PSALMES. OR SONGS OF SION: Turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange LAND.
By W. S.
Intended for Christmas Carols, and fitted to divers of the most noted and common, but solemne tunes, every where in this Land familiarly used and knowne.
LONDON, Printed by Robert Young.
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To the right Honourable, his approved worthy friend, S r. Thomas Finch, Knight, Lord Maidston, a true Mecoenas and Patron of the MVSES.
Noble SIR,
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At your service,
WILLIAM SLATYER.
PSALMES, OR SONGS OF SION.
PSALME 1.
THrice blest, who hath not bent
t'
[...]ll counsell foo
[...] nor eare,
Nor path of sinners hent,
nor sate in scorners chaire:
But in the law of God the Lord
hath set his whole delight,
And in that law, th' eternall Word,
doth meditate day and night.
He's like the tree that springs
fast by the rivers side,
That faire fruit store forth brings
in her due time and tide:
Whose leafe shall neither fade nor fall,
but flourish still and stand:
The Lord, who plants, doth prosper all
that this man takes in hand.
But now th' ungodly findes
his state is nothing so;
But like, by whirling windes,
chaffe scattered to and fro.
Therefore the wicked never can
in judgement stand upright,
Nor sinners with the righteous man
once come in place or sight.
For why the righteous hath
his wayes made so direct,
That to his vertuous path
the Lord doth yeeld respect.
When wayes of such as do decline
from Gods just statutes showne,
And spurne against the lawes divine
shall quite be overthrowne.
PSALME 6.
THine ire, Lord, on me do not wreake,
Nor in displeasure fell chastise me;
But on me, Lord, since I am weake
Have mercy, and do not despise me.
Lord, heale me; for my bones are vexed:
My soule is sicke, and sore perplexed.
But Lord, how long, how long, I say,
Wilt thou delay, and vengeance take?
Lord turne thee, save my soule I pray;
O save me for thy mercies sake:
For why, in death no man doth minde thee;
In pit, to praise thee, who will finde thee?
But I am weary of my groaning,
Each night wash I my bed with teares,
With teares of my sad plaint and moaning,
Watring my couch through cares and feares.
[Page 3] My beauty gone through foes disdaining,
Worne away with my sad complaining.
Away yet from me sinners vaine,
The Lord hath heard my voice, my grones,
The Lord heares my petition faine:
Will take my prayer, attend my moane,
And all my foes sore vext and wounded,
Sham'd, turn'd backe, shall be soone confounded.
PSALME 8.
O Lord our God and Governour, how hie
and excellent 's thy Name every where?
Thou that hast set thy glory great and majestie
above the starry spangled sphere,
Out of the mouth of tender sucklings thou
art pleas'd to confound thy foes;
For in those babes thou wilt thy might and glory show,
thy graces they disclose.
So when above me the heavens faire and hie
workes of those fingers of thine
Sun, Moone, and Stars I spy in cleere and azur skie,
in order as thou point'st them to shine:
What thing is man then, O Lord, to mind I call,
that thou shouldst remember him?
What mans race so small, his sons, and his posterity all,
that thou shouldst consider them?
For in degree thou hast made him little lesse
or lower, than the Angels faire:
When more thou did'st blesse, & crown him we confesse
with dignity and glory rare:
Thou mad'st him his dominion to bring
over all thy handy workes of wonder.
Laying every thing, advanced like a King
his feet and subjection under.
All sheep, and Neate, and beasts that appeare
in the fields for to feed or abide;
Foules of the ayre, or Fishes that repaire
through the paths of the seas so wide:
Therefore O Lord of glorious Majesty,
Lord of th' whole world, that do'st heare,
[Page 4] How excellent and great's thy Name advanc't and glory hie
above the starry spangled Spheare?
PSALME II.
IN the Lord put I my trust,
how say ye then to my soule,
To the mountaine that flye she must
like a sielly foule?
For lo the wicked bend their bow,
with their shafts ready prest
Vpon the string, to shoore at those,
so they set up their rest.
Privily doe they hit th' upright
that are in heart, whence throwne,
When downe are the foundation quite,
what hath the righteous done?
The Lord is in his holy place,
in th'eaven is his Throne.
His eyes consider the childrens case,
his eye-lids try each one.
The Lord he will the righteous try,
but the wicked doer,
And him that loveth iniquity,
doth his soule abhorre.
Vpon the wicked he shall reigne
fire, and brimstone, and snares,
Stormy tempest shalbe their gaine,
and cup to drinke their shares.
PSALME 13.
HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord?
ever shall I faint?
How long wilt thou not grace afford
to my sad complaint?
How long wilt thou thy visage hide
from me as thou mean'st to chide?
with thy faces, and thy graces,
so much fear'd restraint.
How long shall I to my unrest
daily making moane?
Take counsell thus within my brest,
and with sighing groane.
How long else shall my deadly foe
above me be exalted so?
My weary heart even daily smarting
when I am alone.
Behold and heare me O my God,
lighten thou mine eyes,
That I sleep not in death abhor'd,
lest with open cry
My enemy rejoyce, and say,
I have prevail'd against him ay:
And that tide when I slide,
seem to get the prize.
But I will in thy mercy trust,
and with heart and voice
In thy salvation, as I must,
evermore rejoyce.
Yea, I will sing unto the Lord,
because, according to his word,
Friendly he hath dealt with me,
and freed me from annoyes.
PSALME 15.
LOrd, within thy Tabernacle
whom wilt thou receiue to dwell?
Or within the habitacle
of thy Sions sacred Cell,
Thy royall Tents high Battlements,
who shall ascend, where comes no ill,
With theet abide, ay to reside,
and rest upon thy holy Hill?
He whose life's upright, and whose
waies and workes are iust and streight,
Whose heart thoughts of truth disclose,
and whose tongue speakes no deceit,
Nor wish nor will his neighbour ill,
in body, honour, goods, or name:
Nor willing takes false tales, or makes
reports, that might impaire the same.
That in heart doth not regard
malicious wicked men and vile:
But who love and feare the Lord
he maketh much of them the while.
That keeps his oath, his word, and troth,
according to their free intent,
Nor will forgoe his promise, though
he finde it to his detriment.
That indeed hath never lent
to the vsurious trade his coine,
Ne for to hurt the innocent
did bribe, play false, or else purloine▪
Who so doth all these things, that shall
be pleasing to thy heavenly doome,
Lord, cannot here in this world feare,
nor perish in the world to come.
PSALME 16.
SAve me and preserve me ever,
O my God, for in thy word
I trusted; and my soule persever:
thou hast said unto the Lord,
Thou art my Lord, my King, my God:
my goods are nothing unto thee.
Those love I well on earth that dwell.
in vertue that excelling be:
Sorrowes to them that runne after
other gods shall be enlarged,
Their blood offerings I'le not offer,
neither shall my lips be charged
Once with their names, to shew the same.
The Lord himselfe disdaineth not
My heritage free portion to be,
my cup, and to maintaine my lot.
Vnto me the line is fallen
in a faire and pleasant place;
A goodly heritage befallen.
