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 PSALMS 
 
 I) A V 
 
 I N 
 
 Engliih Metre ; I 
 
 Tranfiated from the ORIGIN 'A 'L,' 
 
 And Suited to all the TUNES 
 now Sung in CHURCHES : 
 
 With the Additions oj/feveral NEW. 
 
 By LUKE MILBOURNE^ 
 
 A Presbyter of the Church of England. 
 
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 > ill 
 
 Adag. Arab. 
 7rf«j by the Streams, the Spring is clearly fioxcn ; 
 And the Tranjlation makes the Author known. 
 
 Lord Falkland. 
 None can condemn the Wijh or Lahoiir jfent^ 
 Good Matter in good Words to rcprefe?it. 
 
 Bifhop King, to Mr. Sandys. 
 
 London, Printed for W. Rogers at the Sun, R. t 
 r cill at the Peacock, and B. Tooke at the MiddleJen-i 
 pie Gate, all inFleetftreet. J. Lawrence at thcApgell 
 in the Poultry , and 7. Tayler at the Ship in St. 
 trt's Church-yard, 1698. 
 
A- 
 
 
 
 
T O 
 
 His Highnefs 
 
 THE 
 
 DUKE 
 
 O F 
 
 GLOCESTER. 
 
 May it fleafe Tour Highnefs, 
 
 THis little Book wants a 
 ProteBor ; And where 
 could it find a Better, 
 than in Our other Hope .<? Your 
 Highnefs has here the greatest 
 King, and the bcH of Poets, to 
 A 2 excite 
 
"The Epljlle Dedicatory. 
 
 excite Your Courage y and enliven 
 Your Devotion. You have the Wit 
 and Spirit of a -Court , with- 
 out the Follies of the .prefent 
 Age 3 Fmemfs of Thought , 
 without Loojhefs of Fancy ; 
 Rapture, without Extravagance ; 
 and £}*{ji , .without the Ex- 
 treams of Superjlitwn or /*&- 
 /^ry. Thefe Hymns contain 
 nothing hut what may adorn 
 the Innocence of Touth and the 
 Vigour of a Manly Jps The 
 Mailers of Mufick may try 
 their Skill here, and firjg Gods 
 Praxes in as charming Notes 
 as common and defpkable Amours ; 
 and advance the Love of their 
 Redeemer ■, above all the Atchiev- 
 ments of a fancied Hew. 
 
 From 
 
The. Epiillc VeJicjtory. 
 
 From Your HighncfVs 1 H 
 this Work may be acceptable 
 to His. wc'sl Excellent Maujiy ^ 
 and find Admiflion into the 
 Glofet of Your h notl^r • 
 
 If read by Your Self, ic will 
 be a Divide Mehim in • V 
 Diverfions, a Companion in Your 
 Privacy, a Support under Lin- 
 eafmefs, and a Security to Your 
 Religion : Thofe Holy Truths , 
 eonvey'd through the Channel 
 fmooth and cafie Verfe^ will, with 
 God's Jikfling, make You j 
 than four Emmies y more hjiomw^ 
 than any. Earthly Teacher r, and 
 mne apprehenfive than thofe of Et- 
 ch r Tears. May the God of 
 Heaven blefs Your Highne; 
 Proliant hid', 
 A 
 
The Efijlle Dedicatory. 
 Vermes, and unfading Years: 
 May He crown You with 
 Lo"ve and Honour here, and with 
 £o?e and Happwefs hereafter : 
 Which is the mod earned 
 Fraver of 
 
 tii Higlme&'s. 
 
 Molt Humhlc') and 
 
 Molt Obedient- Servant r . 
 
 Luke Milhoume. 
 
To the Mofl Reverend Fa* 
 
 thers in God the Archbi- 
 
 fliops, the Right Reverend 
 
 the Bifhops, and the l\fvc- 
 
 rend Clergy of Great Brir 
 
 tain and Ireland ; efpecially 
 
 fuch as now do, or hereafter 
 
 may represent that whole 
 
 ^Bodj, in Convocation : 
 
 The Preface of Luke MilboumeJPref- 
 byter^ 2nd Author of this Trans- 
 lation of the P Calms of David. 
 
 Maft Revere nJ n Right Reverend, and Re- 
 verend Fathers and Brethren. ! 
 lT^\Hat Plalmody was, anwngft the 
 Jews, a confiderahle Fart of 
 Divine Worfliip, that Bmk> of 
 which this calls it j elf a Trani- 
 lation, is a fujjkient Evidence ; That it 
 A 4 was 
 
TJhe Preface* 
 
 was itfed among Cliriitians of oh!, is un- 
 questionable. And perhaps it is no Difpa- 
 ragewent either to the Jemfr or the Qhri- 
 fticm Chvirch, that a great part of the old 
 Heathen Wcrflip confifled in Singing 
 Hymns and Praifes to their Gods. There 
 is fcmewhat fo truly Divine and Charming 
 in Wcll-fet Notes, and Vocal and In- 
 ftrumsntal Harmony ; they are fo apt to 
 r* and revive languid and drooping 
 - ; rs, fo likely to make fir ong Impreffwns \ 
 
 Memory, and fo extreawly affect ~ 
 fo the devour Soul, that as the Agree- 
 : of their Numbers wade Poets cf 
 ^/^//Treafurers of Divine Know- 
 ledge, fo the Sofnefs and Srveetnefs of 
 their Notes way wake the Matters of Sa- 
 . cred Mnfick among cur (elves ( were but 
 : their Lives & Heavenly as their Art ) the 
 i fitted Companions for happy Souls, and 
 i Blifsful Angels : With rejpeci to vchcm, 
 \ cur excellent Waller fays ; 
 
 All that we know of thofe above, 
 Is, that they frog, and that they love. 
 
 • What 
 
The Preface-; 
 
 - . 
 
 What Thoughts our fir ft- Rcforma . 
 his Kut ion had of this part of I ■ - * * 
 
 p is not cafe to conjecture ; I 
 whether they judder! Singing of Plain. >* 
 y; the whole Congregation no necef-. 
 ( ary part of a Publick Liturgy, or pp- 
 iojed that the Reading ; Plalms, chau,. 
 °d in Recitative, or Jung as . at pre], . 
 in Cathedrals, ( which Jeems favour d ly 
 that Title they carry in our Common-, 
 Prayer-Book, The Pfalrer or Tfalms of : 
 David, Pointed as they are to be Said 
 m Sung in Churches, ) was enough to 
 anfiver that part of IVorjhip, 'tis certain 
 they took no Care for any Metrical Tranl- 
 lation of thofe Jacred Hyrnns y for puh- 
 lick Uje. And though Jome pious and 
 learned Men had t.ikcn pains to put them 
 into Veife, the ietled Liturgy took no 
 notice of the Matter. Nor could I e : 
 find any Authcntick Allowance for fing- 
 ing them in puhlick, whatsoever the Com- 
 pany of Stationers pretend to r n! 
 vlaujiLie Title h#d xiliegard t(\ their own 
 Profit, mart than the Church's F.Jifica- 
 \ 5 tioir. 
 
Tfe Preface. 
 
 tion. However , the Pratt he of Singing 
 ; prevailed here every Day, in Imitation 
 tf the Reformed abroad, and certainly 
 tended very much towards the advancing 
 rf the Reformation' it felf; but, after 
 dtL was only connived at, or tolerated t 
 '.AM after the Reftauration of our Re- 
 ligion, and our Government, never 
 Authorifad, or Jo much as mentioned, as 
 a"? art of our Public k Service : And the 
 prefent and conflant Pratt ice of our Ca- 
 thedrals and Collegiate Churches, and 
 cur Colleges, not to mention the Chapel 
 'Royal, and other Places where Choirs 
 are fixed, intimates, that fuch V films 
 \ were never defign'd to be fetled by 
 Authority ; Profe-Anthems being there 
 generally fang, taken out of the Reading. 
 "Pfalms; feme fhert Parts of other Sen- 
 ^ptural Hymns ; fame of private Com- 
 pofore ; and, by chance, fametmes a 
 Verje or two out of Sternhold and Hop- 
 kins ; aSy particularly, out of the 68th 
 1 PfalriT; let God arife, &c Set, I think, 
 r fy WtlLtff&i ' 'Nov the Cathedrals be- 
 
The Preface. 
 
 ing Patterns to our Parochial AfTemblics, 
 at leafi in the wain parts of folernn iVor- 
 fbip, they having no Example of fuch a. 
 Nature from them, could pretend to no 
 Right of Singing Pfalms in Verfe ly the 
 entire Congregation. 
 
 Hence, though the great Sir Philip. 
 Sidney tranflated the whole Book, of 
 Pfalms into Rhyme ; and the pious Bi- 
 Jhop Hail, and the renouned Lord Bacon r 
 and it may he fome others, turn d fever al 
 particular Pfalms into Verfe > more corrett, 
 . douhtlefs, than the former, yet there ne*~ 
 ver was any Motion towards introducing 
 them into Churches. And fince our Con-? 
 vocations, to whom that Work properly 
 belongs y never took any fuch Cognizance of 
 thefe, or of the Ancient Verfion, as to re- 
 commend them, with the Liturgy, to the 
 Parliament, our Common Pfalmcdy re- 
 mains a Matter of Liberty : And it ne~ 
 ver yet was made an Article of Enquiry 
 at any Epifcopal Vifitation, Whether any 
 Pfalms were fung, or what Verfions of 
 them werejifed in Parochial Churches. 
 
The Preface. 
 
 On this Account \ it ivas, thai whereas 
 no Man letter nnderjiood his own Suprcr 
 in acy in Ecclefi aft hal Affairs than Charles 
 the. Firft, of blefled Memory, yet^ 
 though he k defgned .the utmojl Honour 
 to the Memory of his Father, when the 
 new Tranflation of King James the 
 Firfl was made publick, he only allow d 
 and recommended it to common Ufe ; 
 which , as Experience floew'd, was not 
 enough to break in v.pon Inveterate Cu- 
 Itom, or to exclude that which had for \ 
 fo many Tears gotten Pofleffion of our I 
 Bibles and Common-Prayer-Books of 
 all Volumes, and of our Worfhipping At 
 fcmblies. 
 
 TXr Standart of our Englifh Language 
 having leen fo much alter d of late ; and 
 Poetry efpecially having reach W its ut- 
 mcfl Height , 'by, that noble Genius ap- 
 pearing in the Writings of Sir John Den- 
 ham, Mr. Waller, and Mr. Cowley, and 
 
 " later Authors, the Roughnefs and 
 Uncorrecinefs of the Ancient Veriion has 
 'appear d the more evident .and notorious : 
 
 the 
 
The Preface. 
 
 fcrvation of which made Mr. San- 
 fcj, Mr. May, Mr. Burnaby, Bij 
 ing, /)//'. Barton, Sir John Denhani 
 ^/cVf, Mr. Smith, Air. Good ridge. Dr. 
 atrick, Dr. Woodford, and Dr. Ford, 
 id novo very lately Mr. Brady and Mr. 
 ate, make their jeveral Tranilations 
 ith different Succefs. Mr. Burnaby'x 
 ooky and 'Mr. May'* Effay, I have feci : 
 fr. Sandys' * and the Reverend Z>.Wood- 
 rdV are above our ordinary Mufick, 
 *e lafi efpecia/ly, ivhofe Author feems to 
 'eath with Davids Spirit, and to afpire 
 Raptures almofi equal with that Divine 
 falmift ; andwhoje Steps are as nobly foU 
 wd by that Mafculine Poet, as well as 
 ainter , the incomparable Mrs. Beal. 
 [r. Barton'* Verfion is generally appofiie 
 wugh to the Text, but exalted little above 
 
 Old, Sir John Denhairu I have not 
 en, but find the admirable Dr. Wood- 
 rd ( a fufficient Judge) giving them a 
 }ble and, doubtlefs, a deferv'd Chara- 
 ter. that of the Right Reverend Bifbop 
 
 Chichefter labours under the unhappy , 
 
 Choice 
 

 
 The Pre/ace. 
 
 Ciwr<? ^ 4p Rhyme ( as Others hav 
 
 obfervd ) fo far, as to render that other' 
 wife excellent Work ungrateful to th 
 Ear. #/r. Smith, is very gay,, and per* 
 haps too affe&ed, if the Reverend Dcty 
 ft or Patrick may he Judge, xvhofe own A 
 pious indeed, and generally plain ; bui 
 an alrnojl Unpoetical Tranflatioa of tht 
 ?noji exalted Poetry. For Mr. Brady'j 
 and Mr. Tate'*, fince they are. now puh 
 lijhing a New and Corrected Edition o) 
 their Tranflation, I fhall pafs no Jut 
 ment on that Work, whoje Errours an4 f 
 Excellencies I mu/l be content to be /gig 
 norant of till it is publifhed. 4rnong{ 
 thofe which I have hitherto feen y whick g 
 are fitted to common Tunes, the heft, th$ fi 
 mofl Elaborate, and the mofl Mufical, m^ 
 that of Dr. Ford ; that Reverend ?er\ 
 fon having a truly Poetical Genius, a 
 tended with great and folid Learnin 
 and Exemplary Piety ; excellent QuaL 
 fications for a ccmpleat Paraphraft. Nt 
 wght Mr. Goodridge, for his Zeal an 
 Vuty in promoting more Correct Chur?} 
 
 Mufic 1 
 
The Preface. 
 
 i [uftck, to be paffed without a jufl Cow- 
 :l »ndation. 
 
