneath the open Sky.
verse 3 See a spacious Crimson Flood,
By dying Martyrs shed:
Salem's Streets, with flowing Blood,
And mangled Corpses spread.
verse 4 Jacob's Tribes, alas! are grown
Their nearest Neighbour's Scorn;
Out to vile Derision thrown,
By cruel Scoffs o'er born.
verse 5 Ah; how long, dear Lord! how long
Shall thy fierce Fury burn!
verse 6 O, on all the Godless Throng
Thy weighty Vengeance turn!
Let the Gentile-Nations all,
Who ne'er acknowledge Thee,
Underneath thy Judgments fall,
And just Severitie.
verse 7 They, with cruel Teeth, devour
Poor Jacob's wretched Race;
And Destruction's Tempest pour
On Israel's Dwelling-place.
verse 8 All our Sins, bless'd God, forgive,
And speedy Mercy show;
For by Thee alone we live,
Though now reduc'd so low.

Part 2.

verse 9 Lord, to our Assistance fly;
From Thee our Safety springs:
Honour to thy Name, Most High,
Such Saving Mercy, brings.
verse 10 Why, Ô why should Heathens cry,
"Now where's their mighty God?
Let them now the Lashes try
Of thy revenging Rod!
Grant that, Lord, our longing Eyes
Thy just Revenge may see!
While the Blood of Martyrs cries
So loud, great God, to Thee!
verse 11 Let the Pris'ners Sighs ascend
Before thy Majesty
And with mighty Pow'r defend
The Souls, condemn'd to die.
verse 12 To our Neighbours, Lord, repay
Their base, reproachful Spite;
Such who in the Scorners Way,
And Blasphemies, delight.
verse 13 So shall we, thy Flock, thy Sheep,
For ever praise thy Name;
And, through endless Ages keep
Thy everlasting Fame.

Or thus,

verse 1 DEar Lord, the Heathen Bands have spoil'd
Thy bless'd Inheritance;
And have thy holy House defil'd,
And still their Arms advance.
Poor Salem's Walls in Heaps are laid:
Thy murther'd Servants lie,
As Preys to Wolves and Vultures made,
Beneath the open Sky.
verse 3 See, Lord, a spacious Crimson Flood,
By dying Martyrs shed;
And Salem's Street's, with flowing Blood,
And mangled Corpses spread.
verse 4 Sad Jacob's Tribes, alas! are grown
Their barb'rous Neighbours Scorn;
And to Derision vilely thrown,
By cruel Scoffs o'er-born.
verse 5 But, ah! how long, dear Lord! how long
Shall thy fierce Furies burn!
verse 6 At last, on all the Godless Throng
Thy weighty Vengeance turn!
O let the Gentile Nations all,
Who ne'er acknowledge Thee,
Beneath thy heavy Judgments fall,
And just Severity!
verse 7 For they with cruel Teeth devour
Poor Jacob's wretched Race;
And total Desolation pour
On Israel's Dwelling-place.
verse 8 O all our, Sins, bless'd Lord, forgive,
And speedy Mercy show;
For by thy Mercy, Lord, we live,
Though now reduc'd so low.

Part 2.

verse 9 Now, Lord, to our Assistance fly;
From Thee our Safety springs:
For G'ory to thy Name, Most High,
Such saving Mercy brings.
verse 10 And why, Ô why, should Heathens cry,
"Now where's their boasted God?
Let them too all the Scourges try
Of thy revenging Rod!
Permit, bless'd Lord, our longing Eyes
Thy just Revenge to see!
While yet the Blood oiF Martyrs cries
So loud, great God, to Thee!
verse 11 O let the Pris'ners Sighs ascend
Before thy Majesty!
And with Almighty Pow'r defend
The Souls condemn'd to die.
verse 12 And to our Neighbours, Lord, repay
Their base reproachful Spite,
To such as in the Scorners Way,
And Blasphemies delight.
verse 13 And so shall we, thy Flock, thy Sheep,
For ever praise thy Name;
And through Eternal Ages keep
Alive thy glorious Fame.

PSAL. lxxx.

verse 1 HEar, gracious Shepherd! Thou, whose Love,
Like Flocks, thy Israel guides!
Shine forth, Ô Thou, whose Strength above
The Cherubs Wings resides!
verse 2 Before our drooping Nation, rouze,
Great God, thy wondrous Might;
And with thy saving Strength espouse
Thy ancient People's Right!
verse 3 Change, Lord,, Ô change our mournful State,
And let thy Beams Divine,
Our Health and Safety to create,
With doubled Lustre shine.
verse 4 How long, great God of Hosts, shall we
Thy Fury's Heat sustain?
How long thy People, Lord, to Thee
Address their Pray'rs in vain?
verse 5 Tears are our Meat, our Drink is Tears;
verse 6 When they our Spoils divide,
Our Neighbours quarrel; and our Fears
Malicious Foes deride.
verse 7 Change, Lord, Ô change our mournful State;
And let thy Beams Divine,
Our Health and Safety to create,
With doubled Lustre shine!

Part 2.

verse 8 Of old, from Egypt's fruitful Soil,
Thy Hands a Vine remov'd;
And made the Ganaanites recoil;
And here the Plant improv'd.
verse 9 Large was its Room, and large its Root,
Through all the Country spread:
And with the weighty Purple Fruit,
It bow'd its noble Head.
verse 10 Its Shade the Mountains cover'd o'er;
Its Arms, like Cedars stood:
verse 11 Down to the Seas its Branches bore,
And reach'd Euphrates Flood.
verse 12 Oh, why are all her Fences gone?
Her Fruits by all destroy'd?
verse 13 Her Roots by Forest-Boars o'erthrown,
And savage Beasts annoy'd?
verse 14 Turn, Lord of Hosts! Ô turn at last!
And, from thy lofty Skies,
On thy poor Vineyard, void, and waste,
O cast thy gentler Eyes!
verse 15 The Vineyard which thy mighty Hand
In Canaan planted first;
And made its Branches strongly stand,
By Peace and Favour nurs'd.
verse 16 But now the Boughs are scorch'd, the Trunk
By cruel Hands cut down:
Thy People's Hopes and Vigour sunk
Beneath thy angry Frown.
verse 17 Smile, Lord! Ô turn thy gracious Eyes
On him that's rais'd by Thee,
With Strength to ease our Miseries,
And set the Bond-men free!
verse 18 So we'll no more from Thee decline,
Nor thy Commands transgress:
Our Hopes, our Lives, shall all be thine;
Thy Name we'll daily bless.
verse 19 Change, Lord, Ô change our mournful State,
And let thy Beams Divine,
Our Health and Safety to create,
With doubled Lustre shine.

Psal.1xxxj. As the 100th, or Mr. Sandys's 8th.

verse 1 TO God, our Strength, your Voices raise!
Aloud the God of Jacob praise!
verse 2 A Psalm to th' merry Timbrel suit,
The pleasant Harp, or charming Lute.
verse 3 The Moon her Infant-Horns displays:
Let's feast on these appointed Days;
And with the shriller Trumpet's Voice,
In God, our Strength, our King, rejoice.
verse 4 For this, by his supream Commands,
A Statute firm in Jacob stands;
A Monument of Love, since He
From Egypt's Bondage set them free.
There we, when God, our Help, appear'd,
An unknown, awful Language heard.
verse 6 "Through Me, said God, thy Burthen ceas'd;
"And I thy Hands from Pots releas'd.
verse 7 "Thou pray'dst in suff'ring Times to me;
"And I, in Mercy, answer'd thee
"From the dark Closets of the Sky,
"Where Thunder's secret Treasures lie.
"At Meribah thy native Pride
"I with-prodigious Waters try'd.
verse 8 "Hear then, my People; hear the Law,
"Which I, for thy Direction, draw.

Part 2.

verse 9 "With thee no Foreign God shall be:
"To such thou ne'er shalt bend the Knee;
"To such no guilty Worship pay,
"Nor Off rings on their Altars lay.
verse 10 "For I'm the Lord, thy God; my Hand
"First led thee out from Egypt's Land.
"Let me thy largest Wishes know,
"My Gifts shall still as largely flow.
verse 11 "But they, my People, disobey'd;
"And Israel no Submissions paid:
"Their Hearts no kindest Acts could gain;
"No Love, their wandring Steps restrain.
verse 12 "I then the wilful Fools resign'd,
"To Ways to which their Hearts inclin'd,
"Such Ways as they'd themselves invent;
"At once their Crime, and Punishment.
verse 13 "Oh, had my People wisely weigh'd
"My Laws, and my Commands obey'd,
verse 14 "My Hand had quickly humbl'd those
"Who durst their thriving State oppose.
verse 15 "Those Men who durst affront their Lord,
"Had been, as Lyars, all abhorr'd
"Consum'd, destroy'd, and bury'd quite
"In dark Oblivion's gloomy Night.
"But Israel, of my Love posses'd,
"Had been to endless Ages bless'd.
verse 16 "Their Bellies purest Wheats had fill'd;
"And Honey from the Rocks distill'd.
To Father, Spirit, Son, bless'd' Three,
One only God, one Trinity,
As is, as was e'er Time begun,
Be Praise, and endless Homage done. Amen.

Another Metre: Proper Tune.

verse 1 A Loud to God, our Strength, aloud,
With chearful Voices sing!
To Jacob's God, through all the Croud,
Let hearty Praises ring!
verse 2 A Psalm to merry Notes compose,
And let the Timbrels sound!
While pleasant Harps their Sweets disclose,
And Lutes maintain the Round!
verse 3 See where the Moon her Horns displays,
With Infant-Beauty dress'd!
Your solemn Joys with Trumpets raise,
At that appointed Feast.
verse 4 For this your God ordain'd of old
To Israel's faithfol Race:
And we must still the Laws, enroll'd
By Jacob's God, embrace.
verse 5 This was to them, from Bondage clear'd,
His Pledge of endless Love,
When they an unknown Language heard
From rending Clouds above.
verse 6 "Thy Shoulders I, said God, releas'd,
"And made from Labours free:
"Through me thy weary'd Fingers ceas'd
"From Bricks and Slavery.
verse 7 "To Me thou pray'dst, and I appear'd,
"And ready Aids apply'd:
"And thee, through gloomy Thunders heard,
"At Massab's Waters trv'd.
verse 8 "Hear me, my dearest People! hear!
"To thee I'll testifie:
"If Israel's Race my Words can bear,
"And with my Laws comply.
"Thy Seed no other God shall own;
"No Sacrifice allow
"To Gods by other Nations known,
"Nor to their Idols bow.
verse 10 I only live; thy Lord, thy God,
"Who thee from Egypt freed:
"And I'll my largest Stores afford,
"To serve thy utmost Need.
verse 11 "But they, my People, careless, all
"My just Commands refus'd:
"My Israel from their Vows could fall,
"And all my Loves abus'd.
verse 12 "So I their Slight with Slight repay'd,
"And let the Fools pursue
"Their foolish Ways; and as they stray'd,
"Returnrd their Wages due.
verse 13 "Oh, had my People's Thoughtless Seed
"my kind Advice obey'd;
"Nor, by their own false Hearts mis-led,
"From Ways of Wisdom stray'd!
verse 14 "I then had quickly crush'd their Foes,
"And turn'd my dreadful Hand
"Against the wretched Heads of those
Who durst against them stand!
verse 15 "God's Haters soon had sunk, betray'd
"By Lyes themselves had fram'd:
"But Mine had been a Nation made,
"Through endless Ages fam'd.
verse 16 "I had their hungry Souls supply'd,
"With Wheat's pure Fatness fill'd;
"And them with Honey satisfy'd,
"From flowing Rocks distill'd.

PSAL. lxxxij.

verse 1 GOD sits the Judge, where mighty Kings
Their secret Counsels hold:
verse 2 How dare ye then unrighteous Things,
And wicked Laws uphold?
verse 3 The Weak, the Orphans Cause decide;
Th' afflicted Soul relieve:
verse 4 The Poor, by long Oppressions try'd,
From Wicked Hands retrieve.
verse 5 To Fools, alas! I vainly speak,
Who on in Darkness reel;
Through whom Earth's strong Foundations break,
Apd strange Convulsions feel.
verse 6 I've said, "You all are Gods, and all
"The Sons of God, most High;
verse 7 "But must like meaner Princes fall,
"Like common Mortals die.
verse 8 Arise! thy Justice, Lord, declare!
And o'er the World advance!
For all the scatter'd Nations are
Thy just Inheritance.

PSAL. lxxxiij.

verse 1 LOrd, unconcern'd no longer prove,
Nor wrap'd in Silence lie:
verse 2 Our Foes, who hate Thee, siercely move,
And bear their Heads on high.
verse 3 Against thy People all combin'd.
Their secret Counsels take;
And those who thy Protection find,
Their hated Objects make.
verse 4 "Come on! they cry; let Israel bear
"No more a Nation's Name!
"Let's from Time's largest Records tear
"Their long-detested Claim!
verse 5 In Mischief thus their Hearts agree,
And horrid Plots design;
Leagu'd in a strong Conspiracy,
Against thy self, and thine.
verse 6 See, Lord, What Tents o'er-spread the Field,
Where Edom takes his Place;
What Bands fierce Moab's Countries yield,
And Agar's slavish Race!
verse 7 Gebal and Amnon's Companies
Curs'd Amalek commands;
And Palestine's Battalion lies,
With Tyre's assisting Bands.
verse 8 With these, proud Assur's Forces join,
And Ammon's Side embrace;
And Desolations all design
On Abraham's faithful Race.

Part 2.

verse 9 Bless'd Lord, for us at last appear;
And let thy daring Foes
The Lot of ruin'd Midian bear,
Who durst the Saints oppose;
As Sisera's and Jabin's Hosts,
Near Kishon's Torrents dy'd,
verse 10 In Endor slain; and all the Coasts
With Blood, for Dung, supply'd.
verse 11 Let all their Valiant Captains slain,
With Zeeb and O reb, dwell
Where Zeba's and Zalmunna's Train,
With all their Princes, fell,
verse 12 For thus the boasting Wrethes said,
"Come, let's at once go seize
"The Tents their God inhabited,
"His sacred Palaces!
verse 13 Lord, hurl them off, as Chaff before
The rapid Whirlwind flies:
verse 14 As Flames through ancient Forests roar,
Or Mountain-Shrubs surprize;
verse 15 So them with fiercest Storms pursue,
With Tempests terrifie!
verse 16 Till they with Shame their Errours view,
And to thy Service fly!
verse 17 Else let them all confounded lie,
Crush'd with Eternal Shame;
And know God only rules on high,
By Great Jehovah's Name.

PSAL. lxxxiv.

verse 1 AH, how my Soul thy Dwelling-place,
Great Lord of Hosts admires!
Ah, how thy Courts, thy glorious Face,
My longing Soul desires!
verse 2 In Thee, the God of Life, alone,
My Flesh, my Heart rejoice
To see thy sacred Earthly Throne,
And hear thy Heav'nly Voice.
verse 3 Around each House the Sparrows find.
The Swallows build their Nests;
Where, with their yet unfeather'd Kind,
The Dam in Safety rests.
But, ah, thine Altars! wretched I
Near them no more can sing,
While, banish'd from thy House, I sly,
Dear Lord, my God, my King!
verse 4 Ah, happy Souls! who in thy House
Can live, and praise thy Name!
verse 5 Whose Arms thy Heav'nly strength endows;
Whose Hearts thy Ways can frame!
verse 6 Though through the Vail of Tears they go,
Their Eyes with Sorrows drown'd;
Yet Blessings on their Teachers slow,
With Fruit their Pains are crown'd.
verse 7 From Strength to Strength, from Grace to Grace,
Th' improving Learners go;
Till them the God of Gods embrace,
And Rest on them bestow.

Part 2.

verse 8 My Pray'r, great God of Hosts, receive,
And kind Affistance bring:
verse 9 Consider, O our Shie'd; relieve
Thy once anointed King!
verse 10 For in thy Courts, one Day appears
More bless'd, more swoet to me,
Than could a Thousand Thousand Years,
At any Distance, be.
I'd rather keep thy Temple's Door,
And fiod thy Presence there;
Than in a Palace reign secure,
Where Sins uncheck'd appear.
verse 11 For God, their Sun, their Shield, to those
Will Grace and Glory give,
Who with his Laws sincerely close,
And on Obedience live.
verse 12 Happy, ô happy that good Man,
Great Lord of Hosts, must be,
Who, through all Worldly Changes, can
Unmov'dly trust in Thee!
To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
Ono God, in persons Three,
Be Glory paid, and Homage done,
Through all Eternity.

PSAL. lxxxv.

verse 1 THY Favours, Lord, have kind at last
To Israel's Captives been;
verse 2 And all thy People's Follies past,
And cover'd all their Sin.
verse 3 Thy gentler Thoughts, with tender Love,
Thy Jealous Furies eas'd:
And He who pleads for us above,
Has all thy Wrath appeas'd.
verse 4 To us, ô God, our Saviour, now
From Anger kindly turn!
Some Limits to thy Wrath allow,
Which, else, would always burn.
verse 5 On us, dear God, new Life bestow,
To us new Vigour give;
verse 6 That we our Joys in Thee may show,
And in thy Favour live.
verse 7 To us thy Mercy, Lord, extend,
And thy Salvation show!
verse 8 What God shall answer, I'll attend,
Who will his Peace bestow
On all his own: His Saints shall find
The Sweets of Heav'nly Peace,
When they, from Sin's foul Dross refin'd,
From careless Follies cease.
God's kind Salvation's always nigh
The Wise, who fear his Name;
That Glory o'er our Land may fly,
And raise our ancient Fame.
Kind Peace and Righteousness embrace,
And Truth and Mercy close:
Truth springs from Earth; from Heav'n, her Face
Impartial Justice shows.
All Good on us shall God bestow,
Our Land shall fruitful prove:
And Justice, with a wondrous Flow,
Before his Face shall move:
While we, who err'd so oft before,
Bless'd with so sure a Guide,
From God shall never wander more,
But in his Paths abide.

Another Metre: As the old 125th, proper Tune.

BLess'd Lord, thy kinder Thoughts at last
Did Jacob's Captive-Tribes restore:
And, all the People's Follies past.
Their Sins with Mercies cover'd o'er;
Thy Jealous Furies eas'd,
And all thy Wrath appeas'd.
To us, ô God, our Saviour, now,
From thy tempestuous Anger, turn!
Shall thy fierce Wrath no Bounders know,
But through Eternal Ages burn?
Us, Lord, again revive,
And in thy Joys we live!
To us thy Mercy, Lord, extend!
To us thy bless'd Salvation show!
To God's kind Answer I'll attend;
For Peace he'll on his Saints bestow.
His Servants shall have Peace
When they from Follies cease.
verse 9 To pious Men Salvation's near,
That Glory may possess the Land.
verse 10 Mercy and Truth conjoin'd appear;
And Peace and Justice, Hand in Hand.
verse 11 From Earth, Truth; from the Sky,
Fair Justice casts her Eye.
verse 12 Our God on us shall Good bestow.
Our happy Land shall fruitful prove;
verse 13 And Justice, with a wondrous Flow,
Before his glorious Presence move.
And we, with such a Guide,
Shall in his Paths abide.

PSAL. lxxxvj.

verse 8 LOrd, to my Pray'r thine Ears incline,
For I'm distress'd, and poor!
verse 2 I'm wholly, Lord, and only thine:
Bless'd God, my Soul secure!
verse 3 My God, thy faithful Servant save,
Who hopes thy Grace to see:
Mercy, thy Mercy, Lord, I crave;
And daily cry to Thee.
verse 4 To Thee alone my Heart I raise:
O make my Soul rejoice!
verse 5 Love, Pardon, Mercy are thy Ways;
Thou hearst my humble Voice.
verse 6 Lord, hear my Pray'rs, receive my Cry,
verse 7 In Woes address'd to Thee!
verse 8 Thy Might, thy wondrous Works out-vye
The Gods of Vanity.
All Nations, whom thy Hands have made,
Shall fall before thy Face;
And, with pure Worship, duly pay'd,
Thy glorious Name embrace.
For Thou art God, thy Works are great;
Thy self art God alone!
To me, bless'd God, thy Ways repeat,
And make thy Doctrines known!
I'll walk in Truth; then, Lord, unite
My Heart to fear thy Name!
My Heart shall then thy Praise recite,
And all thy Praise proclaim.
Thy Mercy's great to me; from Hell
Thou brought'st my sinking Soul;
Though Tyrants at me proudly swell,
And would my Life control.
No Sence of Thee the Rebels show:
But Pity, Lord, we see,
Grace, Patience, Mercy, Truth, we know,
In plenty dwells with Thee.
To me, dear God, with Mercy turn!
Thy Strength on me bestow!
To him who's of thy Hand-maid born,
Thy kind Salvation show.
With me some Mark of Favour leave,
And shame my spiteful Foes,
When they thy Aid to me perceive,
And all thy Love disclose.

PSAL. lxxxvij. as the 113 th.

WHen God, in his All-searching Mind,
To fix his Church on Earth design'd,
Deep he her strong Foundations laid.
verse 2 But Sions Mount, that sacred Place.
(Tho' well He lov'd all Jacob's Race)
He his peculiar Darling made.
verse 3 How vastly wide, how wondrous high,
Shall thy Immortal Glories fly.
Blest City of th' Eternal King!
verse 4 When AEgypt, Assur Palestine,
And all th' Arabia's shall be thine,
And Vows to thy Protector bring!
Envy in Them no more shall reign,
But Saints to fill thy blissful Train,
Shall come from each converted Land.
verse 5 In Sion yet those Sons of Peace,
Shall more than other Lands encrease,
And in her God securely stand.
verse 6 When God shall all his Saints enrol,
The Gentiles Tribes shall fill the Scroul,
From Thee, blest God! our Joy shall spirit
verse 7 And all the Sons of Harmony,
Shall tune their chearful Strings to Thee,
And thy Eternal Praises sing.

PSAL. lxxxviij.

verse 1 BLest God of my Salvation! I
Call Day and Night to Thee,
verse 2 O hear my Prayer, accept my Cry,
And kindly answer me!
verse 3 My Soul alas! is fill'd with Woes,
The Grave attends my Fate.
verse 4 I'me left by Life and Sense, like those
Just in a dying state.
verse 5 Among the slaughter'd dead I ly,
Ith' Grave from Sorrows free,
Where Men thrust out from Memory,
Are cut from Earth by Thee,
verse 6 Down in the Pits unfathom'd Night,
Thou throw'st my trembling Soul,
verse 7 On me thy angry Judgments light,
And all thy Tempests roul.
verse 8 Thou mak'st my Friends aloof remain,
And less than Strangers kind,
Nor can I Liberty obtain.
By Chains of Hate confind.
verse 9 Whole Seas of Tears my mournful Eyes,
Thro' deep afflictions shed.
To thee I send my daily Cryes,
My Hands submissely spread.