I will praise Iehovah's grace,
That warning gave my soule to save,
my reins anights his chastnings bide,
I set thee, and at my right hand
Lord stood'st thou, that I should not slide.
Heart was glad, my tongue and glory,
flesh reioyce, and rest in hope;
For thou wilt not leave me sorry,
nor my soule in grave to droope.
And since from grave my soule to save
thou wilt not let to set me free,
Shall never sure, in pit impure,
thy holy One corruption see.
[Page 8] Thou shalt show O Lord most holy
unto me the path of life;
For with thee the fountaine wholly
is of health, and pleasures rise.
Before thy face that happie place
abounds with ioy such plenteous store.
Thy presence, and at thy right hand
full blisse and life for evermore.
PSALME 19.
LOrd, the Heavens high and faire,
starrie Spheares, and Orbes there under,
Gloriously they do declare
all thy mightie workes of wonder;
Day to day do shew the same,
night to night record thy fame.
No language, tongue, or speech,
in which their voices are not found,
Thy noble acts with lively sound
to th' ends of th' earth to preach.
There he set a Tabernacle
for the Son that Bridegroome wife.
From his chambers receptacle,
doth in Eastern regions rise,
And with valiant champions grace,
giant-like to run his race,
Advanceth in the skie
from end to end, that nothing did
Escape, or from the heat were hid,
or beames of daies bright eye.
Perfect, and the soule converting
is thy law and iudgments sure,
Wisdome to the weake in parting,
thy commandements are pure,
[Page 9] Giving light unto the eies,
they reioyce the heart likewise.
Thy lawes and statutes either
cleane, thy feare endures alway,
Truth thy testimonies ay,
and righteous altogether.
Precious more than gold admired,
than much fin
[...]d gold thy doome,
Sweeter, and to be desired
more than hony or hony-combe:
They forewarne me in my way,
what's so deare & sweet as they?
High honour they intend,
in keeping them's great recompense.
Oh who can tell his secret sins,
how oft he doth offend?
Cleanse, O cleanse my negligence,
secret faults my soule that staine:
So freed, o're me foule offences
nor presumptuous sins shall raigne;
But from many blots made cleane,
let my soule her selfe demeane,
And tongue as may beseeme her,
that both thought of heart & word
May acceptable be, O Lord,
my strength, and my Redeemer.
PSALME 33.
MY Shepheard is the ever living Lord,
and so loving I nothing can need;
In pastures faire, by his heavenly word
conducting me forth to feed.
Pleasantly he, to the fountaines that be
led along by the fruitfull field,
[Page 10] And my soule he did guide downe to the rivers side,
that the waters of comfort yeeld.
Yea, though I walke in the vallie of death,
that I need not to feare none ill:
For it is thou mak'st me still draw my breath,
by the power of thy holy will.
And with thy rod thou wilt save me O God
making haste with thy shepheards crooke,
To relieve me that breath in the shadow of death
by thy favour and gracious looke:
For in the presence of all envious foes
my table hast thou richly spread;
Filling full my cup till it quite overflowes,
and with balme didst annoint my head:
So that now finally, all my life till I dye,
to thy mercie my selfe I commend;
And the Temple of thy grace shall bee my dwelling place,
where the rest of my daies will I spend.
PSALME 42.
LIke th' Hart that strayes,
Breathes, pants, and brayes,
To the rivers faire to gaine,
Even so my poore heart right faine.
My soule I crie
Thirsts, O when nie
To the living God of might,
Shall I come to appeare in his sight?
All times my teares
Are my repast and food,
And more my feares,
When wicked men deride,
Where now is God thy guide;
Stood I at the tide
In sad and heavie mood
[Page 11] My soule ev'n faints,
Voide of her best delight,
Since now she wants
What freedome once she had,
When to the Temple glad
As her traine she led
Musique and songs she might.
Why art thou so
Surcharg'd with woe,
O my soule, and rob'd of rest;
Hope and help is in God most blest:
Trust in his Name,
And praise the same.
O my God, my soule is sad,
Yet thee I remember glad:
For Iordans land,
And little Hermon hill,
Whiles great deepes, and
Griefes one another call,
Ills, like to water-falls,
Stormes, whose noise appalls,
Thy stouds o'rewhelme me still,
In God by day
Mercie and grace I finde,
By night alway
I unto him will sing;
And as oft praier bring,
As my heavenly King,
God of my life I minde.
To God I say, my strength and stay,
Why hast thou forgotten me,
Though I mourn and oppressed be?
Or why else so
Do I troubled go,
[Page 12] As heavie and ill appaid,
Whiles enemies me upbraid.
My bones as 'twere
Smit with a sword asunder,
Whiles those I feare,
My foes that me upbraid,
Where now is God thine aid?
To me daily said,
Making at me a wonder.
Why art thou so
Vext O my soule, and sore
Perplext with woe?
O trust in God most hie,
For on his helpe relie,
Praise him ay will I,
My God and hope evermore.
PSALME 43.
IVdge my cause, O Lord,
And give sentence for me:
My iust plea record
Against the ungodly throng.
From deceitfull crue,
Those that do abhorre me,
Save me Lord most true,
And revenge my wrong.
O God of my strength,
Why hast thou at length
Put me far away from thee?
And O Lord, why so
Heavily doe I goe,
Whiles my foe oppresseth me?
O send out in brightnesse
For my soules uprightnesse.
[Page 13] And to guide me in the way,
Thy lights beames reflecting,
And thy truth directing,
That my steps go not astray.
To thy holy hill
And supernall palace,
Lord conduct me still,
By thy truth and grace.
To thy Temple so,
God of ioy and solace,
Thy Courts will I go;
Even thy holy place,
On the harpe with glee,
I'le give thankes to thee,
Thou O God, my God most deere:
Why art thou so vext,
O my soule perplext,
In so sad and heavie cheere?
O in God most holy,
Put thy trust then wholly.
Vnto him will I give praise,
That in favour ever
Doth to me persever,
God my hope and helpe alwaies.
PSALME 47.
ALl people clap your hands,
Sing laud unto the Lord,
Advance your notes with merry noise,
And telling tune with ioyfull voice
His wonders all abroad.
For why, above all lands,
The Lord is high and great,
[Page 14] A terrible and mighty King,
Angell quires his praises sing,
In heaven his glorious seat.
The people under us be subdu'd,
Vnder our feet the nations rude;
So the Heathen all
He did make, and shall
Vnder our feet to fall.
For his owne sake alone,
And he himselfe an heritage,
The flowring worship of that age;
For us now to whose
Race his lore he showes,
And Iacobs glory chose,
His welbeloved one.
God he is, out of the earth,
Ascended up on hie,
Gone in triumphs merry noise,
And with trumpets royall voice
Vp to the starrie skie.
Sing to our God with mirth,
Sing praises to our King;
For God is King of all the earth,
Sing to him with greatest mirth,
With understanding sing.
God doth o're the Heathen raigne,
God that will his cause maintaine,
God that sits alone,
On his holy Throne,
And is other none,
Doth heaven and earth behold,
And how the princes all abroad
Are to the people of Abrahams God
Ioyn'd, who they intend,
[Page 15] As with a shield defends
All th' earth, and to that end,
High only to be extol'd.
