THE MINDES Melodie.
CONTAYNING CERTAYNE Psalmes of the Kinglie Prophete Dauid, applyed to a nevv pleasant tune, verie comfortable to euerie one that is rightlie acquainted therewith.
EDINBVRGH PRINTED BE ROBERT CHARTERIS, Printer to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie. 1605.
Cum Priuilegio Regali.
THE MINDES Melodie.
PSAL. I.
BLEST is the man,
Yea happie than,
By grace that can
Eschew ill counsell and the godles gates:
And walkes not in
The way of sin,
Nor doth begin
To sit with mockers in the scornefull sates.
But in IEHO VAES law
Delites aright,
And studies it to know
Both day and night:
That man shall bee
Like to the tree
Fast planted by the running riuer growes:
That frute doth beare
In tyme of yeare,
Whose leafe shall neuer fade, nor rute vnlouse.
[Page] ¶ His actions all,
Ay prosper shall,
Which shall not fall;
The godles men but as the calfe or sand:
That day by day,
Winde driuith away,
Therefore, I say,
The wicked in the judgement shall not stand:
Nor sinners rise no more
Whom God disdaines,
In the assemblie where
The just remaines:
For why? the Lord,
Who bear'th record,
Doth know the righteous conuersations ay;
And godles gates,
Which he so hates,
Shall quite die, perish & doubtlesse decay.
PSALME IIII.
TO thee I call,
In my great thrall,
And troubles all:
Hear me, ô Lord my God of righteousnesse,
Of mercie free,
Thou hast set mee
At libertie,
Haue mercie Lord, and rid me from distresse.
O men of mortall name,
[Page] How long will yee
My glorie turne to shame,
With vanitie?
O Sonnes of men,
Why doe ye then
Seeke after lies with the vngodly ghuest:
The Lord aboue,
Doth surelie loue
The godlie man, and heareth my request.
¶ In aw therefore,
Giue God the glore;
And sinne no more:
With quyet mynde examine well your heart.
Your sweete incense
Of innocence
With confidence
Bring to the Lord, your selues to him conuert.
The worldlie wretch all day
Doth neuer cease,
For well and wealth to pray,
This life to ease:
But thou thy grace,
And louing face
With brightfull beames make on vs Lord to shine
Graunt vs thy light
And fauour bright,
We pray the Lord thine eare to vs incline.
¶ With heart and voice,
I will rejoice,
[Page] And make my choise
Of this thy grace, before all worldlie care:
This treasure great
Doth me delite,
With joy perfite,
More then the wretch, for al his goods & geas
As granes and grapes so gay
In tyme of yeare,
That filles his heart, I say,
With joyfull cheare.
In rest and peace,
I finde release,
And willy down, & sleepe with sound repose;
For thou my guarde,
And sure rewarde,
My help, my hope, doest keep me frō my foes.
PSALME VI.
LORD Irequyre,
That in thme yre
Fuming as fyre,
Thou me no wayes rebuke nor yet reject:
Though I doe swerue,
And so deserue,
That I should sterue,
In mercie Lord, I pray thee yet correct:
For griefe and anguish he:
Me so opprest,
That in my weary bones
[Page] I finde no rest:
My soule and mynde,
Are so sore pynde,
That it I can expresse in no degree:
O Lord I say,
How long delay,
Wilt thou to cure my woe and miserie?
¶ Let thy sweete face,
And wonted grace
In tyme and space
Returne to free my soule from all her paine:
Not for no thing
That she can bring;
That is condigne,
But for thy mercie freely made her gaine.
For why? amongst the dead
Who shall thee praise?
Shall dust and asse in earth
Thy glorie blaise?
My plaintes trewlie,
So grieuous be,
That I am like to swerue I am so faint,
All night I greet,
My couch I weet
With trickling tears gusht out with my complaint.
¶ Mine eyes dim bee,
And will not see
My sinne trewlie,
And griefe hes so possest my heauie heart;
[Page] For feare of those,
That bomy foes,
And would rejoise
To see my wreak & would my soule subuert.
But now away all ye
That wicked be:
For the Lord he hath heard
My plaint and crie:
And not onelie,
He hath heard me,
But granted my request and whole desyre:
And shall my foes,
In tyme disclose,
And thē confound with shame in his hote yre
PSALME VIII.
