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THE Pſalms of DAVID IN METER: Fitted to the Tunes uſed IN Pariſh-Churches.

By JOHN PATRICK, D. D. Preacher to the Charterhouſe, London.

Imprimatur,

Sept. 30. 1691. Ra. Barker.

LONDON, Printed for A. and I. Churchill, at the Black Swan in Paternoſter-Row; and L. Meredith, at the Star in S. Paul's Churchyard, 1694.
PSALM I. [To the 100 Pſalm Tune.] BLeſt is the Man, whoſe vertuous ſteps No wicked Counſels lead aſide: Nor ſtands in Sinners ways; nor ſits Where God and Goodneſs men deride. But on the Laws Divine his Love Is plac'd, his Soul's entire delight; On theſe his mind is fix'd by Day, On theſe his wakeful thoughts by Night. He like a Tree, from Living Streams Derives his Sap and kindly Juice; His Leaves are ever freſh and green, His Branches timely Fruits produce. No croſs Events ſhall blaſt his hopes, Nor ſpoil the pleaſures of his mind; Whilſt the ungodly are diſpers'd Like Chaff, by every Stormy Wind. Tho' Sinners here may paſs for Saints, And vile Hypocriſy for Grace; Their Guilt, when judg'd, will find no plea, Nor they among the Juſt a place. God will reward the Juſt mens work, As he approves the ways they tread; But the ſmooth paths of Sinners, down To Death and to Damnation lead.
PPALM I. [Another Metre.] HE's Happy, whom no wicked mens Lewd Counſels lead aſide: Nor ſtands in Sinners ways, nor fits Where Scorners God deride. But on God's Laws his Love is plac'd, His Soul's entire delight: On theſe his Mind is fix'd by Day, On theſe his Thoughts by Night. He's like a Tree, that from pure ſtreams Draws Sap and kindly Juice: His Leaves are ever freſh and green, His Boughs fair Fruits produce. No'Events ſhall blaſt his hopes, nor ſpoil The pleaſures of his Mind: Whilſt the Ungodly are like Chaff, Diſpers'd by every Wind. Tho' Sinners here ſhould paſs for Saints, Hypocriſy for Grace; Guilty, when judg'd, they'll find no plea, Nor with the Juſt a place. God will Juſt Men alone reward, Who' approves the path they tread: But Sinners ways, tho' ſmooth, to Death And to Damnation lead.
PSALM II. WHY do the Heathen Nations rage, And fooliſh things ſurmiſe? Kings ſet themſelves againſt their God, Rulers his Chriſt deſpiſe. His gentle Government their yoke, His Laws they count their chain; Freedom they'll have without controll, No Bands ſhall them reſtrain. But God above will ſcorn their rage, Their vain attempts deride; His pow'r ſhall fright them, and his wrath Vex their defeated Pride. For all their ſpight, I've ſet my King Securely on his Throne: And what I had decreed before, Proclaim'd him now my Son. This is the Birth-Day of thy Rule, Thy Sceptre I'll advance O'er all the Earth, the Gentiles give For thine Inheritance. Thou with an Iron Rod ſhalt bruiſe Their diſobedient Neck; Like brittle Potſherds, all their pow'rs Without reſiſtance break. Let the great Rulers of the World This greater Lord revere; Serve him with chearful willingneſs, And his diſpleaſure fear. In Low Submiſſions to the Son, Your Happineſs do's lie: Then you are ſafe, when he's well pleas'd; When he's provok'd, ye die.
PSALM III. WHat numbers, Lord, againſt me riſe, And in my Troubles boaſt? That ſay my hopes in God are vain And my Condition loſt? But, Lord, in thee I'll glory ſtill, And on thy pow'r rely: Thou ſhalt defend me as a ſhield, And lift my head on high. To thee in my diſtreſs I cry'd, And thou from Heav'n didſt hear: Safely I ſlept without concern, And wak'd without all fear. Tho' Thouſands of my Foes conſpird, My courage ſhould not fail; Tho' they beſieg'd me, I ſhould be Secur'd, or elſe prevail. Ariſe and ſave me, O my God; For thou haſt heretofore Turn'd back mine Enemies with ſhame, And broken all their pow'r. Thoſe whom the Lord do's Love and own He ſtill will bleſs and ſave; Then let this Author of their good, Their chearful praiſes have.
PSALM IV. HEar me, O Lord, the great ſupport Of mine Integrity: Thou haſt my former troubles eas'd, Now to my pray'rs draw nigh. Fond men! that would my Glory ſtain, My Government deſpiſe; How long will ye purſue vain hopes, And pleaſe your ſelves with lyes? Know that the Lord ſelects a man That's Godly, to advance: And when I ſeek his aid, will ſend Timely Deliverance. Sin not, but fear; let quiet thoughts Inſtruct and make you wiſe: Join a pure heart with truſt in God, As the beſt Sacrifice. Tho' many thro' diſtruſt, for good To other ſuccours fly; Thou art our Hope; Lord, caſt on us A favourable Eye. Thy Love more chears my heart, than their's Whoſe Corn has wiſh'd increaſe; Or when a happy Vintage makes Their Wine o'erflow the preſs Down will I lie in Peace, and ſleep Shall cloſe my wearied Eyes; No fears diſturb me, whilſt I know In God my Safety lies.
PSALM V. [As the 100 Pſalm.] LOrd hear my words, regard the Moans And ſighs, that from my ſorrows ſpring: Receive the Pray'rs, redreſs the wrongs I ſpread before my God and King. Sluggiſh deſires will not procure The ſpeedy ſuccours I expect; But timely help will come, when I Betimes my pray'r to God direct. Sinners in proſp'rous wickedneſs By God abhorr d, place their delight; Excluded from his Favour here, Hereafter baniſh'd from his Sight. O juſt reward! for God to hate Thoſe Fools, who will not practiſe good: And thoſe at laſt deſtroy, who deal In lyes, in treachery and blood. But, Lord, may I the favour have Within thy Courts again t' appear; Before thy Preſence I'll fall down, And worſhip thee with holy fear. Lead me in plain and righteous paths; Leſt thoſe that, like an open Grave, Wait for my fall, in falſe diſguiſe, True pleaſure in my ruine have. Deſtruction's their deſerved doom; Let their own Counſels make 'em fall; Crimes oft repeated, and beyond All hopes of Cure, for Vengeance call. Let all that Love and truſt in God, Triumph in his protecting care. Thy favour, Lord, will ſhield from harm, And bleſſings for the juſt prepare.
PSALM V. [Another Metre.] LOrd hear the ſilent moans and ſighs, That from my ſorrows ſpring: O clear my Innocence, who' appeal To thee my God and King. As thou my voice, when I firſt wake, Shalt hear, ſo I expect Thy timely help, when I betimes My Pray'r to God direct. The wicked works, that finners pleaſe, Cannot be Gods delight: Theſe ſhall be'excluded from his Love, And baniſh'd from his ſight. 'Tis juſt for God to hate thoſe fools That will not practiſe good: And thoſe deſtroy, who deal in lyes, In treachery and blood. But, Lord, may I the Favour have Within thy Courts t' appear; Before thy Preſence I'll fall down, And worſhip thee with fear. Lead me in Righteous Ways, leſt thoſe That, like an open Grave, Wait for my fall in falſe diſguiſe, Joy in my ruine have. Doom'd to deſtruction, may their own Devices make them fall: Crimes multiply'd and beyond hopes Of Cure, for Vengeance call. Let all rejoice, that love the Lord, And in his Goodneſs truſt: Whom God will bleſs, and with his Love Both crown and ſhield the juſt.
PSALM VI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] LOrd I can ſuffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindneſs doſt chaſtiſe; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear; O Let not this againſt me riſe. Pity my languiſhing Eſtate; And thoſe perplexities I feel, While cruſhed by thy heavy hand; O let thy gentler touches heal. Lord, for thy Goodneſs ſake, return And ſave my Life; for in the Grave None can remember thee, nor thou Thankful acknowledgments canſt have. See how I paſs my weary Days In ſighs and groans; and when 'tis Night I drown my Bed and ſelf in tears: My grief conſumes and dims my ſight. Depart, ye wicked Foes, your hopes Are daſh'd; for this my mournful Voice, Will bring God nearer to mine aid, When ye come flocking to rejoice. The Lord hath heard my pray'r; and thoſe Who gap'd upon me as their prey, Will vex themſelves at their defeat, And in Confuſion turn away.
PSALM VI. [Another Metre.] LOrd I can well endure, when thou Doſt kindly me chaſtiſe; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear; O let it never riſe. Pity my weak Eſtate, and thoſe Perplexities I feel, While cruſhed by thy hand, O let Thy gentler touches heal. ln mercy, Lord, return, and ſpare My Life; for in the Grave None can remember thee; nor thou Canſt chearful praiſes have. See how I paſs my weary days In groans; and when 'tis Night, I drown my Bed and felt in tears; My grief conſumes my ſight. Depart ye wicked Foes; your hopes Are daſh'd; my mournful voice Will bring me help from God, when ye Come flocking to rejoice. The Lord hath heard my pray'r, and thoſe That gaped for a prey; Vexed at their defeated hopes, With ſhame ſhall turn away.
PSALM VII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
O My good God, in thee I truſt, Save me from harm, as thou art juſt With Lion's rage mine Enemy, Will tear me, whilſt no Saviour's nigh. But, Lord, if e'er my guilty mind Has ſuch iniquity deſign'd; Or I with ill returns of ſpite, My peaceful Neighbour did requite; If I've not ſav'd and ſet him free, Who's now my cauſeleſs Enemy; Then let him lay, as 'tis but juſt, My Life and Honour in the Duſt. In Anger, arm'd with pow'r, ariſe To quell my raging Enemies: Great Judge! Mens careleſs Juſtice here, Calls for thy Judgments more fevere. Oppreſſed People round thee wait, Till thou aſcend thy Judgment Seat. God equal Juſtice will diſpence; Clear then my wronged Innocence. Make Malice and Injuſtice ceaſe, And ſettle Righteous Men in peace. God ſees our thoughts and never can Be brib'd to favour unjuſt Man.
Part II. God knows my heart to be ſincere, And will be my Deliverer. He will defend the Righteous cauſe, Gainſt wicked men, who break his Laws: Whoſe Puniſhment tho' he delay, He's angry with them every day. But when forbearance proves a let To their return, his Sword he'll whet. After fair warnings to repent, God's Bow's for Execution bent. Whence, 'tis decreed, he'll arrows ſhoot, Deadly to them that perſecute. Forbear then, further to deſign Againſt a Life, will ruine thine: Nor be at pains to dig a pit, When ſure thy ſelf to fall in it. So ſtones with Malice upward thrown, To break my head, may cruſh thine own; And violent dealing prove, when bent To others harm, thy puniſhment. Lord, in chaſe juſt: returns of thine, Thy Faithfulneſs do's brightly ſhine: And as thy Name on high they raiſe, Shall be the Subject of my praiſe.
PSALM VII. [Another Metre.]
O My good God in thee I truſt; Save me as thou art juſt. My Life, when there's no Saviour near, A Lion's rage will tear. But, Lord, if e'er my guilty mind, Such wickedneſs deſign'd; Or I with ill returns of Spite, My Neighbour did requite; If I've not ſav'd and ſet him free Who' is now mine Enemy: Then let him Jay, as 'tis but juſt, Mine honour in the Duſt. In Angen, arm'd with pow'r, ariſe To quell mine Enemies. Great Judge! mens careleſs Juſtice here, Calls for thine more ſevere. Oppreſſed People round do wait, Till this judge takes his Seat. Impartial Juſtice he'll diſpence; Clear then mine Innocence. Make malice and injuſtice ceaſe, Settle juſt men in peace. God ſees our thoughts, and never can Favour unrighteous man.
Part II. God knows my heart ſincere to be, And will deliver me: He will defend my righteous cauſe, 'Gainſt thoſe who break his Laws. Whoſe puniſhment tho' he delay, He's angry every Day. And if forborn they're wicked ſtill; His Sword he whets to kill. After fair warnings to repent, His Bow lies ready bent: From whence he'll deadly arrows ſhoot 'Gainſt them that perſecute. Againſt my Life ceaſe to deſign, 'Twill only ruine thine: Nor be at pains to dig a Pit, When ſure to fall in it. So ſtones thrown up to break my head, May cruſh thine own inſtead: And violent dealing prove, when bent T' hurt me, thy puniſhment. Lord, in theſe juſt returns of chine, Thy Truth do's brightly ſhine: And as thy Name on high they raiſe, Promote my Songs of Praiſe.
PSALM VIII. ALL the Earth's praiſes to thy Name, Its Greatneſs, Lord, declare: Heav'n's Luſtre, by thy Glory, is Out-ſhin'd in brightneſs far. From the weak pow'rs of Babes, thou mak'ſt Thy Victories ariſe; They ſtill the Triumphs of thy Foes, And ſhame thine Enemies. When I to Heav'n, thy glorious Work, Raiſe mine admiring Eye; And there behold the Moon and Stars That beautify the Sky. Lord! what is Man, that he ſhould have In thy kind thoughts a place? Why doſt thou thus advance and bleſs His miſerable Race? Tho' lower than the Angels made, He wears a glorious Crown: Thy Works below all ſtoop to him, And him their Sov'reign own. The Beaſts that in the Paſtures feed, Or in the Deſarts lie; Fiſhes that move within the Seas, Or Fowls beneath the Sky: Theſe are his Slaves, but let not Man Diſown God's Government; Whoſe Pow'r do's Rule the World, whoſe Name Alone is Excellent.
PSALM IX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
WIth all my Soul I'll bleſs the Lord, And all his mighty works proclaim: Gladneſs and Joy ſhall fill my heart, Whilſt I ſing praiſes to his Name. All my proud Foes did turn their backs, And ſought their Safety in their flight? When they ſaw God ſtand on our Side, They wounded fell, and periſh'd quite. When I oppos'd my ſelf againſt That daring Foe who God defy'd, He then maintain'd my Cauſe, and gave An open Judgment on my Side. The Heathens Inſolence was check'd, When their tall Champion fell with ſhame; Thou'ſt put an everlaſting blot Of Infamy upon their Name. Then boaſt no more proud Enemy, Our Countries Deſolation; What Cities thou wilt waſte, and lay In ruin'd heaps; theſe hopes are gone. Th' Eternal God, from Change ſecure, Has plac'd his Throne in glorious Light: When he appears to judge the World, His Sentence will be juſt and right. From him th' oppreſs'd will find relief, He'll be their refuge in diſtreſs: No good Man's Faith was ever ſham'd, His Pray'r ne'er wanted good Succeſs.
Part II. To God your chearful praiſes ſing, Who dwells in Sion, and proclaim What wonders he for us has done, That all may know and fear his Name. He'll find out thoſe that dare t' oppreſs The Meek, and ſlay the Innocent: Whoſe cries will quicken the approach Of their delayed puniſhment. By malice now reduc'd to Straits God's merciful regard I crave; Who oft has ſav'd me when I ſtepp'd Upon the Threſhold of the Grave. Sions Aſſemblies then ſhall hear The Songs of my Deliverance; And in the Triumphs of my Joy, Thy pow'r that ſav'd me I'll advance. For all ſhall ſee, what in the End Theſe God-leſs Sinners true ſhall find, By th' Arts for others ruine us'd, They their own Safety undermin'd. God by the Judgments he inflicts, Declares his Righteouſneſs to all: They who lay Trains to hurt the good, Set Traps t' occaſion their own fall. Yea Hell their final ruine waits, Who God and Juſtice diſregard: When poor mens wronged Patience Obtains ſure reſcue and reward. Ariſe, O Lord, and interpoſe To blaſt the wicked's good Succeſs; And by thy Terrours, make them feel They are but Men, and ſo Confeſs.
PSALM X. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
WHY, Lord, doſt thou ſo far withdraw, And hide thy ſelf in our diſtreſs? Now that the wicked with ſuch rage And inſolence the poor oppreſs? Oh may their ill deſigns, in which They boaſt ſo much, prove their own fall; Who count the Men of Violence Happy, tho' God abhorrs them all. Such is his Pride, he'll not enquire Whether there be a God or no; But careleſly concludes there's none, Or that he cares not what men do. To do all Miſchief is his work; God's Judgments make him not forbear; All Men he ſets at naught, and looks On all his Foes below his fear. He fooliſhly preſumes, no Change Shall ever happen in his State, Nothing diſturb his quiet reſt, Nor any trouble be his fate. Nothings amiſs that ſerves his Ends; He curſes when he means to cheat: And hides the miſchief he deſigns By Oaths of falſhood and deceit. He lurks in ſecret Coverts, where Travellers paſs without defence: Unſeen he ſpies and murders thoſe Whoſe only Arms are Innocence. Cloſe as a Lion for his prey He waits, as cruel to devour; As Birds are drawn into the Net, He gets the poor into his pow'r.
Part II. Harmleſs and Innocent he ſeems, By putting on a humble guiſe; The poor man he intends to ſeize, To his aſſaults more open lies. He fanſies thoſe whom he deſigns For ruine, are by God forgot, Or ſhall not be relieved by His Pow'r, becauſe he ſees them not. Stretch forth thy mighty Arm, O Lord, And all theſe Blaſphemies confute; Thus by thine help the poor will know, That God do's hear their humble Suit. Why ſhould the wicked thus inſult, And God with ſo much ſcorn contemn? And why, becauſe forborn, conclude That God will never puniſh them? Thou all their Villainies doſt ſee, And wilt their ſpiteful rage requite: The poor that has no Friend, commits Himſelf to thee, to do him right. Break thou the pow'r of evil Men, Who ſtrive injuſtice to maintain; Search and avenge their wickedneſs, Till nought that can do harm remain. Thou art the ſame Almighty Lord, Whoſe Kingdom ſhall for ever ſtand; Whoſe pow'r has heretofore expell d The Heathen Nations from this Land. Thou, Lord, haſt oft th' afflicted heard When they to thee have made complaint; Thou wilt diſpoſe their hearts to wait Meekly on thee, and Audience grant. Thou wilt aſſert the poor mens rights, And from their proud Oppreſſors free; That Tyrants, ſprung out of the Earth, Their Terrour may no longer be.
PSALM XI. I Truſt in God, why ſhould I then By thoſe diſcourag'd be, Who bid me, like a frighted Bird, Unto the Mountains flee. For crafty foes my ruine wait, Have ready bent their Bow; If the Foundations be deſtroyed; What can the Righteous do? God in his Sanctuary dwells, Heav'n is his glorious Throne, From whence he views the Sons of Men, And judges every one. When he examines righteous Men, He do's their works approve: Such as are wicked and unjuſt, His Soul can never Love. Snares ſhall befall them, and for theſe This mixture is made up, Fire, brimſtone, and tempeſtuous ſtorms, The Portion of their Cup. God, who himſelf is righteous, do's In righteouſneſs delight: And ſtill will favour and protect The Man that is upright.
PSALM XII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] IF thou, Lord, doſt not riſe and help, Goodneſs from Earth will fly away; And Faithful Men will hardly find A place, if thou much longer ſtay. Diſſimulation credit gains; They're counted wiſe that act a part: Who tho' their words are ſmooth and fair, Intend no kindneſs in their heart. God will baſe Flatterers deſtroy, And their deceitful Arts will ſhame; Whoſe pride no vengeance fears from God, And count Religion but a Name. Pow'r is their Juſtice, whoſe defects By fraud and falſhood they ſupply; And plead for their injurious tongues An uncontrolled Liberty. But God, who hears the poor man's ſighs, And groans of ſuch as are oppreſt; At length will vindicate their cauſe, And raiſe his pow'r to give them reſt. God's Words from all deceit are pure, His faithfulneſs has oft been try'd; Refined Silver's not ſo free From droſs, tho' ſeven times purify'd. Thy promiſes ſhall never fail; Thou, Lord, ſhalt keep the Juſt from harm; Tho', when the Vileſt men have pow'r, The wicked every where will ſwarm.
PSALM XII. [Another Metre] LOrd, if thou doſt not come and help, Goodneſs will fly away; And faithful men will find no place, If thou much longer ſtay. Diſſimulation credit gains, They're wiſe that act a part; Who tho' their words are ſmooth, intend No kindneſs in their heart. God will baſe Flatterers deſtroy, And their vile Arts will ſhame; Who fear not God's Revenge, and count Religion but a Name. Pow'r is their Juſtice, whoſe defects By falſhood they ſupply; And plead for their injurious tongues Unbounded Liberty. But God that hears the Sighs and groans Of ſuch as are oppreſt: Will vindicate their cauſe, and raiſe His pow'r to give them reſt. God's Words from all deceit are free, His Truth has oft been try'd: Silver is not ſo free from droſs, Tho' Seven times purify'd. Thy promiſe, Lord, ſhall never fail To keep the Juſt from harm: Tho' when the Vile have pow'r, bad men On every Side will ſwarm.
〈2 pages missing〉 PSALM XIV. [As the 100 Pſalm.] THE Fools believe there is no God Who minds th' Affairs of men below; For tho' they ſpeak it not aloud, They live as if they thought it ſo. Their Principles are all corrupt, Hateful and vile their actions are: They're onely skillful to do ill, But from all good eſtranged far. God from his Glorious Throne above, Look'd down and took a ſtrict Survey, What Men did ſeek and know the Lord, And did his juſt Commands obey. He found them all degenerate, With loathſome wickedneſs o'ergrown; None truly pious were, and juſt, Or practis'd goodneſs, no not one. 'Tis ſtrange they ſhould without remorſe, Like Bread thy People thus devour; Yet neither own thee by their pray'rs, Nor dread the Vengeance of thy Pow'r. For all their Confidence and Pride, Terrours ſhall ſeize them unawares, When God appears to help the Juſt, And puniſhment for theſe prepares. You now deride their truſt in God: But when from Bondage he ſhall bring Salvation to his people, then You ſhall be ſad, and they ſhall ſing.
PSALM XIV. [Another Metre.] FOols in their hearts have ſaid, no God Do's mind th' affairs below; For tho' they ſpeak it not aloud, They live as if 'twere ſo. Their Principles are all corrupt Their actions hateful are: They're skillful onely to do ill, From good eſtranged far. God from his Throne above look'd down, And took a ſtrict Survey, What men did ſeek and know the Lord, And his juſt Laws obey. He found them all degenerate, With loathſome ſins o'ergrown; What was Religious, juſt and good, None practis'd, no not one. Strange! that they ſhould without remorſe, Like Bread the poor devour; Yet neither own thee by their pray'rs, Nor dread thy mighty pow'r. For all their Confidence, ſtrange fears Shall ſeize them unawares: When God do's help the juſt, for theſe Due Vengeance he prepares. You now deride their truſt in God, But when his Pow'r ſhall bring Salvation to his people, then You'll ſigh, and they ſhall ſing.
PSALM XV. LOrd, let me know that happy man Whom thou ſo well doſt Love: That he may praiſe thee here below, And dwell with thee above. 'Tis he, whoſe Life is free from blame, Whoſe works are right and juſt; Whoſe heart and words are true, and whom One may ſecurely truſt. His Neighbour's Name he never wounds By a detracting Tongue: Nor in his Infamy delights; Much leſs would do him wrong. Vile men and their lewd practices, His vertuous Soul do's loath; But ſhews, to ſuch as fear the Lord, Kindneſs and Honour both. Who do's not break his Oath, when he To his own damage ſwears; But his ſtrict Vertue far before His Intereſt preferrs. Who hates Exaction, and rejects Bribes to betray the Juſt: This man ſhall ne'er be mov'd, but may In God ſecurely truſt.
PSALM XVI. PReſerve me, Lord, in this Diſtreſs, Who truſt in thee alone: My Soul, which owns thee for my God, Knows thus I've always done. Not that my Goodneſs can deſerve, Much leſs thy Love requite: Thy Saints ſhall feel its good effects, Who are my Soul's delight. Theſe, who in Vertue do excel, In all my goods ſhall ſhare: Let others multiply their woes, Who fond of Idols are. By bloody off'rings to falſe Gods My hands I'll not defile; I hate to mention, more to ſwear By Names that are ſo vile. God is my Portion, all my good From his rich Mercy flows; And his good providence ſecures The Bleſſings he beſtows. I envy not the Great man's State, Nor pine to ſee his Store; With what I have I'm pleaſed much, With what I hope for, more. I'll bleſs the Lord, ev'n when he makes Troubles mine Exerciſe; Thoſe ſad and ſolitary thoughts Inſtruct and make me wiſe. When God is preſent to my Mind, My fears are over-blown; When he ſtands by me with his Aid, No pow'r ſhall caſt me down. Therefore my heart and tongue rejoice, In him my Fleſh ſhall truſt: Thou wilt not leave my Soul in Hell, Nor Body in the Duſt. The Path of Life they both ſhall find, And in thy Preſence taſt Pleaſures to full Perfection grown, And Joys that ever laſt.
PSALM XVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
FAlſely accus'd, to thee I fly, Hear, O thou righteous Judge, my cry; And let my Pray'r thy Audience gain, That goes not out of Lips that feign. In Favour of me Sentence paſs, Who know'ſt the right of every caſe. Thou ſearcheſt every thought of mine, And, when retir'd, what I deſign. Like Gold, when in the furnace try'd, In me thou'ſt no baſe Mixture ſpy'd; And my firm purpoſe ſtill ſhall be, To make my words and thoughts agree. I've not, when tempted, ſteer'd my courſe By common practice or the worſe; Thy word reſtrains me from defence Procur'd by Acts of Violence. Let nothing make me to decline Thoſe ſafe and bleſſed paths of thine. Truſting my God will not deny To right my cauſe, to him I cry. Thy kindneſs will the more appear, Preſerving me when danger's near: Whoſe pow'r is wont to interpoſe, To ſave the Righteous from their foes.
Part II. Preſerve me with that tender care To th' apple of our Eye we bear: Afford ſuch ſafety to the good, As the Hen's wings do to her brood. Now, Lord, ſecure me in diſtreſs, From wicked men who me oppreſs: From foes for cruelty renown'd, Who to deſtroy beſet me round. Full ſtufft with Wealth, and ſwoln with pride, Their Mouths in boaſting open wide: And now we're brought into a Streight, With poring Looks our ruine wait. No Lion's greedier for his prey, Nor young ones cloſer lurk than they. Ariſe, O Lord, defeat and caſt Them down, who to my ruine haſte. The wicked's ſword may wound me ſore, But ſave me from its killing pow'r. From men prepar'd with ſtrength and skill If God give leave, to do all ill. Whoſe minds the World do's ſo bewitch, Their onely care is to be rich, And leave to their Poſterity Th' unſpent remainder, when they die. To me tho' poor, but innocent, Thy preſent favour gives content; Who ſhall all Satisfaction gain, When I awake with thee to reign.
PSALM XVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
I All my Love on thee beſtow, To whom my Safety, Lord, I owe. To God, as to a Rock or Fort, I for Security reſort: He ſaves me from mine Enemies; On God, my Strength, my hope relies: No Buckler can defend ſo well, Nor horn aſſailing force repell. A Tow'r ſo high, no Violence Can reach me there, or force me thence. His praiſe I'll ſing, his aid implore, So ſhall my Foes triumph no more. When deadly toils and nets prepar'd, Had juſt ſurpriz'd me and inſnar'd; When a mad rout ſwell'd like a Flood, And ſeem'd too great to be withſtood: My Cries in this diſtreſs did move. God's pity, being heard above: Who by a dreadful ſtorm that roſe, Declar'd his wrath againſt my foes. This made the very Earth to quake, And th' hills from their foundations ſhake, Nothing was ſeen but ſmoak and flame, Whence burning coals among them came. The Heav'ns did bow when he came down; Under his feet thick clouds were thrown. A Cherubin his Chariot was; Winds join'd their wings more ſwift to paſs. Darkneſs his ſecret Glories ſhrowds, With watry vapours and thick clouds: Th' incloſed ſplendors break thro' all, Then Coals of fire and hailſtones fall.
Part II. God's thundring voice was heard aloud, Hailſtones and flames broke from the cloud: His Lightnings in their faces flaſh'd, Theſe Darts diſpers'd them all abaſh'd. Ev'n th' Earth was torn and cleft ſo deep, One to th' Abyſs below might peep. All this was at that wrathful blaſt, Which, breathing flames, his Noſtrils caſt. When dangers compaſs'd me about Like drowning waves, he drew me out. He oft my kind Deliv'rer was From foes, whoſe ſtrength did mine ſurpaſs. Surpriz'd and weak, I 'ad been their prey, Had not the Lord, my prop and ſtay, When brought to ſtraits, my Liberty Reſtor'd, becauſe he loved me. He did my Righteous cauſe regard, And mine Integrity reward; For his preſcribed way I took, Nor wickedly my God forſook. His precepts were my Rule and Guide, Nor, as I pleas'd, were laid aſide: For ſufferings I rather choſe, Than mine Integrity to loſe. I felt th' injuſtice of their hate, Whoſe wrongs I would not imitate: Their ſins when I could not prevent; I kept my ſelf ſtill innocent. Tho' charg'd with fouleſt crimes I 've been, I'll bear't, ſince God accounts me clean: It's he my Righteous Cauſe regards, And mine Integrity rewards.
Part III. God's Mercy they ſhall ever find, Who have been merciful and kind. He'll to the upright and the pure Jiſtice and Faithfulneſs ſecure. Him that to crooked ways inclines He'll croſs, and ruine his deſigns. God with deliverance will crown Th' afflicted, and the proud bring down. He makes my dimmer Lamp burn bright Turns my dark ſtate to joy and Light. A Troop of foes before me falls; By him I ſcale their higheſt walls. God's dealings equal are and juſt; His word ſo try'd, none need diſtruſt: He as a ſhield will thoſe defend, Who with firm faith on him depend. What God, among the Heav'nly Pow'rs, Or Rock for ſafety, is like ours? Courage he gives, when danger's nigh, And clears my way to Victory. By him my foes, with ſwifteſt pace, O'er high and cragged hills I chaſe. He skill in Arms on me beſtows, And ſtrength to break the ſtrongeſt bows. When Numbers would have made me yield, He interpos'd his ſaving ſhield: His hand upheld me, and I grew Great and victorious with a few. He' enlarg'd my ſteps on every ſide, And ſuffered not my feet to ſlide. My foes, put to a ſhameful flight, I chas'd, till I deſtroy'd them quite. The wounded their hard fate deplore, And could renew the fight no more: The proud that bore their head ſo high, Now at my feet all proſtrate lie.
Part IV. Thee, Lord, I own and ever bleſs, Both for my Courage and Succeſs: That thoſe who hate me, to my will Submit their necks, to ſave or kill. They cry'd for aid, but none was near; Men could not help, God would not hear. Like duſt, that here and there is blown They fled, like dirt I trod them down. By thee my peoples ſtrifes all ceaſe, In me they all unite in peace: Ev'n Heathens own me for their King, And unknown Nations tribute, bring. The mention of my conq'ring Name Such terrour ſtrikes, as makes 'em tame: They feign old grudges to forget, Offer their ſervice and ſubmit. Like withered leaves the Aliens fade, Their courage daunted and diſmay'd, Forth from their holds and holes they creep, To yield up what they dare not keep. Prais'd be the Living Lord, from whom My Succours and Salvation come. With Vengeance he my foes purſues, And Nations to my Rule ſubdues. He ſav'd me from mine Enemies, And made me to a Throne ariſe; Was my Deliverer and Defence, From the known Man of Violence. Heathens ſhall hear me loudly ſing, How ſtrangely God has ſav'd his King: And the ſame Mercies he has known, Shall to his ſeed be ever ſhown.
PSALM XIX.
THE Heav'ns, whoſe beauteous frame we ſee, God's Skill and Pow'r proclaim: The Laws by which each Day ſucceeds The Night, declare the ſame. Theſe, tho they have no Voice like ours, Nor words to them belong: Yet they expreſs to all the World Thy praiſe, without a Tongue. The Sun has there a glorious Tent: No Bridegroom ſhews his face So chearful, and no Champion runs With ſo much ſtrength his Race. Forth from the Eaſtern Coaſt he bends His Courſe unto the Weſt: All th' Earth rejoices in his Light, And by his Heat is bleſt. God's Law's a perfect Rule of Life, Our Errors this deſcries, Sinners to goodneſs this converts, And makes the ſimple wiſe. To Reaſon and our better Pow'rs His Juſt Commands accord: Their Joys are pure, and to the Soul Both Food and Light afford.
Part II. Thy Fear, O Lord, can cleanſe our Souls, And keep them pure and bright: Thy Judgments are exactly true, And altogether right. More to be priz'd than Treaſures, which With fineſt Gold are fill'd: Sweeter than Honey, and the drops From Honey-combs diſtill'd. Theſe are my Monitors, to whom My proſperous State I own; And in obſerving theſe ſhall gain Rewards that are unknown. But all the failings of his Life What Man can call to mind? Lord, let thoſe faults thy pity move, And eaſy pardon find. Tho' frail I am, let no bold crimes Enſlave my Soul to ſin: So ſhall I blameleſs Innocence Maintain, and peace within. My Pray'rs and Praiſes then ſhall be A pleaſing Sacrifice To thee, my God, in whom my ſtrength, And my Salvation lies.
PSALM XX. [As the 113 Pſalm.] THE Lord to thy requeſts give ear, When Danger or Diſtreſs is near, His mighty Pow'r be thy defence. And ſince his Sanctuary's plac'd In Sion, with his preſence grac'd, Support and ſend thee help from thence. Pleas'd with th' Oblations thou doſt give, May'ſt thou thy hearts deſires receive, Thy great Deſigns all proſper ſtill. We'll Trophies to God's Honour raiſe, Thy Triumphs ſpread in Songs of Praiſe, When he ſhall thy requeſts fulfill. Thou Lord wilt ſave thy King, we're ſure, Thine aids his Conqueſts will ſecure, When thy right hand ſhall interpoſe: Whilſt others boaſt their chariots force, The Strength or Numbers of their Horſe, We ſet thy Name againſt our Foes. See how they're from their chariots thrown, They and their horſes tumble down, And on their fall our Conqueſts riſe. Lord ever ſave the King we pray, And no leſs in diſtreſſes may God hear his Pray'r, than he our cries.
PSALM XXI. O Lord, how joyful is the King, With thy Salvation bleſt! Thou'ſt given him his heart's deſire, And granted his Requeſt. Prevented by thy wondrous Love, A ſplendid Crown he wears: The Life he asked was prolong'd T' innumerable Years. By thee preſerv'd his Glory's great, With Majeſty array'd. By thee He's ever highly bleſt, And in thy favour glad. The King do's on the Lord rely, Whoſe grace will make him ſtand: But thoſe that are thy foes, ſhall know The Terrour of thy hand. Thy flaming wrath ſhall them devour, And all their Seed root out: Repay the Miſchief they deſign'd, But could not bring about. Theſe ſhall be made the Mark, at which Thy killing Arrows aim: Thus, Lord, exalt thy Pow'r, and we Will ſing and praiſe thy Name.
PSALM XXII.
MY God, my God, why thus withdrawn From me oppreſs'd with grief? Why, after loudeſt Cries to thee, So far from my relief? Tho' I'm not heard, each day and night My Cries to thee can tell: Yet God is holy, and remains The Praiſe of Iſrael. Our Fathers found thy ready help, When they on thee rely'd: Their Hopes in thee were never ſham'd, Nor fervent Pray'rs deny'd. But like a deſpicable Worm, Not like a Man, I'm us'd; Trod under-foot, and thus in Scorn By vileſt Men abus'd. "To own and ſave him, he believ'd "That God would now appear: "Let him deliver him, and ſhow "That he to God is dear. But from my Mother's womb, by thee At firſt I was releas'd; I was thy Charge, when yet I hung Upon my Mother's Breaſt. From my Infant Age, I have been caſt Entirely on thy Care; And of thy Loving kindneſs had, Lord, an unuſual Share. 11 And now when other Succours fail, In this diſtreſs appear: O do not thou withdraw thy ſelf, When trouble is ſo near, Thoſe that beſet me, are like Bulls, Armed with rage and pow'r: No hungry Lion is more fierce, Or readier to devour.
Part II. I'm weak as water, and my bones From one another ſtart: As wax before the fire diſſolves, So fails my fainting heart. My Moiſture's ſo dry'd up, to move My tongue ſcarce ſtrength I have To tell my griefs; I ſeem like one Juſt fitted for a Grave. Mine Enemies, like greedy Dogs, Round to incloſe me meet; And with inhumane Cruelty Have pierc'd my Hands and Feet. My fleſh with grief conſum'd, my bones May all be told with eaſe: This moves no pity; but their Eyes With this ſad ſight they pleaſe. My Garments they divide, and Lots Upon my Veſture caſt: Lord, let thy Pow'r now interpoſe, And to my Succour haſte. Save from their Sword my Life, from what Their Malice elſe employs;

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〈1 page duplicate〉 Which like the Teeth, and Paws and Horns Of Savage beaſts, deſtroys. To all my Brethren I'll declare The greatneſs of thy Name; And in th' Aſſemblies of thy Saints, Thy Goodneſs thus proclaim. "All ye that are of Jacob's Seed, "And Servants of the Lord; "Let him be glorify'd and prais'd, "And with due fear ador'd. "He did not with diſdain behold "Th afflicted's Miſeries; "Nor in diſpleaſure hid his Face, "But always heard their Cries.
Part III. The Praiſes due to thee, O Lord, Shall in thy Church be paid; Before thy Saints thoſe Vows perform'd That in diſtreſs I made. The longings of the poor, and meek Thy Goodneſs ſhall ſupply: Thou ſhalt revive their fainting hopes Who on thy Strength rely. The Gentiles by his kindneſs won, Shall turn unto the Lord; By all the Kindreds of the Earth His Name ſhall be ador'd. The Lord is King; and under him Princes their Scepters ſway; All Nations to his Rule ſubmit, And Homage to him pay. The Rich with plenty fill'd, the poor That wallow in the Duſt; Both ſhall adore, and thee alone Their great Preſerver truſt. A choſen Seed ſhall to their Race His Righteouſneſs declare: All own this Work of God's, and tell How great his Mercies are.
PSLAM XXIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] GOD is my shepherd, who will ſee That all my wants be ſtill ſupply'd; I ſhall not be expos'd to wrong, Nor left to ſtray without a Guide. The Paſtures are both freſh and green, Where I have Eaſe and ſweet Repaſt: The Streams are cool and quiet, where I quench my thirſt, and pleaſe my taſt. His Comforts, which revive my Soul, Life's tedious Journey pleaſant make: And in the Peaceful ways of Grace He leads me, for his Goodneſs ſake. Tho' I ſhould walk where black deſpair, And Sorrow caſt a diſmal Shade; Thy Power and thy tender Care Would chaſe my Fears, and make me glad. Thou ſpread'ſt my Table, where my foes Behold thy Bounty, and repine To ſee rich Oils anoint my Head, To ſee my Cup o'erflow with Wine, Surely the Goodneſs of the Lord Shall ſtill ſurround me all my Days: I will frequent thy Houſe, and there Diſplay thy Love, and ſing thy praiſe.
PSALM XXIII. [Another Metre.] THE Lord my watchful Shepheſd is, I to his Flock belong: I ſhall not ſtray without a Guide, Nor be expos'd to wrong. The Paſtures they are freſh and green, Where I have food and Eaſe; He leads me to the quiet ſtream, Where I my thirſt appeaſe. His Comforts which refreſh my Soul, Life's Journey pleaſant make; He guides me in his righteous Paths, For his own Goodneſs ſake. Tho' I ſhould walk where black deſpair Reflects a diſmal Shade, Thy Rod and Staff would chafe away My fears, and make me glad. In preſence of my foes, thou ſpread'ſt My Table, who repine To ſee rich Oils anoint my Head, My Cup o'erflow with Wine. Surely the Goodneſs of the Lord Shall crown my future days; I will frequent his Houſe, to ſhew His Love, and ſing his Praiſe.
PSALM XXIV. THE Earth's the Lord's, to him belong All creatures it contains: His gracious Care to all the World Extends, o'er which he reigns. He did upon the floating Seas The Earth's great Fabrick lay: And on th' unſtable Floods, he made Her fixt Foundation ſtay. Into that Hill where God reſides Who ſhall admitted be? Lord, who within thy Holy Place May ſtand and worſhip thee? He whoſe unſpotted hands no crimes, Whoſe heart no ſtains defile; Whoſe Tongue blaſphemes not God, nor ſwears His Neighbour to beguile. This is the Worſhipper alone, Whom God delights to bleſs; On whom he'll faithfully beſtow His promis'd Happineſs. Theſe, as God's People, may with hopes Of Favour, ſeek his Face; And as true Proſelytes be join'd To Jacob's faithful Race. Ye Gates and Everlaſting Doors Be open and make room: Lift up your Heads, and you ſhall ſee The King of Glory come. If you demand what King is this, That's with ſuch Glory crown'd? It is the mighty Lord, in Fight For Victcories renown'd. Ye Gates and Everlaſting Doors Be open and make room. Liſt up your heads, and you ſhall ſee The King of Glory come. If you demand what King is this, Whoſe Glories ſo excell? God, who commands the Heav'nly Hoſts Comes now with us to dwell.
PSALM XXV.
TO God I make my Pray'r, In him my truſt repoſe; O let me not become a Scorn, Or triumph to my Foes. Let no Events caſt down Their Souls, who wait on thee. Let Diſappointments ſhame their hopes That deal perfidiouſly. Lord, ſet thy ways before Mine Eyes in clearer Light; And teach me always to perform What's pleaſing in thy Sight. From the ſtraight Paths of Truth, Ne'er let me go aſtray: On thee, my Saviour, I wait To teach and guide my way. Lord, call to mind that Love Thou didſt of Old expreſs; How thou haſt graciouſly reliev'd Thy Servants in diſtreſs. Into my youthful ſins No ſtrict Inquiry make: Thoſe early faults, O Lord, forgive For thine own Goodneſs ſake.
Part II. God who is Good and Juſt, Will erring Souls inſtruct; Their wandring Steps, to the ſafe paths Of Vertue will conduct. The Humble Souls hell guide, And teach the Meek his way: Kindneſs and Truth expreſs to ſuch As his juſt Laws obey. Incourag'd by thy Grace, For Mercy I intreat: Pardon my ſins, O Lord, that are Both numerous and great. Who is that happy Man That fears the Lord above? He'll ever lead him in the ways That he himſelf do's Love. Poſſeſs'd with quiet thoughts His Soul ſhall dwell at eaſe; His Seed ſhall after him enjoy Proſperity and Peace. By thoſe that fear the Lord His Secret's underſtood: How he, by a ſure Covenant, ſtands Engag'd to do them good.