PSALME 63.
GReat is the Lord on hie,
And great his praises still
To be advanc't, and spread abroad
Within the City of our God
Vpon his holy hill.
Mount Sion North doth lie,
And is a pleasant place,
Whence ioy of all the lands doth spring,
The City of the mighty King
Doth so this mountaine grace.
In whose pallaces is showne,
God for a refuge surely knowne;
For lo the King each one
Gathered, and to get her gone,
Were astonied, as thereon
They gaze, & with wondring muse.
Suddenly driven backe they were,
Feare came upon them, and sorrow there,
As on a woman in
Travell, and destroyed they bin
Like the ships of Tharsis, when
With East windes thou wilt them bruise,
As we have heard it said,
So have we seen of old,
Within the City of the Lord
Of hosts, the City of our God,
That ever he will uphold.
O Lord, we wait for aid,
[Page 16] Amid'st thy holy place,
According to thy Name thy praise,
Vnto the worlds end do raise.
Thy loving kindnesse and grace,
Thy right hand thy Saints confesse,
Lord, is full of righteousnesse:
Hence Mount Sions voice,
And the daughters noise
Of Iuda glad reioyce,
Cause of thy iudgements pure.
Compasse Sion, compasse her walls,
Tell well her towers and bulwarkes all,
Marke well her towers, that ye
May tell posterity,
God's our God, and e're will be,
Our guide till death most sure.
PSALME 52.
WHy dost thou boast thy selfe abroad,
thou tyrant, that thou canst do ill:
The loving kindnesse of our God
seene daily, it continueth still.
Deceit and fraud do in thy bosome lurke,
and as thy lewd heart doth devise,
Thy tongue is making of despitefull worke,
like rasor sharpe it cuts with lies.
Thou euill more than good approu'st,
more than truth to speake lies and guile:
All words that may destroy thou lov'st,
O thou deceitfull tongue and vile;
Therefore shall God destroy thee, plucke and take,
and root thee quite out of thy tent,
From the land of the living, thee to make
go int' eternall banishment.
[Page 17] The righteous shall see this, and feare,
and laugh at him, and say, behold,
What is become of this man here,
that on his riches was so bold?
Lo he that tooke not God his fortitude,
but in his malice put his strength,
And in his riches and their multitude,
he fell, and perisht thus at length:
But as for me, I shall be seene
in Gods house alwaies to persever,
Like to an Olive tree so greene,
my trust was in his mercies ever;
So I will alwaies praise thy holy Name,
for that, O Lord, thou hast done this:
I will hope in thy Name, because the same,
before thy Saints so ioyfull is.
PSALME 57.
HAve mercie, O my God, have mercie strait,
My soule doth trust in thee, and on thee wait:
In shadow of thy wings my hope is plac't,
Vntill this tyrannie be over-past.
I'le call unto the most high God, even he;
God that performes his promise towards me:
For he will send from his high heaven, & save me
From their reproofe, would swallow & deprave me.
God will send out his mercy and his truth;
My soule 'mong lions is, I lie in ruth
'Mong mens sons, that are set on fire, their words,
Their teeth are speares & shafts, their tongues sharp swords
Exalt thy self above the heavens, O God,
Thy glorie aye on all the earth abroad.
Nets laid they in my way my soule t' oppresse,
Pits too, but fell in their owne wickednesse.
My heart, O God, prepared is alwaies,
My heart's prepar'd, I will sing and give praise:
Awake my glory, Lute and Harpe I'le take,
And I my selfe right early will awake.
I will praise thee, O Lord, among the nations,
I'le sing to thee among all generations.
Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach,
Thy truth exceeds, and to the clouds doth streach;
Exalt thy selfe above the heavens, O God,
Thy glorie aye o're all the earth abroad.
Awake my Violl, Lute and Harpe awake,
To praise the Lord sweet musicke let us make.
PSALME 60.
O God, thou
[...] cast us out of yore,
And scattred
[...] angry with us fore:
O turne againe
[...]; thou hast made
The land to tremble, and with feare to fade.
O heale he breache, for it fore doth shake;
The breache thereof that thy hands did make.
Thou shewest the people heavie things, in fine
Thou mad'st us drinke a draught of deadly wine.
But now thou hast advanc't an ensigne knowne,
A token given to them that are thine owne:
To them that feare thee, and
In cause of truth by them to be displaied.
That thy beloved may be fully freed,
Helpe with thy right hand, heare me at my need.
God in his holinesse spake, reioyce I shall,
Sechem divide, and mete out Succoth vale;
Gilead is mine, Manasses mine shalbe,
Strength of my head is Ephraim, Iuda he
My Law-giver, Moab my wash-pot nam'd,
I will cast out my shooc o're Edom fam'd:
[Page 19] So will I triumph, and in this designe
Shew thy selfe ioyfull for me Palestine.
Who will leade me into the City great?
Who will bring me unto strong Edoms seat?
Wilt thou not God that helpedst us of yore,
Goe with our armies forth, as heretofore?
'Gainst troubles, O God, give us aide againe;
For else we know the helpe of man is vaine.
Through God we shall do valiant acts well knowne,
For he shall tread our cruell enemies downe.
PSALME 61.
REgard, O Lord, for I complaine,
And make my moane to thee;
Let not my words returne in vaine,
But lend an eare to me:
For from the end and utmost part
Of th' earth, in anguish of my heart
I cry, I cry, O heare my woes:
And on the rocke of thy great power,
My hope, my helpe, my fort, my tower,
O God, my woefull minde repose.
Within thy tent, O King of kings,
I long and hope to dwell,
Vnder the covering of thy wings
I trust, and knew right well
I shalbe safe; for thou wast neere
O God, and didst my prayer heare,
And wilt, and wilt fulfill the same.
Thou Lord do'st my desire regard,
And wilt with gracious gifts reward
All those, all those that seeke thy Name.
A long life thou wilt give the King,
For many an age to raigne;
[Page 20] His yeares shall fresh for ever spring,
Before God to remaine,
Where he shall have a dwelling place
And for thy mercy, truth, and grace,
Shall praise, shall praise thy holy Name:
So will I sing thy praise still,
Performe my duties, vowes fulfill,
And daily, daily pay the same.
PSALME 63.
THou, O God, art my God whom I early enquire,
My soule thirsteth for thee, my flesh doth desire
And long after thee the true fountaine of blisse,
In a harren and dry land where no water is.
O let me behold thee in thy Sanctuary,
And see thy great maiesty, power, and glory;
For thy loving kindnesse is better than life,
And my lips will be telling thy praises most rise.
So Lord will I magnifie thee all my daies,
And lift up my hands in thy Name to thy praise?
My soule shall be filled with marrow and fatnesse,
Mouth and heart praising thee with lip-offrings of gladnesse.
Oft thou on my bed art remembred by me,
And in the night season I thinke upon thee
Because thou hast been my defence from annoyes,
Vnder the shadow of thy wings will I therefore reioyce
My soule cleaveth unto thee; for thy right hand
Vpholdeth me, and therefore Lord shall I stand:
And who seeke for my soule to destroy it, into
The nethermost parts of the earth they shall go,
And with th' edge of the sword they shalbe cast downe,
Made a portion for foxes, whiles ioy the King crowne
[...]