Part 2.

verse 10 What? Shall thy mighty Works be shown,
Where Death triumphant Reigns?
The Dead to make thy Wonders known,
Shake off their Icy Chains?
verse 11 What? shall the Grave, the silent Tomb.
Advance thy Mercies Fame?
Or shall Destructions utmost Doom,
Thy Faithfulness proclaim?
verse 12 Or shall thy wordrous Works appear.
Where all thick Darkness hides?
Thy Righteousness be publish'd where
Forgetfulness presides?
verse 13 To Thee, dear Lord, I cry, to Thee
My morning Prayers are made.
verse 14 O why's my Soul cast off? to me
Thy Beams no more displaid?
verse 15 From my first Youth afflicted I
With constant weakness prest,
Have born thy Terrors constantly,
In my Distracted Breast,
verse 16 Like breaking Seas with mighty Force,
Thy Terrours bear me down.
verse 17 And with a vast united Course,
My baffled Comforts drown.
verse 18 Thou mak'st my Friends, who lov'd me too,
To mighty Distance fly,
And those I intimately knew,
In unknown Darkness ly.

PSAL., lxxxix, Metre first; as the 113th.

verse 1 I'Le ever sing thy Mercy Lord
Thy Truth from Age to Age record,
My Lips shall praise thy glorious Name,
verse 2 Thy Mercies everlasting are,
Thy Truths with Heaven it self compare,
Thy Faithful Promise I'le proclaim.
verse 3 "A Covenant long since I made,
"And to my Servant David said,
"(My chosen King,) and firmly swore.
verse 4 "Thy seed Eternally shall stand,
"Thy Royal Scepter'd Heirs command,
"Till Sea and Earth and Times no more.
verse 5 The Heaven's, thy Wonders Lord shall praise,
Thy Holy Congregation raise,
Thy Faithful Works above the Skys.
verse 6 For who above's compar'd with Thee?
What God-like Man thy Mate can be?
What Lord to equal Glories rise?
verse 7 Gods Presence srikes a reverend Fear,
Where his Assembling Saints appear.
And his attending Angels aws.
verse 8 Great God of Hosts whole strenth like Thine,
Whose Truth so breaks with Beams divine:
Receiv'd by every Worlds applause.

Part 2.

verse 9 Thy Hands the mighty Ocean sway,
And make its angry Waves obey,
Thy Word its stormy Tempest quells.
verse 10 By that th' Egyptians wounded dy'd,
Thy dreadful Arm the gathering Pride,
Of all thy fiercest Foes dispells.
verse 11 Thy Hands Heaven's vaulted Arches made.
Thy Hands this Earth's Foundations laid,
And all the World with Plenty stor'd:
verse 12 The North and South thy Creatures are,
Tabor and Hermon both declare,
Thy Name, and Thee, their mighty Lord.
verse 13 Thy Arm All-mighty strength endues,
Thy Hand resistless vigor shews,
Thy glorious Hand's exalted high.
verse 14 Justice and Judgment make thy Throne,
Thy truth, and ancient mercy Known,
Thy Steps to all the World desory.
verse 15 Thrice happy they, whose Souls are warm'd,
By holy Trumpets sounds alarm'd,
And live enlightned, Lord, by Thee!
verse 16 They'j always in thy Name rejoice,
With solemn Musicks moving voice,
Thy Righteousness their strength shall be.
verse 17 Such happy Men securely stand,
And with a settled strength Command,
But God is still their Strength and Pride,
Thy Goodness, and thy boundless Love,
Has rais'd our happy Strength above,
Since thou hast own'd out sinking side.
verse 18 The Lord is our Defensive shield,
That Holy One can shelter yield,
Who's Israel's God, and Israel's King.
verse 19 But, that thou might'st our Hearts uphold
A smiling Vision, rais'd of old,
Did thus of thy Anointed sing.

Part 3 Metre 2. As the 100th.

verse 20 "Help on a pow'rful Arm I've laid,
"A Man above the Vulgar plac'd;
"My King my Servant David made,
"His Head with holy Unction grac'd.
verse 21 "Him shall my strength'ning Hand secure,
"My Arm his strong support shall be:
verse 22 "No En'my shall his Hurt procure;
"No Sinner, his Destruction see.
verse 23 "I'll dash his Foes before his Face,
"And batter those who hate him down:
verse 24 "With him my Truth and Mercy place,
"And in my Name exalt his Crown.
verse 25 "No Rivers Bank, no Ocean's Wall,
"Shall his unbounded Reign confine:
verse 26 "He'll me his God, his Father call,
"His Saving Health, his Rock Divine.
verse 27 "And him, my First-born Son, I'll make
"Above Earth's Kings, exalted high:
verse 28 "With him my Mercy ne'er shall slake,
"Nor my immortal Cov'nant die.
verse 29 "His Seed shall ever last; his Throne
"Out-shine, out-wear the Rolling Skies,
verse 30 "But if his Sons my Laws disown,
"Or e'er against my Judgments rise;
verse 31 "If they my stated Laws prophane,
"My Precepts or Injunctions slight,
verse 32 "With Rods their Follies I'll restrain;
"Their Sins, with Strokes deserv'd, requite.
verse 33 "Yet not my Mercies quite remove,
"Nor break my faithful Word of old;
verse 34 "Expose my Covenanted Love,
"Nor change what Prophets once foretold.
verse 35 "Once by my Holiness I've sworn,
"And can't my David's Hopes deceive;
verse 36 "His Seed, to Crowns and Scepters born,
"No Time shall of their Rights bereave.
verse 37 "The Sun, the Moon, which guild the Skies,
"Those faithful Signs, to Mortals known,
"May cease to set, and cease to rise;
"But nothing shock his glorious Throne.

Part 4. Metre 3.

verse 38 Such was thy Promise, Lord, of old:
But, at a distance, now
Terrours thy dear Anointed hold
From thy contracted Brow.
verse 39 Thou'st thrown thy sacred Cov'nant by,
Defil'd his trampled Crown;
verse 40 Let all his Walls in Ruins lie,
And trod his Fences down.
verse 41 Him, all who pass, may spoil; and all
His neighb'ring Foes despise:
verse 42 On him their Troops, insulting, fall,
And high their Forces rise.
verse 43 No Wounds his Edgeless Sword bestows,
He flies, the Martial Field:
verse 44 His Throne's cast down; nor can his Brows
Their former Lustre yield.
verse 45 His youthful Bloom now fades With Woes,
And he's o'erw helm'd with Shame.
verse 46 How long shall We thy Favour lose,
And seel thy Fury's Flame?
verse 47 Think, Lord, how vain is Man: How I
Have but a While to live.
verse 48 What Man now breaths, but once must die?
What Art can Lives retrieve?
verse 49 Where are thy Mercies, Lord, of old,
By Oath to David due?
verse 50 Think how our Lives to Shame are sold;
What Scorns thy Friends pursue!
verse 51 Think how thy Foes black Scandals raise
On thy Anointed King;
verse 52 While we, to thy immortal Praise,
Amens devoutly sing.

PSAL. xc.

verse 1 THou, Lord, from Age to Age, hast been
Our certain Resting-place,
verse 2 Before the lofty Hills were seen
On Earth's extended Face:
Before this Earth to Shape was grown,
Before the World was fram'd,
Thee, Lord, the mighty God alone,
Eternity proclaim'd.
verse 3 When Man, fix'd in a glorious State,
With thriving Beauty shines,
His proudest Shows thy Frowns abate,
And he to Dust declines.
When grov'ling in the Dust he lies,
Thy Smiles his Fortunes raise.
"Weak Man, say'st Thou, return, and rise!
Weak Man thy Word obeys.
A Thousand Years no longer last
In thy unbounded Sight,
Than Yesterday, so lately past,
Or its succeeding Night.
So Floods, with rapid Swiftness, slide;
So Dreams, in Slumbers, fly;
So Meadow-Greens, with chearful Pride,
Salute the Morning-Sky.
They slourish with the Morning's Tears,
And shoot their Branches high;
But e'er the shady Night appears,
Are mow'n, and scorch'd, and die.
When thy impetuous Anger burns,
Our Lives are soon consum'd;
And by thy Wrath's severe Returns,
To deep Afflictions doom'd.
Thou view'st our wretched Actions o'er;
And thy All-searching Eyes
Examine all that secret Score
Which now in Darkness lies:
Far off our flying Days are blown,
Before thy Fury's Blast:
Our Years, like empty Tales, are gone
Which scarce one Moment last.

Part 2.

verse 10 Through Seventy Years our common Lives
May hold their constant Course;
And if to Eighty one arrives,
By Nature's rarer Force,
Yet his declining, batter'd Strength
Meer Pains and Sorrow brings,
And fails, and swiftly flies at length
On Time's impatient Wings.
verse 11 But, ô, what wretched Man can know
Thy Anger's utmost Might!
Which, as thy Fear, through all must go,
With an unbounded Flight.
verse 12 O teach us, Lord, to count our Days,
And so our Hearts apply,
That we, through Wisdom's peaceful Ways,
May reach Eternity.
verse 13 Turn, Lord, at last, and grant some Rest
To all thy Servants Woes!
verse 14 Our Hearts, with early Mercies bless'd,
To holy Joys dispose!
verse 15 O let us now thy Favours share,
Thy gentler Smiles obtain;
Proportion'd to our long Despair,
And Years of constant Pain!
verse 16 Lord, to thy happy Servants now,
And all thy faithful Race,
Thy Works, thy wond'rous Glories show;
And send thy quick'ning Grace!
verse 17 O let our Maker's Beauty here,
On all our Labours rest,
Till all our Handy-works appear
By thy Protection bless'd!

PSAL. xcj.

verse 1 HE's safe from Death, secur'd from Harms,
Who to his Maker slies;
And on his kind, protecting Arms,
For Help and Health relies.
verse 2 "Thou, Lord, art all my Hope, my Trust!
To God I'll freely say,
"My strong Defence; on Thee it's just
"My Hope shou'd firmly stay.
verse 3 Do Thou the same! He'll rescue thee
From Death's surprizing Share;
And keep thee from th' Infection free
Of Pestilential Air.
verse 4 He'll shade thee with his gracious Wings,
His Feathers o'er thee spread,'
While his unfailing Promise brings
A Shield to guard thy Head.
verse 5 What though strange Terrours fill the Night?
Death's Shafts obscure the Day?
He'll guild them both with wholsom Light,
To keep thy Fears away.
verse 6 What tho' fierce Plagues, through horrid Gloom,
With wild Destruction reign?
verse 7 Though Thousands, nay, the gaping Tomb
Ten Thousand Morsels gain?
Though Death the Day and Night command,
And gasping Corpses lie,
Heaps upon Heaps, on either Hand,
And almost Mountain-high?
verse 8 Thine Eyes shall still securely see
How God's revenging Stroke
Distinguishes, where carelesly
Vile Men their God provoke.

Part 2.

verse 9 Since now thy Heart my God alone
Thy sacred Refuge made;
And has it self, for Shelter, thrown
Beneath his saving Shade;
verse 10 No Mischief shall attempt thee there,
Nor Mischief-boding Chance;
No cruel Plague, to give thee Fear,
Shall near thy Tents advance.
verse 11 For if in those delightful Ways
Where God and Nature lead,
Thy Feet, through all thy mortal Days,
With Care exactly tread.
He'll give his Angel-Armies Charge
About thy Paths to wait;
To lay their watchful Guards at large,
And to secure thy State.
verse 12 Their Hands shall waft thee gently o'er
The Rocks of Sin below,
Where strong Temptation's fatal Store
And daily Scandals grow.
verse 13 Let Hell's old Lion roar, enrag'd,
With all th' Infernal Crew;
And Men, in Hell's vile Work engag'd,
Their pois'nous Arts pursue.
His Feet shall quickly tread them down,
Whose Heart my Loves inflame;
And Freedom shall with Honour crown
The Man who knows my Name,
verse 15 To Me shall he, in Dangers, cry:
His Cries I'll kindly hear;
Be with him, and exalt him high,
And rid his Life from Fear.
verse 16 Long Life, with ever peaceful Days,
I'll on my Friend bestow;
And to him, by a Thousand Ways,
My kind Salvation show.

PSAL. cxij.

verse 1 HOW bless'd are we, thy Praise to sing
On all thy Holy Days,
Great God, when all thy Churches ring
With thy exalted Praise!
verse 2 To shew thy Mercies e'er the Sun
Unsolds the Morning-Light;
Thy Truth, e'er Clouds have first begun
To form the gloomy Night.
verse 3 When, with the Harp and Lute, the Voice
Its chearful Notes can raise;
And Organs can with Shalms rejoice,
To found thy lofty Praise
verse 4 Thy Works, thy wondrous Works inslame
My Soul's triumphant Joys.
verse 3 To show thy deeper Counsels, Fame
Her shrillest Notes employs.
verse 6 Poor Brutish Man can never know
This wondrous Happiness
Nor can the Blessing's Balmy Flow
The foolish Heart possess.
verse 7 His Thoughts to meaner Subjects move;
And watch the Sinner's Race,
How they like Summer-Plants improve,
Their Branches thrive apace:
Yet think not how, when pleasant Blooms
Have spread the Wicked o'er,
They sink beneath their weighty Dooms,
And live on Earth no more.
verse 8-9 Thy Foes, since, Lord, Thou reign'st above,
Thy wretched Foes, shall die:
And those who wicked Actions love,
Dispers'd, confounded, lie.

Part 2.

verse 10 But, Lord, Thou'lt raise my humble Head,
With Strength exalt it high;
On me fresh Oil of Gladness shed,
And fill my Heart with Joy.
verse 11 My happy Eyes my Wish shall see
On all my angry Foes:
My Ears shall hear their Doom, who me
With envious Spite oppose.
verse 12 The Righteous, with a thriving Pride,
Like Palms, their Heads shall raise:
Their Seed, like Cedars, multiply'd,
Which Libanon displays.
verse 13 Those whom their Maker's skilful Hand
His House has p'anted round,
Shall in his Courts securely stand,
With constant Verdure crown'd.
verse 14 Their Sappy Trunks, in Hoary Age,
Shall spring with lively Shoots;
Their thrifty Leaves long Life presage
To their extended Roots;
verse 15 That they the Lord, my Rock, may show,
His Righteous Works declare;
And make the wiser Nations know
How just his Actions are.

PSAL. xciij.

verse 1 THE Lord, the great Jehovah, reigns,
With Majesty and Glory crown'd;
The Lord Almighty Strength retains
With that, like Garments girt around.
His Hand the World's vast Frame secures;
He stays it with his Awful Nod.
verse 2 Thy Throne from Days of old endures;
Thy Self an everlasting God!
verse 3 The Floods, great God, the rolling Croud,
At Thee, like mighty Waters, roar;
And dash, like breaking Waves, aloud,
Which threaten all the neighb'ring Shoar.
verse 4 And let tempestuous Passions raise
Their Hearts, their swelling Furies high;
Their utmost maddest Rage obeys
That God who rules above the Sky.
verse 5 Thy Promises, dear Lord, are true,
And all thy Testimonies sure:
Thy Flocks pure Holiness pursue,
And ever, like thy Self, endure.

Another Metre: As the 111th, proper Tune.

verse 1 THE Lord a King remains,
The great Jehovah reigns,
With Awful Glories crown'd:
As with a Robe of Light,
The Lord with wondrous Might
And Strength is girt around.
By his Divine Commands
The World securely stands,
From Alterations free.
verse 2 Thy Throne was fix'd of old,
Thy Deity extoll'd
From all Eternity.
verse 3 Great God, th' uncertain Croud
Against thy Kingdom, loud,
Like mighty Waters, roar;
And with a surly Spite,
As breaking Billows, fight,
And shock the neighb'ring Shoar.
verse 4 But let tempestuous Rage
Their furious Hearts engage;
And Heav'n it self defy;
His stern Command alone
Can beat their Madness down,
Who ever rules on high.
verse 5 Thy Testimonies true
Thy Promises renew;
Both faithful, both secure.
Thy Saints, with Holiness,
Shall tow'rds thine A'tars press,
And ever bless'd endure.

PSAL. xciv.

verse 1 GReat God, to whom Revenge belongs;
Great God of Vengeance, rise,
verse 2 The Proud, thou mighty Judge of Wrongs,
With just Rewards surprize.
verse 3 How long shall wicked Workers, Lord,
Uncheck'd, triumphant reign?
verse 4 Their impious Words, and Pride, abhorr'd,
With haughty Boasts maintain?
verse 5 Lord, shall they crush thy People still?
Afflict thine Heritage?
verse 6 Their Widows and their Strangers kill?
Nor spare their Orphans Age?
verse 7 Yet thus they do; and thus they cry,
"Can God our Actions see?
"We Jacob's unknown God defy:
"From his Observance free.
verse 8 But think, ye stupid Fools, a while!
Think well, ye senseless Crew!
verse 9 Can you his sacred Ears beguile,
Who Ears bestow'd on you?
What, can't he see, whose Hands the Eyes,
Those Orbs of Wonders, made?
verse 10 He, whose Hand the World chastise,
From Your Correction stay'd?
Can't He who Sense on Man bestows,
Their secret Thoughts descry?
verse 11 Men's Hearts, alas! He throughly knows,
And knows their Vanity.
verse 12 Lord, happy's he, who, taught by Thee,
Has all thy Laws obey'd!
verse 13 He, in ill Times, at Rest, shall see
The Pit for Sinners made.

Part 2.

verse 14 Our God his Servants can't desert,
Nor his Inheritance:
verse 15 But Judgment will to Right convert,
And upright Souls advance.
verse 16 Who'll me from wicked Workers save,
Or my Assistant be?
verse 17 God only help'd me, or the Grave
Had quickly silenc'd me.
verse 18 My Foot, ô Lord, which seem'd to slide,
Thy Mercy's He'p ensur'd:
verse 19 In Cares and Fears thy Comforts try'd,
My Soul's Delight procur'd.
verse 20 Wilt thou support the Tyrant-Crew,
Who settle Sin by Law?
verse 21 Whose Armies righteous Souls pursue;
And Blood of Martyrs draw.
verse 22 Though such their cruel Practice be,
My God will raise my State:
My solid Rock, my Refuge He;
Whose Loves my Faith create.
verse 23 Our God observes their Wickedness;
Their Malice He'll repay:
With sudden Strokes their Pride repress,
And cut their Hopes away.

PSAL. XCV.

verse 1 O Come your chearful Voices raise,
To our Eternal King!
The Lord, our strong Salvation praise,
His Goodness loudly sing!
verse 2 With Thanks approach his awful sight,
And pleasant Anthems sing.
verse 3 The Lord's, a God of boundless Might,
O're all the Gods, a King.
verse 4 Earth's secret Deeps, and Mountains high,
His powerful Hand commands.
verse 5 The Seas were made by Him, and dry,
He laid the rising Lands.
verse 6 O come let us our Lord adore,
And at his Foot-stool low,
Our humbly bending Knees before,
Our great Creator show!
verse 7 For he's our God; his People we,
And in his Pastures feed,
Those wandring sheep which kindly He,
From Death and Darkness freed.
To day, ô hear his Voice, to day!
verse 8 For thus th' Almighty spoke.
No more your own false Thoughts obey,
My Wrath no more provoke!
"No more with hardned Hearts refuse,
"My necessary Grace;
"Nor, as in former times, abuse
"My Word, or Holy Place!
verse 9 "Such Arts your Fathers us'd of old,
"Who all my Wonders saw,
"And many Years perversly bold,
"Despis'd my righteous Law.
verse 10 "At last thus, by my self, I swore,
"With just Displeasure mov'd,
"This wretched Nation sin the more,
"The more by Goodness prov'd.
"They neither know my self, nor know
"Those Rules to them addrest,
"Nor will I e're their Souls bestow,
"In my, Eternal Rest.

Another Metre: As Mr. Sandys's 15th.

verse 1 COme, ô come, and let us sing,
To our Lord, and to our King!
Let us make a joyful Noise,
To that God whose Love employs,
All his saving Health, and Grace,
To protect his faithful Race.
verse 2 Let us all, with Thanks, and Praise,
Come before his Glorious Face,
And our Psalms, and cheerful Airs,
Join with Vows and humble Prayers!
verse 3 For the, Lord, our God, is great,
Lofty his Eternal Seat.
Every God to Him submits,
He a King above them sits.
verse 4 All the Earths Foundations deep,
Solid Rocks and Mountains steep,
All their strength's by Him possest,
And by his Protection blest.
verse 5 Him, the rolling Seas regard,
By his mighty Hands prepar'd,
Earth to Him, submissly bows,
And his forming Power avows.
verse 6 Come, ô come, let's all adore,
And his Footstool kneel before!
Let us kneel, and prostrate all,
To our Lord, and Maker, fall!
verse 7 Hee's our God, our Lord, alone,
We are all his People known;
Us His Hands securely keep,
Hee's the Sheepheard, we the Sheep,
Hear, ô hear, his voice to Day,
And that sacred Voice obey!
verse 8 Humble let your Hearts appear.
Let no Hardness center there,
As of o'd your Father's pride,
All my kindest Cares defy'd,
When their wandring Armies past,
Tho' the Deserts sandy waste.
verse 9 Oft they tempted, oft they try'd me,
Often to Believe deny'd me.
Tho' my Wonders all they saw,
Knew my Power, and heard my Law.
verse 10 All their Follies large Arrears,
Forty tedious rolling Years,
I with wondrous patience bore,
But at last in Fury swore.
" 11 These a wretched People are,
" All involv'd in Error's snare,
" Soon they have my Laws forgot,
" Seen my Works, but know them not;
" By my Self, my Self alone,
" (That's the greatest Oath that's known)
" These shall never, never blest,
" Enter my Eternal Rest.