Part III. In all my troubles, Lord, Mine Eyes are towards thee; I hope thy Goodneſs at the laſt From all will ſet me free. Lord turn a gracious Eye To me, and Mercy ſhow; Great are th' afflictions I endure, And find no help below. My troubles are enlarg'd, Lord, ſend me quick relief; Grant me forgiveneſs of my Sins, And then remove my grief Conſider how my foes In number ſtill increaſe; How they with cauſeleſs hatred ſeck The Ruine of my Peace. Preſerve and keep my Soul From ſhame as well as guilt; O never diſappoint the hopes That I on thee have built. Let my try'd Innocence Find ſure ſupports from thee: At length thy choſen people, Lord, From all their troubles free.
PSALM XXVI.
PLead thou my Cauſe, O thou that know'ſt My Soul's Integrity: Nothing ſhall ſhake my Confidence Whilſt I on thee rely. Mine Inmoſt thoughts I offer, Lord, To thine impartial Eye; O try my heart, leſt any Sin Should there concealed lie. The Contemplation of thy Love Gives me the bevt delight: This both engages and excites My care to walk aright. To falſe and treach'rous men I have My free converſe deny'd; To thoſe, who under ſpecious ſhows Deſigned Miſchiefs hide. All ſuch Aſſemblies I deteſt, Which evil things contrive: My preſence to their lewd conſults No countenance ſhall give. My thoughts and actions I'll preſerve Free from Impurity; And then th' Oblations I preſent, Shall acceptable be. Then I aloud with chearful Voice Thy Goodneſs will proclaim; And tell of all thy wond'rous works, To magnifie thy Name.
Part II. O howl love the place, where thou Thy preſence doſt afford; And where thy Glory brightly ſhines, To bleſs and praiſe the Lord. Since wicked mens Society, And bloody Crimes I hate; Let me not in their ſufferings ſhare, kNor periſh by their Fate. No miſchief they decline to act That ſerves their vile intent; Juſtice by Brib'ry they'll pervert, T' undo the Innocent. But I in uprightneſs intend God and my ſelf t' enjoy; In Mercy ſave my Life, which they Would cruelly deſtroy. Firm and unmov'd by thee I ſtand; And, Lord, I hope t' appear In the Aſſemblies of thy Saints, To bleſs and praiſe thee there.
PSALM XXVII.
GOD is my Saviour and my Light, Why ſhould I be diſmay'd? Tis he defends my Life, of whom Then need I be afraid? When my inhumane foes drew near, And to devour me gap'd; They ſtumbled ere they ſeiz'd their prey, They fell, and I eſcap'd. I would not fear, ſhould mighty hoſts Encamp'd againſt me lie; Nor, if by open force aſſail'd, Deſpair of Victory. One thing I beg of God, and hope I ſhall not be deny'd; T' attend his Service in his Houſe, And ever there abide. Frequent converſes with him there Freſh pleaſures will create; To have my doubts reſolv'd, I'll there For his Directions wait. In dangers no retiring place Could me ſo ſurely hide; Nor in a Fortreſs on a Rock Could I more ſafe abide. As ſoon as Victory my head Above my foes ſhall raiſe Off'rings of Joy I'll thither bring, And there will ſing thy praiſe.
Part II. Hear my requeſts, and, Lord, return An Anſwer full of Grace; Thy Face thou bad'ſt me ſeek, and I, Reſolve to ſeek thy Face. Lord, do not in diſpleaſure hide Thy Face, nor me reject: Thoſe Succours I have had before, From thee I ſtill expect. My Parents Love is not ſo great As thine, nor Care ſo large: When they forſake me, I become Still more thy Care and Charge. Lord, let me plainly ſee the way Where I may ſafely tread; Avoiding all the cunning Snares Mines enemies have laid. Leave me not to their will, who firſt My Name with Slanders blaſt; And all the Cruelty they breath Will execute at laſt. How wretched had I been, when I, With troubles was oppreſt, Had I not hop'd thy Mercy would Secure my Peace and Reſt. Wait ſtill on God, my Soul, from him Courage and Strength derive; Tho' he delay, he will at length Thy fainting heart revive.
PSALM XXVIII. HEar me, O Lord, my ſure defence, When I thy Succour crave; Elſe I ſhall be like them that lie Neglected in the Grave. Grant my deſires, when with loud Cries Thy favour I intreat; And ſpread out my imploring hands Towards thy Mercy-ſeat. 0 let not that ſad Fate be mine That waits thoſe Sinners end, Who whilſt all Miſchiefs they contrive, Speak like the kindeſt Friend. Let their reward be like their Work: Since t'others they deſign'd Ruine; it is but juſt that ſuch Should their own ruine find. God's former mighty Works were done Before their eyes in vain: His laſt ſhall be their overthrow, Never to riſe again. Bleſt be the Lord, who heard the pray'rs That in diſtreſs I made: I truſted in his Strength, and found His ſeaſonable aid. Thy favour, Lord, has made my heart Exceedingly rejoice: In grateful Hymns I will advance Thy praiſe with chearful voice, Thoſe that upon his pow'r rely, God will protect and own; And his Anointed ſave, whom he. Has raiſed to his Throne. Lord, bleſs thy People, who to thee Do all their Safety owe; Feed thou thy Flock, and raiſe them up, When they are fallen low.
PSALM XXIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] 'THE Glorious Empire of the Lord Ye Rulers of the World proclaim: And in his Sanctuary give The Honour due unto his Name. Heark, how his thundring Voice do's run Thro' all the Regions of the Sky; The Seas are frighted with the noiſe, So full of Pow'r and Majeſty. The Lofty Cedars bow their Heads, And break before the mighty Sound: Mountains that bear them feel the ſhock, And like a frighted Calf rebound. Before this Voice the dreadful Flames Of pointed Lightnings tear the air: kadeſh's wild Inhabitants, Think they're not ſafe, but quake for fear. This makes the timorous Hinds to calve, Wild Beaſts the naked coverts leave; But in his ſacred Temple all Fearleſs to God their praiſes give. The Lord's Dominion do's extend To Clouds aboue and Floods below: This great Protector of the good, Will reſt and peace on His beſtow.
PSALM XXIX. [Another Metre.] YE mighty Rulers of the World, God's glorious Reign proclaim: And in his Sanctuary give Due Honour to his Name. Whoſe thundring voice do's run thro' all The Regions of the Sky: The Seas ſtart at the Noiſe, ſo full Of Power and Majeſty. Tall Cedars bow their heads, and break Before the Mighty Sound: High Mountains feel the Shock, and like A frighted Calf rebound. Before this Voice the pointed Flames Of Lightning tear the air: Kadeſh's wild Inhabitants Quake, as not ſafe, for fear. This makes the Hinds to calve, wild Beaſts The naked Coverts leave: But in God's Temple, fearleſs all To him their praiſes give. God's Empire do's extend to Clouds Above, and Floods below: This great Protector of the good, Will Peace on his beſtow,
PSALM XXX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] MY God ſince thou haſt rais'd me up, Thee I'll extol with thankful Voice; Who haſt ſecur'd me from thoſe harms, That would have made my foes rejoice, With troubles worn and grief oppreſs'd, To thee I cry'd, and thou didſt ſave: Thou didſt ſupport my ſinking hopes, My Life didſt reſcue from the Giave. Wherefore rejoice ye Saints of his, Proclaim the praiſes of the Lord; His Goodneſs often call to mind, And his Fidelity record. His Anger is but ſhort; his Love, Which is our Life, do's longer ſtay: Grief may continue for a Night, But comfort riſes with the Day. In my Proſperity I ſaid, I ne'er ſhall be diſturbed more: Vain thought! it was thy favour, Lord, My Mountain made ſo ſtrong before. For when thy preſence was withdrawn, New troubles did my State invade: And then anew by fervent pray'r Thus my addreſs to God I made. "What profit will it be to thee "To ſee meruin'd? can the Grave "Declare thy Truth? from ſilent Duſt "What praiſing Songs, Lord, canſt thou have? "Hear, I beſeech thee then, and take; "Compaſſion on my ſad Eſtate; "Help me and my loſt happineſs "Reſtore, before it be too late. By thee my Mournful ſtate is chang'd, My ſackcloth now is thrown away? And gladneſs girds me, who before, In black deſpair and horrour lay, My tongue no longer ſilent be, But to the Lord due Glory give; And ſtrive, that in thy thankful Verſe, His Fame eternally may live.
PSALM XXX. [Another Metre] SInce thou haſt rais'd me, I'll extoi My God with thankful Voice; Who freed me from thoſe harms, that would Have made my foes rejoice. With grief and troubles worn, to thee. I cry'd, and thou didſt ſave; Thou, Lord, my ſinking hopes and life Didſt reſcue from the Grave. Then let the Saints with Joy proclaim The Praiſes of the Lord; His Goodneſs call to mind, and his Fidelity record. His Wrath's but ſhort; his Love which is Our Life, do's longer ſtay: Weeping may for a Night endure, But Joy comes with the Day. In my Proſperity, I ſaid, I ſhall be mov'd no more: Vain thought! ſince 'twas thy favour made My Mount ſo ſtrong before. For when thy preſence was withdrawn, Troubles did me invade: And then to God by ſervent pray'r, Thus my addreſs I made. "What profit will it be, to ſee "Me ruin'd? can the Grave "Declare thy Truth? Lord, from the Duſt "What praiſes canſt thou have? "Hear I beſeech thee then, and take "Pity on my ſad State; "Help me, and my loſt happineſs "Reſtore, ere't be too late. My mournful ſtate is chang'd, and now My ſackcloth's thrown away; Gladneſs ſurrounds me, who before In diſmal Sorrows lay. My tongue no longer ſilent be; To God due praiſes give; That in thy thankful Verſe, his Fame Eternally may live.
PSALM XXXI. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
MAY no defeated hopes diſgrace The truſt that in my God I place: May all in my Deliverance ſee Thy Mercy and Fidelity. Haſten thy Succours, for from thence Comes all my ſafety and defence. Better than to a Rock or Fort, I to thy Cuſtody reſort. Break by thy pow'r th' intangling Net My treach'rous Enemies have ſet. My Life I to thy care commit, Who haſt ſo oft redeemed it. I'll never to Diviners run, Nor ask the Stars what I muſt ſhun; (All Heathen Cheats to be abhorr'd) My truſt's entirely in the Lord. His ſure Protection makes me glad; Who in Straits ſuch Care of me has had: Ready to fall into their Trap, He made a way my foes t'eſcape. In Mercy, Lord, thy ſervant own, Into new Difficulties thrown: Who lie diſpirited and faint, Pined with grief, and pinch'd with want. My Life thus ſpent, muſt quickly end, Too weak to hold, if God contend. Reproaches from my foes I hear, My Friends all ſhun me out of Fear.
Part II. Unminded like the dead am I, Who in the Grave neglected lie: As pieces of a broken Pot Are thrown away, ſo I'm forgot. The Slanders by ſo many ſpread Show the deſigns I ought to dread: For when Rebellion is my guilt, It's time, ſay they, my Blood wereſpilt. This they deviſe; God's my Defence, My Truſt, and Judge of my'Innocence, They have not leave yet to deſtroy A Life, which ſorely they annoy. Reſcue it ſtill, O Lord, from thoſe. My cruel perſecuting Foes. Oh make thy Face on me to ſhine, In Mercy ſave me, who am thine. Lord, may no diſappointments ſhame My hopes, who call upon thy Name: But let the wicked's death prevent Their troubling of the Innocent. Stop thou their Mouths, laid in the duſt, Who openly defame the Juſt: Whom they with higheſt crimes traduce, And all they plead with ſcorn abuſe.
Part III. O what great Joys reſerved be, For thoſe that fear and truſt in thee; Whoſe Goodneſs, now ſo little known, 'Fore all the World the Lord will own. Sometimes they're forc'd in Caves to hide Themſelves from perſecuting Pride: God's favour makes this dark retreat, A Lightſome, ſafe and quiet ſeat. God's love to me do's ſtill abound: In a ſtrong City compaſs'd round, I lay inclos'd as in a Trap, Yet he made way for my eſcape. When in a haſty Flight, I ſaid, I'm loſt, without all hope t'evade; My humble pray'r again he heard, And reſcued me from what I fear'd. Love God, ye Saints, for by his Care The Faithful ſtill preſerved are: And when the proud inſult the moſt, God's wrath will plague them, to their coſt. Let no afflictions then prevail So far, to make your Courage fail: Firmly to God if you adhere, He'll ſtrengthen you to perſevere.
PSALM XXXII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] O Happy Man! whom God forgives, And hides what he has done amiſs; Owns him as if he had not ſinn'd, Whoſe heart ſincere and upright is. My woes increas'd, whilſt I ſuppreſs'd My Guilt; no quiet I could get: Thy Wrath did preſs me like a weight, And scorch'd me like the Summers heat. I then reſolved to diſcloſe My crimes, and open all my wound; I humbly did confeſs my Sins To thee, and eaſy pardon found. This Mercy ſhall invite good men In Seaſon to implore thine aid; Then tho' their troubles like a Flood Should riſe, they need not be afraid. Thou, Lord, ſhalt be my ſafe retreat; To thee I'll fly in all diſtreſs; Thou wilt preſerve me; and in Songs Of Victory I'll thee confeſs. I'll counſel ſinners to obey; And not be like the Horſe or Mule, Whoſe Fury, till they're broke or tam'd, No Rein can guide, no Curb can rule. Such Sinners meet with heavy ſtroaks: Whilſt thoſe that truſt in God, ſhall prove The happy men: then let the Juſt Rejoice and triumph in his Love.
PSALM XXXII. [Another Metre.] O Bleſſed Man! whom God forgives, And hides what's done amiſs: On whom no ſin is charg'd; whoſe heart Sincere and upright is. When I ſuppreſs'd my inward guilt, No quiet I could get: Thy hand did preſs me down, thy wrath Scorch'd me like Summer's heat. I then reſolved to diſcloſe My crimes, and ope'my wound; I humbly did confeſs my ſins, And eaſy pardon found. This Mercy ſhall in ſeaſon draw Good men t'implore thy aid: Then tho' the floods of trouble riſe, They need not be afraid. Thou art my refuge, Lord, to thee I'll fly in all diſtreſs; Thou wilt preſerve me; and my Songs Thy Mercies ſhall confeſs. I'll teach proud men t'obey; and not Be like the Horſe and Mule; Whoſe Fury, till they're broke, no Rein Can guide, no Curb can rule. Such meet with heavy ſtroaks, whilſt thoſe That truſt in God, ſhall prove The happy men: then let them joy And triumph in his Love.
PSALM XXXIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
YE righteous in the Lord rejoice, And let his Praiſe be your delight; For Praiſe is Lovely and becomes The Lips of thoſe that are upright. Join th' Harp and other Inſtruments T'expreſs and to excite your Joys: And let your Songs be new, and play With skill, and with a chearful noiſe. God's word is like its Author, good; His Laws from all injuſtice free; His Promiſe ſure, and all his works Are done in Truth and Equity. Works that are right and juſt, ſecure His favour, and his Pleaſure are; The Earth with various Bleſſings fill'd, To us his Goodneſs do's declare. The vaſt extended Orbs of Heav'n, By his commanding word were made, And all its numerous Hoſt, from his Creating breath their Beings had. The Sea's prouds waves within the ſhores, To which they are confined, keep: Whoſe Waters ſafely are laid up In the great Store-houſe of the Deep. To this Great Lord by Men on Earth Let fear and due regard be ſhown; May all the World his awful Pow'r, By humble Adorations own. For as he ſpake all things were made, All fix'd as he Commandment gave: And a whole Nation's deep deſigns, Without him no Succeſs ſhall have. What God decrees none ſhall defeat, Nor can his orders countermand; But every Age, what he reſolves, Will ſeeimmovably ſhall ſtand.
Part II. Bleſt Land! whoſe fear and ſervice ſhows That God its choſen Ruler is; And happy they! whom God declares By's ſpecial favour to be His. Th' Almighty on the Sons of Men Looks down from his Celeſtial Throne. And all the dwellers on the Earth Views from his glorious Manſion. He equally did make them all, Their hearts he faſhion'd one by one; And all their inmoſt thoughts, to him Better than to themſelves are known. No numerous Hoſt a King can ſave, Nor Strength a Mighty Man ſecure: No Horſes force or ſwiftneſs makes The Riders preſervation ſure. The Lord on thoſe that fear his Name Looks with a favourable Eye; He ne'er will fail their hopes, that on His Goodneſs ſtedfaſtly rely. When Plagues without diſtinction kill, Their Lives he'll reſcue from the Grave: In time of Famine, due Supplies All their Neceſſities ſhall have. Now, Lord, we wait for thee, thou art Our Succour, and our ſure defence: What e'er befals us, we may truſt In thee with chearful confidence. So let thy Mercies, Lord, on us Deſcend, like a refreſhing ſhow'r, As all our hope and joys depend, Upon thy Favour and thy Pow'r.
PSALM XXXIII. [Another Metre.]
REjoice ye Righteous in the Lord, And praiſe him with delight: For thankfulneſs becomes the Lips Of thoſe that are upright. Join th' Harp and other Inſtruments, T'excite and tell your Joys: Sing a new Song, and play with skill, And with a chearful noiſe. His word is good, and all his Laws Are from injuſtice free: His promiſe ſure; and all his ways Are truth and Equity. Works that are juſt ſecure his Love, As they his pleaſure are: The Earth with Bleſſings fill'd, to us His Goodneſs do's declare. Th'extended Orbs of Heav'n by his Commanding word were made; And from his breath its num'rous Hoſts Their ſeveral beings had. The Seas proud waves within the ſhores Confined Limits keep; Whoſe waters are laid up within The Store-houſe of the Deep. Let all Men fear the Lord to him Let due regard be ſhown: May all the world his awful Pow'r By humble worſhip own. For as he ſpake all things were made, All fix'd by Laws he gave. No Nations counſels, without him, Tho' deep, ſucceſs ſhall have. God's purpoſes none can defeat, Nor Orders countermand: But every Age, what he reſolves, Will ſee ſhall firmly ſtand.
Part II. Bleſt Land! whoſe ſervice ſhows that God Its choſen Ruler is: And happy they! whom God declares By's Care, that they are His. God on the Sons of Men looks down From his Celeſtial Throne: Views all the Dwellers on the Earth, From his bright Manſion. He made them equally, their hearts He faſhion'd one by one. More clearly all their thoughts to him, Than to themſelves are known. Great Hoſts can ſave no King, nor ſtrength A mighty Man ſecure: No Horſe's force or ſwiftneſs makes The Riders ſafety ſure. The Lord on thoſe that fear his Name, Looks with a gracious Eye: And ne'er will their hopes, that on His Goodneſs do rely. When Plagues without diſtinction kill, He'll reſcue from the Grave Their Lives, in time of dearth their needs All due Supplies ſhall have. Now, Lord, we wait for thee, who art Our help and our defence. In all eſtates we'll truſt in thee With chearful Confidence. Lord, let thy Grace on us deſcend Like a refreſhing Show'r; For all our hope and joys depend On thine Almighty Pow'r.
PSALM XXXIV.
GOD, who my kind Preſerver is, I will at all times bleſs; My tongue ſhall daily be imploy'd, His Goodneſs to confeſs. In God my Soul ſhall boaſt, good men Shall hear it and rejoice; And to exalt his Glorious Name Join both in heart and voice. I ſought the Lord in my diſtreſs, And graciouſly he heard; His timely ſuccours did prevent The threatning Harm I fear'd. In all their Straits, good men ſhall look To him and be reliev'd; Nor in their hopes they place in God, Shall ever be deceiv • d. I'm that poor Man, who deſtitute Of help, God's ſuccours crav'd; He heard my Cry, and out of all My troubles I was ſav'd Bleſt Angels which on God attend, Yet wait t'encompaſs ſuch As fear him; to preſerve them ſafe, When dangers near approach. O taſt and ſee, as I have done, And then you muſt confeſs, That God alone is Good, and them That truſt in him will bleſs. O fear the Lord, ye Saints, be ſure You in good ways abide; He'll ſee, in all year wants, you be With needful things ſupply'd. Young Lions that for hunger roar, For lack of prey may faint; But thoſe that wait on God ſhall have All good he knows they want.
Part II. Come ye, who are diſpos'd to learn, And with attention hear; I'll give you wiſe Inſtructions, How ye the Lord ſhould fear. What man would have his years prolong'd, And happy days would ſee? Refrain thy Tongue and Lips from all Deceit and Injury. From all unrighteous ways depart, From doing good ne'er ceaſe; Seek all mens quiet, and purſue The things that make for peace. God loves the Righteous, and on them He caſts a gracious Eye; His Ear's attentive to their ſuits, And open to their Cry. The Lord's an Enemy to thoſe Whom wicked Works employ; In his fierce wrath, them and their Race He'll utterly deſtroy. The Righteous never cry in vain; God's help in Straits they have: He will draw near to broken hearts, And contrite Spirits ſave. Tho' Good men oft afflicted are, At length God ſets them free: His Care do's to their Bodies reach, No Bone ſhall broken be. Bad men ſhall periſh, when they're plagu'd, With all that hate the Juſt: Whom God will keep, and never fail Their hopes that on him truſt.
PPALM XXXV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
MAintain, O Lord, my injur'd Rights, And take my part againſt my foes, I need thy buckler and thy ſhield Againſt their fierce Aſſaults t'oppoſe. When I am forc'd to fly their rage, Draw out thy ſpear and ſtop their way; And that my Courage may not fail, I'll be thy ſure Deliverer, ſay. Who e'er deviſe my hurt, and ſeek My ruine, all their hopes defeat: Their warlike preparations turn T' a ſhameful and confus'd retreat. Chas'd by thy Angel, let them be Diſperſt, like Chaff before the Wind: Vengeance purſue 'em, where no path, But a ſteep precipice they'll find. For unprovok'd they lay their toils, And hunt me like ſome ſavage Beaſt; Would treach'rouſly deſtroy my life, Who have not injur'd them the leaſt. Let ruine ſeize him unawares, (A fit reward for ſuch a Foe) And caught in his own wiles, himſelf Suffer the ſame he thought to do. This wonderful Deliverance My Joys to th'higheſt pitch ſhall raiſe: Thy Goodneſs all my pow'rs poſſeſs, And all ſhall triumph in thy praiſe. Thy Mercy I'll aloud proclaim, Thy Pow'r to be beyond compare: Who ſav'ſt the poor from violence, And wrongs of thoſe that ſtronger are.
Part II. Falſe witneſſes, lay to my charge Things that ne'er came into my mind: Ev'n thoſe would now deſtroy my Life, To whom I had before been kind. But as for me when they were ſick, My cloathing ſpoke that I was ſad; My faſts and Pray'rs repeated, ſhow'd If they did well, I ſhould be glad. A Friend or Brother's dangerous caſe, Seem'd not to be a ſadder croſs; Nor had my looks been more caſt down, Had I bewail d a Mother's loſs. But when misfortunes me befel Together to rejoice they flock; The vileſt abjects meet, and make My Miſeries their Laughing-ſtock. With them are join'd the wretched crew Of Trencher-Flatterers at Feaſts; Whoſe Rage could eat me up, and there Fall on me with abuſive jeſts. Lord look not always on: at length Reſcue me from their unjuſt pow'r; Who, when deſtroy'd in Goods and Name, My Life, like Lions would devour. Then will I give thee thanks and praiſe; And when I've Liberty to go Into th' Aſſemblies of thy Saints, All ſhall thy pow'r and Goodneſs know. Let not my cauſeleſs Enemies Rejoice, that they the Day have won; Nor ſhew by winking ſigns, their rage Is ſatisfy'd, and I'm undone.
Part III. My Foes all concord hate, and ſtrive By devis'd falſhoods to increaſe Hatred to thoſe, who fain would live Under the Government in peace. With open Mouth they me traduce, And a falſe Traytor boldly call: To all they meet rejoicing ſay, So, ſo, we've now diſcover'd all. Thou know'ſt me better, Lord, than they, And how I'm wrong'd: do not neglect To do me right; but own my cauſe, And me without delay protect. No partial favour, Lord, I crave; To thy known Juſtice I appeal: According as thou find'ſt, with me, Not as they falſly charge me, deal. Prevent the wicked's Joys, who will Applaud, themſelves and prouder grow To ſee me ruin'd: Ah, they'll cry, Now things, as we would have them, go. Let thoſe who're glad to ſee me low, And longing wait to ſee me loſt; Bluſh at their diſappointed hopes, Hang down their heads, and no more boaſt. Let thoſe that own my righteous cauſe, Triumph for joy and loudly ſing, Bleſſed be God who David ſav'd, And made him a Victorious King. As for my Tongue, 't ſhall be employ'd Thy Truth and Goodneſs to proclaim; And whilſt I live ſhall never fail, To bleſs and praiſe thy Holy Name.
PSALM XXXVI.
WHen I behold a wicked Man All righteous Laws deſpiſe; I muſt conclude there is no fear Of God before his Eyes. Tho' he by craft and falſe diſguiſe May be conceal'd a while; He'll, when his Sin's found out, appear Hateful to all, and vile. His kind profeſſions are all frauds To cover ill deſigns; He will not know what's juſt, much leſs To practiſe good inclines. To muſe on Miſchief's his delight, His ſleep he'll break for this; So ſet on Evil, none that ſerves His Ends can come amiſs. Beyond the Limits of the Sky Thy Mercy, Lord, extends: Thy Faithfulneſs the narrow bounds Of ſpace and time tranſcends. Mountains may be remov'd, before Thy Truth ſhall fail the leaſt; Thy Judgments none can fathom; thou Preſerveſt Man and Beaſt.
Part II. Lord, who can prize enough that Love Thou beareſt to the Juſt; Under whoſe Providence and Care Good Men ſecurely truſt. They to the plenty of thy Houſe For all Supplies ſhall look; And freely of thy Pleaſures drink As from a running Brook. For all the Springs of Joy and Life Derived are from thee; From thy continued favour flows All our Felicity. To thoſe that thus eſteem thy Love, Thy kindneſs ſtill impart; And all thy promiſes fulfill To men of upright heart. Let him not tread me down, whoſe pride Is equal to his hate; Nor let the wicked's pow'r combin'd Subvert my quiet State. I ſee them fall, and their deſign Againſt me ruin'd lies: By ſuch a pow'rful hand caſt down, They never more ſhall riſe.
PSALM XXXVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LET none be envious when he ſees The wicked's proſperous eſtate; Nor, tempted by their good Succeſs, Grow bold their Crimes to imitate. For ſo the graſs is freſh and green, Before the Mower cuts it down; And beauteous Flow'rs, within a while Are withered by the ſcorching Sun. He's wiſe that's always doing good, And on God's Goodneſs do's rely: Thus thy Enjoyments he'll ſecure, And all thy juſt deſires ſupply. Leave thy concerns unto his care, In firm dependance on him live; He'll either grant what thou would'ſt have, Or what he knows is better give. Tho' ſlanders and detracting tongues Like Clouds, thy righteouſneſs obſcure He'll cleer thy Innocence, the Light At noon ſhall not appear more pure. In ſilence patiently expect God's Mercies; but by no means fret, To ſee men thrive by wicked Arts, And what they have a mind to get. If Anger in thy breaſt ariſe, Suppreſs it, when it firſt begins; Leſt it boil up to wrath, and thou Be hurried to commit their Sins. They ſhall poſſeſs who wait on God, The good things of his promis'd land; But evil doers have their doom, To be cut off by God's juſt hand.
Part II. The wicked's ruine in a while Thoul't ſee; and if the place thou mind Where once thou ſaw'ſt him flouriſhing, Nothing remaining of him find. Then ſhall the meek, whom they oppreſs'd Poſſeſs the Land; and with increaſe Of all good things their lives be bleſt, And nothing ſhall diſturb their peace. The wicked in miſchievous plots, Enrag'd againſt the juſt, combines: But God, who ſees his ruine near, Derides both him and his deſigns. Tho' he ſtands ready arm'd to ſlay The poor and harmleſs innocent: His Arms ſhall turn againſt himſelf, And ſerve for his own Puniſhment. Think not mere wealth makes happy men; That little which contents the poor, Is better far than wicked men's Ill-got or ill-imployed Store. The wicked's pow'r, tho' ne'er ſo great, God will in pieces ſurely break; But good men, by his potent Arm, Shall be upheld, tho' ne'er ſo weak. The days which they in ſorrow paſs And patient waiting, God regards; And with his promis'd happineſs, Them, and their children he rewards. In evil times, they ſhall not bluſh That all their hopes on God rely'd: In days of Famine, by his care, They ſhall be ſure to be ſupply'd.
Part III. God's enemies when thriving moſt, Shall periſh by his angry Stroak; Like fat of Lambs on th' Altar laid, Conſume and vaniſh into ſmoak. Theſe freely borrow to grow rich, Never intending to reſtore: The Righteous man as freely lends And parts with Wealth, to help the poor. The bleſſings of the promis'd land By them and theirs ſhall be enjoy'd; The other, followed with God's Curſe, Be rooted out and quite deſtroy'd. The Lord directs a good Man's ſteps, And he delighteth in his way: He is not ruin'd by his falls, God's pow'r is his Support and Stay. In all th' experience of my Life, That Lib'ral Man I ne'er could ſee, Whoſe Alms expos'd himſelf to want, Or brought his Race to Beggary. He's ever merciful and lends, And thus his ſeed a Bleſſing gain; Wouldſt thou in peace and ſafety dwell? Do good, and from all ſin abſtain. For God, whoſe Nature's good and juſt, Thoſe who are like himſelf will own; They ſhall continue, when the Race. Of wicked men is overthrown.
Part IV. Sure Title to the promis'd Land The Good and Juſt can onely plead; And to their pious Seed intail Its bleſſings after they are dead. Wiſe and juſt precepts he inſtills, Mens minds to form, and manners guide: And ſince God's Law he loves, and makes His Rule, his goings ſhall not ſlide. The wicked plots againſt the juſt, And lies in wait to ruine them: God will not leave them in his pow'r, Nor, as he judges them, condemn. Wait then on God and keep his way, So ſhall his promis'd bleſſings be Thy portion; and when thou art rais'd, The wicked's ruine thou ſhalt ſee. I've ſeen the wicked riſe to pow'r, Flouriſh like Lawrels ever green; But ſuddenly their ruine came, And no remainder could be ſeen. Mark but the good and perfect Man, And him that's upright in his way; Mercy attends his happy Life, And quiet peace concludes his days. But bold Tranſgreſſors ſhall not long Eſcape God's ſad but righteous doom, Whoſe utter extirpation At laſt ſhall with a vengeance come. Mean while the Lord will never fail The Good and Juſt to ſave and bleſs; Who may ſecurely on his ſtrength Rely, for Succours in diſtreſs. He'll ſurely help them in their need, And be their reſcue from th' unjuſt: His Truth and Honour is ingag'd, To ſave them, for in him they truſt.
PSALM XXXVII. [Another Metre.]
LET none be troubled, to behold The wicked's proſperous State; Nor by their good Succeſs grow bold Their crimes to imitate. For Graſs is freſh and green, before The Mower cuts it down; And beauteous flow'rs, within a while, Are withered by the Sun. He's wiſe that's doing good, and on God's goodneſs do's rely: Thus thy Enjoyments he'll ſecure, Thy juſt deſires ſupply. Leave thy concerns to him, in firm Dependance on him live; He'll either grant what thou wouldſt have, Or what is better give. Tho' ſlanderous tongues ſhould, like a cloud Thy righteouſneſs obſcure; He'll clear thy innocence, the Light Shall not appear more pure. In ſilence for God's Mercies wait, Thy ſelf by no means fret; Tho' bad men thrive, or by ill Arts, What fain they would have, get. If Anger in thy breaſt ariſe, Check it, when't firſt begins; Leſt it boil up to wrath, and thou Be hurried to their ſins. They ſhall poſſeſs who wait on God, Good things i'th' promis'd Land; But evil do'ers are doom'd to be Cut off by God's juſt hand.
Part II. Soon ſhall the wicked's ruine come; And if the place thou mind, Where once thou ſaw'ſt him flouriſhing Nothing remaining find. Then ſhall the injur'd meek poſſeſs The Land, and with increaſe Of all good things their Lives be bleſt, And none diſturb their peace. The wicked in Miſchievous plots Againſt the juſt combines: But God, who ſees his ruine near, Will laugh at his deſigns. Tho' he ſtand ready arm'd to ſlay The poor and innocent: His arms ſhall wound himſelf, and ſerve For his own puniſhment. Think not mere wealth makes happy men; For what contents the poor, Is better than bad men's ill-got, Or ill-employed ſtore. God will the wicked's pow'r, tho' greats, In pieces ſurely break; But good men by his Arm ſhall be Upheld, tho' ne'er ſo weak. Their patient waiting, and their days Of Sorrow, God regards; And with his promis'd happineſs Them and their ſeed rewards. They ſhall not bluſh, that in ill times Their hopes on God rely'd: In days of Famine, by his care, They ſhall be ſtill ſupply'd.
Part III. God's Enemies, when thriving moſt Shall periſh by his Stroak; Like fat of Lambs conſume away, And vaniſh into Smoak. Theſe freely borrow to grow rich, Not meaning to reſtore: The righteous man as freely parts With wealth, to help the poor. The Bleſſings of the Earth, by them And theirs ſhall be enjoy'd; The other, curs'd of God, ſhall be Cut off, and quite deſtroy'd. The Lord, that guides a good man's ſteps, Delighteth in his way: He is not ruin'd by his falls, God's pow'r will be his ſtay. In all my Life I never yet That lib'ral man could ſee Whoſe Alms expos'd himſelf to want, Or Race to Beggary. He mercifully lends, and thus His ſeed a Bleſſing gain: If thou would'ſt ſafely dwell, do good And from all Sin refrain. God, that is good and juſt, will thoſe, That him reſemble own. They ſhall continue; when the Race Of bad men is o'erthrown.
Part IV. Sure Title to the promis'd Land The Juſt can onely plead; And to their pious ſeed entail Its Bleſſings when they're dead. Wiſe precepts he inſtills, men's minds To form, and manners guide: And ſince he makes God's Law his Rule, His goings ſhall not ſlide. The wicked plot againſt the juſt, And wait to ruine them: God will not leave them in their pow'r, Nor as they judge, condemn. Wait on the Lord, and keep his way; His promis'd good ſhall be Thy portion; and when thou art rais'd, The wicked's ruine ſee. I've ſeen the wicked riſe, and ſpread Like Lawrels freſh and green: But when his haſty ruine came, No remnant could be ſeen. Mark but the perfect Man, and him That's upright in his ways; Mercy attends his happy Life, And peace concludes his days. But bold Tranſgreſſors ſhall not long Eſcape God's righteous Doom; Whoſe utter Extirpation Shall with a vengeance come. Mean while the Lord will never fail, The juſt to ſave and bleſs: Who may ſecurely on his pow'r Rely, in all diſtreſs. He'll help them in their need, and be Their reſcue from th' unjuſt, His Truth to ſave them is engag'd, Becauſe in him they truſt.
PSALM XXXVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LOrd, thy rebukes I can endure, When thou with kindneſs doſt chaſtiſe But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, It this, unmix'd with favour, riſe. I feel how ſharp thine arrows are, How faſt they ſtick in a deep wound; The heavy load thy hand lays on, Preſſes me down unto the ground. My unſound Body tells how ſad It is, th' Almighty to diſpleaſe; And, how provoking are my Sins, I know, by pains that have no eaſe. A ſtood of overwhelming woes, Threaten to ſink me every hour; Too great a load for me to bear, Unleſs ſuſtained by thy pow'r. Ulcers and noiſome ſores have fill'd My Body, and my Follies ſhow: Diſtorted and with trouble bent, I bowing like a Mourner go. For fiery boils my loins inflame, Ill humours run thro every part: Feeble and worn away with pain, I roar, for anguiſh of my heart. I'll add no more; for, Lord, to thee, Both what I want, and how I groan, My troubled thoughts, and reſtleſs mind, Decays of ſtrength and ſight, are known.
Part II. My Friends and Lovers, who I thought Some pity to me would expreſs, All left me; and my neareſt kin Stood afar oft in my diſtreſs. Mean while my foes, on miſchief bent Againſt my Life, they ne'er give out; This they diſcourſe, and this contrive By fraud and lies to bring about. Like one amaz'd, I ſilent ſtood; Or like a Man both deaf and mute; Who neither knew their calumnies, Nor their reproaches could confute. Thus I behav'd my ſelf, in hopes The Lord, that heard, my cauſe would plead; Nor ſuffer them, when I was low, T'inſult, and proudly raiſe their head. My weak and ruinous Eſtate, Gives a ſad proſpect to my view: My Sins, which I with grief deplore, Have made theſe Puniſhments my due. Mean while mine Enemies are ſtrong, Live in proſperity and peace; And by the falſe reports they raiſe, Making me odious, they increaſe. Ev'n they to whom kind Offices I've done, againſt me all combine, 'Cauſe I the common good purſue, Which they as ſtudiouſly decline. But, O my God, in this diſtreſs Forſake me not, as they have done: Deferr no longer my relief, Whoſe Safety lies in thee alone.
PSALM XXXIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
REſolv'd I was with care t'obſerve My ways, and chiefly watch my tongue; To ſtifle paſſionate complaints, How much they thriv'd who did me wrong. Neither good words nor bad I ſpake, But like a dumb man held my peace; Tho whilſt I thus deny'd all vent. My inward grief did more increaſe. My muſing thoughts pent in, grew hot My ſtifled ſorrows wanted eaſe; The kindled flame at length brake forth, Into ſuch words to God as theſe. Lord, teach me, when my latter end, And number of my days I view, To meaſure right my ſelf and them, How I am frail, and they are few. My days extent is but a ſpan, Mine Age is nothing unto thee: Man in his flouriſhing Eſtate Is altogether Vanity. A ſhadow's all that he purſues; But his Vexations real are; He heaps up wealth, and knows not who Shall reap the Profit of his Care.
Part II. Let others fooliſhly expect How kind the flatt'ring world will prove; I'll ſeek my God alone to pleaſe, And be ambitious of his Love. Forgive me all my heinous ſins, And then remove thy ſmarting Rod; Leſt Fools ſhould fancy me caſt off, And laugh at all my Truſt in God. As yet I've ſilently ador'd Thy Juſtice in my Puniſhment: Remove thy heavy ſtroak, for elſe My ſtrength to bear it will be ſpent. How weak and nothing we appear, When God for ſin do's man chaſtiſe; Like Garments fretted by the Moth, So all his beauty ruin'd lies. My earneſt pray'r, O Lord, regard, And to my mournful cry give ear: A wandring ſtranger here on Earth I am, as all my Fathers were. Lord, my decaying ſtrength repair, And ſpare me yet a while, that I May make my peace with thee, before I go away from hence, and die.
PSALM XXXIX. [Another Metre.]
I Was reſolv'd t'obſerve my ways, And chiefly watch my tongue; To ſtifle all complaints, how much They thriv'd, who did me wrong. Neither good words nor bad I ſpake, As dumb I held my peace; Tho' whilſt I thus deny'd all vent, My grief did more increaſe. My muſing thoughts grew hot, my griefs Thus ſtifled wanted caſe: The kindled flame at length brake forth Into ſuch words as theſe, Lord, teach me, when my end and days I have to live, I view; To know my ſelf and them, how I Am frail, and they are few. My days are but a ſpan, mine Age Is nothing unto thee; When Man is in his beſt Eſtate, He's onely Vanity. A ſhadow he purſues, but his Vexations real are; Gets wealth, and knows not who ſhall reap The profit of his Care.
Part II. Let others fooliſhly expect How kind the world will prove; I'll ſeek to pleaſe my God, and be Ambitious of his Love. Forgive me all my ſins and then Remove thy ſmarting Rod; Leſt fools think me caſt off, and laugh At all my truſt in God. Thee I have ſilently ador'd, In may juſt puniſhment: Remove thy Stroak, or elſe my ſtrength To bear it will be ſpent. How weak alas! we are when God, For ſin do's Man chaſtife; Like Garments fretted by a Moth, His beauty ruin'd lies. My mournful ſtate, O Lord, regard, And to my cry give ear; I am a ſtranger here on Earth, As all my Fathers were. Repair my ſtrength, O God, and ſpare. Me yet a while, that I. May make my peace with thee, before I go from hence, and die.
PSALM XL.
'TIS good with patience to attend, And on the Lord rely: When other ſuccours fail'd, to him, I pray'd, who heard my cry. I, that in miſery was plung'd, Surrounded with deſpair; Am ſafely plac'd above my fears, And firm my goings are. And now I'll chearful praiſes ſing To God, who ſet me free; Whilſt this thy Goodneſs do's invite Others to truſt in thee. O happy Man! that truſts in God And can the proud deſpiſe; With the deceitful Arts of ſuch As turn aſide to Lyes. Thy wond'rous works, and thoughts of Love To us ſo many are; If I would tell them, they exceed My thoughts and value far. When ſacrifices, Lord, to thee No longer grateful were; And when Obedience thou before Burnt-Offerings didſt preferr. Inſtead of theſe, that I ſhould come, Thy ſacred Books recite: Thy Law is in my heart, and I To do thy will delight. Within thy Courts I have made known How great thy Mercies are; Thy Truth and Faithfulness, my tongue To publiſh ſhall not ſpare. Theſe are too great and good to lie In private thoughts conceal'd; What all are ſo concern'd to know, To all I have reveal'd.
Part II. O let my preſervation ſpeak How true thou art and kind; And thoſe Compaſſions I proclaim, Lord, let me ever find. I never needed more thy help, With dangers round beſet; Nor wonder at it, when my ſins So many are and great. Their Number I no more can tell Than th' hairs upon my head: My heart is quite depreſs'd, and ſeiz'd With horrour and with dread. Lord, ſince my troubles with ſuch haſte To ruine me advance; O do not ſtay, but come as faſt To my Deliverance, Let thoſe who would deſtroy my Life, Their own Confuſion meet; And when they'attempt my hurt, with ſhame Be forced to retreat. Let ſuch as make my griefs their ſport, Themſelves unpitied be; Thoſe who deride my Truſt in God, Reward with Infamy. To all true Worſhippers, who ſeek Their God alone to pleaſe, Do thou thy Favour, Lord, expreſs, And make their joys t'increaſe. Let thoſe whoſe hopes on thee depend, And thy Salvation Love, Ever have cauſe and hearts to ſay, Praiſed be God above. 17 Oh look upon my ſtate oppreſs'd With Miſery and Grief: Thou art my Saviour and my help Lord, ſend me quick relief.
