The workmanship of heauen soe bright and faire,Thy power O Lord, and glorie doth declare;One day Thy praise doth to another preach,One night another doth in order teach;Where euer any tongue or voyce doth sound,In all the world their speech is heard around.In middest of heauen, the hands of God hath pight[200]For the sunne's lodgeinge, a pauilion bright;Who as a bridegroome from his chamber goes;OrGiant, marchinge forth against his foes,Hee issues; and fromEast to Westdoth runne:His peircinge heat noe liueinge weight[201]can shun.God's lawe is perfect and man's soule renues,And simple mindes with knowledge it endues;Right are His statutes and rejoyce the heart,Light to the eyes His precepts pure impart;His feare is cleane and soe endures for aye;His judgements true and righteous euery way;More sweet then honie, to bee valewed moreThen many heapes of finest goulden oare.They rectifie withall Thy seruants minde,And who soe keeps them, great reward shall finde;But Lord who knowes how oft hee doth transgresse?O clense mee from my secret wickednes!Nor let presumptuous sinns beare rule in mee,Soe shall I from the great offence bee free;And Lord! my strength and Sauiour! soe directMy words and thoughts as Thou maiest them accept.
The workmanship of heauen soe bright and faire,Thy power O Lord, and glorie doth declare;One day Thy praise doth to another preach,One night another doth in order teach;Where euer any tongue or voyce doth sound,In all the world their speech is heard around.In middest of heauen, the hands of God hath pight[200]For the sunne's lodgeinge, a pauilion bright;Who as a bridegroome from his chamber goes;OrGiant, marchinge forth against his foes,Hee issues; and fromEast to Westdoth runne:His peircinge heat noe liueinge weight[201]can shun.God's lawe is perfect and man's soule renues,And simple mindes with knowledge it endues;Right are His statutes and rejoyce the heart,Light to the eyes His precepts pure impart;His feare is cleane and soe endures for aye;His judgements true and righteous euery way;More sweet then honie, to bee valewed moreThen many heapes of finest goulden oare.They rectifie withall Thy seruants minde,And who soe keeps them, great reward shall finde;But Lord who knowes how oft hee doth transgresse?O clense mee from my secret wickednes!Nor let presumptuous sinns beare rule in mee,Soe shall I from the great offence bee free;And Lord! my strength and Sauiour! soe directMy words and thoughts as Thou maiest them accept.
PSALM XX.
The Lord giue eare to thee in thy distresse!And bee thy Sheilde, when trubles thee oppresse!And let His help come downe from heauen for thee!And strength from Syon Hill imparted bee!Let Him remember, and accept withall,Thine offerings and thy sacrifices all;And of His bountie euermore fulfillThy hearts desire; and satisfie thy will.But wee will glory in our great God's nameAnd joy in our saluation through the same;And pray unto the Lord our God, that HeeThe effect of all thy prayers will graunt to thee.Hee now I know will heare, and helpe will bringe,With His strong hand to His annoyntedKinge;On chariots some, on horses some, rely,But wee inuoke the name of God Most High.Those others are bowed downe and fall full lowe,When wee are risen and vpright doe goe.Saue us O Lord of Heauen! and heare us thence,When wee inuoke Thy name for our defence.
The Lord giue eare to thee in thy distresse!And bee thy Sheilde, when trubles thee oppresse!And let His help come downe from heauen for thee!And strength from Syon Hill imparted bee!Let Him remember, and accept withall,Thine offerings and thy sacrifices all;And of His bountie euermore fulfillThy hearts desire; and satisfie thy will.But wee will glory in our great God's nameAnd joy in our saluation through the same;And pray unto the Lord our God, that HeeThe effect of all thy prayers will graunt to thee.Hee now I know will heare, and helpe will bringe,With His strong hand to His annoyntedKinge;On chariots some, on horses some, rely,But wee inuoke the name of God Most High.Those others are bowed downe and fall full lowe,When wee are risen and vpright doe goe.Saue us O Lord of Heauen! and heare us thence,When wee inuoke Thy name for our defence.
PSALM XXI.
Glad is the kinge, and joyfull is his hart,That Thou O Lord, his strength and safety art;That Thou hast giuen him what his heart desired,And not denied him what his lipps required;Preuentinge him with blessings manifould,And crowninge him with pure refinèd gould.Hee askt Thee life, Thou gauest him length of daies,Euen endlesse life, to giue Thee endlesse praise;His safety, through Thy prouidence deuineWith honour great and glorie makes him shine;Blisse without end Thou wilt to him jmpart,The sunn-beames of Thy face will cheare his hart:For in Thy mercy hee doth trust withall,Which stayes his stepps that hee shall neuer fall;But Thy long hand shall reach Thy flyinge foeAnd finde him when he most secure doth goe;Thine enimies shall (when kindled is Thine ire)As in a furnace be consumed with fire;Their ofspringe from the Earth shall rotted bee,Their second generation non shall see:For against Thee and Thine their councell was,Yet could not bringe their wicked plott to passe,But turn'd their backes and put themselues to chase,When Thou hadst bent Thy bowe against their face;Bee pleased in Thine owne strength Thyselfe to raise,Soe shall wee Lord, Thy power and mercie praise.
Glad is the kinge, and joyfull is his hart,That Thou O Lord, his strength and safety art;That Thou hast giuen him what his heart desired,And not denied him what his lipps required;Preuentinge him with blessings manifould,And crowninge him with pure refinèd gould.Hee askt Thee life, Thou gauest him length of daies,Euen endlesse life, to giue Thee endlesse praise;His safety, through Thy prouidence deuineWith honour great and glorie makes him shine;Blisse without end Thou wilt to him jmpart,The sunn-beames of Thy face will cheare his hart:For in Thy mercy hee doth trust withall,Which stayes his stepps that hee shall neuer fall;But Thy long hand shall reach Thy flyinge foeAnd finde him when he most secure doth goe;Thine enimies shall (when kindled is Thine ire)As in a furnace be consumed with fire;Their ofspringe from the Earth shall rotted bee,Their second generation non shall see:For against Thee and Thine their councell was,Yet could not bringe their wicked plott to passe,But turn'd their backes and put themselues to chase,When Thou hadst bent Thy bowe against their face;Bee pleased in Thine owne strength Thyselfe to raise,Soe shall wee Lord, Thy power and mercie praise.