 ^'■What might be [aid of the life and 
 ; xceliency of Pfalmody, is fo exhauff- 
 U by Dr. Woodford, Mr. Goodridge 
 id Dr. Ford, (is to fuperfede any thing 
 li ' can fay. The Queftion only recurrs 
 jw, Is Pfalmody a real Part of Di- 
 tae Worfhip, or is it not ? If not, *tis 
 ^ matter whether Davids Pfalms, or 
 ly Arbitrary Spiritual PhiladeJphiaii 
 fymns, be fung ; whether any, or none 
 t all. If it be a Part of Divine Serv- 
 ice , how comes it to pafs that our Eo 
 ilefiaftical Reprefentatives have not 
 bought Uniformity in finging of Pfalms 
 b 1 beautiful, and as valuable , as in any 
 ather Part of the Publick Service ? Why 
 \ot in the Poetical, as well as in the 
 3 rofe-Verfion ? This would take the 
 Choice of them out of the Parifh-Clerk'y 
 'ower, and make it the PrieCfr Bufinefs T 
 vhofe Difcretion might be farther relied 
 m in it* Admit the Tranjlation of Stern* 
 hold and Hopkins was rejected by the 
 
 Coa- 
 
i 
 
 Tile Preface- 
 Convocation or CommiiTioaers of Ed-.. 
 ward the Sixth, as appearing too, wean ; 
 that could not pre: luck a wore ag)\ 
 One. And tho/tgh it might Jeem a very 
 hard Work, which few of the Clergy JJ 
 ( fhcugh the 'fittef for it ) q k >v - * 
 
 take ; ye} 3 ftnee at this time there, are 
 fevcral Verfions of the Pfalms exta\ 
 why way not forne One, or a choice Col- y 
 lection out of All, he made ly Learned 
 and Judicious Perfons, skiltd in Divi- 
 nity and Poetry too, appointed for that, 
 furfdje') in a Convocation ? Why may R 
 ncifch (i Committee 'examine /them 
 
 is to Clearnefs of Seine, Purity J- 
 and Decency of Language. Agreeabie- 
 >fs of Snle, Orthodoxy cf Bo^ttineJ 
 Suitablenefs to the Original Text, and 
 Smoothnefs and Muficaineis of Num- 
 bers I And may not theje, after fitch an 
 Examination, he approved by the Con- 
 vocation, is the whole Liturgy former-. 
 ly was, and jo le recommended ly thorn 
 to the Three Eflates in Parliament, and 
 to His Majefty as Head of the Church ; 
 
 ana 
 
The Preface. 
 
 // fo receive a Jufl: and Legal San- 
 ion, and become one Tart of oar Tul- 
 k Unity and Uniformity ? Would 
 :h an Action bring them under a Pre- 
 unire, merely becaufe it was not par ti- 
 larly commanded by His Majefly I I 
 iy, perhaps, he* too fond of my own 
 
 1 ' wuzhts y; but I conclude ', this Piece of 
 niformity would give lefs Offence to 
 ifienters cf all forts, than forme other 
 
 \ ':ings which are yet juft-Iy flood upon ; 
 they are not about Laying down the 
 ft Translation of the Bible :- The nicefl 
 etenders to Confcicnce would have no- 
 thing fo objetl to pure Scripture-Forms : 
 ir wand they, when commanded under 
 Penalty to fing Davids Pfalms, of the 
 ft Verfion, complain of the Mil chief 
 hnpofitions. 
 
 This is fuch a Point of Uniformity, 
 all Churches, our own only except- 
 , agree in : The Scots have theirs ; the 
 Jtch and French, theirs ; the laff in- 
 cd, corrected by Mr. Conrart , the 
 and.irt of their Language having been 
 
 much 
 
p 
 
 Hi 
 
 The Preface. 
 
 much altered by the Academy, fince Ma- N ^ 
 rot a)td Beza tranjlated them ; yet their f" 
 Work being ft ill good and intelligible, 
 Monfieur Conrart'j- has taken only among 
 particular Perfons, without any Intrench* 
 ment upon the general Harmony. The' 
 Lutherans too keep up -this Uniformity; 
 though, befides Davids Pfalms, they* 
 have about 750 Spiritual Songs and 
 Hymns , Stated, and OccaficnaL And 
 mho knows, but now that Singing of 
 Pfalms by Rule grows fo much in Fa (hi on, 
 this Settlement might feme what temper and 
 cic^rate the Humour of Separation in 
 other Matters ? 
 
 If fuch a thing flout d be thought fit,. 
 there is no doubt but that, of particular 
 Verfions, the beft ought to be chofen 1 
 Of all in general, the belt particular 
 Pfalms ; for one Man s Spirit might be 
 raijed, where another droofd\ and Men. 
 would commonly perform beft, where they 
 were mod affe&ed by the Matter. But 
 to enjoin Unity or Uniformity in a worle 
 Translation, where a better might I e had; 
 
 or 
 
 
 
The Preface. 
 
 1/ to cull out meaner Performances, where, 
 i \fi( of our prefent Variety of Choice, excel- 
 ent Things might le drawn, would dafh 
 is upon the fame Rock again ; and the next 
 4ge might complain, that the Names of 
 W Pfalmographers were alter d indeed,. 
 mt the Defeats continued : This is a Fai-_ 
 ure which a Convocation, affifted by 
 ;|ie good Spirit of God, could not eafily 
 'all under the Sufpicion of. 
 
 That I, as now an Ancient Presbyter of 
 '.he Church of England, might contribute 
 ry poor Offering to the Adorning of this 
 \art of Sacred Worihip, / put this into 
 wur Hands, Mbft Reverend, Right Re- 
 verend, and Reverend Fathers and Bre- 
 :hren ! A Work offome Pains and Care ; 
 ind en which my mofl ferious Thoughts 
 verefor a confderable time engagd. God's 
 Honour, and the Church's Service, was 
 ry End ; and his Grace, earnejlly and 
 humbly implord, bath in the Beginning 
 wd Continuance of theWork, my Ailift- 
 mce. The Original was my Text ; the 
 ?olyg!oc Bible WCriticks,wy Interpre- 
 ters, 
 
The Preface. 
 
 tors, lohere needful ; and the Double 
 Tranflation of the Reading Pfalms, in 
 that called 'the Biihops Bible, and the la ft 
 in our common Bibles, my Correctors : 
 Though 1 have not tied my jelf fo fkpPt 
 tioujly to any, as not to ufe my own Jtt 
 ment fcmetimes ; and in fome Things 
 fian the Current of Paraphrafts, and c 
 Writers- on that.Div'mQ Book. Particu- 
 larly, I have adhered to thoje Applica- 
 tions made of feveral PaiTages here, by the 
 Infpir'd Pen-men of the Now Teftament ; 
 whom to quit for over-nice andSociiiiim- 
 zingCriticks,/ ' think alfurd and dangerous. 
 I have j in general, made the Senfe and 
 Coherence jo plain, that this Verfion, 
 perhaps may be as fervic cable to fane as a 
 Commentator, 
 
 The Meafures I have ufed are the Old^ 
 neither Jo hard, nor jo harfb as feme i) 
 thought: The Rhymes are r. herd 
 
 double, fomeirmes mere ; / 
 unforced, more f>Uajant, ana I wore v 
 I have generally avoided the Clafhitig of 
 Confonants, as Unmufical. About 5.0 are- 
 
 twice 
 
The Preface. 
 
 :\vice Tranflared, [owe n-.rica ; by that 
 Means jometimes taking ?n thnje ilitltvcnz 
 Senies of particular Texts, cf wl \ vb \t$ 
 lard tv fix the heft ; Paraphrafing ffitffe 
 lofty Plalms ^r<? f 'd y, avr. ttftyg higher 
 Expreffions fttaa tf finale Vcrfion r^/^/ 
 (fetfw admitted of Hence every Pialm has 
 one Tranflation fo clofe and plain, as may 
 he fang in. the piaineft Country-Congre- 
 gations ; and yet I have ufedfuch Variety 
 of Mcafures, as may anfwer all the Tunes 
 in Playford s Edition : And that the 
 Work might be the more compleat, I have 
 given all J uch of Mr* Sandys s Meafures, 
 with their Tunes in Two Parts, which 
 could not he Jung by the common Notes. 
 The whole, indeed, may be an entire Bo«; 
 dy of Church-Mufick ; No Old Tune 
 is loft, fever al New are added ; and the 
 Words fo fitted, as to he more agree- 
 able both to the Dutch, French and 
 Engliih Tunes, as Jung in any of our 
 Churches, than any former Verfion has 
 hen. 
 
 I have. 
 
The Preface. 
 
 • I have generally followed the Stilet 
 of the Original, rifin^ and falling with i( 
 That. The Meafures of Chearful 5 
 Pfalms are ft ted to Chearful Tunes V^ 
 Thofe more Melancholick , to Slow 
 Tunes, and of a fadder Air. the Re- 
 petitions in the Hebrew are fo charm- 
 ing, that I could not but think they would 
 he very beautiful in Englifti ; as parti* 
 cularly, in the uSth Pfalm. I have in* 
 duflrioufly avoided loth Obfolete and 
 New-fangled Words ; / have invented 
 none, nor ufed any harfh Tranfpofitions 
 of Words: Though I doult not, hut, af- 
 ter' all my Care , many Miftakes \ may 
 have efcaped me ? which whofoever will 
 charitably point out, will lay the great* 
 eft Obligation upon me. That we might 
 ufe Doxologies as well to the Singing, 
 &s the Reading Pfalms, / have fuited 
 One to every Meafure , through the 
 whole Book. A Right Reverend Pre- 
 late of "our Church did me the Ho- 
 nour to read the whole over very careful- 
 ly I whofe Encouragement ivas a great 
 
 Motive 
 
The Preface. 
 
 Motive to this Publication. If it' he 
 cceptable to others , aWblefs'd by God, 
 ? as to promote his Honour, / have my 
 Ind: And, 
 
 Non nobis, Domine ; non nobis : 
 Sed Nomini Tuo da Gloriam. 
 
 
 Adver- 
 
 
Advertisement. 
 
 THat this Verfion of the V films may be the 
 more ufefull to thole who delight in 
 Church- Mufick, I have tranflated them to fuch 
 variety of Meafures, that there's no Tune in 
 Playford's Editions, either in the T.falms them- 
 selves, or in the Hymns before or after , to 
 which there is not fome particular Meafure 
 appropriated here : That the Compafs of 
 Church- Mufick might be the larger and more 
 entertaining, I have tun'd fome to Mr S axdyf% 
 Meafures, the Mufick of which was ccmposM 
 by that great Matter Mr. tmn; for the private 
 ufe of his pious Matter Charles the Firfi of 
 bletTed Memory : The whole then prefer. ts you 
 with one Verfion of every Pfiim to be Sung in 
 Common Tunes, if at lead we may call rhofe 
 of the 113 and 143 P films fuch ; and they are 
 to bs fung to the fame with thofe of the fame 
 denomination in the o'd Verfion , unlefs wbere 
 the Meafures are different, a?)d the Proper 
 Tunes refcri'd to. Such as are not in Mr 
 
ij Advertifement. 
 
 ford*s Book, are here fet down with the p ro per 
 Notes from Mr. Lam's and Ravettfcroft's ; and 
 the whole, if encouraged, (hall be re-printed 
 with the Notes throughout. And that we 
 may have a juft Opportunity, at fuch a time 
 as this, to remember that Faith into which 
 we are Baptized, in every part of Divine Wor- 
 (hip,I havefuited particular Doxologies to every 
 particular Meafure, in due Order, at the eind 
 of the Book, with what Pplrns they refer to, 
 befutes fome in the Eody of the Verfion. 
 
 Benedicat Dens Operi & AuthorL 
 
 
 Tht 
 
• 
 
 I? 
 
 A 
 
 The lima of the Pfalms. 
 
 iiiiiiiili^illlal^I 
 
 Thoufand Bleffings crown his Head, 
 Whofe Heart all impious Couniel flies; 
 And bates thofe Paths where Sinners tre-jJ, 
 Who God and all chats Good defj 
 
 
 This ferves indifferently for any Sranzas of Eight 
 Syllables, which have no proper Tune of their own. 
 
 a z Fo 
 
w The Tmes of the Pfalms. 
 