And who sweare by him, by Gods truth underpropt,
But the mouth of all those that speake lies shalbe stopt.
PSALME 65.
O God all praise on thee doth wait,
In Sion thine owne hill:
The vow shalbe performed strait,
According to thy will.
Because the praier of all and some
Thou hear'st, to thee shall all flesh come.
O Lord, O Lord of hosts most hye,
My wicked deeds prevailed have;
But thou, O Lord, in mercie save
My soule, my soule, or else I dye.
The man is blest whom thou dost chuse,
And mak'st to come to thee,
That doth thy house and Temple use,
Where choisest pleasures be;
Whom in thy Courts thou mak'st to dwell,
Where all good things and ioyes excell,
The soules, the soules sweet satisfaction▪
But thou in iustice threa
[...]
[...],
And answerest us with fearfull signes,
O God, O God of our salvation.
O thou the hope of all, and stay
Of th' ends of th' earth, O God,
And of them that far off do stray
In the wilde seas abroad,
That stablish
[...]st the mountaines strong,
And girt with power that doth belong
To thee, to thee, the God of might.
The peoples tumults canst appease,
And still the noise of raging seas,
The noise of waves that would affright.
Lord, they in th' utmost parts of th' earth
That dwell, as 't were dismaied;
[Page 22] Though East and West reioyce with mirth,
Are at thy signes affraid,
Thou mak'st th' out-goings with thy voice,
Of Morne and Evening to reioyce,
And so thou visitest th' earth with raine,
Thou moistned'st it, and mak'st it rich,
The river of God is plenteous, which
In store, prepares them corne and graine:
As thou appointest it to be,
The fields with fruit doe fill,
Thou waterest so abundantly
Her surrowes from the hill.
From whence thou mak'st the raine descend
Into the vallies, to that end,
With showres made soft and to abound,
Whose bud thou blessest every where,
And with thy goodnesse crown'st the yeere;
Thy clouds drop fatnesse on the ground,
O're all the deserts they shall drop,
Such plenty on the earth:
The fields and plaines shall yeeld their crop,
The hils reioyce with mirth,
The little hils shall compast be
With gladnesse, and with merry glee,
That they with ecchoing noise shall ring;
With sheep the plaines and pastures greene,
With corne the vallies covered beene,
Yeomen do shout for ioy, and sing.
PSALME 84.
O Lord, how amiable
Thy Tabernacles be?
The dwelling place, and Temple of thy grace,
How pleasant Lord to me?
[Page 23] My soule, Lord God of Sabboth,
Longs to thy
[...]
My heart doth pant,
My flesh reioyce and faint,
The living God to know.
The Sparrow hath found her a house,
And the Swallow,
A nest for to lay her yong,
Even thy Altars among,
O Lord of hosts most holy,
My God and King, and solely
Great, glorious wholly, and most strong,
O blessed they that dwelling
In thy house sing thy praise,
And blessed he,
Whose strength it is in thee:
And in whose heart thy waies,
Who going through the vallie
Of teares digge fountaines still,
Till with those teares,
As springs it all appeares:
Thy raine their pooles doth fill,
And so from strength to strength do they go,
In the beau
[...] of holinesse cleere,
Till at last everie one do appeare,
Before the Lord in Sion,
Whose mercy they relie on,
And God of gods set eye-on there.
Lord God of hosts my praier,
Thou God of Iacob heare,
Shield us in grace, and looke upon the face
Of thine Annointed deere.
O a day in thy Court's better
Than a thousand other where,
[Page 24] And better dwell,
Doore-keeper in
[...],
[...]
[...]tents that do want thy feare;
For the Lord God is our son and our shield,
Who will give glorie and grace
To them that seeke his face,
And no good thing detained,
O blessed the unstained,
That faith in thee unfained place.
PSALME 87.
FIrmely for ever are her foundations,
On the holy mountaines laid,
Whence that appeares that above the habitation
Of Iacob, as it is said,
The gates were blest,
Of Sion best;
The Lord himselfe we know,
He loveth to dwell thereby.
And glorious be, the things of thee
Were spoken long ago:
O thou City of God most high,
Mention making of Rahab, an eie on
Babylon will I throw,
As among them that my promise relie on,
And seeke my Name to know:
Lo, Palestine, and Tyre is mine,
With Aethiope long ago;
Great peoples bordering by,
Of them is made,
Great bruite, and said,
Of sacred Sion so,
That in her is the most Hic.
[Page 25] There is he borne,
Is of Sion reported,
And famous men of yore,
Many that to the most Holy resorted,
And he will stablish her store;
Shew then he shall,
That the chiefest of all,
Had his beginning there,
When he doth his folke descry,
And all pleasant things,
My fountaines and springs,
Quire, singers, are in thee here,
O thou Citie of God most hic.
PSALME 93.
THe Lord as King aloft doth reigne,
all clad and girt with power,
And maiestie in heaven so hic,
his seat and sacred bower,
Whereas no eie, the Deitie
c're saw, save tending on her,
Those Angels faine, and Cherub traine
[...],
with glory cloth'd and honour.
The world thou hast so surely plac't,
unmou'd it doth persever,
Thy throne much more secur'd of yore,
the heaven of heavens for ever:
Before the Chime of ruinous time,
this world's frame set or wrought on,
And aye her state, beyond all date
of time that can be thought on.
The flouds, O Lord, the flouds record
thy praise, and with their voices,
[Page 26] The flouds do rave, lift up their waves,
and rage with horrid noises.
Though flouds with noise lift up their waves,
and seas enraged swelling,
With waves so hie, would kisse the skie,
yet thou art higher dwelling.
Most mightie Lord, true is thy word,
thy promise failing never;
And holinesse, thy Saints professe,
becomes thy house for ever.
PSALME 97.
THe Lord alone aloft doth raigne,
let peoples maz'd assemble,
He sits between the Cherubims,
though th' earth be mov'd and tremble.
The Lord is great in Sions seat,
and high above all nations;
Yea, they shall fame thy fearfull Name,
throughout all generations.
'Tis holy sure, and the Kings power,
iudgement prepares and loves it,
That iustice be and equitie
in Iacob, he approves it.
Exalt with praise my God alwaies,
upon the Lords Name calling,
'Tis holy knowne, lo then bow downe,
before his footstoole falling.
Moses among the Priestly throng,
and Aaron who beleeved;
With Samuel one, who call'd upon
his Name, and were relieved.
Out of the smoakie pillar spake he
unto them, while he drave them:
[Page 27] Like pastured sheep, his lawes they keep,
and statutes that he gave them.
Heard them thou hast, O Lord, and wast
so favourable to them,
How didst thou take for their deeds sake,
the vengeance due unto them?
Make Gods praise knowne, lo falling downe
before his holy mountaine;
For high in blisse, and holy he is,
love, grace, and mercies fountaine.
PSALME 99.