PSALM XXII.
My God! my God! why leauest Thou mee? and whyDost Thou soe farr withdraw Thee from my crie?I cry all day, but Thou dost not giue eare;At night I cease not, yet Thou wilt not heare;Yet Thou art holy still, Thou God of might,Thy people's great renowne and glory bright;When our forefathers plac't their hope in TheeFrom cruell bondage Thou didst sett them free;In Thee they trusted, and to Thee they prayed,And neuer faild of Thy celestiall aid;But as for mee, a worme not man, am I;A scorne to euery man that passeth by;They laugh and mocke, my poore estate to see;They draw their mouth and shake their heads at mee;And say, 'hee hop't in God, that Hee should saue him,Now let God rescue him if Hee will haue him.'But Thou Lord from my mother's wombe didst take mee,And when I suck't her brest, didst not forsake mee;Euen from my birth I was to Thee bequeathèd,And Thou hast bene my God since first I breathèd.O leaue mee not when trubles doe mee presse,And there is non to helpe mee in distresse;Many strong beasts haue mee invironèdAs fatt and feirce as bullsin Bashanfedd;They runne on mee with open mouthes and wide;Like hungry lyons rampinge in their pride.My soule, like water on the earth is spilt,My joynts are loosed, my heart like wax doth melt,My synewes shrunke are, like a potsheard drie,My tongue cleaues to my jawes, dead dust am I.For many doggs haue compast me about,I am besett with a malitious rout;They peirce My hands and feet, and stare on Mee,And euery ribb of My leane bodie see;They spoyle Mee of Mygarments, and beside,The parts thereof by lotts they doe deuide.Lord! bee not farr, when I Thy help shall need,Thou art My strength, O succour Mee with speed!And sheild Mee from the sword, and from the powerOf doggs, which would My dearestSouledeuoure!And from the lyon's mouth, and from the hornesOf many, fearce, insultinge unicornes!Among My kinn will I declare Thy name,And in the great Assembly spread the same.Yee that feare Him His praise and glory tell,And honnour Him yee seed ofIsraell;Hee scorneth not the poore, nor hides His face,But heares his suit when hee laments his case.When all Thy faithfull folke assembled bee,I sound Thy praise and pay my vowes to Thee.The Lord shall fully satisfie the meeke,Their soule shall liue which His light face doe seeke;TheEast and Westshall turne to their right minde,And to the true God's worshipp be inclinde;Who doth, of all the world theScepterbeare,Rules and commaunds the nations euery where;The fatt shall eate and worshipp Him therefore,And they that lye in dust shall Him adore.Euen hee which cannot his own life preserue,Nor quicken his owne soule, the Lord shall serue.Their seed, O Lord! shall serue to worshipp Thee,And with Thy chosen people numbred bee;And to their children's children, shall expresseThine euerlasting truth and righteousnes.
My God! my God! why leauest Thou mee? and whyDost Thou soe farr withdraw Thee from my crie?I cry all day, but Thou dost not giue eare;At night I cease not, yet Thou wilt not heare;Yet Thou art holy still, Thou God of might,Thy people's great renowne and glory bright;When our forefathers plac't their hope in TheeFrom cruell bondage Thou didst sett them free;In Thee they trusted, and to Thee they prayed,And neuer faild of Thy celestiall aid;But as for mee, a worme not man, am I;A scorne to euery man that passeth by;They laugh and mocke, my poore estate to see;They draw their mouth and shake their heads at mee;And say, 'hee hop't in God, that Hee should saue him,Now let God rescue him if Hee will haue him.'But Thou Lord from my mother's wombe didst take mee,And when I suck't her brest, didst not forsake mee;Euen from my birth I was to Thee bequeathèd,And Thou hast bene my God since first I breathèd.O leaue mee not when trubles doe mee presse,And there is non to helpe mee in distresse;Many strong beasts haue mee invironèdAs fatt and feirce as bullsin Bashanfedd;They runne on mee with open mouthes and wide;Like hungry lyons rampinge in their pride.My soule, like water on the earth is spilt,My joynts are loosed, my heart like wax doth melt,My synewes shrunke are, like a potsheard drie,My tongue cleaues to my jawes, dead dust am I.For many doggs haue compast me about,I am besett with a malitious rout;They peirce My hands and feet, and stare on Mee,And euery ribb of My leane bodie see;They spoyle Mee of Mygarments, and beside,The parts thereof by lotts they doe deuide.Lord! bee not farr, when I Thy help shall need,Thou art My strength, O succour Mee with speed!And sheild Mee from the sword, and from the powerOf doggs, which would My dearestSouledeuoure!And from the lyon's mouth, and from the hornesOf many, fearce, insultinge unicornes!Among My kinn will I declare Thy name,And in the great Assembly spread the same.Yee that feare Him His praise and glory tell,And honnour Him yee seed ofIsraell;Hee scorneth not the poore, nor hides His face,But heares his suit when hee laments his case.When all Thy faithfull folke assembled bee,I sound Thy praise and pay my vowes to Thee.The Lord shall fully satisfie the meeke,Their soule shall liue which His light face doe seeke;TheEast and Westshall turne to their right minde,And to the true God's worshipp be inclinde;Who doth, of all the world theScepterbeare,Rules and commaunds the nations euery where;The fatt shall eate and worshipp Him therefore,And they that lye in dust shall Him adore.Euen hee which cannot his own life preserue,Nor quicken his owne soule, the Lord shall serue.Their seed, O Lord! shall serue to worshipp Thee,And with Thy chosen people numbred bee;And to their children's children, shall expresseThine euerlasting truth and righteousnes.
PSALM XXIII.