PSAL. xcvj.

verse 1 NEw Songs to great Jehovah sing!
Sing all the Earths around!
Your Blessings to his Altars bring,
His saving Health resound!
verse 2 Each Day your active Tongues employ,
To spread his glorious Name!
verse 3 Thro' all the Nations round with Joy,
His wondrous Acts proclaim!
verse 4 Our Lord is great, and greatly prais'd,
More to be feard then those.
verse 5-6 Who by Vain Men to Godhead rais'd,
On Vainer Fools impose.
Our God stretch'd out the lofty Syes;
How glorious Majesty,
How strength with lovely Beauty vyes,
We in his Temple see.
verse 7 O give to God, ye Nations all,
Give strength and Glorys due!
verse 8 On his great Name with Honour call;
To him with Offering's fue!
verse 9 Before his Seat of Holiness,
Let all devoutly bow,
And Fear before his Face express;
And to his service vow!
verse 10 Among the Nations round proclaim,
The great Jehovah reigns!
Through Him the World's establish'd frame,
Unmov'd and Firm remains.
Hee'l Judge the People righteously;
verse 11 Then let the Skys rejoice;
Let Earth be glad, the Ocean high,
Exalt its roaring Voice!
verse 12 Let all the Flocks, and Fields their Joys,
Express in various ways;
And Forrests with a murmuring Noise,
Their great Creator praise!
verse 13 He flys to judge the Earth! He slies
To make the World confess,
All Justice in His Bosom lies,
And Truth and Righteosness.

PSAL, xcvij. As the 100th.

verse 1 THE Lord, the Great Messiah, reigns;
No more to Jewish Bounds confin'd.
Since all the World the Blessing gains,
Let all express a grateful Mind!
O let that spacious Continent
Which Adam's num'rous Heirs possess,
And all the Isles, with sweet Consent,
Their Saviour's wond'rous Love consess!
verse 2 Thick Clouds and gloomy Darkness hide
The God from Faithless, curious Eyes.
On Judgment too, by Justice try'd,
His Throne's Eternal Pillars rise.
verse 3 Bright Flames before his Prefence fly,
And melt the Hearts of angry Foes.
verse 4 His Beams the World with Light supply;
And trembling Earch its Master knows.
verse 5 Vain Men, blown up with lofty Pride,
Like Wax, before his Flames appear:
And those whose Thoughts their God defy'd,
The mighty God of Nature fear.
verse 6 His Righteousness the bending Skies,
Aloud, with wond'rous Signs declare:
His glorious Works before the Eyes
Of all th' astonish'd Nations are.
verse 7 Shame be their Lot who Images
Adore, and in their Idols boast!
Our God with humblest Worship please;
Bow to Him, all ye Heav'nly Host!
verse 8 Ziou's and Judah's Daughters true
With Joys thy Judgment, Lord, embrac'd:
verse 9 The Earth her mighty Maker knew,
With more than Angel-Glorys grac'd.
verse 10 O ye who love our Saviour, hate
All Sin for Him, in each Degree!
He'll Safety for his Saints create;
And from the Wicked set them free.
verse 11 Light's largely for the Righteous sown,
And Joys for upright Hearts prepar'd.
In Him ô let our Joys be shown;
His Holiness, with Thanks, declar'd!

Another Metre.

verse 1 THE Lord, the great Jehovah, reigns;
Let all the Earth rejoice!
Let all those Isles the Sea contains
Exalt a chearful Voice!
verse 2 Thick Clouds and heavy Darkness hide
Our God from Humane Eyes:
On Righteousness, by Justice try'd,
His Throne's Supporters rise.
verse 3 Fierce Flames before his dreadful Face
Consume his angry Foes.
verse 4 His Lightnings fright the World: His Place
The Earth, with trembling, shows.
verse 5 The Hills, before Earth's mighty Lord,
Like Wax; dissolving, flow:
verse 6 The Heav'ns declare his righteous Word;
And All, his Glory know.
verse 7 Shame be their Lot who Gods can make,
And in their Idols boast.
But for your God our Saviour take,
Ye bright, Angelick Host!
verse 8 Zion's and Judah's Daughters heard
Thy Judgments, Lord, with Joy:
verse 9 For Thou, above the Gods, art fear'd;
O'er Earth, exalted high.
verse 10 O ye who love the Lord, with Hate
All wicked Works pursue!
For He'll secure his Servants State
From all the sinful Crew.
verse 11 For upright Hearts, true Joys and Light
Are sown: Ye Righteous, all
Rejoice; and God's All-sacred Might,
With grateful Thoughts, re-call.

Another Metre; to the Notes of the 114 th, as translated by Mr. Cowley.

verse 1 THE Lord, a King triumphant reigns!
Let all the Earth around,
The Isles with Joys resound!
God alone a King remains!
verse 2 Thick Clouds, and heavy Darkness, round him fly;
Justice severe, and Judgment, waiting by.
His glorious Throne prepare.
verse 3 Bright Flames before his Face,
With dreadful Flashes, rake the Air;
And all his Foes malignant Race,
With all their impious Works, one burning Pile embrace.
verse 4 See how the pointed Lightnings roll;
With what a dismal Glare
They fill the glowing Air,
Soaring tow'rd the frighted Pole!
Shock'd with the Vision, trembling Nature quakes;
The shatter'd Earth a strong Convulsion shakes
verse 5 The lofty Mountains melt,
Like Wax before the Fires:
Whate'er his scorching Fury felt,
Before the World's great Lord retires;
And by his awful Frown dissolv'd, at once expires.
verse 6 The Heav'ns his Righteousness declare;
And all the People see
His glorious Majesty,
How it fills the Purpled Air.
verse 7 May Shame deserv'd, and dark Confusion seize▪
Those Fools, whose Thoughts their empty Idols
Fools, who absurdly boast
In Gods themselves can frame! please!
But, ô ye bright, Angelick Hosts,
Adore our Great jehovah's Name;
And on your bended Knees, the God of Gods pro­claim!
verse 8 His Condescensions Sion heard,
And judah's Daughters too;
And at the wondrous Shew,
Extasy'd with Joys, appear'd:
Thy Goodness then before the Nations shone;
Thy sacred Judgments through the World were known.
verse 9 But, though so lowly now,
Thy glorious Godhead still
Makes all the World submisly bow;
Bless'd Angels thy Commands fulfil:
And All Subjection yield to thy Immortal Will.
verse 10 Ye who the Great Jehovah love,
With God-like Hatred due,
All wicked Works pursue:
Fix your happy Souls above!
He, like a Father, guards his faithful Souls;
And all their Foes, and all their Force, controls.
verse 11 But Mirth and Light to all
The Just and Good shall shine:
verse 12 O, then your ancient Joys re-call!
In your Jehovah's Praise combine;
And all his holy Acts record in Songs Divine!

PSAL. xcviij.

verse 1 THE Lord, who wondrous Works hath wrought,
With Anthems new proclaim!
His Hand, his holy Arm, hath brought
Himself the Conqu'ror's Name.
verse 2 He makes his great Salvation known,
To give the Nations Light:
His Righteousness the Lord hath shown,
In all the People's Sight.
verse 3 His Mercies he hath call'd to mind,
His Truth to Israel's Race:
And all those Bounds which Earth consin'd,
His Saving Health embrace.
verse 4 Sing to the Lord, ô Earth! aloud!
Sing chearful Notes around!
The Lord, among the grateful Croud,
The Lord's just Praise resound.
verse 5-6 To God, with Harps, your, Voices raise,
And Trumpets Martial Sound:
With ecchoing Cornets let the Praise
Of God, the King, be crown'd!
verse 7 Let Seas, with all their Fulness, roar!
The World, and all its Host!
verse 8 In Him each River's sounding Shoar,
And lofty Mountain boast!
verse 9 For now the Lord to Judgment's near,
And Earth its Doom shall know:
His Righteousness the World shall hear,
His Truth and Justice show.

Another Metres as Mr. Sandys's 13th.

verse 1 O Sing to God, the Lord:
His wond'rous Works record!
Sing, sing an Anthem new.
Return his Praises due,
Whose Hand, whose holy Arm
Dissolv'd Hell's fatal Charm:
Whom we triumphant see,
And crown'd with Victorie!
verse 2 The Lord's Salvation
Is now more clearly known:
His Truth and Justice He
Makes all the Nations see.
verse 3 But with his Israel
His Mercies ever dwell:
And though a while a Cloud
His Truth and Mercy shroud
From their expecting Eyes,
Off soon the Shadow flies,
And both, with Beams Divine
More bright and strongly shine.
So all the Nations round
Have our Salvation found;
How God about us waits,
And all our Health creates.
verse 4 Let all the Nations round
Their Maker's Praises sound:
O let the Earth rejoice,
And raise its chearful Voice;
And all the World combine
In Thanks, and Songs Divine.
verse 5 Sing to the Lord! ô sing
To our Eternal King!
To well-tun'd Harps ô raise
Your Notes of Heav'nly Praise!
verse 6 O let the Trumpets found,
Let Cornets Notes rebound,
And with them loudly sing
To our Eternal King!
verse 7 Let the loud Ocean roar
Its Joys from Shoar to Shoar:
Let Angels, bless'd on high,
With Earth in Praises vye!
verse 8 O let the Waters sound,
The ecchoing Hills rebound;
And with a chearful Noise,
Express their boundless Joys!
verse 9 Let All their Joy fulness
Before the Lord express!
For, loe! He comes with Haste,
And Awful Glories grac'd:
His dreadful Summons all
To his Tribunal call:
His Judgment then shall bless
The World with Righteousness:
Truth from his Lips shall flow;
And all the World shall know
Their glorious Judge, and see
His Love and Equity.

PSAL. xcix.

verse 1 CHrist reigns! Let all the People round
Beneath his Empire quake!
He sits above the Cherubs, crown'd:
Let Earth's Foundations shake!
verse 2 The Lord in Sion's great, and high;
Above the People rais'd.
verse 3 O may his dreadful Majesty,
His holy Name, be prais'd!
verse 4 Judgment our mighty Monarch loves,
And Equity prepares:
And Judgment with his Justice moves
In Jacob's bless'd Affairs.
verse 5 O then exalt the Lord our God,
Before his Foot-stool bow;
And spread his wond'rous Works abroad,
His holy Nature show!
verse 6 So Moses once, and Aaron so
Among his Priests appear'd;
And Samue' with his Prophets, who
The God of Jacob fear'd.
These at his Footstool bow'd, and there
To him devoutly pray'd;
And always found his Answers near,
And all their Faith repaid.
verse 7 They kept his Testimonies sure,
His Statute-Laws obey'd;
And He to Them from Clouds obscure
His gentle Answers made.
verse 8 Sometimes indeed his Wrath severe
Their Follies would pursue,
Yet oft their Cries He'd kindly hear,
His Mercies oft renew.
verse 9 O praise our God's exalted Name,
Before his A'tars bow!
Our God, our holy Lord proclaim,
With Praise his Glory show!

PSAL. c.

verse 1 YE who enjoy Salvation's Light,
To God your Voices raise;
verse 2 Appear with Gladness in His Sight
And Sing your Saviour's Praise!
verse 3 Our Lord is God indeed; it's He,
Not We our selves have made;
Our Shepherd, He; his People, we;
And in his Pastures laid.
verse 4 O then approach his Courts, his Gates,
With Thanks, and hearty Praise:
For Praise on his Assembly waits
On all his holy Days.
verse 5 O b'ess his Name, for God is good,
And all his Mercies sure:
His Truth from Age to Age has stood,
And shall unchang'd endure.

Another Metre, As the old 100th.

verse 1-2 O Ye enlighten'd Souls, with Praise
Before our mighty Lord appear!
To Him your chearful Voices raise;
Adore his Name with humblest Fear.
verse 3 He's our Almighty God; not we,
But He, to us our Substance gave:
He's ours, we His, those Sheep which He
Di'd, by his own pure Blood to save.
verse 4 O then approach his Gates with praise,
And in his Courts his Glories sing:
On all his own appointed Days,
Your Sacrisice of Praises sing
verse 5 He's always kind, and always good,
His Favour great, his Mercy sure;
His Truth has ever firmly stood.
And shall from Age to Age endure.

PSAL. cj.

verse 1 MErcy I'll sing, and Judgment praise,
And sing my God to Thee.
verse 2 And wisely walk in perfect Ways:
O come, dear Lord, to Me!
Then with an undissembling Heart
I' [...]l ever justly move;
And in my Court, in every part
Thy sacred Rules improve.
verse 3 No wicked Actions shall mine Eyes
With Satisfaction, see.
And those who things perverse devise,
Shall ne're be great With Me.
verse 4 From Me all froward Fools shall part;
I'll none that's wicked own:
verse 5 But cut off those whose sland'rous Art
Against their Neighbour's shown.
verse 6 The Heart that's proud, the Look that's high,
I'll ne're at Court endure,
Eut through the Land my searching Eye
Shall faithful Friends procure.
That Man who treads a perfect Path
My Favourite shall be;
verse 7 But Cheats, and those who break their Faith
Shall never dwell with Me,
I'll bear no Liar in my fight,
The wicked I'll destroy,
verse 8 Till Salem freed from Sinners quite,
Shall perfect Peace enjoy.

PSAL. cij.

A Soul with mighty Woes opprest,
May thus complaining pray:
And in deep Sorrows Language drest,
His weighty Griefs display.
verse 1 Hear Lord, O hear my Prayers and Cries!
To Me thy Face disclose!
verse 2 My Soul, lost in Affliction, dies.
O heart O ease my Woes!
verse 3 Grief wasts my Days like Smoke, and dries
My Bones, like Hearths, with heat.
verse 4 My Heart, like Grass quite wither'd, lies,
And I forget my Meat.
verse 5 My Bones break through my shriveling Skin:
Through my unceasing Groans:
verse 6 I'm like those doleful Birds, which in
Wild Desents vent their moans.
verse 7 Like little Birds, which spent with Grief
Aboat their Nestlings mourn;
verse 8 While taunting Foes against my Life,
With bloody Oaths are sworn.
verse 9 Ashes my Bread, my Drink was Tears,
While I endur'd thy frown.
verse 10 Thy I ove once rais'd me up from Fears;
Thy Wrath now hurts me down.
verse 11 The Shaddow falls, my Lifes weak Flame
So sinks; like Grass it wains;
verse 12 But still thou ant, thy glorious Name,
From Age to Age remains.
verse 13 Rise Lord! for Sions help return;
In time her Woes relieve!
verse 14 Thy Servants o're her Ruins mourn,
And for her Ashes grieve.
verse 15 All Nations then thy Name shall fear;
All Kings thy Glory see:
verse 16 When Sions Walls new built appear,
And Glory springs from thee.

Part 2.

verse 17 God hears the silent Mourner's Prayer:
O write his Goodness down!
verse 18 So shall Posterity declare
Their mighty God's renown,
verse 19 God from his Holy Throne, his Eye
Turn'd down on Earth below,
verse 20 To save the Men condemn'd to die,
And let the Prisoners go.
verse 21 That they in Sions Walls might show
His Praise, his Name record,
verse 22 When thither Kings and Kingdoms flow,
To serve their Mighty Lord,
verse 23 My Strength, my shortned Days he broke,
Then, "spare me Lord! I pray'd.
verse 24 "Suspend, dear Lord, thy deadly stroke!
"Thy Years can never fade.
verse 25 Thy Hands this Earth's Foundations cast,
And stretch'd the lofty Skies.
verse 26 They perish, but thy Nature lasts,
And Time it self defies.
They like a worn-out Garment fail,
And shall be chang'd for new.
verse 27 Thou'rt still the same, Age can't prevail,
Nor time thy Steps pursue.
verse 28 Our Lands shall quickly be suppli'd
With thy obedient Race,
And their well-settled Heirs abide
Secure before thy Face.

PSAL. ciij. As the 100th.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord with grateful Joy!
My Tongue my Soul his Praises sing!
verse 2 O let his Praise thy Powers employ!
His Loves to kind Remembrance bring!
verse 3 'Tis He forgives thy Sins, 'tis He
Thy Weakness heals, thy Plagues removes,
verse 4 Redeems thy Life from Misery,
And crowns thee with his tenderest Loves.
verse 5 With good He fills the Youth and Age;
Thy Age with vigorous Youth renews.
verse 6 His Arms for Saints opprest engage;
His just Revenge their Foes pursues.
verse 7 He to his Israels Race of old,
By Moses made his Precepts known:
He, by our Jesus, still unfolds
His Will and Goodness towards his own,
verse 8 Our Lord is kind, his Mercies great;
His Vengance, not his Mercy slow.
verse 9 He'll not too oft his Strokes repeat.
Nor let his Anger alway glow.
verse 10 So with our se'ves He dealt, our Crimes
Though foul, with Rods he gently lasht,
His pittying Eyes a thousand times,
Our still repeated Follies past.
verse 11 His Goodness so surrounds his own,
As Skies enclose our humb'er Earth.
verse 12 From us our Sins are farther thrown,
Then Sun-set's from the Mornings Birth.

Part 2.

verse 13 More love to pious Souls he shows,
Then Fathers to their Darling Heirs.
verse 14 Our frailer Constitution knows,
Our mouldring Dust as gently spares.
verse 15 Weak Man, like early Birds may rise,
Or Grass which shades the cheerful Plains:
verse 16 But struck with blasting Winds he dies,
And neither House nor Name remains.
verse 17 But Gods unfailing Grace pursues
The Just, and all their faithful Seed:
verse 18 Who on his Sacred Covenant muse,
And all his righteous Precepts heed.
verse 19 On high our God has fixt his Throne,
And thence his boundless Empire guides;
And o're the Subject World, alone,
His Arbitrary Will presides.
verse 20 Praise Him, ye Angel-flames, whose Might
Does in compleat Obedience shine!
verse 21 O praise Him all ye Sons of Light:
Bless'd Ministers of Love Divine!
verse 22 O all his Works your Maker praise?
Praise through his spacious Empire sing!
While I with grateful Anthems raise
New Honours to my Glorious King.

PSAL. civ. As the 100th.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord, my tuneful Soul!
How great, blest God, how wondrous great.
What Majesty, what Glories roll
About thy Everlasting Seat!
verse 2 Light robes Thee with her Radiant Streams;
Thy Curtains are th' expanded Skies.
verse 2 Floods bear thy Chambers weighty Beams,
On humble Clouds thy Chariot flies.
God walks on groaning Winds in State,
verse 4 Attended with his Angel-Bands;
And Scrvant-Flames around him wait,
And fly to bear his great Commands.
verse 5 He Earth's Foundations strongly laid;
A well-pois'd never moving Load.
verse 6 A wavy Deep its Covering made,
Which o're the highest Mountains flow'd.
verse 7 But off the head-long Waters flew,
When his commanding Thunders roar'd.
verse 8 They took their place, and strait in view,
Sweet Plains appear'd, and Mountains soard.
verse 9 The Floods their Bounds appointed know;
Earth fears no more th' encroaching Deep:
verse 10 Through Valleys Crystal Fountains flow,
And round the Mountains softly creep.
verse 11 To Them the Savage Creatures fly,
And kindly cool their thirsty Flame.
verse 12 The Birds above them sing on high,
And there their curious Buildings frame.

Part 2.

verse 13 His Rains refresh the parching Hills,
And make our Earth with Fruits abound.
verse 14 Thence Grass the hungry Cattel fills,
And Herbs for Men are useful found.
Through Him rich Corn o're-spreads the Fields,
verse 15 And Wine to chear our 'drooping Hearts.
Fat shining Juice his Olive yields;
His Bread a Vital Strength imparts.
verse 16 Sap feeds the lofty Cedar-Groves,
verse 17 Where Birds of Prey their Eieries raise;
verse 18 The Goat on Rocky Mountains roves;
Through Rocks the Coney breaks her Ways,
verse 19 The, Moon, the Sun, their Seasons know
And when to rise, and when to fall;
verse 20 Nights gloomy clouds our World o'reflow,
And out the Forrest-Rangers crawl.
verse 21 The Wolves, the Tygers, howl for prey,
And loud the hungry Lions roar.
God for their Diet finds a way,
And feeds them with his secret Store.
verse 22 But when the Sun appears, they fly,
And to their unknown Dens repare;
verse 23 And Men their business safely ply,
Till Night again o're-clouds the Air.
verse 24 How various, Lord, how wisely fram'd;
Great God, thy Works of, Wonder are!
Thy Riches are through Earth proiclaim'd;
verse 25 Thy Wealth th' unfathom'd Seas declare.

Part 3.

There Fishes, great and small, in strange
Unnumber'd Numbers cut their Way.
verse 26 There Navies float, and Monsters range,
And Whales in boundless Oceans Play.
verse 27 These All, blest God, depend on Thee;
Of Thee they beg their timely Food:
verse 28 Thy Gifts they catch, thy Hands are free,
And All are fill'd with needful Good.
verse 29 Thou hid'st thy Face, affrighted, They
Sink down to Dust, and Dust remain:
verse 30 Thy Spirit commands, the Dead obey,
And rise and fill the World again▪
verse 31 God's Glory lasts; He, pleas'd, reviews
His Works; his Looks, his dreadful Stroke.
verse 32 Convulsions through the World diffuse,
And make the trembling Mountains smoak.
verse 33 To God, my mighty Lord, I'll sing,
While Health, or Life, or Breath remains:
verse 34 My Heart in Him with Joys shall spring;
I'll praise his Name in lofty Strains.
verse 35 He'll soon confound the Sinner's Race,
And impious plotting Fools control,
And all their Stock on Earth deface.
O bless, Ô praise the Lord, my Soul!

PSAL. CV. as the 100th. or Mr. Sandys's 8th.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord! invoke his Name!
His Acts through ev'ry Tribe proclaim!
verse 2 Sing, sing aloud; your Anthems raise:
Through all the World his Wonders praise!
verse 3 Him, and his holy Name adpre;
His Smiles, with chearful Hearts, implore;
verse 4 And seek; the Lord, his Strength embrace;
And ever seek his glorious Face,
verse 5 O ye of Abr'ham's faithful Seed,
O ye of Jacob's chosen Breed,
verse 6 His strange, his dreadful Acts relate,
And on his Judgments meditate!
verse 7 He's our great God, our Lord alone;
His Judgments through the World are known:
verse 8 His Covenant, his Word of old,
Shall through a Thousand Ages hold.
verse 9 What He to Abraham spoke before,
What He to Isaac firmly swore,
verse 10 And as law on Israel laid,
And thus his lasting Cov'nant made.
verse 11 "To you rich Canaan's Land I'll give,
"Where you its lawfal Heirs, shall live;
verse 12 Though then their Seed were weak and small,
Add despicable Strangers all.
verse 13 When they a Thousand Movements made,
And round the neighb'ring Countries stray'd
verse 14 He them, against the World, maintain'd;
And Ill-designing Kings restrain'd.
verse 15 "From Wrongs be my Anointed free▪
"Let no malicious Injurie
"My Prophets or my Friends approach,
"Or on my chosen Sons encroach!