IEHOVA, Lord
Who can record
In writ or word
Thy name so great on earth & euerie where?
Which thou hast plaist,
As pleasde thee best,
Aud worthiest
Aboue the heauens and christall cleared aire.
Thou makes thy laude and praise
Thy strength and might
From breath of babes to rise,
Both day and nigh:
In suckling ones,
[Page] Thy graces remaines
For to be seene, and beautie excellent:
The mouth to close
Of godlesse foes.
That readie are to slay the innocent.
¶ When I behold
The high heauens mould,
That doth vnfold
Thy wondrous works by thy owne fingers wroght
The Moone so bright,
And starrie light,
That shines by night:
With gleaming fires, all formed out of noght:
What thing is mortall wight,
Then doe, I say,
Of whome thou Lord of might,
Art myndfull ay?
The Sonne of man,
What is he than,
Whom thou by grace doest choose & beautifie
Yet little lesse,
I must confesse,
Thou hast him made then Angels in degree.
¶ And thou his name,
And glorious frame,
Exalts with same,
And crownes his head with royall Majestie:
And as a King,
Him sets to raigne,
[Page] Ou'r euerie thing,
That life, breath, forme & shape hath taine of thee
As sheepe, Oxe, horse, and beast
That feeds on land:
Yea all such things are preast
At his command:
The fishe that swym,
With out-spred fin,
And fowls eachone that haunt into the Aire:
IEHOVA Lord,
Who can record
Thy Name so great on earth and euery wher?
PSALME XV.
OLORD who shall
Thy tent indwell,
Celestiall,
Who shall abide within thine holie hill?
That walks in light,
And doth thats right
With all his might.
His brothers name doth not reproach & spill:
Nor yet can heare his fame
In any sort
To be imparde with blame,
Or false report:
That doth abstaine
From euerie meane
And wrongful way to work his neighbour wo
[Page] And in whose sight
The wicked wight
That God despytes, despyted is also.
¶ But such as loue
The Lord aboue,
He doth approue
And honors them with loue and reuerence:
That band doth make,
And will not breake,
For losse nor lacke
That may ensue, nor any such pretence.
Nor yet doth put his coyne
To vsurie:
Nor the just cause purloyne
Through bry berie,
Who meanes right so,
These thinges to do,
And steadfastlie doth keepe the persite way,
As Syon Hill
He shall stand still.
And neuer moue, nor perithe or decay.
PSALME XIX.
THE firmament,
And heauens out-stent,
So excellent
Thy handy-work & glorious praise proclaim
Each day to day,
Succeeding ay
[Page] In their array,
And night to night by course doe preache the same:
No sound of breath nor speach
Of men haue they,
Yet euerie-where they preache
Thy praise, I say:
Their lyne goeth out,
The earth about,
Their voice is heard throughout the world so wide:
There he a throne,
Set for the Sunne
And Paylion plight, his mansion to abide.
¶ Who like a groome
Of great renoume
Right braue doth come
Frō chamber straight with comlie countenāces
Or like a knight
In pleasant plight,
Doth haste with might
To runne the race, his honor to aduances
His rysing and his race
It doth appeare
Euen from the out-most space
Of heauens Spheare,
Then hes he taine,
His course againe
Through azurde sky by reuolution right:
Nothing can be
Hid from the eye
[Page] And burning beames of that great lampe of light
¶ Gods word is cleare
His law sinceere,
And most enteere
The sinfull soule to him for to conuert:
His precepts pure,
Both firme and sure,
And can allure,
And make right wise the sober simple heart.
Thy wayes and statutes all
Are righteousnesse,
Which glad the soules in thrall,
With joyfulnesse,
They giue cleare light,
To our blinde sight,
Thy feare is pure and euer permanent:
Thou cannot rew;
Thy judgements trew,
And righteous are, ô Lord Omnipotent.
¶ Much gold of price,
Refyned twyce,
Yea, more then thryce
Is not in worth with them for to be valu'de:
The honie white,
Pure and perfite,
Mouing delite
Is not so sweete, nor so much to be craued.
They make thy seruants wile
And circumspect,
[Page] And what to enterprise,
They him direct
In keeping them
Great is the gaine
And rich rewarde for such lade vp for euer:
But who can count
Sinnes that surmount
From secreet sins, good Lord my soule deliuer.