THe Lord in heaven aloft doth raigne,
and there triumphant sitting;
Let the earth reioyce with mirthfull noise,
and numerous Isles as fitting.
Blacke pitchy clouds, and darknesse shrowds,
his throne on iudgement founded,
Fierce fires that trace before his face,
licke up his foes confounded.
His lightnings round, shone on the ground,
th' earth saw it and was affrighted:
Mountaines like waxe did melt, like flaxe
were at his presence lighted.
His presence this whole world, that is
great Lord, and mightie owner:
Heavens shew his glory, and iustice story,
all Nations see his honour.
Where all that carved Idols served,
and glory in them, confounded:
This Sion had heard, and was glad,
through Salem mirth resounded:
So Iuda's voice, and daughters noise,
thy hests and mercies on her;
[Page 28] O Lord most hie, 'bove earth and skie,
all ye gods give him honour.
Who love the Lord, hate vice abhor'd,
his Saints soules he preserveth:
From wicked and ungodly's hand,
who serve him, he conserveth.
Sprung for th' upright in heart is light,
and for the godly sowne,
Are ioy and wealth, and saving health,
and all good blessings knowne:
Reioyce O then, ye righteous men,
this your memoriall raises;
To th' holy Lord with one accord,
sing everlasting praises.
PSALME 101.
MErcy I will and iudgement sing.
to thee O Lord most holy:
And unto thee, O Lord, will bring
my song, and praier wholly,
Wisely I shall in perfect way,
untill thou come in brightnesse,
Do right, and in my house alway
walke in my hearts uprightnesse.
No wicked thing mine eies shall see,
deeds hate I of back-sliders,
A froward heart shall part from me,
and slanderous lewd deriders:
A priuie whisperer I'le not brooke,
'gainst neighbour, to annoy him,
The proud heart, high and haughty looke,
I cannot but destroy him.
Vnto the meeke mine eies are bent,
who in the land are faithfull,
[Page 29] Shall serve and dwell within my tent,
who's profit, not deceitfull.
The lyar shall my eie not pitie,
I'le spoile the wicked wholly,
And cut off sinners from the Citie
of God the Lord most holy.
PSALME 108.
O God, my heart prepared is,
so is my tongue and voice:
I will sing and give praise, in this
my glorie shall reioice.
Wake, be not mute, Harpe, Violl, Lute,
and I my selfe right early will awake:
Thy praise I'le sing, and Name, O King,
'mong Heathen knowne, & Nations will I make,
'Bove heavens high, thy mercie's great,
thy truth reach't to the clouds;
Exalt thy selfe 'bove heavens seat,
all th' earth thy glorie shrowd.
That so set free thy beloved be,
help with thy right hand O God, & heare my voice.
In holinesse now, hath God we know
thus spoken, I will triumph and reioyce.
For trophees, Sichem I'le divide,
and mete out Succoth vale,
Gilead is mine, Manasses side
unto my share shall fall,
Strength of my head is Ephraim, stead
of Law-giver is Iuda; a wash-pot to me
Is Moab; I'le threw
[...]'re Edom my
[...]oe,
o're Palestine
[...]'l
[...] triumph and
[...]fall be.
Who'll leade me to the Citie strong,
me into Edom bring?
[Page 30] Wilt not thou, who hast left us long,
againe O God and King
Forth with us go, our armies so
'gainst troubles t' aid's, else help of man's but vaine;
Through God shall we do valiantly,
who shall tread down our enemies cruell traine.
PSALME 110.
THe Lord unto my Lord did say,
Sit thou at my right hand for ay,
Till at thy feet so humbly laid,
Thy foes I have thy footstoole made.
The Lord then out of Sion bright,
Shall send the scepter of thy might:
Thou shalt be ruler with thy rod,
Yea, how commander thou shalt be,
Amidst thine enemies all shall see.
And in that day, in which thy raigne
They shall behold, and power plaine,
The people free-will offerings shall,
And holy armie offer all,
Who presents shall to thee O King,
In beauty of holy worship bring:
For lo, the dew of thy birth shewes
Like wombe of youth, and mornings dewes.
Like mornings dew, dew of thy birth,
To far, enrich, and fresh the earth.
The Lord hath sworne, and never may
Repent, thou art a Priest for ay
After Melchisedechs order blest,
Of the most high God, Saint and Priest.
The Lord at thy right hand, that stownd,
Stately Kings in his wrath shall wound,
[Page 31] The heathen brought and Nations all,
Before his iudgement seat, he shall,
Filling their places with their dead,
O're mightie Kingdomes smite th' head,
And drinking of the Brooke in 's way,
Lift up his royall head that day.
PSALME 114.
WHen that Israel was bent
out of Egypt land,
And the house of Iacob went
from that Barbarian strand,
Iuda was his Sanctuary,
and his holy bower;
Israel did see his glory,
dominion, might, and power.
So the sea that fled amaz'd,
saw it, and admired;
Iordans floud that stood still and gaz'd,
turning backe retired.
Mountaines skipped like to rams,
and did quake for feare;
Little hils like trembling lambes,
silly ones they appeare.
O thou sea, what didst thou aile,
that thou fled'st amazed?
Iordans floud, that thou didst quaile,
turned'st backe and gazed?
Mountains that you skipt like rams,
and did trembling shake?
Little hils that like to lambes,
you did feare and quake?
Th' earth did tremble before the face
of the Lord so victorious,
[Page 32] Of thy mighty and puissant grace,
Iacobs God most glorious.
Sea and land, little hils and mountaines,
the Lord God do feare:
From the flint that maketh the fountaines,
rockes to gush, rivers cleere.
PSALME 117.
ALl Nations with mirth
praise ye the Lord alwaies,
And all the kinreds of the earth,
set forth his noble praise:
For great is his grace,
his loving kindnesse ay,
Towards them that seeke his face,
and will no time decay.
The truth of the Lord
endures for evermore;
Ye Nations all, with one accord,
praise ye the Lord therefore.
All praise and honour be
to Father glorious most:
(God three in one, and one in three)
with Son and Holy Ghost.
As since the worlds prime,
hath e're bin heretofore,
And is now at this present time,
and shalbe evermore.
PSALME 121.
I Lift mine eies
Vp to the mountaines and the skies,
Fixing eye on sacred Sion,
Where my hope and helpe relies:
My helpe alone,
Comes from the Lord his glorious throne.
Heaven that made, and earth that laid,
His footstoole that we stand upon.
It is he that helpeth thee,
Suffering not thy foot to slide:
He that keepeth thee, not sleepeth,
No, not slumbreth any tide;
For behold who Israel keeps,
Never slumbers once nor sleeps:
O he that keepeth Israel,
Never slumber him befell.
The Lord is hee,
That evermore preserveth thee;
He doth stand at thy right hand,
His shadow thy defence to be:
The Lord alway shall keep thee,
That the Sun by day,
Or Moone by night shall thee not smite,
Or harme with light or piercing ray:
It is he defendeth thee,
The Lord thy keeper and thy guide,
That doth still from all ill,
Save thy soule as at this tide:
He thy going out did blesse,
And thy comming in no lesse,
And who preserved thee heretofore,
Henceforth will and evermore.