PSALM XLI. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
BLeſt is the Man, whoſe tender ſenſe Is touched with another's grief; Who when he hears the poor Man's cry, Affords him pity and relief. God will his Charity repay; In time of need will be his Friend: When troubles to his Lot ſhall fall, He'll make 'em have an happy end. Threatned by Danger or Diſeaſe, His Life he'll reſcue from the Grave; Proſper his State on Earth, and from His Foes and all their malice ſave. He'll ſtrengthen him upon his Bed Of Languiſhing Infirmity: Secure of God's Compaſſions, His weary Limbs will ſofter lie. Wounded and ſore oppreſt with guilt, I cry'd for Pity and for eaſe; Lord, let thy Mercies heal my Soul, Whoſe ſins are onely leſs than theſe.
Part II. My Foes, t'aſſlict me more, my Name With Defamations ſtrive to blot; They wiſh me dead, and then they hope To ſee my Reputation rot. He ſeems, when preſent, to condole With me, but all's deceit and fraud; He picks up matter for his Lyes, And ſpreads them, when he goes abroad. In cloſe Aſſemblies they conferr Who hate me, and my hurt deviſe: An ill diſeaſe ſticks to him faſt, He's laid, ſay they, ne'er more to riſe. Yea my familiar Friend, in whom I put the greateſt confidence, Who to my Family retain'd, Spurns at me with ſtrange Inſolence. But Lord, in mercy raiſe me up, And once more ſeat me on my Throne; That by juſt puniſhments, I may Repay, what wickedly they've done. Thy Kindneſs to me, by thy Care I know, which thou doſt not recall: That I'm in ſafety, and my Foe Has miſs'd his Triumph in my fall. With thankfulneſs to thee, I own, Thou haſt ſuſtain'd my Innocence;

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PSALM XLII [As the 100 Pſalm.]
O God, the ſpring of all my joys, For thee I long, to thee I look: No chaſed Hart do's pant ſo much After the cooling Water-brook. Leſs grief it is to be exil'd From mine own houſe, O Lord than thine: O how I wiſh t'approach that place, Where all thy Glories uſe to ſhine. The ſorrows of my Baniſhment Increaſe, and tears become my food, Whilſt mine inſulting foes reproach My Faith, and ſay, where's now thy God? Paſt joys renew my grief, to think How to thine Houſe in Troops we came; What chearful Feaſts we kept, and ſang Praiſes in conſort to thy Name. Why ſhould I cheriſh theſe ſad thoughts, Whence nothing but diſquiet flows? Since you procure not what I wiſh, Why ſhould you hinder my repoſe? I've learnt this Remedy at laſt; To keep my paſſions calm and ſtill, I'm nearer Help by hope in God, And Reſignation to his will. While thus exil'd I wander from This Mountain to the other Hill, Grief do's oppreſs me: but the thoughts Of thy great Goodneſs, chear me ſtill.
Part II. Into deep Miſeries I'm fall'n, Where one the other ſeems t' invite; Toſs'd in a Sea, where every Wave, Threatens to overwhelm me quite. God's Kindneſs ſtill will give me cauſe To ſing his praiſe both Night and Day, I'll thus commend my ſelf to him, The Author of my Life, and pray. "O God my refuge, whv ſo long "Do I thus unregarded lie? "Why do I mourn without relief, "Oppreſſed by mine Enemy? "This wounds me deeply like a Sword, "To hear my Truſt in thee with Scorn "Reproach'd, by them who flouting ask, "Where's now thy God? thou wretch forlorn! Why ſhould I cheriſh theſe ſad thoughts Whence nothing bat diſquiet ſlows? Since you procure not what I wiſh, Why ſhould you hinder my repoſe. I've learnt this Remedy at laſt, To keep my Paſſions calm and ſtill: I'm nearer help by hope in God, And reſignation to his will.
PSALM XLII. [Another Metre.]
BLeſt fountain of my joys, for thee I long, to thee I look; No chaſed Hart do's pant ſo much After the Water-brook. Leſs grief it is to be exil'd From mine own houſe, than thine; O how I wiſh t'approach the place Where all thy Glories ſhine. This makes my ſorrows to increaſe, And tears become my food; To hear my Foes reproach my Faith, And ſay, where's now thy God? Paſt joys renew my grief, to think How to thine Houſe we came In Troops to feaſt, and praiſes ſang In conſort to thy Name. Why ſhould I cheriſh theſe ſad thoughts Whence nought but trouble flows? Since you procure not what I wiſh, Hinder not my repoſe. I've learnt this Remedy, to keep My Paſſions calm and ſtill: I'm nearer help by hope in God, And a reſigned will. While thus exil'd I wander from This to the other Hill, Grief caſts me down, but thoughts of God's Great Goodneſs, chears me ſtill.
Part II. Deep are my Miſeries, and one Another ſeems t' invite: Toſs'd in a Sea, where every wave Threatens to drown me quite. Thy Kindneſs, Lord, will give me cauſe To praiſe thee Night and Day; I'll thus commend my ſelf to thee, God of my Life, and pray. "O God my Refuge, why do I "So long forgotten lie? "Why do I mourn without relief, "Oppreſs'd by th' Enemy? "This wounds me like a Sword, to hear "My Truſt reproach'd with ſcorn, "By them, who flouting ask, where's now "Thy God? thou wretch forlorn! Why ſhould I cheriſh theſe ſad thoughts, Whence nought but trouble flows? Since you procure not what I wiſh, Hinder not my repoſe. I've learnt this Remedy, to keep My Paſſions calm and ſtill; I'm nearer help by hope in God, And a reſigned will.
PSALM XLIII. [At the 100 Pſalm.] THou Righteous Judge of all the world, Be thou my gracious Advocate; And clear mine Innocence from thoſe Whoſe craft is equal to their hate. Why, Lord, doſt thou with-hold that pow'r, On which my ſoul alone relies? And look'ſt not on my mournful State, Oppreſt by cruel Enemies? Thy Mercy and thy Truth diſplay; That by the Conduct of thy Light, Thy Courts I may attain, and there May have of thee a fuller ſight. T' approach thine Altar would revive My Soul, and all my Gladneſs raiſe: Where I thy Goodneſs would proclaim With all the Inſtruments of praiſe. Why ſhould I entertain ſad thoughts Whence nothing but Diſturbance flows? Since they procure not what I wiſh, Why ſhould they hinder my repoſe? I've learnt this Remedy at laſt, To keep my Paſſions calm and ſtill; I'm nearer help by hope in God, And reſignation to his will.
PSALM XLIII. [Another Metre.] GReat Judge of all the world, be thou craft My gracious Advocate; To plead my cauſe, 'gainſt thoſe, whoſe pow'r, Is equal to their hate. Why, Lord, doſt thou with-hold that On which my Soul relies? And look'ſt not on my State oppreſs'd By cruel Enemies? Thy Mercy and thy Truth diſplay, That, guided by thy Light, I may attain thy Courts, and have Of thee a fuller fight. 'T approach thine Altar would revive My ſoul, my joys would raiſe: Where I thy Goodneſs would proclaim With Inſtruments of praiſe. Why ſhould I entertain ſad thoughts, Whence nought but trouble flows? Since you procure not what I wiſh, Hinder not my repoſe. I've learnt this Remedy, to keep My Paſſions calm and ſtill; I'm nearer help by hope in God, And a reſigned will.
PSALM XLIV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
THE wonders, Lord, thou didſt of old, We've often heard our Fathers tell; To plant thy People in their land, How thou the Heathen didſt expel. Their ſpeedy Conqueſts were not gain'd By their own Valour or their Sword: But by the preſence of thy Pow'r, And ſpecial favour of the Lord. O God my King, ſave Jacob's Seed, Whoſe pow'rful word alone can do, t: Then ſhall our foes before us fall, And we ſhall tread them under-foot. It is not by our Sword or bow We hope to conquer, but by thee: By whom ſo oft we have been ſav'd, And they oft made with ſhame to flee. In God we glory, and we praiſe Thy Name; yet now our caſe deplore: Thy preſence is withdrawn, that us'd To head our Armies heretofore: Caſt off by thee, our Courage fails, Our Enemies with eaſe us foil; We turn our backs, and they come on With greedy haſte to take the ſpoil. Like Sheep deſign'd for ſlaughter, ſome Fall into cruel Butchers hands; Others led Captive are diſpers'd In far remote and Heathen Lands. Diſown'd by God; by all deſpis'd Like vileſt Slaves they're ſold and bought; And being priz'd as little worth, Their owners part with them for nought. We're to our Neighbours a reproach, To all about a Laughing-Stock: The Heathens by-word, when they ſpeak, When Signs they only make, their mock.
Part II. The Ignominy of our State, Confounds me with perpetual ſhame: To hear the Scoffs wherewith our foes Reproach us, and blaſpheme thy Name. Our onely Comfort is, tho' all Theſe Miſeries are our ſad Lot, We've not been falſe unto our God, Him or his Covenant forgot. We have not entertain'd worſe thoughts, Nor thy Religion leſs have lov'd; Nor hitherto our ſteps have balk'd Thy way, nor we Apoſtates prov'd. Tho' broke and ſhatter'd, where not men But Dragons rather fury breath; Our ſtate is utterly forlorn, And diſmal like the ſhades of Death. Had we to Worſhip God forgot, Or pray'd to their falſe Deities; God's Vengeance we had not eſcap'd, Who all our ſecret thoughts eſpies. That for thy ſake we're daily kill'd Like butcher'd ſheep; is ſeen by all; When rather than forſake our God, We chuſe his Sacrifice to fall. Awake and riſe for our defence, Thy long neglected people own: No more diſpleaſure ſhow, when we Under ſuch ſad oppreſſions groan. Lower we cannot lie; the ground And we one Body ſeem to make: Riſe for our help, and raiſe us up; Oh ſave us, for thy Mercies ſake.
PSALM XLV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
DIvinely now inſpir'd I'll ſing The Praiſes of a Mighty King: What I recite ſhall flow ſo faſt, No Scribes quick pen can make ſuch haſte. O Glorious King! thy form divine Created Beauties do's out-ſhine: All Graces on thy Lips are pour'd, On thee Eternal Bleſſings ſhowr'd. Gird thy bright ſword upon thy thigh, The Ornament of Majeſty; Like an illuſtrious Prince appear, And ſhew how great thy Glories are. Ride on in triumph, and maintain The Vertues that adorn thy train; Wrong'd Meekneſs Truth and Equity Look onely for ſupport from thee, Thine Enemies amazed ſtand, Struck with the terrour of thy hand; Who needs muſt fall, ſince thy keen darts Will find a paſſage to their hearts. Thy Throne, O God, is fixed ſure, Thy Kingdom ever ſhall endure; Thy Laws, the Scepter in thy hand, Oppreſs not thoſe whom they command. Sin thou doſt hate, but juſtice love; Therefore thy Glories far above Thy Fellows ſhine; thy God has ſhed More Oil of Gladneſs on thy head.
Part II. None ever, did appear ſo glad In Nuptial Garments richly clad, So fragrant from th' Ivory rooms, As if made up of mere perfumes. Daughters of Kings did not diſdain T' attend among the princely train: The Royal Bride at thy right hand, In pureſt Gold array'd did ſtand. Great Queen! thou wilt be happier yet, If thou'lt thy Country's Rites forget: The King will prize thy Beauty more; For he's that Lord thou muſt adore. Rich Tyre, and thoſe of greateſt port, With preſents ſhall thy favour court. Thy Mind all graces do's infold, More ſplendid than thy cloth of Gold. She to the King in raiment wrought With rich embroid'ry, ſhall be brought; Her Maids of Honour after go, Attending in the pompous ſhow. Whom they with forward joy ſhall bring Into the Palace of the King. Inſtead of Parents, from thy Womb, Princes, to rule the Earth ſhall come. And this my Song; ſhall make thy Name Survive, Great King, and ſpread thy Fame. Thee future Ages ſhall adore And praiſe, till time ſhall be no more.
PSALM XLVI. TH' Almighty Lord is our defence, The Strength whereby we ſtand; When Troubles their approaches make, His help is ſtill at hand. Our Faith may then remain unmov'd, Tho' th' Earth ſhould be diſplac'd; Or tho' into the Sea's vaſt Gulph The Mountains ſhould be caſt. Altho' the Ocean's troubled waves A frightful noiſe ſhould make; Should riſe and ſwell unto the Clouds, And cauſe the Hills to ſhake. There is a quiet ſtream makes glad The City of the Lord: His preſence ſhall ſecure her peave, And timely help afford. The Nations rage and threaten War, But God is on our ſide; One word of his diſſolves their force, And daunts their ſwelling pride. See what his hand has done, it draws The Sword out of its ſheath; Which, while he gives it leave, triumphs In Slaughter and in Death. Then by another word he makes Deſtructive wars to ceaſe; He breaks their Arms, the Bow and Spear, And crowns the Earth with peace. Ceaſe then, fond man, to ſtrive with God, Whoſe Pow'r is over all; For fear, he ſhould exalt himſelf In your unpitied fall. This is our Glory, that the Lord Of Hoſts is on our ſide; We in his Care, as in a Forts, In Safety ſhall abide,
PSALM XLVII. O All ye people clap your hands, And make a joyful noiſe; With Acclamations to your God, Declare your inward joys. His high Perfections do proclaim Him greatly to be fear'd; This King of all the world commands Your Honour and regard. By him o'er warlike Nations we Our Conqueſts do advance: And he this happy Land has choſe For our Inheritance. Here he reſides too, and in this All People we excell: A ſignal Token 'tis of Love When God with us will dwell. In a triumphant ſtate our, Lord This Holy Place aſcends; Loud noiſe of trumpets all the while Our ſhouts of joy attends. Sing chearful praiſes to our God, Sing Praiſes to our King: He's Lord of all the Earth, his praiſe With underſtanding ſing. He makes the Heathen feel his pow'r, And him their Sov'reign own; He ſeats himſelf upon the Ark, As on his Holy Throne. Rulers and People at ſet times Do all aſſemble here; And whilſt they worſhip Abr'ham's God, From foes no danger fear. God, who their ſafety undertakes, Superior is to all: His Rule extends o'er thoſe whom men The Earth's Defenders call.
PSALM XLVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
GReat Praiſes to the greateſt Lord, Are due from none ſo much as thoſe Of his own City, in that Mount He for his ſolemn worſhip choſe. For Situation, the whole Land None ſo delightful do's afford; Seen Northward of Jeruſalem, The City of our Mighty Lord. As in a Royal Palace, there God keeps his ſolemn Reſidence: His Divine preſence makes it ſafe, No Fort can give it ſuch defence. The Forces of Confed' rate Kings Drew near, this City to attack: They ſaw it, and like men amaz'd, In great Confuſion haſted back. Terrour and fear ſeiz'd all their Hoſt; No child-bed throws come on ſo faſt: Such as the Mariners feel, whoſe ſhips Toſt by fierce Tempeſts, break at laſt. God's City has ſuch wonders ſeen, As heretofore our Fathers told: His Mercy, which has ſav'd us now, Will ſtill protect, and it uphold.
Part II. Not truſting to our Arms or Forts, We to thy Temple did repair; Thought on thy Love, and waited there, What God would do, by humble pray'r. Thy Name's the Lord of Hoſts, we found Thee ſo, in our Deliverance: And all the World thy glorious pow'r In chearful Praiſes will advance. Thy hand for works of Mercy, Lord, As well as Juſtice is renown'd: Let Sion then begin her Songs, Follow'd By Judah's cities round. Go round the Holy Mount; her Tow'rs, Her Palaces and Bullwarks view; All are intire; and with what Care 'T has been by Heav'n preſerved, ſhew. Record it too, that after times May truſt in God, whom we have try'd: Then he, who now our Guard has been, Will ever be our God and Guide.
PSALM XLIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LET all the People round the Earth, Their Ears with great attention bow, To words that equally concern Both rich and poor, both high and low. Wiſe and grave Maxims I lay down: And with attention quick and ſharp My ſelf will liſten, while they're ſung To the ſoft Muſick of my Harp. Why ſhould the, Man who truſts in God, Affright himſelf with needleſs fear In days of evil; when Old Age Approaches, or when Death draws near. Vain men applaud their Stores, yet none His Brother can from dying, ſave; Life's purchaſe is too great; no wealth Can buy our freedom from the Grave. The Aſhes of the Wiſe and Good With Fools together mingled lie: The Rich, tho' loth to go, muſt leave The World, with all their wealth, and die.
Part II. Some think on houſes that they build, Their Fame eternally ſhall ſtand; And to preſerve their Memory, Give their own Names unto their Land. Death levels all their State with Beaſts, Makes all their ſplendid Titles fade: Yet their poſterity approves The Follies and Miſtakes they made. Driv'n to the Grave like ſheep, their, ſtrength And beauty quite conſum'd away; They in Death's Fold ſhall lie • nclos'd, Till the great Reſurrection-Day. A Day in which the Juſt ſhall reign, And o'er the Bad Dominion have: Then I ſhall be receiv'd to bliſs, After I'm raiſed from the Grave. Be not concern'd when one's made rich Or honour'd here; for when he dies; Naked he goes away from hence, And ſtript of all his Glory lies. Tho' whilſt he liv'd he bleſs'd himſelf, And other Men are apt to praiſe His prudent Management, who ſtrives His Wealth or Family to raiſe: It's folly all; ſince he muſt tread The Path his Fathers went before; And in the Place where now he dwells, Never ſee Light or Comfort more. Man that to Honour is advanc'd, And with true Wiſdom is not bleſt; Tho' pleas'd with faiſe and flatt'ring hopes, Shall die and periſh like a Beaſt.
PSALM XLIX. [Another Metre.]
ALL People round the Earth, your ears With needful liſt'ning bow: My words concern both rich and poor Alike, both high and low. Wiſe and grave Maxims I compoſe, And with attention ſharp My ſelf will liſten, whilſt they're ſung To my Melodious Harp. Wherefore ſhould he that truſts in God. Affright himſelf with fear In evil days; to ſee Old Age Approach, or Death draw near? Men boaſt their Stores, and yet none can From Death his Brother ſave: Life's purchaſe is too great, to buy Our Freedom from the Grave. The Aſhes of die wiſe with fools Together mingled lie; The Rich, tho' loth, muſt leave the world With all their wealth, and die. Some think on houſes that they build Their Fame ſhall ever ſtand; And that their Names may not be loſt, They give them to their Land. Death levels all their pomp with beaſts, Makes all their Titles fade; Yet their poſterity approves All the miſtakes they made.
Part II. Driv'n to the grave like ſheep, men's ſtrength And Beauty fades away; And there ſhall lie incloſed, till The Reſurrection Day. Then ſhall the Juſt men reign, and o'er The Bad Dominion have; Then I ſhall be receiv'd to bliſs, When raiſed from the Grave. Envy not him that's glorious here Or rich, for when he dies, Naked he goes away, and ſtript Of all his Glory lies. Tho' whilſt he liv'd he bleſs'd himſelf; And men are apt to praiſe That prudent Management, which wealth And Families do's raiſe: It's Folly all; for he muſt go Where others went before; And never, where he now muſt dwell, See Light or Comfort more. Man that is honour'd here, and with True wiſdom is not bleſt; Tho' pleas'd with flatt'ring hopes, ſhall die, And periſh like a Beaſt.
PSALM L.
THE Mighty God, and Lord of all, Calls the whole Land to hear; And ſummons all from Eaſt to Weſt Before him to appear. Sion's the beauteous Palace, where God keeps his Residence; He'll go in greateſt Splendour forth And Kingly State from thence. All ſhall have notice of it; when Lightnings devouring flame, And thundring Tempeſts round about His coming ſhall proclaim. So publick, that both Heav'n and Earth His witneſſes ſhall be; And all the world the Equity Of his Proceedings ſee. He'll give ſtrict charge, to gather all His Saints to this Aſſizo; Who have a Solemn Covenant made Confirm'd by Sacrifice. Conſpicuous as the Heav'ns themſelves His Juſtice ſhall appear; Since God himſelf, the Righteous Judge, Will paſs the Sentence there. O Iſrael, hear to what my charge Againſt thee do's amount; It is thy God, who gave thee Laws, Now calls thee to account. But I'll not charge thee with neglects Of legal Sacrifice; The Smoak of whoſe burnt Offerings Daily to Heav'n do's riſe. Think not by Store of theſe, amends For other Sins to make: I need not Bullocks or He-Goats From thy ſhort Stores to take.
Part II. The Cattel on a thouſand Hills, The Beaſts both wild and tame; Fowls of the Mountains by me known, All as mine own I claim. Could I be hungry, I'd not ask Thee to provide me food; Since all the Earth to me belongs, With its full ſtores of good. Nor' cauſe the fleſh and blood of beaſts Are on mine Altar, think I have ſuch Appetite, as craves Supply of meat and drink. Offer to God thy thanks; and pay Thy Vows to the moſt High: In trouble pray to him; when ſav'd Him onely glorify. But, wicked wretch, why doſt thou Name God's Covenant in thy talk? Urge others to obſerve his Laws, Which thou doſt ſlight and balk? Thou canſt allow and ſhare with thefts, And foul Adulteries: Slanders, imploy thy Tongue, thy mind Contrives deceit and Lyes. Thy Calumnies ſpare not ſo much As thine own Mother's Son: Thou thought'ſt too, cauſe ſo long forborn, I lik'd theſe things thou'ſt done. But I'll correct thee, and in view Thy ſins in order ſet. You're warn'd, and now conſider well All ye that God forget. Abuſed Patience will make His wrath the more ſevere; And none have pow'r to reſcue thoſe Whom he'll in pieces tear. Know then, that whoſo offers praiſe, Pleaſes and honours me; And he who orders right his ways, Shall my Salvation ſee.
PSALM LI. [To the Tune of the Lamentation,]Or as the 100 Pſalm.
LOrd, look upon my ſinful Soul, That unto thee for Mercy flies; As thy Compaſſions boundleſs are, So blot out mine iniquities. O waſh me throughly from my crimes, For thou alone canſt make me clean; With tears I now confeſs my guilt, Amaz'd to ſee how vile I've been. None elſe can call me to account, But thy Tribunal, Lord, I fear; For if arraign'd and judg'd by thee, I muſt be caſt, and thou be clear. I was conceiv'd and born in ſin, Too prone and bent to do amiſs; But inward Purity to thee, And Truth of Heart moſt pleaſing is. Lord, ſhew me thou art reconcil'd, As thoſe with Hyſſop ſprinkled know They are abſolv'd; thy Grace can waſh And make me whiter than the Snow. My ſins have forfeited the joys And inward peace that once I had; Thy pard'ning voice would heal again My broken bones and make them glad. No longer, Lord, behold my ſins With a ſevere and angry look; O take their ſtains out of my Soul, And blot their guilt out of thy book. This may be here added, when the Tune of the Lamentation is uſed. To thee, O Father, to the Son And Holy Ghoſt, whom we adore; Be Glory, as it was of old, Is now, and ſhall be evermore.
Part II. Create in me, O God, a heart Clean and unſpotted in thy ſight; Renew a well compoſed mind, Unmov'd from Goodneſs and upright. Lord, do not caſt me from thy ſight, As one whom thou no more canſt Love; Nor let thy Spirit, whoſe grace I need, Tho' griev'd too much, from me remove. Its ſaving Comforts and free aids, T' uphold my feeble pow'rs, afford. Thus Sinners will be drawn t'amend Their ways, and turn unto the Lord. O ſave me from the crying guilt Of Blood, that ſin of crimſon dye; Thy Faithfulneſs I'll then proclaim, And loudly ſing thy Clemency. My opened Lips ſhall ſpeak thy praiſe; For this thou rather doſt deſire, Than coſtly Sacrifice of Beaſts Conſumed wholly in the fire. Thou, Lord, a broken contrite heart Doſt more than bloody offerings prize; This preſent now I humbly make, Which God, I truſt, will not deſpiſe. Thy people whom thou lov'ſt, delight To bleſs, defend and ſuccour them: Do good to Sion, Lord, and build The Walls of thy Jeruſalem. The Praiſes of the Righteous then, How kind thou art, ſhall loudly tell; And all their choiceſt Offerings laid Upon God's Altar, pleaſe him well.
PSALM LI. [Another Metre.]
BEhold, O Lord, my ſinful Soul To thee for Mercy flies; Thy boundleſs Mercy can blot out All mine Iniquities. O waſh away my crimes, for thou Alone canſt make me clean: I now confeſs my guilt, amaz'd To ſee how vile I've been. Tho' none can call me to account. Thy Sentence, Lord, I fear; If judg'd by thee, I know I muſt Be caſt, and thou be clear. I was conceiv'd and born in Sin, Too prone to do amiſs; But Purity and Truth of Heart To thee moſt pleaſing is. Shew thou art reconcil'd, as thoſe With Hyſſop ſprinkled know They are abſolvd; thy Grace can waſh, And make me white as Snow. My Sins have forfeited the Joys And Peace that once I had; Thy Voice would heal my broken bones, Thy Pardon make them glad. No longer, Lord, behold my ſins With a diſpleaſed Look; O take their ſtains out of my Soul, Their Guilt out of thy Book.
Part II. Create in me, O Lord, a heart: Unſpotted in thy ſight; Renew in me a mind unmov'd From Goodneſs, and upright. Lord, do not caſt me from thy ſight, As one thou canſt not love; Nor let thy Spirit, tho' griev'd too much, Its Grace from me remove. Its Comforts and free aids, t' uphold My feeble pow'rs afford: Thus Sinners will amend their ways, And turn unto the Lord. O ſave me from the Guilt of Blood, That ſin of Crimſon Dye; Then I'll proclaim thy Faithfulneſs, And ſing thy Clemency. My opened Lips ſhall ſpeak thy praiſe; For this thou doſt deſire, Rather than ſacrifice of Beaſts Conſumed in the fire. Thou doſt a broken contrite heart More than all Offerings prize; This preſent now I humbly bring, Which God will not deſpiſe. Delight to bleſs thy People, Lord, Defend and ſuccour them; Do good to Sion; build the walls Of thy Jeruſalem. The Praiſes of the Righteous then, How kind thou art, ſhall tell; And all their Offerings laid upon God's Altar, pleaſe him well.
PSALM LII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] VAin mighty Man! to vaunt it ſo That thou canſt mighty Miſchief do! Unlike to God, who's not inclin'd By'Almighty Pow'r, to be leſs kind. Thou Hypocrite! Malice did whet Thy Tongue, like Razor newly ſet; The firſt miſchievous Inſtrument, Prepared to ſtay the Innocent. Tho' Truth and Right are ſpoke with eaſe, Evil and Lyes thee better pleaſe. Thy Calumnies, falſe tongue, have pow'r At once a City to devour. Thou canſt not God's juſt Doom avoid, Thy turn is next to be deſtroy'd: He'll pluck thee from thy dwelling-place, And root out all thy curſed Race. The Juſt ſhall dread to ſee thy fall, Yet thus expreſs their Joys withal. " See here the wretched end, yet juſt, " Of one that made not God his Truſt. "Who meant by treach'rous Arts and Lyes, "By wicked practices to riſe; "And ſtrengthned by great wealth he thought "Himſelf ſecure; He's brought to nought. Whilſt I, deſign'd for ruine, ſtand; Supported by the Almighty's hand; And flouriſh like an Olive-tree: God's Mercy ſtill my Truſt ſhall be. What God has done, I'll celebrate, For what h' has promis'd ever wait; Tho' other ways bad men propound, This the beſt courſe his Saints have found.
Psalm LIII [As the 25 Pſalm.] THE Fools believe no God Do's mind th' affairs below: For tho' they ſpeak it not aloud, They live as if 'twere ſo. All are corrupt and vile, Their Actions hateful are; They're onely skillful to do ill, From Good eſtranged far. God from his Throne look'd down, And took a ſtrict Survey, What men did ſeek and know the Lord, And his juſt Laws obey. All were degenerate, With loathſome Sins o'ergrown; What was Religious juſt and good, None practis'd, no not one. Strange Madneſs! that they ſhould Like bread the poor devour; And neither own thee by their pray'rs Nor dread thy mighty Pow'r. Where all their fears were vain, Great terrours ſeiz'd them there; God who deſpis'd them, made their fall As ſhameful as their fear. Delay not, Lord, to ſet Thy captive people free: When thy Salvation ſhall appear, Great will their triumphs be.
Psalm LIV. SAve me, O God, thy glorious Name, Thou righteous Judge, advance: O hear my pray'r, and ſhew thy pow'r In my Deliverance. For Enemies to me unknown, And Strangers to thy fear Seek to betray me, and to take Away my Life, draw near. See how my gracious God appears, And brings unlook'd-for aid: Since he my threatned Life ſecures, I'll be no more afraid. God will repay their wrongs, contriv'd With ſuch malicious fraud: When thy juſt Vengeance on them falls, All will thy Truth applaud. My free and grateful ſacrifice Of Praiſe to God I'll bring; His Pow'r and Wiſdom celebrate, His Goodneſs ever ſing. For now I'm ſafe from all my fears, And I with pleaſure ſee Mine Enemies retreat with ſhame, Who gloried over me.
PSALM LV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LOrd hear my pray'r, and do not hide Thy ſelf from thy poor Suppliant: Conſider how I mourn, and make A doleful noiſe in my Complaint. My wicked Foe has War proclaim'd, And now reduc'd me to ſore ſtraits; And loading me with forged crimes, With rage purſues me, whom he hates. Sore Anguiſh pains me to the Heart, I feel even Death's ſtrange Agonies: My Danger threatens me ſo loud, That trembling horrors on me ſeize, Oh who will lend me wings, as ſwift As Dove's, who have their innocence, That to a ſafe and quiet place I might retire, by flying hence. I'd chuſe to wander any where, Or to ſome unknown Deſart go: I'd haſten my eſcape, nor ſtay Till this fierce Tempeſt did o'erblow. May all their Counſels diſagree, And their Deſtruction ſpring from thence, The City's with Contention fill'd, By rapine caus'd and Violence. Theſe Day and Night go round the Walls, Miſchief and Woe Keep Centry there: Iniquity deceit and guile In th' Head of every ſtreet appear. I was not by an open Foe Reproach'd, one made by quarrels fierce; I could have born it then, or elſe Been ſafe, by ſhunning his converſe. But thou, perfidious wretch, waſt one Belov'd, my Councellour, my Friend; With whom my hours, both at my own And at God's Houſe, I oft did ſpend.
Part II. Let them be ſeiz'd by ſudden Death, And ſink alive into a Grave; For elſe, where e'er they go or ſtay, Miſchievous plots a place will have. But I intend to call on God, Who'll reſcue me from what I fear; Evening and Morning, and at Noon, I'll cry aloud, and he will hear. He'll ſettle me in peace, my Life In battle ſave from cruel hands: Tho' they in Number far exceed, God's Preſence for an Army ſtands. God, who the ſame abides, their pride, Will humble, and my pray'rs will hear; Who proſp'ring hitherto in Sin, Change not, nor God's juſt Vengeance fear. He who all Laws of Friendſhip, all Oaths of Fidelity has broke. Gave words as ſmooth as oil, when juſt Ready to give a Mortal ſtroak. Caſt all the burden of thy Cares On God, who will ſupport his own; They, tho' ſore ſhaken for a while, Shall not be utterly caſt down. But proſperous Iniquity Prepares men for a fearful end; Whom God, when they are moſt ſecure, Will headlong to deſtruction ſend. How ſeldom do the Men of Blood And Treachery, live half their Days; I truſt, I ſhall mine Age conclude In peace, and long God's Goodneſs praiſe.
PSALM LVI.
REſcue my Life in Mercy, Lord, For Man would me devour; His hot and cloſe purſuit affords No Truce to breathe an Hour. My Foes that for my ruine gape, And wait my ſteps t'enſnare; As well in Number as in Pow'r To me Superiour are. But tho' a ſudden danger may. Some preſent frights create; My Truſt in thee will never fail. My Fears to diſſipate. Then by God's Help I'll celebrate With praiſe his faithful Word; And vanquiſh all my fears of Men, By truſting in the Lord. When I would conquer their ill will, By being Innocent; They wreſt my words, and to my hurt Their thoughts are wholly bent. For this they frequent counſels hold, And Snares in ſecret lay; Watch all my motions and their time: To take my Life away.
Part II. Shall crafty wickedneſs prevail, And ſcape without God's frown? Repreſs their haughty inſolence; With Vengeance caſt them down. Forced to wander here and there, Thou know'ſt how oft I weep; A kind remembrance of my tears, And of my troubles keep. I know my pray'r ſhall now prevail To quell my foes, whoſe pride Will make my Victory more ſure, Since God is on my ſide. Then by God's help I'll celebrate With praiſe, his faithful word; And vanquiſh all my fears of men, By truſting in the Lord. I'm bound by Vows to praiſe my God Ev'n to my lateſt breath; Who, when in utmoſt danger left, Reſcu'd my Life from Death. From falling by the wicked's pow'r If God will me defend; My Feet his paths ſhall tread, my Life I'll in his ſervice ſpend.
PSALM LVII. LOrd, ſince I truſt in thee alone, Mercy to me extend; I fly for Shelter to thy wings, Till all my troubles end. To him, whoſe pow'r is over all, In my diſtreſs I'll cry; Since thou haſt ſav'd me heretofore, Thy help will ſtill be nigh. He will employ his heav'nly aids And ſave me by his Pow'r; Put thoſe to ſhame, who would my Life With greedy haſte devour. God's Mercy and his Truth's engag'd For my ſecurity: Tho' rather among cruel Beaſts Than Men, inclos'd I lie. They breath mere flames, their teeth are ſpears Their tongue a ſharpned ſword: Exalt thy ſelf' bove Heav'n and Earth In my Deliv'rance, Lord. When with the Fowlers treach'rous Arts, My ruine was prepar'd; Their Pits occaſion'd their own fall, Their Gins themſelves inſnar'd. My heart, O God, is now prepar'd, And this my Tongue ſhall raiſe; Which with my Harp ſhall early ſing A Conſort to thy Praiſe. The Great Salvation thou haſt; wrought I'll to the World proclaim; The ſcattered Nations ſhall aſſiſt My Songs, to ſpread thy ſame. Thy Mercy reaches to the Heav'ns, Thy Truth unto the Skies; Then let thy Glories, Lord, above Both Earth and Heaven riſe.
PSALM LVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
YE that adminiſter affairs, And Judges in great councils ſit, Do ye juſt Sentences pronounce, And Righteous Men with care acquit? So far from this; when all things ſhould In equal Balances be weigh'd, You practiſe open Violence, By your corrupt affections ſway'd. But 'tis no wonder; ſince you were Deprav'd, almoſt as ſoon as born; A wicked brood; train'd up to lye, To flatter, and all Truth to ſcorn. Your venom'd Tongues ſtrike at my Life; No Serpent deadlier poyſon bears; To all true Information deaf, The Aſp, it's ſaid, thus ſtops her ears. In vain on that which will not hear, Charmers employ their Magick-skill; And all reproofs on you are loſt, Who are unjuſt by Stubborn will. But tho' there's nothing can correct, Yet, Lord, their wickedneſs diſarm; When they like Lions fiercely rage, Leave them no pow'r to do me harm.

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Part II. May all the wicked's power fail, Like haſty ſhow'rs as quickly ſpent; Their Arrows prove like broken reeds, When e'er their Bow's for Miſchief bent. Like Snails ſo let them melt away; Or thoſe untimely births, begun With painful throes the Mothers feel, Which die before they ſee the Sun. You're ready to devour the poor, Like thorns prepar'd to ſeeth a pot; When by a furious Tempeſt rais'd, All's ſwept away, before it's hot. This Righteous Veng'ance ſhall provoke The Joys and Triumphs of the Good, As o'er the ſlain with Victory They paſs, and dip their feet in blood. And all that ſee it will confeſs That God men's actions do's regard; And will not fail, as they deſerve Either to puniſh or reward.
PSALM LIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LOrd, ſave me from mine Enemies, From, thoſe that now againſt me riſe: Workers of Wickedneſs, whoſe rage Blood muſt, and onely mine, aſſwage. Lo! how the mighty Men are met, And with ſtrong Guards my houſe beſet; To take away my Life they wait, Who by no Crime deſerve their hate. Thou ſee'ſt how buſily they run, And, Lord, thou know'ſt I've nothing done; Thou who haſt oft my helper been, Behold what dangers I am in. What's all their force, who thus combine, Lord God of Hoſts, compar'd with thine? Spare not theſe Heathens, who profeſs They're thine, but wickedly tranſgreſs. When I their Malice ſcape by Day, They come at Evening for their prey; Which they like growling Dogs do watch, And hunt the City round to catch. Their Malice burſts out with their words, They talk of naught but death and ſwords; For who, ſay they, minds what we do? Thou Lord; and wilt deride them too. Expos'd to all men's Scorn they'll be, Who ſhall their hopes defeated ſee. Tho' ſtrong they are, on God I'll wait, Who will defend me from their hate.
Part II. My gracious God will now prevent My ruine, upon which they re bent; And, by my ſtrange eſcape, compleat My wiſh, in their as ſtrange defeat.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 I wiſh not they at once were ſlain, This would be ſoon forgot again; If onely ſcatter'd and brought low, Their laſting ſhame thy pow'r would ſhow. Since their audacious Blaſphemies, Their Execrations, Oaths and lyes, Are ſins whereof their Mouths are full; Juſt Vengeance on their heads they'll pull. Thus wandring let them pine and waſte, And periſh in thy wrath at laſt; That there's a God then all will know, Who governs every thing below. Now let them come as heretofore, Watch like a growling Dog my door, Or hunt me round in every ſtreet; A plague like to it let them meet. Forc'd like a Dog that fain would eat, To wander up and down for meat, And paſs whole nights in ſad complaints, That none do's ſatisfie their wants. But whilſt they make a howling noiſe, I'll early raiſe my praiſing voice, Proclaim God's Care and Providence, in ſtraits my refuge and defence. I'll praiſe thee now my danger's o'er, My ſtrength, to whom I pray'd before: Thy Mercy ever ſing and ſhew, To which my Life and Safety's due.
PSALM LX.
IN juſt diſpleaſure for our ſins Deſerted we have lain; Our pow'rs all broken and diſpers'd, Lord, turn to us again. Our Land by ſad Diviſions torn, Do's ſtrange Convulſions feel; The Breaches by our Folly made, Thy hand can onely heal. So heavy have our ſorrows been, And ſuch amazement wrought; As if of deadly wine w'had drank A ſtupifying draught. But God, his promiſe to fulfill, An Enſign do's advance, To which the Righteous may repair, And find deliverance. That thy beloved may obtain A Saviour in their need, In anſwer to my ſervent pray'rs Thy timely ſuccours ſpeed.
Part II. God's ſacred promiſe paſs'd, now makes My hopes depend on thee; The Land that round Samaria lies, Submits it ſelf to me. The reſt of Iſrael's Tribes unite To own my righteous Cauſe; Ephraim's my chiefeſt ſtrength for War, Judah ſupports my Laws. Moab and Edom, as vile ſlaves To ſerve me will be glad; Philiſtia meet her conqu'ring Lord, And to his Triumphs add. Who then will lead me to that Hold On Edom's Frontiers lies, So ſtrongly fenc'd 'gainſt all aſſaults, Which all my force defies? The Lord will do't, who heretofore Refus'd our Arms to bleſs; He'll undertake our conduct now, And crown it with Succeſs. Man's weakneſs helps in vain, may we Thine aids in trouble meet; Our hands ſhall do • reat acts, our foes Lie conquer'd at our feet.
PSALM LXI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] REgard, O Lord, my pray'r and cry: Tho' fore'd to fly in this diſtreſs T' th' utmoſt corner of the Land, Yet thou canſt hear and help no leſs. My heart's with ſorrow overwhelm'd: Be thou to me a ſafe retreat; Where plac'd above my foes and fears I may enjoy a quiet Seat. In all aſſaults thou ſtill haſt been To me a Shelter and ſtrong Tow'r. I ſhall be ſafe where thou doſt dwell, Truſting in thy protecting pow'r. Since thou haſt heard my Vows, and I Thy peoples Heritage poſſeſs: With a long Life and happy Reign, Thy King, I hope, thou ſtill wilt bleſs, May he for ever in thy Love And fear, O Lord, abide; and ſend, That Truth and Goodneſs better far, Than ſtrongeſt Guards may him defend. So will I chearful praiſes ſing, And thy great Name for ever bleſs: And carefully perform thoſe Vows I made to God in my diſtreſs.
PSALM LXII. [As the 25 Pſalm.]
MY Soul doth wait on God, My Rock and my defence: Tho' you diſturb my peace, I'm ſafe Under his Providence. Why ſhould you ſeek your own Deſtruction in my fall? Like a looſe fence you'll tumble down, Or like a bowing wall. They're buſy to ſupply With Lyes, what wants in force To ruine me; they ſpeak me fair, Whom inwardly they curſe. Thy Duty, O my Soul, Do not to God neglect: Wait on him ſtill, from whom alone Deliv'rance I expect. He onely is my Rock And my Salvation; He's my defence; it's not their pow'r, Can thruſt me from my throne. Safety and Honour both On God alone depend; He, like a Rock or Fort, ſhall me 'Gainſt all my Foes defend.
Part II. Ye people truſt in God, When e'er you are afraid; He'll be your refuge in diſtreſs, When you implore his aid. The Men of Low degree Are vain; great men a Lye: Both in the Balance laid appear Lighter than Vanity. Wealth makes not happy Men, 'Tis vain in this to truſt: Then ſeek not to inrich your ſelves By ways that are unjuſt. It Riches ſhould abound, By Heaven's Bleſſing ſent, Take heed they do not gain your hearts, Nor make you inſolent. That all may know from whence Their help they ſhould derive; Thou, Lord, haſt oft declar'd, that pow'r Is thy prerogative. That Mercy flows no leſs Abundantly from thee; So that according to Men's works, Their due reward ſhall be.
PSALM LXIII. EArly, O Lord, my fainting Soul Thy Mercy do's implore; No Traveller in deſart Lands Can thirſt for water more. I long t' appear as I was wont, Within thy Holy place; Thy Pow'r and Glory to behold, And to obtain thy Grace. For Life itſelf, without thy Love, No reliſh do's afford; No other joys can equal this, To ſerve and praiſe the Lord. I'll therefore make my pray'rs to him, And praiſe him whilſt I live: This, like the choiceſt dainties, will Both food and pleaſure give. When others ſleep, my wakeful thoughts Preſent thee to my mind; And in the Night I think, how good My God has been and kind. Since thou alone haſt been my help, To thee alone I fly; And on thy watchful Providence With chearfulneſs rely. In all my ſtraits I run to thee With Speed, and Safety gain; When I keep cloſe to God, his Care And Pow'r will me ſuſtain. But they ſhall loſe their own, who ſeek My Life to take away: And their ſlain carkaſes become Food for the Beaſts of Prey. The King ſhall joy in God, and all That ſwear by his great Name Shall glory; when, perfidious Men Shall ſilenc'd be with Shame.