¶ O Lord vouchsaue,
I humblie craue
Me for to saue,
And cleanse my hart frō proud presumptuous sin:
Then shall I bee.
From sinnes set free
That troubles mee,
Preserue me Lord that I walke not therein:
And let them not preuaile
Me to possesse:
Then I will without faile
Loue righteousnesse:
Accept my plaint,
Which I present
Before thy sight with humble hart and voice:
My strength and stay,
Thou art for ay,
And Sauiour sweete in whom I do rejoyce.
PSALME XXIII.
THE Lord most hie,
I know will be,
[Page] An heyrde to me,
I can not long haue stresse nor stand in neede:
He makes my leare,
In feelds so fare,
That without care
I doe repose, and at my pleasure feede.
He sweetlie me conuoyes
To pleasant springes,
Where nothing me annoyes,
But pleasure bringes:
He giues my minde
Peace in such kinde,
That feare of foes nor force can not me reaue:
By him I am lead
In perfite tread,
And for his Name he will me neuer leaue.
¶ Though I should stay
Euen day by day,
In deadlie way,
Yet would I be assurde, and feare no ill:
For why? thy grace
In euerie place
Doth me imbrace,
Thy rod & shiphirds-crook comforts me still
In despyte of my foe,
My table growes:
Thou balmes my head with ioy,
My cuppe ouer-flowes,
Kindnesse and grace,
[Page] Mercie and peace,
Shall follow me for all my wretched dayes:
Then endles joy,
Shall me conuoy
To heauen where I with thee shall be alwaies.
PSALME XLIII.
O LORD of grace,
Iudge thou my cace
From thy high place
My cause reuenge against my deadlie foes:
From wicked traine,
Of fraudfull men,
That thee misken.
Saue me, ô Lord, for I in thee rejoise:
Thou art my God and aide,
My strength and stay:
Why go I then dismaide,
In this array?
Why shouldst thou mee
Reject from thee,
As pray to those that seeke my soule to spill?
Send out thy light,
Thy trueth and right
And guide my wayes vnto thy holie hill.
¶ Then will I to,
Thine Altar goe,
Not fearing foe:
With Harp in hand to sing thy praise for euer:
[Page] My God so deare,
My joy and cheare,
Who doest me heare,
With readie helpe do now my soule deliuer:
My soule, why doest thou freate
Thus in my breast,
With grudging griefe ouer-set,
Not taking rest?
In God most just,
Set all thy trust,
And call on him in all thy stresse and greefe:
I will alwayes,
Him laude and praise,
He is my God, my helpe, my whole releefe.
PSALME LVII.
HAVE reuth on me,
Haue reuth on me,
O Lord from hie,
Haue mercy Lord, in thee my soule doth trust:
Vntill at last,
This stormie blast
Be ouer-past,
In shadow of thy winges my hope shall rest:
On God most high I call
My hearts delyte;
Who will his promise all
To me perfite:
From Heauens Throne
[Page] He will send downe
And saue me from the sharp rebuke & shame
Of cruell foes,
That me inclose:
His mercie sure shall keepe me from al blame.
¶ I lie beset
With Lyons net,
And men are met
In syrie rage my seclie soule to catch:
Whole teeth I weene,
Like arrowes keene
Are to be seene,
Their tongues like swordes some mischeef for to hatch.
Exalt thy selfe therefore
The heauens aboue:
On earth shew forth thy glore,
And power proue:
A snare is made.
And grins are laide
My steps to trap, my feete to fold withall:
I am opptest.
A ditche is drest
For me but loe my foes therein doe fall.
¶ My heart is bent
And permanent
With full intent
To praise the Lord and to extoll his name:
My tongue alway,
Awake I say,
[Page] By breake of day:
My Harpe in haste and Viole doe the same.
I will thee praise among
The people all:
As God and Lord most strong
Thee praise I shall:
Thy mercies great,
And trueth perfite
Doe reache vnto the heauens & cloudie sky;
Exalt therefore
Thy Name and glore
Aboue the clouds and limites of the day.
PSALME XCI.