Part 2.

verse 16 Sharp Famine Canaan's Land annoy'd
And God the Staff of Bread destroy'd;
And jacob's House, among the rest.
The long-continu'd Want oppres'd.
verse 17 Yet Joseph, sold a Slave, he sent
Before, who might their Fates prevent.
verse 18 Chains were the wretched Captive's Dole,
The pinching Fetters reach'd his Soul,
verse 19 Till Time might for his Help provide,
God's Word his faithful Wisdom try'd:
verse 20 Then sent the King, and eas'd him; He
Who rul'd the People, set him free.
verse 21 Him o'er his Royal House preferr'd,
To him his weighty Cares referr'd,
verse 22 That Lords and Senators might know
His God-like Sense, and wiser grow.
verse 23 Then down to Egypt Israel went,
And there his Hoary Age was spent;
verse 24 There God his fruitful Seed increas'd;
With Strength, above their En'mies bless'd
verse 25 But then their ancient Hate reviv'd,
And they his People's Fate contriv'd,
verse 26 But, to divert their spiteful Blows,
God Moses sent, and Aaron chose▪
verse 27 They God's fear'd Will, at ev'ry Stroke,
In Signs and dreadful Wonders spoke:
verse 28 And Hellish Gloom, at his Command,
Imprison'd all the groaning Land.
verse 29 Their Streams were turn'd to pois'nous Gore;
The poison'd Fish o'er-spread the Shoar.
verse 30 Their Streams Frogs freckled Armies choak'd,
And round their Royal Chambers croak'd.

Part 3.

verse 31 He spoke, his Word the Dust alarm'd
And Lice in all their quarters swarm'd.
verse 32 He hurl'd down Monstrous Hails for Rains:
And burning slashes rak'd the Plains.
verse 33 Their Vines, their Figs, their Trees, the stroke
Of his prodigious Thunders broke,
verse 34 He spoke, the Locusts marching round,
And unknown Insects swept the Ground.
verse 35 Their Herbs and Grass, no more appear'd,
The Land of all its Fruits was clear'd.
verse 36 Their First-born fell, Gods fatal stroke,
Their early strength and Glory broke.
verse 37 Then out their Vig'rous Tribes he sed,
With Jewels, Gold and Silver sped,
verse 38 Tho' pillag'd Egypt joy'd to see,
Themselves from Plagues and Terrours free
verse 39 He cool'd them with a Clou'd by Day
By Night Flames pointed out their Way.
verse 40 They asklt, He gave them Quails for meat;
And let them Bread of Angels eat.
verse 41 He struck the Roclk, the Waters flow'd
And streams on parching Lands bestow'd,
verse 42 For now his sacred Oath re-curr'd,
To Abraham his unchanging Word.
verse 43 He therefore bade his People be
From Bonds, with joys triumphant, free,
verse 44 And then consign'd to Israel's Hands,
The Neighbouring Towns, and Heathten Lands.
verse 45 He freely all on them bestow'd,
That, sensible of what they ow'd,
Their Seed, his Statures might record,
And keep his Laws: O praise the Lord!

Psal. cvj. As the looth. cr Mr. Sandys's 14th.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord! his Goodness praise!
For sure his Boundless Mercy stands,
verse 2 The strength of his Almighty Hands,
His Honour, who can justly blaze?
verse 3 Thrice happy they, who Judgment keep,
And always righteous Laws pursue:
verse 4 Lord, let me, as thy People do,
By thy Salvation guarded, sleep!
verse 5 To me thy Favour then shall show,
That good thy chosen Friends; partake,
That Mirth thy happy People make,
Those Joys thy dear. Possessions know.
verse 6 We, Lord, have, with our Fathers, sinn'd;
Their, Crimes, their impious Crimes renew'd,
verse 7 Who thy Egytian Wonders view'd,
But to Forgetfulness resign'd;
Forgot his Mercies stores, and near
The Sea, so lately pass'd rebel'd:
verse 8 Yet still He, all their Fears dispel'd,
To make his Name and Power appear.
verse 9 He cut the Seas, and dry'd the Sands,
While they through Deeps, as Desarts, pass'd;
verse 10 And brought them safe to shoar at last,
Redeem'd from Perseuting Hands.
verse 11 Their Foes the loosned Waveso'er slow'd,
Not one his wretched Life retriev'd;
Then they his Word a while believed,
And Gratitude with Praises show'd.
verse 13 But soon they all his Works forgot,
Nor his Divine Adviee improv'd;
verse 14 Their raging Lusts his Anger mov'd,
And made it in the Desert Hot.
verse 15 And tho' he gave their Proud request,
Their Stomachs easeless Hunger tore;
verse 16 On Moses then their Envy bore
And Aaron, God's Anoynted Prist.
verse 16 then Dathan's and Abivam's Crew,
Earths hollow gaping Womb devour'd:
verse 18 Fierce Lightnings on th' Assembly pour'd;
And Flames the Godless Rebels flew.

Part 2

verse 19 Next, They the Calf in Horeb sram'd;
And to the senseless Idol bow'd;
verse 20 A grazing Brutes dead shape, aloud,
They both their God and Guide proclaim'd.
verse 21 They ne'er on God, their Saviour, more;
Nor Egypt's Slayish suffriiigs, thought;
verse 22 What Wonders there his Hand had wrought,
And on the Ocean's Purple shore.
verse 23 He then their Ruin had decree'd,
But in his chosen Moses came,
He stay'd th' approaching dreadful Flame,
And sacred Wrath, impetuous speed.
verse 24 Yea, they the promis'd Land disdain'd,
His Word with them no Credence found;
verse 25 Base Murmurs fill'd their Tents around;
And off they threw their Lords command.
verse 26 Then God against them rais'd his Hands,
That they in Desart Wilds might die;
verse 27 Their scatter'd Race confounded lie,
And perish all in barb'rous Lands.
verse 28 Yet, unreclaim'd the senseless Crew,
Their Souls to peor's God bet raid.
And eating Sacrisices made,
To him; an Idol's Servants grew.
verse 29 Thus they, with studied Art, rebell'd,
And out the Plague among them broke;
verse 30 Till phineas, with a righteous stroke,
The Plagues infectious Rage repell'd.
verse 31 That gallant Action rais'd his Fame,
When God's just Wrath his Zeal atton'd;
His God the Righteous Action own'd,
And blest him with a Deathless Name.
verse 32 Nay, more they durst their God provoke;
At Massah's springs they mischies made:
verse 33 Moses that meekest Soul betrays,
Till Passion in him rashly spoke.

Part 3.

verse 34 The Nations, to Destruction doom'd,
By God's Command, they fondly spar'd;
verse 35 And for their Pity's just Reward,
Their Sins, and all their Plagues, assum'd.
verse 36 Among a Thousand snares they fell,
While to their graven Gods they bow'd:
verse 37 Their wretched Sons, and Daughters, vow'd
To Devils, they sacrisic'd to Hell.
verse 38 The Blood of Sons and Daughters round,
Poor Inncent, to Idols flow'd:
Canaan a dismal shambles show'd,
And Infant Gore the Country drown'd.
verse 39 Their Works, and vile Inventions, both,
Them to polluting Whoredoms drew,
verse 40 Till God incens'd against them grew,
And could his own Possessions loath.
verse 41 But God, with just Revenge, resign'd
Them to their domineering Foes;
verse 42 Where, vex't with long oppressing Woes,
Their Pride and losty Thoughts declin'd.
verse 43 Oft sav'd they sinn'd as oft, and made
His Vengeance prostcute their Crimes:
verse 44 Yet in their darkest suffring Times,
He saw and heard them while they pray'd.
verse 45 He call'd his Covenant to Mind,
And Sympathiz'd with all their Woes;
verse 46 And soon their stubborn hearted Foes,
Grew gentle, pittiful, and kind.
verse 47 O save us, Lord! our Captiv'd Race
From Heathen Chains and Lands recall,
That we may sing thy Praise, and fall
With Thanks before thy Glorious Face,
verse 48 The God of Israel's Name record.
His Piaise from Age to Age refound;
And let the joyful Tribes around
Sing out Amen: ô praise Lord!

PSAL. cvij. Part 1. Metre 1.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord! Exa't his Name;
His Goodness celebrate!
Let Age to Age resound his Fame,
His bounteous Acts relate!
verse 2 Sing to His Name, ye whom from Chains
His peaceful Arm redeem'd:
O be his Praise in grateful Streins,
His glorious Works esteem'd.
verse 3 He from Earth's utmost Quarters drew
His lsrael's scatter'd Race;
verse 4 And the wild Desarts wandring thro',
They found no Resting-place,
verse 5 Tho'pinch'd with Hunger, scorch'd with Thirst,
Their wasting Spirits fail'd;
Yet with their pittying God at first
Their humble Cries prevail'd.
verse 6 Thro'all their Streights his careful Hand
Was their unfailing Guide,
verse 7 And smooth'd their Ways, and made their Bands
In well-built Towns reside.
verse 8 O praise his Goodness! Praise his Name!
His wond'rous Mercies praise!
Thro' all the World his Acts proclaim!
His boundless Glories raise!

Part 2. Metre 2.

verse 9 Praise God! His Springs we see
Relieve the thirsty Soul;
The hungry Wretch revives, when He
Bestows his plenteous Dole!
verse 10 But when they, foolish all,
his gracious Laws abus'd,
Despis'd their Maker's gentlest Call,
And Love's soft Voice refus'd.
verse 11 Then he the stubborn Crew
In weighty Fetters chain'd;
Death's Chains around the Rebels flew,
And Woes their Souls restrain'd.
verse 12 Yet, when oppress'd, they bow'd
Beneath the dismal Weight;
And when, in vain, they begg'd aloud
For Men to ease their State.
verse 13 When to their God they cry'd,
And at his-Footstool laid
Their pressing Griefs, and mortify'd,
The softhing Rebe's pray'd.
verse 14 He cleared the Skies above,
And every Slave unchain'd,
And with warm Beams of gentlest Love
The Sufferers entertained.
verse 15 O praise, O praise his Name,
His bounteous Acts declare!
Let all Mankind with Thanks proclaim
How great his Mercies are!

Part 3. Metre 3. As the 100th.

verse 16 Praise God! At his Command the Gates
Of massive Brass their Leaves unfold;
No Bars of Steel, nor sturdy Grates
Against his powerful Words can hold.
verse 17 When Fools', for Sins afflicted, griev'd,
And with their Sins their Judge provok'd,
verse 18 No Meats their Appetites reliev'd,
Nor cas'd their Hungers stickly Stroke.
Their Stomachs loath'd bless'd Angels Food,
Sweet Manna dropping from the Skies;
And Quails disturb'd their curdling Blood,
Till Nature sunk without Supplies.
verse 19 Yet when the fainting Sinners pray'd,
He heard, and heard them when they cry'd;
God's Word their dying Swoons allay'd,
And Appetites and Food supply'd.
verse 20 New Life, new Spirits he bestow'd
Where fading Nature's Force declin'd;
To them his healthful Favours show'd,
And their distemper'd Blood refin'd.
verse 21 O praise our God! Exalt his Name!
Above the Skies exalt his Name!
verse 22 Your Thanks with Sacrifice proclaim,
And Trophies to his Goodness raise!

Part 4. Metre 4. as the 148th

verse 23 Such whose bold Courage o're
The restless Ocean flies.
And fail from Shore to Shore,
For wealthy Merchandise
verse 24 Such Men may fee
How wondrous there
God's Works appear,
How powerful He.
verse 25 For if in Storms he speak,
The swelling Tempest roars;
And foaming Billows break,
And lash the bounding Shores.
While Wind and Tide
On rolling Seas,
Where-e'er they please,
Triumphant ride.
verse 26 Now high the towring Fleet
On Watry Mountains rise,
As if the Clouds they'd meet,
Or brave the threatning Skies.
Now down they come,
Steep tumbling all,
With dreadful Fall,
To meet their Doom.
verse 27 Strait every shatter'd Sail.
Reels here, and staggers there,
While horrid Storms prevail,
And Courage yields to fear.
All Hopes are lost,
And in Black Night,
Ships guideless quite,
At random toss'd.
verse 28 But when on God they call,
He hears their mournful Cries,
verse 29 Loud Storms in Silence fall,
And Light remounts the Skies:
Rough Billows slake,
And gentle Gales
Swell all their Sails
Their Port to make.
verse 30 There with Delights unseign'd
The wearied Sailers rest:
New Life and Safety gain'd
Warms every fainting Breast.
Joys sweeter tast,
And the dear Shore
Is va'u'd more
For Dangers past.
verse 31 O praise, O praise the Lord,
His Bounteous Actions praise!
Let all the World record
His Mercy's wond'rous Ways.
verse 32 In thickest Throngs
Where Princes are,
His Loves declare
With grateful Songs.

Part 4. Metre 4 As the 113th.

verse 33 O praise the Lord; At his Commands
Fair Streams desert the hirsty Lands,
And Springs no more their Waters yield.
verse 34 His Curse for Humane Crimes destroys
Their blooming Hopes and ripening Joys,
And sows with barren Salt the Field.
verse 35 Yet for his own dear Servant's sakes
He turns vast Lands to standing Lakes,
And makes the Sands with Waters flow.
verse 36 And then their hungry Troops he guides,
And thro' the new-rais'd Fields divides,
And makes new Towns and Cities grow.
verse 37 With noblest Grains they sow their Fields,
Rich Wines the grateful Vineyard yields;
Their Crops are full, profound their Peace;
verse 38 God's Blessing on their Labours waits,
Their crowding Offspring throng their Gates,
And all their pregnant Flocks encrease.
verse 39 But when his ancient Love's abus'd,
His Counsels, his Commands refus'd,
A suddain Change o'returns their State.
Down falls their haughty Pride, their Race
Incessant Wars And Plagues desace,
Expos'd to every Neighbour's Hare.
verse 40 Their Princes with Contempt he treats,
Confounds them in their proud Conceits,
And lets their Hopes bewildred fall.
verse 41 Then to the Poor despis'd before,
Transfers his favouring Mercies store,
And feeds, and multiplies them all.
verse 42 Admire ye living Saints with Joy,
(While silent impious Atheists ly)
Admire his Providential Ways!
verse 43 Let wise Men all their Thoughts confine,
To meditare on Works Divine,
And sing their great Protector's praise!

PSAL. cviij. As the 110th

verse 1 MY Heart is fix'd, ô God, my Heart
Is fix'd, thy losty Praise to sing,
I'me ready with my noblest part,
To praise my everlasting King,
verse 2 Awake my Harp, awake my Lute,
While I prevent the Morning's light.
verse 3 And thy dear Praises prosecute,
In all the wondring Nations fight.
verse 4 Swist are the Clouds, and high the Skies,
Above our Thoughts and Measures far:
But higher, Lord, thy Mercies rise,
More swift thy Truths vast Conguests are
verse 5 Lord, o're the Skies thy Brightness show,
Let all the Earth thy Glories see.
verse 6 O hear, ô save thy Servant! so
I'le rescue those belov'd by Theo.
verse 7 God swore once by his Holiness
And by his Oath my Joy maintains,
I'le quick Shichcm's Fields possess,
And measure Succoth's fruitful Plains.
verse 8 Fair Gileads mine, Manasses too,
My Head on Ephraim's strength relies,
The Scepter's Royal Indah's due,
My Kingdom He with Laws supplies.
verse 9 Moab, my meanest Slave shall be,
And Edom prostrate at my Feet,
And conquere'd Palestina me
With humble Tribute gladly meet.
verse 10 Whoe'l me thro' Cities fortify'd,
Or Edom's rocky Frontiers lead?
verse 11 Lord, let thy Help so long deny'd,
At last our fainting Armies head.
verse 12 Up Lord! in times of Danger aid!
For Humane Helps are only shows,
verse 13 And valiant thro'thy Influence made,
Wee'l trample o're our vanquish'd Foes.

PSAL. cix.

verse 1 O Thou, dear God, of all my Praise,
No longer silent go!
verse 2 For sinful Men, in sinful Ways,
And Traitors bolder grow.
Against me-they their Rage excite,
Their Tongues with Falshood whet.
verse 3 And me with Words of deadly spite,
And causeless Hate beset.
verse 4 They, for my kindness, prove my Foes,
But I in silence pray.
verse 5 Malice to Goodness they oppose,
And Love with Hate repay.
verse 6 Make Him some wicked Tyrant's slave,
Let Satan bind his hands!
verse 7 And Sins severest Sentence have,
When He in judgment stands!
verse 8 Nay, let his very Prayers be Sin!
verse 9 His Days be dark, and few!
That Office fix another in,
Which to himself was due!
No Father let his Children see,
His widow'd Wife go mourn!
verse 10 His Off-spring common Vagrants be,
Expos'd to Want and Scorn!
Their Bread from cruel Hands intreaty,
verse 11 The Griping-Usurers trade,
Seize all his Wea'th, and every Cheat,
His Pains and Gains invade!
verse 12 No Mercy let his Cries engage,
Nor all his Orphan race,
verse 13 But sink'um all! in one short Age,
Their very Names deface!

Part 2.

verse 14 In God's revenging Presence let,
Their Father's Crimes remain!
No length of Time, or Years, forget
Their Mother's viler stain!
verse 15 Let them God's sleeping Vengeance move,
Their Memory to destroy.
verse 16 Since Grace could ne'er his Soul improve,
Not Love his Thoughts employ.
But the dear Man, to Sorrows born,
With humblest Thoughts inclu'd;
The broken Heart with Anguish torn,
His bloody Hate pursu'd
verse 17 Cursing, and hellish Words he lov'd,
His Lot may Curses be!
His Heart no Blessings e'er approv'd,
Let him no Blessing see!
verse 18 He Curses for a Garment us'd,
And with their poisonous draught
His Bowels washt, like Oil diffus'd,
Quite thro' his Bones they wrought.
verse 19 May He no other Garments wear
But Curses closely bound;
And Curses for a Girdle bear
To gird him duely round!
verse 20 Be this the Just reward of those,
From God's revenging Hand;
Whose spiteful Words my Life oppose,
And who against me stand.
verse 21 But Lord for thy Names sake appear!
My Party kindly own!
Thy Mercy's Goo'd; ô let it here
To vescue Me be shown!

Part 3.

verse 22 For wretched and afflicted I
With inward Wounds decay,
verse 23 And like an Evening Shadow fly,
Or Locusts hurld away.
verse 24 My Knees with tedious Fastings fail,
And all my Leanness see,
verse 25 My Foes with brutish scorn assail,
And shake their Heads at me.
verse 26 Help ô My God! ô save Me! show
Thy farmer Mercies now!
verse 27 That all thy Love to me may know
Thy Helps dear Lord allow!
verse 28 Then let them Curse me stil! on me
Thy Blessings Lord bestow!
Let Them, their own Confusion see,
But me thy gladness know!
verse 29 When great they seem, like some large Cloke
Let Shame be round them roul'd!
verse 30 And I'le thy Name in Crouds invoke,
Thy Praise at large unfold:
verse 31 For God still by the Poor Mans side,
With sure assistance stands:
His Soul with saving Wings to hide,
From partial Judges Hands.

PSAL. CX.

verse 1 "SIT here on my Right Hand! the Lord
Thus to my Lord, has said
Till thou shalt see thy Foes abhor'd,
Beneath thy Footstool lay'd;
verse 2 From Sions Hill thy regal claime,
Thy Scepter first shall rise,
Thence Reign and with thy awful Name,
Command thy Enemies,
verse 3 When thy Prodigious Might appears,
Thy ready Armies move;
And Preach those happy gladsome years,
The Reign of boundless Love:
Tho' at a mighty distance now,
The careless People stand,
To Thee they'I then as swiftly flow,
And own thy ruling Hand.
Wash'd from their Crimes and snowy white.
Their Tempers undefild,
And cloth'd with Innocence and Light,
And like their Matter mild.
These Conquests first belong'd to Thee,
E're dewy Mornings rose,
Or Time cou'd thro' Eternity,
Thy sacred Birth disclose.
verse 4 Then by himself thy Father swore,
And shook his awful Throne,
And when swift Time shall be no more,
He'el that Engagement own.
"Thou'rt an Eternal Priest, to Thee
"There's no succeeding Heir.
"And like Melchisedes shalt be,
"And Crown, and Miter wear.
verse 5 The Lord shall in his angry Day,
Rebellious Kings destroy.
verse 6 Among the Gentiles fierce'y sway,
And fill his own with Joy.
But where bo'd Opposition reigns,
The slughter'd Corpses round,
And dying Kings shall spread the Plains,
And stain the purple Ground.
verse 7 But he before the Conquest gain'd,
The Rage of Thirst shall know,
With Sorrow's streams be entertain'd,
And drink of deadly Woe;
Till, all those Difficulties past,
His Glory's largely spread,
And all shall see the Crown at last,
On his victorious Head.

PSAL. cxj.

O Praise the Lord! my Heart, prepare
To praise the mighty Lord!
Where-e'er his bless'd Assemblies me
Will I his Name record.
verse 2 Great are his Works, and earnestly
By Men of Wisdom sought:
verse 3 His Works are all with Majesty,
And comely Beauty wrought:
His Righteousness eternally
Shall, with his Works, endure
verse 4 In grateful Minds; his Clemency,
And his Compassions sure.
verse 5 For those who fear his sacred Name;
The Lord at large provides:
His ancient Covenant the same
Still in his Thoughts abides.
verse 6 The Might where with his Works are wrought
He to his People shows;
And Portions, from the Gentiles brought,
On them at large bestows.
verse 7 His Works in Truth and Judgment done,
His Precepts just and sure;
verse 8 As first in Righteousness begun,
Through ev'ry Age endure.
verse 9 The Lord his People once, redeem'd,
And gave them lasting Laws;
And still his holy Name, esteem'd,
Our Veneration draws.
verse 10 True Wisdom springs from Godly Fear:
An Understanding pure
Will in Obedience best appear,
And its just: Praise endure.

PSAL. cxij.