PSALM LXIV. LOrd hear me, and from wicked Foes, Be thou my Life's defence: Protect me from their ſecret plots, And open Violence. Whoſe Malice whets their tongues, to wound Deeper than ſharpeſt Swords; Who inſtead of poyſon'd arrows, uſe Cruel and ſlanderous words. A ſecret miſchief they intend Againſt the innocent; Which fear of God will not reſtrain, Nor yet Man's Care prevent. Confirm'd in Malice, and combin'd In ſecret Leagues, they hide Such undiſcerned Snares, they think By none can be deſcry'd. Nothing that Diligence can work, Or wicked Skill find out, They unattempted leave, to bring Their Villainies about. But all in vain: for that juſt God Whoſe vengeance they provoke, Shall ruine all their plots, and wound Them by a ſudden Stroak. Their wicked counſels and falſe tongues Shall on themſelves return: And left by all, o'er their loſt hopes They ſhall unpitied mourn. All that behold this work, poſſeſs'd With awful fear, ſhall own, It was an hand Divine, not chance Threw theſe proud ſinners down. The Juſt will truſt in God the more, And loudly tell their joys: Who makes them gloriouſly triumph O'er wicked Craft and Lyes.
PSALM LXV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
PRaiſes in Sion wait for thee, And there the Vow perform'd ſhall be: To thee, O God, that heareſt Pray'r, All Fleſh ſhall chearfully repair. Our ſins may juſtly put a Stop To all that good from thee we hope; Thy Mercy do's thoſe fears allay, For this will purge our ſins away. O happy they! that may draw near To thee, and in thy Courts appear; For theſe ſhall all refreſhments have Thy Houſe can give, or they can crave. By thine amazing wonders thou Thy Kindneſs to the Good doſt ſhow; The Ends of th' Earth in thee conſide, And th' Iſles that in the Sea reſide. Mountains, that ſeem to touch the Sky, 'Gain from thy ſtrength Stability: The roaring Seas God do's aſſwage, And ſtills the peoples madder rage.
Part II. O'er all the Earth the Nations ſpread, Thy works of Pow'r and Anger dread; And all adore thy Goodneſs great, Where e'er the Sun do's riſe or ſet. Thy Care prevents a threatning dearth Thou viſiteſt the thirſty Earth: Show'rs to enrich her barren womb, From thy full Springs above do come. Thy Bounty do's that food provide, By which our needs are all ſupply'd. The hardned ridges of the field, Wat'red with Show'rs are ſoft and yield. Its Seed, by clods thus gently preſs'd, Springs up, and by'after rains is bleſs'd. The fruitful Year rich bleſſings crown, And Plenty from the Clouds drops down. The Wilderneſs refreſht with rain, Tho' parch'd before, now ſprings again: The Little Hills new Garments wear, And in their youthful Green appear. Flocks are the cloathing of the Plain, The Vales are cover'd o'er with grain: All Nature ſeems to ſhout and ſing, To welcome in the hopeful Spring.
PSALM LXV. [Another Metre.]
PRaiſes in Sion wait for thee, The Vow there paid ſhall be: To thee, O God, that heareſt pray'r, All gladly ſhall repair. Our ſins may juſtly put a ſtop T' all good from thee we hope; Thy Mercy will thoſe fears allay, And purge our ſins away. O happy they that may draw near, And in God's Courts appear; Refreſhments in thy Houſe they'll have Of what their Souls can crave.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 By thine amazing wonders, thou Kindneſs to us doſt ſhow: In thee the Ends of th' Earth confide, Iſles that i'th' Sea reſide. The tow'ring Mountains, by thy hand Fixt and unmoved ſtand. The roaring Seas God do's aſſwage, And People's madder rage.
Part II. Thy pow'rful Works, the Nations ſpread So widely, ſee and dread: All where the Sun do's riſe or ſet, Adore thy Goodneſs great. Thy Care prevents a threatning Dearth, Thou viſiteſt the Earth: Show'rs from above, t'enrich her womb, Like flowing rivers come. By food thy Bounty do's provide, Our needs are all ſupply'd. The hardned ridges of the field Soft'ned by ſhowers yield. Its ſeed, by clods thus gently preſs'd Springs up, by freſh rain bleſs'd. The fruitful year rich bleſſings crown Which fatning Show'rs drop down. The wilderneſs refreſht with rain, Tho' parch'd, now Springs again. The little Hills new garments wear, In youthful green appear. Flocks are the cloathing of the plain, The Vales ſpread o'er with grain. All Nature ſeems to ſhout, and ſing Welcome t' a hopeful ſpring.
PSALM LXVI.
LET all the Earth with joy reſound, To God their Voices raiſe: Extol him in their Songs, and make Him Glorious by their Praiſe. Proclaim his mighty works, in which Such terrour do's appear; As makes his Foes to crouch, and feign Obedience thro' their fear. Ev'n all the Earth ſhall worſhip thee, And ſing unto thy Name: Who ſee the wonders thou haſt done To raiſe and ſpread thy Fame. He turn'd the Sea into dry Land; The ſwelling Flood made way For Iſrael to paſs: Who there His Glories did diſplay. He views the Nations, and his Rule Do's o'er the World extend; Then let not men rebel, for pride Will in their ruine end. Let all the people bleſs the Lord, And loudly ſing thy Praiſe; Thou great Preſerver of our Lives, And Guide of all our ways.
Part II. Through ſevere tryals we have paſs'd, In grievous ſtraits diſtreſs'd: Like Beaſts of burden have been us'd, With heavy loads oppreſs'd. Inſolent Tyrants, as vile Slaves Have trod us under feet: But through all dangers we are brought, Where Eaſe and Plenty meet. I'll go into thine houſe, O Lord, And thankful Offerings lay Before thine Altar, and the Vows I made in trouble pay. To honour him from whom all good Do's come, I'll ſpare no coſt; I'll offer what he do's require, And what will pleaſe him moſt. Ye that are pious come and hear What God for me has done; His Mercies ſhew'd to me, will be For your Inſtruction. When I with grief oppreſt, to him My fervent cries did raiſe; He heard me graciouſly, and turn'd My ſighing into praiſe. God will not favour me, if I Iniquity regard: But he inclin'd his Ear to me, And my Petitions heard. O let the Glorious Name of God Be ever magnifie'd; Who neither did reject my Pray'r, Nor his own Grace deny'd.
PSALM LXVII. [As the 25 Pſalm.] SHew Mercy to us, Lord, Bleſs us with gifts divine; O let the Glories of thy Face, On us thy Servants ſhine. May thy hid ways be known, Thy Fear on Earth abound; And thy Salvation over all The Heathen World reſound. Let all in Pſalms of Praiſe Their grateful thoughts expreſs; Let all the people round the World Thy mighty Name confeſs. The Nations now may ſing Their Joys, ſince God do's reign: He rules with Wiſdom, this great Judge Will Righteouſneſs maintain. Let all in Pſalms of Praiſe Their grateful thoughts expreſs; Let all the people round the World Thy mighty Name confeſs. Then ſhall th' enriched Earth With Plenty overflow; And God on all his other Gifts, His Bleſſing will beſtow. His Bleſſings ſhowr'd on us, Our happy Days ſhall crown: His Pow'r and Goodneſs all the World With humble Fear ſhall own.
PSALM LXVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LET the great God ariſe, and then His ſcattered foes will flee for fear; Vaniſh like ſmoke, and melt like wax Before the Fire, when he draws near. But let the juſt rejoice, and praiſe His Name, to which all Pow'r belongs; He rides on High above the Clouds, Let him be rais'd too in your Songs. He pities Orphans, Widows wrongs He rights, bring chained Pris'ners out; He for the deſolate provides, But plagues the RebelsLand with drought. Lord, when thou brought'ſt thy people forth From Egypt with a Mighty hand; And led'ſt them thro' the Wilderneſs, To bring them to the Promis'd Land: The Heav'ns before thy Lightnings dropt, The Earth did with thy Thunder quake; Mount Sinai, when the Lord came down Did from its firm Foundation ſhake. In that dry Wilderneſs thou ſent'ſt A plenteous rain, at their complaint; Ev'n Bread was rained down from Heav'n, For their Refreſhment who were faint. Thy numerous people with their flocks, Found a convenient dwelling there; And by thy bounty, Lord, the poor With all things needful furniſh'd were.
Part II. When God had giv'n them Victories, A female Army ('twas their uſe) Met the returning Conquerours, And in their Songs thus told the News: "All the great Captains of their Hoſts, "Have left the field with haſty flight; "And left rich ſpoils, all ſhar'd by us "Women, who were too weak to fight. "Tho' you in Egypt's ſervile works, "Sull'ied among the Pots have lien; "Your Armies Wings, like thoſe of Doves, "Victorious now, ſhall brightly ſhine. And ſo it was; for when the Kings On this Side Jordan conquer'd were, They as illuſtrious as the Snows On Salmon's Hill, did then appear. And when on th' other Side, the Lord Your Conqueſts alſo did advance; Th' high Hill of Baſan then became; A part of God's Inheritance.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 But be not proud, ye lofty Hills, As if God meant with you t'abide; Sion's the Hill which he hath choſe Therein for ever to reſide. Thouſands of Angels there attend, And God is where that Hoſt appears: Sinai had once his preſence, now To Sion th' Honour he transferrs.
Part III. Like a great Conquerour, our God. Aſcended is above the Skies; And after him in triumph draws As Spoils, his captiv'd Enemies. He ſcattered his various Gifts Around, to make his Bounty known; Ev'n Rebels had a ſhare, 'mongſt whom He dwells, and they his kindneſs own. God that heaps daily benefits On us, ſhall have our praiſing Songs: He is our Saviour, to whom The Pow'r of Life and Death belongs. In his juſt Vengeance he ſhall wound The Heads of all that him reſiſt; On whom no Methods of his Love Prevail, who ſtill in ſin perſiſt. God is reſolv'd the Victories Of former Ages he'll renew; As great as thoſe in Baſhan's Land, And the Red Sea, his People knew. Thine Arms ſhall ſo victorious be, And ſuch a Slaughter ſhall be made, That in thine Enemies blood, the Dogs Their tongues may dip, and thou mayſt wade. All know the Pomp with which God made His entrance to the Holy place: Singers and Players, Virgins too With Timbrels the proceſſion grace. Who as they went along, all join'd Their Voices, and this Song they ſung, "In your aſſemblies bleſs the Lord, "All ye that are from Jacob ſprung. The Tribes all, with their Princes, came; Judah and Benjamin lay near; But the remote too, Zobulun And Nephthali, attended there.
Part IV. This Union which thy God has made, O Iſraol, has made thee ſtrong: Confirm it, Lord, and what's begun So happily, continue long. Such Bleſſings on Jeruſalem Shall from thy Temple there come down, That, by rich Preſents thither brought, Kings ſhall themſelves thy ſubjects own. Check that fierce Prince, like a wild beaſt With rage to War againſt us bent; With Captains furious as Bulls, Souldiers as Heifers inſolent. Prancing in Silver-plated Arms, He unprovok'd comes out to fight: Scatter his Forces and deſtroy All that in War and blood delight. Egypt, to make a league with thee, Princely Embaſſadors ſhall ſend, And Aethiopia to God Her hands in gifts and pray'rs extend. Praiſe him, ye Kingdoms of the Earth; Who governs all the Heav'nly Spheres: From thence he thunders with his Voice, Which every Creature dreads that hears. Give him the Glory of his Pow'r, Illuſtriouſly to Iſrael ſhown: Its wonders in the Heav'ns appear, And thence by all the World is known. They that behold his Majeſty In Holy Places, are amaz'd: 'Tis God who giveth ſtrength and pow'r Unto his Saints; his Name be prais'd.
PSALM LXIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
SAve me, O God, or elſe I'm drown'd; Plung'd in deep mire, I find no ground: Into deep Waters I am led, Whoſe ſwelling waves o'erflow my head. So long for help to thee I cry, I ſcarce can ſpeak, my throat's ſo dry: Mine Eyes, with looking long in vain, I ſcarce can lift to Heav'n for pain. My Foes are numberleſs and ſtrong, Who' unjuſtly to deſtroy me long: Tho', of all quarrels to be rid, I've paid for wrongs I never did. God knows, who all my faults do's ſpy, I never did them Injury. Let none truſt leſs in God, nor ſhun Well doing, ſeeing me undone. For 'tis for thy ſake I have born Reproach, and ſuffer'd ſo much ſcorn: Deſerted by Familiars been, Not own'd by thoſe of neareſt kin. Zeal for the Honour of thy Name And Houſe, conſumes me like a Flame: All the reproaches thrown at thee, I felt as if they'd aim'd at me. If faſting I bewail their ſpite, They call me a leud Hypocrite: If I wear Sackcloth when I'm ſad, I'm look'd on as a Fool or Mad. When the grave Judges do me wrong, No wonder I'm the Drunkard's Song I'll onely pray, that this may be Thy time, O Lord, to favour me.
Part II. Hear me, and now in my diſtreſs Thy promis'd Goodneſs, Lord, expreſs, Reſcue me from that dangerous State I'm brought into by cruel hate. I'm loſt amidſt theſe Floods of woe, If I ſtill ſink, and they o'erflow: This heap of Waves, unleſs thou ſave, Will riſe ſo high, they'll be my Grave. Lord, let my pray'r be heard above, Whoſe onely comfort is thy Love; As thou to pity art inclin'd, Let me thy tend'reſt Mercies find. Diſown me not; who am not leſs Thy Servant, 'cauſe in ſuch diſtreſs: But as my troubles greater are, Require thy ſpeedier help and Care. Thy Pow'r to ſave me interpoſe, Whoſe Life is ſtruck at by my foes: Who, when I'm ruin'd, will aloud Proclaim their joys, and grow more proud, Thou know'ſt with what diſhonour us'd, With what reproaches I'm abus'd; Both who are my ſworn Enemies, And what they plot, before thee lies. To have no guilt, and thus to ſmart Under reproaches, breaks my heart: I find no Partner in my grief, As far from pity as relief. They bitterly my ſorrows treat, And give me Gall, inſtead of meat: And when to quench my thirſt I think, They give me Vinegar to drink.
Part III. Like vengeance, Lord, for them prepare, And let their Table be their Snare: Their proſp'rous State without miſhap, Be for their ruine a ſure Trap. Let darkneſs ſeize their Eyes, and make Their Loins continually to ſhake: Let thy ſevereſt vengeance haſte To overtake and hold them faſt. They and their Race be ſo deſtroyed, Their houſes may be waſte and void. For whom God wounds, him they purſue His grief whom he afflicts, renew. Let ſuch more wicked daily grow, And then no Mercy to them ſhow: Cut off, may they no bleffings ſhare Which to the Righteous promis'd are But, Lord, tho' I dejected lie, Save me, and fet me up on high. My Songs of Praiſe ſhall then declare, Thy Grace and Pow'r how great they are, The Lord will more this Sacrifice Than faireſt Ox or Bullock prize: And every pious heart that's ſad, This will revive and make it glad. He his poor ſervants hears and ſaves, Whom men ill treat, and uſe as ſlaves. Let all the World his Goodneſs raiſe, Since one tongue's not enough for praiſe. For God will Sion ſave, and build Cities with Judah's people fill'd: Their Race that ſerve and love him well, Shall there reſide and ſafely dwell.
PSALM LXX. [As the 25 Pſalm.] BEhold my troubles, Lord, How they with haſte advance; O do not ſtay, but come as faſt To my Deliverance. Let thoſe that ſeek my Life Their own Confuſion meet: When they attempt my hurt, with ſhame Be forced to retreat. Let ſuch as make my griefs Their Sport unpitied be; Thoſe that deride my truſt in God, Reward with Infamy. But where true worſhippers Do ſeek their God to pleaſe, Thy favour towards them expreſs, And make their joys t' increaſe Let thoſe that hope in thee, And thy Salvation love, Ever have cauſe and hearts to ſay, Praiſed be God above. Look on my State oppreſt, With Miſery and Grief; Thou art my Saviour and my help, Lord, ſend me quick relief.
PSALM LXXI. [As the 25 Pſalm.]
MY Soul on God relies, Let none diſgrace my truſt: Lord, hear and ſave me when I call, As thou art good and juſt. Be thou my ſure defence, Whereto I may reſort; Make good thy gracious promiſe, Lord, Be thou my Rock and Fort. Save me from cruel Men, And thoſe that are unjuſt; Thou, Lord, alone haſt been my hope, And from my Youth, my truſt. Thou took'ſt me from the Womb, When my firſt breath I drew; Thou haſt ſuſtain'd me ever ſince, All praiſe to thee is due. Many with wonder gaze On me, as one forlorn; But by my praiſes and thine aid, I ſhall confute their Scorn. Lord, when my ſtrength decays, And when my years decline, Do not forſake or caſt me off, But own me ſtill for thine. Thoſe that to ruine me Conſpire, theſe counſels pleaſe. "Whom God has left, we will purſue, "Take and deſtroy with eaſe. Let their preſumption, Lord, Incline thee to draw near, And make thine aids with greater ſpeed For my relief appear. Lord, diſſipate the force Of my confounded foes; And diſappointed of their hopes To open ſhame expoſe.
Part II. In God I'll place my hopes, Him with more praiſes crown: His Truth and Mercies I'll proclaim, Whoſe meaſures are unknown. To no Supports I'll fly, But to the ſtrength divine; No other Goodneſs ſhall be nam'd Or Faithfulneſs but thine. Theſe from my Youth I've learn'd; And hitherto declar'd Thy wond'rous works: forſake me not When I become grey-hair'd. Till I have further ſhown Thy Pow'r, and taught thy fear Both to the preſent Age, and thoſe That after ſhall appear. Thy Goodneſs, Lord, is great, Thy Works illuſtrious are; All thy Perfections have no Bounds, None can with thee compare. Thou ſhalt again revive My Soul, with grief depreſt; Thou, Lord, wilt raiſe my low Eſtate, Comfort and give me reſt. Then to proclaim thy Truth I'll all my Powers raiſe; And to improve my Songs, will add Sweet Inſtruments of praiſe. My chearful tongue and lips, Shall loudly bear a part In praiſing thee, when tun'd and rais'd, By a moſt thankful heart. This ſhall be my great work, To celebrate thy Fame; Who haſt redeemed me, and brought Mine Enemies to ſhame.
PSALM LXXII [As the 100 Pſalm.]
Lord may the king with mighty skill And Grace to judge aright be bleſs'd: Then equal Juſtice ſhall have place, And the poor injur'd be redreſs'd. Then ſhall the happy people, peace And undiſturbed quiet gain; When Rulers high and low, their rights And their juſt Liberties maintain. He the beſt uſe of pow'r ſhall learn, To cruſh the proud oppreſſors might; And ſave the helpleſs poor from thoſe Who in their Miſeries delight. Thy never-ceaſing righteous Rule, Thy laſting Honour ſhall procure; And all ſhall thee obſerve and fear, As long as Sun and Moon endure. By his mild Government, on all Such welcome bleſſigs ſhall come down, As ſhow'rs on thirſty ground diſtill, Or gentle rains on graſs new-mown. The righteous in his days ſhall thrive: The Moon it ſelf ſhall ſooner ceaſe To fill and wain, than his juſt reign Fail to be bleſt with laſting peace.
Part II. His Empire ſhall not be confin'd Within Judaea's bounds, but ſtretch It ſelf from Sea to Sea, as far As th' Earths Inhabitants do reach. Dwellers in loanſome deſarts, ſhall To own and do him homage meet; His Enemies ſhall lick the Duſt, By low proſtrations at his feet. The Kings of Tharſis and the Iſles Tho' diſtant far, ſhall preſents bring; Princes from happy Arabs Land, With Gifts ſhall honour this great King. Yea by all Kings of th' Earth, ſhall he With Low Submiſſions be ador'd; All Nations Tributaries be, And ſerve him as their Sov'reign Lord. Mercy ſhall gain him this regard, As a known Patron of the poor; Who ſaves them, when they cry in vain To other helps, and his implore. Hell ſpare them, and their caſe forlorn Will pity; and when ſubtle ſpite Or violence their ruine ſeeks, Dear ſhall their blood be in his Sight.
Part III. His Reign ſhall long and proſp'rous be; The Eaſt rich Off rings ſhall preſent; All men ſhall pray for his long Life, And praiſe his Righteous Government. Plenty ſhall every where abound, The Corn on barren Mountains ſown, Shall Spring ſo thick, the fruit ſhall ſhake And make a noiſe like Lebanon. The Earth thus bleſt, the people too Shall fruitful be and flouriſhing; The Cities Numbers ſhall increaſe Like Graſs or Flowers in the Spring. Whilſt the Sun's brightneſs laſts, his fame In all ſucceſſion ſhall ſurvive; All Nations ſhall him bleſſed call, And Bleſſings all from him derive. Bleſs'd be the Sov'reign Lord, the God Of Iſrael, whoſe ſtupendious Acts Of Pow'r our wonder, and whoſe Grace Our Love and Gratitude attracts. Oh, may the Glorious Name of God For ever be advanced then; His Glories fill the Earth, and all Join in his Praiſe, and ſay Amen.
PSALM LXXIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
CErtain it is, that God is kind, To thoſe that are ſincerely good: But yet my Faith was at a loſs, My feet did ſtagger where I ſtood. I ſaw the wicked's proſperous ſtate, My envy at thoſe Fools did riſe: That when a healthful Age was paſt, A quiet Death ſhould cloſe their Eyes. Exempt from Plagues and Miſeries That others ſeek t' eſcape in vain; They're cover'd o'er with Violence, And pride ſurrounds them like a chain. Pamper'd with Eaſe and Luxury, Their Body thrives, looks freſh and fair; Their Wealth rolls in with a full tide, Beyond their hopes, without their Care. Such is their lofty pride, t' oppreſs They make no Scruple, feel no ſhame: Dare Heav'n it ſelf with blaſphemies, And freely blaſt the good Man's Name. This gives diſturbance to his mind, And Paſſion makes his tears to flow; Doubts riſe within him, whether God Diſcerns or minds things done below. Th' ungodly are the proſp'rous men, Thrive in the World, and riches gain: I've waſh'd mine hands in Innocence, And cleans'd my heart, ſays he, in vain. For every Morn renews my Plagues, And I whole Days in Sorrow ſpend: But ſtay: thus ſpeaking I againſt The Faith of all good Men offend.
Part II. I oft conſider'd with my ſelf Th' unequal ways of Providence; I found them hard to be reſolv'd, And doubts long kept me in ſuſpence. At God's Houſe I at laſt enquir'd, And there did my miſtakesamend: Before I onely view'd their way, But now I underſtood their end. I ſaw the ſlippery precipice, On which their tottering feet were plac'd: And with what terrours they were ſeiz'd, When down to ſudden ruine caſt. Their Happineſs was like a dream, Which waking quickly vaniſhes: Lord! what a ſtupid Beaſt was I, To vex my ſelf at their Succeſs. For all this while I was thy care, By thee ſuſtain'd, tho ſuffering; Thy Counſels here ſhall guide me ſtill, And afterward to Glory bring. Lord, there is none in Heav'n or Earth, On whom I can rely like thee; For when my heart and hopes here fail, My Stay and Portion thou wilt be. But thoſe that are from God eſtrang'd, Or unto hateful Idols bow, Shall furely their own ruine meet, And a deſerved Overthrow. God is my chiefeſt Good; 'tis beſt To keep me to my God moſt nigh: Then I his Mercy and his Truth Shall praiſe, when I on him rely.
PSALM LXXIII. [Another Metre.]
IT's ſure, that God is kind to thoſe That are ſincerely good: But yet my Faith was at a loſs, I ſtaggered where I ſtood. Viewing bad men, tho' fooliſh, here To proſper, envy roſe; To ſee an eaſy Death, an Age Of health and vigour, cloſe. From troubles freed, that other men Strive to eſcape in vain; They boaſt in violence, and pride Surrounds them like a chain. Pamper'd with Luxury and Eaſe, Their looks are fat and fair: Their wealth flows in beyond their hopes, And oft without their Care. T' oppreſe the weak, their lofty pride No ſcruple feels, nor ſhame. They dare Heav'n to blaſpheme, and blaſt Freely the Good man's Name. This gives diſturbance to his thoughts, And makes his tears to flow: And now he doubts, whether God knows Or minds what's done below. Th' ungodly are the proſp'rous men, Grow rich and thrive amain. I've waſh'd my hands in Innocence, And cleans'd my heart in vain. For every Morn my plague's renew'd, In grief whole days I ſpend. But ſtay: ſuch words againſt the Faith Of all good men offend.
Part II. I oft debated with my ſelf God's ways of Providence: I found the ſearch too hard, and doubts Long kept me in ſuſpence. Till coming to God's Houſe, I there Did my Miſtakes amend: Before I view'd their way, but now I underſtood their end: I ſaw the ſlippery precipice, On which their feet were plac'd: And with what terrours ſeiz'd, when down To ſudden ruine caſt. Their happineſs was like a dream Which waking vaniſhes. Lord! what a Beaſt was I, to vex My ſelf at their Succeſs. For ſtill I was thy care, by thee Suſtain'd, tho' ſuffering. Thy Counſels they ſhall guide me here, And hence to Glory bring. There's none in Heav'n or Earth, on whom I can rely, like thee. When my' heart and hopes here fail, my ſtay And Portion thou wilt be. But thoſe that are from Godeſtrang'd, Or unto Idols bow; Shall meet thy fierce diſpleaſure here, And utter overthrow. God is my chiefeſt good: it's beſt To keep to him moſt: nigh: His Truth and Mercy I ſhall praiſe, When I on him rely.
PSALM LXXIV [As the 100 Pſalm.]
WIll God for ever caſt of thoſe Whom for his own, we know, he For ever ſhall his Anger ſmoak Againſt his once beloved Flock? Let not thy purchaſe, Lord, thy Lot So dearly bought, be quite forgot: But thy old dwelling call to mind, Sion, to which thou haſt been kind. Viſit with Speed, and view with pity The laſting ruines of our City; Or in thy Holy Houſe alone, What miſchief th' Enemy has done. Where we were wont thy Name t' adore, With rage they impiouſly roar: Their Banners there ſet up we ſee, In Token of their Viotory. As men in lopping off thick boughs, So here they; freely deal their blows. Carv'd work, in which ſuch skill wasſhown, An Axe's ſtroak at once hews down. The Houſe, by being God's, that claims To be untouch'd they turn to flames; And level with the Ground thus lain, Is made by wicked hands profane. They have deſign'd, ſuch is their ſpight, To root out our Religion quite: Our Synagogues for this imploy'd, Not one is left, but all deſtroy'd. And, as if God had left us, we No tokens of his Preſence ſee; No Prophet now to us do's ſend, To tell us when our woes ſhall end.
Part II. How long, Lord, wilt thou bear with thoſe, Who Truſt in thee to Scorn expoſe? And hear'ſt what blaſphemies they ſpeak, That thou to ſave us art too weak. Why, Lord, doſt thou that hand withdraw, That kept thine Enemies in awe? Exert thy pow'r, and all will ſee Their Folly, who contend with thee. We thy Protection ſeem to claim, Of old our King, and ſtill the ſame. What ſtrange Salvation in times paſt Has this Land ſeen, that now lies waſte? The parted Sea retir'd in haſte, Ope'ning a way thro' which we paſs'd. On its return th' Egyptian hoſt, Stern as Sea-Monſters, all were loſt. Phar'oh and all his Captains drown'd And ſpewed out, no grave they found, But in the Bellies of wild Beaſts, And Fowls, which on them made their feaſts. From an hard Rock, cleft by a Rod, Streams flow'd, and ſhew'd the pow'r of God: Again, a flowing Stream do's ſtop, And a great River's dried up.
Part III. The Reg'ular changes that we ſee Of Day and Night, were made by thee: The proper Light that either needs, From Sun and Moon by turns proceeds. Th' Earth's Limits and its various Climes, Diff'rence of Seaſons And of times; The Summer's heat, and Winter's cold. That fruitful, this decay'd and old: Theſe Changes wiſely order'd were, So 'are thoſe in our Condition here. But Fools ſtill proſp'rous grow ſo proud, They now blaſpheme thy Name aloud. Oh may thy Church, thy Turtle-Dove, Mournful yet chaſt, thy pity move: To Birds of prey expoſe her not, Tho' poor, too dear to be forgot. Thy Cove'nant made to us reſpect, Can'aan to give and to protect. Now all its dwellings doleful lie, With rapine fill'd and cruelty. O let not the oppreſs'd complain, Their pray'rs and truſt in God are vain; T'a good eſtate the helpleſs poor, That they may praiſe thy Name, reſtore, Delay not, Lord, much leſs decline To plead our cauſe, ſince ours is thine; For theſe Fools Scoffs at our diſtreſs, Reproach thy Providence no leſs. Forget not then th' inſulting cries And Tumult of thine Enemies; Whoſe Pride, if it unpuniſh'd go, Their inſolence will higher grow.
PSALM LXXV. WE'll never ceaſe to thank our God For his preſerving Care: For that thy pow'rful help is near, Thy wondrous works declare. What good men long ſo much to ſee, When ſettled in my throne, Diſorders then ſhall be reform'd, And equal Juſtice done. The Lands Confuſions had diſſolv'd The people's Hearts with fear; The Pillars of the Government By me ſupported were. The Fools I caution'd not to be So madly inſolent; Nor ſtifly proud, as if t' outbrave Ev'n Heav'n it ſelf they meant. Promotion comes not from this Coaſt, Nor that, by lucky chance: God the great Sov'reign puts one down Another to advance. He deals out plagues to men; his hand Pours out a dreadful Cup, Full of ſtrange mixture, and with ſad Ingredients made up. Some bitter drops the good may taſt, But God reſerved hath For wicked men the bottom dregs, And larger draughts of wrath. But I will celebrate and ſing For ever, Lord, thy praiſe: And more cut off the wicked's pow'r, And that of good men raiſe.
PSALM LXXVI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] NOne knows like Judah God ſo well, Nor his Renown, like Iſrael. Jeruſalem's his place of reſt, And Sion's with his Preſence bleſt.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 There lay the Arrows broke, the ſhield The Sword, and Arm that did it wield. Thou, for the Slaughters of that day, Art more renown'd than Hills of prey. They that with courage us'd t' invade, Themſelves a prey to us are made. Seiz'd with death's ſleep, which none withſtands Their mighty men could find no hands, Chariots and Horſe their ruine prov'd, Both at thy check remain'd unmov'd. When God is wroth, men think in vain Courage or Conqueſts to maintain. When he from Heav'n his Sentence paſs'd, And roſe to ſave the meek in haſte; Th' approach our foes with terrour fill'd, And all their rage becalm'd and ſtill'd. Thus man's outrageous wrath and ſpite, Raiſes God's praiſe t' a greater height; All whoſe remains not yet expreſs'd Shall at his pleaſure be ſuppreſs'd. Vow then to God, as well as pray, And what you vow with conſcience pay: Let all around their preſents bring T' expreſs their fear of this great King. Men's height no privilege can plead, He'll humble them, or ſtrike them dead: Monarchs that to the world give Law, Before him ſtand with trembling awe.
PSALM LXXVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
IN my diſtreſs, my pray'rs and cries To God that heard me I renew'd: And in the Night, when others reſt; With hands ſpread out to him I ſu'd. All comfort I refus'd, my thoughts Of God (how kind h' had been before, And what our Miſeries now were) Diſturb'd and overwhelm'd me more. Mine Eyes to ſleep I could not cloſe, Tho' grief had lock'd my Lips up faſt: All I could do, was to recount Thy wonders wrought in Ages paſt. I call'd to mind the Songs of Praiſe I made, from former dangers free'd; Debated with my ſelf how well God's paſt and preſent ways agre'ed. Will God, ſaid I, quite call us off? Nor follow us with one kind thought? Are all his Springs of Goodneſs dry? And muſt his promiſe ſtand for nought? Has Mercy lain ſo long difus'd, That God to ſhew it has forgot? Or's ſo provok'd, our Miſeries To look on, but regard them not? This pain'd me ſore; that ſuch a change In God's Proceedings did appear; That th' hand which formerly did ſave, Its ſtroaks ſhould now be ſo ſevere. But I'm reſolv'd God's former works And wonders I will think upon: Repeat no longer my Complaints, But talk of all that thou haſt done.
Part II. The Methods of thy Providence Perfectly juſt and holy are, Tho' far above our reach; whoſe pow'r And Greatneſs are beyond compare. The wonders thou haſt done, thy Name Above all other God's have rais'd; The World has ſeen thy pow'r, ſo far Exceeding theirs, and been amaz'd. Thy Care, ſo wond'rouſty preſerv'd, Jacob and Joſeph ſaw: their ſeed Beheld th' effects of thy ſtrong Arm, When from th' Egyptian bondage freed, The Sea down to its bottom felt. Th' approach of God, and frighted was; Fled in ſuch haſte, the depths were left A way, through which on Foot to paſs. A Storm of rain and thunder fill'd The air with noiſe, thy foes with fears; Strange Hail, like pointed Stones, came down, And clatt'ring flew about their ears. God's thundring Voice was heard above, The Lightnings in their faces flaſh'd; And whilſt the Earth trembled and ſhook, Th' amaz'd People ſtood abaſh'd. Thou through the Seas deep waters mad'ſt A path, which none before had trod; And none, with all their utmoſt skill, Can trace the Footſteps of our God. Moſes and Aaron led thy Flock With tender care and gentle hand; And fed them in the deſart, till They came unto the promis'd Land.
PSALM LXXVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
MY People, to my words give ear; They are not vulgar things you'll hear; But Paſſages of old remark, Paſſing all skill in riddles dark. To us, things by our Fathers known, Have ſurely been conveyed down; We to conceal them think not fit, But t' after Ages will tranſmit. That they may learn God's pow'r to praiſe For wond'rous works of former days. This, God who gave our Law, enjoin'd We ſhould acquaint the Race behind; And they the next, that they might ſet Their Hope on God, and not forget His Works, which pow'rful Motives are T' obſerve his precepts with due care. And warnings too not to rebel, For which their ſtubborn Fathers fell: Whoſe Hearts were not prepar'd t' obey, Or if inclin'd, ſoon fell away. The Ephraimites well arm'd with bows, Like Cowards fled before their foes; God left them, when they did forſake His Guidance, and his Covenant brake. His wonders they forgat too ſoon, The works they knew his hand had done: Th' amazing things that wrought had been In Egypt, by their Fathers ſeen. By him the Sea divided was, And through it on dry ground they paſs; The fluid Waters ſwell and ſtand Like a firm wall on either hand.
Part II. He led them by a glorious Cloud; Both night and day their way it ſhow'd. Rocks in the wilderneſs he clave, And thirſted drink in Plenty gave. Streams from the Rock, like rivers ſent, After them in their Travels went. All Nature chang'd, but theirs, has been, Which durſt ev'n in that deſart ſin. With what God ſent not ſatisfied, By a new proof his Pow'r they try'd; Meat now, not for their want, they crave, But ſuch as wanton Luſt would have. Diſtruſt they openly declare, Both of God's Pow'r and of his Care; "In ſuch a deſart what loud call "Can bring in food to feaſt us all? "Streams from the Rock guſh'd out good ſtore "Which lodg'd perhaps within before; "But can he Bread enough beſtow "Here, where no corn did ever grow? "Can Fleſh be had for all to eat? "Their hunger had not need be great. This Language did inflame God's wrath, Shewing diſtruſt and want of Faith. And yet their Faith lack'd no ſupport, Whoſe food was of a wond'rous ſort: He made the Clouds his Granary, Well fill'd with Stores for their ſupply. Theſe doors above when opened wide, Manna ſhowr'd down on every ſide: Heav'ns Corn was Diet ready dreſt, And Men with Angels food did feaſt.
Part III. Well fed they were; yet God ſtill more Sham'd their diſtruſt, and ſhow'd his pow'r. He brought, by proper winds that blew, A Cloud of Quails which thither flew. This fleſh to ſatisfie their Luſt, Rain'd on their Camp as thick as Duſt; And round their Tents the heaped ſtore, Lay pil'd like Sand on the Sea-ſhore. Cramm'd with this dainty fare, not cloy'd, Their Longings they a while enjoy'd: But theſe ſweet morſels while they chew, God's wrath the chiefeſt of them ſlew. Nor this, nor wonders done before, Make them ſin leſs, or truſt God more. By a long march in unknown ways, Theſe ſinners did conſume their Days. They promis'd fair when ſome were ſlain, And ſought God's favour to regain: They own'd all ſafety came from hence, When the High God was their defence. Thus they with flatt'ring words and lyes Would their Hypocriſy diſguiſe: Their oft revolts made it appear Their hearts were falſe and unſincere. Yet oft God's Mercy did forgive Thoſe who deſerved not to live: His Anger oft away he turn'd, Or elſe with gentle flame it burn'd. Their fleſh he knew was frail, and muſt Moulder e'er long and turn to duſt: Or like a blaſt of wind, when 'tis o'er, Vaniſhes and returns no more, How oft did they provoke him in The Deſart, and repeat their ſin. Their unbelief new proofs propounds, And to God's Pow'r will ſet new bounds. Out of their minds or hearts 'twas gone, What mighty things his hand had done; What time the Tyrants cruel yoke Of Bondage from their Necks he broke.
Part IV. Strange plagues upon th' Egyptians ſent, Through Phar'oh's Court and City went. The River turn'd to blood did ſtink, None its polluted Streams could drink. Inſects and Frogs in ſwarms abound, Sent to deſtroy to vex and wound. The Fruits, for which ſo long they'd toil'd, Thick Clouds of Locuſts came and ſpoil'd Their Fig-trees and their Vines were loſt, By Hail deſtroy'd, and unknown Froſt. Hail mix'd with dreadful lightnings, kill'd Their Flocks and Cattle in the Field. By other ways they plagued were, As Tokens of God's wrath ſevere: At length he evil Angels ſent, Sad Meſſengers of Puniſhment. Wrath like a torrent makes its way, All Lives were made an eaſie prey T' a Plague, which all the firſt-born ſmote Of Beaſts, and Children they begot. The flow'r of youth one day did ſee Cut off from Cham's Poſterity. Then his own People forth were brought, And led like ſheep the way he taught. Led thro' the Sea ſafe without fear, And ſaw their foes o'erwhelmed there. He brought them to the Holy Land, To Sion, won by his ſtrong hand. He caſts out th' old Inhabitants: And in their room his Tribes he plants: The Land divides to each by Lot, And ſettles them in what they'd got. But ſtill they tempting God, excite His Anger, whilſt his Laws they ſlight: Juſt, as of old, they 'apoſtatize, And all their promiſes are lyes. In every crooked path they'd go, Starting aſide like a falſe bow: High places heath 'niſhly they' affect, And hateful Images erect.
Part V. When God beheld this, he was wroth, And greatly did his People loath. Left Shiloh's Tent, where he had ſtay'd, Which never more his preſence had. Th' Ark, where his Glories did repoſe, Was carried Captive by their Foes: Whoſe cruel Sword his People ſlew, When God provok'd his care withdrew. Vengeance conſum'd their youth renown'd Their maids no nuptial Garlands crown'd: The Prieſts were ſlain, their widows dear All publick wailings did forbear. But as a Warriour nothing minds, When Sleep or Wine his ſenſes binds; But waking calls to Arms and ſhouts; So God his Foes with fury routs. Their hinder parts he deeply wounds, And with perpetual ſhame confounds. Yet would he not the Ark reſtore To Ephraim's Tribe where 'twas before; But Judah's Tribe and Sion choſe, A place belov'd, for its repoſe. There he on high his Temple plac'd, Fix'd like the Earth for ever faſt. God for his King did David chuſe, From minding Flocks and yeaning Ews, Took him his Iſrael to keep, With equal care he'd done his ſheep. He faithfully diſcharg'd his truſt, Deſigning what was good and juſt: His Skill to govern was no leſs Attended ſtill with good Succeſs.
PSALM LXXIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] BEhold, O Lord, with ſavage rage The Heathen ſpoils thine Heritage: Thy Temple's made profane and cheap, Thy City turn'd t' a ruin'd heap. Thy Saints dead Bodies made a Feaſt To every ravenous Bird and Beaſt: Their blood around like water ſhed, Enow ſcarce live t' interr the dead. Inſtead of Pity thus forlorn, We meet from all reproach and ſcorn. When ſhall thy wrath, O Lord, expire? Thy Jealouſie that burns like fire? On Heathens let thine Anger ſmoak, Who neither know nor thee invoke: Who with devouring rage have raz'd Our City, and our Land laid waſte. Call not to mind our former ſin, Nor how provoking we have been: But let thy tender Mercies now Prevent our ruine, tho' brought low. Our Sins, thy Glory to advance, Paſs by, and ſend Deliverance. Why ſhould th' inſulting Heathen ſay, Where's now their God to whom they pray? Oh may they know thee and their guilt, By thy revenge for Blood they've ſpilt. And, mov'd by ſighing Priſoners cry, Save thoſe, whom they've condemn'd to die. Repay Seven-fold our Neighbours ſcorn, Which we for thy ſake, Lord, have born. Thy People then thy Name ſhall raiſe, And future Ages ſing thy Praiſe.
PSALM LXXIX. [Another Metre.] THE Heathen, Lord, with ſavage rage Invade thine Heritage: Thy Temple's made profane and cheap, Thy City' a ruin'd heap. Dead Bodies of thy Saints make Feaſts To rav'nous Birds and Beaſts. Enow ſcarce live t' interr the dead; Their Blood's like water ſhed. Inſtead of Pity, thus forlorn, We're made their ſport and ſcorn. When ſhall thy Jealouſie expire? Thy wrath that burns like fire? On ſuch as know not God, nor pray, Let thy fierce anger ſtay: Who with devouring rage have raz'd Our Walls, and Land laid waſte. Tho' juſtly thou provok'd haſt been, Viſit not our paſt ſin. But let thy Mercy, tho' brought low, Prevent our ruine now. Paſs by our ſins, thy Grace t' advance, And ſend Deliverance. Where's now their God, to whom they pray, Why ſhould the Heathen ſay? By thy revenge for Blood they've ſpilt, They'll know God and their guilt. Save thoſe whom they've condemn'd to die, Mov'd by the Priſoners cry. Repay Seven-fold our Neighbours ſcorn, We for thy Sake have born. Thy People then thy Name ſhall raiſe, And thee all Ages praiſe.