WHO doth confyde,
And so abyde,
All tyme and tyde
In secreete and in shade of the most Hie:
He may well say,
God is my stay,
And strength alway,
My forth, my hope, in whom my trust doth lie
He shall thee keepe and sence
From hunters snare:
From cruell Pestilence
And all such feate:
And shall the hide
On euerie side,
In shadow safe and couert of his winges:
[Page] His truethmost sure,
Ay to indure
Thy sheeld shalbe against all noysome things.
¶ Thou shalt not care,
For any feare,
By night or eare.
Or noone-day bright for the swift fleing dart:
No fearefull Pest,
That may molest,
By night shall rest
On thee, nor plague by day that falles athwart.
Although a thousand men
Before thine eye,
Yea more then thousands ten,
Should fall hard by:
None ill at all,
Shall thee be fall,
No dangerous death nor dread shal come thee neare
But wicked anes,
That God disdaines
He will rewarde as thou shalt see most cleare.
¶ Be not affraide,
Sence thou hast said,
God is mine aide,
And the most high hast set for thy refuge:
No harme nor hurt,
Within thy court
Shall doe thee sturt,
No skaith shall come within thy tent to ludge:
[Page] For he his Angels bright
Hath geuen command
To keep thee day & night
On euerie hand;
And by their arme,
To saue from harme,
And stay thy steps from stumbling at a stone:
Thou shalt down-tread one.
The dragons head,
The Lyon, fearce, the Aspes, their yong each-
¶ Because the Lord,
Of his accord,
Hath said the word
I will him saue and send deliuerance:
He doth adore,
And loue my glore:
I will therefore
Him (saith the Lord) to honor high aduance.
When he shall on me call
In tyme of neede;
I will from dangers all
Rid him with speede:
And him defend,
And succour send
In troubles all, and then him glorifie:
I will alwayes,
Prolong his dayes,
And he doubtlesse my sauing health shall see.
PSALME CI.
NOW will I sing,
To thee, ô King,
Aboue all thing,
Of mercie mixt with judgement righteous:
In perfite way,
I will me stay,
Awaiting ay
Vntill thou come, my God most gratious:
In mynde and heart vpright
I will begin
To walke before thy sight
My house within:
No wickednesse
Shalt me possesse,
The sinners worke I hate with all disdaine:
None ill at all,
Shall with me dwell,
Mine heart, mine hand, from such I wil refrain.
¶ Thou froward heart,
That workes me smart
From me depart,
Go take thy leaue, for I no ill will know:
Such as defame
With slanderous blame
Their neighbours name
I will destroy, and them no mercie show.
The proud presumptuous ghuest
With loftie looke,
And hautie minde possest
[Page] I can not brooke;
Myne heart, myne eye
Shall euer be
Vpon the just, and faithfull of the land:
They shall abyde
All tyme and tyde
Within thy Court, to serue at thy command.
¶ The man I say,
That doth not stray
From the right way,
I will aduance in honour to excell:
The guilefull man
That no good can
But lie and faine,
Out of mine house with speed I will expell.
I will cut out by tyme
Out of the land
All the rebellious trayne,
And godlesse band:
And I doe meane
For to maintaine
Gods holie house and sacred Cittie free,
That wicked men
May not remaine
Within his gates for their iniquitie.
PSALME CXVII.
ONATIONS all,
Both great and small,
[Page] With Israell
Vnto the Lorde sing laude and lasting praise:
Exalt his Name,
And glorious fame,
Alwhere proclame
For why? his grace and glore abides alwaies.
He doth his tender loue
To vs extend,
As well each day we proue,
It hath no end:
This mightie Lord,
In worke and word
Is constant sure, his trueth cannot decay:
Giue him therefore
All laude and glore.
Who doth on vs his loue and grace display.
PSALME CXXI.
WHEN I behold,
These Montanes cold,
Can I be bold
To take my journey through this wildernesse?
Wherein doth stand,
On eyther hand,
A bloudie band,
To cut me off with cruell craftinesse:
Heere subtle Sathans slight,
Doth me assaill:
Ther his proud worldly might
[Page] Thinks to preuaill:
In euerie place,
With pleasant face
The snares of sinne besets me round about:
With poysone sweete,
To slay the Spirite,
Conspyred all to take my life no doubt.
¶ But God is hee,
Will succour mee,
And let me see
His sauing bealth ay readie at command:
Euen IEHOVA,
That creat al,
Both great and smal,
In heauen and aire, and in the sea and land.