PSALME 122.
I Did in heart reioyce, to heare the people say,
So lovingly with one accord,
Into the house of God the Lord,
We will goe up and pray;
Right ioyfull was the voice, and gracious speech of them:
Our feet shall stand within thy gates,
O City thou of glorious state,
The faire Ierusalem.
Ierusalem is builded so neate,
Like to a City at unitie; a seate
Whereunto the Tribes resort,
Even the Tribes of the Lord,
To testifie with one accord,
His name unto Israel:
And so for to set forth the praise
Of his holy Name alwaies;
And for this respect,
There were the thrones erect
Of iudgement, to direct
And governe thy people well.
There were the thrones erect
Of Davids house for ay;
Now therefore for the peace
Of Ierusalem's encrease,
Let us for ever pray.
Let them all, that do respect
And love thee, prosper still.
Ioy he within thy wals, and peace
And plentie in thy pallaces,
And on thy holy hill.
For my faithfull brethrens sake,
And companions, I will make
[Page 35] Praiers to God on hye,
For thee wishing thy
Plentie and prosperity,
For ever to endure.
And because of the house we see
Of the Lord our God in thee,
I will evermore,
Seeke thy welfare and store;
And to do thee good therefore,
In what I may procure.
PSALME 123.
Vp to thee I lift mine eies,
thou that dwellest in the skies,
As the eies of servants bend,
on their masters hand to tend;
Or a maiden meeke applies,
to her mistresse hand her eies:
So O Lord our God do strait,
all our eies upon thee wait,
Till that thou looke downe upon us,
and O Lord have mercy on us.
Lord haue mercy on us then,
and forgive us sinfull men;
Save our soules, that for thy sake,
much contempt upon us take,
Suffering fore rebuke and shame,
and ev'n filled with the same,
Whiles the rich and worldly wise,
with the proud do us despise.
Though their mocking stockes they make vs,
save yet O Lord, and take us:
Vp to thee I lift mine eies,
thou that dwellest in the skies.
PSALME 124.
IF the Lord him selfe had not been on our side,
may Israel now say, but he is our guide:
If the Lord had not been on our side, when men
rose so furious against us, they had swallowed us then.
They had swallowed us up quick in wrathfull displeasure,
their anger was kindled so hot above measure.
The waters had drown'd us then without controule,
the deep streame had gone even over our soule.
The fierce swelling waters of envie and pride,
had gone over soule with such a strong tide:
But prais'd be the Lord, that hath not given us o're
for a prey to their teeth, that our souls would have tore.
Our soule is escap't like a bird with good speed,
from the snare of the Fouler, that broken, we freed.
Our helpe's in the Name of the Lord alwaies,
that hath made heaven and earth, to his Name be the praise.
PSALME 126.
WHen as the gracious and mercifull Lord,
Meant the delivery of his captived Sion.
And had againe in his mercy restor'd
Their heavie losses, his promise that relye on,
Then, O then, got from extreame
Slavery and vilenesse,
We were like to them that dreame,
Freed from all servilenesse;
And with glee, how did wee
Triumph over sad annoy,
Being our mouth filled now with
Laughter, and our tongue with ioy?
So were the Heathen and Nations soone
Forced to say, and confesse before our faces,
What mighty things for them all he had done,
Praising his heavenly goodnesse and his graces.
[Page 37] Then, O then, how much more we
Bound to magnifie him,
Having much more cause to be
Glad, and glorifie him?
For no lesse, we confesse,
And recount with merry noise,
How great things,
To passe he brings
For us, whereat we do reioyce.
PSALME 130.
OVt of the deeps in great distresse,
where doubts and dangers me oppresse,
I call to thee, Lord heare my voice,
consider well my great annoyes:
And let thine eare receive my moanes,
my sighes, my teares, my plaints, and groanes.
If thou shouldst be extreame, O Lord,
to marke in thought, in deed, and word,
What's done amisse, O who shall stand
under thy strict all-searching hand?
Or when in truth thine eies have tride it,
and iudgement, Lord, who may abide it?
But there is mercy Lord with thee,
mercy, that feared thou maist bee;
And we will love and feare the same,
and waite upon thy holy Name.
I looked Lord, and patiently,
my soule waits on the Lord most hye:
My trust is in his holy word,
my soule it flies unto the Lord.
Before the morning-watch betime,
early before the morning prime,
[Page 38] The dawning morning-watch I say,
my soule flies to the Lord to pray.
O Israel trust in the Lord,
for with him there is mercy stor'd,
And plenteous redemption, he
from all his sins will Israel free:
From sting of death, and feare of hell,
and paines, redeeme his Israel.
PSALME 137.
AS we in Babylon,
Sate by Euphrates flowry side,
With sad laments and moane,
We sold to minde faire Sions pride,
with Harpe and Lute,
our Viols mute,
and instruments we hung
on willow tree'n,
that planted been,
the rivers there among.
Then said they that along,
Vs captives brought in scoffing sort,
Let's heare your Hebrew songs,
And melody, to make us sport:
Alas, said we,
how can that be,
in strangers land unknowne?
so far remou'd
from Sion lou'd,
as loathed Babylon.
Let my right hand forget
The warbling harpes harmonious straines,
Or to my pallat let
My parched tongue cleave for my paines,
[Page 39] If e're I doe
thy love forgoe;
or minding this base earth,
so farre should erre,
not to preferre
faire Salem in my mirth,
Remember Edoms sons,
O Lord, on Sion's fatall day,
How they then all at once,
With cursed noise did cry, and say,
Now Sion fals,
downe goe her wals,
why doe we stand at gaze?
her turrets round,
throw downe to ground,
her stately bulwarkes raze.
O daughter Babylon,
Wasted with misery in fine,
Time shall be, when shall none
Pitie thee, that not pitied'st mine:
Blest then we shall
th' Avenger call,
that scorning mothers moanes,
shall dash the braines
of infants slaine,
against the
[...]uthlesse stones.
PSALME 150.
PRaise ye the Lord ye Saints,
Within his Sanctuary,
Praise him in firmament
Of power, that doth not vary;
In Temple faire
Of holinesse,
[Page 40] And righteousnesse,
His praise declare.
Praise him according to
His greatnesse excellence,
And noble acts that show
His rare magnificence:
Praise him with Flute,
And merry noise,
Of Trumpets voice,
And Harpe and Lute.
Praise him with Cimbals sound,
Dances, and Madrigals,
With Musiques sweetest ground,
Organs and Virginals:
With Cimbals shrill,
Let Viols sweet,
And Psalt'ry meet,
To praise him still.
His laud, let ay most rise,
Well tuned Cimbals sound,
With Timbrels, Strings, and Pipe;
His praises most renown'd,
Let every thing,
Doth life afford
And breath, the Lord
His praises sing.
FINIS.
IF any well affected Gentleman shall bee desirous to sing the Hebrew, Greeke, or Latine Psalmes, to these tunes, or the tunes of the Church, to his Lute, or other Musique, there are manie, or most of the Psalmes so fitted, and for a taste of them, these in Greeke and Latine here presented: the Hebrew to it, and all the rest being readie (if opportunitie were) to bee offered to publicke view.