 For the 8rh Tfahn. 2d Metre. 
 
 LOrd, how Illuftrious is thy facred Name; 
 How bltft, great God of Hofts, E-- ter-nal King; 
 
 lH|^ii§pliiililimgiI 
 
 
 f~*~4 
 
 Whofe Honours all the lower World proclaim, 
 
 IliilillfJHiilill^IIill 
 
 Whofe Honours all the Heav'nly Armies fing. 
 
 iilliiHHPIipptliillii 
 
 Pfal. t 1. 
 
TM Tunes #>J&*Pfalm£ I 
 
 Mr Faith is fix%d on God m ° a higil > 
 
 Why then fhould Fools to vex me cry ; 
 
 As. Birds afraid by opifes made, 
 
 Hence to the Mountains fly. 
 
 1 .; iPIi^iil^iii^illl 
 
 
 a 3 
 
 
VI The Tune) of the Pfalms. 
 
 tpjalm 1 j. 2d Metre. 
 
 jjLeft Lord, how gjorious is the place 
 
 liililfliitli^filiillf 
 
 Thy Altars grace : how is the ho-ly Temple bleft, 
 
 1 ii^itppjgiistii 
 
 Sy thee pofleft ! But O what happy Man is he, 
 
 Ipll^ii^iiiliiliiiilEii 
 
 Who there a dai— ]y Gueft may be ? 
 
 ffil. it, 
 
the Tunes of the Pfalras. 
 <?falm 18, or 78. 
 
 vij 
 
 ft ' ff l t;t;?tl ,C EI 
 
 =*=«: 
 
 Thus ex— ta-fy'd with Joys and Love! 
 
 ;i 1 iT| rrf-r^ ^ 
 
 i=2 
 
 What worthy Hal — le — la— jahs fing, 
 
 »'f T Y? i TtTt"pg£f i 
 
 piiiMliiite^iii; 
 
 To his great Name who 7 ruJes above ? 
 
 i-£2 
 
 ^s=t 
 
 1 1 1 ii»*»' m* 
 
 
 >M*y 
 
viij -flu Tumi »f:-tfopri.lms* 
 <Pfalm 23. 2d Metre. 
 
 XHe Lord's my Sheepheard, I the Sheep, 
 
 l^p^iiiiiiPiiPJi 
 
 'WKole'SouT his "Cares" In fafety keep. 
 
 IffljHppailliiiiit 
 
 BiSiirglisglpfeiiisil 
 
 Thro' flowry Meads, Hk* gentry leads 
 Me on where I .fe-cure-ly fleep : 
 
 ili^iillpprillilll 
 
 Or by His guidance go, where fifent Waters flow. 
 > pfal. 2$. 
 
The tunes of the Pfalms. h 
 
 (pfalm 24. id Metre. 
 
 lllliiliflliiilllilgl 
 
 J"*HE Earth is God's, her Fulnefs too j 
 Earth and all of Earth poflefs'd : 
 For on the Seas he pois'd it true ; 
 
 teni^ifeiiilgsii^ 
 
 On the Floods fecur'd its Reft* 
 But who , 6 who, Can, Lord, purfue 
 
 Paths to reach thy fa-cred Hill ? 
 
 lugiiiii^giriiii^ 
 
 Or fee thy Face in that blefs'd Place, 
 There, unmov'd, a-bi--ding ftill ? 
 
I Zfa ZWj of the Pfalms. 
 
 T faint 33. 2d Metre. 
 
 ■ ' I, mi 1 1 
 
 YE Righteous in the Lord rejoyce, 
 
 h-X^G-Z 
 
 It's fweet, when with a chearful voice, 
 
 mi 
 
 
 
 The Juft his Praifes fingc 
 
 lllilliiifllll 
 
 
 
 |Ii||^|^EiiliijiEEi|Eii| 
 
 O let no Tohgue or Hand be mute, 
 
 =^zz.—& 
 
 : 
 
 
 But 
 
The tunes of the Pfatms: '" x? 
 
 But with the Voice, arid Harp, and Lute, 
 
 jpgjifcgil 
 
 Pralfe our lm-mor-tal King 
 
 ■ 
 
 
 
 m 43: 
 
*y. The Tunes of the Plalras. 
 <Pfatm 43. 3d Metre. 
 
 JUdge me, my God ; revenge my Caufe 
 
 ^f^£==S 
 
 On cruel Hands, and faithlefs Hearts. 
 
 
 iz 
 
 Save me from him who from the Laws 
 
 liiiiigtiiiiiiiiiiiiyiiig 
 
 Of Truth, and fb-ber Virtues ftarts: 
 
 ¥'J H '1 f , i| U=4»=S: 
 
 Wk 
 
The Tunes of the Pfalms. xiij 
 
 giiHgliliiliiiiii g -iggfll 
 
 Who bold-ly afts the falfefl: Parts, 
 With ftrange Succafs, and vaft applaufe ! 
 
 w«« 
 
xiv The Tunes of the F fa lms. 
 tPfalm 53. 2d Metre. 
 
 5^—*: 
 
 THE Fool, the fenfelefs Fool, 
 Thus in his Heart hath faid ; 
 God's but an aw-ful Tool, 
 By crafty Preachers made.] 
 Thus all cor— rup-ted are, 
 And all in Sins de-light : 
 
 
 But none for Truth de-clare, 
 
 ^*==?~<e=:fc=^=:^ 
 
 None e<— ver praSife right. 
 
 Pfsl.S* 
 
The Tunes of the Pfalms xv 
 
 \T[alm 58. 1 ft Metre. V/alm 7 2 . 
 Pfalm 1 06. 
 
 \V Hen you in private Council fir, 
 
 Are all your Con— ful — u— tions jufl ? 
 May others your Dj — cUfions truft ? 
 
 Their Lives to your pure Hands fubmit ? 
 
 b i 
 
 Pfal. 72. 
 
xvi The Tunes of the Pfalms. 
 <P/alm j i. id Metre. 
 
 fillflgiPSil^Siii 
 
 LOrd let the King thy Judgments find I 
 
 itliHtiiiiiillimnii 
 
 Enrich the Prince's Royal Mind^ 
 
 $=zzz 
 
 For-Cro wjis. and . Gov ernments deiign'd. 
 
 iri^IilrSi-l^ii 
 
 Then dial] He fentence wifely give ; 
 
 And 
 
The Tunes of the Pfalms: xvij 
 
 And faft in his Pre— ro— ga— tive 
 Shall all the poor af--fli3>-ed, live. 
 
 
 b ; 
 
 Pfar 
 
 • ,y '"■, 
 
xriij The Tunes of the Pfalm* 
 ( P/abn J 6. i ft Metre. 
 
 jlieiilliiliiiiiiia 
 
 (JO^'s Name in Judatf%knovm,Ws great in If-ra-el ; 
 HisHoufein&iW/fhown; His Smiles on Sim dwell . 
 
 plliiilifiipliliiie 
 
 For tbetrhirSrrake, Swords, Bows and Shield*, 
 
 piipfeiiiiS§i 
 
 Eor Martial Fields and Arrows broke, 
 
 lllglipllligliipfllli.; 
 
 
 Pfsl. *;. 
 
the Tunes of the PkUn*. xix 
 <Pfalm 81. 1 ft Metre. 
 Sfe B jU^ LiU I II 
 
 TO God, our Strength, your Voices raife ! 
 
 Aloud the God of Ja—*cob praife ! 
 
 lirtT ' fl 
 
 The pleafant Harp, or chatmirigXute. 
 
 i^£pi^fe^^}^=|=y 
 
 
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$0?l.9 5- l& Metre. 
 
 COme, O come, and let us fing, 
 
 |s§=li=§illftfii=pi 
 
 To our Lord, and to our King I 
 
 ligip=f=iggllfii§gllilil 
 
 _____ : 
 
 Let us make a joyful Noife, 
 
 pHH!iiisi=i=B!I 
 
 To that God whofe Love employs. 
 
 N V 
 
 FTaf, 98. 
 
The Tmes »f the Pfalms. «i 
 <Pfabn 98. 2d Metre. 
 
 O Sing to God, the Lord : 
 
 — ::=-===B! 
 
 =*=:£=_*. 
 
 
 m 
 
 His wond'rous Works record ! 
 
 :=5t 
 
 =5=t=r54s4=:ff= 3^=*=I==*+t==?=E* 
 
 Hi 
 
 Sing, ling an Anthem new. Return his Praifes due, 
 
 ;ifliliilliililllilgili 
 
 :f=3lfe=^|i|=§=|=j: 
 
 
 Whofe Hand, whofe ho— ly Arm 
 
 ii=-^^^j=* 
 
 
 Diflblv'd Hell's fa-tal Charm. 
 
 ij M(t) ) h i I ' i r 
 
 pf*i. 131. 
 
Xxij. The tunes of the Plllffls- 
 tPfalm i 3 2% 
 
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 JvEmember Da-.<vi<?-$ Trouble j, Lord, 
 
 
 ::=::=£ 
 
 How in Af— fli-.-fiiori He, 
 
 With faithful Vows engag'd his Word, 
 
 O jt—cQ?* God to Thee ! 
 
 
 
 Would 
 
The Tunes of the Pfalms. xxiij 
 
 lilliiiiiilililiii^ili 
 
 High tho* my lof— ty Pa-lace rife, 
 
 ili5|ip|iiiliiiE|§pjiii| 
 
 llilp=lilIHi==piiiii 
 
 With Ce— darsno — bly ceild. 
 
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 snimiHillfillil 
 
 ~$=z*zi====$===:X: 
 
 And Beds with Golden Ca-no-pyes, 
 
 li=IPifi-^ililIPjPI^iP 
 
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 mmiitiiiiiiH 
 
 Would downy Slumbers yield. 
 
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( I ) 
 
 DAVITS* PSALMS 
 
 PARAPHRAS'D, 
 
 I N 
 
 ENGLISH METRE; 
 
 Agreeably to the TUNtS commonly 
 ' Sung in CHURCHES, &c. 
 
 Pfal. i. as the looth - y or Mr. Sandys'/ ^d. 
 
 Thourand Bleffings crown his Head, 
 Whofe Heart all impious Counfel flies ; 
 
 And hates thofe Paths where Sinners tread, 
 Who God, and all that's good, defpife. 
 
 A 
 
 But in his great Creator's Laws 
 He fpends his happy Days and Nights ; 
 
 And thence, by Meditation, draws 
 Both what inftrufts, and what delights* 
 
 All his Defigns are juir, and blefs'd ; 
 
 His Hopes, and ev'ry Aftion thrives; 
 And when his mouldering Clay's at reft, 
 
 {lis fragrant iMemory lurvives. 
 
% P S A L. j, 
 
 t So fruitful Trees, near gentle Streamy 
 
 Their Burthens to Perfection bring, 
 
 ; Unhurt by Summer's fcorching Beams, 
 
 v And flourish with a conftant Spring, 
 
 $ But the loft Sinner toilslin vain, 
 
 With faith! eft Joys to pleafe his Mind \ 
 His R.oots ? his fruits, his curfed Gain, 
 All fly like Chaff before the Wind. 
 
 5 5 6 Let the lail dreadful Trumpet found. 
 The Juft, his Head undaunted rears ; 
 While Woes theilrrful Soul confound, 
 
 With Terrours rack'd, and torn with Fears. 
 
 JHis G>^. their mighty Mailer-knows ; 
 
 "And loves, arid keeps/ and wifely guides * 
 But Man, who fins through various Woe., 
 
 To Hell's dark Pains, unminded, Aides, 
 
 % Another Metre. Pfel. i, 
 
 I TJTAppy; thrice nappy's he, whofe Feet 
 j > /Ne'er took that curfed Way* 
 VlherdiAthellrs and BJafphemers meet, 
 
 fcxKl 2o& and Truth betray 4 
 tfiftgt iieer lV-x)d by> to countenance 
 What bold Tranfgreilbrs dare ; 
 N01 ,- that he :r-ight in Guilt advance, 
 AuumU-the S corner 'sXbair* 
 
 a He fpenus his happy Days and Night? 
 To inarch his Maker's Laws 5 
 Aj:.u tikr r inuruftions and'Deligkt* 
 I'y-jVbdiradon draws, 
 uC*U rxj&hii ASions o'er,* 
 
 &%tix JuftiQ$;calmty . triss'i 
 
 Aac 
 
PSAL. ij. 3 
 
 And then on Mercy's boundlefs Store 
 For good Succefs relies. 
 
 So Trees neir gentle Rivers plac'd, 
 
 Their Fruits in Seafori bear ; 
 With Leaves unhiding always grac'd*, 
 
 And rlourifh all the Year. 
 But off, like Chaff, God's angry Wind 
 
 The Godlefs Croud fliall bear ; 
 No Place fliall they in Judgment find, 
 
 Nor with the Juft appear. 
 