O Praise the Lord! All Blessings wait
On him who fears his Name;
In whom his just Commands create
Pure Love's immortal Flame.
verse 2 Mighty on Earth his Seed shall be,
His Generation bless'd:
verse 3 His Righteousness shall last, and he
In Wealth and Plenty rest,
verse 4 To Men of upright Hearts the Light,
Through gloomy Darkness, shines.
Mercy's the righteous Man's Delight:
To Love his Soul inclines.
verse 5 He's pitiful to Men distress'd,
And lends to those in Need:
In Judgment, from his milder Breast
No cruel Words proceed.
verse 6 He ne'er shall move; his Memory
Shall ever sweetly last:
verse 7 From Fear, through heavy Tidings, free;
His Heart in God be fast.
verse 8 His Heart, from cold Despair secur'd,
Can on his God repose,
Till of the Down-fall he's assur'd
Of all his angry Foes.
verse 9 With plenteous Doles his lib'ral Hand
The needy Poor supp'ies:
His Righteousness shall ever stand;
His Strength, with Honour rise.
verse 10 Ill Men, enrag'd, his Happiness
With envious Eyes shall view;
And gnash, and pine; and deep Distress
Their blasted Hopes pursue.

PSAL. cxiij. Proper Tune.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord! his Praises sing,
Ye Servants of th' Eternal King!
verse 2 Bless, ever bless his sacred Name!
verse 3 From the first B [...]ushes of the Day,
Till Night her sable Wings display,
His Name's immortal Praise proclaim!
verse 4 The Lord o'er all the Nations reigns:
The Lord's illustrious Glory stains
The brightest Star, the clearest Sky.
verse 5 What Man, what God, would we compare:
With Him, whose lofty Dwellings are,
Above all Heav'ns, exalted high?
verse 6 Yet thence his Providential Eyes
Survey the never-resting Skies,
And all our humble World below.
verse 7 He helps the Wretched from the Floor;
And from the Dung-hill lifts the Poor;
His Goodness, and his Strength to show.
verse 8 Thence, He exalts their meaner Fate
To Majesty, and Princely State;
And bids'em Crowns and Sceptres claim.
verse 9 He makes the barren Womb conceive,
O'er-joy'd a youthful Race to leave.
O praise! ô ever praise his Name.

Another Metre.

verse 1 PRaise God! ô praise the Lord,
Ye Saints, with one Accord!
His hoIy Name, with Praise, proclaim;
His holy Acts record!
verse 2 His Name with Praise attend,
Till Time it self shall end!
verse 3 His Fame display, from dawning Day,
Till Night's dark Shades descend.
verse 4 God's o'er the Nations, high:
His Glories pass the Sky.
verse 5 What God's ador'd as our great Lord;
Or with his Height can vye?
verse 6 Yet, condescending, He
Through Heav'n and Earth can see,
verse 7 The Poor to raise, who spend their Days
In Want and Miserie.
verse 8 His Smiles with Honour grace
Those who the Dust embrace;
With Kings to vye in Majesty,
And rule his chosen Race.
verse 9 At his All-quick'ning Word
The barren Womb's restor'd,
With Joy t'embrace a lively Race.
Praise then, ô praise the Lord!

PSAL., cxiv.

verse 1 WHen Israel's Tribes, when Jacob's Race
From barb'rous Egypt went,
verse 2 Then Judab was his holy Place,
Israel his Government.
verse 3 The Seas and Jordan saw their God,
Advancing in their Head:
The Seas, amaz'dly parting, stood,
And Jordan backward fled.
verse 4 The Mountains, at the dreadful Sight,
Leap'd up like frighted Rams:
The Hills, with the surprizing Fright,
Skip'd like the trembling Lambs.
verse 5 What terrify'd the parting Seas,
That they divided stood?
What Fears could Jordan's Currents seize,
Or turn his hasty Flood?
verse 6 What made the lofty Mountains leap,
So like the frighted Rams?
The little Hills on crouded Heaps
To run, like trembling Lambs?
verse 7 Ne'er ask the Cause! When Jacob's God
Appears, with Glories crown'd,
His dreadful Looks, his awful Nod,
The trembling World confound.
verse 8 And when his thirsty Nation prays,
He turns the Rocks to Springs:
And from dry Flints, by wond'rous Ways,
Unceasing Fountains brings.

Another Metre: As the 113th.

verse 1-2 Isreal, of old, their Maker chose
His Empire, and his Name's Repose;
And, more than all the Nations lov'd:
And with his own Almighty Hand,
From cruel Egyst's barb'rous Land,
Their happy Tribes in Peace remov'd.
verse 3 The Sea his marching Armies view'd;
The Sea a while, as doubtful, stood;
But soon, with wild Amazement, fled.
Old Jordan's Streams, with headlong Haste,
Astonish'd Merom's Waves re-pass'd,
And backward flew, to find their Head.
verse 4 The Mountains Vast, which proudly bore
Their Heads above the Clouds before,
Like Rems, from their Foundations leap'd
The lesser Hills, as frighted Lambs
Run trembling to their helpless Dams,
Beneath their Parent-Mountains crept.
verse 5 What made the Seas, divided, fly?
What made old Jordan's Waters try,
With backward Streams, to find their Spring?
verse 6 What made the Mountains leap, like Rams?
The lesser Hills, like trembling Lambs,
Close to their Parent Mountains cling?
verse 7 Slightly, alas! they mov'd or fear'd!
At him the World amaz'd appear'd
The World before its Maker quakes:
His look who now in Jacob reigns,
And there his holy House maintains,
The settled frame of Nature shakes.
verse 8 Let then the Seas desert the Shore,
Let Jordan's Banks be fill'd no more,
Let barren Sands around us ly,
Our God can change with wondrous ease
The Flints to Springs, the Rocks to Seas,
And all his Peoples Wants supply.

PSAL. cxv.

verse 1 To us, dear Lord, to us no Praise,
But to thy Name is due;
For Mercy lays thy gracious Ways,
And all thy Words are true,
verse 2 Why should the, foolish Gentiles cry,
Where's He whom God they call?
verse 3 Our God's on High above the Sky,
And acts his Pleasure all.
verse 4 Their Gods of other Tempers are,
Fine Silver, weighty Gold:
And Men With care such Gods prepare,
And then their Gods uphold.
verse 5 They ne're could speak, and ne're could see,
Tho' made with Mouths and Eyes,
verse 6 And louder he than Storms must be,
Who can their Ears surprise.
The strongest Stench, the noblest Sweet
Their Nostrils can't invade;
verse 7 Their Hands can't meet, nor feel; their Feet
Were ne're for walking made.
With all abusive Scorns appear
Before their Deities,
Yet shan't you there one Murmur hear,
So still their Anger lies.
verse 8 Wise as their senseless Gods are those
Who first advanc'd the Trade,
And such are those whose Souls repose
On what their Hands have made.

Part 2.

verse 9 O ye of Jacob's wiser Seed,
On God securely trust!
He'll help with speed in times of need,
And ever shield the just.
verse 10 O ye of Aaron's sacred Breed,
On God securely trust!
He'll help with speed in times of need,
And ever shield the Just.
verse 11 Ye who With Fear your Maker heed,
In him securely trust;
He'll he'p with speed in times of need,
And still defend the Just.
verse 12 The Lord has Kept us still in mind,
His Priests shall all be blest.
Our Tribes shall find his Blessings kind
On all their Dwellings rest.
verse 13 The Lord will all his Servants bless,
The Rich, Poor, Young and old;
verse 14 And Happiness with vast access
Shall you and yours uphold.
verse 15 You're by that great Creator blest,
Who bade theWorld to rise
verse 16 And who possest of sacred Rest,
Lives high above the Skies.
verse 17 O're Earth, and all that Earth contains,
For mortal Men design'd,
Man freely reigns, and God maintains
The Gift to them resign'd.
verse 18 The Dead, nor those can blaze thy Fame,
Who sink to silence down;
verse 19 But we thy Name with Praise proclaim,
And endless Blessings crown.

PSAL. cxvi.

verse 1 THe Lord who heard my Voice and Prayer,
My Lord my Love shall be;
verse 2 On him I'll call with constant Care,
Who bow'd his Ear to me.
verse 3 The Chains of Death engag'd me round,
Me hellish Pains surpriz'd,
And Troubles oft, and Anguish found,
And Sorrows exercis'd.
verse 4 Then in the Lord's prevailing Name.
To God I humbly pray'd,
Thy Help, thy Favour, Lord, I claim,
My soul, dear Saviour, aid!
verse 5 The Lord is kind, and righteous too,
And Mercy freely shows,
verse 6 He helps the weak, and swiftly flew
To save my soul from Woes.
verse 7 Turn then my Soul, return, to Rest!
The Lord was kind to thee,
verse 8 Thro' him I 'scap'd Death's cold Arrest,
My Eyes from Tears are free.
He Keeps my Feet from Falls and I
My Woes, by him, survive,
verse 9 And in return I'll gratefully,
As in his Presence, live.

Part 2.

verse 10 So I believ'd, and so I spoke,
But sore afflicted I
verse 11 Thus out in hasty Passion broke;
Men sure are sold to lye.
verse 12 But what Returns, Lord, shall I make
For all thy Loves to me?
verse 13 Thy Blessed Cup with Praise I'll take,
And duly call on Thee.
verse 14 My Vows to God I'le, offer here,
Abroad in open Light;
verse 15 The Death of all his Saints is dear
In their Redeemer's Sight.
verse 16 Lord, I'm thy Servant, humbly I
My self thy Servant own,
Thy Handmaid's Son, from Slavery
By Thee discharg'd alone.
verse 17 To Thee the Sacrifice of Praise
My Sacrifice shall be;
And in the Lords great Name I'le raise
My suppliant Hands to Thee.
verse 18 Here, Lord, to Thee I'le pay my Vows
In all the People Sight,
verse 19 In Salem, in thy holy House;
O praise the Lord of Might!

PSAL. cxvij.

verse 1 O Praise th' Eternal Lord,
Ye Nations all around!
His Goodness thro' the World record,
His glorious Acts resound!
verse 2 On us, and all our Race,
His Mercy largely flows,
His Truth no Time can e're deface,
Nor Force his Power oppose.

Or thus.

verse 1 PRaise God! ô praise our mighty Lord,
Ye Nations all around!
His Goodness thro' the W'or'd record,
His wondrous Acts resound!
verse 1 For on our selves, and all our Race
His Mercy largely flows,
His Truth no Time can e're deface,
Nor Force his Arm oppose.

PSAL. cxviij.

verse 1 THe Lord, the great Jehovah praise,
He's good in all his Ways:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
His Goodness ne're decays,
verse 2 Let Jacob's long protected Race
Adore his wondrous Grace,
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure;
When Time resigns his Place.
verse 3 Let Aaron's sacred Helts proclaim
The Lords exalted Name:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
His Goodness still the same.
verse 4 O ye who God's Commands obey,
With grateful Praises say,
His Mercies sure unchanged endure,
His Mercies ne're decay.
verse 5 In Straights I call'd on Him, and He
From Streights soon set me free
verse 6 To God I'm Dear, and ne're can fear
What Man can do to me.
verse 7 The Lord, among my kindest Friends,
His own Assistance sends.
My longing Eye shall soon descry
My Foes expected Ends.
verse 8 In God the Lord it's better far
To trust: our Hopes and Care,
Then to repose our Hopes in those,
Who wretched Mortals are.
verse 9 In God the Lord it's better far
To fix our Hopes and Care,
Then to repose our Trust in those
Who mighty Princes are.

Part 2.

verse 10 I, When the Nations round me ply'd,
In God their Strength defy'd;
verse 11 They compassed me, but easily
I so their Force out-vy'd.
verse 12 Tho' me, like Bees, they closely ply'd,
Like blazing Thorns they dy'd:
In Gods great Name I quench'd their Flame;
And all their Strength defy'd.
verse 13 Oft hast thou push'd unmanly Foe,
To work my overthrow;
But thro' Gods-Aid, tho' oft afraid,
I still in Safety go.
verse 14 God by his Might has made me strong,
My God's my daily Song;
Salvation He ordain'd for me,
Who to himself belong.
verse 15 Sweet Tunes of Joy and Health abide
Where righteous Men reside;
Gods Hand is grown renown'd alone,
For Deeds of Valour-try'd.
verse 17 His Hand's alone deserv'dly nam'd;
His Hand on high proclaim'd,
His Hand is grown renown'd alone;
For valiant Actions fam'd.
verse 17 I still shall live, and still declare,
How great his Actions are.
verse 18 I felt his Rod, but still my God
My Life wou'd kindly spare.
verse 19 Let the wide Gates of Righteousness
Now grant me free access;
I'le gladly there with Thanks appear,
And God my Saviour bless.

Part 3.

verse 20 Gods House his holy Gates are near;
The Righteous enter there:
verse 21 I'le praise the Lord, his Help record,
Who would his Suppliant hear.
verse 22 That Solid Rock, that Noble Stone
Off by the Builders thrown;
Now all the Coines securely joyns,
And makes the Building One.
verse 23 The Lords great Work it was, and we
Amaz'd the Wonder see.
verse 24 God made this Day, now Joys shall sway,
And Mirth triumphant be.
verse 25 Hear, Lord, ô save at last, and make
Our favour'd Actions take,
Our Business bless with kind Success,
Lord, for thy Mercy's sake!
verse 26 O blest be He who kindly came
In Gods Almighty Name!
You who before his House adore,
To you we wish same.
verse 27 Us God the Lord with Light supplies,
O bind the Sacrifice!
With Cords it nigh his Altars tie,
Till there it bleeds and dies.
verse 38 Thou, Lord, art God alone to me,
I'le Praises sing to Thee.
By me thy Name, thy glorious Fame
Shall still exalted be.
verse 29 The Lord our great Jehovah praise!
He's good in all his Ways;
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
His Mercy ne're decays.

PSAL. cxix. Aleph, 1. Beth, 2.

verse 1 BLest are the Men whose perfect Ways
Gods purer Laws confine,
verse 2 Who keep his Word, and all their Days
To Him in Heart incline.
verse 3 No Sins to such can pleasing be
As by his Orders move.
verse 4 And thou commandedst, Lord, that we
Thy Rules should keep and love.
verse 5 Oh that my Footsteps guided sure,
Could by thy Statutes tread!
verse 6 Then should I live from Shame secure,
When thy Commands I read.
verse 7 I'le praise thee with an upright Heart,
When I thy Judgments know.
verse 8 I'le keep thy Laws; ô ne're depart!
To me no Stranger grow!
verse 9 How may a Youth his Ways improve?
If he thy Word obey.
verse 10 To Thee with all my Soul I move,
O never let me stray!
verse 11 I in my Bosom hide thy Word,
From Sin to guard my Heart.
verse 12 To me, b'est God, thy Grace afford,
And all thy Laws impart!
verse 13 Thy Judgments, Lord, my Soul esteems,
My ready Lips declare;
verse 14 To me thy Word more pleasing seems,
Then noblest Treasures are.
verse 15 I on thy Precepts meditate,
Thy Laws before me set;
verse 16 Thy Statutes all my Joys create,
Thy Words I ne're forget.

Gimel, 3. Daleth, 4.

verse 17 Oh let me live! my God be kind,
So I thy Words shall keep.
verse 18 Unclose my: Eyes, by Nature blind,
To view thy Wonders deep!
verse 19 O don't from me a Stranger, Lord,
Thy Testimonies hide!
verse 20 For constant Cares to get thy Word,
My longing Soul divide.
verse 21 Thy Judgments break the cursed Proud,
Who from thy Precepts stray.
verse 22 Me, Lord, from flouting Scorners shroud,
For I thy Words obey!
verse 23 Great Kings in Council curst my Name,
But I thy Statutes chose.
verse 24 Thy Statutes all my Joys enflame,
My Counsels all compose.
verse 25 My Soul, Lord, for thy Promise spare,
In Dust which prostrate lies.
verse 26 Thou hear'st how I thy Ways declare,
O teach, and make me wise.
verse 27 O Make me know thy Precepts, so
I'le spread thy Works the more.
verse 28 My Heart, with melting Cares brought low,
Lord, by thy Word restore!
verse 29 From me all lying Ways remove,
To me thy Laws impart.
verse 30 For all the Paths of Truth I love,
Thy Judgments fill my Heart.
verse 31 I to thy Laws adhere, dear God,
From Shame my Life discharge!
verse 32 I'le run the Ways thy Saints have trod,
If thou my Heart enlarge.

He, 5. Vau, 6.

verse 33 Lord, teach me thy commanded way,
And I'le observe it still.
verse 34 My Heart let Understanding sway,
Thy Laws my Heart shall fill.
verse 35 By thy Commands, ô make me tread,
For them I dearly love.
verse 36 Let no false Lusts my Heart mislead,
While by thy Rules I move!
verse 37 From Vanity, ô turn my Eyes,
And make me live to Thee!
verse 38 Thy Word on which my Soul relies,
And fears, make good to me!
verse 39 Reproach from me and Scandal take,
But, Lord, thy Judgments give!
verse 40 I for thy Precepts long, ô make
Me by thy Justice live!
verse 41 Thy Mercy, thy Salvation too,
As promis'd, Lord, bestow!
verse 42 So shall I hush the scornful Crew,
And yet more faithful grow.
verse 43 Never, ô never, Lord, withdraw
Thy Word and Truth from me!
verse 44 So thy just Judgments and thy Law
My constant Guides shall be.
verse 45 My happy Course at last I'le steer,
In thy Commands secure.
verse 46 Thy Testimonies Kings sha'l hear,
Yet I no shame endure
verse 47 I'le in thy lov'd Commands delight,
For them my Hands I'le raise.
verse 48 Thy Statutes study Day and Night,
And thy Commandments praise.

Zain, 7. Cheth, 8.

verse 49 Thy Word once pass'd, remember, Lord,
In which thou mad'st me trust.
verse 50 Thy Word my dropping Soul restor'd,
verse 51 The scoffing Proud my Soul deride,
Yet I thy Laws pursue.
verse 52 With me thy Judgments pass'd abide,
And all my Joys renew.
verse 53 I trembled at their dreadful Fate,
Who from thy Precepts stray'd;
verse 54 But them I in my banish'd State,
My daily Musick made.
verse 55 Lord, on thy Name I muse by Night,
And keep thy Righteous Laws:
verse 56 Such Blessings from thy favouring Sight,
A just Obedience draws.
verse 57 Thou'rt all my Portion, Lord, I said
I'de keep thy sacred Word:
verse 58 And for thy Grace devoutly pray'd,
Thy Grace, Dear Lord, afford!
verse 59 I weigh'd my Works, and so thy Ways
My careful Footstop trac'd:
verse 60 And that I might thy Laws obey,
I flew with winged haste,
verse 61 Tho' impious Bunds my Wealth surprize,
I can't forget thy Ways
verse 62 But I, when I at Midnight rise,
Thy rightéous Judgments praise.
verse 63 I love their Company, who fear
Thy Name, and keep thy Word.
verse 64 Thy Mercies round the World appear,
Thy Statutes teach me, Lord!

Teth, 9. Jod, 10.

verse 65 Lord, from thy Hands I Good receive,
For all thy Words are true.
verse 66 Teach me, since I thy Laws believe,
Good Sense and Knowledge too!
verse 67 I sinn'd, till by Affliction taught
Thy sacred Words to know.
verse 68 For me all Good thy Hands have wrought,
To me thy Statutes show!
verse 69 The Proud assau't my Soul with lies,
But I sincerely move.
verse 70 And while their Hearts with Fatness rise,
Thy Laws entirely love.
verse 71 Lash'd by thy Rod, my Heart enclines
To keep thy Laws with Care.
verse 72 Those Laws which richer far than Mines
Of Gold and Silver are.
verse 73 Thy Hands have made and fashion'd me,
Thy Judgments make me know!
verse 74 So thy pleas'd Saints my Care shall see,
While in thy Paths I go.
verse 75 I know thy Judgments Lord are just,
Thy Love afflicted me.
verse 76 Make good thy Word! my Comfort must
Alone descend from Thee.
verse 77 Lord send thy Mercys! quickned so
I'le in the Laws delight.
verse 78 Let shame thy treacherous Proud o're-throw
But I'le thy Laws recite.
verse 79 O let thy Saints, who know thy Will,
With me as Friends appear!
verse 80 When my sound Heart thy Statutes fill,
I no Disgrace can fear.

Caph, 11. Lamed, 12.

verse 81 Thy Health my longing Soul desires,
And on thy Promise waits.
verse 82 And while thy Comforts it requires,
My Sight with Woes abates.
verse 83 Dry'd up with Grief my strength appears,
Yet I thy Laws retain.
verse 84 How many are thy Servant's days?
O now my Foes restrain!
verse 85 The Proud for me their Pitts have made,
Against thy righeous Law.
verse 86 Me from their Wrongs by thy kind Aid,
And Faithful Precepts draw!
verse 87 Lord They'd consum'd me quite, but I
Ne're from thy Precepts went.
verse 88 In Goodness raise my Soul! I'le try
To keep thy Testament.
verse 89 Firm Lord as Heaven thy Promise stands.
verse 90 Thy Truth from Age to Age,
The Earth, form'd by thy mighty Hands,
Stands by thy Patronage.
verse 91 All by thine Ordinance ensur'd,
To Thee their Service pay:
verse 92 But Woes rny Ruine had procur'd,
But that I kept thy Way.
verse 93 I'le ne're forget thy Precepts kind,
Since oft by them reviv'd.
verse 94 I'm thine, ô save me! for my Mind
Has on thy Precepts liv'd.
verse 95 The Wicked watch'd to ruine me,
But I thy Statutes read;
verse 96 And th' end of all Perfection see,
But those all Bounds exceed.

Mem, 13, Nun, 14.

verse 97 Lord, how I love thy Laws! by those
My serious Studies move;
verse 98 By them I far above my Foes,
In Wisdom's Rules improve.
verse 99 Thy Testimonies teach me more
Than all my Teachers know.
verse 100 I by thy Statutes wise before
My reverend Elders grow.
verse 101 My Feet all wicked Ways declin'd,
To keep thy sacred Word.
verse 102 Thy Judgments duly u [...]'d my Mind
With Heavenly Wisdom stor'd
verse 103 Honey to those pure Sweets must yield,
With which thy Words are blest:
verse 104 So I with thy wise Precepts fill'd,
All lying Ways detest.
verse 105 Thy glorious Words my Footsteps guide,
And fill my Paths with Light:
verse 106 I've sworn, and as by Oath I'm tied,
I'le keep thy Judgments right.
verse 107 I'me much distrest: ô by thy Word,
My fainting Soul revive!
verse 108 Accept my willing Praises Lord,
To me thy Judgments give!
verse 109 Tho' in my Hands my Life I bear,
I can't forget thy Law.
verse 110 Nor can the Sinners crafty Snare,
From that my Soul withdraw.
verse 111 Thy Will's th' Inheritance design'd,
For my rejoicing Heart,
verse 112 Which to thy Statutes all inclin'd,
From Them can ne're depart.