Idem Psal.
1. Latinè.
BEcatus vir, non ambulans
confiliis impiorum;
Non viá stans, nec discubans
in sede derisorum;
Sed Lege Dei meditarus
interdiu, noctu
(que)
Est ejus Lege jocundatus,
quasi victu, vestitu
(que)
Et erit arbor, ceu plantata,
aquarum juxta rivos,
[Page 43] Fructus quae feret, Deo grata,
dulceis & tempestivos;
Non comae, folia defloruerint
sed aget cuncta prosperè;
Non impii sic; ceu gluma fuerint,
quam rapiet ventus propere;
Non in Iudicio, nec Sanctorum
in coetu, impius stabit;
Quia viam novit Iah justorum,
impiorum reprobabit.
[...]
Idem Psal.
128. Latine.
BEatus, O beatus ter,
qui Dominum timebis,
Vitam hiis viis suaviter
incedens obtinebis,
Dulceis laborum comedes
vivens, videns
(que) fructus,
Spectabilis & foelix es,
mors te nec tanget luctus,
Ceu vitis uxor contegens,
domus tuae parietes,
Erit ut oliva ambiens,
mensam tua progenies;
Sic prosperare faciet,
virum qui timet Deum,
At
(que) è Sione proreget
scuto salutis cum;
Faelicitatem supra salem,
videas, ac donec vives
Natos natorum, sicut pacem,
Israelis inter cives.
[...]. 137.
[...]
[Page]
[...].
Idem Psal.
137. Latinè.
AD flumina Babylonis
ac Maesti olim sedimus,
Dum sanctae nos Syonis
recordaremur flevimus.
Suspendimus salicibus
in ripis organa,
Cum Citharis dulciloquis
plectra
(que) Eburnea.
Illic interrogabant
qui nos captivos detulissent,
Et cantica rogabant
qui nosmet eò abduxissent,
Quid rei vobis, cantate nobis
de canticis Syonis,
Dicturi flemus, quid hic canemus
in terra Babylonis.
Mea dextra pereat
si tui oblitus fuero,
O Salem, lingua haereat
fauci in tui meminero,
Si nobilem Ierusalem
velut in principio,
Summae meae laeticiae
non proposuero.
[Page] Memento filiorum
Edom, O Deus, in die Salem,
Qui in eam hanc stultorum,
vocem eboarunt infernalem,
Dum clamaverunt, & dixerunt,
destruite munimenta,
Exinanite, exinanite,
diruite fundamenta.
Heu filia Babylonis
Misella, sed beatus ille,
Qui lege Talionis
ret ribuet tibi probra mille,
Beatus ille, qui Misellae
ad petram nuper satos
Allidet captos, matris rapto
[...]
è sinu parvos natos.
FINIS.
These Psalms following were left out, being doubly translated, and some others.
PSALME 6.
O Lord doe not rebuke me in
Thy wrathfull indignation,
Chastize me not in due to sin,
Displeasures aggravation:
Have mercy on me Lord, for I
Am weake, and plung'd in misery;
Lord helpe me, for my bones are vext,
My soule is also troubled sore:
But Lord, how long wilt thou explore
My faults, and punish me perplext?
Lord turne to thy wonted grace,
Save and deliver me;
My soule flies, pity her poore case,
For mercies sake to thee:
For why, in death no man we find
Remembreth thee, or who shall mind
To giue thee praises in the pit?
But weary of my groanes and feares,
Each night wash I my bed with teares,
My couch with teares I water it.
[Page 46] For very griefe and foes withall,
My beauties flowre doth fade,
Thence worne away, hence from me all
In vanity is whose trade;
The Lord the voice of my sad teares,
The voice of my petition, heares
My praiers, he will receive the same,
Confounded shalbe all my foes,
Sore vext and turned backe, and those
That wrong me put to sudden shame.
PSALME 23.
MY Sheepheard is th' everliving Lord God
So loving that therefore that I nothing can need.
In pastures faire to make my aboad,
He leadeth me pleasantly forth for to feed:
Faire fields, sweet flowers, beauty excelling,
Every where seeme to bespangle the way;
Coole floud
[...], shady bowers, pleasure there dwelling,
Still to encircle my steps where I stray,
That from the mountaines, as downe to the fountaines,
He led me along by most pleantifull fields,
To the rivers the water's of comfort that yeelds.
So gone out of sadnesse, my soule into gladnesse,
He brought to that happy and heavenly shore,
Where never should sorrow encompasse me most.
Yea, though in vale of the shadow of death
I walked, yet he in his mercy did guide
And keep my feet, that as long as I breath,
From the way they should never of godlinesse slide,
Nights Blacke terror, fore did affright me,
Yet on thy rod and thy staffe did I stay;
[...] bl
[...]ke errors
[...] did despite me,
[...] by thy shepheard, hooke chased away,
[...] face, my
[...] with thy graces,
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
PSALME 108.
MY heart and my tongue is prepared in song,
O my God, my glory alwaies:
Awake Lute and Harpe, I my selfe will awake
right early, to sing and give praise.
I will praise thee O Lord, and thy mercies record,
I will sing unto thee among Nations,
And raise up alwaies thy great glory and praise
among people and generations:
For thy mercy is great above heavens seat,
and thy truth unto the clouds reaching,
Exalt thy selfe hye, O God above skye
and thy glory o're all the earth streaching,
Thy beloved that we, delivered may see,
send helpe from thy holy place;
O stand with us, and aide us with thy right hand,
and heare us of thy good grace:
Out of his holy hill God hath spoken, I will
reioyce, and Sichem divide,
I will mete out the vale of Succoth withall,
and Gilead he is on my side,
Manasses with me, and Ephraim he,
is the strength of my head and stay,
And never to leave her, shall Iuda persever,
Law-giver for ever and ay;
Men Moab shall see, my washpot to be,
over Edom my shooe will I throw,
Triumphing in fine, over Palestine,
I to the strong City will goe:
Who will leade me along, into the same strong
City, of the Philistines their seat?
Who is he that will be a conductor to me
to bring me to Edom the great?
[Page 48] O God, why hast thou forsaken us now?
why wilt thou not helpe us O God?
Or why no more, as thou used'st of yore,
went'st thou forth with our armies abroad?
Gainst troubles relieve us, & saving health give us,
vaine else is the helpe of man knowne;
So shall we through thee do right valiantly,
being thou tread'st our enemies downe.
PSALME 130.
OVt of the lowest deepes depressed,
Doubts and dangers great distressed,
On thy mercy most relying,
Vnto thee, O Lord, with crying,
Sore with misery enthralled,
And with sighes and teares I called,
O heare, heare, O heare, bow downe
Thine eare, attend and heare
My sighes, my cries, my praier.
If thou straitly O most Highest,
What is done amisse descryest,
Who O Lord can stand before thee?
But for mercy we adore thee:
Mercy is with thee declared,
Mercy that thou maist be feared,
O heare, heare, O heare, bow downe
Thine eare, attend and heare
My voice, my noise, my praier.