 For God, with Favour, kindly knows 
 
 The Juft, and all their Ways : 
 But Ruin where the Sinner goes, 
 
 And fure Deftruttion fvvays, 
 
 VSAL< ij. 
 
 GO D's wife Decrees are fix'd, and ftron^ 
 As his Eternal Throne ; 
 Why then Ihould Heathen Fools fo long 
 
 ' His (acred Power di&wn ? 
 Vain are their Hopes, vain ev'ry Thought; 
 
 And all their Words are vain i 
 For what God's mighty Hands bave wrought, 
 God's mighty Hands maintain, 
 
 Weak Kings with flatt'ring Slaves combine, 
 
 And fret with groundless Rage , 
 Againft their God their Counfcls join, 
 
 Againfr Us Chrifl engage. 
 3 Come, let us break their Bonds, they fay : 
 
 Throw off their flaviih Yoke : 
 Why ihould we unknown Lords obey ? 
 
 Or unknown Powers invoke ? 
 
 4Sut 
 
^ ?SAL. ij. 
 
 4 But God, wfto, crown'd with Blifs, reildts 
 
 Above the lofty Skies, 
 Laughs at their Madnefs, and their Pride, 
 And fcorns their Policies. 
 
 5 From tiumdring Clouds his dreadful Voice, 
 
 Diftraclrs their trembling Souls; 
 And in his Wrath their Plots deflroys, 
 And thus their Rage controls. . 
 
 6 Rave on, unhappy Fools ! confound 
 
 Your envious Thoughts in vain * 
 My King fits high, on Si on crownM.; 
 And I'll his Crown maintain. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 j The Son, with Love, all Heavenly mild, 
 
 His Awful Silence breaks ; 
 And thus, to Pity reconciled, 
 
 With gentle Language fpeaks : 
 Hear me, ah ftupid World ! declare 
 
 Th' unchangeable Decree. 
 Thus mv Eternal Father fware, 
 
 "Before Time's Birth; to Me. 
 
 Thou art my Soil, begot by Me, 
 On this Eternal Day : 
 ■2 Ask it, and I.'Jl invcft in Thee 
 
 I lie whole Creations Sway. 
 9 To Thee the World, when made, {hall bow ; 
 Thee all its Hoft adore : 
 All Nations fliall thy Rights allow, 
 Thy Qocdneis all implore. 
 
 Thy Rod the Rebel Tribes (hall Feel, 
 
 Thy Sceptre, forced, obey ; 
 XfagfiM by thy Hand, as harden d Steel 
 
 Would dafh the mouldering Clay. i o B< 
 
VS/IL. iij. Jf 
 
 ro Be wife, ye HeWn-hdrn Kings; be wife 
 All who on Earth command: 
 Adore your Lord with humble Eyes; 
 With Awe before Hitai fTana. 
 
 i Joys, but with Fears alloyed, exprefi, 
 
 And early Homage pay, 
 Led in Rebellion's Wild EsrceiG 
 
 You lofe the perfect Way. 
 2 Bow, bow your Necks ; for if his Wratfi 
 
 In angry Tempefts rife, 
 Happy, 6 happy 's he, whole Faith 
 
 On Him fecur'd relies ! 
 
 vs al: iij. 
 
 HOW are my Foes, dear Lord, increas'd? 
 What Crouds againft me rile ? 
 And to difturb my mournful Rreaft, 
 
 A thoufand'Ways devife ? 
 God is his only Help, they cry • 
 
 On God his Hopes depend 2 
 Yet fee that God Can Help deny, 
 And leave his finking Friend ! 
 
 Yet Thou, Lord, art my Shield, my Praife, 
 
 My Strength : And when to Thee 
 My Voice in numb 1 2 V?ws I raife, 
 
 Thy Goodnefs anfwers me. 
 Safely I fleep, md &fely wake ; 
 
 In thy Protection fure : 
 No gath'rmg Hoft my Heart can fibfe, 
 
 Nor my Defeat procure. 
 
 Rife tb.2iz } my God, and lave me now ! 
 
 And a' thy Anger broke 
 Bfy Rebels Teeth ; and as they bow 
 ath thy dreadful Stroke, 
 »| B 5 BO 
 
9 PSAL. iv. 
 
 S So fend thy-favins Health, and Grace; 
 Let aJl thy Bleffings flow : 
 And frill to lfraa\ faithful Race 
 Thy promis'd Favour fliow ! 
 
 PSAL. iv. 
 
 Righteous God, whofe Juftice freed 
 My Innocence of old ; 
 O let my prefent Pray'rs fucceed, 
 Thy Help my Caufe uphold ! 
 
 2 Vain Men, who by a fond Miftake, 
 
 My folid Faith difgrace j 
 And Vanities your Shelter make, 
 And empty Lyes embrace : 
 
 3 See how God Angles out the Jufr, 
 
 His own peculiar Choice ! 
 See how my God rewards my Truft, 
 And Hears my fup pliant Voice ! 
 
 4 Fear then, 6 fear Him ! fin no more ! 
 
 Your own falfe Hearts furvey ; 
 Examine all your Aftions o'er, 
 Your fecret Crimes difplay. 
 
 5 Par den, rwith filent Tears, intreat ; 
 
 And for an OfF'rin g give 
 
 An upright Heart, without Deceit ; 
 
 And on his P -omife live ! 
 
 6 Mean Souls Earth's low Delights advance, 
 
 And fading Wealth embrace. 
 But grant us, Loid, thy Countenance, 
 And thy Enlight'ning Grace ! 
 
 7 So fhall mere Blifs my Heart enlarge, 
 
 My Bread: more Joys contain, 
 Than theirs whom Wines and Oils o'er-charge, 
 And who in Plenty reign, 
 
 8 Nc 
 
 
PS Jt. v. <7 
 
 i No Terrours then fliall break my Reft, 
 No Fears disturb my Sleep, 
 While me thy powerful Arms invert, 
 And ftfe from Dangers keep. 
 
 VS A'L. ^. 
 
 i T O RD, hear me from thy Mefs'd Abode, I 
 
 I j My Meditations weigh : 
 2 Attend my Cries, my King, my God, 
 When I devoutly pray ! 
 To Thee I raife my Morning-cries, 
 
 To Thee my Prayers direSr \ 
 And with my longing Heart and -Eyes, 
 Thy kind Returns exp@& 
 
 4 Thy Frowns on evicted Workers light | 
 
 Thou hartl fnicmjty i 
 j No Fools can bear thy ar/tyry Sighr, 
 
 NorSioncjis dweU w«h Thai 
 
 6 Thy Wroh&all lying Lipsccnil 
 
 And thofe wto thirit for Blood j 
 Or on deceitful Arcsprefume, 
 Too rarely underftood. 
 
 7 But to thy Courts, dear Lord, I'll go. 
 
 Safe in thy Mercies ftore; 
 And tow'rd thy facred Altars bow, 
 And in thy Fear adore. 
 
 8 O lead me in thy righteous Way, 
 
 To icape my watchfui Foes ; 
 To me thy Wifdom's Rules difplay, 
 Thy happy Paths difclofe I 
 
 9 My Foes in Fraud and Falfhood deal, 
 
 Their inward Parts are vide ; 
 Their Throats devouring Graves conceal, 
 Their flatt'ring Tongues, beguile. 
 
 &4 loDeftroy 
 
8 FSAL. vj. 
 
 10 Deftroy them, Lord ! in their own Arts,. 
 
 The Rebel Crew confound : 
 
 11 Sq Joys from merry faithful Hearts, 
 
 In lafting Hymns fhall found.; 
 
 12 For, Lord, thy Favour on the Juft 
 
 In mighty Streams defcends : 
 Thy Goodnefs all who, on Thee tmft, 
 Like feme firm Shield, defends. 
 
 VSAL. vj. 
 
 2 "O Ebuke me not in Anger, Lord ; 
 Xv Nor in thy Wrath correft : 
 
 2 Health to my aking Bones afford ; 
 
 My wretched State refpeft ! 
 
 3 My SquI quite faints : But oh ! how long 
 
 Muft I no Anfwer have ! 
 
 4 O turn \ 6 free my Soul from Wrong J 
 
 My Soul in Mercy fave ! 
 
 5 In Death none thinks of Thee ; noPraife, 
 
 No Thanks our Graves difclofe : 
 
 And, oh ! my Strength, dear Lord, decays, 
 
 Quite fpent with wafting Woes ! 
 
 6 All Night my Eaflefs Bed with Tears, 
 
 With Tears my Couch o er-fiows ; 
 
 7 My Sight quite, dim with Age appears, 
 
 Through my prevailing Foes. 
 
 But fee one Beam of -c hear ful Light! 
 Be gone, ye finfiil Crew ! 
 
 8 My Prayerr'are-in my Maker's Sight ; 
 
 And all my Tears in view : 
 
 9 Vh.fh thjfe ^mifta&en F(>o]> ! for fhame ; 
 
 r c d h a s ■ he a r d 'in y Cries : 
 : for in l.'isAtjghty Name 
 Aviv $tqtt£$h 4 my Safety lies. 
 
 PSAL, 
 
P SAL. vij. 9 
 
 YSAL. vij. 
 
 i TN Thee, my Lord, I firmly truft ; 
 My Foe, dear God f control I 
 Left, Lion-like, with Force unjnft, 
 He tear my helplefs Soul. 
 1 IF eV againfl: my Prince, if e'er 
 My very Thoughts rebell'd ; 
 If I his 'Crown unjuuMy wear 
 
 Or e'er againft him fWell'd : 
 
 . If e'er I War for Peace r»pay'd : 
 
 Nay if my Filial Care 
 My King, my Foe unjuftiy made, 
 Did never kindly fpare ; 
 : Then let my bloodieft Foes prevail, 
 And hurl my Gk 'es down ; 
 My Life with due Succef? afTail, 
 And fpurn my en^y'd Crown , 
 
 S But fince I'm innocent, and from 4* 
 
 Such Imputation? free, 
 O now to my AfTi ance come, 
 
 Redeem and refcue me ! 
 Orouze thy Fury, Lord! and break 
 
 My Adversaries Rage t 
 Rouze it, and in thy Judgment fpe a k\ 
 
 And for my Rights engage ! 
 
 -7 So friall the Multitude fu f round' 
 
 Thy Courts with grateful Praife ; 
 Rife then, with awful Glories crown dr, 
 And thy Tribunal raife. 
 3 O judge the Nations round, and me, 
 By thy impartial Laws ; 
 Then clear'd my Innocence fhall be, 
 And vindicate my Caufc* 
 
 2 5 ?, ) 
 
' 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 9 Let Sin, and finful Workers dle> 
 
 The Juft more firmly ftand : 
 The Hearts and Reins feverely try, 
 
 And righteous things command. 
 jo For God's my Shidd ; that God, whofe Grace 
 
 The Heart fincere protects ; 
 II He's juft, and on the fuiful Race 
 
 His daily Wrath reflets. 
 
 j 2 If ftill his Sins the Sinner loves, B 
 His Sword he fiercely whets ; 
 And oft his deadly Bow r ftring proves, 
 His Bow as often fets t 
 
 13 Death's Inftruments are all prepar'd, 
 
 His Arrows pointed right 
 At fuch who dare, though kindly fpar'd, 
 Againft t^eir Maker fight. 
 
 14 The Wretch, hig with Iniquity* 
 
 And Lyes, and Mifchief, goes ; 
 The monfrrous Birth brought forth, we fee, 
 With Hellifh Pangs and Throws. 
 
 15 He plots, and is himfelf enfnar'd 
 
 In Nets himfelf had fpread ; 
 His Pains and Rage recoiling ha^l 
 On his contriving Head. \ 
 
 jj I'll praife the Lord ; high as hi$pame ; 
 My :lofty Praife fnalj fly. : 
 I'll finfl to his Immortal Name, 
 
 Who ever lives on high. t 
 
 PSJL. 
 
VSAL. vii i . n 
 
 PSAL. viij. 
 
 j /^Reat Lord of Lords ! how fwiFt thy Name 
 \JX Through ev'ry Climate flies ! 
 Thy fpreading Praife, thy glorious Fame, 
 Surmounts rhe lofty Skies. 
 
 2 Thy Strength in Babes and Sucklings fhines, 
 
 To quell thv ienfeleis Foes 5 
 To crufh the Rebel-World's Defigns,' 
 And- all their Rage expofe. 
 
 3 When I the Sky's va(t Arch furvey, 
 
 'Rais'd by thy curious Hand \ 
 
 How Moon and Stars thy Rules obey, 1 
 
 And fix'd, in Order fl and:- 
 
 4 Lord, how has Man thy Thoughts poflefs'dl 
 
 Loir Man thy Smile- obtain'd ! 
 