The Lord mySheaperdis, Hee doth mee feed,His bounty euermore supplies my need;When I in pastures greene my fill haue tooke,He leads mee forth into the siluer brooke;Hee turnes my soule, when it is gon astray,For His name's glory, to His right[eous][202]way;Therefore although my soule detruded were,Euen to Hell's gates, yet I not ill should feare;When Thou art with mee, what should mee dismay?Thy crooke, my comfort is; Thy staffe, my stay;My table Thou hast spread and furnisht soe,As glads my heart, and greiues my enuious foe;Thy balme powr'd on my head, doth sweetly smell;Thou makst my cup aboue the brimme to swell.Thy mercy, while I breathe, shall follow mee,And in Thy house my dwellinge-place shall bee.
The Lord mySheaperdis, Hee doth mee feed,His bounty euermore supplies my need;When I in pastures greene my fill haue tooke,He leads mee forth into the siluer brooke;Hee turnes my soule, when it is gon astray,For His name's glory, to His right[eous][202]way;Therefore although my soule detruded were,Euen to Hell's gates, yet I not ill should feare;When Thou art with mee, what should mee dismay?Thy crooke, my comfort is; Thy staffe, my stay;My table Thou hast spread and furnisht soe,As glads my heart, and greiues my enuious foe;Thy balme powr'd on my head, doth sweetly smell;Thou makst my cup aboue the brimme to swell.Thy mercy, while I breathe, shall follow mee,And in Thy house my dwellinge-place shall bee.
PSALM XXIV.
The Earth, and all things which on the Earth remaine,Euen all the world, doth to the Lord pertaine;Amid the Sea, Hee founded hath the LandAnd made thisGlobeaboue the floods to stand.Who shall untoJehouah's Mountascend?Or who shall in His holy place attend?Euen hee whose hands are cleane, whose heart is pure,Whose tongue is true, whose oath is just and sure.He shall receaue both righteousnes and blisseFrom God, Whose mercy his saluation is.Such are the seed ofJacob'sfaithfull race,Which seeke the Lord, and loue to see His face;Ye euerlastingGates, your heads upreare,And let the King of Glory enter there.That glorious name, to Whome doth it belong?To God Most Mightie and in warr most stronge.Eternall dores, lift [up] your heads, I sayThat there, the King of Glorie enter may.The King of Glory enters, what is Hee?The Lord of Hosts is knowne that Kinge to bee.
The Earth, and all things which on the Earth remaine,Euen all the world, doth to the Lord pertaine;Amid the Sea, Hee founded hath the LandAnd made thisGlobeaboue the floods to stand.Who shall untoJehouah's Mountascend?Or who shall in His holy place attend?Euen hee whose hands are cleane, whose heart is pure,Whose tongue is true, whose oath is just and sure.He shall receaue both righteousnes and blisseFrom God, Whose mercy his saluation is.Such are the seed ofJacob'sfaithfull race,Which seeke the Lord, and loue to see His face;Ye euerlastingGates, your heads upreare,And let the King of Glory enter there.That glorious name, to Whome doth it belong?To God Most Mightie and in warr most stronge.Eternall dores, lift [up] your heads, I sayThat there, the King of Glorie enter may.The King of Glory enters, what is Hee?The Lord of Hosts is knowne that Kinge to bee.
PSALM XXV.
Mine humble soule O Lord! I lift to Thee,On Whome my trust shall euer fixèd bee;O suffer not my cheekes with shame to glowe,Nor make me slaue to my insultinge foe;For they which hope in Thee incurr noe blame,But wilfull synners shall bee clothed with shame.To mee, O Lord! vouchsafe Thy wayes to show,And Thy right pathes, that I therein may goe;Teach mee the way of truth, direct my will;Thou art mySauior, I attend Thee still;Receaue mee Lord, and to remembrance callThy ould compassions, and Thy mercies all;But of Thy wonted grace to mee, O LordOf the errours of my youth keep noe record;The Lord is good, and for His goodnes' sakeHee teaches sinners, godly wayes to take;Yet Hee His learninge doth to non impartBut to the meeke and to the humble hart;His pathes are grace and truth; that only wayHee leads all those which doe His will obey.For Thy name's glorie, I doe Thee intreatTo my great sinns, extend Thy mercie greatTo him which feares the Lord, the Lord doth showeHow in his callinge hee may safely goe;His soule shall bee at ease and all his race,Shall in the Land possesse a blessed place;His couenant and His counselles neare,[203]God shewes to them in whome Hee plants His feare;My looke to Him shall euer raisèd bee,Who from the nett my captiue feet doth free.Haue mercy Lord on mee! and turne Thy faceTo see my desolate and wither'd case;Enlargèd is my greife and heauines,But Lord, enlarge Thou mee from my distresse!Looke on the wofullStatethat I am in;Remittthe cause thereof, which is my synne;My foes consider, and their multitudeWhich mee with deadly hatred hath pursude;And keepe my soule[204]from sinne,[205]my face from shame,Who trust in Thee and call upon Thy name.Let truth and righteousnes without deceiptStill wait on mee, because on Thee I wait;And sett Thy faithfullIsraellat restFrom all the trubles which doe him molest.
Mine humble soule O Lord! I lift to Thee,On Whome my trust shall euer fixèd bee;O suffer not my cheekes with shame to glowe,Nor make me slaue to my insultinge foe;For they which hope in Thee incurr noe blame,But wilfull synners shall bee clothed with shame.To mee, O Lord! vouchsafe Thy wayes to show,And Thy right pathes, that I therein may goe;Teach mee the way of truth, direct my will;Thou art mySauior, I attend Thee still;Receaue mee Lord, and to remembrance callThy ould compassions, and Thy mercies all;But of Thy wonted grace to mee, O LordOf the errours of my youth keep noe record;The Lord is good, and for His goodnes' sakeHee teaches sinners, godly wayes to take;Yet Hee His learninge doth to non impartBut to the meeke and to the humble hart;His pathes are grace and truth; that only wayHee leads all those which doe His will obey.For Thy name's glorie, I doe Thee intreatTo my great sinns, extend Thy mercie greatTo him which feares the Lord, the Lord doth showeHow in his callinge hee may safely goe;His soule shall bee at ease and all his race,Shall in the Land possesse a blessed place;His couenant and His counselles neare,[203]God shewes to them in whome Hee plants His feare;My looke to Him shall euer raisèd bee,Who from the nett my captiue feet doth free.Haue mercy Lord on mee! and turne Thy faceTo see my desolate and wither'd case;Enlargèd is my greife and heauines,But Lord, enlarge Thou mee from my distresse!Looke on the wofullStatethat I am in;Remittthe cause thereof, which is my synne;My foes consider, and their multitudeWhich mee with deadly hatred hath pursude;And keepe my soule[204]from sinne,[205]my face from shame,Who trust in Thee and call upon Thy name.Let truth and righteousnes without deceiptStill wait on mee, because on Thee I wait;And sett Thy faithfullIsraellat restFrom all the trubles which doe him molest.