I have waited Lord upon thee,
Yea my soule hath waited on thee;
I have trusted in thy word,
And my soule waits on the Lord,
Early ere the watch returning,
Morning watch, the dawning morning,
O heare, heare, O heare, bow downe
[Page 49] Thine eare, attend and heare
My moanes, my groanes, my praier,
Israel wait on the Lord,
For with him is mercy stor'd,
And with his best excellences,
Great redemption from offences;
All his sins that Israel saveth,
And shall ever who so craveth:
O heare, heare, O heare, 'twixt hopes
And feares, with sobs and teares,
My sighes, my cries, my praier.
PSALME 150.
O Praise the Lord in holinesse,
You Saints of his his praise professe,
Within his Temple faire and trim,
And firmament of power, praise him
Praise him in all his noble acts,
His mightinesse and famous facts,
according to his excellence
Of greatnesse, and magnificence,
Praise him in sound of Trumpets noise,
Praise him with Lute, and Harpes sweet voice,
Praise him with Cimbals and the like,
With Tabret, Dances, Strings, and Pipe,
Praise him in Musiques sweetest ground,
On the well tuned Cimbals sound,
Praise him with pleasant Madrigals,
Loud Cimbals and sweet Virginals;
Let every thing doth life afford,
Breath out the praises of the Lord.
A Table of the severall Psalmes (with the tunes they are set too) in this Booke.
| Tune. | Psalme. | Page. |
| 1. The man of life vpright, or a Lancashire tune, or H. Pipe. | Thrice blest. Ps. 1. pa. 1. | |
| 2. Q. Dido, or Ia. Shore | Thine ire Lord. ps. 6. p. 2. | |
| 3. Goe from my window. | O L. our God. ps. 8. p. 3. | |
| In the Lord. ps. 11. p. 4. | ||
| 4. Walsingham. | When that Israel. ps. 114 pag. 31. | |
| 5. I sigh as sure. | How long wilt. ps. 13. p. 5 | |
| Lord within thy. ps. 15. pag. 6. | ||
| 6. Dulcina. | Save me and. ps. 16. p. 7. | |
| 7. Barow Faustus dreame | L. the heavens. ps. 19. p. 8. | |
| 8. The Hunters Careere. | My shepheard. ps. 23. p. 9 | |
| 9. The borders of Scotland. | Like th' Hart that. ps. 42. pag. 10. | |
| "10. Callaice, or Crimson Velvet. | Iudge my cause. psa. 43. pag. 12. | |
| 11. All in a Garden greene. | All people. ps. 47. p. 13. | |
| Great is the. ps. 48. p. 15. | ||
| 12. In the Towne, or Susan. | I did in hart. ps. 122. p. 34. | |
| Why dost. psa. 52. p. 16. | ||
| 13. The Marigold that opens, or Fortune. | Have mercy. ps. 57. p. 17. | |
| O God thou. ps. 60. p. 18. | ||
| 14. Palmas, or Complaine my Lute. | Regard O L. ps. 61. p. 19. | |
| O God all. ps. 65. p. 21. | ||
| 15. Faire Angell of England, or Sweete Robin. | O Lo. do not. ps. 6. p. 45. | |
| Thou O God ps. 63. p. 20 | ||
| If the Lord ps. 124. p. 36. | ||
| 16. Phillis, Hilas, or the fairest Nymphe the vallies. | O Lord how. ps. 84. p. 22. | |
| 17. New So Ho. | Firmly for ev. ps. 87. p. 24 | |
| 18. Queene of Love, or, Vnderneath the shadie. | The L. a [...]king. ps. 93. p. 25 | |
| The Lo. alone. ps. 97. p. 26 | ||
| The Lord in. ps. 99 p. 37. | ||
| 19. Abram awake. | Mercy I wil. ps. 101. p. 28. | |
| 20. Yellow ribbon, or will you be gone. | O God my heart. ps. 108 pag [...]9 | |
| 21. Iane Shore, or Come sorrow. | The Lord unto. ps. [...]0 pag. [...]0. | |
| 22. The same tune, or Q. Dido. | Out of the deeps. ps. 130. pag. [...] | |
| 23. Rich Merchant man, or the tune of the 25. Psalme. | All nations. ps. [...]19. p. [...]. | |
| Gloria patri. | ||
| All praise, &c. ibid. | ||
| 24. Moll Sims, or Dulce Maria by Coperario. | I lift my eyes. psa. 12 [...] pag. [...]. | |
| 25. withers tune, or Puichrior si sit. | Vp to thee I lift. ps. 123. pag. 35. | |
| 26. what if a day. | When as the. ps. 136. p. 36 | |
| 27. The Kings tune, or who can blame my woe. | As we in Babylon. ps. 137 pag. 38. And the same in Greeke and Latine. | |
| 28. To the tune of the 148. Psalme. | Praise ye the Lord. psal. 150. pag. 39. | |
| [...]. Beatus vir. psal. 1. pag. 42. | ||
| 29. Tune of the ordinary Psalmes, or Rogero, or Ladies fall. | [...]. Beatus, O. psal. 128. pag. 43, 44. | |
| 30. Daphne. | My shepheard. ps. 23. p. 46 | |
| 31. Earle of Essex funerall Elegy, or O Hone. | Out of the lowest deeps. psal. 130. pag. 48. | |
| 32. Barbara, or Starrie Diana. | My heart and my &c. psal. 108. pag. 47. | |
| 33. Iane Shore, Aeneas, or, The like before &c. | O praise the Lord in psal. 150. pag. 49. | |
POSTSCRIPT.
HOwsoever these plaine tunes are thus fitted to these Psalmes, for the benefit and use of the lesse skilfull, it shall (I hope) be no prejudice to the excellent Musicians of this age, but that at their pleasure they may fit them to more curious and delightfull tunes and aires, whether now or anciently devised.
Errata.
PAge 3. Line 6. moane, reade moanes. Page 4. Li. 8. bow, reade bowes. and line 14. foundation, reade foundations. Page 10. line 14. that, reade yet. Page 13. line 15. thou, reade then. Page 15. line 17. King each, reade Kings each one. and line 18. to get her, reade together. Page 18. line 24. after and, reade as in their aide. Page 20. line 6. praise, reade praises. and line 8. daily pay, reade duly pay. Page 22. line 29. yeomen, reade that men. Page 26. line 3. waves, reade voice. Pag. 27. li. 7. lo, reade low. Page 29. line 2. for profit, reade perfit. and line 19. shroud, reade shrouds. Pa. 3 [...] line 14. after might, reade that o're thine enemies all O God. Page 32. line 14. towards, reade Is towards. Page 35. line 30. save yet, reade save us yet. Page 36. line 10. over soule, reade over our soule. Page 37. after line 9. supply this Verse following,
Turne then O Lord our bondage againe,
Like to the rivers out of the South descending,
That with their plenty do cover the plaine,
And water the vallies which way soever wending;
Then, O then, we here shall find
They that low in sadnesse,
Leaving teares and griefe behind,
Reape in ioy and gladnesse,
Who indeed, with precious seed,
Went out weeping on the way,
Turn'd againe, not in vaine,
Bringing home his sheaves with ioy.
FINIS