 Who finnM ; yct 7 ' with a Saviour blefs'd, 
 
 New Hopes of Mercy gairf d I 
 
 5 Though He, our Lives to pur chafe, took 
 
 Lefs than an Angel's State, 
 All Graces in his God-like Look J * 
 
 •With humb'e Greatnefs fate 
 
 6 To Him the who] e Creation yields, 
 
 And at his Foot-ilool bow : 
 
 7 The Herds, which trace the Woods and Fields, 
 
 His "Sov'reign Rights allow. ( 
 
 ■ 
 
 8 To Him the feather- 1 d Hofts refign, 
 
 And his^omman^s obey. I . 
 And Fifb, which through the Ocean's Brine 
 Diride their w -ni'rous -Vay. 
 
 9 How iv ft, grear Lord of Lords, thy Name 
 
 Through evY: C irrtete flies ; 
 O how. thy rxa^e,".thV glorious: FarAe ; I 
 Surmounts the lofty Skies ! 
 : Amtht 
 
xi TSu.L. viij. 
 
 Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys'* 17th. 
 
 iT Ot&, how THuflrsous is thy Sacred Name ! 
 
 *_, Howblefs'd,greatGoc! of Hofrs ? Eternal King? 
 Who r £ Honours all the lower World proclaim \ 
 
 Whofe Honouis all the Heav'nly Armies fing ! 
 
 2 Yet when the Foes, blind with malicious Rage, 
 Affront thy Honours, or thy Name defie, 
 
 Poor Babes, weak Infants, on thy Part engage, 
 And quickly make the boafting Monfters fly. 
 
 {flows, 
 More Strength, more Truth, from Infant-Language 
 
 Than haughty Learning, or prefuming Pride. 
 The meaned Wretch, by thy belr influence, grows 
 Aiarthful Preacher, a victorious Guide. 
 . 
 
 3 When I furvey the never-rafting Skies, 
 Whofe moving Arch thy curious Fingers fpread f 
 
 When to the Changing Moon I raife my Eyes, 
 The Stars with inexhaufted Brightnefs Jed ; 
 
 4 Lord, what's poor Man, or Man's polluted Race> 
 So pity'd yet, fo kindly own'd by thee ? 
 
 How could he hope for fuch unbounded Grace, 
 That for his fake, God fhould Incarnate be ? 
 
 5 Yet God, for our lov'd fakes, our Nature took ; 
 Beneath Himfelf, beneath his Angels found ; 
 
 Tho God-like Beauties grac'd his Heav'nly Look ; 
 His Sacred Head Majeftick Glories crown'd. 
 
 6 Where-e'er He mov'd, fubmiflive Nature bow'd j 
 His Handy-works their great Creator knew r 
 
 And to adore his Feet, th' impatient Croud 
 On the fwift Wings of juft Obedience flew, 
 
 7 Before 
 
PSAL. ix. *} 
 
 7 Before Him lavage Brutes their Fiercenefs laid : 
 On Him rough Lions fawn'd, and Panthers gaz'd: 
 
 Weak Sheep with hungry Wolves all fearlefs pJay'd ; 
 And with fierce Tygers Kine fecurely graz'd 
 
 8 On lofty Trees, around his Glorious Head, 
 With flrange- Delight the feather' d Chorus hung ; 
 
 O'er Him their fanning Pinions gently fpread, 
 And in their native Tunes his Prailes fung. 
 
 When o'er the Seas their King triumphant pafs'd, 
 Beneath his Feet the Billows filGnt lay ; 
 
 The finny Herd his wondrous Foot-fteps trac'd, 
 And with their Silver Scales defcrib'd his Way. 
 
 Thy Honours thus the Lower World proclaim, 
 Thy Honours thus all Nature's Armies Zing. 
 Lord, how ilhiftrious is thy Sacred Name J 
 How blefs'd, great Lord of Hofts, Eternal King ! 
 
 PSAL. ix. As the Fir ft. 
 
 i T'LLpraife the 'Lord with Heart and Voice ;. 
 
 X His great, his wondrous Aftions praifei 
 2' In Thee, O higheft God, rejoice; 
 
 Thy Name in Songs Triumphant raife, 
 
 3 My Foes fhall turn ther Backs, and fall,.' 
 And (ink before thy Glorrcms i ace ; 
 Thy righteous Bar has judg'd 'em ail, 
 And now my Caule btkins the place. 
 
 5 Thy Hand overturns I . ation ; round, 
 Thy Hand the finf or' J fubdues ; 
 Their Names Eternal B rs confound, 
 And dark Forget f;.: /-is purfues. 
 
 6 O 
 
i4 » SAL. ix. 
 
 <5 O Enemy, preftime no more 
 
 To fay huge Towns and Countries wade ; 
 Thy Rage our burning Cities bore, 
 Thy Rage their very Names defac'd. 
 
 7 But our Eternal God appears, 
 
 His Bar prepared for Judgment Hands ; 
 
 8 The World His righteous Sentence hears, 
 
 His wife Decrees, and juff Commands. 
 
 9 The Lord, their Refuge, fates the. Poor, 
 
 With mighty Cares and Woes opprefs'd : 
 jo His Saints live in His Help fecure, 
 And in his conftant Pretence bleis'd. 
 
 ■ 
 
 1 1 To S/Ws God your Praifes f\np< 
 
 His A£rs through all the World dedare ! I 
 
 12 When He his Queit for Blood flialJ bring, 
 
 He'll grant the Poor's accepted Prayer.* 
 
 13 Thou who my Soul from Death couldft raife, 
 
 My SufPrings, Lord, in Mercy view : 
 
 14 I'll then thy Name in tftVft praife, 
 
 And Jcys in thy Salvation fcwt 
 
 15 In their own Pits the Gentiles fail, 
 
 Their own ltrong Nets their .beet have caught 
 
 16 Their own falfe Hearts have trap'd 'em ail : . 
 
 So wifely God's Defigns are wrought. 
 
 17 The Wicked, all mall fink, and thofe 
 
 Who^ Heath' nifh Souls their Uod forget : 
 
 18 But SurFrers fha'n't for ever iofe 
 
 Their Hopes, or ail in Darkneis fee. 
 
 19RU 
 
VSJL. x. >f 
 
 f 9 Rife, Lor J,; 6 let not Men prevail ; 
 
 But rife, and judge the Nations round I 
 20 Till all their Hearts with Terrour fail ; 
 
 Not Gods, but Men, and mortal found. 
 
 VSAL. X. 
 
 . 
 
 i "IT J H Y, Lord, 6 why fo far from me, 
 
 VV In my afflifted State ? 
 
 p When Sin and haughty Pride agree, 
 
 And all our Woes create ? 
 I; O let their Arts themfelves enfnare 
 
 Who bpaft of Crimes they Jove, 
 Who blefs the Covetous, and dare, 
 What God abhors, approve ! 
 . • 
 His God the profp'rous Sinner fc'orns, 
 
 God ne'er his Thoughts employs ; 
 The World beneath his Greatneis mourns, 
 
 Which all Her Peace dt (troys. 
 Thy Judgments, Lord, exalted far 
 
 Above, his Senfe appear ; 
 x Which makes him fcorn his Foes in War, 
 And puff at Dangers near. 
 
 His Heart concludes, I'm great ; no IH 
 Camchange my certain State: 
 
 7 His Mouth Fraud, Lyes and Curies fill ; 
 
 His-tTougue, mifchievous Hate. 
 
 8 Clofe in his Lurking-holes he lies, 
 To kill the l'nnocen: ; • 
 
 Blood revels. in his furious Eyes, 
 On their Deftruclion bent. 
 
 o He like fome Lion Couchant lies, 
 To feize the trembling Prey ; 
 And would God's hoJy Saints furprize, 
 
 And tear tlrvir Souls away. A thou;. 
 
16 TSAL. x. 
 
 A thoufand Traps and Snares he fetl 
 Where harmlefs Vertue goes ; 
 
 And to the Tangled in his Nets 
 No Truth nor Mercy fhows. 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 i o Sometimes the Wicked hangs his Head, 
 And feigns Humility ; 
 That, by his harmlefs Air mitled, 
 The Meek may fail, and die. 
 ii God, if there's any God y he fays, 
 Forgets what Mortals do r- 
 He can't difcern our crafty Ways, 
 Our fecret Aftions view, 
 
 12 Up, Lord ! ft retch out thy powerful &and, 
 
 Afflrfted Souls to fare ! 
 
 1 3 For why fliould Fools agahrfr thee frand ? 
 
 Thy dreadful Vengeance brave ? 
 Why fliould they cry, God minds it not ? 
 
 14 O let thy piercing Sight 
 Look through their dark mifchievous Plot : 
 
 Re-pay their fecret Spite ! 
 
 On Thee the Poor for Help depend ; 
 To Thee fad Orphans fly. 
 j< Break wicked Arms, their Malice end> 
 And Sin it felf fliall die. 
 
 16 The Lord for ever reigns; his Arms 
 
 Our Land from Gentiles freed i 
 
 17 He hears the Meek, their Courage warms, 
 
 And makes their Prayers fucceed. 
 
 j 8 He helps the Fatherlefs and Poor, 
 And quells the Sinner's Rage, 
 Left they, our Ruins to procure, 
 ' Shocld all their Force engage. 
 
VSAL. xj. 17 
 
 TSuiL. xj. 
 
 IN God my Hope iecurely ftands, 
 Why then fhould Wretches cry ?■ 
 Fly ! fly to Hills, or foreign Lands! 
 
 Like Birds affrighted fly. 
 See how the Wicked bend their Bows, 
 
 And Nock their Arrows fure \ 
 That they with unexpected Blows, 
 May Death to thine procure. 
 
 And fince Hopes belt Foundations are 
 
 By wicked Hands defrroy*d, 
 Oh, how fha'l Men of Juftice fare ! 
 
 Or how their Force avoid ? 
 , God in his Holy Temple fits 
 
 Enthroned above thQ Sky ? i 
 And all the Faults weak Man commits. 
 
 His pierceing Eye-lids try. 
 
 He proves the Juft, but hates aJl thofe, 
 
 Who Sin and Rapine love ; 
 * On them Snares, Flames and Sulphur throws, 
 
 And Terrors from above. 
 For God, who's infinitely Juft, 
 
 In Juftice takes Delight : 
 And Upright Men may fafely trull 
 
 In His reviving Sight. 
 
 Anzthzr Metre, as Mr, Sandys*/ ^tL 
 
 M 
 
 Y Faith is fiYd on God mofr High. 
 Why then fhould Fools to vex me cry, 
 As Birds afraid, 
 By Noifes made, 
 Heuce to the Mountains fly ! 
 
 a For 
 
18 TSAL* xl 
 
 a For loe [ the Wicked tend their Bows, 
 Their Arrows on the firings difpofe, 
 At- Men upri._ 
 In Woes dark Night, 
 They make their deadly Blows. 
 
 3 111 Men, by Force and Art, have thrown 
 The Governments Foundations down. 
 
 Where then, 6 where 
 Can thofe appear, 
 Who Truth and Juftice own ? 
 
 4 God in his Holy Temple reigns 
 The Lord enthroned on High remain*, 
 
 And with His Eyes 
 Severely trie! 
 What Sins the Soul mains. 
 
 5 Hee % ! try and vindicate the Juft, 
 But His Eternal Vengeance muft 
 
 With Decth pv.rfue 
 
 That Impious Crew 
 
 Who dare ia Rapine truft. 
 
 6 Thick Snares, hot Flames, and Sulphur fliall, 
 Like difmal Storms on Sinners fall ; 
 
 Strange Terrors will 
 Their Fancies fill, 
 And Fears confound them all. 
 
 7 The righteous God in Actions Right 
 Has ever fixM his whole Delight \ 
 
 Onely the Man- 
 Who's Righteous can 
 Procure his favouring fight. 
 
 PSJL 
 
P SA L. xij. xiij. i? 
 
 PSAL. xij. 
 
 OHelp me Lord, for Goodnefs now, 
 And Truth from Earth are flown !> 
 None Hone fly nor Mercy fliow, 
 They'r all Deceifnl grown. 
 2 All double Hearts and Tongues employ, 
 
 When with their Friends they fpeak ; 
 But God will Lying-lips defrroy, 
 And haughty Boafters break. 
 
 Who fay, Come let our Tongues be free, 
 
 Our Words at Random fly ; 
 And when we ufe that Liberty, 
 
 What Lord fhaU ask us why ? 
 But to relieve their mifery 
 
 To hear the Necdv*s cry, 
 Vk rife, fays God, and let him free 
 
 From Scorn and Cruelty. 
 
 6 And, Lord, Thy Promifes are pure 
 
 As Silver oft refinM, 
 
 7 And will thy happy Saints facure 
 
 From Men to Vice enclin'd. 
 
 8 The Wicked proudly fralks and fweUs, 
 But wfieri Exalted high 
 
 Grief on each Humane vifage dwells, 
 And Bluflies Crimibn Dye. 
 