PSALM XXVI.
Bee thou myIudge,O Lord! my cause is just;I shall not stagger while in Thee I trust.Weigh and examine mee, search all my vaines,The bottom of my heart and inward raines;I sett Thy goodnes euer in my sight,Which in Thy truth doth guide my stepps aright;I use not to conuerse with persons vaine,Nor with dissemblers fellowship retaine;My soule the assembly of the wicked hates.Nor will I sitt among ungodlymates;Repentencehaueing made my conscience cleare,Then will I Lord, approach ThineAlterneare;That I may thanke [Thee] both with harte and voyce,And tellinge of Thy wondrous workes rejoyceThy temple Lord, I loue exceeding well,Wherein ThyMajestie and Gloriedwell.O let not sinfull men my soule enclose,Nor of my life let sinfull men dispose;Whose hands are foule, their sinnes them foule doe make,And full of guifts which they coruptly take;But I to leaue a blamelesse life entend:O Lord therein with mercie mee defend.My foot stands right and therefore all my dayesIn all assemblies I the Lord will praise.
Bee thou myIudge,O Lord! my cause is just;I shall not stagger while in Thee I trust.Weigh and examine mee, search all my vaines,The bottom of my heart and inward raines;I sett Thy goodnes euer in my sight,Which in Thy truth doth guide my stepps aright;I use not to conuerse with persons vaine,Nor with dissemblers fellowship retaine;My soule the assembly of the wicked hates.Nor will I sitt among ungodlymates;Repentencehaueing made my conscience cleare,Then will I Lord, approach ThineAlterneare;That I may thanke [Thee] both with harte and voyce,And tellinge of Thy wondrous workes rejoyceThy temple Lord, I loue exceeding well,Wherein ThyMajestie and Gloriedwell.O let not sinfull men my soule enclose,Nor of my life let sinfull men dispose;Whose hands are foule, their sinnes them foule doe make,And full of guifts which they coruptly take;But I to leaue a blamelesse life entend:O Lord therein with mercie mee defend.My foot stands right and therefore all my dayesIn all assemblies I the Lord will praise.
PSALM XXVII.
God is my light,saluation, strength and aid,Of whome and what shall I then bee afraid?The wicked came to haue devour'd mee quite,But stumbled in their way, and fell downe-right.Though mighty armies in my wayes were laid,I stand secure, I cannot bee dismaid.One thinge I wish, euen while I liue to dwell,In God's faire House, where beauty doth excell;His tent, in time of truble, shall mee hide,And I shall on His rocke of safety bide;Now shall Hee lift my head aboue my foes,Which mee with armèd multitudes, enclose;And now will I His praise in trihumph singe,And joyfull offerings to His temple bringe;And let my cries approach Thy gracious eare,Vouchsafe in mercie my complaints to heare;My heart doth tell that Thou bidst mee stillThy face to seeke: Lord! seek Thy face I will.Then doe not hide from mee Thy face soe bright,Nor in Thy wrath exclude mee from Thy sight;Thou euer wast mine aid, since I was borne:God of my safety leaue me not forlorne.My father and my mother both forsooke mee,But then the Lord to his tuition tooke mee;Teach mee the way that I therein may goe,Soe shall I neuer fall before my foe;Nor fall into their power which doe me hate,And brought false oathes against mee in the gate.My heart had fail'd but that my hope to seeGod'sendlesse blisse in heauen, did comfort mee.Then stay God's time, Hee shall thee stay at length,And Hee till then shall arme thy heart with strength.
God is my light,saluation, strength and aid,Of whome and what shall I then bee afraid?The wicked came to haue devour'd mee quite,But stumbled in their way, and fell downe-right.Though mighty armies in my wayes were laid,I stand secure, I cannot bee dismaid.One thinge I wish, euen while I liue to dwell,In God's faire House, where beauty doth excell;His tent, in time of truble, shall mee hide,And I shall on His rocke of safety bide;Now shall Hee lift my head aboue my foes,Which mee with armèd multitudes, enclose;And now will I His praise in trihumph singe,And joyfull offerings to His temple bringe;And let my cries approach Thy gracious eare,Vouchsafe in mercie my complaints to heare;My heart doth tell that Thou bidst mee stillThy face to seeke: Lord! seek Thy face I will.Then doe not hide from mee Thy face soe bright,Nor in Thy wrath exclude mee from Thy sight;Thou euer wast mine aid, since I was borne:God of my safety leaue me not forlorne.My father and my mother both forsooke mee,But then the Lord to his tuition tooke mee;Teach mee the way that I therein may goe,Soe shall I neuer fall before my foe;Nor fall into their power which doe me hate,And brought false oathes against mee in the gate.My heart had fail'd but that my hope to seeGod'sendlesse blisse in heauen, did comfort mee.Then stay God's time, Hee shall thee stay at length,And Hee till then shall arme thy heart with strength.
PSALM XXVIII.
Heare (Lord my strength!) the crie I make to Thee!I am but dead, if Thou seeme deafe to mee:Heare, when with humble prayer, I Thee entreat,With lifted hands before Thy mercy seate.But rancke me not with those which wicked are,Whose lipps speake peace, whose hearts are full of warr;Accordinge to their actions let them speed,And as their merrit is, soe make their need;For that they see Thy workes, and yet neglect them,Thou shall destroy and neuer more erect them:The Lord bee praisd Who hath vouchsaft to heare,And lend unto my prayer a gracious eare;His sheildprotects, His strength doth mee aduance;My tongue shall sing His praise, my heart shall dance;Hee to His seruants, force, and vertue, giues;Through Him in safetie His annoynted liues.Saue Thy peculier people, Lord! and blesse them,And lift their heads aboue them that oppresse them.