Samech, 15. Gnain, 16.

verse 113 I love thy Laws; but those that own,
All vain Opinions hate.
verse 114 Thou art my Covering Shield alone,
And on thy Word I wait,
verse 115 Begone ye sinful Crew! for I
At pure Obedience aim.
verse 116 With promis'd Help my Life supply,
And guard my Hope from shame!
verse 117 Uphold me, then I'me safe, and I
Shall all thy Laws respect.
verse 118 Trod down by thee those Straglers dy
Who Cheats and Lies project.
verse 119 Thy dear lov'd Word, like Dross, the Bands
Of Sinners purg'd away.
verse 120 And I the Judgments of thy Hands,
With awful Fear survey.
verse 121 I've done what's Just and Right; ô save
Me from Oppressions Force!
verse 122 Thy kind Assurance Lord I crave,
To stop the Tyrants Course:
verse 123 My Eyes for thy Salvation fail
And promis'd Righteousness,
verse 124 With me, Dear Lord, in Mercy deal,
And with Me Statutes bless!
verse 123 Make Me thy Servant Wise; I'll then
Thy Testimonies know!
verse 126 Help Lord, its time! lest impious Men,
Thy Law should overthrow.
verse 127 For this I love thy Precepts more,
Then heaps of purest Gold;
verse 128 I know their Justice, but abhor,
The Paths which Lies uphold.

Pe, 17. Tsadi, 18.

verse 129 Thy Testimonies wondrous are!
My Soul to keep them tries,
verse 130 Thy Words explain'd, the Truth declare,
And make the Simplest wise.
verse 131 Thy Words more sweet than cooling Winds,
To fainting Spirits are.
verse 132 That Pitty those who love Thee find,
O let thy Servant share!
verse 133 If by thy Rule thou fix my Ways,
No Sinn shall conquer me.
verse 134 And me from Mans Oppression raise,
Then mine, thy Laws shall be.
verse 135 Smile Lord on me, and let thy Laws
Thy Servants Soul convert!
verse 136 Tears drown my flowing Eys, because
Vain Men thy Laws desert,
verse 137 Essential Justice Reigns in Thee,
Thy Judgments all are rights.
verse 138 Thy Testimonies faithfully,
To Righteousness excite.
verse 139 Zeal burns me up because my Foes,
Thy sacred Word forget.
verse 140 That Word which as it purely flows,
On it my Heart is set.
verse 141 I'm Lord despis'd and mean, but still
My Soul thy Law retains.
verse 142 Thy Laws, the Truth, thy Righteous Will,
From Age to Age remains.
verse 143 Delight to me, tho compast round,
With Woes, thy Statutes give.
verse 144 Their Justice every Age has found;
O make me Wise to Live!

Koph, 19. Resch 20.

verse 145 I cry aloud; Lord, hear my cry,
I'll keep thy Statutes sure
verse 146 I Pray, ô save me, and I'll try
Thy Testimonies pure.
verse 147 My Crys Days early dawn prevent,
While for thy Word I Wait.
verse 148 All Night my wakeful Heart's intent,
On them to meditate,
verse 149 O Hear me, and my Spirits by,
Thy Judgments Lord renew!
verse 150 For they approach who virtue Fly,
And Mischiefs ways pursue.
verse 158 Thou Lord art ever near to Thine,
And thy Commands are True.
verse 152 I knew long since thy Laws Divine,
Were strong and lasting too.
verse 153 Weigh Lord, my sufferings! set Me free,
Who don't forget thy Laws!
verse 154 And for thy promise quicken me,
O save and plead my Cause!
verse 155 Salvations far from Sinners who,
Thy Statutes ne're pursue.
verse 156 But as thy Mercys kindly flow,
My strength, just God, renew!
verse 157 Tho cruel Foes unnumber'd are,
I don't thy Laws decline.
verse 158 But see with Grief how Sinners dare;
Against thy Word combine.
verse 159 See how I in thy Laws delight,
In Love revive my Soul!
verse 160 Truth founds thy Word, thy Judgments right;
Shall Times last Force controul.

Schin, 21. Than, 22.

verse 161 Pursued by Kings, with Causeless Hate;
Yet more thy Words I fear'd.
verse 162 In me more Joys thy Words Create,
Then Spoils in Battel clear'd.
verse 163 Lies I with Hate and scorn disclaim,
But Love thy Laws to trust.
verse 164 Seven times a day I praise thy Name,
For all thy Judgments Just.
verse 165 They live in Peace, who love thy Word,
No Cares disturb their Rest.
verse 166 I wait for thy Salvation, Lord,
With thy Commandments blest.
verse 167 My Soul thy Testimonies takes,
And loves exceedingly.
verse 168 Thy Laws its whole Employment makes;
My ways before Thee lie.
verse 169 Lord, let my Crys approach thy Place,
Thy Statutes make me Wise!
verse 170 My Prayers ascend, and from thy Face
My Promis'd Rescue rise!
verse 171 My Lips shall utter Praises well,
When all thy Statutes taught;
verse 172 And on thy Word, my Tongue shall dwell,
And Orders justly wrought.
verse 173 Lord help me with thy gracious Hand,
For I thy Precepts chose.
verse 174 I long for thy Salvation, and
My Joy thy Laws compose.
verse 175 O let me live and praise thy Name,
Thy Judgements help my Cause!
verse 176 And me, poor wandring Sheep, reclaim
Who n'er forget thy Laws!

PSAL. cxx.

verse 1 TO God in deep Distress, I cry
Who bows his Ear to me.
verse 2 My Soul, Dear Lord, from Lips which lie,
And Tongues deceitful free!
verse 3 What shall be pay'd, what done to Thee;
Thou false deceitful Tongue?
verse 4 Thy Portion burning Con's shall be,
And Arrows from the strong.
verse 5 Wo's me that I constrain'd so long,
In Forreign Tents abide!
Wo's me who banish'd thus among:
Men us'd to Blood reside!
verse 6 My Soul hath sojourn'd long with those,
Who hate the Thoughts of Peace,
verse 7 If I▪ the Name of Peace propose,
Their Quarrels most encrease.

Another Metre, Proper Tune.

verse 1 TO God in Troubles I
And deep Distresses cry,
And He receives my Prayer.
2 Lord, save my Soul from those;
Whose Lips with Falslhood close;
Whose Tongues deceitful are.
verse 3 What shall be paid to Thee,
Or what thy Portion be
Thou while deceitful Tongue?
verse 4 Hot Coals of Juniper,
Shalt thou from Justice bear,
And Arrows of the strong,
verse 5 Woe's me alas! that I
Must thro' necessity,
In dismal Tents abide!
Woe's me! who must so long
In Banishment, among
Blood-thirsty Brutes reside!
verse 6 My Soul has sojourn'd long
With those who live by wrong,
But hate the Thoughts of Peace.
verse 7 When I for Peace would move
That Peace I dearly love.
Their Feuds and Jarrs encrease.

PSAL. cxxj.

verse 1 UP to the Hills I lift my Eyes,
From whence my Aids descend?
verse 2 The Lord who made the Earth and Skyes,
Will sure assistance send.
verse 3 Hee'l fix thy Foot secure: No sleeps
Thy Watchman can surprize.
verse 4 That God who Israel safely keeps,
Ne're shuts his wakeful Eyes.
verse 5 The Lord is thy Protector sure,
And he defends thy Head
Thy Maker will his shade secure
O're all thy Dwellings spread.
verse 6 So all the Sun's fierce Summer Beams
Shall never make thee i [...]l.
On thee the Moons unwholesome Gleams
No hurtful Dews distil.
verse 7 The Lord from Ills shall keep thee free,
Thy Soul from Harms secure:
verse 8 Go out, come in, he'll follow thee,
His Loves unchang'd endure.

Another Metre: Proper Tune.

verse 1 ABove the Hills I raise my Eyes,
And thence assur'd expect,
That God should me protect.
verse 2 From God my certain Aid shall rise
From that God whose Word gave Birth
To the Skies, and humbler Earth.
verse 3 No stumbling shall thy Feet surpize,
Thy Guardian never sleeps,
verse 4 That God who Israel keeps,
Can never shut his wakeful Eyes;
verse 5 But with his Protection blest,
Thou beneath his Shade shalt rest,
verse 6 The scorching Sun's directest Beams
Unhurt thy Head shalt bear,
And no Distemper fear:
Nor shall the Moon's malignant Gleams,
Poisonous Vapours, us'd to kill
With her Midnight Dews distil.
verse 7 The Lord from Harms shall keep thee free,
And all those I is controul,
Which might affect thy Soul.
verse 8 Go out, come in, he follows thee,
And with Goodness thee secures,
Which from Age to Age endures.

PSAL. cxxij.

verse 1 WIth Joy I heard the Captives cry,
Gods House is all our Quest.
verse 2 Our wearied Steps shall chearfully
In Salem's Entrance rest.
verse 3 As where sweet Peace and Beauty join,
So Salem's Buildingss grow;
verse 4 And there God's holy Tribes combine,
And to his Presence flow.
There Israels Testimony stands,
And Gods great Name they praise.
verse 5 The Throne of Justice there commands,
And David's Offspring sways.
verse 6 O pray for Salem's Peace! may those
Who love thee prosper still!
verse 7 May Peace thy Battlements compose,
Thy Houses Plenty fill!
verse 8 For my dear faithful Brethrens sakes,
O may thy Joys encrease!
And where my God his Dwelling makes,
I'll seek thy Wealth and Peace.

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 I Heard with inward Joys
The Captives cheerful Cries,
Gods holy House is all our Quest.
Our often wand'ring Feet
In one Design shall meet,
And in the Gates of Salem rest.
verse 3 As where the Sweets of Peace
With curious Arts increase;
So Salem's happy Buildings rise,
verse 4 For there the Tribes ascend,
And Israel's God attend,
And Thanks and Praises sacrifice.
verse 5 There stands the Judgment-seat,
There David once was great,
And still its to his Offspring due.
verse 6 O pray for Salem's Peace!
O may thy Friend's encrease!
And good Success their Loves pursue!
verse 7 May Peace and Wealth abound
Thy Walls and Houses round,
And for my fairhful Brethrens sakes,
Thy Cause I'le countenance,
Thy Good and Peace advance
Where God his glorious Dwelling makes.

PSAL. cxxiij.

verse 1 UP toward thy Dwelling-place the Skies,
Almighty Lord to Thee
We raise our sad despairing Eyes,
Consum'd with Misery.
verse 2 As some poor beaten Slave would watch
His Master's angry Hands,
Or some corrected Maid dispatch
Her Mistresses Commands.
Yet view each Look, each turning Glance,
To find if Pitty there
Would in their smoother Brows advance,
Or in their Eyes appear.
So justly we, chastis'd for Sins,
In patient Silence wait,
Till God, once more appeas'd, begins
To raise our mournful State.
verse 3 Pity, ô pity, Lord, our Woes!
O hear our earnest Cries!
And let thy Vengeance silence those
Who our sad State despise
verse 4 Enough, dear Lord, enough we've born
The scoffing World's Abuse,
And all that Insolence and Scorn,
Which Pride and Wealth produce.

PSAL. cxxiv.

verse 1 HAd not the Lord our Cause maintain'd,
Sing now, and show a grateful Mind.
verse 2 Had not the Lord our Right sustain'd,
When Men of Blood our Fall design'd.
verse 3 Our Land had been at once dovour'd,
All swallow'd by the barbarous Foe;
verse 4 As Brooks by mighty Rains o're-pour'd,
At once the Neighbouring Meads o'reflow.
verse 5 Thus had our happy Days been past,
Our Hopes, our Joys, our Souls Destroy'd.
Our Foes yet scarce appeas'd at last,
Or their inhuman Entrails cloy'd.
verse 6 But blest, ô ever blest be He
Whose careful Love our Souls redeem'd!
And us from cruel Hands set free,
His Name be prais'd, his Works esteem'd.
verse 7 We 'scap'd as little Birds escape,
When just beneath the Fowler's Hand.
Our God disclos'd the Fatal Trap,
And we, through Him, in Safety stand.
verse 8 Let then the cruel World combine,
And Malice private Plots devise,
Our Help's at hand, our Hope divine
On God, who made the World, relies.

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 THis grateful Song may shew a grateful Mind.
Had not the mighty God our Cause maintain'd
verse 2 Had not our gracious Lord our Right sustain'd
When cruel Men with barbarous Oaths combin'd
And to destroy our hated Land design'd.
verse 3 Their Rage which for a proper Morsel sought,
Their bloody Throats wide as Hell's dreadful Gate
Had gorg'd our Church, & swallow'd down the State
verse 4-5 The Deeps the swelling Waves which proudly wrought.
A Flood quite o're our Souls at once had brought
verse 6 O blest be God who sav'd the trembling Prey:
verse 7 Our Souls as Birds from crafty Fowlers freed,
And broke the Snares, and our Escape decreed!
verse 8 Our Souls for Help on Him alone shall stay,
Who made the worlds, and whom the worlds obey.

PSAL. cxxv.

verse 1 THey fix'd, as Sion's Mount, endure,
Who in their Maker trust:
verse 2 As Mountains salem's Walls secure,
So God secures the Just.
verse 3 Ill Men shan't o're the Good prevail,
Or in their Quarters rest,
Lest they beneath Temptations fail,
Above their Strength opprest.
verse 4 Be good and kind, dear Lord, to those,
Who Peace and Goodness love!
To such thy gentle Smiles disclose,
Whose Hearts are fix'd above!
verse 5 But those who tread in Ways perverse,
Gods just Revenge shall find:
Who'll Peace among his own disperse,
And to his Saints be kind.

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 THose who on God have fix'd their Trust,
Unmov'd, like Sion's Mount, endure:
verse 2 As Mountains Salem's Walls secure,
So God Himself secures the Just,
His Mercies endless store
Shall last when Time's no more.
verse 3 He checks the Wickeds angry Course,
When they his holy Saints assail,
They may, but never long, prevail:
Lest Faith crush'd by unequal Force,
Should faintly quit the Field,
And to the Tempter yield.
verse 4 To those, dear God, who Goodness love,
To Men of upright Hearts be kind!
While those the Sinners Portion find,
Who stubborn and perversely move;
But on God's Israel
Shall Peace eternal dwell.

PSAL. cxxvj.

verse 1 WHen Home the Lord his Captives lead,
At first it seem'd a Dream;
verse 2 But Joy was quickly round us spread,
And Praise our glorious Theam.
The very Gentile Nations round.
Cry'd out at once, amaz'd:
See how God's Favours there abound;
How soon his Friends are rais'd!
verse 3 God's Loves to us indeed abound,
Our Joys are truely great;
verse 4 That Work which, Lord, thy Hands have found,
O let thy Hands compleat!
So Judah's long deserted Lands
Shall more Refreshment know,
Then where soft Streams thro' Southern Sands,
With constant Coolness flow
verse 5 Thus Men may sow in Tears, but hope
To reap their Fields in Joy.
Their precious Seed may give them Scope
For Faith's Divine Employ.
verse 6 Long may they wait, and long may fear
Their, Seed was vainly sown;
Yet home their Sheaves triumphant bring,
At last a Burden grown.

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 WHen God at last
Return'd his happy Captives home,
We all appear'd
Like those who in their Slumbers dream.
verse 2 Mirth from our Lips,
Praise from our chearful Tongues would come.
Mirth daily was
Our Food, and Praise our daily Theam.
The very Heathens round us wondring, cry'd,
See how God's Love to them is magnifi'd!
verse 3 God's Love to us
Indeed is highly magnify'd.
Our present Joys
Are more than former Sorrows great.
verse 4 Thou, Lord, who dost
Ful [...] Streams for Southern Lands provide.
O let our Re­stitution be at last compleat!
verse 5 So Judah's Lands shall more Refreshment know,
Than Sands thro' which thy cooling Rivers flow.
Thus, tho' swell'd Grief
Rou's in with an impetuous Tide,
Yet sliding off,
It soon its Place to Joy resigns.
verse 6 And he who pre­tious Seed on barren Mountains try'd,
And thro' a fond
Mistake to cold Despair inclines:
Comes home at last with Joys triumphant Sound,
With weighty Sheves his fruitful Harvest crown'd.

PSAL. cxxvij.

verse 1 IF God to build the House denies,
The Workmen build in vain;
And Towns, without Gods wakeful Eyes,
A needless Watch maintain.
verse 2 Before the Mornings Blushes rise,
Your daily Works renew,
And till the Stars remount the Skies,
Your daily Works pursue.
Fare ne're so hard, it's all in vain,
If yet by God unblest;
Do all, and but his Smiles obtain,
You'll safely, sweetly rest.
verse 3 Lo, Children from the pregnant Womb,
By Gods blest Influence grow,
verse 4 Like Arrows, in their youthful Bloom,
Shot from some Gyant's Bow.
verse 5 O happy's he, whose Quiver's sill'd
With such bright Shafts resound!
He'll ne're to Force, nor Malice yield,
While these his Foes confound.

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 IF God to build the House denies,
The Workmen build, but build in vain,
And Cities useless Guards maintain,
If God withdraws his watchful Eyes.
Gods Help out-does the Builders Art,
And He performs the Watchman's Part.
verse 2 Before the Morning-Blushes rise,
Your daily painful Works renew,
Your daily painful Works pursue,
Till Night again obscures the Skies,
Support your selves with meanest Fare,
The Drink of Tears, the Bread of Care.
In vain you toil, and build in vain,
If God still at a Distance stands,
And neither bless your Heads nor Hands.
But if his Love you once obtain,
Then rise, or watch, or fast, or weep,
You'll safely live, and sweetly sleep.
verse 3 Lo! Children from the pregnant Womb,
By God's immediate Blessing grow,
verse 4 Like Shafts sent from some Giants Bow
They seem in all their youthful Bloom;
They too can hurl their deadly Darts
With steady Hands, and daring Hearts.
verse 5 O happy's he, whose Quiver sounds
With such important Shafts as these!
The Man his Foes undaunted sees.
No Fear his Head or Heart confounds,
Nor will he quit the Martial Field,
While these Support and Comfort yield.

PSAL. cxxviij.

verse 1 HAppy, thrice happy Thou,
Who in his own best way,
Dost to thy Great Creator bow,
And his Commands obey!
verse 2 His Blessings round thee wait;
And on thy Labours rest,
Thy meaner, but contented State,
With Peace and Safety blest.
verse 3 Like some fair spreading Vine
With purple Grapes o're-born;
So thy kind Mates chast Beauties shine,
Her Fruits thy Walls adorn.
The lovely Mother she
With hopeful Issue crown'd,
Her Sons, like Olive Plants, shall be
Thy Tables planted round.
verse 4 Thus sha'l the Lord his Grace
On thee his Friend bestow,
verse 5 To thee, from Sion's sacred Place,
A thousand Favours show.
Blest with a firm old Age,
Thy happy Eyes shall see
Thy lively fruitful Heirs presage
A long Posterity
verse 6 Thy happy Eyes shall see
The Churches blest encrease,
Secur'd by long Felicity,
And universal Peace.

PSAL. cxxix.

verse 1 ME from my Youth may Israel say,
My Foes have oft opprest
verse 2 In vain, from Youthful Years have they
Distur'd my Peaceful Rest.
verse 3 Deep o're my Back the Wicked plow'd,
And long their furrows drew,
And would of short successes proud,
Their spiteful ways pursue.
verse 4 But God, the Righteous Judge, with ease
Their Cords in Pieces tore.
verse 5 May Shame and Fear, these Wretches seize,
Who hate to Sion bore!
verse 6 Let them, like Corn on Houses, dy
Which Springs but quickly dyes,
verse 7 Which Mowers pass regardless by
And Reapers, all despise.
verse 8 No Passengers would kindly call,
To such as labour'd there,
Gods Blessing on Your Labours fall,
His Name your Harvest cheer!

PSAL. cxxx.

verse 1 FRom gloomy Deeps, Dear Lord, to Thee
From gloomy Deeps I cry'd
verse 2 O hear me! let thy Mercy be
No more to me deny'd!
verse 3 Shouldst thou our Sinns severely weigh,
Who Lord thy Wrath could bear?
verse 4 But Pardon is thy gentler Way,
The Spring of Godly Fear.
verse 5 My Soul, Lord, waits, it waits for Thee,
And on thy Word depends.
E're I the dawning Morning see,
My Soul the Lord attends
To him ô raise your Humble Eles,
Poor Israels scatter'd Race!
With him kind Mercy treasur'd lies
And never failing Grace.
From Him Redemption freely flows,
And Hee'l redeem Thee too.
From all thy Sinns and all those Woes,
Which justly Sinn pursue.

PSAL. cxxxj.

NO Prides aspiring Rage,
No swelling Thoughts engage.
Dear God my Heart to beat a part
With this corrupted Age.
I ne'r at Empire aim'd,
Nor Crowns, nor Scepters claim'd,
Nor soar'd above with wanton Love,
Of Mysteries enflam'd.
But as some Babe at Rest,
Wean'd from its Mothers Breast;
Close Silence keeps with gentle sleeps,
Or Smiling Slumbers blest,
So Lord my Soul set free
From careful Vanity
From Earths delights and unknown Flights,
In Silence waits on Thee.
O Ye of Israels race,
O seek his glorious Face!
On Him besure your Faith secure,
And his Commands embrace!

PSAL. cxij.

verse 1 REmember Davids Troubles Lord,
How in Affliction He,
verse 2 With faithful Vows engag'd his Word,
O Jacobs God to Thee!
verse 3 High tho my lofty Palace rise,
With Cedar nobly ciel'd.
And Beds with Golden Canopyes,
Would downy Slumbers yield.
verse 4 I'll ne'r my Rooms of State approach,
Nor stretch my self at ease:
No sleep shall on my Brows encroach
My Lids no Slumbers please.
verse 5 Till I that happy Place have found,
By Heavenly Favour blest;
Where Jacobs God on Holy ground,
Will fix his glorious Rest.
It's done! and as our Meaner Race
Of old their Maker chose.
So rough and mean's that wondrous Place
Where hee'l at last repose,
verse 6 Ephrata's Fields and Shilohs Plains,
Are all alas! destroy'd!
And Sions Mount unsmooth'd remains,
And rough, obscure, and void;
Yet there his Arke is fix'd, and there
His sacred Altars stand;
Till there his Temples roofs appear,
And all the Mount command.
verse 7 Come let's approach the place! before
His holy Altars bow,
And at his glorious Feet adore,
And due Submission show!