 PSAL. xiij. 
 
 i T Oft in Oblivion, Lord, fliali I 
 § _y No more behold thy Face ? 
 Mufl all my Thoughts, di ft rafted }y, 
 And Woes my Heart embrace. 
 Still fliall my Foes, my ftrength ailaiJ, 
 And iiiJi above me rife r 
 
 : Lord 
 
M PSA L. xiv. 
 
 5 Lord, hear me ! and e*re Death prevail 
 Unclofe my failing Eyes ! 
 
 4 O never Jet my haughty Foes 
 
 Pre fume they've conquered me ! 
 If they my fmalleft: Trip difclofe, 
 They'] all Triumphant be. 
 
 5 But in thy mercy, Lord, I truff, 
 
 Thy faring Health zddit. 
 
 € And Gng to Thee whole Bounty mult , 
 
 My doubting Soul reilcre. 
 
 PSJL. x:\V 
 
 * r I *He wicked Foors mi fg -aided Heart 
 X The World's great God denies ; 
 Hence all from Ways of Virtue ftart, 
 And horrid Crimes devife. 
 
 2 God from above the World furveys, 
 
 And Humane Actions reads > 
 To fee who common S' en fe obeys, 
 And God, or Goodne fs heeds. 
 
 3 But a 1 ] fr^m God's pure Ways decline, 
 
 And in his NoRrils (link, 
 None, None at all on Truth's Divine, 
 
 Or r ober Virtues think. 
 " Their Throats like gaping Graves appear, f EM 
 
 u Their oily Tongues deceive, Sep: ^ ?- 
 
 u Their Lips more dealy Poifons bear, gftifai 
 
 H Then biting Afpies leave. 
 
 11 Their Mouths with bitter Curfes ft. . 
 
 M Their Feet to Murders fly, 
 u DcftmftiOB all their Paths afTord,. 
 
 " And certain Mifery. 
 11 No Ways of Charity, or Peace, 
 
 " Their Pride, or Malice knows, 
 
 "And 
 
P S A L. xv. Zl 
 
 u And they as ftii] their Crimes encreafe, 
 " No Fear of God difclofe. 
 
 But can the Sons of Sin fo loofe 
 
 Their Underftanding power, 
 That they like Bread my Saints abate, 
 
 And all at once devour. 
 To God no S^nih can make them pray : 
 
 Tho* where no Ground appears 
 Their Souls a thoufand Terrors fway, 
 
 And caufldS (enfelefi Fears. 
 
 But God who loves the Righteous Race, 
 
 Among the Jufr remains, 
 And while 111 Men their Hope difgrace, 
 
 He frill their Hope fuftains. 
 Oh, whence fhali I]rmi?& fafcty rife ? 
 
 If God their mournful State 
 JRefrore, in Them the kind furprize 
 
 Will boundlefs Joys create. 
 
 TSAL. xv. 
 
 HOw bleit, how glorious is the PJace, 
 Where thy great Narhc reildes ! 
 llov.- bleft the Man whom there thy Grace 
 
 From impious Crouds divides ! 
 Bur, Lord, what Gifts can fix him there ? 
 
 What wondrous Virtues raife 
 His Soul to love thy Houfe, and there 
 To ling thy daily Praife. 
 
 He only can with Hopes be bleft 
 
 Of that Ccelefhai State, 
 Who hides no Envy in his Breafl 
 
 Nor deadly lurking Hate : 
 -But all his Thoughts arc hVd and True, 
 
 And all hb Anions right. 
 
 taiti 
 
i T-SAL. xv. 
 
 Faith to his Word is always due. 
 His Lips in Truth delight. 
 
 No Falfhood e'er perverts his Heart, 
 
 No Lyes defile his Tongue ; 
 Nor dares he, with malicious -Art, 
 
 Contrive his Neighbour's Wrong, 
 He fcorns thofe Tales by Malice rais'd. 
 
 To hlaft his fragrant Name ; 
 And all thofe fenfelefs Scandals blaz'd 
 
 Againft his riling Fame, 
 
 Fart 2 , 
 
 That hardened Wretch, who proudly flights 
 
 His great" Creator's Laws • 
 Whofe Wit againfr his Maker fighrs, 
 
 And backs a Godlefs Caufe; 
 That vile, that defpicable Slave 
 
 His nobler Thoughts defpiie. 
 But fixates the Good mail always have, 
 
 And Kindnefs in his Eyes. 
 
 No Loft, noGainriisJufticeb©ws, 
 
 His Words AiTurance (peak i 
 He'll ne'er his Oaths, nor facred Vows, 
 
 Nor juft Engagements break. 
 Boundlefs and wide his Bounty flows, 
 
 And vile Extortion hates. 
 Large as Mz-rfs Wants his Mercy grows, 
 
 And till their Wealth creates," 
 
 Ha loves the Innocent, and flrivcs 
 
 Their Vermes to protefb ?. 
 From him no Bribe can buy their Live** 
 
 Nor Falihood gain Refpefc 
 Thus (hull he teach thy holy Place, 
 
 There grow, and flouiifh there « 
 
 An 
 
VSJL, xv. a 3 
 
 And in the Glories of thy Face 
 No Lofs nor. Dangers fear. 
 
 Another Mitre, as Mr. Sandys' s jih^ 
 
 ■ - " • 
 
 BLefs'd Lord, how glorious is the PlaCQ 
 Thy Altars. grace ! 
 How is that holy Temple blefs'd, 
 
 By Thee pofTefs'd ! 
 But, 6, what happy Man is he 
 Who therq a daiiy Gueit may be ! 
 
 He's only of that Blifs fecure 
 
 Whole- Life is pure, 
 Who never lets Contagious Sin 
 
 Prevail within ; 
 For Right and Juftiee only cares, 
 And from his Heart the Truth decir 
 
 He'll never fiander ? never lye ; 
 
 Nor Will his Eye 
 With Malice, or aa eiwious View, 
 
 His Friend pur 
 Nor to his. Neighbour 's Hurt proceed, 
 Or break his Peace by Word or Deed, 
 
 He will, if Men in Sin delight, 
 
 Abhor their Sight/ 
 And with a jull Contempt de 
 
 Their fhamek-fs Lyes! 
 But ReVrenc-e and Refpect afford 
 To fuch as love and fear 
 
 If to his Neighbour's Profit . 
 
 He kindly fwe&r, 
 Though fo himfelf % Prtjm' 
 
 Fromthcr 
 F&tfhood on him (hall ne'er prevail § 
 His Gain, but not lu$ Faith, may fail, 5 He 1 
 
24 PSAL. xvj. 
 
 5 He'll, if Extortion rais'd it, hate 
 
 A vaft Eftate ; 
 And won't, for Bribes, quit the Defence 
 
 Of Innocence. 
 The Man whofe Life is thus approv , d> 
 Shall ne'er by Fears or Pains be mov'd. 
 
 P S A i. xvj. As the ErB> 
 
 i TJReferve me, Lord, who truft in Thee \ 
 2 JL To God my thankful Heart has faid, 
 Thou art my Lord, but canft not be 
 More blefs'd by my Submiflions made. 
 
 3 I, with unbounded Blifs, delight 
 
 In Saints, in fuch as Goodnefs mind : 
 
 4 But Sorrows multiply'd ihall light 
 
 On Men to other Gods inclin'd, 
 
 I'll ne'er, though kindly cali'd, partake 
 Of their detefted Sacrifice ; 
 
 Nor Mention of their Idols make, 
 They never from my Lips fliall rife. 
 
 5 My God's my blefs'd Inheritance, 
 
 My Right his mighty Arm fuftains : 
 
 6 My Lines on pleafant Parts advance ; 
 
 For me a goodly Let remains. 
 
 Tart 1. 
 
 7 My Thanks I'll to my Teacher fiiow, 
 
 I nightly feel his gentle Hand-; 
 
 8 He's ever hxd before me, fo 
 
 I (till unmov'd-, unihaken ftande 
 
 VMy 
 
VSAL. xvij. *5 
 
 My Heart hence fprings with rifingjoys, 
 My Tongue's with glorious Praifes blefs'd : 
 
 Though Death my Mortal State deftroys, 
 My Flefh in certain Hope lhall reft. 
 
 o The Grave fhall foon my Flefh reflgn, 
 Death quit his Triumphs o'er my Soul. 
 Tombs fha' nt thy Holy One Confine, 
 
 Nor Worms my mould'ring Corps control* 
 
 i To me thy Grace new Life fl: all mow ; 
 Lord, in thy Prefence Joys abound ; 
 With thae Eternal PJeafures flow, 
 
 And lafling Blifs, with Glories crown' d, 
 
 VSAL. xvij. 
 
 HEar me, 6 hear me, Lord ? 
 Accept my earneft Cry ! 
 Thy Juftice to his Pray'rs afford, 
 Who hates Hypocrifie ! 
 O weigh my Right, and let 
 
 My Sentence come from Thee I 
 Thou try 'ft my Heart, thy Looks are &t 9 
 By Night to viiit me. 
 
 Yet thou haft found me pure 
 i When in thy Furnace try'd : 
 My Lips, by Refolutions fure, 
 Are to thy Precepts ty'd. 
 Whate'r vile Sinners dare, 
 I know thy Word's Divine : 
 And from deftru&ive Paths, with Care, 
 My wand'ring Feet confine. 
 
 Lord, all my Motions guide 
 To tread thy facred Way ! 
 
 c And 
 
tS ~PSAL. xvij. 
 
 And never let my Foot-fteps wide 
 From Paths of Vertue flray ! 
 
 6 Lfcnly call to thee, 
 
 Who hear'ft the Cries of thine r 
 Lord, bow thy gracious Ears to me, 
 And to my Words incline ! 
 
 7 Thy wondrous Love difclofe 
 
 To thdfe wKo truft in thee ; 
 And fave them from the Rage of thofe 
 Who would their Ruin fee ! 
 
 8 Keep me as Eye-lids keep 
 
 And guard the tender Eye, 
 That I beneath thy Wings may fleep, 
 Beneath thy Shade may lie ! 
 
 Part z. 
 
 9 Save me from bloody Hands, 
 
 Who now indole me round ; 
 And all thofe cruel angry Bands, 
 
 Which would my Life confound ! 
 jo Who, fat and haughty made, 
 
 Speak big with lofty Pride; 
 
 1 1 But Snares which in our Paths are laid, 
 
 With down-caft Looks can hide. 
 
 12 Who, like fierce Lions, would 
 
 Surprize the trembling Prey ; 
 Or Liens Whelps, which, mad for Blood, 
 In Thickets lurking itay. 
 
 13 Rife, quell their Malice, Lord, 
 
 And break their Infolence ! 
 From wicked Men, thy deadly Sword, 
 Be thou my Soul's Defence* 
 
 ■lA. From Godlefs Brutes, employ'd 
 
 Toicourge a carelefs Age'; 
 
 M 
 
P S A L. xviij. 27 
 
 Men who with Earthly BlefTmgs cloy'J, 
 Their Hearts on Earth engage j 
 Whofe craving Bellies aJl 
 The fecret Treafures fill ; 
 
 Whofe Sons are fat, whofe Lordfliips fall 
 Down to their Children ftill. 
 
 15 So I in Righteoufnefs 
 
 Thy glorious Face fhall iee 
 Which, when Fin inais'd again, fhall blefs 
 Me to Satiety. 
 
 FSJL. xviij. as fbe 1 octb, or Afr. Sandys' j yth> 
 
 1 T T O W fhall I praifemyGod, my King, 
 
 rl Thus ecftafyM with Joys and Love ? 
 What worthy Hallelujahs fing 
 
 To his great Name who rules above ? 
 
 Fie, by a thoufand facfed Bands, 
 
 Flas made my grateful Heart his own. 
 
 2 My Strength, my Rock, my Fort He Hands, 
 
 His Force in my'DehVrance fliown. 
 
 My God, my folid Hope, my Shield, 
 
 Againlt my fierce infulting Foes : 
 Safe in his Strength I keep thQ Field, 
 
 My Crown his mighty Arm bellows, 
 
 Him will I praife, to him I'll pray, 
 And fo from all my Foes be free, 
 4 Tho' Death's frrong Chains mould flop my Way, 
 And Floods of Horrour compafs me, 
 
 Hell's difmal Sorrows hedg'd me round, 
 Death's cruel Chains* oppos'J my Way • 
 
 Yet my Diftreis his Mercy found, 
 And from his Seat He heard me pray. 
 
 C 2 y H; s 
 
. *S TSAL. xviij. 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 7 His Awful Nod my Cries receiv'd, 
 
 Which all the World's Foundations fhook. 
 And Mountains from their Bafes heav'd, 
 Unhing'd by his revenging Look. 
 
 8 Thick Smoak his kindling Furresrais'd, 
 
 His Wrath the frreaming Vapour fhow'd. 
 Devouring Flames before him blaz'd, 
 And Bolts with living Sulphur glow'd. 
 