PSALM LXXX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
GReat Shepherd of good Jacob's Race, And Joſeph's wond'rous Guide, give ear: Thou ſitt'ſt between the Cherubins, Thence gloriouſly for us appear. Ephr'aim, with th' other Tribes once ſaw Thy Conqueſts in the wilderneſs: Now ſhew thy ſelf, that they may know Thy ſaving Pow'r is ſtill no leſs. Oh make an happy change, and us Unto thy favour, Lord, reſtore: For if our God be reconcil'd, We ſhall be ſav'd and ſigh no more. Great God! how long wilt thou reject Our pray'rs, when we thy help intreat? Whilſt we large draughts of tears drink down, Tears that are mingled with our meat. Our foes, agreeing in our harm, Strive only who ſhall ſpoil us moſt; Laugh at our truſt in God, too weak They think, t'oppoſe the pow'rs they boaſt, Oh change our State, and us again Unto thy favour, Lord, reſtore; For if our God be reconcil'd, We ſhall be ſav'd and ſigh no more.
Part II. From Egypt thou haſt brought a Vine, Tranſplanted hither by thine hand: Expell'd the Heathen, that its roots Might farther ſpread and fill the Land. The Hills were covered with its ſhade, Its boughs o'er goodly Cedars ſtretch'd: So fruitful 'twas, it from the Sea As far as to Euphrates reach'd. Why is her fence broke down? her grapes By every ſpoiler's hand are preſs'd: The Boar roots up her plants, her fruit's Devour'd by every ſavage Beaſt. Return, great God, look from above Viſit this Vine forſook ſo long; Thine own Plantation, and the Branch Thou madeſt for thy ſelf ſo ſtrong. See what Deſtruction's made, the fire Has burnt already what's cut down; And what remains will be conſum'd, If God continue ſtill to frown. Lord, ſave the King, whom thou doſt love, And ſend him thine Almighty aid; Whom zealous for thine Honour, thou, And ſtrong for our defence, haſt made. From thee we never will revolt, If thou wilt us again revive; But worſhip thee and never ceaſe, To praiſe thy Goodneſs, whilſt we live. Oh change our ſtate, and us again Unto thy favour, Lord, reſtore; For if our God be reconcil'd, We ſhall be ſav'd, and ſigh no more.
PSALM LXXXI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] PRaiſe him, to whom all pow'r belongs; With joyful and triumphant Songs; Join to the Muſick of your voice Sweet Inſtruments Harmonious noiſe. On the New Moon, with Trumpets ſound, Proclaim the ſolemn Feaſt around: This was a ſtanding Law, decreed By Jacob's God to Jacob's Seed: For a Memorial ordain'd Of their remove from Egypt's Land: Who after heard with fear and awe God's unknown Voice, that gave the Law. His ſhoulder cruſh'd with loads, I eas'd, His Hands from ſordid works releas'd. You cry'd in trouble and oft crav'd My help, and I as often ſav'd. The thundring Cloud that terrify'd Th' Egyptians, was your Light and Guide. You prov'd at Meribah's fam'd ſpring My Pow'r, and I your murmuring. I will inſtruct my people ſtill, If they will hear and do my will. Own then no foreign Deity, Nor worſhip any God but me. I am thy God, 'twas my ſtrong hand Which brought thee out of Egypt's Land; Open thy Mouth, tho' ne'er ſo wide, Thy longings ſhall be ſatisfy'd. But Iſrael would not hear my Voice, Nor make their God their only choice; So they were led, as their luſts crav'd, By Counſels of a Mind deprav'd. Oh, had they made but God their Guide? And with his wiſe Advice comply'd; He all their Foes would ſoon have quell'd His Hand have all their force repell'd. They, who their Malice would not quit, Been glad to flatter and ſubmit: While he his people would have bleſt, With never-failing Peace and Reſt. With Plenty have enrich'd the Field, The fineſt wheat for food to yield: And with the ſweet refreſhment fill'd, Of Honey from the Rock diſtill'd.
PSALM LXXXII. [As the 113 Pſalm.] YE Rulers of the world, that bear God's Name, and repreſent him here, Know that this Judge among you ſits. If you enact unrighteous Laws, Or countenance a wicked cauſe, Your Guiltineſs no plea admits. You act like God, when you defend The poor, and your aſſiſtance lend To helpleſe Men that juſtice crave, Abſolve the Innocent with ſpeed, Obnoxious only by their need, And from th' Oppreſſor's pow'r ſave. They cry too oft to you in vain, Who'll know no other Right but gain, Whoſe Eyes are blind by Bribes you take. Thus Juſtice cannot find its courſe, But Laws neglected loſe their force, And all the Land s Foundations ſhake. I ſaid ye're Gods, but you ſhall die, And fall, tho' Sons of the moſt High, As other Men and Kings have done. Ariſe, great Judge of all, and reign, Fall'n Juſtice then will riſe again, When God doth ſit upon his Throne.
PSALM LXXXIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
DO not, O Lord, in our diſtreſs An unconcern'd Spectator be; Nor, deaf to all our loud requeſts, Without regard our ruine ſee. For lo thy hateful foes inſult, And a tumultuous noiſe they make: Againſt thy People cloſe deſigns They lay, and crafty counſels take. Nothing their Malice will content, Unleſs the Nation periſh quite; So that no memory may remain Nor mention of an Iſraelite. Ten warlike Nations are combin'd, And all their Joint-Endeavours bent, T' extirpate thy Religion, And to ſubvert the Government. Let Midian's Army's Fate be theirs, Their fall like that of Siſera, Or Jabin's Hoſt by Kiſon's Streams Diſcomfited and ſwept away. No other Burial may they have Than that of thoſe near Endor kill'd, Whoſe Carkaſes were ſpread to rot Like Dung, and ſerv'd t' enrich the field. Let all their Princes when they fight, Fly with diſhonour, and be ta'en, As Zeb and Oreb were, and be Like Zebah and Zalmunna ſlain.
Part II. Theſe all deſign, as they of old, Thy choſen People to oppreſs; And there, where God among us dwells, Cities and Houſes to poſſeſs. Lord, make them like a tumbling Ball, No where to reſt, or ſtand their Ground; But be diſpers'd, and fly like chaff, By driving Tempeſts ſcattered round. As Fire conſumes dry wood, the Sun's Hot rays the parched Mountains burn; So, by thy wrathful Storm purſu'd And frighted, all their force o'erturn. Lord, let their diſappointed hopes In their dejected looks appear; Cover their face with ſhame, till they Thy Favour ſeek and Pow'r revere. Let this Defeat ſo ſeize their thoughts With trouble, and their fears alarm; That no more Courage may remain T' aſſail, nor Pow'r to do us harm. Thus Men will readily confeſs, That he whom we Jehovah call, Is the great Ruler of the World, In Pow'r Superiour over all.
PSALM LXXXIV. HOW beauteous is the Place, where thou Thy Preſence, Lord, doſt grant; Oh, how I long t' approach thy Courts Impatient of reſtraint. The little Birds thoſe Liberties Enjoy, which I'm deny'd; Near to thine Altar they prepare Their Neſts, and there reſide. O happy men! that may frequent Thine Houſe, to praiſe thee ſtill: Whoſe truſt is in thine aid, whoſe heart Devout affections fill. They paſs with joy thro' Baca's vale So troubleſome and dry: Whoſe want of Springs, refreſhing ſhow'rs By Heav'n beſtow'd ſupply. Thus with renewed vigour they Go on unwearied ſtill; And all preſent themſelves before The Lord, in Sion's Hill. Great God of Hoſts, attend when I My pray'r to thee addreſs; Look graciouſly on mine Eſtate, And thine Anointed bleſs. A thouſand joyous Days elſewhere, Yield me not ſuch content, As one Day's freedom in thy Houſe, And in thy Service ſpent. There let me have the meaneſt place, And at the Threſh-hold lie; Rather than all the wicked's State, Without this Liberty. God is a glorious Sun, from whom We Light and Life derive; A ſhield for our defence, and he Will Grace and Glory give. No good will he with-hold from him That's upright in his way. O happy Man! that makes the Lord His onely truſt and ſtay.
PSALM LXXXV. [As the 113 Pſalm.] THY Mercy, Lord, has chang'd our doom, Thy Captives to their Land are come, And all their Sins are done away. Thine Anger which was fierce before, Is now remov'd and flames no more, O let it ever ceaſe, we pray. When wilt thou, Lord, from wrath refrain? Raiſe and revive our Joys again? Thy ſaving Mercies, Lord, reſtore. I'll liſten to the voice of Peace, Which God will to his Saints expreſs, If they return to Sin no more. Surely thy ſaving health is near, To ſuch as thee ſincerely fear, And Glory to our Land will bring. Mercy and Truth together meet, Juſtice and Peace each other greet: And Truth out of the Earth ſhall ſpring. From heav'n ſhall righteouſneſs look down; God's Bleſſings will our labours crown; Our Land with Plenty ſhall o'erſlow. He with great Juſtice all things ſways; And men ſhould eye his righteous ways, To trace the ſteps where he do's go.
PSALM LXXXVI.
LORD bow thine ear to my requeſts, Tho' poor and in the duſt: O ſave my righteous Soul, for, Lord, In thee alone I truſt. Be mercifull to me, O God, And hear my mournfull voice. Daily my Soul to thee aſcends, Oh make it to rejoice. Thou, Lord, art gracious and good, To pardon ſins inclin'd; And all that humbly thee implore, Shall plenteous mercy find. To thee I call in my diſtreſs, In hope thou wilt attend: On thee with Patience wait, 'till thou A gracious Anſwer ſend. Tho' Heathens boaſt of other Gods, And talk of Pow'rs Divine; There's none that can compare with thee, Nor any Works like thine. All the deceived Lands at length Their Maker ſhall adore; Shall glorifie thy Name, O Lord, And celebrate thy Pow'r. When they behold how great thou art, What Wonders thou haſt done; Their Idols they'll diſown, and ſay, That thou art God alone.
Part II. Lord, guide my ſteps, that from the way Of Truth I ne'er may err; My looſe affections ſo unite, That I thy Name may fear. With all my Soul I'II praiſe the Lord, His Glories ever tell; By whoſe great goodneſs I have been Freed from the loweſt Hell. Numbers of proud and cruel men, O God, againſt me riſe; They ſeek my Life, and have no fear Of thee before their Eyes. Thou, Lord, art pitifull and kind, To puniſh Sinners ſlow; Goodneſs and Faithfulneſs from thee Abundantly do flow. Thy mercifull regard I need, And ſtrength from thee I crave: From all deſigned miſchiefs, Lord, Thy helpleſs Servant ſave. Some ſignal mark of favour ſhew, Which all my Foes may ſee, And at their Malice bluſh; when thou Doſt help and comfort me.
PSALM LXXXVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] PLac'd on the holy Hills, God's Seat For Beauty and for Strength is great: God none of Jacob's dwellings hates, But none ſo loves as Sion's Gates. Tho' other Cities famous are, Thy Glories are without compare; Of thee alone it can be told, God here his Reſidence do's hold.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 Egypt and Babylon may ſhow, (And ſo may other Countries too) Some ſingle worthy, who deriv'd His Birth from them, and where he liv'd. Sion vaſt numbers can return, Of great and good men in her born; Whoſe flouriſhing eſtate, ſhe's ſure, God by his care, will ſtill ſecure. When God, who all diſcerns, ſhall view The Nations Regiſter; how ſew Noted for Goodneſs will he place Upon th' account of Heathen Race? Sion has many ſuch enjoy'd, Tho' in lower ſervices employ'd: They one another here ſucceed, As Streams ſtill flow which Springs do feed.
PSALM LXXXVIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
O God, my Saviour, Night and Day To thee I cry, to thee I pray: Incline thine ear to my complaint, In Mercy my Petitions grant. Troubles my Soul ſo filled have, I dwell next door unto the Grave. My ſtrength's ſo ſpent, when look'd upon, I'm given o'er by all for gone. Shut up from all Society, Among the Dead I'm only free: Forgot like thoſe in Battel ſlain, Like Families without remain. I'm thruſt into a diſmal Cell, Which, deep and dark, reſembles Hell: Thy wrath will ſink me down at laſt, Troubles, like Waves, come on ſo faſt. As if t'another World remov'd, I've no converſe with thoſe I lov'd: Others to ſee me have no mind, To ſuch a loathſome place conſin'd. Sorrow's the Company I keep, Who can do nothing here but weep; Onely my fervent cries implore Thine aid, when I can weep no more.
Part II. Wilt thou ſhew Wonders to the Dead? Shall they, to praiſe thee, raiſe their Head? What Kindneſs can the Grave declare? What Truth, when men deſtroyed are? What Pow'r appear, where Light is not? Or Righteouſheſs, where all's forgot? Thus, Lord, my cries to thee I've ſent, My Pray'rs the morning Light prevent. Why do I then deſerted lie? Why frown'ſt thou on my Miſery? Affliction has my Portion been, E'er ſince mine Age was young and green

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〈1 page duplicate〉 From which if no releaſe I find, Thy Terrours will diſtract my Mind: And, now thine Anger fiercer grows, Death onely muſt conclude my woes. Theſe daily, like a rolling Tide, Environ me on every ſide; The Waves together met, in haſte Will ſwell, and ſwallow me at laſt. Relief from Friends and thoſe I lov'd Is hopeleſs, all ſo far remov'd; And all, who my acquaintance were, Are loſt, or hide themſelves for fear.
PSALM LXXXIX. WITH chearfull Heart I'll ever ſing The Mercies of the Lord; To all make known how true he is, And conſtant to his Word. Without all change thy Mercy do's On firm foundations ſtay; And ſooner than thy Promiſe fail, The Heav'ns ſhall move away. When God his ſervant David choſe, To govern Iſrael; his Covenant with him he made, And by his Oath did ſeal: The Throne I give thee, on thy feed "For ever I entail; "Which tho' thrown down, yet I again "To raiſe it will not fail. This wond'rous Love if we forget With praiſes to proclaim, The Heav'nly Angels ſacred Quire Shall celebrate the ſame. Theſe never with the Lord compare, Nor his Commands conteſt; But give attendance at his Throne, With awful fear poſſeſs'd.
Part II. Great God! there's none that's arm'd with pow'r, Or girt with Truth like thee; Thou, when the waves ariſe, doſt rule And ſtill the raging Sea. Thy Arm alone brake Egypt's pow'r, And Iſrael did adore, When they beheld the drowned Hoſt Lie ſcattered on the ſhore. The world, with all therein, is thine, Made by thy pow'rful voice: With all the Quarters of the Earth, Which in thy Care rejoyce. Thy great and uncontrolled Power, Can no reſiſtance fear: Yet Mercy, Righteouſneſs and Truth In all thy Rule appear. Bleſt are the men that underſtand The joyful ſound of Praiſe: They, thro' thy Favour ſhall enjoy An Age of happy Days. Th' Expreſſions of thy wond'rous Love, Will freſh delights create; And thou, the Glory of their ſtrength, Wilt raiſe their low eſtate.
Part III. Our King and Guardian, is the Lord Of Iſrael ever bleſt: Who to an Holy Prophet thus His mind of old expreſt. "I've found a Man of worth and might "For your Deliverer; "One from among the People choſe, "I for your King prefer. "David, my Servant, to receive "This Honour I appoint; "Go then, and to this Office him "With Holy Oil anoint. My powr'ful Preſence I'll afford T' aſſiſt him in diſtreſs: Whom ſubt'leſt Foes ſhall not deceive, Nor ſpightfulleſt oppreſs. But he ſhall their united force Broken in pieces ſee; And all that hate him, by my pow'r Plagu'd and deſtroy'd ſhall be. To him my Faithfulneſs I'll ſhow, My Favours on him ſhowre; And whilſt he truſts in me, will raiſe And ſtill enlarge his pow'r. His Empire, by his Victories, Shall far and wide extend; On God, as a kind Father, he For ſafety ſhall depend. I'll own him for my firſt-born King In higheſt Honour plac'd: My Love for him I'll keep, with him My Covenant ſhall ſtand faſt. Succeſſion in his Family From failing I'll ſecure; The Regal Pow'r therein ſhall laſt While th' Heavens do endure.
Part IV. If David's ſons mind not my Law, Nor in my Judgments walk; If they Religion, and its Rules Of Life, profanely balk. For theſe tranſgreſſions and neglects Severely they ſhall ſmart: But yet my Love I'll not withdraw, Nor from my word depart. I will not break th' Engagements made To David's Royal blood: What by my Holineſs I've ſworn, My Truth ſhall ſtill make good. His Race ſhall never fail, his Throne While the Sun ſhines ſhall laſt; Nor ſhall the Moon, my Pledge above, Stand in her Orb more faſt. But, Lord, how ſhall we reconcile Thy dealings with thy word? Wroth with our King, he's now by thee Rejected and abhorr'd. As if with David thou hadſt made A Covenant in vain; His Honour's trampled under foot, His Crown is made profane. All his Defences are broke down His Forts in ruines laid; A ſcorn t' his Neighbours, and a prey To every Spoiler made. His Foes, much ſtronger, triumph in Their eaſie Victories: His blunted ſword cannot repell Aſſailing Enemies. His former Glory's quite eclips'd, His Kingdoms ſtate o'erthrown: His Reign is ſhortned, and diſgrace. Has ſullied his renown.
Part V. How long ſhall we in this ſad ſtate, By thee neglected mourn? Till we are utterly conſum'd, Lord, ſhall thine Anger burn? Oh call to mind how ſhort a time At beſt, to live we have: Shall it be ſaid we're made for nought But ſorrow and a Grave? Why ſhould our Foes deſtroy us thus? When none's ſo firm and ſtrong, But he muſt fall into the Grave, And yield to Death ere long? Lord, what's become of that old Love Thou didſt to David bear? To whom for ever to be kind Thou faithfully didſt ſwear? Forget not, Lord, how we are made The mighty Peoples ſcorn: I eaſier all my other griefs Than their reproach have born. Thy Foes they are, and to reproach Thy Promiſe they intend; As if with David's ruin'd houſe His Kingdom now ſhould end. But ſtill we'll hope in thee, tho' ſcorn'd, And praiſe thee, tho' oppreſt: And evermore will ſay, Amen, Amen, the Lord be bleſt.
PSALM XC. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LORD, every Age and Race has ſeen, Thou haſt our help and refuge been. Ere that the Mountains had a Birth, Or ever thou hadſt form'd the Earth; Thou hadſt a being long before, And ſhalt abide when time's no more, Thy firſt Decree 'gainſt man was juſt Bidding him Turn again to Duſt. A thouſand years, if we could ſtay In life ſo long, is but a day Compar'd with thee, and in thy ſight Like the ſhort watches of the night. Death, like an overſlowing ſtream, Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream. As flow'rs i'th' morning freſh and fair, Cut down era night and withered are. Thine Anger and our Wickedneſs, Makes the ſhort term of Nature leſs: And thus our years t' an end are brought, As ſwiftly as a Breath or Thought. Our Age to ſeventy years is ſet; If to another ſtage we get, And unto Fourſcore years arrive, We rather ſigh and groan, than live.
Part II. Lord, who with due reflection hath Thought on the terrours of thy wrath? Wrath that is equal to our dread, And ſtrikes ſo often ſinners dead. Oh that the ſenſe of our laſt end, Th' uncertainties this Life attend, May more excite our fear of thee, And a wiſe care of Piety. When, Lord, ſhall thy diſpleaſure ceaſe? When wilt thou give our troubles eaſe? Now we are humble and repent, Shew pity to us, and relent. Oh let that Mercy come at laſt We long impatiently to taſt: And in proportion to our tears, Let Gladneſs crown our future years. Since Acts of Grace thy Glory are, And pleaſe thee moſt; do thou appear In theſe to us and to our Race: Shew us the Beauties of thy Face. Afford thy Light to guide our way, That we may never go aſtray: All our good undertakings bleſs, And proſper with deſir'd ſucceſs.
PSALM XC. [Another Metre.]
LORD, every Age and Race has ſeen Thou haſt our Refuge been. Ere that the Mountains had a birth, Or thou hadſt form'd the Earth, Thou waſt, when nothing was before, Wilt be, when time's no more. Thy firſt Decree 'gainſt Man was juſt, Thou ſaidſt, Return to Duſt. A Life prolong'd t' a thouſand years, One Day to thee appears; As the ſhort watches of the Night, Which ſlept away, we ſlight. Hurrid away by Death's, ſwift ſtream, We vaniſh like a dream. Ere Night, thus flow'rs i' th' morning fair Cut down and withered are. Thine Anger and our Wickedneſs Makes Life's ſhort term ſtill leſs. And thus our years t' an end are brought Swift as a Breath or Thought. Our Age to ſeventy years is ſet; If forward ſtill we get, And unto Fourſcore years arrive, We rather ſigh than live.
Part II. Lord, who with due reflection hath Thought on thy pow'rfull wrath? Wrath that is equal to our dread, And oſt ſtrikes ſinners dead. O that our Lives that ſwiftly ſpend, And ſenſe of our laſt end, May more excite our fear of thee, And care of Piety. When, Lord, ſhall thy diſpleaſure ceaſe? When give our troubles eaſe? Now we are humble and repent, Shew pity, and relent. O let that Mercy come at laſt Our longing ſouls would taſt: And in proportion to our tears, Joys crown our future years. Since Acts of Pow'r and Mercy are Thy Glory; Lord, appear In theſe to us and to our Race; Shew us thy beauteous Face. Afford thy Light to guide our way, Never to go aſtray: All our good undertakings bleſs, And proſper with ſucceſs.
PSALM XCI. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
HE that has God for his Retreat, Has gain'd a ſafe and quiet Seat: For God's o'er-ſpreading Providence Will, like a ſhade, be his defence. To him, as to my Fort, I'll fly; On him, my pow'rful God, rely. When noiſome Plagues infect the Air, He'll ſave thee from the ſecret Snare. His Care, like Wings, ſhall Safety yield, His faithfull Promiſe be thy Shield: So that no dangers of the night Shall ſeize thee with a ſudden fright. Plagues that, like poiſ'ned Arrows, kill, And all a-round with Slaughter fill, Walking unſeen both night and day, Shall miſs their aim, or balk their way. Thouſands ſhall fall on every hand, And thou the while unhurt ſhalt ſtand; And onely with thine eyes ſhalt ſee What ſhall the wicked's portion be.
Part II. Since thou haſt made the Lord moſt High Thy Refuge and Security; No evil ſhall thy peace moleſt, No plague thy dwelling ſhall infeſt. Bleſt Angels, charg'd to guard thy way, To thee ſhall kind attendance pay. Theſe in their hands ſhall thee ſupport, Leſt thou ſhouldſt ſtumble to thy hurt. The Lion thou mayſt ſafely meet, Tread th' Aſp and Dragon under feet. Since he has ſet his Love on me, From danger I will ſet him free. Becauſe he knows and fears my Name, I'll honour him and raiſe his Fame. When he invokes me in his need, I'll hear and anſwer him with ſpeed. When he's in trouble I'll ſtand by, To ſave, and ſet him up on High. Give him long Life, and when that's done Will ſhew him my Salvation.
PSALM XCI. [Another Metre.]
HE who makes God his ſure retreat, Has gain'd a quiet ſeat; For God's o'er-ſhadowing Providence, Will be his ſafe defence. To him, as to my Fort, I'll fly, On him my God rely. He'll ſave thee from the ſecret ſnare, When Plagues infect the Air. His Care, like Wings, will ſafety yield, His Promiſe be thy Shield: So ſhall no dangers of the Night Seize thee with ſudden fright. Plagues that like poiſon'd Arrows kill, And all with ſlaughter fill; Walking unſeen both Night and Day, Shall miſs, or balk their way. Thouſands ſhall fall on every hand, Whilſt thou, unhurt, ſhalt ſtand; And what the Wicked's fate will be, Onely thine Eyes ſhall ſee,
Part II. Becauſe thou'ſt choſe the Lord moſt high, For thy ſecurity; No evil ſhall thy peace moleſt, Nor plague thy Houſe infeſt. Bleſt Angels, charg'd to guard thy way, Will kind attendance pay: Theſe in their Hands ſhall thee ſupport, From ſtumbling to thy hurt. Safe th' Aſp and Dragon thou mayſt meet, Tread Lions under feet. Since he has ſet his Love on me From harm I'll ſet him free. Becauſe he knows and fears my Name I will advance his Fame, When he invokes me in his need, I'll anſwer him with ſpeed. In ſtraits, to ſave him, I'll be nigh, And ſet him up on high. And when a good old age is paſt, Bring him to Heav'n at laſt.
PSALM XCII. O What a pleaſant work it is To praiſe the Lord above: Morning and Evening to proclaim His Faithfulneſs and Love. Sweet Notes of Inſtruments to joyn With an harmonious voice: Thy gracious dealings with me, Lord, Have made me to rejoice. Great are thy Works and thy Deſigns Contain the deepeſt ſenſe; Tho' wicked men and Fools miſtake Thy ways of Providence. They ſpring and flouriſh like the Graſs, With good ſucceſs o'erjoy'd; And onely grow to be mown down, And utterly deſtroy'd. Thou, Lord, moſt high, doſt ever live; They cannot ſcape from thee: All ſhall be ruin'd and diſpers'd That work Iniquity. Still higher to exalt my Pow'r Thou, Lord, wilt thine employ; And crown that Pow'r and Dignity, With undiſturbed Joy. This pleaſure I ſhall have, by thoſe My ruine had combin'd; To ſee them ſtript of all their pow'r, And their own mine find.' But righteous men like fruitfull Palms, Or ſtately Cedars grow; For planted in thy Courts they're fed With Springs that ever flow. There they are fair and ever thrive, And ſtill more fruit ſhall bring: Age that makes other things decay, Makes them more flouriſhing. Thus God appears to all the World To be both Good and Juſt, No falſeneſs can be charg'd on him Who is my Rock and Truſt.
PSALM XCIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] THE Lord do's reign, and like a King Puts on his Robes of glorious Light; Tremble, thou Earth, when he appears Cloathed and girt about with Might. Under his Rule th' unquiet World Will gain ſtability and peace: Of old his Empire did begin, And like himſelf can never ceaſe. In vain the World, rebellious Pow'rs, In Tumults and Commotions riſe; Like troubled Waters of the Sea, That bid defiance to the Skies. Reſiſt not his unequal ſtrength, That's far above your threatning noiſe; For ev'n the Seas unruly waves, Do calmly liſten to his voice. Lord, as thy Pow'r can never fail, So all thy Promiſes are ſure: It's thy Perfection to be true, And theirs that ſerve thee to be pure.
PSALM XCIII. [Another Metre.] THE Lord do's reign, and cloaths himſelf With Robes of glorious light; Tremble, thou Earth, when he appears Girded about with Might. Now the unquiet World will gain Stability and Peace: His Empire was of old, and like Himſelf can never ceaſe. In vain the World's rebellious Pow'rs Combin'd in Tumults riſe; Like Waters of the Sea, that bid Defiance to the Skies. Reſiſt not his unequal ſtrength, That's far above your noiſe; For even the Seas unruly Waves Are calmed at his voice. Thy Power, Lord, can never fail, Tny Promiſes are ſure; Thy Glory's to be true, and theirs That ſerve thee, to be pure.
PSALM XCIV.
THou great Avenger of all wrongs, At length thy Juſtice ſhew; Ariſe, and render to the proud Rewards that are their due. How long ſhall evil men triumph, And boaſt their Villanies; Speak ſcornfully of God himſelf, And Providence deſpiſe? Who, whilſt the ruine of the poor And innocent they plot, Say, that the Lord do's not diſcern, Or elſe regards it not. When will theſe brutiſh Sinners learn, Theſe ſenſeleſs Fools be wiſe? Shall not he hear, that made the Ears, And ſee, that form'd the Eyes? He the rude Nations do's inſtruct, And teaches Man his skill: Shall not he know then, and chaſtiſe Thy diſobedient Will O flatter not thy ſelf, nor theſe Impieties maintain: God knows theſe very thoughts of thine How falſe they are and vain. Lord, he's a happy man, whom thou By chaſtiſements haſt taught; And thereby to a ſenſe of thee, And of his duty brought. God in his Mercy will at length From Troubles ſet him free; Whilſt Vengeance ruines wicked mens Short-liv'd proſperity.
Part II. Tho' good men, for a while chaſtis'd, May under Troubles groan; God will not utterly forſake, Nor caſt away his own. Neglected Judgment ſhall return Again to act its part; And then Felicity ſhall crown The men of upright Heart. T'oppoſe my wicked foes, I call'd To other aids in vain; Without thy ſuccours in tha Grave I and my hopes had lain. When I deſpair'd to keep my Feet, Thy Mercy me upheld: Thy Comforts eas'd my troubled thoughts And ſwelling paſſions quell'd. Will ever God Tyrannick Acts Of unjuſt Thrones abett? Who under forms of Law, t'oppreſs The Righteous power get? They meet in Council, and reſolve That ſuch mens Lives they'll have; And whom their Sentence do's condemn, No Innocence can ſave. But againſt ſuch unjuſt Decrees The Lord is my defence; He'll be my Refuge to ſecure Me from their Violence. What Miſchiefs they 'gainſt me deſign'd. Their ruine ſhall confeſs: For God will ſurely cut them off In their own wickedneſs.
PSALM XCV. [As the 100 Pſalm.] COme let us all unite our joys, And to the Lord our voices raiſe: Before his preſence let us come With thankfull Hearts and Pſalms of praiſe. Our Lord is a great God and King, Of mighty Pow'r and eminent Above all Gods: him Angels ſerve, And Princes onely repreſent. The ſecret places of the Earth, And ſtrength of Hills are in his Hand. He made the Waters of the Sea, And for their Bound prepar'd dry Land. To him that made us let us kneel, And humble Adorations give: Who are the People of his Care The Sheep that on his Paſtures live. To day let's hearken to his voice, And not ſuch hardened Sinners prove; As thoſe that in the Wilderneſs Provok'd and tempted God above. They prov'd his Pow'r, and ſaw his Works, And griev'd his Patience forty year; Till, wearied with their murmurings, That Race he could no longer bear. He did their ſtupid Unbelief, And baſe Ingratitude deteſt; And in his Indignation ſware, They ſhould not come into his Reſt.
PSALM XCV. [Another Metre.] COme, let us with united joys To God our voices raiſe: With thankfull Hearts before him come, And loudly ſing his Praiſe. Our God is a great God and King, In Power eminent Above all Gods: him Angels ſerve, And Princes repreſent. The ſecrets of the Earth, and ſtrength Of Hills are in his Hand; He made the Waters of the Sea, And, for their Bound, dry Land. To him that made us, let us kneel, And Adorations give; Who are his People, and the Sheep That on his Paſtures live. To day let's hear his voice, and not Such hardened Sinners prove; As thoſe that in the Wilderneſs Provoked God above. They prov'd his pow'r, and ſaw his works, And griev'd him forty year; Tell, wearied with that murm'ring Race, He could no longer bear. He did their unbelief and baſe Ingratitude deteſt: And in his Anger ſware, they ſhould Not come into his Reſt.
PSALM XCVI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] LET all the Earth their voices raiſe, To ſing the choiceſt Pſalm of Praiſe. To ſing and bleſs God's ſacred Name, And all his ſaving Works proclaim. His Glory let the Heathen know, His Wonders to the Nations ſhow: Let him be prais'd that is ſo high; More fear'd than any Deity. To Idols Heathen worſhip's paid, Our Lord both th'Earth and Heavens made. He in Majeſtick Splendor dwells, In Beauty and in Strength excels. Let every Tongue and every Tribe, Glory and Pow'r to God aſcribe: The Glory give that is his due, Their Off'rings in his Courts renew. There fall down humbly and confeſs The Beauty of his Holineſs. Let all the Earth the Lord revere, And by their Duty ſhew their fear. Say to the World th' Almighty reigns, A Judge that Equity maintains: He'll make their Wars and tumults ceaſe; And bleſs the World with quiet peace. Let Heav'n and Earth proclaim their joys; The Ocean by its roaring noiſe: Fields by the fairneſs of their crops, Trees by the Fruits that crown their tops. At his approach all Nature's glad, And onely Sinners are afraid: All whom he judges will confeſs, His Equity and Righteouſneſs.
PSALM XCVI. [Another Metre.] LET all the Earth their voices raiſe To a new Song of praiſe: Sing we, and bleſs God's Sacred Name, His ſaving Works proclaim. His Glory let the Heathen know, To all his wonders ſhow. And when his praiſe aloud is heard, More than all God's be fear'd. To Idols Heathen worſhip's paid, Our Lord, the Heavens made. His Honour's great; beyond compare His Strength and Beauty are. Let every Tongue and every Tribe Glory to God aſcribe. The Glory give due to his Name; Whoſe Courts your Off'rings claim. There fall down humbly, and confeſs The Beauty' of Holineſs. Let all the Earth the Lord revere, Let Duty ſhew their Fear. Say to the World, th' Almighty reigns, A Judge that Right maintains: He'll make their Wars and Tumults ceaſe, And bleſs die World with Peace. Let Heav'n and Earth proclaim their joys, Seas by their roaring noiſe. Fields by the fairneſs of their crops, Trees by their fruitfull tops. At his approach all Nature's glad: Sinners alone afraid. All whom he judges ſhall confeſs His Truth and Righteouſneſs.
PSALM XCVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] LEt th' Earth rejoice fince God do's reign: For tho' thick darkneſs do's ſurround And cloud his ways of Providence; Yet perfect Juſtice is their ground. When God prepares himſelf for wrath, His Lightnings flame around the Skies; A dreadfull Fire before him goes, To burn up all his Enemies. Th'amazed Earth ſees this and quakes; The Hills like melted wax flow down: The Heav'ns his Juſtice do proclaim, And men below his Glories own. Confounded be thoſe worſhippers, That to a graven Image bow, And boaſt of Idols: worſhip him Angels above and gods below. Good men will hear the News with joy, When Judgments on theſe Sinners fall; Which tell the World their gods are vain, And thou art high above them all. All ye that love and ſerve the Lord, Strictly preſerve your Innocence; Then tho' the wicked ſeek your fall, God will ſtand up in your defence. Th'immortal Seeds of Light and Bliſs, For truly pious men are ſown: A joyfull Harveſt will at length Their Labours and their Sorrows crown. Then let your chearfull temper ſhow The God you ſerve is good and kind: Praiſe him for all his Mercies paſt, And wait with joy for thoſe behind.
PSALM XCVII. [Another Metre.] GGD reigns, let all the Earth rejoyce; Tho' darkneſs may ſurround, And cloud his ways of Providence, Yet Juſtice is their ground. Lightnings, when God prepares for wrath, Do flame around the Skies: A Fire before him goes, to burn Up all his Enemies. The Earth ſees this and quakes, the Hills Like melted Wax ſlow down; The Heav'ns his Righteouſneſs declare, And men his Glories own. Confounded be thoſe Worſhippers, That to an Image bow, And boaſt of ldols: worſhip him Angels and gods below. Good men will joy, when puniſhments Shall on theſe Sinners fall; Which ſhew their gods are vain, and thou. Art high above them all. All ye that love and fear the Lord, Preſerve your Innocence; Then let the Wicked ſeek your fall, God will be your defence. Th' immortal Seeds of Light and Bliſs For pious men are ſown; A joyfull Harveſt will at length Their Works and Sorrows crown. Then let your cheerfull temper ſhow The God you ſerve is kind; Praiſe him for Mercies paſt, and wait With joy for thoſe behind.
PSALM XCVIII. REnew your Songs to God, and tell What Wonders he has done: Let all proclaim the Victories, His pow'rfull Arm has won. His Mercy which was kept before A ſecret and inclos'd; Now to the clear and open view Of Heathens is expos'd. His promis'd Goodneſs and his Truth Was firſt to Iſrael ſhown; But now the Ends of th' Earth have ſeen His great Salvation. Let all the Earth this welcome News Applaud with loudeſt noiſe: Joyn Muſick to their Hymns of Praiſe, To teſtifie their Joys. Let ſwelling Seas roar, and excite The Joys of neighbouring Lands; Let echoing Hills the noiſe repeat, And Rivers clap their Hands. Whole Nature well may feel a change, When God's approach is nigh: Who comes to judge and rule the World With Truth and Equity.
PSALM XCIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] THE Lord do's reign, and on his Throne Between the Cherubins do's ſit; Let the Earth quake, and fear poſſeſs The People that inhabit it. God, who in Sion dwells, is great, And high above all People rais'd: O may his holy Name by all Adored be and ever prais'd. Pow'r in this King, with Equity And Juſtice mixt, will do all right; He governs always by theſe Rules: Mercy and theſe are his delight. Extol him in your Praiſes then; And proſtrate at his Footſtool, ſhew Your low ſubmiſſion to your God, As he is Holy this is due. M • ſes and other famous men Of old, thus their Addreſſes made; Before the Lord fell down; and he Gave gracious Anſwers when they pray'd He from a cloudy Pillar ſpake, They underſtood from thence his Will; His Teſtimonies they obſerv'd, And all his Orders did fulfill. The Lord did their Petitions grant; And was propitious for their ſake To great Offenders, upon whom Juſt Vengeance he began to take. Extol him in your Praiſes then, And at his holy Hill fall down; By this ſubmiſſion ſhow, that you His Holineſs and Greatneſs own.
PSALM C. LET all the Nations of the Earth, To God their chearful voices raiſe; With Gladneſs worſhip him, and come Before his Face with Songs of praiſe. Our Lord is God; 'twas he alone, Did to us all our Beings give: We are the People of his care, The Sheep that on his Paſtures live. Enter his Gates with thankful Hearts; His Praiſes in his Courts proclaim: And by his pow'rful love inflam'd, Delight to bleſs his ſacred Name. For God is infinitely Good, His Mercy is for ever ſure; And ev'ry changing Age ſhall ſee His Truth will ſtill the ſame endure.
PSALM C [Another Metre.] LET all that dwell on Earth, to God Their chearful voices raiſe; Serve him with joy, and come before His Face with Songs of praiſe. The Lord is God, who did alone To all their Beings give; We are his People, and the Sheep That on his Paſtures live. Enter his Courts with thankful hearts, His Praiſes there proclaim: And by his Love inflam'd, delight To bleſs his ſacred Name. For God is infinitely good, His Mercy ever ſure: And every changing Age will ſee His Truth the ſame endure.
PSALM CI. [As the 113 Pſalm.] MErcy and Judgment, Lord, I'll ſing: That mercy, which has made me King' Shall wiſely ſtill direct my courſe. Thy perfect Law the guide I'll make Of all my ways, and none ſhall take Example by me to be worſe. State-reaſon and a private End Serv'd by ill projects, ſhall not bend The Laws againſt the Rule of Right. The man whoſe ſroward heart is preſs'd Ungodly Counſels to ſuggeſt, ſhall never be my Favourite. The privy Slanderer I'll not brook, Nor on the proud vouohſafe to look, Unleſs to note him for diſgrace: But men of clear Integrity, And unſuſpected Honeſty, Shall be advanc'd to higheſt place. None ſhall by tricks and ſly decoit, By lyes and little arts grow great, Or be in mine Affairs imploy'd. Juſtice ſhall not Offenders ſpare, But wicked Doers by my care Shall from God's City be deſtroy'd.
PSALM CII.
LORD hear the pray'rs and mournful cries Of mine afflicted ſtate; And with thy Comforts chear my Soul, Before it be too late. My days conſume away like ſmoak, Mine anguiſh is ſo great: My Bones are not unlike an Hearth, Parched and dry with Heat. This makes my vital Spirits fail, And flag like withered Graſs; Mine appetite to food's ſo loſt, My meals I Over-paſs. Such is my grief, I little elſe Can do but ſigh and groan: So waſted is my fleſh, I'm leſt Nothing but skin and bone. Like th' Owl and Pelican that dwell In deſerts out pf ſight; I ſadly to bemoan my ſelf, In ſolitude delight. The wakeful Bird that on Houſe tops Sits without company; And ſpends the night in doleſul cries, Lives ſuch a life as I. My pleaſed, Enemies expoſe My miſeries to ſcorn; So ſet againſt me with mad rage, My ruine they have ſworn. Th' aſhes I roll in when I eat, Are taſted with my Bread: And with my Drink are mix'd the tears I plentifully ſhed. Thy wrath againſt us ſo ſevere Do's not remit at all: By daſhing all the hopes thou'ſt rais'd, I've had the ſorer fall.
Part II. My days like the declining ſhades, Make haſte, and fly away: As Flow'rs before the ſcorching Sun, They wither and decay. But thou, Lord, ever ſhalt remain. The ſame thou ever waſt; And the memorial of thy Truth Shall to all Ages laſt. The years for Sion's puniſhment Prefix'd, expiring are: God's time to favour her's at hand Her ruines to repair. Theſe hopes to ſee her built again, Make us her ſtones to prize; Her heaps of rubbiſh and of duſt, Are precious in our Eyes. The Heathen Kings who ſcorn us now, Will then thy Name revere: Whoſe pow'r, when Sion is reſtor'd, Will gloriouſly appear. The captive poor that now bemoan Their miſeries in vain, Shall then be heard, and their loſt ſtate. And liberties regain. This Mercy to the following Age Shall ſtand upon record: And their Poſterity, tho' yet Unborn, ſhall praiſe the Lord.
Part III. The Lord, who in his Heav'nly Throne Advanced is ſo high; Yet caſts on our afflicted ſtate. A favourable eye. Hell give that wiſh'd for liberty The groaning priſ'ners crave; And thoſe that look upon themſelves As doom'd to die, will ſave. That they the Glories of his Name May in nis Temple raiſe, And in Jeruſalem aloud His Truth and Goodneſs praiſe. When all his ſaved people there Shall meet with one accord; And other Kingdoms joyn with us In worſhipping the Lord. But mine afflictions ſuch decays Of age and ſtrength had made; My hopes to ſee thoſe happy days. Fell ſhort, and thus I pray'd: Lord, take me not away before My better days be paſt; Thine undeclining years beyond All generations laſt. Th' unknown Foundations of the Earth Of old by thee were laid; The fair and beauteous Heavens ſhew The work thy hands have made. Theſe all ſhall periſh and wax old, Like garments thrown aſide; But tho' they change, thy years ne'er fail, Thou doſt the ſame abide. Thy kindneſs to the good is firm, Thy word to them is ſure: Tho' ſtrange events may change the world, Their Race ſhall ſtill endure.