Heare (Lord my strength!) the crie I make to Thee!I am but dead, if Thou seeme deafe to mee:Heare, when with humble prayer, I Thee entreat,With lifted hands before Thy mercy seate.But rancke me not with those which wicked are,Whose lipps speake peace, whose hearts are full of warr;Accordinge to their actions let them speed,And as their merrit is, soe make their need;For that they see Thy workes, and yet neglect them,Thou shall destroy and neuer more erect them:The Lord bee praisd Who hath vouchsaft to heare,And lend unto my prayer a gracious eare;His sheildprotects, His strength doth mee aduance;My tongue shall sing His praise, my heart shall dance;Hee to His seruants, force, and vertue, giues;Through Him in safetie His annoynted liues.Saue Thy peculier people, Lord! and blesse them,And lift their heads aboue them that oppresse them.
PSALM XXIX.
Yee kings, since byGod'spower and grace, yee raigne,Glory and power ascribe to Him againe;Yeild Him the honnour due to His great name,And in His gloriousCourts, His praise proclaime;His voyce doth cause the Seas, to swell and shake,And in the heauens the dreadfull thunder make;Jehouah'svoice, effects of power doth breed,It is a stronge and glorious voyce indeed;His voyce the cedar doth in sunder teare,The Cedars whichMount Lebanusdoth beare;MakesLebanus, andHermonhill, to trembleAnd skippingeCaluesandUnicornes, resemble;Doth breake the clouds, and flames of fire deuide,The deserts shake, euenCades[206]desert wide;Makes hindes to calue, for feare makes forrests bare,While in His temple wee His praise declare;The Lord vpon the water-floods doth raigne,The Lord aKingefor euer doth remaine;The Lord shall still His people's strength encrease,And giue to them the blessinge of His peace.
Yee kings, since byGod'spower and grace, yee raigne,Glory and power ascribe to Him againe;Yeild Him the honnour due to His great name,And in His gloriousCourts, His praise proclaime;His voyce doth cause the Seas, to swell and shake,And in the heauens the dreadfull thunder make;Jehouah'svoice, effects of power doth breed,It is a stronge and glorious voyce indeed;His voyce the cedar doth in sunder teare,The Cedars whichMount Lebanusdoth beare;MakesLebanus, andHermonhill, to trembleAnd skippingeCaluesandUnicornes, resemble;Doth breake the clouds, and flames of fire deuide,The deserts shake, euenCades[206]desert wide;Makes hindes to calue, for feare makes forrests bare,While in His temple wee His praise declare;The Lord vpon the water-floods doth raigne,The Lord aKingefor euer doth remaine;The Lord shall still His people's strength encrease,And giue to them the blessinge of His peace.
PSALM XXX.
Highly the Lord I praise Who setts mee highAboue my proud insultinge enimie;Sicke to the death, I cried toGodfor ease,And Hee hath cur'd my dangerous disease;Hee from the graue hath lifted up my headAnd hath reduc't[207]mee from among the dead.Yeesaintsof His in songs His praise expresse,With thankes[208]make mention of His holines;For momentarie His displeasure is,When in His fauour there is life and blisse;Sad sorrow may continue for a night,But joy returneth with the morninge light.When my estate did prosper, then said II shall not fall, my seat is fixt on high.But when Thou Lord, didst turne Thy face aside,Then was I trubled, and to Thee I cride;To Thee began I then againe to pray,And in my humble prayer thus did say:What profit can there by my death arise,When buried in the graue my body lies?Shall dust and ashes celebrate Thy name?Or shall the silentToombeThy truth proclaime?Lord, heare my prayer, and then Thy mercie showIn aidinge mee against my cruell foe!Loe now to dancinge,[209]Thou hast turn'd my sadnes,Out[210]of my sackloth girded mee with gladnes.For this shall euerie good man singe Thy praise,And I shall thanke and blesse Thee all my dayes.
Highly the Lord I praise Who setts mee highAboue my proud insultinge enimie;Sicke to the death, I cried toGodfor ease,And Hee hath cur'd my dangerous disease;Hee from the graue hath lifted up my headAnd hath reduc't[207]mee from among the dead.Yeesaintsof His in songs His praise expresse,With thankes[208]make mention of His holines;For momentarie His displeasure is,When in His fauour there is life and blisse;Sad sorrow may continue for a night,But joy returneth with the morninge light.When my estate did prosper, then said II shall not fall, my seat is fixt on high.But when Thou Lord, didst turne Thy face aside,Then was I trubled, and to Thee I cride;To Thee began I then againe to pray,And in my humble prayer thus did say:What profit can there by my death arise,When buried in the graue my body lies?Shall dust and ashes celebrate Thy name?Or shall the silentToombeThy truth proclaime?Lord, heare my prayer, and then Thy mercie showIn aidinge mee against my cruell foe!Loe now to dancinge,[209]Thou hast turn'd my sadnes,Out[210]of my sackloth girded mee with gladnes.For this shall euerie good man singe Thy praise,And I shall thanke and blesse Thee all my dayes.
PSALM XXXI.