 9 He came, Heav'ns bending Arches groan'd, 
 
 His Steps thick Darknefs cover' d o'er ; 
 i© Triumphant Flames their Lord inthron'd, 
 On Wings of xapid Tempefls bore. 
 
 ■ ii Myfterious Gloom around him flow'd, 
 
 And where he forc'd his wond'rous Way> 
 His Way Majeftick Darknefs fliow'd, 
 And heavy Clouds obfcur'd the Day. 
 
 ii Buffoon his fiery Wrath difpell'd 
 
 The Clouds, the Clouds difiolv'd around ; 
 And Drops to monn'rous Hail congeal' d., 
 With burning Bolts, rak'd o'er the Ground. 
 
 gjj The thund'ring Skies his Voice reveal'd, 
 The Air return'd the dreadful Sound ; 
 And Drops to monilrous Hail congeafd, 
 With burning Bolts, rak'd o'er the Ground. 
 
 :I4 Thick as his Hail his Arrows flew : 
 Nor could his Foes their Force avoid, 
 WhiJe his fure Hand thick Lightnings threw, 
 And all their icatter'd Holts deftroy'd. 
 
 Pa 
 
PSA L. xviij. :o 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 1 5 Great God, when thy fierce Fury ftorm'd, 
 Diftra&ed Nature trembling ? ay ; 
 And the unfathom'd Deep, deform'd 
 Through horrid Rupture, felt the Day. 
 
 The Seas old Parent Springs appear'd, 
 And the great World's Foundations torn ; 
 
 The tott'ring Hills their Doom's-day fear'd, 
 By thy impetuous Wrath o'er-born. 
 
 \6 For me yet were his Loves en^ag'd, 
 His Brows with fofter Glory fhin'd ; 
 He fav'd me from the Gulphs enrag'd, 
 And all the greedy Floods combind. 
 
 \y His gracious Arm dill refcues me 
 From all my Foes infulting Hate, 
 That Arm which me alone can free, 
 And their prevailing Force abate, 
 
 r8 Their Spite my faddeft Moments watch\I> 
 But God was then my Guard, my Stay ; 
 He lov'd, he lov'd my Soul, and fnatch'd 
 From hungry Jaws the fainting Prey. 
 
 r9 My harmlefs Innocence he knows 
 
 And with his bounteous Love purfues ; 
 io For I his facred Methods chofe, 
 
 ' Nor would his juft Commands refufe 
 
 Part 4. 
 
 1 r God's Statures fir i 1 1 before me lay, 
 
 2 Nor durft I calr his Laws afide, 
 
 3 But with Him trod the perfect Way, 
 
 And all my craving Lufts deny'd. 
 
 c 3 . H So 
 
jo 7 SAL. xviij. 
 
 24 So God my Love with Love repay'd, 
 
 Repay 'd my righteous Innocence, 
 And to my Hands thus guildefs made 
 Hee'l ftill His kind Rewards dilpenfe. 
 
 25 God's ever Juit; where Mercy ftiines 
 
 His Mercy meets the tender Heart, 
 
 Where Man to perfect Deeds inclines, 
 
 His Smiles a perfect meed impart. 
 
 2 5 Where the plain Heart fincerely moves, 
 God's Bleillngs are unmix'd and plain, 
 Where Man deceit and falfhood loves, 
 Falfe Hopes, falfejoys, are all his gain. 
 
 17 Thou fhalt thy poor Afflicted raiie, 
 
 Bring down the Looks which proudly fwelL 
 
 jS And make my Light more brightly blaze, 
 And all my darker thoughts difpel. 
 
 29 By Thee with Godlike vigour arm'd 
 
 Thro' rally'd HoiTs I force my way, 
 Scale lofty Walls, till all alarm'd 
 My ever conquering Sword obey. 
 
 Tart 5. 
 
 30 God's ways are perkcl, tryM and pure 
 
 His Word ; His Strength a certain Shield. 
 
 31 What Gtfd but Ours can help fecure ? 
 
 What Lord fo firm a Shelter yield ? 
 
 32 My God, my Arm with ftrength fupplies, 
 
 And makes my Ways and Counfels plain, 
 
 33 Through him my fpeed the Hart out-flies, 
 
 And 1 fet. high iecurely reign. 
 
 
 34 
 
 B 
 
TSAL. xvrfj- 1* 
 
 34 He taught my uriskilTd Arms the flight 
 
 To throw the Spear and lift the Shield, 
 To break ft eel Bows with eafe, and fights 
 . The Duel, or the Marmalfd field. 
 
 35 Thro' Thee Fine fafe and guarded fure* 
 
 And Greatnefs gain, and kind fupport, 
 
 36 Mv Paths grow large, my Feet fecure, 
 
 My Foes my Conquering Armies fport. 
 
 37 My flying Foes Fie- fwiftly chafe 
 
 And feize, and fbon confound them all : 
 
 38 Till in their Breafts my Shafts take place, 
 And Dead beneath my feet they fall. 
 
 39 When numerous Armies take the Field 
 
 With ftrength thy Spirit girds me round, 
 
 40 Thou raake'ft my fierce Oppofers yield, 
 Their humbled. Necks to kifs the ground. 
 
 Thro' Thee my Hands with eafe deftroy 
 Thofe Crouds whofe fpite my Glory crofs'd, 
 
 41 In vain to God for Help they cry, 
 
 Their Prayers, their empty Cries are loft. 
 
 Tart 6. 
 
 42 Thro' Thee my fcatter'd Foes are blowif 
 
 Like Dull before the (rormy Wind, , 
 
 Or like viie Dirt in ftreets are thrown, 
 
 And I tread down their hated kind. 
 
 43 No more fhall ftrife the Tribes divide, 
 But Y\q by join'd Agreement reign, 
 
 And o're ftrange Heathen Lands prdide, 
 And Realms unknown (hall drag my Chain. 
 
 C 4 44 They'll 
 
$z TSAL. xix. 
 
 44 They'l by my Name alarm'd obey, 
 
 And Strangers fmooth pretences make, 
 
 4$* And humble Reverence feem to pay 
 
 When all their ilrongelr. Frontiers quake. ■ 
 
 46 BlefsM be my God ! 6 ever blefl ! 
 
 My ever-Jiving Rock ! may He, 
 
 47 Whofe faving Help my Foes depreiT, 
 
 More honour 1 d ftill, more glorious be ! 
 
 48 Their Heads it's mark His Vengeance makes, 
 
 And He the fubjefr Nations leads, 
 JvTe from their cruel Envy takes, 
 And fets me high above their Heads* 
 
 And tho' Man's heady Fury iliJl 
 Fly out, thy Arms my Safety bring ; 
 
 49 And I before the Gentiles will 
 
 Thy Praife, in grateful Anthems, fing. 
 
 50 To Kings He grearTSalvation gives; 
 
 And fure of his protecting Grace 
 His David, his Anointed Jives, 
 And a 1 ! his long fucceeding Race. 
 
 L 
 
 PSA L, 19. As the iStb. 
 
 Cck up obdurate Wretch ! Survey 
 _ The Heavens, the far extended Skyes : 
 See what thofe facred Volumes lay, 
 Before thy Unbelieving Eyes. 
 
 To prove our God's Exigence, there 
 A thoufand frarry Beauties fhine, 
 
 A thoufand glorious Marks appear, 
 Of Providence and Love Divine. 
 
PSAL. xix. 33 
 
 2 If ftill thy fullea Silence dare , 
 
 Neg^ct thy great Creator's Praife, 
 Yet wifer Nature's grateful Care 
 
 His Being fpeaks, his Might difplays. 
 
 There, Days to Nights, and Nights to Days, 
 Inftruftive Wisdom's Lectures read. 
 
 3 Yet to proclaim God's wondrous praife, 
 
 They neither Voice nor Language need. 
 
 Orders prodigious Eloquence, 
 
 O're all the feeing World prevails ; 
 And with ftrong Truth, and weighty Senfe ? 
 Their willing Eyes and Hearts aflails. 
 
 4 Nor can Earth's darkefr. Corners be 
 
 So far from Light or SqiiCq remov'd ; 
 But they our God's Exifrence fee, 
 And Athe'ifric Lyes difprov'd. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 Above in open Skies He bleft 
 
 5 The Place from whence the light fom Sun 
 Like fome Illuftrious Bridgroom dreft ; 
 
 Or well-breath'd vigorous Youth fhould run, 
 
 6 Thro' every Point he fwifty drives, 
 
 And fheds his Influences round, 
 And as He runs qifperfes Lives, 
 
 His Heat's with vail Productions crownM. 
 
 7 Yet tho' that radiant Star declare, 
 
 So plain the Majefty Divine, 
 Tho' Nature fpeak her Maker's care, 
 And God in every Creature flune, 
 
 C 5 More 
 
3+ PSJL. xix. 
 
 More happy tve, to whom his Grace 
 Imparts his -Will, and facred Laws ; 
 
 Where, through each Word, the Poor may trace 
 His Works, and Him, their mighty Caufe. 
 
 Thy Laws in full Perfection ihine, 
 Great God, thy Statutes firmly ftand ; 
 
 Thofe, finful Thoughts to Good incline ; 
 Thefe make the Simpleft underftand. 
 
 8 Thy Precepts right, thy Dictates pure, 
 
 Give Joy, and clear the Cloudy Eyes ; 
 
 9 Thy Worfliip ever fhaH endure, 
 
 Thy Judgments all are jufr, and wife. 
 
 Part 3. 
 
 I o Honey we'd eat, and Gold we'd gain ; 
 
 That, for its Sweernefs ; this, its Price- 
 Cut nobler Sweet? thy Laws contain ; 
 More worth, thy Word's Divine Advice. 
 
 I I They warn my Soul when Danger's near, 
 
 Dangers which Health and Lull: create ; 
 And then conduct me fafely where 
 Rewards on juft Obedience wait. 
 
 12 Yet who, 6 ho^ God can know 
 
 What Guilt his mrrioft Thoughts attends, 
 Who weighs his Words, his Actions who ? 
 Or on their Innocence depends ? 
 
 C ? eanfem-e, 6 cleanfe my Soul, my God, 
 From Sins o-^er-lock'd, and Guilt unknown : 
 ^3 O let me not beneath the Load 
 
 Of Madnefi or Prefumption groan ! 
 
 V 
 
 1 
 
PSAL. xx. ?; 
 
 So from great fJuilt, great Errours, free, 
 14 VI] praife my ftron ^Redeemer's Name, 
 TiM all my Thoughts and Words with Thee 
 May Favour and Acceptance £ain. 
 
 P S A L. xx. As the 1 ith. 
 
 P Hen, prefs'd with weighty Cares r 
 The Lord accept thy Prayers, 
 Thee with his glorious Name defend! 
 
 2 May his Aflifting-Grace 
 Come from thy Holy Place - , 
 
 His Strength from SiWs Hill defcend I 
 
 3 O may thy Sacrifice 
 Right from his Altars rife, 
 
 Confum'd at once by F'ames Divine ! 
 
 4 He give thee wihYd Succef>, 
 And all thy Counfels blefs, 
 
 While we in Thanks and Praife combine ! 
 
 5 With Joys Triumphant we 
 Thy great Salvation fee : 
 
 In God\ great Name our Standards high? 
 With humbly grateful Praife, 
 And chearful Hands we'll raiie : 
 
 May God to all thy Prayers reply ! 
 
 6 He, from his holy Throne, 
 Will his Anointed own ; 
 
 On him his God's Salvation flows : . 
 
 That Health and Safety ftrong, 
 
 Which to our God belong, 
 God's mighty Arm alone beftows. 
 
 7 Some in their Chariots mo ft, 
 
 And fome in Horfes boafr ; ' 
 
 But wc ; in God's more powerful Name. 
 
 8 Tte< 
 
3* TSAL. xk 
 
 * They, crufh'd and broken all, 
 > In weighty Ruins fall, 
 
 While we our Saviour's Strength proclaim i 
 Through that we ftrongly rife, 
 And with erefted Eyes, 
 
 The Spring of all our Strength adore. 
 9 O Thou, our God, our King, 
 
 Accept the Vows we bring, 
 
 When we thy needful Hep implore ! 
 
 Another Metre. As the 100th. 
 
 * * I ^HE Lord, in dang'rous Times receive 
 
 JL Thy Pray'rs ; his Name defend thee (till 
 
 2 Thy Wants with holy Aids relieve, 
 
 And help thee from his facred Hill I 
 
 3 O may He all thy Vows record, 
 
 Confume thy grateful Sacrifice : 
 
 4 Succefs to thy vaft Thoughts afford, 
 
 And blefs each mighty Enterprize ! 
 
 5 So, in his Health Triumphant, we 
 
 Will raife our happy Standards high 
 In God's great Name, while kindly he 
 Shall to thy fervent Pray'rs reply : 
 
 6 Now, now I know the Lord his Health 
 
 on his Anointed King be flows ; 
 Whofe Strength, whofe Happinefs, and Wealth, 
 From his Celeftial Treaiure flows. 
 