PSALM CIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
BLeſs thou the Lord my ſoul, his Name Let all the pow'rs within me bleſs: O let not his paſl favours lie Forgotten in unthankfulneſs. It's he that pardons all thy ſins: He that in ſickneſs makes thee ſound: It's he redeemed from the Grave Thy Life, with Love and Mercy Crown'd. It's he that fills thy mouth with good, And all thy juſt deſires ſupplies: Who, like the Eagles, makes thine Age To a renewed youth ariſe. From his ſtrict Juſtice, ſure relief Oppreſſed Innocence will find: Moſes and Iſr'el knew his ways, And kind Intentions of his mind. Abundant Mercies flow from God, Love is his nature and delight: Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides, Intends not to deſtroy us quite. His Anger, in its riſe and ſtay, From Rules Juſtice never ſwerves; And when he puniſhes our faults, The meaſure's leſs than ſin deſerves. As Heav'n is far above the Earth, So his Rewards exceed our Love: Farther than Eaſt is from the Weſt His Pardon does our ſins remove.
Part II. A father's pity to his child, Reſembles God's, tho' ſhorter far; For he conſiders our weak frame, That onely quickned Duſt we are. Man's days are like the Graſs, or Flow'r, That in the Field its Beauty; ſhows; But fades with every blaſting wind, And then its former place none Knows. But God's eternal Truth and Love Is to good Men and to their Race: Thoſe that his Laws and Cov'nant keep, His favour ever will embrace. Circled with glorious Light, his Throne The Lord has plac'd in Heav'n above; Whoſe mighty' pow'r and ſov'reign Rule Extends o'er all that live and move. Bleſs God ye Angels, who in ſtrength, And ready ſervices tranſcend: Bleſs him ye Hoſts and Miniſters, Who all, to doe his Will, attend. All ye his works that ſubject are In ev'ry place to his controll, Bleſs ye your Maker; and with them Joyn in his Praiſes, O my Soul!
PSALM CIII. [Another Metre.]
MY Soul bleſs thou the Lord, his Name All pow'rs within me bleſs: O never let his favours be Loſt in unthankfulneſs. It's he forgives thy ſins, and do's Thy ſickneſſes remove: It's he redeems thee from the Grave, And crowns thy Life with Love. It's he that fills thy mouth with good, Thy juſt deſires ſupplies; Who, like the Eagles, makes thine Age To a new Youth ariſe. From his ſtrict Juſtice ſure relief Wrong'd Innocence ſhall find: Moſes his ways and Iſrael knew Th' Intentions of his mind. The Lord is kind, and Goodneſs is His nature and delight. Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides, Would not deſtroy us quite. His Anger in its riſe and ſtay From Juſtice never ſwerves: And when he puniſhes our faults, It's leſs than ſin deſerves. As Heav'n do's far exceed the Earth, So his Rewards our Love: Farther than Eaſt is from the Weſt He do's our ſins remove.
Part II. A father's pity to his child Than God's is leſſer far: For he conſiders our weak frame, And knows that Duſt we are. Man's days are like the graſs or flow'r, Freſh when its newly blown; But fades with every blaſting wind, Whoſe place no more is known. But God is true, and ever kind To good, men and their race: Thoſe that his Laws and Cov'nant keep, His favour will embrace. Circled with Light, the Lord has plac'd His Throne in Heav'n above: Whoſe ſov'reign Empire do's extend O'er all that live and move. Bleſs God, ye Angels, who in ſtrength And ſervices tranſcend: Bleſs him, ye Hoſts and Miniſters, Who all his Will attend, All ye his works in every place, Subject to his controll, Bleſs ye your Maker; and with them Joyn in his praiſe, my Soul.
PSALM CIV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
MY Soul for ever bleſs the Lord, To this his Greatneſs do's invite; Honour and Majeſty's his Robe; His beauteous veſture ſplendid Light. He, as a Tent, the Heav'ns extends; Whoſe rooms on liquid waters ſtay: Clouds are his Chariot, and the winds way. With their wing'd wheels mete out his Angels as ſwiſt as air, as bright As flames, with quick obedience move; To publiſh and effect below His pleaſure, giv'n in charge above. The Earth's Foundations are unknown, No Pillars rais'd its weight to bear; And yet no Pow'r can make it move, Tho' it hangs looſe in fluid air. The Earth's firſt Cov'ring was the Deep, Whoſe Waves the higheſt Hills ſurpaſs'd: Till at thy Check and Thunder's voice They ſhrank, and fled away in haſte. The Mountains by hid ways they climb, Thence to the lower Vales deſcend; Till in the Sea, from whence they came, At laſt their winding courſes end. In vain the Ocean's ſwelling Pride Threatens again the Earth to cover; Its fixed bounds no riſing Tides, Without new leave, can e'er paſs over,
Part II. He from the Hills, through ſecret Veins, Cauſes the chryſtal Springs to burſt; They glide thro' Vallies, where the Beaſts, And the wild Aſſes, quench their thirſt. There Birds are taught with curious Art Their Neſts in ſhady boughs to raiſe; And by their chearfull Notes reprove Our ſilence in our Maker's praiſe. Nor can the higher grounds which gape For thirſt, complain that they 're forgot: Clouds big with ſhow'rs on them diſtill, And water every barren plot. By his Command th' enriched Earth Food for all Creatures do's produce; The Graſs ſprings up to ſerve the Beaſts, And Herbs for Man's peculiar uſe. Rich wine that chears Man's heart, and oil That makes his Countenance look bright; Bread, the ſupport of Life; all made To ſerve our needs, or our delight. Trees that on barren Hills are plac'd, Need not be watered by our care; Where Lebanon do's higheſt riſe, Cedars are ever freſh and fair. There Birds obtain ſecure retreat; Storks for their dwelling chuſe the Pine; Wild-Goats find refuge in the Hills, Conies in Rocks they undermine.
Part III. The Moon, whoſe varied Face we ſee, Meaſures the ſeaſons of the year; And, having run his daily courſe, The Sun knows when to ſet, and where. Darkneſs, as well as Day, thou mak'ſt; 'Tis Night that brings wild-Beaſts abroad: Fierce Lions, roaring for their prey, By hunger taught, ſeek meat from God. At the Sun's riſe theſe ſcatter'd Beaſts Crowd to their Dens with haſty flight: Men ſhare the Day, whoſe work begins And ends together with the Light. Great God! how various are thy works, Created all with wond'rous skill. Thy Bleſſings, Lord, inrich the Earth, And the Sea's ſpacious boſom fill: Whoſe yielding waves the Ships divide; There Fiſhes move of different ſize; And there the great Leviathan Do's play, and Man's attempts deſpiſe. Theſe all wait humbly to receive Thine alms of ſeaſonable food: And what thine opened hand beſtows, They gather, and are fill'd with good.
Part IV. If God but in diſpleaſure frown, The whole Creation needs muſt mourn; If he with-holds his breath or theirs, They die, and to their Duſt return. His quick'ning Spirit, when it breaths, All things with Life and Joy endues; His pow'rful word, that made the earth At firſt, its face again renews. Whilſt this world's frame and order laſts, God's Glory never can be leſs: And what his wiſdom made ſo good, His favour will delight to bleſs. But let not ſinful Man preſume God's dreadful anger to provoke; Whoſe Look can cauſe the Earth to quake, Whoſe touch make proudeſt hils to ſmoak. The great imployment of my Life Shall be to praiſe this mighty Lord: To meditate his Love and Works, The ſweeteſt pleaſure will afford. While Sinners from the Earth conſume, No place or thought regards them more; Bleſs thou thy Maker, O my Soul, Let Heav'n and Earth his Name adore.
PSALM CIV. [Another Metre]
BLeſs thou the Lord, my Soul, to this His Greatneſs do's invite; Honour and Majeſty's his Robe, His Veſture ſplendid Light. He, as a Tent, the Heav'ns extends, Whoſe rooms on waters ſtay; Clouds are his chariot, and the winds Wing'd wheels mete out his way. Angels as ſwift as air, as bright As flames, attend and move, His pleaſure to effect below, That's giv'n in charge above. The Earth's Foundations are unknown, Its weight no Pillars bear; Yet none can move it, tho' it hangs Looſe in the yielding air. The Earth's firſt cov'ring was the deep, Whoſe waves the hills ſurpaſs'd: Till at thy check and thunder's voice, They ſhrank, and fled in haſte. The Mountains by hid ways they climb, Thence to the Vales deſcend; Till in the Sea, whence firſt they came, Their winding courſes end. In vain the Ocean's ſwelling Pride, Threatens the Earth to cover; Its fixed bounds no riſing Tides Can, without leave, paſs over.
Part II. He from the Hills by ſecret Veins, Makes chryſtal ſprings to burſt; The wat'red Vallies give all Beaſts Drink to allay their thirſt. There Birds are taught their artfull Neſts In ſhady boughs to raiſe: Whoſe chearfull Notes our ſilence ſhame In our Creatour's praiſe. Nor can the higher grounds, which gape For third, ſay they're forgot: Clouds big with ſhow'rs on them diſtill, And water every plot. By his Command th' enriched Earth Do's food For all produce; The graſs ſprings up to ſerve the beaſts, And herbs for humane uſe. Rich wine that chears Man's heart, and oil That makes his face look bright: Bread, the ſupport of Life; all ſerve Our needs, or our delight. The Trees on barren Hills will thrive, unwat'red by our care: Cedars i' th' heights of Lebanon, Are ever freſh and fair. There Birds find ſure retreat, the Stork Dwells in the loſty Pine; Wild Goats in Hills, Conies are ſafe In Rocks they undermine.
Part III. The Moon's oft varied face do's ſhow The ſeaſons of the year; After his daily courſe, the Sun Knows when to ſet, and where. Darkneſs as well as Light thou mak'ſt, Night brings wild Beaſts abroad: The hungry Lions roar for prey, And ſeek their meat from God. At the Sun's riſing, to their Dens They croud with haſty flight: Men ſhare the Day, whoſe work's begun, And finiſh'd with the Light. Great God! how various are thy works, All made with wond'rous skill: Thy Bleſſings, Lord, enrich the Earth, And Seas large boſom fill. There go the Ships, and there do move Fiſhes of different ſize; There great Leviathan do's play; And Man's attempts deſpiſe. Theſe all wait to receive thine alms Of ſeaſonable food; They gather what thine hand beſtows, And all are fill'd with good.
Part IV. If God but in diſpleaſure frown, All Creatures needs muſt mourn; If he with-holds their breath, they die, And to their Duſt return. His quick'ning Spirit, when it breaths, All things with Life endues, His pow'rful word, that made the Earth, Its face again renews. Whilſt this world's frame and order laſts, God's fame will ne'er be leſs; And what his wiſdom made ſo good, Will ſtill delight to bleſs. But let not ſinful Man preſume God's anger to provoke; Whoſe Look can cauſe the Earth to quake, His Touch make Hills to ſmoak. My Life's great buſ'neſs ſhall be this, To praiſe this mighty Lord; To meditate his Love and works, The ſweeteſt Joys afford. While Sinners from the Earth conſume, No place regards them more; Bleſs thou the Lord, my Soul, his Name Let Heav'n and Earth adore.
PSALM CV.
O Let us all give thanks to God, And call upon his Name; His gracious and his mighty works To all the world proclaim. Let us in Songs and ſacred Hymns Our great Creator bleſs; And what his pow'rful hand has wrought, Our joyful tongues expreſs. Count it your honour that ye know, And bear his ſacred Name; And when you worſhip this great Lord, Take pleaſure in the ſame. Within his Sanctuary let Your Pray'rs to him be made; Your hopes upon his favour reſt, And his almighty aid. O let the works that he has done Your admiration move; Think on the judgments of his mouth, And wonders of his Love. This Charge to you belongs, who are Of faithful Abr'am's race; And Jacob's, Off-ſpring call'd, who ſtood In God's eſpecial Grace. We glory that this mighty Lord Us for his people owns; Whoſe Judgments make th'amazed Earth To tremble when he frowns. His Cov'nant with his people made, He ever call'd to mind; And will his Promiſes fulfill, To ages ſtill behind.
Part II. That Cov'nant which the Lord of old With our firſt fathers made; And oft by Oath renew'd to them And to their ſeed, thus ſaid. On thee I Can'an's Land beſtow, (This which we now poſſeſs) To bring them into which, his Care Shew'd that he meant no leſs. For tho' when firſt our fathers came, One family they were; Whoſe number too was very few, And they mere ſtrangers there: Tho' weak, who in a ſetled place No fixt Eſtate enjoy'd; But forc'd from this to th' other Land, Might ſoon have been deſtroy'd: He ſuffered none to injure them, When Sojourners they were; But Kings, that meant to do them wrong, Met with rebukes ſevere. Let none attempt theſe perſons harm; So dear to God, and great: "Touch not, ſaid he, my anointed ones, "Nor Prophets rudely treat. When after this, in all the Lands A famine long prevail'd: And Bread, the great ſupport of Life, When Corn was wanting, fail'd: He ſent out Joſeph to provide For Jacob, now grown old: But he that was to ſave his houſe, Firſt as a Slave was fold.
Part III. To Egypt brought, and falſly charg'd, Joſeph's in priſon caſt: The Calumny more pain'd him, than The Chains that held him faſt. There, by unfolding hidden fates, Great fame he had acquir'd: This Phar'oh hearing, try'd him too, And found him one inſpir'd. He quickly ſet him free, and made Him Ruler of the Land: The management of all affairs He' intruſted in his hand. His greateſt Princes to command And puniſh he had leave; All the wiſe Senatours from him Inſtructions muſt receive. Now Jacob's houſe to Egypt came As Phar'oh did invite: And grew ſo, as t' exceed their foes In Number and in Might. This makes them jealous, and to hate Thoſe they receiv'd with joy: Whom firſt by ſubtil Arts they would Diminiſh, then deſtroy. Moſes and A'ron (when God ſaw Their Bondage heavier grow) Were ſent to Phar'oh with demand To let his people go. The mighty works which they perform'd, And wonders in that Land; Show'd that what e'er they ſaid or did Was by Divine command.
Part IV. He three days darkneſs, black as Hell Over all Egypt drew; In which, and all the other plagues, God's Orders they purſue. He turn'd their waters into blood, Which all their Fiſh deſtroy'd: Numberleſs Frogs o'erſpread the Earth; And the King's rooms annoy'd. Infinite Swarms of Flies and Lice O'er all the Country came: Inſtead of Rain he gave them Hail, Mix'd with devouring Flame. This Storm not onely from the Trees Their pleaſant Fruits beat down, But all the Fig trees too and Vines Were broke and overthrown. By his Command numberleſs Hoſts Of various Locuſts paſs O'er all the Land; and with ſtrange haſte Devour'd their Herbs and Graſs. In the ſame Night all their Firſt-born, Smote by an Angel, dye; The prime of all their ſtrength, and prop Of every Family.
Part V. Loaded with Egypt's wealth, their Land In haſte the people quit; Not one in all their Tribes ſo weak, For travel was unfit. Gladneſs at their departure thence Th' Egyptians hearts did fill; For fear, as the laſt Plague their Sons, The next themſelves might kill. He ſpread a Cloud, which skreen'd them from The ſcorching Sun by day; But was ſo bright withal, it ſerv'd By night to ſhew their way. He then provides delicious fare For that vaſt multitude; Great flights of Quails, and Bread ſhowr'd down From Heav'n to be their food. An opened Rock their Drink ſupply'd; Whence Streams guſh'd out ſo faſt, They ran, and follow'd them thro' all The parched grounds they paſs'd. The Lord theſe wonders, to make good His word to Abr'am, wrought: When he from ſlavery his Race With joy and triumph brought. He fix'd them in a quiet Seat In Can'an's pleaſant Land; Stor'd with all good by others pains, And planted to their hand. That by his kindneſs thus oblig'd, And bleſs'd ſo many ways; His Laws they might with care obſerve; The Lord for ever praiſe.
PSALM CVI. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
BY chearful Praiſes to his Name, That God is good to all proclaim: Whoſe Mercies ſhown to ages paſt, To all ſucceeding times ſhall laſt. Who can the Pow'r of God ſet forth, Or praiſe his wonders to their worth? They're happy, who with conſtant care In righteous works imployed are. May I be one of thoſe, and find God always good to me and kind: When thou deliv'reſt thine elect From Dangers, do not me neglect. Their good ſecured may I ſee, And ſhare in their felicity; And when thou doſt their ſtate advance, Glory with thine Inheritance. We the degenerate Off-ſpring are Of fathers that great ſinners were: Who thy great wonders minded not, In Egypt wrought, or ſoon forgot. Their unbelief when newly ſav'd, At the Red Sea freſh wonders crav'd. There God, his Glory to advance, Gave them a new deliverance. The Sea's ungovernable courſe He check'd, by his word's greater force: Their way thro' the vaſt Deep was dry, Such as thro' ſandy deſerts lie. O'er their purſuing Enemy, He gain'd a noble victory. The Sea return'd on Phar'oh's Hoſt With violence, and all were loſt.
Part II. Then they ſang Praiſes to the Lord, And for a while believ'd his word. They ſoon what he had done forgat, And would not for his counſel wait. But tho' from Heav'n with Bread ſupply'd, Tempting God's pow'r, for fleſh they cry'd. They ſurfeit or the Quails he ſent, Which prove their plague, not nouriſhment. 'Gainſt Moſes then they mutiny, And queſtion his Authority: Both him and A'ron, whom God choſe, As proud Uſurpers they oppoſe. The Earth did under Dathan cleave, And with an open mouth receive Abiram's Troop: alive they fall, And in one Grave are buried all. Lightning from Heav'n the other Crew, Invaders of the Prieſthood, ſlew. A Calf in Horeb too they made, And worſhip to an Image paid. God's Glory that appear'd ſo bright, And wrought ſuch wonders, now they flight; An Image better pleaſing was Of a dull Ox that eateth graſs. How kind a Saviour God had been, The wond'rous works in Egypt ſeen, The Sea that drowned Phar'oh's Hoſt, All theſe are now forgot and loſt. God was provok'd to ſuch an height, He threatned to deſtroy them quite: When Moſes in the breach did ſtand, And ſtay'd the vengeance of his hand.
Part III. The promis'd Land they ſet at nought, Tho' to the Borders of it brought; They th' ill report ſome Spies had made More credit, than what God had ſaid. They murmur'd when they ſhould obey. And when he ſaid, Go up they'd ſtay. Then ſolemnly the Lord did ſwear, Theſe Rebels never ſhould come there, Nor the deſpiſed Land poſſeſs, But periſh in the Wilderneſs: And ſome, by th' Heathens overthrown, Be ſlain or ſcattered up and down. B'al-Peor's ſervice they embrace, Moab's vile god, and their diſgrace; With them on Sacrifices fed, That had been off'red to the dead. God was ſo angry at this ſin, A grievous plague at once broke in: When Phineas, with zeal poſſeſs'd, Slew a bold ſinner, and it ceaſt. This Fact, which raſh and haſty ſeem'd; Juſt and praiſe-worthy God eſteem'd; And it obtain'd this Act of Grace, T'entail the Prieſthood on his Race. At Meribah God's wrath they move, Where they for Drink with Moſes ſtrove; It went ill with him for their ſake, Who things unfit, provoked, ſpake. When they came in, they did not root The Nations out, tho' charg'd to do't: Were mix'd, and dealings with them had, And in their manners were as bad.
Part IV. They learnt what they ſhould ever rue, To ſerve their gods and left the true. T'infernal ghoſts they ſacrifice Their children with unpitying eyes. The blood of Innocents thus ſtain, Did all the Land of Can'an ſtain. Themſelves too they, with whoredoms vile And other beaſtly luſts, defile. Then God was with his people wroth, Whom once he lov'd, he now does loath The Heathens yoke again they bear, By Foes oppreſs'd, whoſe Slaves they were. Oft did he ſave them in diſtreſs, Yet they provok'd him ſtill no leſs; Their old Idolatries renew'd, Which brought them low, by foes ſubdu'd. Yet when their mournful Cries he heard, He did their Miſeries regard; His Covenant he call'd to mind, Left off to puniſh, and was kind. Ev'n thoſe, whoſe hatred oft they prov'd, He, to take pity on them, mov'd; And thoſe by whom they conquer'd were, Their extirpation did forbear. Now, Lord, let our ſalvation come, And bring thy ſcattered people home: That, praiſing thee, we ever may, With greateſt joy and triumph, ſay; "Bleſſing to Iſr'el's God and King, "And everlaſting Praiſes ſing: "And may his Saints, with one accord, "All ſay, Amen. Praiſe ye the Lord.
PSALM CVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LET all give thanks to God above, So full of kindneſs and of love. Whoſe Mercy ages paſt have known, And thoſe that are to come ſhall crown. May't ever be by them confeſs'd, Whom he redeem'd when ſore oppreſs'd. And made the ſcattered people come From all the Lands to their own home. They paſs'd thro' Deſerts, where no way They found, nor City where to ſtay; No food to eaſe their hunger's rage, Nor water-ſprings their thirſ t' aſſwage. In their diſtreſs to God they cry'd, Who prov'd their Saviour and their Guide: He, the right Path where they ſhould go, And place where they ſhould dwell, did ſhow. Let all Men praiſe God's goodneſs then, His wonders to the Sons of Men; Whoſe bounty longing Souls ſupplies, Their craving hunger ſatisfies.
Part II. Thoſe who are in dark priſons laid, So nigh to death, they're in its ſhade; On whom the ſorrows that they bear, Sit heavier than the chains they wear. Theſe having proudly God withſtood, Contemn'd his Counſels for their good: He then reſolv'd with pain and ſmart To quell the ſtoutneſs of their heart. Before his ſtroaks they could not ſtand, Nothing could raiſe them but his hand. Then, to the Lord they're forc'd to fly, To importune his Clemency. Who did regard their low addreſs, And ſav'd them out of their diſtreſs. He chang'd their gloomy ſtate to light, And brake their Bands in ſunder quite. 15 Let all men praiſe God's goodneſs then, His wonders to the Sons of men. His ſtrength that all things do's ſurpaſs, Brake Bars of Ir'n, and Gates of Braſs.
Part III. Fools to lewd courſes wholly bent, Prepare for their own puniſhment. Sickneſs and loathſome maladies From Luxury and Luſt ariſe. The Glutton's appetite o'erthrown, His taſtful meats will not go down. Nature with heavy loads oppreſt, Beckons to Death to be releas'd. Then do theſe frighted Sinners fly To God for help; whoſe earneſt cry Mov'd a regard to their addreſs, Heaven ſav'd them out of this diſtreſs. No need of Med'cines for their cure, Their vertue's not ſo quick nor ſure; Death's ſentence onely he repeal'd, He ſent his word and they were heal'd. Let all men praiſe his Goodneſs then, His wonders to the Sons of men: And by their grateful Sacrifice Declare his works and their own joys.
Part IV. They whom the Ships on th' Ocean bear, Do ſee God's works and wonders there. For at his word fierce Tempeſts riſe, And lift its Waves unto the Skies. One while they mount to Heav'n aloſt, They ſink into the Depths as oft. The Paſſengers ſtrange terrours feel, Like Drunkards to and fro they reel. Loſt to all hope, to God they cry For help in their extremity; He lends an Ear to their addreſs, And brings them out of this diſtreſs. For at his beck the ſtorms aſſwage, The furious waves depoſe their rage. They welcome now the calm, and ſee The Haven where they wiſh'd to be. Let all men praiſe God's goodneſs then, His wonders to the Sons of men; Nor onely private Off'rings bring, But in the Church his Glories ſing.
Part V. When God's provok'd, his pow'rful hand Turns Rivers to a Deſart land; Their fruitfulneſs to barren grounds, When wickedneſs therein abounds. Dry grounds by ſhow'rs ſent from above, And flowing Springs fair Paſtures prove: Thither the poor for dwellings flow, Which after to a City grow. They ſow the Fields, and Vineyards plant, Whoſe Fruits ſupply their growing want. Their Race ſprings faſt from fruitful ſtocks, Their wealth increaſes with their flocks. Thus are they bleſt; but when they ſin, They're puniſh'd and brought low again. Ev'n Princes are expos'd to ſcorn. And wander in a ſtate forlorn. But he exalts the poor on high, And ſpreads their num'rous Family. The Juſt with gladneſs this ſhall ſee, And wickedneſs ſhall ſilent be. How few there are with care record Theſe wond'rous dealings of the Lord! But wiſe Obſervers ſtill ſhall find, That God is infinitely kind.
PSALM CVIII. MY Heart, O God, is now prepar'd, And this my Tongue ſhall raiſe: Which with my Harp ſhall early ſing A conſort to thy praiſe. The great Salvation thou haſt wrought, I'll to the World proclaim: The ſcattered Nations ſhall aſſiſt My Songs to ſpread thy Fame. Thy Mercy reaches to the Heav'ns, Thy Truth unto the Skies; O may thy Glories, Lord, above Both Earth and Heaven riſe. That thy Beloved may obtain A Saviour in their need; In anſwer to my ſervent pray'rs Thy timely ſuccours ſpeed. God's ſacred promiſe paſs'd, now makes My hopes depend on thee; The Land that round Samaria lies, Submits it ſelf to me. The reſt of Iſr'els Tribes unite To own my righteous cauſe; Ephraim's my chiefeſt ſtrength for War, Judah ſupports my Laws. Moab and Edom as vile ſlaves To ſerve me will be glad; Philiſtia meet thy conqu'ring Lord, And to his triumphs add. Who then will lead me to that Hold On Edom's Frontiers lies, So ſtrongly fenc'd 'gainſt all aſſaults, Which all my force defies? The Lord will do't, who heretofore Refus'd our Arms to bleſs; He'll undertake our Conduct now, And crown it with ſucceſs. Man's weakneſs helps in vain; may we Thine aids in trouble meet: Our Hands ſhall do great acts; our foes Lie conquered at our Feet.
PSALM CIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LORD ſince my glor'ing is in thee, Be thou concern'd t'avenge my wrongs: Who now am wickedly traduc'd By lying and deceitful tongues. By odious calumnies, cloſe ſiege They to my Reputation lay; And unprovok'd, with open force Attempt to take my life away. I have deſerved well of thoſe. Who now mine adverſaries are; I ſought not ſafety by Revenge When off'red, but of God by pray'r. Evil for good is my reward, The more I love I'm hated more. 'Gainſt the chief author of theſe wrongs Thy Juſtice therefore I implore. By the worſt Judge may he be try'd, And by a Dev'lin ſpight, accus'd: Be pronounc'd guilty, and his pray'r For Pardon, as a ſin, reſus'd.

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Part II. Let an exacting Creditor Seize his Eſtate as lawful ſpoil; And may a perfect ſtranger reap The fruit of all his care and toil. Let none t'his Memory be kind, No pity to his Race be ſhown: But let them pariſh, and their Name Be in the following Age unknown. Viſit on him his Parents Crimes, Since he in ſin would like 'em be: To ſhew that they are not forgot, Root out their curſed memory. He, when the poor for mercy call'd, Nothing but cruelty did breath; And when their Hearts were broke with grief, He perſecuted them to death. Let all the Curſes that he wiſh'd To others, on his own head light; And may he, by a juſt reward, Want all that Bleſſing he did ſlight. In curſing and malicious Lyes, As in rich Cloaths he took a pride; And may its ſad effect, like drink, Through all his Veins and Bowels ſlide. Sinking into his Bones like Oyl, Let it allow him no repoſe; Cover him with it like a Veſt, As with a Girdle bind it cloſe.
Part III. This ſhall be their reward from God, Whoſe ſpight is on my ruine bent; And queſtion not to make it ſure, By Lyes and Slanders they invent. But ſince thy Honour is engag'd And Mercy too: Lord, take my part: Oh ſave mel when by all forſook. And pierc'd with ſorrow to the heart. I vaniſh like an Evening ſhade, Toſs'd, like a Locuſt, up and down: My Knees and all my Joints are weak, My Body lean with faſting grown. They add unto my miſeries Reproach and all the ſigns of ſcorn; Lord, let thy Mercy interpoſe To help and ſave me thus forlorn. Force them to own herein thy pow'r, Who curſe in vain whom God will bleſs: Let me with joy ſee them aſham'd, That their attempts had no ſucceſs. Cloath'd with Confuſion, may they wiſh To hide themſelves from their own ſhame: In full Aſſemblies then I'll ſing The lowdeſt praiſes to thy Name. God, the great Patron of the poor, Will as his Advocate ſtand by, Defend his Cauſe, and ſave his Life, When he's unjuſtly doom'd to die.
PSALM CX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] THUS ſpake the Lord unto his Son, Sit thou advanc'd on my right hand; Till all thy conquer'd Foes ſhall crouch, And wait their doom from thy command. From Sion ſhall thy word go forth, Which like a Sceptre thou ſhalt ſway: To bring the Stubborn under Rule, And make them willingly obey. The Conqueſts ſhall be great that day; The numerous Converts thou ſhalt view, Shall make an Army that exceeds Thy Chryſtal Drops of morning Dew. The Lord hath all his Truth engag'd By Oath, which he can never break, To make thee an eternal Prieſt, Of th' Order of Melchizedeck. And when he's raiſed to his Throne, Proud Monarchs that oppoſe his Reign Shall fall; and all the wicked world That will not ſtoop to him, be ſlain. Whilſt he purſues this work, he'll ſtoop To mean refreſhments in the way; But with a glorious reward, God will his ſufferings repay.
PSALM CX. [Another Metre.] THUS ſpake the Lord unto his Son, Sit thou on my right hand; Till all thy Foes ſhall crouch, and wait Their doom at thy Command. From Sion ſhall thy word go forth; This Sceptre thou ſhalt ſway: Under thy Rule ſhall Rebels come, And willingly obey. Thy Conqueſts ſhall be great that day; The Converts thou ſhalt view; Shall make an Army that exceeds The drops of morning Dew. The Lord hath all his Truth engag'd By'an Oath he cannot break; Thou'rt ever Prieſt of th'Order made Of great Melchizedeck. And when he's raiſed to his Throne, Kings that oppoſe his Reign Shall fall; and all the Heathen World That will not ſtoop, be ſlain. Whilſt thus employ'd, he'll ſtoop to mean Refreſhments in the way: But God with glorious rewards His Sufferings will repay.
PSALM CXI. MY Soul's beſt Pow'rs I will engage, And with affection join In thoſe Aſſemblies, where the Saints To praiſe the Lord combine. They that contemplate thy great works Will ſoon with pleaſure ſee Thy Pow'r how glorious it is, How great thy Purity. The wonders of thy Providence They'll often call to mind; With grateful hearts proclaim that God Is gracious and kind. How in the Wilderneſs he gave Food with a liberal hand: And made his People to poſſeſs The Heathens pleaſant Land. Faithful and Juſt are all his Works; His Word no leſs is ſure; When once his Promiſe is engag'd, Performance is ſecure. Iſr'el, from ſlavery redeem'd, His Holineſs did know; Their foes the terrour of his Name Felt in their overthrow. To fear the Lord true wiſdom is: And he that ſtrives to pleaſe His Maker, underſtands him beſt; Whoſe praiſe ſhall never ceaſe,
PSALM CXII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] BLeſt is the Man that fears the Lord; Whoſe pleaſure 'tis to doe his Will: His ſeed ſhall be renown'd on Earth, His happy Race ſhall flouriſh ſtill. His houſe with plenty ſhall be fill'd; And as his wealth and ſtores increaſe His bounty is enlarg'd; no fear Of future want do's make it leſs. When troubles fall unto his ſhare, They'll in his greater comfort end; What kindneſs God on him beſtows, The ſame to others he'll extend. He lends aſſiſtance to the poor, Diſcreetly orders all his way: Nothing ſhall move this righteous Man, Or make his memory decay. No news of threatning danger can His confidence in God diſplace: He with undaunted courage looks His foes ſecurely in the face. God his diffuſive charity With ſutable rewards will crown: Not onely thoſe above beſtow, But honour here and great renown. Mean while the wicked ſhall repine With indignation at his bliſs; And melt away with grief, to ſee This Man obtain what they ſhall miſs.
PSALM CXII. [Another Metre.] O Happy Man that fears the Lord, And joys to doe his Will: His ſeed ſhall be renown'd on Earth, His race ſhall flouriſh ſtill. His houſe with plenty ſhall be fill'd; And as his ſtores increaſe, His bounty is enlarg'd; no fear Of want do's make it leſs. When troubles fall unto his ſhare, They'll in his comfort end; What kindneſs God on him beſtows, To others he'll extend. He lends aſſiſtance to the poor, Diſcreetly guides his way: Nothing ſhall move this Man, or make His memory decay. His truſt in God, no threatning news Of danger can diſplace: He with undaunted courage looks His En'mies in the face. God his diffuſive charity With great rewards will crown; Both thoſe above beſtow, and here Honour and great renown. Mean while the wicked ſhall repine With envy at his bliſs; Conſume with grief, to ſee this Man Obtain, what they ſhall miſs.
PSALM CXIII. YE ſervants of th' eternal King, To God your chearful praiſes ſing, Whoſe Name be bleſt for evermore. His goodneſs over all is great, Where e'er the Sun do's riſe or ſet, Since all are bleſt, let all adore. O'er all the Earth the Lord do's reign, And Heav'n's too narrow to contain His Glories that are infinite. Let not poor borrowed greatneſs dare With his Perfections to compare, Who dwells in uncreated Light. He condeſcends ſo far, to know Th' affairs of mortals here below, As well as thoſe in Heav'n above. To ſhew how he o'er all things ſways, He from the duſt the poor do's raiſe, And from his vile eſtate remove. From thence advances him on high, To unexpected dignity, And ſets him a royal Throne. When age and nature doth deſpair, He makes the barren womb to bear: O therefore praiſe this God alone.
PSALM CXIV. [As the 113 Pſalm.] WHen the great God had Iſr'el's ſeed From Egypt and oppreſſion freed, He then declar'd himſelf their King: Whoſe bright appearance as they paſs'd The Sea beheld, and fled in haſte; Jordan retir'd unto its ſpring. Sinai, when God came down, did ſhake, Th' adjoyning mountains all did quake, And like affrighted Rams did skip: The little hills could not forbear By trembling too to ſhew their fear, Like Lambs that round their Mothers trip. What ail'd the Sea thus to ſhrink back, Or Jordan its old banks forſake, So croſs to Nature's fixed Laws? Why ſhould great Mountains skip like Rams And little hills like frighted Lambs? Why ſeems it ſtrange, when God's the cauſe? Not Hills alone, when he is near, But the whole Earth may quake for fear, As into ſtrange Convulſions thrown: For Rocks into a wat'ry Lake, And Flints into a Fountain brake, When God would make his Power known.
PSALM CXV. [As the 100 Pſalm.] NOT unto us, Lord, not to us, But to thy Name the praiſe we owe; To thy free goodneſs and thy truth, The ſprings whence all our bleſſings flow. Why ſhould the Heathen ask in ſcorn, Where is the God whom ye adore? In Heav'n he reigns, but do's on Earth What e'er his Will ordain'd before. Silver and Gold their Idols are, And all their worth derive from thence; With no Divinity inſpir'd, Since they are void of life and ſenſe. For tho' the Maker forms an Eye, A Mouth, or any other Part; He cannot give them ſight or breath, Nor lively motion by his art. Fond Men! to think your hands can make A God, to which our knees ſhould bow; You truſt what cannot help it ſelf; Statues have ſenſe as much as you. O Iſr'el in the living God Repoſe your truſt and confidence: He'll help you to ſubdue your foes; In dangers he'll be your defence. Let A'ron's houſe on God rely; To you he'll be an help and ſhield; Truſt in him, ye that fear the Lord, Whoſe care and aid will ſafety yield. He, who in ages paſt was kind, In after times will be no leſs; He th' houſe of Iſrael will ſave, The Prieſts of A'ron's houſe will bleſs, He'll bleſs all pious worſhippers, Of low as well as high degree: And largely heap his benefits On you and your poſterity. O happy ſtate! thus to be bleſt, By him that made both Earth and Heav'n: His throne in Heav'n is plac'd, the Earth In kindneſs he to Man has giv'n. The ſilent Grave cannot declare Thy wonders; nor proclaim thy praiſe: We'll now begin that bleſſed work, Which ſhall continue all our days.
PSALM CXV. [Another Metre.] LORD, not to us, but to thy Name We give the praiſe we owe; To thy free goodneſs and thy truth, Whence all our bleſſings flow. Why ſhould the Heathen ask us, Where's That God whom you adore? In Heav'n he reigns, but do's on Earth What he ordain'd before. Silver and gold their Idols are, Their worth derive from thence; With no Divinity inſpir'd, Since void of life or ſenſe. For tho' the Maker forms an Eye, A Mouth, or other Part; He cannot give them ſight or breath, Motion, or Life by art. Fond Men! with hands to make a God To which our knees ſhould bow; You truſt what cannot help it ſelf, Statues have ſenſe like you. O Iſr'el, in the living God Repoſe your confidence; To quell your foes he'll be your help, In dangers your defence. Let A'ron's houſe on him rely; He'll be your help and ſhield: All that fear God, truſt him, whoſe care And aid will ſafety yield. He, that before was kind, will be In after times no leſs; The houſe of Iſr'el he will ſave, The Prieſts of A'ron's bleſs. He'll bleſs all pious Worſhippers, Of low or high degree: And heap his benefits on you, And your poſterity. Oh happy! to be bleſt by him That made both Earth and Heav'n; His Throne's in Heav'n, the Earth to Man In kindneſs he has giv'n. The Grave thy wonders cannot ſhow, Nor celebrate thy praiſe: We'll now adore thy ſacred Name, And bleſs thee all our days.
PSALM CXVI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] Since God ſo tender a regard In ſtraits to my requeſts did give; My beſt affections he ſhall have, And beſt devotions, whilſt I live. Aſſail'd with grief and pains, that ſeem'd The ſad fore-runners of the Grave; To thee I made requeſt, O Lord, My life from threat'ning danger ſave. Nor did I cry to God in vain, Nor did his Mercy come too late; But when my skill was at a loſs, His kindneſs rais'd my low eſtate. God and thy ſelf, my Soul, enjoy In quiet reſt, freed from thy fears; Who ſav'd thy life, upheld thy ſteps, And dry'd up all thy falling tears; I ſtill ſhall live and praiſe thy Name; Thus did I ſpeak, and thus believ'd: Tho' in diſtreſs I raſhly ſaid, All Men will lye, and I'm deceiv'd. What ſhall I render to the Lord For all tha kindneſs he has ſhown? I'll humbly offer him my praiſe, And thankfully his favours own. The ſolemn payment of my vows I made to God, ſhall be my care; Who ſav'd me from approaching death, And ſhew'd my life to him was dear. By all engagements, Lord, I'm thine; Thy ſervant whom thou haſt ſet free; The very Bonds that thou haſt loos'd, Shall tie me faſter unto thee. Thankful acknowledgments I'll make And God for all his favours bleſs: I'll on his goodneſs wait, and pray To him alone in all diſtreſs. To God, in ſight of all his Saints, Religiouſly I'll pay my vows; There where they meet within his Courts, To worſhip at his holy houſe.
PSALM CXVI. [Another Metre.] GOD that ſo gracious a regard To my requeſts did give, Shall have my choiceſt love, and beſt Devotions whilſt I live. Aſſail'd with grief and pains, that ſeem'd Fore-runners of the Grave; To thee I cry'd, O Lord, my life From threat'ning danger ſave. Nor did I cry in vain, nor did God's Mercy come too late: But when my skill was at a loſe, He rais'd my low eſtate. God and thy ſelf, my Soul, enjoy Quiet and free from fears; Who ſav'd thy life, upheld thy ſteps, And dry'd up all thy tears. I ſtill ſhall live to praiſe thee; thus I ſpake and thus believ'd; Tho' once I raſhly ſaid, all Men Will lye, and I'm deceiv'd. What ſhall I render, Lord, for all The kindneſs thou haſt ſhown? Praiſes I 'll offer, and with thanks Will all thy favours own. The payment of the vows I made To God, ſhall be my care: Who ſaved me from Death, and ſhew'd My Life to him was dear. By all engagements I am thine; Thy ſervant, Lord, I 'll be; The bonds that thou haſt loos'd, ſhall tie Me faſter unto thee. I'll own with thankfulneſs, and God For all his favours bleſs; I'll on his goodneſs wait, and pray To him in all diſtreſs. Now, in the ſight of all his Saints, To God I 'll pay my vows; There where they meet within his Courts, To worſhip at his houſe.
PSALM CXVII. LET all the Nations of the World Their great Creatour praiſe; And all its ſcatt'red People join His mighty Name to raiſe. Whoſe kindneſs towards us is great, His Mercies ever ſure: Then let our praiſes, like his truth, For ever ſtill endure.
PSALM CXVIII.
O Praiſe the Lord, whom ages paſt Have known to be ſo kind; Whoſe Mercies will continue ſure, To ages ſtill behind. Let all his People, and his Prieſts, That in his houſe attend, With all that fear the Lord proclaim, His Mercies have no end. Bear thou thy part with them, my Soul, God's goodneſs to expreſs; Who heard my Pray'r, and ſet me free When I was in diſtreſs. I need not fear what Man can doe, Since God do's take my part; Defeated all my foes will be, When thou my Helper art. Much ſafer 'tis to truſt in God, Than on an Hoſt's defence: Rather in him than greateſt Kings I 'll put my confidence. All Nations round did me incloſe And more than once invade: But to deſtroy them, I was ſure, Thro' God's almighty aid. Thay quite ſurrounded me, like Bees, Their anger flam'd, like fire; But all was like a blaze of thorns, That quickly do's expire. I knew by his almighty aid I ſoon ſhould cut them ſhort; Tho' they puſh'd hard to throw me down, His help would me ſupport.
Part II I all my happineſs aſcribe To God, who made me ſtrong; And his Salvation ſtill ſhall be The ſubject of my Song. The joyful voice of triumph fills The dwellings of the juſt; His pow'r do's mighty things for them, That in his goodneſs truſt. I hope to live, and praiſe his works Ev'n to my lateſt breath: Who, tho' he has chaſtis'd me ſore, Has ſav'd me ſtill from death. Open, ye Miniſters, the Gates Which entrance do afford Into God's Courts for righteous Men, Where I will praiſe the Lord. This is the Gate that thither leads; And all the righteous throng Shall enter in my company, And hear this joyfull Song. I'll praiſe thee who haſt heard my pray'r And tho' thou waſt before My gracious God, art now become My pow'rful Saviour.