In Thee, O Lord! haue I put all my trust,Then rescue mee from shame, as Thou art just;Giue eare, and soone from perill sett mee free;Bee Thou a Rocke and stronge defence to mee;Thou art my Rocke and Castle when I stray;Bee Thou my Guide, and leade mee in the way.Thou art my strength; O cleare mee from that netWhich priuily my foes for mee haue sett!Into Thy hands[211]my soule I doe committ:Lord Godof truth Thou hast redeemèd it.I hate all those which in vain lies delight,For all my trust is in the Lord of might.Thy mercies glad my heart: for in my woeThou hast vouchsaft my [weary] soule to knowe.Thou hast not left mee prisoner with my foe,But sett me free that I at large may goe.Yeild to my trubles mercifull releife,My eares waxe deafe, my heart doth melt with greife.Few are my yeares, in number to be tould,Yet sorrow, care, and greife, hath made mee ould;My strength with prayer and anguish doth decay,My joynts growe weake, my bones consume away;I am a scorne to all my enimies,But specially myNeighboursmee dispise;My very presence did my friends affright,And all my ould acquaintance shun my sight.I am forgott as if I buried lay,And viler then a broken pott of clay.I heard the waylings of the multitudeAnd trembled while they did my death conclude;But all my hope hath beene O Lord in Thee,Whome I professe my only Lord to bee;My tyme is in Thy hand, O doe not leaueMee in their hands which would my life bereue.O turne to mee the brightnes of Thy face,And saue mee through Thy mercy and Thy grace;Make not mee blush which did invoke Thy name,But put my foes to silence and to shame;And let the lipps bee dumbe which vtter lyesAgainst the righteous in spightfull-wise.O what blessings, dost Thou keepe in storeFor them that feare and loue Thee euermore;Thou shalt protect them from the great men's pride,And in Thy Tent from stormes of tongues them hide.Blest bee the Lord Whose mercies manifoldDoe keepe mee safer then the strongest hold;When I with passion was transported quite,I said I was sequester'd from His sight;And yet for all my weaknes, heard was I,When to myMakerI did make my crie.Loue Him yeeSaintsof His who guardeth thoseWho trust in Him: and pay'st[212]their proudest foes.Yee that rely on Him be strong of hartAnd Hee to you shall heauenly strength jmpart.
In Thee, O Lord! haue I put all my trust,Then rescue mee from shame, as Thou art just;Giue eare, and soone from perill sett mee free;Bee Thou a Rocke and stronge defence to mee;Thou art my Rocke and Castle when I stray;Bee Thou my Guide, and leade mee in the way.Thou art my strength; O cleare mee from that netWhich priuily my foes for mee haue sett!Into Thy hands[211]my soule I doe committ:Lord Godof truth Thou hast redeemèd it.I hate all those which in vain lies delight,For all my trust is in the Lord of might.Thy mercies glad my heart: for in my woeThou hast vouchsaft my [weary] soule to knowe.Thou hast not left mee prisoner with my foe,But sett me free that I at large may goe.Yeild to my trubles mercifull releife,My eares waxe deafe, my heart doth melt with greife.Few are my yeares, in number to be tould,Yet sorrow, care, and greife, hath made mee ould;My strength with prayer and anguish doth decay,My joynts growe weake, my bones consume away;I am a scorne to all my enimies,But specially myNeighboursmee dispise;My very presence did my friends affright,And all my ould acquaintance shun my sight.I am forgott as if I buried lay,And viler then a broken pott of clay.I heard the waylings of the multitudeAnd trembled while they did my death conclude;But all my hope hath beene O Lord in Thee,Whome I professe my only Lord to bee;My tyme is in Thy hand, O doe not leaueMee in their hands which would my life bereue.O turne to mee the brightnes of Thy face,And saue mee through Thy mercy and Thy grace;Make not mee blush which did invoke Thy name,But put my foes to silence and to shame;And let the lipps bee dumbe which vtter lyesAgainst the righteous in spightfull-wise.O what blessings, dost Thou keepe in storeFor them that feare and loue Thee euermore;Thou shalt protect them from the great men's pride,And in Thy Tent from stormes of tongues them hide.Blest bee the Lord Whose mercies manifoldDoe keepe mee safer then the strongest hold;When I with passion was transported quite,I said I was sequester'd from His sight;And yet for all my weaknes, heard was I,When to myMakerI did make my crie.Loue Him yeeSaintsof His who guardeth thoseWho trust in Him: and pay'st[212]their proudest foes.Yee that rely on Him be strong of hartAnd Hee to you shall heauenly strength jmpart.
PSALM XXXII.
Happie indeed and truly blest is heeWhose sinnes remitted and faults couerèd bee;To whome the Lord doth not jmpute his sinne,Whose single heart hath not deceipt therein.When I was silent I consum'd away,And pyninge greife did waste mee day by day;Thy hand on mee was heauy still, wherebyMy moisture grewe like draught in Summer drie.My sinne I will acknowledge Lord to Thee,My secret faults shall not concealèd bee;I said, I will my synnes to God confesse,And God forthwith forgaue my wickednesse.If good men seeke Him when Hee may be found,The world's high waues shall neuer them surround;Thou hid'st mee close and sauest mee from annoy,And dost enuirone mee with songs of joy;When Thou hast sett mee in Thyne owne right way,Thine eye doth guide mee that I doe not stray.Then must I not be brute, as horse and mule,Which men with bitt and bridle only rule.With many whipps, God doth the wicked chaseBut doth with mercies faithfull men embrace;Bee glad, rejoyce, and glory in the LordAll yee whose hearts doth with His will accord.
Happie indeed and truly blest is heeWhose sinnes remitted and faults couerèd bee;To whome the Lord doth not jmpute his sinne,Whose single heart hath not deceipt therein.When I was silent I consum'd away,And pyninge greife did waste mee day by day;Thy hand on mee was heauy still, wherebyMy moisture grewe like draught in Summer drie.My sinne I will acknowledge Lord to Thee,My secret faults shall not concealèd bee;I said, I will my synnes to God confesse,And God forthwith forgaue my wickednesse.If good men seeke Him when Hee may be found,The world's high waues shall neuer them surround;Thou hid'st mee close and sauest mee from annoy,And dost enuirone mee with songs of joy;When Thou hast sett mee in Thyne owne right way,Thine eye doth guide mee that I doe not stray.Then must I not be brute, as horse and mule,Which men with bitt and bridle only rule.With many whipps, God doth the wicked chaseBut doth with mercies faithfull men embrace;Bee glad, rejoyce, and glory in the LordAll yee whose hearts doth with His will accord.
PSALM XXXIII.