Freat not my fearefull heart,
My breast within,
This God will take thy part
Thy course to rin:
He will thee guyde,
Thou shalt not slyde,
Thy feet shal steadfast stand in the right way:
He will thee keepe,
He will not sleepe,
Nor suffer soes to catch thee as a pray.
¶ The Lord doth keepe,
Israell his sheepe,
And will not sleepe,
Beneath his shadow thou shalt saifliely:
[Page] Right sure and firme,
With his right arme,
Saue the from harme
He shall, and all thy fearefull foes defy.
The day hote, Sunnes offence,
Shall not thee greeue,
Nor cold Moones influence
By night thee moue,
God of his grace,
From his high place
Shall saue thee from all ill in euerie way:
Thou goes about,
Both in and out,
He shall thee blesse and prosper now and ay.
PSALME CXXV.
AS Sion Hill,
That's firme and still,
And neuer will,
Nor can remoue, through danger of decayes
So that man shall,
Lord with thee dwell,
Fearing no fall,
Who trustes in thee, and, shall indure for ay.
Like Mountaines round about
Ierusalem:
IEHOVA so no doubt
Shall couer him:
The rod and yocke
[Page] Of Gods owne flocke
Shall not ay rest vpon the godlie race:
Lest they through griefe,
Without releefe
The wandring waies of wicked men imbrace.
¶ O Lord our God,
Remoue thy rod,
Make not abode
From such as feare thy name with perfite hart:
And walke vpright,
Before thy sight,
In thy trew light,
Thy grace their guyde let not from them depart
But such as slide abacke,
In crooked wayes,
The Lord shall ouertake,
With suddaine frayes:
Their lot and part
Shall be in smart,
With sinfull men that perishe in thy rage.
With Israell.
Thy peace let dwell
O blessed Lord, to last from age to age,
PSALME CXXVIII.
OBLEST is hee
That feareth thee,
O Lord most hie,
And doth obserue thy constant will and way:
[Page] O well to him,
That hath begun
This course to run;
His labour shall him pleasant frute repay:
To his great joyes encrease
In reuthfull neede,
IEHOVA will him dresse
His life to feede:
His wife shall bee
Like to the tree
That growes full gay fast by his houses side:
His children fair,
Like Olyues rare,
His table shall decore both tyme and tyde.
¶ Such mans successe,
And happinesse.
Shall still increase,
As feares thee, ô Lord most righteous:
Thou wilt not misse,
Right so to blesse
Both him and his
With riches rare and pleasure plenteous:
From Sions holie Hill
Thou shalt see then
To stand and flourish still
Ierusalem:
Thy race and seede,
Shall budde and breed
Before thine eyes in happie state and store.
[Page] With Israell,
And Iuda shall
Thy peace, ô Lord, abyde for euer more.
THE SONG OF SIMEON, S. Luke 2. verse 25.
SINCE that mine eye
Before I die,
O Lord doth see
Thine holie one, our hope and onelie stay:
Whom thou hast send,
In latter end
For to extend
Thy mercies great, that doe endure for ay:
Then let thy seruant Lord,
Depart in peace:
And me of thine accord,
Send to my place,
As thou hast said,
And promise made
That can not faile nor fall in vaine away:
For I rejoyce,
In heart and voyce,
That I'haue seene thy sauing health this day.
¶ Whom thou a light,
Hast set full bright,
Before the sight
Of Ger tiles far and people round about:
And sendst with grace.
[Page] Sinne to deface,
And glorious peace
For to proclame, the earth and world throghout
And as thy Prophetes told
A signe to bee,
For Nations to behold
With faithfull eye:
In speciall,
Thine Israell
To rid from thral, and saue them by his might;
That he their glore,
For euer more.
On Sion hill may shine in beautie bright.
GLORIA PATRI.
O King of Kings
In heauen that rings,
Aboue all things,
Thy people chosen of thine onelie grace:
To raigne with thee
Eternallie,
Them sanctifie
Into thy sweete and euerlasting peace:
Laude to the Trinitie,
On which we call;
[Page] One God in persones three:
Surmounting all;
Fountain: profound,
All praise redound
To thee ô Father with thy Son most sweete:
That Prince of glore,
Did vs restore,
Likewise all praise be to the holie Spirite.
Gloria in excelsis Deo. Amen.