Part III. The ſtone which by the Builder's deem'd Unfit, aſide was thrown; Is choſen and preferr'ed, to be The Head and Corner ſtone. This is the Work of God alone, By us with wonder ſeen: This is the day the Lord hath made; And we'll rejoyce therein. We'll joyn our acclamations, And loud Hoſanna's ſing; Wiſhing proſperity may wait On him that is our King. Bleſt Savi'our! who from God to us On this kind Errand came; We welcome thee; and bleſs all thoſe That ſpread thy glorious Fame. Thou, Lord, haſt mercifully ſhin'd. On us, with Light and Grace; And at thine Altar we'll preſent The Sacrifice of praiſe. Thou art my God, my joyful tongue Shall ever ſing thy praiſe: Thou art my God, and I on high Thy glorious Name will raiſe. Let all with thankfulneſs proclaim, That God is good and kind; Whoſe Mercies which have been before, Good Men ſhall ever find.
PSALM CXIX.
Aleph. Part I. THrice happy are thoſe upright Men, Whoſe ways are free from blame; Who, as the Law of God directs, Their lives and manners frame. Bleſſed are they, who his Commands Unſeignedly fulfill: And to obtain God's favour, ſeek To know and doe his Will. Theſe, when they 're tempted, do not ſin, But to thy paths repair: Thou, Lord, haſt charged us to keep All thy Commands with care. O by thy Grace ſo guide my ways, Never from thine to ſwerve; Nothing ſhall ſhame my hopes, whilſt I All thy Commands obſerve. This ſignal favour ſhall excite My' unfeigned joy and praiſe, That I have learnt how good thy Laws, How righteous are thy Ways. I'll keep thy Statutes, for I ſee In this thy Will is clear; Stand by me, Lord, as I intend Herein to perſevere.
Beth. Part II. How ſhall a young man, prone to vice, Govern his Manners, Lord? By heedfull liſtning to the wiſe Directions of thy word. Sincerely I have begg'd thy Grace, O keep me cloſe to thee: I've treaſur'd up thy word, that I Might not a ſinner be, Bleſſing and Praiſe, O Lord, is due To thee, who art ſo kind: Thy Statutes give me Grace to learn, And lodge them in my mind. My high eſteem of all thy Laws, I have declar'd around: Herein my joy ſurpaſſes his, That has a Treaſure found. Oft on thy Precepts will I fix My thoughts, that I may ſee, How well with thy preſcribed Rules Of Life, my ways agree. My ſtudy on thy Statutes, Lord, And hearts delight is ſet: Thy word, which I entirely love, I never will forget.
Gimel. Part. III. Such favour to thy Servant ſhow, And ſuch defence afford; That I, preſerved from my Foes, May live and keep thy word. Open mine Eyes, that I may ſee The Wonders of thy Law: Who in my Pilgrimage, from hence Muſt Light and Comfort draw. Thy Judgments clearly to diſcern, So great my Longings are; The painfull Labours I endure, My Strength do's quite impair. Thy Curſe and thy ſevere Rebukes Follow their haughty Pride; Who from the Path of thy Commands, Perverſely turn aſide. No longer let my Innocence Suffer reproach and ſhame; Whoſe care is to obſerve thy Laws, To live without all blame. Whilſt Princes charg'd me with great Crimes, Theſe I my Study made: Thy Statutes were my Counſellours, And always made me glad.
Daleth. Part IV. Strugling for Life, forlorn I lie, And humbled to the Duſt: Revive and raiſe me up again, Who in thy Promiſe truſt. My ways and dangers I made known, And found God's kind regard; And in thy Statutes taught, ſhall find Safety for my reward. Make me to underſtand aright The way thy Precepts ſhow; Then all thy Wonders I have ſeen, Others ſhall alſo know. My heart will ſink with grief, if God His promised Strength denies: Still give me Grace t' obſerve thy Laws, Seeking no help from Lyes. By Rules of Juſtice and of Truth I've choſe my Life to frame; Cloſe to thy Teſtimonies cleav'd, Lord, put me not to ſhame. I'll run the way of thy Commands With great Alacrity; When I'm enlarged with thy joys, And from theſe ſtraits ſet free.
He. Part V. Teach me, O Lord, that way of Life Thy Statutes recommend; Never from thence will I decline, But keep it to the End. Lord, give me a diſcerning mind And knowledge of thy Will; Then what thy Sacred Laws enjoyn, I'll heartily fulfil. Lead me in thy preſcribed Path, Where my Contentment lies. Incline my heart to thy Commands, And leſs this World to prize. O turn away mine Eyes from all Vain Pleaſures here in view; That in God's way I may perſiſt, His Favour to purſue. Make good thy word to him, that is Devoted to thy Fear: And the reproach I dread divert, Whoſe Judgments gracious are. Thou ſee'ſt, O Lord, the ſervent zeal I for thy Precepts have. Revive me for thy Promiſe ſake, And from theſe Troubles ſave.
Vau. Part VI. Thy Mercy, oft to me engag'd, And Faithfulneſs advance; And let me feel their good effects In my deliverance. So ſhall I ſilence thoſe who would My Piety diſgrace: I'm not too bold, when in God's Word My Confidence I place. Which faithfull word may I ne'er be Diſheartened to aſſert; Who truſt the Righteous Judge will give His Sentence on my part. Then I thy Laws with greater care Obſerve for ever will: And ſerve thee freely, for I ſeek Thy Precepts to fulfil. Thy Teſtimonies before Kings To own I'll not forbear; But theſe, as the beſt Rule of Life, Boldly to all declare. By my delight in thy Commands My Love to them I'll ſhew: By practice to their Study joyn'd, I'll ſhow my Love is true.
Zain. Part VII. Thy word on which my hopes rely, Lord, to remembrance call: This has great Troubles on me brought, But cheers me under all. When mine inſulting Foes have made My Truſt in thee their ſcorn, Yet have I not declin'd thy Laws, Tho' never ſo forlorn. I call'd to mind how God of old, By Good men's trials, made Them and his Power better known, And this my Grief allay'd. But Horrour seiz'd me, when the Crimes Of wicked Men I ſaw; And what ſad Judgments would befall, Such as forſook thy Law. My wandrings up and down, had ſeem'd More troubleſome and long; But that I thought upon thy Love, And made thy Laws my Song. I call'd to mind how true and good God was, whilſt others ſlept: A Quiet cheerfull mind I had, For I thy Precepts kept.
Cheth. Part VIII. Thou art my Portion, and thy word I'll keep like precious ſtore: Thy Grace and Mercy there engag'd, I earneſtly implore. My former wandrings I review'd; And then without delay, Reſolv'd to change my courſe, and turn Into thy ſafer way. By wicked Troops I've been beſet, And ſtript of all I had; But did not ſeek to be reveng'd By means thy Law forbad. At midnight I will wake and riſe When others are aſleep, To praiſe thee for thoſe righteous Laws, By thee I'm taught to keep. They're my Companions, who expreſs Tow'ards God religious Fear; All that with care thy Precepts keep, To me are truly dear. Such is thy kindneſs, all the Earth Thy Bleſſings largely fill: To ſerve thee as I ought, I beg Thou wouldſt inſtruct me ſtill.
Teth. Part IX. Thou haſt been faithful, Lord, and I Great Bleſſings have receiv'd; Give me a lively ſenſe and taſt Of what I have believ'd. Whilſt I was proſp'erous, from thy paths Too ſoon I turn'd aſide; But by thy Chaſtiſements reduc'd, Thy Precepts were my Guide. Thou Lord art in thy Nature good, And doſt all good afford: By thy wiſe Methods, make me more Obedient to thy word. Proud Men 'gainſt me have ſpar'd no pains A curſed Lye t' invent; Who by ſtrict keeping of thy Laws, Shall prove I'm innocent. Whilſt groſſer Pleaſures dull their ſenſe, God's Law is my delight: Happy afflictions have me taught, Thy Precepts not to ſlight. Such Excellencies in thy Law Pronounc'd from Heav'n, appear; The Wealth a Kingdom do's contain Is not to me ſo dear.
Iod. Part X. I am the Workmanſhip thy hands Have faſhioned and made; More of thy Will I'd know, that thou May'ſt be the more obey'd. To ſee me from theſe Troubles free'd, All good men will be glad: And truſt thy faithfull word, on which I my dependance had. I know thy Judgments righteous are, And all my Troubles-juſt: Lord, let thy Mercy comfort me, For in thy Word I truſt. My life, whoſe ruine's daily ſought, Let thy Compaſſions ſave: Who in obeying thy Commands The higheſt Pleaſure have. Confound the proud, who would with lyes And falſhood me oppreſs: But I will ſtudy and obſerve Thy Precepts ſtill no leſs. Let thoſe that fear the Lord, and know Their Duty, take my part: Nothing ſhall ſhame me, whilſt I am Sound and upright in heart.
Caph. Part XI. I faint thro' long deſire and hope Thy word fulfill'd to ſee In my Deliverance; and cry out, When wilt thou comfort me? Like parched Skins hang'd in the Smoak, So grief has ſhrivell'd mine; Yet do I not thy Statutes, Lord, Forget, much leſs decline. My days conſume apace, why then Doſt thou delay ſo long, T' inflict due Puniſhments on thoſe That do me utmoſt wrong. By treach'rous ways thy Law forbids, My ruine they purſue. Save me from thoſe, who are as falſe, As thy Commands are true. My Life was ready juſt to fall A Prey to bloody hands; Yet to eſcape, I would not balk The way of thy Commands. Raiſe me from this forlorn Eſtate; My Life in mercy ſpare: Then I thy Teſtimonies, Lord, Will keep with greater care.
Lamed. Part XII. For ever like the Heav'ns, Lord, Thy word is ſetled faſt: As firmly as the Earth, thy Truth Do's to all Ages laſt. Theſe all in their appointed courſe Continue to this Day: And all like ready Servants ſtand Thine Orders to obey. Had not thy Truth been my ſupport, Thy Law been my delight; Under the preſſure of my woes, I'had ſunk and periſh'd quite. Thy good Commands I'll ne'er forget, Which have reviv'd me ſtill: O ſave me who am thine, and ſeek To know and do thy Will. Vile men to ruine me, have long Watch'd for a fit pretence: But I'll keep cloſe to thy Commands, As to my beſt Defence. Perfections here have narrow bounds, Whoſe End we oft out-live: But thy wiſe Laws have large extent, And laſting Pleaſures give.
Mem. Part XIII. O how I love thy Law, it is My daily exerciſe; By thoughts and talk of this, I make My ſelf and others wiſe. Thro' thy Commandments, which before Mine Eyes I ever ſet, I'm wiſer than my Foes, and all Their ſubtil Arts defeat. My Teachers I excel in Skill, 100 Old men in Judgment deep; Becauſe thy Laws my ſtudy are, And I thy Precepts keep. I have not made a wicked way The means t'obtain my End; For I reſolv'd againſt thy word Not wilfully t' offend. Thy Judgments I have not declin'd, Nor, wrong'd, did right o'er-paſs: Juſt Precepts I had learn'd, and knew That God their Authour was. Honey no ſweetneſs do's afford, Like what thy words create. From thence I learn the flattering ſweets Of every Sin to hate.
Nun. Part XIV. Thy word is to my Life a Guide, Unto my Paths a Light: Thy juſt Decrees as I have ſworn, I'll keep with all my Might. My Sufferings are great; to me Thy comforts, Lord, afford; And raiſe me from this ſad Eſtate, According to thy word. The free-will Off'rings of my mouth, My Pray'rs and Praiſes own: To ſerve thee better, Lord, thy Will Still more to me make known. I went in danger of my Life, Such ſnares the wicked laid; Yet did I not forget thy Law, Nor from thy Precepts ſtray'd. I'had rather ſtill be poor, than from Thy Teſtimonies part: Theſe are mine Heritage; the Joy And Comfort of mine heart. My heart's inclin'd, and to perform Thy Statutes I intend; What e'er I loſe by't, I will hold This courſe unto the End.
Samech. Part XV. Thy Law I love, but all leud craft And double-dealing hate: And truſting in thy faithful word, For thy Protection wait. Ye wicked doers that corrupt The World, depart from me: From faithfull ſerving of my God, No hind'rance you ſhall be. Thy Word is paſs'd t'uphold my Life, Do not my hopes expoſe: Thy Laws I'll more reſpect, when ſet In ſafety from my Foes. Thou'rt wont to tread down thoſe, that from Thy Statutes go aſtray; Their crafty Arts to them will prove A falſe and cheating way. Such wicked men out of the Land Like droſs thou wilt remove; Therefore I better like, and more Thy Teſtimonies Love. The ſenſe of thy juſt vengeance, Lord, Fills me with fear and awe: I dread the Judgments that will ſeize All that contemn thy Law.
Ain. Part XVI. That I have done what's juſt and right, My Foes muſt needs confeſs: Leave me not in their hands, whoſe rage Knows only how t' oppreſs. Be thou my ſurety, leſt the proud To ruine me prevail: If my deliv'rance be delay'd, My tired hopes will fail. In Mercy deal with me, and ſince To thee I ſervice owe; Teach me thy Statutes, and thy Will To me more fully ſhow. It's time Good men ſhould act for God, As well as he appear; When wicked men reject his Law, And ſin without all fear. This ſtirs my Zeal, and makes me more All his Commands to prize; And, in compare with them them, the World And all its Wealth deſpiſe. Hence every Precept I approve For my Direction beſt: But unjuſt Courſes, and baſe Arts I utterly deteſt.
Pe. Part XVII. With greateſt care I keep thy Laws, Whoſe wonders ſtrike mine Eyes: The Entrance of thy word's a Light, And makes the ſimple wiſe. The fuller knowledge of thy Will I eagerly purſu'd; And as my Pleaſure did increaſe, My longings were renew'd. Oh let thy dealings towards me And Mercy be the ſame, Thou uſeſt to expreſs to thoſe Who love and fear thy Name. Order my goings in thy word, And my Director be; Then no Iniquity ſhall gain Dominion over me. Thy Precepts I'll obſerve, when plac'd Out of th' Oppreſſors reach: With favour on thy Servant ſhine, And me thy Statutes teach. I ſee how Sinners break thy Laws By bold Impieties; This makes me to lament, and floods Of Tears o'er-flow mine Eyes.
Tſaddi. Part XVIII. Thy Nature, Lord, and thy Commands Exactly do agree: Holy, and juſt, and true thou art, And ſuch thy Precepts be. This ſets my Zeal on fire, and makes Mine Indignation riſe; To ſee my Foes forget thy Words, And thy juſt Laws deſpiſe. I love thy word becauſe it's pure, And free from all deceit: Tho' I'm deſpis'd and ſmall; my care To keep thy Laws is great. Thy juſtice and fidelity Ne're change or have an end: Thy Law's the Truth, on which we may With certain Faith depend. When I was brought into great ſtraits And ſore oppreſt with grief; I thought on thy Commands, and found Great comfort and relief. Thy ways are ever true and juſt; This wiſdom to me give, By them to order all my ways; And happy I ſhall live.
Koph. Part XIX. To thee, O Lord, I loudly cry'd, Hear and deliver me; Thy Teſtimonies, when I'm ſav'd, Better obſerv'd ſhall be. My cries, to mind thee of thy word, Prevent the morning Light. On this I meditate before The watches of the Night. Hear me, O Lord, as thou art kind, Of which ſure proofs I have; And, as thou judgeſt beſt, my Life They ſeek to ruine, ſave. For they on miſchievous Deſigns Againſt me bent draw near; Who're far from care to keep thy Law, And ſtrangers to thy Fear. My comfort is, for my defence Thou, Lord, art nearer ſtill; And all th' Engagements of thy word Wilt faithfully fulfil. I've known of old, what thou declar'ſt To be thy Will, ſtands faſt; And t' all that do thereon depend, Shall be perform'd at laſt.
Reſh. Part XX. See my ſad Caſe, and plead my Cauſe, And ſet me free, O Lord: Who'm mindfull of thy Law, and truſt For ſafety on thy Word. From wicked Men that diſregard God's Laws, his help is far. Great are thy Mercies; quicken me After thy wonted care. Many are my malicious Foes; Yet do I not decline Thy Teſtimonies, nor will ſeek Their Death, as they do mine. It moves indeed my grief, to ſee How boldly men tranſgreſs: Who, what thy Word commands, contemn, What it forbids no leſs. Conſider what unfeigned Love I to thy Precepts bear: Preſerve my Life, O Lord, and ſhow That I to thee am dear. Thy Promiſes have ever been Fulfill'd in Ages paſt: And thy declared Will ſhall be Perform'd, whilſt time do's laſt.
Schin. Part XXI. Princes purſue me without Cauſe, But my great fear is this, Leſt, by tranſgreſſing thy Commands, Thy favour I ſhould miſs. When I beheld the promis'd good Thy faithfull Word contains; He joys not more, who richeſt ſpoils After a Conqueſt gains. Lyes and Deceit I hate, but love Honeſt and upright ways. Thy righteous Judgments ſhall excite. Seven times a Day my praiſe. Thoſe Men are crown'd with inward Peace Who thy Commandments love; And no Temptations unto Sin, To them a Scandal prove. I, in my Straits, from thee alone Deliv'rance did expect; And for my Safety onely did, What thy Commands direct. My Soul do's all thy Precepts keep, And Teſtimonies prize; For all my Actions naked are To thy All-ſeeing Eyes.
Tau. Part XXII. Admit my earneſt Suit, who now To thee for wiſdom pray. Thy promiſed Deliverance No longer, Lord, delay. I'll praiſe thee, that, by thee inform'd, Thy Laws I've underſtood: Loudly proclaim, that all thou'ſt ſaid, Is faithfully made good. O let thy Hand, in my weak State, lt's Succours to me reach: For help, no other Courſe I'll take, But what thy Precepts teach. Of thy aſſur'd Salvation I long to have a ſight; Tho', whilſt: thou'rt pleaſed to delay, Thy Law's ſtill my delight. Save and revive me in theſe Straits, That I thy Praiſe may ſing: And let thy Judgments on my Foes, The help I look for bring. Like a loſt ſheep I've gone aſtray, But now, to thee I come: Thy Precepts I reſolve t'obey. Lord, bring thy Servant home.
PSALM CXX. TO God, whoſe Care I've ever been, in my diſtreſs I cry'd; He heard me then, and ſo prevents My fears to be deny'd. Lord, ſave me from'deceitfull Lips; No credit may they gain: Which by falſe Tales mine Innocence, Dear as my Life, would ſtain. Hope not, falſe Tongue, by forgeries To get me in thy Pow'r: Veng'ance ſhall pierce thee like a Dart, Like burning Coals devour. Ah! woe is me, forc'd to bewail A tedious Baniſhment From mine own Country, and a Life 'Mong barb'rous People ſpent. Too long I've dwelt with thoſe that hate Peace and a friendly Life: I plead for Peace; they zealous are Onely for war and ſtrife.
PSALM CXXI. I'll lift mine Eyes unto the Hills, And thence will look for aid. Depend on God alone for help; Both Heav'n and Earth he made. He will ſuſtain thy weaker Pow'rs With his Almighty Arm: And keep thee with unwearied care, From all ſurprizing harm. The Lord's Protection like a ſhade, Will be thy ſure Defence: Nor Sun nor Moon ſhall hurt thee with Malignant influence. From harm thy Body he'll protect, Preſerve thy Soul from Sin; Will proſper thy Deſigns abroad, And bleſs thy coming in.
PSALM CXXII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] TWas no ſmall Joy, many to hear, With devout forwardneſs cxpreſs Their Longings, to approach God's houſe, To worſhip, and his Name to bleſs. We need not travel farther, than Where fair Jeruſalem do's lie: A City to be envied for Its Order and its Unity. Thither the Tribes by God's Command Go up, and all their Off'rings bring; And there before his Ark they own His favours, and his praiſes ſing. There are the Seats of Juſtice plac'd, And Thrones for David's Family: Pray that her Peace may be prolong'd, And proſp'rous all that love her be. May Peace ſtill make thee ſefe within, No Foes without thy Walls ſurround; And may thy quiet Palaces With plenty of good things abound. To wiſh thee happy I'm engag'd By ties of Friendſhip and of Blood; God's Houſe and true Religion, Oblige me more to ſeek thy good.
PSALM CXXIII. O Thou that in a Glorious Throne Art plac'd above the Skies: To thee for Succour I direct Mine heart, and lift mine Eyes. No Servant by his Lord chaſtis'd With more Submiſſion ſtands; Nor maids with greater Duty wait Their Miſtreſſes Commands: Than we that juſtly undergo The Diſcipline of God, Wait for a mercifull Releaſe, When he'll remove his Rod. Have mercy, Lord, on us whoſe hope In thy Compaſſion lies; And, Whom inſultlng Foes do ſcorn, Lord, do not thou deſpiſe. For our depreſt Eſtate, now gives Advantage to their pride; And they who live in Wealth and Eaſe, Our Miſeries deride.
PSALM CXXIV. HAD not the Lord our Cauſe eſpous'd His People now may ſay: Had not the Lord engag'd his Pow'r To ſuccour us that Day, When wicked Men, with cruel Wrath Inflam'd, againſt us roſe: Too feeble all our Pow'rs had been Their Fury to oppoſe. To their devouring Jaws, our Life Had been an eaſie Prey: Their rage, like an impetuous ſtream, Had ſwept us quite away. Bleſt be the Lord, who choſe this way His Mercy to enhance; Then, when our Dangers loudeſt call'd, To ſend Deliverance. We lay like poor intangled Birds, Caught in the Eowler's net: God's Pow'r has broke their ſnares, and we At Liberty are ſet. Since all our help lies in his Name, That Earth and Heaven made: Our future Hopes ſhall all depend On his Almighty Aid.
PSALM CXXV. [As the 100 Pſalm.] THey that in God their Confidence Repoſe, and him their Fortreſs make, Remain unmov'd like Sion's Mount, Which Storms and Tempeſts never ſhake. Jeruſalem with Hills begirt, Great Safety gains from this Defence: Good men much more from Angels guard, And God's ſurrounding Providence. The wicked's Pow'r ſhall not too long Oppreſs the Good, and vex their Peace; Leſt the Temptation prove ſo ſtrong, They imitate their Wickedneſs. Bleſs thoſe that are ſincerely good; And when thy Vengeance ſhall come down, Rebellious Sinners to deſtroy; Then, Lord, with Peace the righteous crown.
PSALM CXXV. [Another Metre.] THey that repoſe their truſt in God, And him their Fortreſs make, Remain unmov'd, like Sion's Mount, Which Tempeſts never ſhake. Jeruſalem with Hills begirt, Is ſafe by this Defence; Good men are more ſecure from God's Surrounding Providence. The wickeds Pow'r ſhall not too long Oppreſs and vex their Peace; Leſt, thro' diſcouragement, they prove Like them in wickedneſs. Bleſs all the truly good; and when Thy vengeance ſhall come down Proud Sinners to deſtroy; then, Lord, With Peace the Righteous crown.
PSALM. CXXVI. [As the 100 Pſalm.] WHen God from Bondage ſet us free, It ſeem'd a ſtrange and pleaſant dream: Then was our Mouth with Laughter fill'd, To tell this News was all our Theam. This great and unexpected change, Forced the Heathens to confeſs The wonders of that Day; let us The ſame with greater joy expreſs. Great are thy Mercies ſhown to us: Lord, perfect what thou haſt begun; 'T will be like welcome ſhow'rs to ground That's parched with the ſcorching Sun. We wait with Patience, Lord, till thou All needfull Bleſſings do'ſt reſtore; And hope our former Tears will make Our after-joys to be the more. So he that in prepared ground His ſcattered Seed in ſadneſs leaves, Will ſhout at Harveſt, when he ſees That Seed become a Load of ſheaves.
PSALM CXXVI. [Another Metre.] WHen God redeem'd our captive State, It ſeem'd a pleaſant Dream; Our Mouth was fill'd with Laughter, then, And Joy was all our Theam. This mercy ſo unlook'd for mov'd The Heathens to confeſs The wonders of that Day; let us With Joy the ſame expreſs. Great are thy Mercies ſhown to us, Lord, perfect what's begun: 'T will be like welcome Show'rs to ground Parch'd with the ſcorching Sun. We wait with Patience, Lord, till thou All good to us reſtore: And hope our former Tears will make Our after-joys the more. So he that Seed in ground prepar'd By ſcatt'red handfulls leaves, Will ſhout at Harveſt, when that Seed Becomes a Load of ſheaves.
PSALM CXXVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] UNleſs God proſper it, all coſt And pains to build an Houſe is loſt. Unleſe the Lord the City keep, The watchfull Guards as well may ſleep. Your Labours with the riſing Sun Begin, and laſt when Day is done: T' avoid that Poverty you dread, With carefulneſs you eat your Bread. But all in vain: if by Heav'n bleſt, You may enjoy both wealth and reſt: A numerous Race and fruitfull Womb, As God's reward to Goodneſs come. Their Parents Strength and Glory are, Like Arrows to a Man of War: Well furniſhed with theſe Supplies, A Man may dare his Enemies.
PSALM CXXVIII. BLeſt is the man, whoſe fear of God Is by obedience ſhown: Plenty thy Labours ſhall reward, And good Succeſs ſhall crown. Thy fruitfull wife, like a fair Vine, With Cluſters ſhall abound; Whoſe Children like green Olive-plants, Thy Table ſhall ſurround. Such Bleſſings to thy Houſe ſhall fall, When Ggd's thy chiefeſt fear: Thou in the Publick joy and good: Shalt have the greateſt ſhare. A Numerous Race from thee deriv'd. Thy lengthned Age ſhall ſee; And, the great wiſh of all good men, The Land's Proſperity.
PSALM CXXIX. WE that are Iſra'lites may ſay, Ev'n from our Infant-ſtate, Many our Enemies have been, And our Afflictions great. Tho' brought into great ſtraits, our foes, Thro' God's preſerving care, Our Extirpation cannot boaſt, We ſtill his People are. Severely ſcourged we have been, Deep marks whereof we bear: As in plough'd ground, upon our backs Long furrows do appear. But God is juſt, who has at length The wicked's Power broke; And all the Bands aſunder cut Of their Tyrannick Yoke. Never may thoſe that Sion hate Better Succeſſes meet; But failing ſtill in their attempts, Be forced to retreat. May their deſigns wither like greens On ruin'd Houſes Top: Which every Mower diſregards, Expecting thence no Crop. None that paſs by congratulate Their hopes with wiſh'd Succeſs: Nor th' Harveſt pray'r on theſe beſtow, "May Heav'n your Labours bleſs.
PSALM CXXX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] PLung'd into Depths of Miſery, To God I rais'd my fervent Cry: Lord, lend to me a gracious Ear, Not ſunk ſo low but thou canſt hear. Should'ſt thou againſt each evil deed In ſtrict Severity proceed; By Merit, without Mercy, try'd, None could be clear'd and juſtify'd. But thou forgiveneſs doſt proclaim, That men may turn, and fear thy Name. To thy rich Grace? O Lord, we fly, And on thy Promiſes rely. I'm more impatient of thy ſtay, Than Guards, for ſlow approach of Day. O therefore let the good and juſt In God alone repoſe their truſt. The frailty of our State he knows; His plenteous Mercy ever flows. To humble Souls he gracious is, And pardons what they've done amiſs
PSALM CXXX. [Another Metre.] Plung'd into Depths of Miſery, To God I rais'd my Cry: Thou canſt, when ſunk ſo low, ſtill hear: Lend then a gracious Ear. If thou againſt each evil Deed Severely ſhouldſt proceed; By Merit, without Mercy, try'd, None could be juſtify'd. But thou forgiveneſs doſt proclaim, That men may fear thy Name. To thy rich Grace, O Lord, we fly, And on thy Word rely. I'm more impatient of thy ſtay, Than Guards for break of Day. O therefore let the Good and Juſt, In God repoſe their Truſt. The Frailty of our State he knows, His mercy freely flows. To humble Souls he gracious is, Pard'ning what's done amiſs.
PSALM CXXXI. LORD, I have no aſpiring thoughts, Nor Eyes that lofty are; Nor meddle with the things advance'd Above my lower Sphere. But humble and reſign'd I lie Compos'd to ſilent reſt; I like a Child behave my ſelf, Wean'd from his Mothers breaſt. Let pious Souls no more admire, The World's deceitfull ſhows; But with an undiſturbed mind, In God their truſt repoſe.
PSALM CXXXII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
REmember all the Troubles, Lord, And Cares that David did moleſt: His pious Zeal by ſolemn Oath And ſacred Vow, to God expreſt. That he'd not come into his Houſe, Nor Sleep his weary Eyes ſhould cloſe; Till he had firſt found out a place, Convenient for the Ark's repoſe. The place by God deſign'd, we've found In ſhady Woods of Ephrata: We'll go into his ſacred Tents, And proſtrate at his Foot-ſtool, pray. Ariſe, O Lord, and where thine Ark, The token of thy Preſence, reſts; Together may thy Glory come, Together ſtay like welcome Gueſts. May thoſe that at thine Altar wait, Be ever cloath'd with righteouſneſs: That both may triumph in thy Love, Saints that are bleſt, and Prieſts that bleſs. Lord, for thy Servant David's ſake, And thine own Promiſe to him made; The Pray'rs of thine Anointed hear, And with thy Favour make him glad.
Part II. The Lord to David ſwarean Oath, (With equal Truth 'twasſaid and done) One of thy Race, when thou ſhalt ceaſe To reign, ſhall ſit upon thy Throne. And if thy Children will obſerve My Precepts with religious Care; Their Children ſhall not want a Throne To ſit upon, nor that an Heir. 13 For Sion's the beloved Hill, Seat of their Kings and of their God: Here is my place of fixed reſt, My Houſe of glorious abode. Her ſtores with plenty ſhall be fill'd, Her poor I'll ſatisfy with Food; Her Prieſts defend, and all ſhall hear The ſhouts and triumphs of the Good. Still David's Regal pow'r ſhall ſpring Afreſh, in his Succeſſours, there; And ſpread the Luſtre of his Name, Till the great promis'd King appear. Cover'd with ſhame, his Foes ſhall ſee All their Devices overthrown: But I decree his glorious Head Shall wear a never-fading Crown.
PSALM CXXXIII. [As the 100 Pſalm.] O Bleſt Societies on Earth, Reſembling that of Heav'n above; Where Brethren peacefully unite, In ſweet accord and hearty Love. It's like the precious Ointment pour'd On A aron's conſecrated Head; Which firſt ran down his Face, and thence Unto his coſtly Veſture ſpread. Like Dews that viſit every Hill; Or as the fruitfull Show'rs of Rain; Tho' firſt on higher Grounds they fall, Deſcend, and water all the Plain. None can expreſs the Joys that meet, Where Love and Amity abound: Their Souls are fill'd with inward Peace, Their proſp'rous State with bleſſing crown'd.
PSALM CXXXIII. [Another Metre.] O Happy Companies on Earth Reſembling Heav'n above; Where Brethren peacefully unite In ſweet Accord and Love. It's like the precious Ointment pour'd Upon the High-prieſt's Head; Which firſt ran down his Beard, and thence T'his coſtly Garments ſpread. Like Dews that viſit every Hill, Or fruitfull Show'rs of Rain; Tho' firſt on higher Grounds they fall, Thence water all the Plain. None can expreſs the Joys that meet, Where mutual Love is found; Their Souls are fill'd with inward Peace, Their State with bleſſing crown'd.
PSALM CXXXIV. [As the 100 Pſalm.] YE Servants of th' Eternal Lord, Who early at his Temple wait, And there your late attendance give; See that his Name ye celebrate. And, as that Holy place requires, Pure hands in your Devotions raiſe; To all your other Off' rings joyn The gratefull Sacrifice of Praiſe. God, the great Maker of the World, As great in Goodneſs as in Pow'r, Give gracious Anſwerd to thy Pray'rs, And bleſe his People every Hour.
PSALM CXXXIV. [Another Metre.] YE Servants of the Lord above, Who at his Temple wait; See that before the riſing Sun His Name ye celebrate. And in that Holy place, pure hands In your Devotions raiſe; To all your other Off' rings joyn The Sacrifice of Praiſe. The Lord that made the World, as great In Goodneſs as in Pow'r; Give ear to thy requeſts, and bleſs His People every Hour.
PSALM CXXXV.
YE Servants of th' Almighty Lord, That Heav'n and Earth did frame: Who at his Houſe and Altar wait, Praiſe ye his Glorious Name. O let the Goodneſs of the Lord, Your beſt Affections raiſe; Your inward Pleaſure will increaſe Together with your Praiſe. Ye Iſra'elites have greateſt cauſe To praiſe him and rejoyce; You that are dearer unto God; His Treaſure and his Choice. In him do all Perfections meet, His greatneſs knows no bound; What e'er by other Gods is claimed, In him alone is found. His Pow'r created all at firſt, His Pleaſure rules them ſtill; His uncontrolled mind the Heav'n, The Earth and Seas fulfil. By undiſcerned Force he makes The Vapours to ariſe, Which frame the Clouds, where Fire unquench'd Mingled with Water lies. From thence the dreadfull lightnings burſt, And rains are poured down; He brings his boiſt'rous winds and ſtorms From Treaſuries unknown, He the firſt-born of man and beaſt At once in Egypt ſlew; Whoſe King and Court by fearfull plagues His wond'rous Power knew.
Part II. He ſmote great Nations, and ſlew Kings That Potent Sceptres ſway'd; Sihon and Og 'mong theſe for War The greateſt Figure made. All Can'an's Kingdoms too, at laſt With all their Kings, he ſmote: Whoſe rich and pleaſant Land became Our Heritage and Lot. Supported by ſuch glorions Works, Thy Fame can never die; But thy Memorial ſhall endure To all Eternity. Tho' God's offending People may Under oppreſſion mourn: He'll take their part, and all his wrath Shall into kindneſs turn. The Heathen Idols Silver are, Or Gold at beſt, and thence Derive their worth, but are no Gods, Since void of Life or Senſe. For tho' the Maker forns an Eye, A Mouth or other part: He cannot give them Sight or Breath, Motion or Life by Art. Fond men! with hands to make a God, To which our Knees ſhould bow; You truſt what cannot help it ſelf, Statues have Senſe like you. O Houſe of Iſr'ael, bleſs the Lord, Ye Prieſts his praiſe proclaim: Bleſs him ye Levites, and let all That fear him do the ſame. 21 From Sion may his Songs of praiſe Sound forth with ſweet accord; He in this Holy City dwells, O praiſe this Higheſt Lord.
PSALM CXXXV. [Another Metre.] [As the 148 Pſalm.]
YE Servants of the Lord, That Heav'n and Earth did frame; Who at his Altar wait, Praiſe ye his Glorious Name. His Goodneſs do's To this invite; His praiſe will give The beſt delight. Ye Iſr'aelites are bound Greatly your God to bleſs; Who unto Jacob did Such ſpecial Love expreſs: Whoſe Children ſtill To God are dear; His Treaſure and Peculiar care. In him all Glories meet, His Greatneſs knows no bound; What other Gods do claim, In him alone is found. Who as at firſt He all things made; Still rules o'er all, By all obey'd. All things in Heav'n above Are ſubject to his Will; The Earth and Seas below His pleaſure do fulfil. At his Command From the World's End, Vapours to frame The Clouds aſcend. The dreadfull Flaſhes thence Of pointed Lightnings fly; Thoſe Fires remain unquench'd, Tho' mix'd with Rains they lie. He brings forth Winds That loudly blow, From Treaſuries Which none can know.
Part II. He the Firſt-born of Man And Beaſt in Egypt ſlew: Whoſe King and Court by plagues His wond'rous Power knew. Great Nations then And Kings he ſmote; Sihon and Og Of greateſt note. The Fate of Can'an's Kings And Kingdoms was the ſame, All conquer'd; and their Land Our Heritage became. Thy Name and thy Memorial, For ever, Lord, Continue ſhall. Tho' God's own People may Suffer, when they offend; At laſt their Sorrows will In their Salvation end: He'll take the part Of thoſe that mourn; And all his wrath To kindneſs turn. The Heathen Idols are Of vile Materials made: Tho' by Man's Art with Gold Or Silver overlaid. He forms a Mouth, An Eye or Ear Which cannot ſpeak, Nor ſee, nor hear. Fond men! to what their hands Have made, their Knees to bend; Much more to truſt in what Cannot it ſelf defend: Brutes that have Life Are better for; You without Senſe Like Statues are. O Iſr'ael bleſs the Lord; Ye Prieſts his praiſe proclaim; Let Levi's Houſe, and all That fear him do the ſame. From Sion ſing With one accord; There God reſides, Praiſe ye the Lord.
PSALM CXXXVI. [As the 148 Pſalm.] GIve thanks unto the Lord, Who is ſo kind and good; Whoſe Mercies firmly laſt, As they have ever ſtood. To this great King All Gods do bow, Angels above And Pow'rs below. His works our wonder raiſe; The Heav'ns his wiſdom made; And he th' outſtretched Earth Above the Waters laid? He made the Sun The Day's great Light▪ The Moon and Stars To rule the Night. Egypt's Firſt-born he ſmote And by his pow'rfull Hand He brake off Iſr'ael's Yoke, And brought them from that Land. His Mercies ſhown To Ages paſt, Eternally Shall ſpring and laſt. The parted Sea made way For Iſrael to paſs; There the purſuing Hoſt Of Phar'oh drowned was. His People through The Deſert led By Miracles Were daily fed. Kings that oppos'd their way; Sihon and Og he ſmote; And made their fruitfull Land Fall to his Peoples Lot. His Mercies ſhown To Ages paſt, Eternally Shall ſpring and laſt. He ſav'd us when our State Was low and ſore oppreſt; Food to all fleſh he gives, The God of Heav'n be bleſt, Whoſe Mercies ſhown To Ages paſt, Eternally Shall ſpring and laſt.
PSALM CXXXVI. [Another Metre.][As the 113 Pſalm.]
REnder, and oft your thanks repeat To God who is as Good as Great: To every Age his Meroy's ſure. To him your chearfull Praiſes ſing, Whom Angels worſhip as their King: Wheſe Mercy always do's endure. To him, whom higheſt Princes own, By low proſtrations at his Throne: To every Age his Merey's ſure. To him, whoſe wond'rous Works declate His Pow'r to be beyond compare: Whoſe Mercy always do's endure. His Wiſdom, when the Heav'ns you view, Their Brightneſs and their Order ſhew: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. To him, who laid the Seas below The Earth, which they can ne'er o'erflow: Whoſe Mercy always do's endure. To him, who out of Night's dull ſhade, To cheer the World, great Lights has made: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. The Sun, that gives us quick'ning heat, And Light, out Labours to compleat: His Mercy always do's endure. The Moon and Stars, when down we lie For our Repoſe, its place ſupply: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. To him, who by a Vengeance due, All the Firſt-born in Egypt ſlew: Whofe Mercy always do's endure. Then Iſr'el, whom they long detain'd In cruel Bondage, freedom gain'd: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. All this by a ſtrong hand was done, A Pow'r none could reſiſt or ſhun: His Mercy always do's endure.
Part II. When after this, fear ſeiz'd their hearts, The Red-ſea ſevered into parts: To every Age his Mercy's ſure, And like a Wall on either hand, Till they paſs through, the Waters ſtand: His Mercy always do's endure. Here hardened Phar'oh and his Hoſt That follow'd them, were ſunk and loſt: To every Ate his Mercy's ſure. His People, thro' the Deſart led, By Miracles were daily fed: His Mercy always do's endure. He ſmote great Kings, that did withſtand Their paſſage to the promis'd Land: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. Tho' fam'd for proweſs, they could gain No Victories, but all were ſlain: His Mercy always do's endure. Sihon, for War of greateſt note, King of fierce Amorites, he ſmote: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. And Baſhan's Tyrant Og o'ercame, For height, a Gyant of great Name: His Mercy always do's endure. To give their Land he did engage For a perpetual Heritage: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. This Heritage fell to our Lot Who had not then our God forgot: Whoſe Mercy always do's endure. Who pity'd our ſed State, when Sin, Might have thrown out, whom he brought in: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. And when ſubdu'd, oft heard our Cries, And ſav'd us from our Enemies: His Mercy always do's endure. He ſatisfies all fleſh with food; All Creatures wants ſupplies with good: To every Age his Mercy's ſure. Then with the higheſt Notes of Praiſe: Our thanks to Heav'n's great God let's raiſe: Whoſe Mercy always do's endure. To thee O Father, to the Son, And Holy Ghoſt, bleſt Three in one, Whom we as God alone adore; Glory that was of old be giv'n, By all on Earth, and all in Heav'n, Now, and till Time ſhall be no more.
PSALM CXXXVII. [At the 100 Pſalm.] AS by Euphrates Streams we ſat, Reflecting on our Miſeries, And Sion call'd to mind; that thought A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes. Silence became our Sorrows beſt, And ſo our Harps remain'd unſtrung; And ſince our Joys were at an End, Neglected on the Willows hung. Then thoſe who laid our Cities waſte, Whoſe inſlav'd Captives now we were, To entertain their Mirth, requir'd One of our Temple-ſongs to hear. How can we in this Exile State, (Our Hearts, as our Condition, ſad) Anthems of Praiſes to our God Sing, onely for to make you glad? No; rather than profane thy Songs, Or I my Harp employ ſo ill, Whilſt Sion mourns; may my right hand Be quite benumb'd, or loſe its skill. Whom we as God alone adore; Glory that was of old be giv'n By all on Earth, and all in Heav'n, Now, and till Time ſhall be no more.
PSALM CXXXVII. [At the 100 Pſalm.] AS by Euphrates Streams we ſat, Reflecting on our Miſeries, And Sion call'd to mind; that thought A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes, Silence became our Sorrows beſt, And ſo our Harps remain'd unſtrung; And ſince our Joys were at an End, Neglected on the Willows hung. Then thoſe who laid our Cities waſte, Whoſe inſlav'd Captives now we were, To entertain their Mirth, requir'd One of our Temple-ſongs to hear. How can we in this Exile State, (Our Hearts, as our Condition, ſad) Anthems of Praiſes to our God Sing, onely for to make you glad? Nor rather than profane thy Songs, Or I my Harp employ ſo ill, Whilſt sion mourns; may my right hand Be quite benumb'd, or loſe its skill. May I be dumb and find no voice, (Unleſs thy ruines to deplore) And find no Joy; It's all proſane, Till God Jeruſalom reſtore. Forget not then th'accurſed Race Of Edom, Lord, who without pity, Rejoyeing o'er its ruines, cry'd, "Raſe the Foundations of the City. Nor boaſt too much proud Babylon, whoſe turn to be deſtroy'd do's haſts; O may he proſper, who repays What's done to us, and lays thee waſte. Bleſt Hand! that from their Mother's breaſts Spares not to ſnatch thy little ones; And harm from ſavage Race prevents, By daſhing them againſt the Stones.