Rejoyce yee righteous in the Lord, and singe;To giue God thankes, it is a comely thinge:Singe prayses unto Him and sett your songsTo harpe and lute, that speaketh with ten tongues;Singe to the Lord a new composèd songe,With chearefull heart and with affection stronge;For His most holy Word is euer true,And all His workes His constancie doe shew.Hee loueth right and justice euermore,And with His blessinge Hee the earth doth store;For by His word the heauens created were;His breath made eueryStarrand euery sp'ere;[213]The Seas, as in aStorehouseHee doth keepe,And heapes them up as treasures in the deepe;The earth before theLordshall quake for feare,And all that dwell on His roundCenterhere:Hee spake, and they were made; at His commaundThe heauens began to moue, the earth to stand.Counsellsof princes and ofNationsgreat,And peoples' plotts, His wisdome doth defeat;ButGod'sowne counsell, purpose and decree,Eternall stand, and cannot frustrate bee.ThatNationhath true happines and blisse,WhoseGodandLord, theLord Jehouahis;Downe from the highest heauen the Lord did looke,And of all men a full suruey Hee tooke;From Heauen aboue the Lord did cast His eye,And all mens wayes and wanderings did espie.Hee formèd all their hearts, and understandsTheir thoughts, their words, and workes of all their hands.The greatest armies cannot saue aKinge,Nor strength unto a stronge man safety bringe;His trust is vaine who trusteth in his horse,And seekes deliuerance by soe small a force;With gracious eye the Lord behoulds the just,Which Him doe feare and in His mercie trust:In tyme of dearth their hungrie soules to feedAnd from deathe's jawes to rescue them with speed.Our soules with patience for the Lord haue staid,Who is our only sheild, support and aid;Our hearts shall Him as our true joy embrace,For wee our only trust in Him doe place.Thy mercie Lord to us exceeded bee,According to the hope wee haue in Thee.
Rejoyce yee righteous in the Lord, and singe;To giue God thankes, it is a comely thinge:Singe prayses unto Him and sett your songsTo harpe and lute, that speaketh with ten tongues;Singe to the Lord a new composèd songe,With chearefull heart and with affection stronge;For His most holy Word is euer true,And all His workes His constancie doe shew.Hee loueth right and justice euermore,And with His blessinge Hee the earth doth store;For by His word the heauens created were;His breath made eueryStarrand euery sp'ere;[213]The Seas, as in aStorehouseHee doth keepe,And heapes them up as treasures in the deepe;The earth before theLordshall quake for feare,And all that dwell on His roundCenterhere:Hee spake, and they were made; at His commaundThe heauens began to moue, the earth to stand.Counsellsof princes and ofNationsgreat,And peoples' plotts, His wisdome doth defeat;ButGod'sowne counsell, purpose and decree,Eternall stand, and cannot frustrate bee.ThatNationhath true happines and blisse,WhoseGodandLord, theLord Jehouahis;Downe from the highest heauen the Lord did looke,And of all men a full suruey Hee tooke;From Heauen aboue the Lord did cast His eye,And all mens wayes and wanderings did espie.Hee formèd all their hearts, and understandsTheir thoughts, their words, and workes of all their hands.The greatest armies cannot saue aKinge,Nor strength unto a stronge man safety bringe;His trust is vaine who trusteth in his horse,And seekes deliuerance by soe small a force;With gracious eye the Lord behoulds the just,Which Him doe feare and in His mercie trust:In tyme of dearth their hungrie soules to feedAnd from deathe's jawes to rescue them with speed.Our soules with patience for the Lord haue staid,Who is our only sheild, support and aid;Our hearts shall Him as our true joy embrace,For wee our only trust in Him doe place.Thy mercie Lord to us exceeded bee,According to the hope wee haue in Thee.
PSALM XXXIV.
Lord euermore will I giue thankes to Thee,And in my mouth Thy praise shall euer bee;My soule shall boast that shee Thy seruant is,The humble shall be glad to heare of this;Come then, O come, and let vs praise the Lord,And magnifie His name with sweet accord.I sought the Lord by prayer which He did heare,And saued mee from that ill my soule did feare.Looke towards God, thou shalt enlightenèd bee,And no foule shame shall euer light on thee.The poor man's crie, the Lord doth quickly heare,And doth for all his trubles quitt him cleare;Such as feare God His Angell guards them all,From euery mischeife that may them befall.O taste the Lord, and see how sweet Hee is,The man that trusts in Him liues still in bliss.O feare the Lord, yee that aresaintsof His,Who feare the Lord noe needfull thinge shall misse.Rich become poore, and lyons hungrie bee,But such as feare the Lord noe want shall see.Come then yee children, listen and giue eare,And I will teach you this religious feare:What man art thou that longest long to liue,And wouldst thatGodto thee good dayes should giue;Refraine thy tongue from speaking ill the while,And from thy lipps let there proceed noe guile;Doe that is good, decline from that is ill,Seeke peace with God and men, and hould it still.Upon good men God casts a gentle eye,And bends a gentle eare unto their crye.But to the wicked shewes an angrie browe,Till they bee quite exterpèd, root and bow;[214]But when the righteous cry, the Lord doth heare themAnd from all trubles absolutely cleare them;God's present helpe the Lord['s own folk] doth finde,And such Hee saues as are of humble minde.The righteous into many trubles fall,But God's sweet mercy brings them out of all;Their very bones so keepe and count doth Hee,As not one broken nor one lost, shall bee.But some foule death shall on the wicked light,And they which hate the just, shall perish quite;But of his seruants,GodtheSauiouris;They trust in Him, their hope they cannot misse.