Part 2.

verse 8 Rise Lord, thy Arke of Glory raise,
Assume thy chosen Seat!
And on thy flock which humbly prays,
Thy Blessings Lord repeat!
verse 9 Thy Priests with Righteousness invest,
Thy Saints for Joy shall sing,
verse 10 For Davids sake his Offspring blest,
To Crowns and Scepters bring!
verse 11 The Lord to David sware of old,
His Oath in Truth was made,
Thy Seed shall still the Kingdom hold,
From Heirs to Heirs convey'd.
verse 12 And if thy Sons with prudent Care
My Covenant observe.
And from those Rules my Laws declare,
Shall never vainly swerve.
I too will them as Kings support,
And thy continued Line:
On Salems Throne in Judae's Court
From Age to Age shall shine.
verse 13 Sion is Gods Election, where
Hee'l hold his Residence.
verse 14 "Here will I always dwell, and here
"My long'd for Rest Commence.
verse 15 "I'le their Provisions largely bless,
"Their Poor with plenty cloy.
verse 16 "Their Priests with my Salvation dress,
"And fill their Saints with Joy.
verse 17 "There Davids Branches ever strong,
"Shall fill the Regal Line,
The Lamp of my Anointed long
"With settled Lustre shine.
verse 18 Shame shall his envious Foes surround,
But his i [...]lustrous Head
With starry Beams of Glory crown'd,
Fresh Honours round him shed.

PSAL. cxxxiij.

verse 1 HOw sweet, how charming is the Sight,
Where prudent, Christians move
In peaceful Ways, and all delight
To wear the Chains of Love?
Then Kindness fills their tender Hearts,
And shoots thro all their Eyes.
Each Tongue a Love unfeign'd imparts,
And Love's their Exercise.
verse 2 So when those fragrant Oils of old,
The Head of Aaron crown'd,
And down his Head the Ba som roll'd,
And drench'd his Garments round.
From him the pleasant Odours thro'
The Tabernacle flow'd,
And on the sacrificing Crew,
A thousand Sweets bestow'd.
verse 3 And as soft Rains, and pearly Dews
On Sion's Mount distill,
And Clouds their Silver Drops diffuse
On H [...]mo [...]'s fruitful Hill.
So God, where Men his Peace maintain,
His Blessing largely sends,
And Love to all that heavenly Train,
From Age to Age extends.

Another Metre, as the 148.

SWeet Peace, blest Charity,
How soft thy heavenly Charms,
When that uniting Tye
The Souls of Brethren arms;
And soars above
Rough Nature's Jars,
And sinful Wars,
On Wings of Love!
More sweet than Balsams shed,
By Gods divine Command,
On Aaron's sacred Head,
Which all his Garments stain'd:
And thence distill'd,
Gods holy Place,
With heavenly Grace,
And Odours fill'd.
verse 3 More sweet than those soft Dews,
Which ancient Hermon crown'd,
Or Drops which Clouds diffuse
Gods holy Mount around.
And all below
Kind warmth prevails,
And pleasant Dales
With Plenty flow.
verse 3 Where such sweet Concord reigns,
The God of Peace descends;
The Church and State maintains,
And every Tribe defends,
His Blessings fall,
And Life and Ease,
And lasting Peace
Extends to all.

PSAL. cxxxiv.

verse 1 YE who before the Lord,
In nightly turns adore
With Praise his wondrous Acts record,
His gracious Smiles implore.
verse 2 Up toward his holy Place
Your Hands devoutly raise,
And all those happy Hours embrace,
To sing his glorious Praise.
verse 3 For he at whose Command
The World from Nothing rose,
Great Blessings with a liberal Hand,
On all his Church bestows.

PSAL. cxxxv.

verse 1 O Praise the Lord, ye Saints, his Name,
With grateful Anthems raise,
verse 2 Who in his, House your Stations claim,
And fill his Courts with Praise!
verse 3 Praise ye the Lord, the gracious Lord,
For 'tis a pleasant Thing;
When Men with Thanks his Name record,
With Thanks his Praises sing.
verse 4 For God himself his Israel chose,
His own peculiar Care;
verse 5 Vain Gods in vain his Strength oppose,
With him in vain compare.
verse 6 Thro' the vast Deeps, Seas, Earth, and Skies
God acts his pleasure all.
verse 7 He bids the cloudy Vapours rise,
And he commands their Fall.
Fierce Lighthings on his pouring Rains,
At his Commands attend:
Rough Winds he from his Treasures dreins,
VVhich thence in Storms ascend.
God, the First-born, from Man to Beast,
Thro trembling Egypt slew,
Him, by his dreadful Plagues opprest,
Distracted Egypt knew.
Pharaoh and all his Armies dy'd
Beneath his weighty Hand
verse 10 He many mighty Kings destroy'd,
And many a fruitful Land;
verse 11 Sihon and Og, and all who reign'd
Of Canaan's Rea [...]ms possest,
verse 12 Till Israel's Race their Kingdoms gain'd,
And there secur'd their Rest.

Part 2.

verse 13 Thy Name, and thy Memorial, Lord,
From Age to Age endures.
verse 14 Thy Justice all thy Saints record,
VVhile that their Peace procures;
For God for all their Sufferings griev'd,
And their afflicted Case,
VVill them, from cruel Foes reliev'd,
VVith tend' rest Loves embrace.
verse 15 Idols for Gods, the Gentiles blind,
Of Gold and Silver use,
VVhose Mouths were ne're for Speech design'd,
VVhose Eyes the Light refuse.
verse 16 No sound could over-reach their Ears,
No Breath their Lives declare;
verse 17 Dull as their Gods, their Slaves appear,
And such their Makers are.
verse 19 The Lord, ô ye of Israel's Race,
O Aaron's House proclaim!
verse 20 Ye Levites, ye who seek his Grace,
O Praise his sacred Name!
verse 21 With Blessings from his holy Hill
His Name and Acts record;
Whose Glories all his Churches fill,
Praise ye, ô praise the Lord!

PSAL. cxxxvj.

verse 1 O Praise th' Eternal Lord,
verse 2 The God of Gods adore!
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure
A never-failing Store.
verse 3 O praise the Lord of Lords,
verse 4 Who Wonders works alone!
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure
To end [...]ess Ages known.
verse 5 Praise Him whose curious Hand
Stretch'd out the lofty Skies:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
When all expiring lies.
verse 6 He made firm Land above
The mighty Waters rise:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure.
When Time and Nature dies.
verse 7 Praise Him whose Wisdom first
Set up the glorious Light:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
As that immensely bright.
verse 8 The Sun to rule the Day,
verse 9 The Moon and Stars the Night:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure
In all the Nations sight.
verse 10 He all their eldest Hopes
Thro' Egypt's Land destroy'd:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
O're all his Works employ'd.
verse 11 Thence with an out-stretch'd Arm
verse 12 He lead his Israel's Race:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
When Time resigns his Place.

Part 2.

verse 13 Praise Him whose powerful Hand
Made mighty Seas divide:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
Thro' endless Ages try'd.
verse 14 VVho thro' the sandy Deeps
All Israel's Armies lead:
His Mercies sure Unchang'd endure,
In all his Actions read.
verse 15 But o're proud Pharaoh's Host
Returning VVaves prevail'd:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure
On all his own Entail'd.
verse 16 VVho thro' the Desert wilde,
His People march'd secure:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
And as his Nature pure.
verse 17 He many powerful Kings,
verse 18 And mighty Princes slew:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
To all his Servants true.
verse 19 The surly Amorite,
verse 20 And Bashan's Gyant Lord:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
As his Eternal VVord.
verse 21 Praise Him, who all their Land
verse 22 On Israel's Race bestow'd:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
To all his Creatures show'd.
verse 23 He help'd our mean Estate,
verse 24 And us from Foes redeem'd:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
By all his Saints esteem'd.
verse 25 He feeds his Creatures all;
O praise this heavenly King:
His Mercies sure unchang'd endure,
Let all his Creatures sing!

Another Metre, as the 148th.

verse 1 O Praise th' Eternal Lord!
verse 2 The God of Gods adore,
verse 3 The Lord of Lords record,
verse 4 And all his Wonders store.
For certainly
His Mercies sure
Unchang'd endure
Eternally.
verse 5 Praise Him whose curious Hand
Stretch'd out the lofty Skies,
verse 6 And made the solid Land
Above the Waters rise.
For certainly, &c.
verse 7 He through Confusions sway,
Drew out the glorious Light,
verse 8 The Sun to rule the Day,
verse 9 The Moon and Stars the Night.
For certainly, &c.
verse 10 He all the First-born slew
Thro' Egypt's mournful Land,
verse 11 And out his Israel drew
verse 12 With his victorious Hand.
For certainly, &c.
verse 13 Praise Him, before whose Rod,
The Seas divided fled,
verse 14 And thro' strange ways untrod,
His Jacob's Army led.
For certainly, &c.
verse 15 Who drowning Pharaoh's Host,
verse 16 His own thro' Deserts train'd,
verse 17 And Canaan's ancient Coast
verse 18 With Blood of Princes stain'd.
For certainly, &c.
verse 19 The furious Amorite,
verse 20 And Bashan's Monster King
verse 21 He slew, that to their Right
verse 22 He might his Servants bring.
For certainly, &c.
verse 23 Praise Him who helps our Needs,
verse 24 And gives us Victories,
verse 25 Who all his Creatures feeds,
And reigns above the Skies.
For certainly, &c.

PSAL. 137. Proper Tune.

ON Babel's Rivers Banks we sate,
O're-whelm'd with Miseries,
And Tears for Sion's ruin'd State,
O're-flow'd our mournful Eyes.
verse 2 Useless our Harps untun'd, unstrung,
As our disorder'd Minds,
On Willows unregarded hung,
Expos'd to wanton Winds.
verse 3 But our too cruel Conquerors there
Disturb'd our silent Woes,
And bad us change our mournful Cheen,
Our Thoughts to Songs compose.
"Let's hear, they cry'd, that wondrous Song,
"Which once your God could charm,
"Our Ears for Sion's Musick long,
"Our heavy Hearts to warm.
verse 4 What shall we sing our holy Songs
To please our haughty Foes?
Shall we, what to our God belongs,
In Heathen Lands expose?
verse 5 No, should we Salem's Woes pass o're,
Her Desolations slight,
O may our skilful Hands no more
The curious Ear delight.
verse 6 O may our Tongues be silent quite,
If we her Walls forget;
Or don't, above our chief Delight,
Poor Salem's Sorrows set!
verse 7 Think, Lord, on Esau's barbarous Race,
How at our Fall they cry'd,
Down, down, their mighty Walls deface!
O're-turn their ancient Pride!
verse 8 Nor shalt thou Babel e're avoid
Our God's revenging Hand,
Since He by whom thy Pride's destroy'd,
Shall, blest, in safety stand.
verse 9 Gods Blessings on his Arms shall rest,
Who breaks the tender Bones
Of Babes torn from the Mother's Breast,
On unrelenting stones.

Another Metre: As the 51th. Proper Tune.

verse 1 WHen on Euphrates Banks we lay,
Poor slaves oppress'd with Cares and Fears;
And thought on Salem's fatal Day,
Our Sighs burst out at last in Tears,
We saw proud Babel firmly wall'd,
Her Buildings fair, serene her state,
The sight poor Salem's Doom recall'd,
Augmenting Sorrows dismal weight.
verse 2 Thither in vain our Harps wee'd brought,
To calm our Thoughts, and ease our Woes,
Such Ease, alass! in vain we sought,
Our Wounds no Musick's Balm could close.
Careless, at last, we hung them by,
On mournful Willows planted round,
Where the sad Strings by sympathy,
Sigh'd, broke, and gave a doleful sound.
verse 3 But they whose cruel Hands had laid
Our Country waste, our selves in Chains,
A sport of all our Sorrows made,
And call'd for Musick's pleasing streins.
"Come take your lazy Harps, they cry,
"Tune well, tune every sounding string,
"Let's have, some godly melody,
"Some chearful Hallelujah sing!
verse 4 Inhumane! should we prostitute
Our holiest Things to Dogs, or Swine?
Should we God's sacred Name pollute,
Or treat his Foes with songs Divine?
verse 5 Ah Lord! Ah Sion's ancient Fame!
Ah Salem's ruin'd Walls! shall we
Forget Dear Sion's darling Name,
Or Widdowed Salem's Misery?
No; rather may our Fingers loose
Their Relish on the tuneful Lyre;
Our Hands their sweetest Strokes refuse
Their softest Touch, and noblest Fire,
verse 6 Oh! may Eternal Hoarseness seize
Our Throats! our Tongues be always dry!
No more our charming Anthems please,
If Salem's sad remembrance dye.
Nay, should Joys sudden Extasies.
To Heav'n our drooping Tempers raise;
O may we ne'er approach the Skies,
If Sion crowns not all our Praise!
verse 7 Think, Lord, on Esan's Sons whose Spite
Unnaturally urged our Fate:
Down, Down with Salem; Rase it quite;
Down with that Birthright-stealing State!
Our deathful Cries not one kind Look
Could from obdurate Brethren gain;
Our Griefs they for Diversion took;
Laugh'd at our Cries, and mock'd our Pain.
verse 8 Nor shall thy Doom, proud Babel, stay;
Thy Sword was cruel too; thy Rage
Could brutish Edom's Curse obey,
And against Tears and Cries engage.
See where God's dreadful Judgments wait,
To strike the dead revenging Blow!
And bless'd be He whose mortal hate
Shall make thee taste of Salem's woe!
verse 9 Thrice happy he whose hands shall tear
From Mother's Breasts thy Infant Race;
Nor for their tender Out-cries spare,
But dash their Brains in every place.

PSAL. cxxxviij.

verse 1 WIth all my heart, thy Praises I
Before the Gods will sing,
verse 2 And to thy Temple chearfully
My grateful Offerings bring:
Before thy Holy Place I'll bow,
Thy Truth, thy Mercies praise;
For o'er thy Name entirely now
Thy Word it self displays.
verse 3 I pray'd; thou heard'st my Prayer: restor'd
To strength my Soul appear'd.
verse 4 All Earthly Kings shall praise the Lord,
When they his Words have heard.
verse 5 Joy shall enlarge their Hearts, when they
Shall tread thy sacred Ways:
When they thy Just Commands obey,
They'll all thy Glories praise.
verse 6 For though the Lord, enthron'd on High,
The World's vast Empire sways,
On humble Souls He casts his Eye,
And scorns the Prides haughty ways.
verse 7 Though I, involv'd in mighty Woes,
As sunk and lost appear,
Thy Hand shall break my angry Foes,
And save my Soul from fear.
verse 8 Since, Lord, thy Mercies boundless are,
O don't my Hopes defeat;
But all thy Works, for me, with care,
Thy Handy works compleat!

PSAL cxxxix.

verse 1 LOrd, Thou hast fully search'd me out,
And throughly canvass'd me!
verse 2 My Rest my Rise, each shapeless Thought
Is known long since to Thee.
verse 3 Thy wond'rous Art, curious Hand,
My private Path displays;
By Thee my very Sleeps are scann'd,
And all my various Ways.
verse 4 What e'r my serious Thought produce,
Before the Words are fram'd,
Before my Tongue can find its use,
Is in thy Ears proclaim'd.
verse 5 When I my Shape, so clean, so fair,
Behind, Before, survey;
I know thy Hand, thy ski ful Care,
Thus built my humble Clay.
verse 6 Would I into thy Secrets pry,
This Forming Wisdom know;
verse 7 For me such Skill is far to high;
And I, alas! too low.
Whither, O whither then should I
Go from thy piercing sight?
O whither from thy Spirit's Eye
Direct my secret flight?
verse 8 If I climb high above the sky
Thy Throne of Glory's there:
If in Hell's gloomy Deeps I lie,
In Hell thy Powers appear.
verse 9 If I, on Morning's purple Wings,
Out-strip, the fleeting Day,
And toward the Ocean's Western Springs
Find out an unknown way,
verse 10 Yet there thy far extended Hand
Would lead me out at last;
And thy Right Hand my Steps command,
And ever hold me fast.
verse 11 Nay, should I say, the gloomy Night
Shall sure my Steps conceal,
Around me soon a glorious Light
Would all my Walks reveal.
verse 12 Should Night condense its darkest Steams
One dismal Gloom to frame,
That Gloom, with more than Mid-days Beams,
Would Night it self enflame.

Part 2.

verse 13 For in my Mother's Womb, of old,
Thy Hand my Reins possest;
And, in a wondrous Covering roll'd,
Did all my Limbs invest.
verse 14 Since in my Shape, and round me, all
Thy dreadful Wonders shine;
My Thoughts shall all my Works recall
And in thy Praise combine.
verse 15 When in the lower Womb, embrac'd,
My curious Texture grew;
Thy Wisdom all that Darkness trac'd,
And all my Substance knew.
verse 16 The Lord my formless Substance view'd,
And in His Book enroll'd;
And as each Day with Shape endu'd,
My growing Members told.
verse 17 How dear thy Counsels, Lord, to me!
How vast their Numbers are!
The Sands we round the Ocean see,
Can't with their Summs compare:
verse 18 On then all Day I closely muse;
And in my Nightly Dreams,
They through my Soul themselves diffuse,
And are my waking Themes.
verse 19 The Lord shall wicked Men destroy:
Begone, Blood-thirsty Crew,
verse 20 Who against God your Tongues employ,
His Name with Lyes pursue!
verse 21 I with a perfect rage at those
Who hate my maker, fly;
verse 22 And such, as if my deadly Foes,
With deadly hate defie.
verse 23 O search me! Try my Heart! and see
Which way my Thoughts encline!
verse 24 And all ill Thoughts remove, and me
Conduct in Paths divine!

PSAL. cxl.

verse 1 FRom vile, from godless Men, Dear Lord,
O save! O rescue me!
verse 2 Whose Hearts in wicked Plots accord,
And quarrel constantly.
verse 3 Their Tongues more pointed much than those
Of angry Serpents are;
Their Lips more Venome far disclose,
Than fretted Asps prepare.
verse 4 From Sinners, and the Violent,
Me, Lord, in peace bestow!
Whose spite against my ways is bent,
And would my Steps o'erthrow.
verse 5 Their Nets, their Snares, their Ginns they lay
With unsuspected Arts;
And when they quite surround my Way,
They please their scornful Hearts.
verse 6 Thou art my God, my Lord, a [...]one:
Then to the Lord I said,
The Prayers, the Supplications own,
By me thy Servant made!
verse 7 Thou art my strength alone; from Thee
My safety, Lord, descends:
When furious Battels compass me,
Thy Hand my Head defends.
verse 8 Lord, let not wicked Workers thrive,
Nor gain their base Design!
Lest they their Hearts; if thou connive,
To haughty Pride resign.
verse 9 But as for all that impious Crew
Who now my Path surround,
Let the malicious Lyes they brew,
Themselves at last confound!
verse 10 On them let burning Sulphur rain,
Hot Flames, about them fly,
And they, O never rais'd again,
In dismal Darkness lie!
verse 11 Ne'er let the dismal Wordy Tool
On Earth continue long;
Let mischief hurt the Griping Fool,
Who still delights in Wrong.
verse 12 I know th'afflicted Poor Man's Claim
The Lord will still maintain:
verse 13 The Righteous then shall praise thy Name,
And in thy Sight remain.

PSAL. cxli.

verse 1 I Call'd on Thee; Lord, haste and hear,
And let my Voice, my Cries
verse 2 As Incense prove! my Hands appear
As Ev'ning Sacrifice!
verse 3 Lord, by thy Grace, my Mouth secure,
My Lips with Wisdom close!
verse 4 And let my, Heart from Sin be pure,
And wicked Works oppose.
Lest I associate with those
Who only Sin pursue,
And feast where luscious Plenty flows
Amongst the scornful Crew.
verse 5 Whene'er I sin with pity may
The Good my Sins reprove;
Their Wounds are kinder far than they
Who feign deceitful Love.
Let those, Lord, heal my Head, as Oil
Which heals and molliflies:
And though my Foes attempt my spoil,
For them my Pray'rs shall rise:
verse 6 May their Great Men in rocky Ways
Be trampled under so,
That they my prudent Words may praise
And Wisdom's sweetness know!
verse 7 As Chips from falling Timber fly,
Or Ploughs tear up the Ground;
So, Lord, our Bones unbury'd lie
Our emptied Graves around.
verse 8 To Thee I lift my faithful Eyes!
O don't my Soul reject!
But from those Snares my Foes devise,
My Innocence protect!
verse 9 Let not the Sinner's crafty Snare,
Dear Lord, entangle me!
verse 10 But, while I 'scape, O let his Care
His own Confusion be!

PSAL. clxij.

verse 1 LOrd, from a dismal Place
I pray'd, I cry'd to Thee,
verse 2 With earnest Prayers before thy Face,
I lay'd my Misery.
verse 3 My Spirits fainted quite,
But, Lord thou know it my Way,
And how, my Foes with active spite,
Their Snares about it lay.
verse 4 Where e're I cast my Eyes,
I stand, alass! unknown,
Where e're my Soul for Refuge flies,
It's left forlorn alone.
verse 5 Yet to the Lord, I cry'd,
And said, "My Hope's in Three,
"Thou Lord, while I on Earth abide,
"Shalt all my Portion be.
verse 6 "Lord, hear my Cries! my Woes,
"My lost Condition view,
"Save me from those too mighty Foes,
"Who now my Life pursue!
verse 7 "O let my Soul be free,
"Thy holy Name to praise!
"The Just with Songs shall compass me,
"When Thou my Head shalt raise.

Another Metre.

verse 1 I to the Lord devoutly pray'd,
To him I cry'd aloud
verse 2 And in his sight my Sorrows laid,
And all my Sufferings show'd
verse 3 When my faint Spirit slowly mov'd
Thou knewst my certain way,
How Snares by cruel Arts improv'd,
About my Footsteps lay.
verse 4 I look'd for some Assistance round,
But was, alass! unknown,
My wretched Soul no shelter found,
And was esteem'd by none.
verse 5 Then I, in Prayer, to God confest,
In Thee my Hope's secure,
Thou art, since I my Life possest,
My Lot, my Portion sure.
verse 6 O let my Cries thy Ears engage,
My groaning weakness see!
Save me from Persecutor's rage,
Too strong alass! for me.
verse 7 Lord, set my Soul, from Prison free,
To praise thy sacred Name,,
And when the Righteous compass me,
Thy Bounties I'le proclaim.