PSALM CXXXVIII. TO magnify the Lord, my Soul Thy beſt affections raiſe; Angels ſhall hear my Songs, and be The Partners of my praiſe. Within thy Church thy conſtant Truth And Goodneſs I'll proclaim: Theſe raiſe my Wonder, and advance The Glories of thy Name. In my diſtreſs to thee I cry'd; And thou my Pray'r didſt hear: Thou didſt ſupport me with thy ſtrength, And with thy Comforts cheer. Kings ſhall thy promis'd goodneſs know, And take occaſion thence, To ptaiſe thy Mercy, and admire Thy ways of Providence. God from his high and glorious Throne The lowly views and owns; But ſcorns the proud, and on their height With Indignation frowns. Thy former Kindneſſes prevent My fears, when in diſtreſs; Thy hand ſhall ſave me from my Foes, Thy Pow'r their wrath repreſs. Thy never-ſailing Goodneſs will Compleat what is begun; O never ſuffer thine own Work, Nor me to be undone.
PSALM CXXXIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LORD, when I have to do with thee, In vain l ſeek to be conceal'd. Thou know'ſt me perfectly, to thee My very thoughts are all reveal'd. Both when I ſit and when I riſe, My walking and my lying down; To thee my works and all my words, Better than to my ſelf are known. On every ſide within the reach Of thine incircling Arm I lie: Whoſe force I neither can reſiſt, Nor ſcape the notice of thine Eye. Whither can I retire, and find A Place where God do's never come? His Glories I ſhould meet in Heav'n, His Pow'r, had I in Hell a Room. Could I remove to th'utmoſt Sea, Wing'd with the ſwifteſt morning ray; Thy hand, that thither muſt ſupport My flight, would my abode betray; If o'er my Sins I think to draw, The blackeſt Curtains of the Night; All will be clear to thee; for what We Darkneſs call, to thee is Light. My inmoſt Reins by thee poſſeſt, With all th' affections ſeated there; To thee that mad'ſt thoſe hidden Springs Within the Womb, muſt needs appear. In all thy Works, O Lord, I ſee The Footſteps of thy wond'rous skill; And, to excite my Praiſe, I find Within my ſelf more Wonders ſtill.
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〈1 page duplicate〉 Before the fine Embroidery Of Parts was to perfection come: In that rude Maſs, thou didſt diſcern The daily growth of every part; And what th' Eternal mind had fram'd, Was copied out, with curious Art, Lord, I admire the various thoughts, And the wiſe Counſels of thy mind; Their Summ is infinite; yet all Are dear to me, becauſe they're kind, Their Number's greater than the Sand; Which whilſt my buſy thoughts run o'er, I ſleep: and find when I awake, I'm onely where I was before. I'm ſure that their Deſtruction's near, Who wickedly 'ganſt me combine; Hence then, ye bloody-minded Men, Nor your own ruine ſeek in mine. Thy Foes they are, who uſe thy Name Intended miſchiefs to diſguiſe; And boldly call God in, to vouch For all their Calumnies and Lyes, Do not I, Lord, deteſt and hate Such as oppoſe thy Laws and thee? I loath their perfectly, and count My ſelf their utter Enemy. Lord, ſince my thoughts accuſe me not Of living in a falſe Diſguiſe; I'm leſs afraid to undergo The Tryal of thy piercing Eyes. Search me, and where thou ſee'ſt that I Unwillingly have done amiſs, Correct my Errours, and reduce My wandrings to the way of Bliſs.
PSALM CXXXIX. [Another Metre.]
WHen, Lord, I deal with thee, in vain I ſeek to be conceal'd; Thou know'ſt me perfectly, my thoughts To thee are all reveal'd. Both when I ſit and when I riſe, Walking and lying down; My works and words, better to thee Than to my ſelf are known. Ever within the reach of thine Incircling Arm I lie; Whoſe force I neither can reſiſt, Nor ſcape thy piercing Eye. In vain, where God do's never come, I ſeek to find a Seat; For plac'd in Hell, thy Pow'r; in Heav'n, Thy Glories I ſhould meet. Could I remove to th' utmoſt Sea, Wing'd with the Mornings ray; Thy hand that muſt ſupport my flight, Would my abode betray. If o'er my Sins I think to draw The Curtains of the Night; All's clear to thee, for what we call Darkneſs, to thee is Light. My Reins by thee poſſeſs'd, with all Th' affections ſeated there, To thee that mad'eſt within the Womb Thoſe hidden Springs, appear. In all thy Works, O Lord, I ſee Footſteps of wond'rous skill; And in my ſelf, t'excite my Praiſe, I find more Wonders ſtill.
Part II. When form'd unſeen, within the Dark Receſſes of the Womb; Before th' Embroidery of parts Was to perfection come: In that rude Maſs, thou did'ſt diſcern The growth of every part; And what th' Eternal mind had fram'd, Was drawn with curious Art. Lord, I admire the various thoughts And Counſels of thy mind; Their Summ is infinite, yet dear To me, becauſe they're kind. Their Number's greater than the Sand, Which whilſt my thoughts run o'er, I ſleep; and find when I awake, I'm where I was before. God will deſtroy thoſe wicked men, Who 'gainſt my Life combine; Hence then ye men of blood; nor your Own ruine ſeek in mine. Thy Foes they are; who under ſhews Of Piety diſguiſe Intended miſchiefs; and would make God vouch for all their Lyes, Do not I hate ſuch as oppoſe Thy holy Laws and thee? I loath them perfectly, and count My ſelf their Enemy. Lord, ſince my thoughts accuſe me not, T' have liv'd in falſe diſguiſe; I'm leſt afraid to undergo, The Tryal of thine Eyes. Search me, and where unwillingly Thou ſee'ſt l've done amiſs; Coorrect, and lead my wand'ring ſteps Into the way of Bliſs.
PSALM CXL [As the 100 Pſalm.]
LORD, ſave me from the Man who bears A wicked and a cruel mind: Such are my Foes, whoſe hearts are ſet On miſchief, and for War combin'd. A deadly wound unto my Name They give, whom falſly they accuſe: No Serpents Tongue or Adders Teeth Poyſon more ſurely do's infuſe. Once more I therefore pray thee, Lord, To ſave me from the wickeds pow'r: And from their violent Attempts, Who ſeek t' undo me every hour. The Hunters and' the Fowlers skill In laying Toils and ſecret Shares, Do's not exceed' their Wiles, who think They're ſure to ſeize me unawares. Thus deſtitute of Pow'r or Aids I can implore from any Friend; By humble Pray'r my ſelf to thee, My ſole Protector, I commend. On thee for ſtrength I muſt rely, Thee onely for my Saviour own; By thee I fought ſecurely, when Armour and Helmet I had none,
Part II Grant not, O Lord, what wicked men Would have, nor with a good event Favour their miſchievous deſigns, Leſt they grow proud and inſolent. May all the poyſ'nous Calumnies, By thoſe that now beſet me, thrown; With their laborious Lyes, contriv'd To work my ruine, prove their own. Of ſtand'rous Tongues, which burn like Coals Of Fire, may they tho Torment have; And all their Miſchiefs, like deep Pits Digg'd for my fall, be their own grave. Falſhood and, baſe Detraction Will bring th' advanced Sinner low; And Acts of unjuſt Violence Purſue him to his overthrow. Whom men oppreſs, I know that God Will pity, and their Cauſe maintain: And right the wronged poor, who here Expect to be redreſs'd in vain. he Righteous ſure will not forget Due praiſes to his Name to give: For th'upright by God's Care upheld, Shall in his Favour ever live.
PSALM CXLI
TO my importunate requeſts Lord, lend a gracious Ear; And as my Danger calls aloud, To ſuccour me appear. O let my Pray'rs like ſweet perfumes Up to thy Preſence riſe; And find acceptance, equal to An Evening Sacrifice, Lord, make me carefully to watch The Motions of my Tongue; That no intemperate Speech may ſhow Inpatient ſenſe of wrong. Let not my heart incline, much leſs Engage in Works of Sin; Nor let the wicked's Delicates Me to their practice win. Better to meet ſevere rebukes From thoſe that, Goodneſs love: Their wiſe reproofs, tho' ſmarting, will A real kindneſs prove. No precious Ointments, to the Head So ſweet and gratefull are; But to avoid miſchievous ways, I'll make my daily Pray'r.
Part II. How free from Malice is my Soul, Saul's Captains witneſs bear; Who at the ſtony Rocks deſcent, Did my mild Language hear. To us the favour of a Grave Their rage will not allow; Scatter'd and broke we lie, like ground Divided by the Plough. But Lord, mine Eyes on thee are fix'd, My Truſt is in thee ſtill: Do not abandon me to thoſe That ſeek my Blood to ſpill. Tho ſubtil Plots to ruine me Like ſnares the wicked lay; Save me from thoſe that would my Life To cruel hands betray. May all their Gins for others laid Themſelves alone inſnare: Whilſt I eſcape the Nets they ſpread, By God's preſerving Care.
PSALM CXLII WITH ſervent Cries I did implore God's ſuccour and relief: In long and ſad Complaints to him Unboſom'd all my grief; From all the ſtraits I'm in, God knows A way for me t' eſcape: In every Path of mine, is laid A ſecret Snare and Trap. I look on every ſide, and find All hopes of ſafety gone: Whilſt all are careleſs of my Life, Or fearfull of their own. My Cries to thee, O Lord, ſhall tell What truſt I have in thee: Thou my ſure refuge whilſt I live, My Portion thou ſhalt be. Regard my low Eſtate, and from My Perſecutors ſave; Whoſe hope in God is leſs than mine, But much more Pow'r they have. From this ſad Priſon ſet me free, That I may praiſe thy Name; Then all good Men ſhall joyn with me God's kindneſs to proclaim.
PSALM CXLIII.
REgard the fervent Pray'rs I make, The Hopes I have in thee; And, Lord, according to thy Truth And Goodneſs anſwer me. Let not my failing be before Thy ſtrict Tribunal try'd; For, Lord, if thou ſhould'ſt be ſevere, None could be juſtify'd. See how my Life's purſu'd, for me No ſafety can be found, Forced to lie in Caves, like one That's buried under ground. Grief has ſo overwhelm'd my Soul, That ſtupid I am grown; With horrour and amazement ſeiz'd, My ſtrength is overthrown. This onely ſerves, to raiſe me up As I am ſinking lower; To call to mind thy former works, And lean upon pow'r. I'll ne'er ceaſe asking till my soul Shall thy refreſhments gain; Thy mercy which I gaſp for more, Than thirſty ground for Rain.
Part II. My spirits ſink while thou delay'ſt th' aſſiſtance I would have; If God ſtill frown on my requeſts, 'T will ſink me to the Grave. The Night is witneſs of my Tears, O let the joyfull Morning tell Thy Kindneſs towards me. Lord, be my Guide that I may find Be thou my refuge from their pow'r, Who ſeek my overthrow. Teach me, my God, to do thy will; And let thy Spirit of Love, Conduct me in the paths that lead To Happineſs above. Revive my fainting Soul, thy Name And Honour to advance; Thy Faithfulneſs will brightly ſhine In my deliverance. That my vexation from my Foes May have a gracious End; Deſtroy the Authors of my woes, For I on thee depend.
PSALM CXLIV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
BLeſt be the Lord, die God of Might, Who gives me ſtrength and skill to fight. He is my Goodneſs, Tow'r and Fort, Delive'rer, ſhield and ſafe reſort. My truſt's in him; 'twas he compell'd Thoſe to be ſubject who rebell'd. I am amaz'd the great God can Honour ſo much a poor weak Man. Vain Man! whoſe Glories quickly fade, Whoſe Life do's vaniſh like a ſhade. Our Foes will ſoon their weakneſs own, When th' Heav'ns make way, and God comes down. Their ruine's ſure, that God provoke, Whoſe touch makes proudeſt Mountains His pointed Lightnings will create ſmoke. Such fears, their force will diſſipate. Lord, rid me by thy Heav'nly aid, From foreign Pow'rs that me invade; Like ſwelling Waves their Numbers ſtand, Threat'ning to overflow the Land. Whoſe Words and Oaths will bear no Weight, But break all Faith their Right-hands plight. I'm ſav'd; and on my Pſaltery Will ſing new Songs of Praiſe to thee.
Part II. In God alone the Victories Of Kings, and all their ſafety lies: I'm ever bound to praiſe the Lord, Who ſav'd me from the hurtfull Sword. Still ſave and rid me by thine aid, From foreign Pow'rs that me invade: Whoſe Words and Oaths are vain and light, Who break all Faith their Right-hands plight. May all things flouriſh with our peace; Our Sons like Plants in their increaſe: Our Daughters fair and proper grow, As poliſh'd pillars beaut'eous ſhow. Our Garners full produce all ſtore, Our num'erous Flocks increaſe to more. Our Oxen ſtrong for Labour be Our Land from all invaſions free. No Cries of mournfull Exiles meet, Nor no Complaints in any Street. Bleſt People! whom ſuch Favours crown, Thrice bleſt! whom God for His do sown.
PSALM CXLV. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
I Will extoll thy ſacred Name, Thou King of Saints and God of Love: I'll bleſs thee daily now; 'twill be My work eternally above. Our Praiſes ſhould be high like thee, Whoſe Greatneſs all our thoughts exceeds. And what one Age do's not confine, The next ſhall tell thy mighty Deeds. I'll ſhew the Glories of thy State, And thy amazing Works proclaim: All men that hear my Songs of Praiſe, Shall gladly join to do the ſame. And like the unexhauſted Springs Of mercy, ſo their Joys ſhall flow; Their Tongues thy Faithfulneſs ſhall ſing And thine abundant Goodneſs ſhow. Thou, Lord, art full of Grace and Love; To Anger flow, but glad to ſpare; To all thy Creatures thou art kind, O'er all thy tender Mercies are. Thou, Lord, from all theſe Works of thin • Some thankfull Tribute do'ſt receive; But where their Powers fail, thy Praiſe Among thy Saints ſhall ever live. Theſe happy Subjects to declare Thy Kingdom's Glory never ceaſe; That men the Triumphs of thy Grace May know, and all thy pow'r confeſs.
Part II. Thy Kingdom, Lord, ſhall ever ſtand, Tho' often undermin'd in vain: Oppreſſed Goodneſs is ſuſtain'd By thee; when falling, rais'd again. All Creatures do expect from thee Supplies of ſeaſonable Food: Thy open-handed Bounty fills Their longings with deſired Good. God's Goodneſs and Fidelity In all his ways and works appear: He gives kind Anſwers to their Pray'rs That call on him and are ſincere. There's none that fear him need complain, That they in vain have fought his aid: He hears their Cries when in diſtreſs, And ſaves them when they are afraid. God's preſervation ſhall reward The good Man's duty and his love; But the bold Crimes of wicked Men, Shall at the length their ruine prove. Mean while thy Tongue ſhall be imploy'd Thy cheerfull Praiſes to proclaim; Let all the World adore thy Pow'r, And ever bleſs thy Holy Name.
PSALM CXLV. [Another Metre.]
THY Sacred Name I will advance, My King, and God of Love: I'll bleſs thee now, 'twill be my work Eternally above. Our Praiſes ſhould be high like thee, whoſe Greatneſs all exceeds; One Age t' another ſhall declare, And praiſe thy mighty Deeds. I'll ſhew the Glories of thy State, Thy wond'rous Works proclaim; All men that hear my Songs of Praiſe, Shall joyn to do the ſame. And as thy Mercy ever ſprings, So ſhall their comforts flow: Their tongues thy Faithfulneſs ſhall ſing And thy great Goodneſs ſhow. Thou, Lord, art ſlow to wrath, but full Of Love, and glad to ſpare; To all thy Creatures kind, o'er all Thy tender Mercies are. Some thankfull Tribute, Lord, from all Thy works thou do'ſt receive; But where they fail, thy Praiſe among The Saints ſhall ever live. Thy Kingdoms Glory to declare Theſe Subjects never ceaſe; That Men thy wond'rous Grace may know And all thy Pow'r confeſs.
Part II. Thy Kingdom, Lord, ſhall ever ſtand, Tho' undermin'd in vain; Goodneſs is ſtay'd by thee, when weak When falling, rais'd again. All Creatures do expect from thee Supplies of daily Food; Thy open-handed Bounty fills All their deſires with good. God's Goodneſs and Fidelity, In all his ways appear; He gives kind Anſwers unto ſuch As pray, and are ſincere. There's none that fear him need complain They've ſought in vain his Aid; He hears their Cries when in diſtreſs, And ſaves them when afraid. God's care and Preſervation Rewards the good Man's love; But the bold Crimes of wicked Men; At length their ruine prove. Mean while my Tongue ſhall be imploy'd Thy Praiſes to proclaim; Let all the World adore thy Pow'r, And ever bleſs thy Name.
PSALM CXLVI. MY Soul to praiſe the higheſt Lord Thy beſt affections raiſe: For whilſt I live my God ſhall be The Subject of my Praiſe. Vain are our hopes from mighty Kings; Whoſe Glories at their Death Sink to the Grave; and all their thoughts Do vaniſh with their Breath. Happy is he, who in that God That made the World do's truſt; Which World may ſooner fail, than he Ceaſe to be good and juſt. He rights the injur'd, and defends The good Man's cauſe oppreſs'd; He feeds the hungry, and by him The Priſ'ners are releas'd. He cures the Blind, and ſorrow from Dejected Souls removes; And by his ſpecial Care protects, The righteous whom he loves. Strangers and Widows he preſerves, He do's the Orphans own; As for the wicked's proſp'rous State, He turns it upſide down. This mighty King ſhall ever reign, As he do's ever live; Let all the World he rules, to him Eternal Praiſes give.
PSALM CXLVII. [As the 100 Pſalm.]
O Bleſt Employment of out Lives To praiſe the God whom we adore; How gratefull to our ſelves and him! Nothing becomes a good Man more. The Lord of Old the broken State Of Captive Iſr'ael did repair; The ſorrowfull and broken hearts He binds and heals with tender care. He numbers all the Stars, and knows What vertue comes to us from thence; For 'tis from him they borrow all Their luſtre and their influence. Unſearchable his Wiſdom is, His Pow'r ſo great it knows no bound; He raiſes up the meek, and throws The ſtubborn Sinners to the ground. To God your cheerfull Praiſes ſing, Whoſe Bounty all things do's maintain: Who covers Heav'n with watry Clouds, And for the Earth prepares the Rain. He makes the tender Graſs to grow On Mountains, which are parch'd and dry. Wild Beaſts are fed without our Care, And the young Ravens when they cry. He in the Nimbleneſs and Strength Of Horſe or Man takes no delight: It's onely Fear and ſtedfaſt Faith In God, his Favour do's invite.
Part II. O bleſt Jeruſalem! ſing praiſe Unto thy God, and ye that dwell On Sion's Mount, in joyfull Hymns To all his Truth and Goodneſs tell. It's he thy City made ſo ſtrong, Th' Aſſaults of Foes it now defies; His Bleſſing thine Inhabitants To a vaſt Number multiplies. Thy Borders, from Incurſions free, Are ſetled all in quiet peace; And thy fair Fields the choiceſt Wheat Yields to an envied increaſe.

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〈1 page duplicate〉 All Creatures haſt t' obey his word; Like ſofteſt Wool he ſends the Snows: His Chryſtal Ice-like Morſels caſts, And the Hoar-froſts like Aſhes ſtrows. None can endure his piercing cold; But at his word warm Winds do blow; Then Rocks of Ice are ſoon diſſolv'd, And the congealed Waters flow. All ſee theſe Works; to Iſrael He greater Favour's do's afford; The clearer knowledge of his Will And Laws they have: Praiſe ye the Lord.
PSALM CXLVII. [Another Metre.]
HOW well are we employ'd, to praiſe The Lord whom we adore! How gratefull to our ſelves and him! Nothing becomes us more. The Lord of Old the broken State Of Iſr'ael did repair: The ſorrowfull and broken hearts He heals with greateſt Care. He numbers all the Stars, and knows What vertue comes from thence; For 'tis from him they borrow all Their light and influence. Unſearchable his Wiſdom is, His Pow'r admits no bound: He raiſes up the meek, and throws Proud Sinners to the ground. To God your cheerfull Praiſes ſing, That all things do's maintain: Who covers Heav'n with Clouds, and for The Earth prepares the Rain. He makes the tender Graſs to grow On Mountains, parch'd and dry: Wild Beaſts need not our care, he feeds Young Ravens when they cry. No Horſes ſtrength, or nimble Legs Of Man, are his delight: It's onely Fear and truſt in God His Favour do's invite.
Part II. O bleſt Jeruſalem! ſing praiſe To God, and ye that dwell On Sion's Mount, in Hymns to all His Truth and Goodneſs tell. So ſtrong thy City's made, th'Aſſaults Of Foes it now defies; And vaſtly thine Inhabitants His Bleſſing multiplies. Thy Borders, from Incurſions free; Are ſetled all in peace; Thy Fields the choiceſt Wheat produce, T' an envied increaſe. All Creatures haſt t' obey his Word: Like Wool he ſends the Snows; His Chryſtal Ice like Morſels caſts, Hoar-froſts like Aſhes ſtrows. None can abide his piercing Cold: He bids warm Winds to blow; Then Rocks of Ice diſſolve, and ſoon Congealed Rivers flow. All ſee theſe Works; to Iſrael More Grace he did afford: The clearer knowledge of his Will And Laws. Praiſe ye the Lord.
PSALM CXLVIII. TO laud the Heav'nly King Let all their Voices raiſe: Ye Angels, firſt begin The Great Creator's Praiſe. Let Sun and Moon, And every Star, His Glory ſhow That's brighter far. Ye Regions of the Air, And watry Clouds that move Within the liquid Sky, Praiſe ye the Lord above: Whoſe pow'rfull Word Made you to be; And fixt your bounds By his Decree. All that the Earth do's bear, Whales in the Depths conceal'd: Lightnings and Hail and Snow, Vapours to Ice congeal'd: The ſtormy Winds Rais'd at his Will, Which at his Word Are calm'd and ſtill. Praiſe him ye Mountains high, And Hills that lower are; Cedars with lofty Heads, And Trees that fruits do bear: Beaſts that in Fields Or Paſtures lie; Both creeping things, And Fowls that fly. Ye Kings that Sceptres ſway, People of meaner Birth; Princes that rule the world, And Judges of the Earth. Let every Sex And every Age, To praiſe the Name Of God engage. His Glories alt that ſhines In Heay'n and Earth excell; He ſpecial Mercy ſhow'd T' his People Iſrael: A People dear And highly rais'd: His Holy Name Be ever prais'd.
PSALM CXLIX. [As the 100 Pſalm.] PRaiſe God; and let your Songs be new, As he freſh favours daily grants; Publiſh your Joys by Hymns of Praiſe, Among th'Aſſemblies of his Saints. Let Iſr'ael whom he made, rejoyce; Since his peculiar People made; Let Sion's Children, whom he rules As their great King, be much more glad. Dances are proper to expreſs The inward Motions of their Joy; And to ſet off melodious Songs, Their Harps and Timbrels to employ. God's Kindneſs to his People will Engage his Care their good t' advance: He'll beautify the Meek, and make Them great by his Deliverance. And like the Glory of his Saints, Their Triumphs ſhould be great and high; And God's loud Praiſes will become Their Beds, in which they quiet lie. Theſe Pſalms of Praiſes in their Mouths, Whilſt their Hands wield a two edg'd Sword; Will courage and aſſurance give, To fight the Battles of the Lord. They'll conquer, and with juſt revenge The Heathen's inſolence chaſtiſe; Their fetter'd Nobles captive lead, Make chained Kings become their prize. Such Judgments long ago foretold, Shall God upon the Heathen bring: Such Honour all his Saints ſhall have, And praiſing Hallelujah's ſing.
PSALM CL. PRaiſe God within that ſacred Place Where he his Grace beſtows; Your wondering thoughts to Heaven raiſe Where he his Glory ſhows. Let all his mighty Acts of Pow'r Your inward Paſſions move; That your acknowledgments may ſuit The Greatneſs of his Love. Muſicks ſoft Notes, and louder ſounds Of Inſtruments imploy, T' excite Devotion, and attend The Triumphs of your Joy. Since all to this Creator owe That breath by which they live; Let every thing that breaths, to him Their cheerfull Praiſes give. The End of the Pſalms.
HYMNS Taken out of the NEW TESTAMENT; Or, uſed in the Church-Service.
HYMN I. Benedictus. [The Song of Zachary, Luke 1. 68.] LET Iſr'ael's pow'rfull God and King Eternally be bleſt; Who came from Heav'n to viſit us, And all our Bonds releas'd In David's Houſe a Saviour rais'd To ſit upon his Throne; This, ever ſince the World began His Prophets have foreſhown. That he would ſave us from the Hand; Of all that did us hate: The Mercy to perform, for which Our Fathers long did wait. Remembring all his Truth engag'd By' a Holy Covenant; His ſolemn Oath to Abra'ham ſworn; His Grace that he would grant; To ſerve him without fear, from all Our Adverſaries free'd; And to continue all our days A Holy Life to lead. And thou, bleſt Child, to this high Lord Shalt have a Prophet's place; Like a preparing Harbinger Shalt go before his Face. By the Remiſſion of Men's ſins To make Salvation known. God's tender Mercy, when this Sun Aroſe, to all was ſhown. He will our ſad and diſmal State With Light and Comfort bleſs; And guide our Feet into the way Of Peace and Happineſs.
HYMN II. Magnificat. [As the 25 Pſalm.] [The Song of the Bl. Virgin, Luke 1. 46.] MY Soul doth magnify the Lord, Tranſports of Joy my Spirits raiſe; And God my Saviour ſhall be The Subject of my Song of Praiſe. For to his humble Handmaids ſtate He ſhew'd regard, when't was depreſt: All Ages ſhall from henceforth judge Me happy, and ſhall call me Bleſt. He that is Great hath done to me Great things, and holy is his Name: His Mercy through all Ages is To them that fear him ſtill the ſame. He with his Arm his ſtrength hath ſhew'd, Confounded what the proud Men thought; Put down the mighty from their Seat, And rais'd them who were ſet at nought. He fill'd the hungry Souls with good; The full and rich for want complain'd; His Mercy he has call'd to mind, And Iſrael his help has gain'd. The Promiſe to our Fathers made So long before, in which God ſtood Engag'd to Abra'ham and his Seed, Is all performed and made good.
HYMN III. Nunc Dimittis. [The Song of Simeon, Luke 2. 29.] I Now can leave this World, and die In Peace and quiet Reſt; Since that mine Eyes, O Lord, have been With thy Salvation bleſt. The Prophecies are all fulfill'd, Thy Promiſes are true; And thy myſterious Love diſclos'd In all the Peoples view. All the dark Shadows fly away, Now this bright Sun appears; Whoſe ſaving Health the Gentile World With unknown Comfort cheers. Well may the long expected ſight Make Iſr'ael's Joys abound; Before with ſpecial Favours grac'd, But now with Glory crown'd.
HYMN IV. [Taken out of the Revelations.] [As the 25 Pſalm.]
Rev.19. v.5. YE faithfull Servants of the Lord, See that his Name ye celebrate; And ye that fear him ſing aloud Praiſes to God both ſmall and great. Ch.4. v.8. Moſt Holy, Holy, Holy Lord Almighty's his adored Name; Who was before all time, and is, And ever ſhall be ſtill the ſame. v. 11. All Glory, Pow'r and Honour, thou Alone art worthy to receive: For all things by thy Pow'r were made, All by and for thy Pleaſure live. Ch.5. v.12. To thee, O ſpotleſs Lamb of God, Riches and Pow'r of Right belong, Wiſdom and Honour, conqu'ring ſtrength, Glory and every praiſing Song. v.9. Thou, for to expiate our Sins Waſt ſlain, and by thy precious Blood, From every Nation Tribe and Tongue, Thou haſt redeemed us to God. v.10. From thee, to be both Kings and Prieſts To God, the Privilege we gain; And ſhall hereafter be advanc'd, With thee, O Chriſt, on Earth to reign. v.13. Bleſſing and Honour, Glory, Pow'r, Ever by all in Earth, and Heav'n To him that ſits upon the Throne, And to the Lamb of God be giv'n.
Part II. Ch.15. v.3. O thou great Ruler of the World, Thy glorious Works our wonder raiſe; Thou ever-bleſſed King of Saints, How true and righteous are thy ways! v.4. Who would not fear, and glorify Thy Name, thou onely Holy one? Th' whole World will come and worſhip thee, To whom thy Judgments are made known. Ch.11. v.15 Now o'er the Kingdoms of this World God and his Chriſt as King do's reign; Whoſe Pow'r, that for his Rule made way, His Conqueſts ever will maintain. v.17 We give thee thanks, Almighty Lord, Which art, and waſt, and art to come; Who haſt exerted thy great Pow'r, And for thy Victories made room. v.18 Let th'angry Nations rage; thy wrath blood Is come; and it's thy time to rain Down Judgments, and t'avenge the Of Martyrs barbarouſly ſlain. And now thy ſuffe'ring Servants, Lord, Great Saints and Prophets thou'lt regard; And all that fear thy Name, tho' here Deſpis'd ſhall have a great reward. All thy juſt vengeance will applaud On them, who all their Pow'r imploy'd, To turn the Earth t' a Field of Blood; Their turn now comes to be deſtroy'd. Ch. 12. Salvation to the Saints is come; v.10. God's ſtrength and mighty aids appear, T' advance his Kingdom among Men, Who all the Pow'r of Chriſt revere. He that before the Lord accus'd The Brethren with falſe Calumnies, Is now caſt head-long down, and none Give credit longer to his Lyes. v.11 He's conquer'd by the Blood of Chriſt, And by their witneſs to his word: start from here tomorrow Theſe valued not their Lives, but dy'd For Love unto their deareſt Lord. v.12 Ye heav'nly Spirits above, rejoyce; But woe to th' Earth below; whoſe hurt The Dev'il with utmoſt rage contrives, Knowing his time to do't's but ſhort. Ch.19.v.1 Salvation to our God belongs, Glory and Honour are his due; His Pow'r ſupreme, and all proclaim His Judgments to be juſt and true. v.2 He the great Whore has judg'd, which did Corrupt with Idols every Land; And has aveng'd the crying Blood Of his ſlain Servants at her hand. v.6 Now let both Heav'n and Earth aloud Their praiſing Hallelujah's ſing; For the Lord God Almighty reigns, And ſhews himſelf a glorious King. v.17 In Honour of the Lamb of God, Let's triumph on his Nuptial day; The time is come, and his chaſt Bride Stands ready dreſt in rich Array.
HYMN V. Te Deum. [As the 25 Pſalm.]
O God we praiſe thee, and we own Thee to be Lord and King alone. All the whole Earth doth worſhip thee, Thou Father from Eternity. To thee all Angels loudly cry, The Heav'ns and all the Pow'rs on high; Cherubs and Seraphins proclaim, And cry thrice Holy to thy Name. Lord God of Hoſts, thy preſence bright Fills Heav'n and Earth with beauteous light. The Apoſtles glorious Company, The Prophet's Fellowſhip, praiſe thee. The crowned Martyrs Noble Hoſt, The Holy Church in every Coaſt, Thine infinite perfections own, Father of Majeſty unknown. Giving all Adoration Unto thy true and onely Son: And to the Holy Ghoſt, from whom As the ſole Spring our Comforts come. O Chriſt, thou glorious King, we own Thee to be God's Eternal Son: Who our Deliv'rance to obtain, Did'ſt not the Virgins Womb diſdain. When Death's ſharp ſting deſtroy'd by thee Gave thee a glorious Victory; Heav'ns Gate; that Entrance had deny'd, To all Believers opened wide.
Part II Thou, Lord, at God's Right hand art plac'd, And with thy Father's Glory grac'd; And we believe the Day will come, When thou as Judge ſhall paſs our doom. Promote we pray thy Servants good, Redeemed with thy precious Blood; Among thy Saints make them aſcend To Glory that ſhall never End. Thy People with Salvation crown; Bleſs thoſe, O God, that are thine own: Govern and liſt them up on high. Thee, Lord, we dily magnify. Thy Name we worſhip and adore, Ever when time ſhall be more: Vouchſafe this Day to keep us pure; From Harms and wilfull Sins ſecure. O let thy Mercy, Lord, deſcend On us, whoſe hopes on thee depend: Lord, ſince my Truſt is fixt on thee, O let me ne'er confounded be.
The Angels Doxology, Luke 2. 14.
[As the 25 Pſalm.] GLory to God in Heav'n above; Let th' Earth below with Peace be bleſt: From the Divine Benignity, Greateſt Good-will towards Men expreſt.
[To the common Tunes.] GLory to God in Heav'n above, Let th' Earth with Peace be bleſt: From the Divine Benignity, Good-will tow'rds Men expreſt.
[As the 25 Pſalm.] GLory to God in Heav'n, Let th' Earth with Peace be bleſt: From the Divine Benignity, Good-will tow'rds Menexpreſt.
Gloria Patri.
[As the 25 Pſalm.] TO thee, O Father, to the Son, And Holy Ghoſt whom we adore; Be Glory, as it was of Old, Is now, and ſhall be evermore.
[To the common Tunes.] TO thee, O Father, to the Son; And Holy Ghoſt we give Glory that was of Old, is now, And ſhall this World ſurvive.
[As the 25 Pſalm.] TO thee, O Father, Son, And Holy Ghoſt we give Glory that was of Old, is now, And ſhall this World outlive.
FINIS.
AN EXPLICATION OF Some WORDS Of leſs Common Uſe, For the Benefit of the Common People.

Words leſs common, Their Signification. OBtained Bold, daring. Kindneſs, bounty. Make renowned. Country's differing in length of days. Give one joy. Diſcredit. Leſſening ones credit. Spreading wide. Diſperſe, ſcatter. Raiſe the value. Bury. Eſcape. Put forth. Yielding. Diſgrace. Haſty, violent. Annoy, moleſt. Call upon Meaner Eſtate. Faulty, guilty Bodies of round form. Places out of view. To reverence. Unſhapen matter. Bright, ſhining. Aſtoniſhing. Petitioner. Matter of Diſcourſe. To ſlander, defame. To remove, carry. Never ceaſing. Not changing. Never drawn dry.

A TABLE, To find any PSALM Knowing its Beginning.

A. Pſalm. All People round the Earth your Ears (2n Met.) 49 All the Earth's Praiſes to thy Name 8 As by Euphrates Streams we ſat 137 B. Pſalm. EEhold my troubles Lord 70 Behold, O Lord, my ſinfull Soul—(2d Met.) 51 Behold, O Lord, with ſavage Rage 79 Bleſt be the Lord the God of Might 144 Bleſt Fountain of my Joys, for thee-(2d Met.) 42 Bleſt is the Man that fears the Lord 112 Bleſt is the Man whoſe fear of God 128 Bleſt is the Man whoſe tender Senſe 41 Bleſt is the Man whoſe vertuous Steps 1 Bleſs thou the Lord my Soul, his name 103 Bleſs thou the Lord my Soul, to this-(2d Met) 104 By cheerfull Praiſes to his Name 106 C. Pſalm. CErtain it is that God is kind 73 Come let us all unite our Joys 95 Come let us with united Joys-(2d Met.) 95 D. Pſalm. DIvinely now inſpir'd I'll ſing 45 Do not, O Lord, in our diſireſs 83 E. Pſalm. EArly, O Lord, my fainting Soul 63 F. Pſalm. FAlſly accus'd to thee I fly 17 Fools in their hearts have ſaid, no God (2d Met.) 14 G. Pſalm. GIve thanks unto the Lord 136 God is my Saviour and my Light 27 God is my Shepherd who will ſee 23 God reigns, let all the Earth rejoyce—(2d Met.) 97 God that ſo gracious a regard (2d Met.) 116 God who my kind preſerver is 34 Great Judge of all the World be thou (2d Met.) 43 Great Praiſes to the greateſt Lord 48 Great ſhepherd of good Jacob's Race 80 H. Pſalm. HAD not the Lord our Cauſe eſpous'd 24 Hear me, O Lord, my ſure Defence 28 Hear me, O Lord, the great Support 4 He's happy, whom no wicked Mens-(2d Met.) r He that has God for his retreat 91 He who makes God his ſure retreat (2d Met.) 91 How beauteous is the place where thou 84 How long ſhall I complain like one—(1ſt & 2d Met.) 13 How well are we imploy'd topraiſe—(2d Met.) 147 I. Pſalm. Iall my Love on thee beſtow 18 If thou Lord doſt not riſe and help 12 I'll liſt mine Eyes unto the Hills 121 In Juſt diſpleaſure for our Sins 60 In my diſtreſs my Pray'rs and Cries 77 I truſt in God why ſhould I then 11 It's ſure that God is kind to thoſe-(2d Met.) 73 I was reſolv'd t' obſerve my ways-(2d Met.) 39 I will extoll thy ſacred Name 145 L. Pſalm. LET all give thanks to God above 107 Let all the Earth their Voices raiſe(1 & 2 Met.) 96 Let all the Earth with joy reſound 66 Let all the Nations of the Earth 100 Let all the Nations of the World 117 Let all the People round the Earth. 49 Let none be envious when he ſees 37 Let none be troubled to behold (2d Met.) 37 Let th' Earth rejoyce ſince God do's reign 97 Let the Great God ariſe and then 68 Lord bow thine Ear to my requeſts 86 Lord every Age and Race has ſeen-(1 & 2 Met.) 90 Lord hear me and from wicked Foes 64 Lord hear my Pray'r and do not hide 55 Lord hear my words attend the moans 5 Lord hear the Pray'rs and mournfull Cries 102 Lord hear the ſilent Moans and Sighs-(2d Met.) 5 Lord I can ſuffer thy Rebukes 6 Lord I can well endure, when thou—(2d Met.) 6 Lord if thou do'ſt not come and help-(2d Met.) 12 Lord, I have no aſpiring Thoughts 131 Lord let me know that happy Man 15 Lord look upon my ſinfull Soul 51 Lord may the King with mighty Skill 72 Lord not to us but to thy Name (2n Met.) 115 Lord ſave me from mine Enemies 59 Lord ſave me from the Man who bears 140 Lord ſince I truſt in thee alone 57 Lord ſince my glorying is in thee 109 Lord thy Rebukes I can endure 38 Lord when I have to do with thee 139 M. Pſalm. MAintin, O Lord, my injur'd Rights 35 May no defeated hopes diſgrace 31 Mercy and Judgment Lord I'll ſing 101 My God my God why thus withdrawn 22 My God ſince thou haſt rais'd me up 30 My heart, O God, is now prepar'd 108 My People to my words give Ear 78 My Soul's heſt Pow'rs I will engag 11 My Soul bleſs thou the Lord, his Name (2d Met) 103 My Soul doth wait on God 62 My Soul for ever bleſs the Lord 104 My Soul on God relies 71 My Soul to praiſe the higheſt Lord 146 N. Pſalm. NOne knows like Judah God ſo well 76 Not unto us Lord, not to us 115 O. Pſalm. O.all ye People clap your hands 47 O bleſt Employment of our Lives 147 O bleſt Societſes'on Earth 133 G God my Saviour Night and Day 88 O God the Spring of all my Joys 42 O happy Companies on Earth-(2d Met.) 133 O happy Man that fears the Lord-(2d Met.) 112 O happy Man whom God forgives 32 O let us all give thanks to God 105 O Lord how joyfull is the King 21 O my good God in thee I truſt-(1 & 2 Met.) 7 O praiſe the Lord whom Ages paſt 118 O thou that in a glorious Throve 123 O what a pleſant Work it is 92 P. Pſalm. PLac'd on the Holy Hills God's Seat 87 Plead thou my Cauſe, O thou that know'ſt 26 Plung'd into Depths of Miſery-(1 & 2 Met.) 130 Praiſe God and let your Songs be new 149 Praiſe God within that ſacred Place 150 Praiſe him to whom all Pow'r belongs 81 Praiſes in Sion wait for thee-(1 & 2 Met.) 65 Preſerve me Lord in thi s diſtreſs 16 R. Pſalm. REgard, O Lord, my Pray'r and Cry 61 Regard the fervent Pray'rs I make 143 Rojoyce ye Righteous in the Lord-(2d Met.) 33 Remember all the troubles Lord 132 Render, and oft your thanks repeat—(2d Met.) 136 Renew your Songs to God, and tell 98 Reſcue my Life in Mercy Lord 56 Reſolv'd I was with care t' obſerve 39 S. Pſalm. SAve me, O God, or elſe I'm drown'd 69 Save me, O God, thy glorious Name 54 Shew mercy to us Lerd 67 Since God ſo tender a Regard 116 Since thou haſt rais'd me I'll extoll—(2d Met.) 30 T. Pſalm. TH' Almighty Lord is our Defence 46 The Earth's the Lord's, to him belong 24 The Fools believe no God 53 The Fools believe there is no God 14 The Glorious Empire of the Lord 29 The Heavns whoſe beauteous Frame we ſee 19 The Lord do's reign and clothes himſelf-(2d Met.) 93 The Lord do's reign and like a King 93 The Lord do's reign and on his Throne 99 The Lord my woatchfull Shepherd is-(2d Met.) 23 The Lord to thy requeſts give ear 20 The mighty God and Lord of all 50 The Wonders Lord thon did'ſt of old 44 They that in God their confidence 125 They that repoſe their truſt in God—(2d Met.) 125 Thou great Avenger of all wrongs 135 Thou Righteous Judge of all the World 43 Thrice happy are thoſe upright Men 119 Thus ſpake the Lord unto his Son—(1 & 2 Met.) 110 Thy Mercy Lord has chang'd our doom 85 Thy ſacred Name I will advance—(2d Met. 145 'Tis good with Patience to attend 40 To God I make my Pray'r 25 To God whoſe care I've ever been 120 To laud the heav'nly King 148 To magniſy the Lord my Soul 138 To my importunate requeſts 141 'Twas no ſmall Joy many to hear 122 U. Pſalm. VAin mighty Man to vaunt it ſo 52 Unleſs God proſper it, all coſt 127 W. Pſalm. WE'll never ceaſe to thank our God 75 We that are Iſr'alites may ſay 129 What Numbers Lord againſt me riſe 3 Whtn God from bondage ſet us free 126 When God redeem'd our captive State (2d Met.) 126 When I behold a Wicked Man 36 When Lord I deal with thee, in vain-(2d Met.) 139 When the Great God had Ifr'els Seed 114 Why do the Heathen Nations rage 2 Why Lord do'ſt thou ſo far withdraw 10 Will God for ever caſt off thoſe 74 With all my Soul I'll bleſs the Lord 9 With cheerfull heart I'll ever ſing 89 With fervent Cries I did implore 142

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