Lord euermore will I giue thankes to Thee,And in my mouth Thy praise shall euer bee;My soule shall boast that shee Thy seruant is,The humble shall be glad to heare of this;Come then, O come, and let vs praise the Lord,And magnifie His name with sweet accord.I sought the Lord by prayer which He did heare,And saued mee from that ill my soule did feare.Looke towards God, thou shalt enlightenèd bee,And no foule shame shall euer light on thee.The poor man's crie, the Lord doth quickly heare,And doth for all his trubles quitt him cleare;Such as feare God His Angell guards them all,From euery mischeife that may them befall.O taste the Lord, and see how sweet Hee is,The man that trusts in Him liues still in bliss.O feare the Lord, yee that aresaintsof His,Who feare the Lord noe needfull thinge shall misse.Rich become poore, and lyons hungrie bee,But such as feare the Lord noe want shall see.Come then yee children, listen and giue eare,And I will teach you this religious feare:What man art thou that longest long to liue,And wouldst thatGodto thee good dayes should giue;Refraine thy tongue from speaking ill the while,And from thy lipps let there proceed noe guile;Doe that is good, decline from that is ill,Seeke peace with God and men, and hould it still.Upon good men God casts a gentle eye,And bends a gentle eare unto their crye.But to the wicked shewes an angrie browe,Till they bee quite exterpèd, root and bow;[214]But when the righteous cry, the Lord doth heare themAnd from all trubles absolutely cleare them;God's present helpe the Lord['s own folk] doth finde,And such Hee saues as are of humble minde.The righteous into many trubles fall,But God's sweet mercy brings them out of all;Their very bones so keepe and count doth Hee,As not one broken nor one lost, shall bee.But some foule death shall on the wicked light,And they which hate the just, shall perish quite;But of his seruants,GodtheSauiouris;They trust in Him, their hope they cannot misse.
PSALM XXXV.
Plead Thou my cause, O Lord my Advocate!Against all those with whome I haue debate;Fight against them that doe against mee fight,Take up Thy shield, and helpe mee with Thy might;Lift up Thy launce, stopp them which mee pursue,Say to my soule, I am ThySauiourtrue;Let shame on them which seeke my ruin light,And with confusion turne them all to flight.Let them bee like the dust before the winde,With God's feirce angell followinge them behinde;Set them in slipperie wayes, and darke withall,And let God's Angell smite them as they fall;For they have spred a nett and dig'd a pitt,Euen without cause to catch my soule in it:But in that pitt let them fall vnawares,And bee entangled in their proper snares;But thou my soule, whom God[215]thus guides from ill,Rejoyce in Him, and His saluation still;My bones shall say, Lord who is like to Thee?Who poore weake men from their strong foe dost free:False witnesses arose with oathes untrue,And chargèd mee with things I neuer knew;They to my greife did ill for good requite,And recompenc't my kindnes with dispight;Yet in their sicknes I did sackcloth weare,[216]And fast and pray with many a secret teare;I could not more for friend or brother mourne,Or if my mother to her graue were borne:But in my woe they made great mirth and glee,The very abjects mockt and mowde[217]at mee;Base flatterers and jesters came withall,[And] gnasht their teeth to show their bitter gall.How long shall this bee Lord? my soule withdrawFrom these men's wrongs, and from the lyon's jaw:Soe in ThyChurchshall I my thankes proclaime,And in our Great Assembly praise Thy name;Let not my foes trihumph[218]on mee againe,Nor with their mockinge eyes shew their disdaine;They meet and parte, but peace they doe not seekeBut to supplant the peaceable and meeke;They gape and drawe their mouthes in scornefull wise,And cry, fie, fie, wee sawe it with our eyes.But Thou their deed (O Lord!) dost alsoe see;Then bee not silent soe, nor farr from mee.Awake, stand up OGodandLord of Might,Auenge my quarrell, judge my cause aright;To Thydoomerather lett mee fall or standThen subject bee to their insultinge hand;Then they should say, soe, soe, these things goe right,We haue our will, and haue deuour'd him quite.Shame bee to them that joy in my mischance,And which to cast mee downe themselues aduance;Let them bee glad that my wellwishers bee,And blesse the Lord that hath soe blessèd mee.As for my tongue it shall sett forth Thy praise,And celebrate Thy justice all my dayes.
Plead Thou my cause, O Lord my Advocate!Against all those with whome I haue debate;Fight against them that doe against mee fight,Take up Thy shield, and helpe mee with Thy might;Lift up Thy launce, stopp them which mee pursue,Say to my soule, I am ThySauiourtrue;Let shame on them which seeke my ruin light,And with confusion turne them all to flight.Let them bee like the dust before the winde,With God's feirce angell followinge them behinde;Set them in slipperie wayes, and darke withall,And let God's Angell smite them as they fall;For they have spred a nett and dig'd a pitt,Euen without cause to catch my soule in it:But in that pitt let them fall vnawares,And bee entangled in their proper snares;But thou my soule, whom God[215]thus guides from ill,Rejoyce in Him, and His saluation still;My bones shall say, Lord who is like to Thee?Who poore weake men from their strong foe dost free:False witnesses arose with oathes untrue,And chargèd mee with things I neuer knew;They to my greife did ill for good requite,And recompenc't my kindnes with dispight;Yet in their sicknes I did sackcloth weare,[216]And fast and pray with many a secret teare;I could not more for friend or brother mourne,Or if my mother to her graue were borne:But in my woe they made great mirth and glee,The very abjects mockt and mowde[217]at mee;Base flatterers and jesters came withall,[And] gnasht their teeth to show their bitter gall.How long shall this bee Lord? my soule withdrawFrom these men's wrongs, and from the lyon's jaw:Soe in ThyChurchshall I my thankes proclaime,And in our Great Assembly praise Thy name;Let not my foes trihumph[218]on mee againe,Nor with their mockinge eyes shew their disdaine;They meet and parte, but peace they doe not seekeBut to supplant the peaceable and meeke;They gape and drawe their mouthes in scornefull wise,And cry, fie, fie, wee sawe it with our eyes.But Thou their deed (O Lord!) dost alsoe see;Then bee not silent soe, nor farr from mee.Awake, stand up OGodandLord of Might,Auenge my quarrell, judge my cause aright;To Thydoomerather lett mee fall or standThen subject bee to their insultinge hand;Then they should say, soe, soe, these things goe right,We haue our will, and haue deuour'd him quite.Shame bee to them that joy in my mischance,And which to cast mee downe themselues aduance;Let them bee glad that my wellwishers bee,And blesse the Lord that hath soe blessèd mee.As for my tongue it shall sett forth Thy praise,And celebrate Thy justice all my dayes.
PSALM XXXVI.