PSAL. clxiij.

verse 1 LOrd, hear my Prayers, accept my Cries,
In Truth and Righteousness!
verse 2 And let not Judgments sharp surprize.
Thy Servant's Soul oppress!
For when thy searching Eyes begin,
To try our fading Years,
Lord, in thy sight o'rewhelm'd with Sin,
The purest; Saint appears!
verse 3 My Soul pursu'd by cruel Foes,
My Life quite overthrown,
I ly in Darkness lost, like, those
Who to their Graves are gone.
verse 4 For this my Spirit faints in me,
My Heart deserted mourns,
verse 5 And to my labouring Memory,
My happier Age returns.
On all thy Acts, I daily muse,
Thy Works run daily o're,
verse 6 And as the parching Earth soft Dews,
So Thee my Hands implore.
verse 7 I faint, ô quickly, quickly hear,
Thy smiles, dear Lord, I crave;
Least I, like dying Men, appear,
Who just approach the Grave.
verse 8 Let me thy Mercies early gain,
For, Lord, I trust in Thee,
To Thee I lift my Soul, make plain
The way of Life to me!
verse 9 Save me from all my Foes, who still
To Thee for shelter fly.
verse 10 Teach me to do thy sacred Will,
My Lord, my God, most High!
O let thy Spirit lead me to
The Land of Righteosness,
verse 11 My Soul with active Life renew,
And for thy Glory bless!
Just Lord, from Troubles set me free,
And all my Foes destroy,
Thy Mercy, and thy Help, let me,
Thy Servant, Lord, enjoy!

PSAL. clxjv.

verse 1 BLest be the Lord, my strength, whose Care
And whose victorious Might,
Instructs my ready Hands for War,
My Fingers for the Fight,
verse 2 My Goodness, Fort, my Raiser, He,
My Saviour, and my Shield.
In Him I trust; thro' Him to Me,
My willing People yield.
verse 3 Lord what is Man? what Mans weak Race,
Own'd by the favouring Ey?
verse 4 Meer Vanity! His Age, his Grace,
Like Shadows swiftly fly;
verse 5 Lord bow thy Heavens, come down, divide
The Hills, the Hills shall smoke!
verse 6 Shoot Lightnings, break, destroy their Pride
With one confounding stroke!
verse 7 Lord, from above thy Arms extend,
And save and rescue Me,
From Headstrong Crouds, my Crown defend,
And Forreign Tyranny;
verse 8 From such whose Lips, and Hands in Lyes,
In Deed and Word agree.
verse 9 So I'll new Songs, new Tunes devise,
On Lute and Harp to Thee.

Part 2

verse 10 The Lord his strong Salvation's Guards,
On Royal Head bestows,
And from his Servant David wards,
The plotting. Traitors blows.
verse 11 Save Me, my God! ô rescue Me
From Forreign Enemies!
Whose Words Actions all agree,
In Treachery And Lies.
verse 12 So shall our Sons like Plants alive,
In Water'd Gardens show.
And with a kindly vigour thrive,
And daily stronger grow:
Our Daughters like fair Marble Coines
Smooth'd by some Currious hand;
On which the building sweetly joyns,
The Roofs securely stand.
verse 13 All kind of Grain shall largely flow,
And run our Garners o're;
Till none by Numbers force can know,
Our never ending store.
Our Flocks their Young by thousands, near,
Our very Gates shall lay,
Ten thousands in the rolling Year
About out Pastures play.
verse 14 Our Cattel to their Work be strong,
We no Invasions fear,
No Captives know, no Cries among
Our peaceful Dwellings hear.
verse 15 Happy the Tribes must needs become,
On whom such Favour flows!
But ô more happy those on whom,
Their God himself bestows!

PSAL. cxlv.

verse 1 THy Name, my God, my King, I'll raise
Above the lofty Skyes,
verse 2 Each Day thy Holy Name I'll praise,
And Psalms of thanks devise.
verse 3 Great is our Lord, his Glory's great,
No Bounds his Greatness knows.
verse 4 And Race to race, his Acts repeat,
His wondrous Works disclose.
verse 5 I'll all my serious Thoughts address,
To search thy wondrous ways.
verse 6 The World thy Terrors shall confess,
While I thy Greatness praise.
verse 7 Thy Righteous Truth the World adores,
To mind thy Goodness brings,
And all thy Loves unfailing Stores,
In grateful Anthems Sings.
verse 8 Our Lord's Compassionate and kind,
To vengeance only slow,
verse 9 His Goodness all his Creatures find,
O're all his Mercies flow.
verse 10 Thee all thy Works, ô God, shall Praise
And celebrate thy Name;
Thy Saints as gladly all their Days,
Thy glorious Might proclaim.

Part 2.

verse 11 Thy Might, thy Kingdom's glorious State,
Thy Servants Talk shall show,
verse 12 Till all thy valiant Acts relate,
Thy awful Glories know,
verse 13 Beyond Times bounds, thy Kingdom stands,
Thy Government endures;
verse 14 Thy Help supports the weak; thy Hand
Their timely Ease procures.
verse 15 To Thee all raise their longing Eyes,
From Thee they beg their Food,
verse 16 Thy Bounteous Hand, their Wants supplies,
And satisfies with Good.
verse 17 How Just, blest God, how gentle all
Thy Ways and Works appear!
verse 11 Kind to those Souls which on Thee call,
To those who seek Thee near!
verse 19 Thou grantst the pious Suppliants Prayers,
Thou seest thy Servants Tears.
Thy Hand relieves their Various Cares,
And Ends their Doubts and Fears.
verse 20 But all the wicked World shall find,
Thy Judgments dreadful weight.
To thy revenging Wrath resign'd,
And unrelenting Hate.
verse 21 Thy Name blest God, my Songs shall raise
Above the lofty Skyes;
And all to Thee shall pay their Praise,
Till Times last Moment dyes.

PSAL. cxlvj.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! with praise my Soul,
Thy Maker's Glories raise!
verse 2 While Breath and Life are in me whole,
I'll sing thy lofty Praise.
verse 3 On Kings, on Men of mortal Birth,
For safety ne'r rely,
verse 4 Whose Breath goes out, who turn to Earth,
And all whose Counsels dy.
verse 5 But happy's He whose Hopes, whose Aid,
On God his Lord depends;
verse 6 Who Seas, Earth, Heaven, and all things, made,
Whose Promise never ends.
verse 7 He for the Poor his Judgment shows,
When prest by Violence.
Does Prisoners free, and Food to those
Of Hungry Souls dispence.
verse 8 God to the Blind gives Sense and Eyes,
And with his healing Art
Sets up the sinking Soul; supplies
With Love the faithful Heart.
verse 9 The Widows, Orphans, Stranger's cause,
The Lord himself maintains,
But o're the Stubborn Sinner draws,
Destructions fatal Chains.
verse 10 Thy King, thy Lord, ô Sion reigns;
His Actions all record,
His Throne from Age to Age remains,
Praise ye, ô Praise the Lord!

PSAL. cxlvij.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! its good to Sing
Our Mighty Maker's praise,
Its pleasant, and a comely thing,
His Glorious Acts to blaze.
verse 2 The Lord poor Salem's Walls repairs,
Her wretched Dust removes,
And home her wandring Outcasts bears
Fenced with his tenderest Loves,
verse 3 The Lord finds out with pittying Art,
What Man from Man conceals.
And gently binds the bleeding Heart,
Its wounds as gently Heals.
verse 4 He names the Stars which fill the Skies,
And all their Number Counts,
verse 5 But his great Might and Actions wise,
All numbring Art surmounts.
verse 6 The Lord exalts the lowly Heart,
But casts the Sinner down,
verse 7 Then Sing to God a grateful part,
Your Harps with Praises Crown!
verse 8 With Clouds He covers all the Skies,
Which Rains as duely bring,
And makes the buried Plants to rise.
The Sun burnt Hills to spring.
verse 9 He feeds the Beasts, and at their Cries
For Birds of Prey provides.
verse 10 But strength of Horse, and brawny thighs
Of mighty Men derides.
verse 11 But Loves the Men who fear his Name,
And for his Mercies wait
verse 12 O Sion, Salem, ô proclaim,
Thy God's Majestic State!

Part 2.

verse 13 He strengthens all thy Gates and Bars,
And blesses all thy Seeds,
verse 14 Thro' Him thy Borders, freed from Wars,
On Wheats pure fatness feed.
verse 15 He sends his Word, his Word on Earth,
With wondrous swiftness flies,
verse 16 And gives the Snow its Flaky Birth,
Which all in Fleeces lies.
His heavy Frosts, like Ashes you
Spread o're the Fields behold.
verse 17 His Ice like Morsels lies, and who
Can stand his pierceing Cold?
verse 18 He sends his Word again, and streight
His Ice, his Frosts and Snow!
Before his Warmer gusts abate,
And all in Waters flow.
verse 19 The Lord to Jacobs chosen Race
His Sacred Writings gave;
His Laws, his Judgments, by his Grace,
His Israel only have.
verse 20 So well no other Nation far'd,
Nor of his sacred Word,
Nor of his Righteous Judgments heard,
Praise ye, ô praise the Lord!

PSAL. cxlviij.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! ô Praise the Lord!
On High his Glories raise!
verse 2 Ye Angel Armys all record,
His Name with Joyful Praise!
verse 3 Sun, Moon, and lightsome Stars consent,
To praise his glorious Name;
verse 4 And Heavens high Throne, the Firmament,
Of Waters praise the same!
verse 5 Let these advance his Name, which He
Made by his great Command,
verse 6 And fix'd 'um by a sure Decree,
Unmov'd, unchang'd to stand.
verse 7 Him all ye Earth born Dragons praise,
And each unfathom'd Deep.
verse 8 Fire, Hail, Snow, Winds, which Tempests raise,
Yet still his Orders keep!
verse 9 Vast Hills, small Hillocks, Cedars high
And every Fruitful Tree!
verse 10 Wild Beasts and Tame, and Birds which fly,
And Insects each Degree.
verse 11 Kings, Princes, Nations, Judges, those
Who rule the World below,
verse 12 Youths, Virgins, such as strength disclose,
And Heads adorn'd with Snow.
verse 13 Let all advance their Maker's Name,
Whose Name excells alone,
Whose Name is o're the Worlds vast frame,
On Winds of Glory blown,
verse 14 He only makes his People great;
His Saints his Praise record,
His Israel, his near Friends repeat,
Praise ye ô praise the Lord!

Another Metre. Proper Tune.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! Above
The Skies his Praises sing!
Let Heaven the Seat of Love,
With Heavenly Praises ring
Of his great Name,
Ye Angel Host
With Reverence boast;
His Praise proclaim;
Bright Sun, whose Golden Rays,
Fill all the World with Light;
Pale Moon, bright Stars which blaze,
Thro' the dark Fields of Night,
Heavens outmost Frame;
Vast Deeps which lie
Above the Sky,
His Praise proclaim!
Let these their Maker Praise,
By whose Command Divine,
The Sky its Wealth displays,
And all those Beautys shine.
Fix'd by his Will,
They all stand fast,
And Orders past,
With Joy fulfil.
Ye Dragons Earth-born Race;
And all ye Deeps profound.
With every Natural Grace,
Your Masters Praises sound.
In Praise agree,
Fire, Clouds, Hail, Snow,
And Storms which blow,
At His Decree.
Let Soaring Mountains now,
And smaller Hills descend,
Fruit Trees before Him bow,
And stately Cedars bend.
verse 10 Beasts Wild and Tame,
Birds airy wings,
And creeping Things,
His Praise proclaim!
verse 11 His Praise all Kings on Earth,
And Subject Nations show.
Great Men of Princely Birth,
And such as Judgment know.
verse 12 Each-Youthful Tribe,
Each Virgin Throng,
With Old and Young,
His Praise describe!
verse 13 Let them with one consent,
Exalt their Maker's Name,
And various Ways invent,
To spread his glorious Fame.
His Name shall rise,
With Beams divine,
Thro Earth to Shine,
And reach the Skyes.
verse 14 He makes his Israel great,
And Praise is comely, where
Before his Mercy Seat,
His grateful Tribes appear.
O all accord,
Who Worship near,
His Presence there,
To praise the Lord!

PSAL. cxlix.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! with Anthems new,
The great Jehoviah praise!
His Praise in his Assemblys shew,
On all his Holy Days!
verse 2 With Joy let Israel's Faithful Race,
Their Maker's Power adore,
And Sion's Heirs with humble Grace,
Their Monarchs Smiles implore!
verse 3 Where Harp and Timbrel tun'd invites,
Let all his Praises sing!
To th' Meek, in whom the Lord Delights,
Beauty and Safety spring.
verse 4 Let then each Pious Soul rejoice,
With lightsom Glories blest;
And Praise their God, whose happy choice
Secur'd their Downy Rest
verse 5 To them let God's high Praises yield,
A Ground for all their Joys;
Then They a two edg'd Sword shall wield,
Whose very weight destroys:
verse 6 A Sword whose Point just Vengeance bears,
To all the Nations round,
Whose glittering brandish'd Edge, with Fears
Will all their Hearts confound.
verse 7 Till They their daunted Kings shall bind,
With Ease in Slavish Chains!
And till their Noblest Youth confin'd,
Strong Fetters weight restrains.
verse 8 To execute that Ancient Doom,
Which Holy Books record,
Such Honour all his Saints assume,
Praise ye, ô praise the Lord!

PSAL. cl.

verse 1 O Praise the mighty Lord!
His Holyness proclaim!
His wondrous Acts record.
And praise his awful Name,
His dreadful might,
O celebrate!
His Power and State,
In Songs recite!
verse 3 Praise Him with Trumpets sound,
With sweet Tun'd Harp and Lute!
Sing all the Chorus round,
To cheerful Pipe and Flute!
verse 4 Your Voices raise!
The King of Kings
With sounding Strings,
And Organs praise!
verse 5 Wind up the Cymbals high,
Till with a Shriller sound,
Wide as the vaulted Sky,
Your cheerful Notes rebound.
verse 6 With Spritely Flame
Each living thing,
His Glories sing,
And Praise his Name!

Another Metre.

verse 1 PRaise ye the Lord! ô praise the Lord!
His strength, his Holiness adore,
verse 2 His Name, his Might, with praise record,
His Majesty with praise implore!
verse 3 Praise him with Trumpets Martial sound,
With Lute and Harp his praise advance!
verse 4 With Organs, and with Timbrels round,
And Viols, and a cheerful Dance!
verse 5 With high tun'd Cymbals praise his Name,
His Name to loudest Cymbals Sing.
And all whom Vital Spirits enflame,
O praise the World's Eternal King!
To Father, Holy Ghost and Son,
One blest one glorious Trinity,
As is, as was e're Time begun,
So endless praise, and Glory be!
The End of the PSALMS.

DOXOLOGIES.

For the 1st. Metre of the 1st. Psalm, &c.

TO Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Immense, Eternal, Three in One,
By Us, and all the Heavenly Host,
Be Glory pay'd, and Homage done!

For the 2d. Metre, and all of 8 and 6 Syllables.

To Father, Spirit, Son, Blest Three,
In whom we move and Live,
One undivided Trinity,
Unceasing Glories give!

For the 2d. Metre, of the 8th. Psal. and all of Ten Syllables.

To God the Father, and to God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost, blest Trinity,
As is, as was, before the World begun,
Eternal praise, Eternal Glory be!

For the 2d. Metre of the 11th. Psalm.

To Father Holy Ghost and Son,
One God, as was e're Time begun,
As now We see,
So ever be
All Humblest Homage done!

For the 2d. Metre of the 15th, Psalm.

To Father, Holy Ghost and Son,
Blest Three in One!
Eternal Praise and Glory pay,
His Word obey,
As was of Old; as still we see,
And shall, when Times extinguish'd, be.

For the 17th Psal, and all Two Sixes, and Eight and Six.

To Father, Spirit, Son,
One God in Persons three,
Be Glory paid and Homage done,
Thro' all Eternity

For the 20th. and 122d. Psalm, 1st. Metre and proper Tune.

To that great Lord above,
The God of Peace and Love,
In Essence One, in Persons Three,
To Father, Spirit, Son,
Each God immense alone,
One Undivided Trinity.
To him your Anthems raise,
And Holy Songs of Praise,
And Glories pay, and Reverence shew,
So God of old was bless'd
Of these he's still possest,
And these will when Time's done be due.

For the 22d. and 124th. Psal. 2d. Metre.

To God the Father, and to God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost, Almighty Three,
One only God, one Glorious Trinity,
As shall be, is, and was e're Time begun,
Be lasting Glories paid and Homage done.

For the 23d. Psalm, 2d. Metre.

To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
Eternal glorious Three and One,
Be Glory paid.
His Word obey'd.
As was before Times Birth begun,
As is, and still shall be,
Thro' all Eternity.

For the 24th. Psalm, 2d. Metre.

To one great God, one mighty Lord,
One Eternal Trinity,
The Father, the Eternal Word,
And the Spirits Majesty,
Wee'l gladly raise,
Unceasing praise,
And his endless Glories sound.
So Saints of old,
His Name extold.
So we'll keep th' Eternal round.

For the 29th. Psalm, or 127th. 2d. Metre, or 48th. 2d. Metre.

To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
One blest, one glorious Trinity,
Who fram'd this Universe alone,
All Honour, Praise, and Glories be,
So 'twas of Old, at Present too,
And shall when Time's run out be due.

For the 33d. Psal. 2 Metre.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
By us, and all the Heavenly Host,
Be equal Glories paid!
Great Three in One! thus blest of old,
They still their ancient Honours hold,
And must be still obey'd.

For the 43d. Psal. 2d. Metre.

To the Father, Spirit, Son,
One glorious Trinity,
Persons Three, in Essence One,
Eternal Glory be!
Thus e're Time begun its race,
The Godhead was obey'd,
This when Time resigns its place,
Must to our Lord be paid.

For the 3d. Metre os the same Psalm.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One blest Eternal Trinity,
By us and all the Heavenly Host,
Be Praise ascrib'd and Majesty,
So 'twas at first, and still shall be,
When Time expires, and Nature's lost.

For Psal. 45th. Metre 3d. &c.

To that great Lord who rules above,
The God of Might, of Peace, and Love,
In Essence One, in Persons Three!
To Father, Holy Ghost and Son,
Each God Himself, immense alone,
One undivided Trinity.
To Him with Hearts exalted raise,
Your Holy Hyms and Songs of Praise,
And Glories pay, and Reverence shew.
So He before Time's Birth was bless'd,
Of these He's now by Right possest,
And they'l, when Time's no more, be due.

For the 50th. Psal. 2d. Metre.

To God the Father, and to God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost, coaequal Three;
Three Holy Persons, but ador'd in One!
All equal Honours, equal Glories be,
His Glory shone e're Time's first Springs could move it,
And vast Eternity shall more improve it.

For the 51st. Psal. and 137th. Psal. 2d. Metre.

All Glory to that Mighty Lord,
Who made the World, and all its Host!
The Father, the Begotten Word,
And the proceeding Holy Ghost.
As was e're Time's first Race begun,
As was when Time commenc'd his Score.
As is, and ever shall be done,
When Nature sinks, and Time's no more.

For the 53d. Rsal. 2d. Metre.

To one Almighty Lord,
One glorious Trinity,
The Father, Spirit Word,
Eternal Glories be,
So happy Angels Sung,
Before the World begun,
So ever Lord among,
Thy Servants shall be done.

For the 58th. Psal. 3d. Metre.

To God alone,
The Mighty Father, Mighty Son,
And Holy Ghost,
Blest Trinity, great Three in One,
Be Homage done.
As was before the World begun,
When th' Angel Host!
O're Rebel Mates the Conquest wonne,
So we at present Sing his glorious Praise,
So All shall Sing when Time it self decays.

For Psalm 60, and 121st. Metre 2d.

To Father, Holy Ghost and Son,
One God, in Persons Three,
All Praise and Glory be!
As was before Time's race begun;
As is now, and shall be paid,
When swift Time its self is laid.

For Psal. 69, 2d. Metre.

To Father and Son,
And Pure Holy Ghost,
One blest Trinity,
All Glory be paid,
As e're Ttime begun,
By the Heavenly Host,
And by All must be,
When Time's motions are laid.

for Plal. 72, 2d. Metre.

To Father, Holy Ghost and Son,
Blest Trinity, Great Three in One,
Be Glory paid and Homage done,
So 'twas before this All was made,
Nor shall God's Honours ever fade,
But shall when All's consum'd be paid.

For Psalm 76, or 148th. Proper Tune.

To Father, Spirit, Son,
The glorious Trinity,
In Sacred Essence One!
All Praise and Glory be,
As now We see,
As was Time past,
And shall outlast Eternity.

For Psalm 85, 2d. Metre. Proper Tune.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One blest one glorious Trinity,
From all the World's Created Host!
Eternal Praise and Glories be,
So 'twas e're Time begun,
And ever shall be done.

For Psalm 93, 2d. Metre.

To Father, Spirit, Son,
Eternal Three in One!
All praise and Glory be,
As 'twas in Times of old,
And we shall still behold,
And thro' Eternity.

For the 95th. Psal. 2d. Metre.

To the Father, Spirit, Son,
God Eternal Three in One,
Be all Praise and Glory paid,
When the World in Dust is lay'd.

For Psal. 97. 2d. Metre.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three,
A glorious Trinity,
In Eternal Essence One.
By all the bright Angelic Host above,
By us the Sons of Grace, and Heirs of Love,
Be Praise and Glory paid,
As was in days of old,
As is where God's Command's obey'd,
And shall as long as Nature Hold,
And when the World's consum'd and all its ruins cold

For the 98. 2d. Metre.

To Father, Spirit, Son,
Eternal Three in One,
One glorious Trinity,
Unceasing Glory be,
As was e're time begun,
And ever shall be done.

For the 119th. Psal. Proper Tune.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
Be Glory paid, and Homage done,
By all the Heavenly Host:
By us, and all Mankind, as was,
Before Time'e Course begun,
As is, and undecay'd shall pass,
When Time's last Moment's run.

For Psal. 127, Metre 2d.

To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son,
One glorious God, in persons Three,
One Undivided Trinity,
Be glory paid, and Homage done,
'Twas so e're Time's first race begun,
And shall be when his last is run.

Si male quid Cecini me Culpa redarguet Ipsum,
Si bene quid, redeat Gloria Sola Deo.

FINIS.

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