 7 Some trufl in \vell-arin f d Chariots ; feme 
 
 In Horfes, and in Horfe-men's Force : 
 In God's mere pow'rful Name we come j 
 To him alone's cur whole Ilecourfe. 
 
 8 They 
 
 
VSAL. xxj. 57 
 
 8 They quickly bend, and quickly £i ! l; 
 
 We rife more high, and ftronger ftand ; 
 
 9 He'p, Lord ! and when, diftrefs'd, we call, 
 
 For us thy Royal Aids command ! 
 
 P S A L. xxj. As the i ooth. 
 
 i np H E King mail in thy Might be glad 7 
 JL And in thy faving Health rejoice, 
 
 2 Since he, blels'd Lord, his Wifhes had, 
 
 And thou haft heard his humble Voice. 
 
 3 Thy Goodnefs all his Hopes prevents, 
 
 And crowns his Head with envy'd GoM : 
 
 4 He beg'd for Life ; thy Love confent*, 
 
 He long may live, and ne'er be old. 
 
 5 Thy great Salvation fet him high, 
 
 With all Majeftick Glory crown 1 d : 
 
 6 On him Eternal Bleflings lie ; 
 
 Thy Heav'nly Joys his Heart furround. 
 
 7 The King on God above relief 
 
 And in his Mercy firmly ftands : 
 
 8 No Foe beyond his Anger flie^, 
 Nor fcapes his long revenging Hands. 
 
 Lord, when thy dreadful Fury burns, 
 Its Flame their Stock at once oonfumes, 
 io And all their Race on Earth o'erturns, 
 And all their wretched Pride intombs. 
 
 1 1 Againft thee they confpir'd, and framM 
 Such Plots as no Effect could take. 
 O let them turn their Backs afham'd ! 
 Thine Arrows {harp againft them make ! 
 
 13 Exalt 
 
3 p > VSAL. xxi). 
 
 13 Exalt thy Might, thv Cory, Lord ; 
 Arife, exalt thy lofty Name, 
 While we with Songs thy Might record, 
 And all thy wondrous Acls proclaim. 
 
 P S A L. xxi). 
 
 1 IT7HY, 6 my God; my God, 6 why 
 VV • Haft thou forfaken me ! 
 How long fo dill ant from my Cry 
 Shall thy Salvation be ! 
 1 To thee, my God, I cry by Day ; 
 To thee by Night I cry : 
 With Tears, with reftlefs Tears, I pray ; 
 Yet, unregarded, diQ. 
 
 3 Yet Thou art holy, Lord, and pure ,♦ 
 
 With faithful Praife ador'd : 
 
 4 Our Fathers Hopes in Thee were fure, 
 
 Thy Hep their Sou's reiror'd. 
 
 5 On Thee they call'd, and hop'd in Thee, 
 
 Yet no Difgrace received : 
 Thy Hand procured their Liberty, 
 And ail their Wants relieved. 
 
 6 But I, a wretched Worm, the Name. 
 
 Of Man in vain have born ; 
 By Men expos'd to common Shame, 
 And a 1 the Vulgar's Scorn. 
 
 7 Their Heads, their Lips, when I appear, 
 
 With Scoffs difdainful move. 
 
 8 Let's" fee, they cry, if Go 3 can hear, 
 
 If God his Caufe approve. 
 
 God was his Hope, in God his Truir, 
 On God the Wretch re y'd : 
 
 God, if HeM have him, ihong y mull 
 Efpouie his Darling's Side., 
 
VSAL. xxij. 3? 
 
 9 But from my Mother's Breafts and Womb, 
 
 Thou "waft my God, my Guide: 
 10 Thy careful Hand my youthful Bloom, 
 
 My Infant Cries fupply'd. 
 
 ii So on thy Grace I fli T l depend, 
 O never call: me by ; 
 For dary Woes my Life attend, 
 And no AiTiftant's nigh. 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 ,12 Againft me Sinners fierce engage, 
 And impious Arms prevail ; 
 
 1 3 And me with Lions rampant Rage, 
 
 And open Mouths, aflaih 
 
 14 My Life runs off, like Winter-Streams ; 
 My Bones, disjointed, ftart : 
 
 As Wax before the Sun's hot Beams, 
 So melts my careful Heart. 
 
 i j My Strength quite dries aw T ay, my Tongue 
 Cleaves to my parching Jaws j 
 And I iha ] l foon to Earth belong 
 By Death's determin'd Laws. 
 
 1 6 For angry Dogs around me meet, 
 
 And all the Godlefs Crew : 
 They pierce my bleeding Hands and Feet, 
 And Wounds on Wounds renew. 
 
 17 Each PafTenger may tell my Bones, 
 
 While here I rack'd appear ; 
 And gaze in Scorn, whi e deathful Groans 
 My wafted Vitals tear. 
 
 18 My Robes my cruel Murd'rers ; feize, 
 
 And carefully divide ; 
 And for their Shares their doubtful Pleas, 
 Impartial Lots decide. 
 
 19 Bur 
 
40 VSAL, xxij. 
 
 19 But leave me not, my Strength , my Lord t 
 
 O fly to refcue ir.e ! 
 
 20 My helplefs Sou 1 , 6 from the Sword, 
 
 And bloody Dogs fet free ! 
 
 21 From Lions Mouths, and Frutifh Might, 
 
 O fave, and hear my Prayer ! 
 
 22 So IT, in a 1 ! thy Church's Sight, 
 
 Thy Name, thy Praife declare. 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 23 O ye who fear the Lord, with Praife 
 
 His happy Smiles implore f . 
 Ye faithful Seed, his Glories raife, 
 His facred Nacne adore ! 
 
 24 He ne'er defpis'd. nor caft afide 
 
 The Poor's afflifted Cafe ; 
 Nor hid his Face ; but when I cry'd, 
 BeftowM his wonted Grace. 
 
 25 To thee, my God, Til lofty Praife 
 
 In vaft AfTemblies fing ; 
 My humbled Vows on holy Days, 
 With juft Devotion bring. 
 
 26 The Poor (hall eat to Fulnefs there, 
 
 Thy Saints thy Praifes found ; 
 Their joyful Hearts with Heavenly Cheer, 
 And Life Eterna 1 crown'd. 
 
 27 Earth's farthefr Bounds to Thee fhall bow, 
 
 The World thy Grace prodaim : 
 All Nations Thee their God iha'l know, 
 And bear thy facred Name. 
 
 28 For God above the Nations reigns, 
 
 And o'er the Wor d prefides : 
 His Word their quiet State maintains, 
 And Truth to all divides. 
 
 29 The 
 
PSAL. xxij. 41 
 
 29 The Rich fhal all his Right? allow, 
 
 And juft Obedience pay. 
 The Poor to hifn fliall gladly bow, 
 
 And his Commands obey. 
 Nay, thofe whofe drooping Souls draw near 
 
 The dark devouring Grave, 
 Shall at his Name revivM appear, 
 
 And his Protection crave. 
 
 30 Their Seed their gracious God fliall ferve^ 
 And in his Family 
 
 Their happy States and Names preferve, 
 And all his Goodnefsfee 
 
 3 1 They fliall his Righteoufnefs to all 
 Succeeding Agesfhow, 
 
 That thofe to come on God nay call, 
 And all his Wonders know. 
 
 Another Metre : As the ii<\>th* 
 
 1 TT THY, 6 my God; 6why,myGod, doftThou 
 VV Defert a Soul opprefs\i with mighty Woe ! 
 Thou, whofe unbounded Mercies largely flow ; 
 And ready Help, and kind Supports allow 
 To others, who beneath their SufPrings bow ! 
 
 CrufiVd by thy weighty Wrath, my dreadful Cries, 
 My flowing Tears, confume the chearful Light ; 
 My reftlefs Groans diflurb the ffent Night : 
 
 Yet Hill my abfentGoi his Smiles denies; 
 
 For Tears or Groans has neither Ears nor Eyes. 
 
 3 What ! Can thy Wrath againft a GodlefsRace 
 Thy Nature change ? or to thy Servants make 
 Thy Promife fail ? Can God himfeif forfakc ? 
 O. no! He's holy itif : His wondrous Grace 
 The*faithful World with Praife and Thanks em- 
 brace. 4 On 
 
4* TSAL. xxij. 
 
 4 On him our happy Fathers long believ'd ; 
 
 TheirFaithinhim,in him their Hopes were fure;. 
 Their Confidence in him from Shame fecure. 
 
 5 His ready Arm" their prefiing Wants reliev'd ; 
 Their ancient Freedom, and their State retrieved. 
 
 6 But I'm beneath a Man's exalted Name, 
 
 A trampled Worm, a Wretch, forgot, forlorn ; 
 
 Expos'd to all th' in fill tin<* Vulgar's Scorn. 
 My heavy Woes their fcoffing Wits inflame, 
 And think I merit greater Pains-and. Shame 
 
 7 See how they tofs their Heads! the barb'rous Crew 
 
 Shoot out theirTongues with pointed Flouts and 
 (Unkind returns for all my fanguine tears!)(Jeers, 
 With cruel Joys the Rout my Life purfue, 
 And my unutterable Torments vie.w. 
 
 8 God was th'Impofrors Patron once, they cry ; 
 
 God was his Strength, his Friend, his Father too : 
 Let's fee what that Almighty Friend can do": 
 Let's fee his God, through the dividing Sky, 
 On rapid Wings, to his Afiiftance fly ! 
 
 z Yet from my Mother's Breafts,and Virgin-womb, 
 Wait thou my God, and I was only thine ; 
 My Birth, Conception, Nature, all Divine. 
 io On Thee I trufted in my early Bloom : 
 Thy Image in my Infant-Soul had Room. 
 
 And can I doubt my God's immortal Love ? 
 Can Seas or Earth again, or can the Sky, 
 DilTolv'd in one unfhap'd Confulion, lie ? 
 
 Can groundlefs Hate purfue the fpotlefs Dove ? 
 
 Or can unkind Oblivion reign above ? 
 
 ii Lord, 
 
P S A L. xxij. 43 
 
 j i Lord, be not abfent long ! to thee alone 
 
 My drooping Soul for fure Affiftance flies ; 
 On Thee, for Help, my drooping S'oul relies. 
 
 My Griefs are nearer now, and ftronger grown ; 
 
 My Foes unnumber'd, my Afllftants none. 
 
 12 Not angry Bulls with more ungovern'd Rage, 
 
 CurFd Bulls of lofty Ba fan's furly Breed ; 
 
 13 Not hungry Lions rouz'd, with fiercer Speed 
 Againit the daring Hunters Spears engage, 
 Than againft me this blind malicious Age. 
 
 14 With cruel Spite they vex and wildly tear 
 
 My mangled Body, and my wounded Mind ; 
 No fine wy Strength my loos'ning Joints can find. 
 Woes fwell my throbbing Heart,and deadly Care> 
 And horrid Pangs approaching Death declare. 
 
 1 5 W hat Pray Vs,what Cries,what meltingTears can I, 
 
 To cool Mens Rage, or eafe my Torments, ufe ? 
 
 My Tongue its Cries,their Tears my Eyes refufe. 
 And that thou,Lord, may'fr caft thy Thunders by, 
 I g^oan, I fwcat, I bleed, and faint, and die. 
 
 16 To grieve me more, they pierce my Handsand Feet, 
 
 My Hands, my bleeding Feet, are rudely torn; 
 
 My dying Groans fupprefs'd by noify Scorn. 
 So greedy Dogs about the Carcafe meet, 
 And Paflengers with furly Snarlings greet. 
 
 1 7 Srretch'd ®n this Crofs, my Bones are all defcry'd ; 
 
 Their Eye-, frill dry, the ftupid Vulgar raiie, 
 And, hard as Rocks, on all my Sorrows gaze. 
 1 3 My Robes among themfelves my Guards divide; 
 And with impartial Lots, .their Claims decide. 
 
 10 But, 
 
4* PSAL. xxij. 
 
 19 But, 6 with Hafte, my God, with Hafte to me ; 
 Fly on thy own Salvation's Balmy Wings : 
 From that alone my Strength and Safety fprings. 
 To give me Life, let thy AfTiitance be 
 Swift as my own Obedience was to Thee ! 
 
 20, And though my Foes with Dog-like Fury rave, 
 My wretched Soul, deferted, Friendlefs, mourn, 
 And all their Swords againfr my Bofom turn, 
 Be thoubutmine,theirfwords andteerh ihall have 
 A Check, and all their Malice find a Grave. 
 
 21 
 
 Though Men,as Rampant Lions fierce,would tear 
 Mytrembling hear?,?ho they'd wjthforce control 
 With rabid Force difrraft my peaceful Soul ; 
 Be thou but mine, I'll live more free from Fear 
 Than Mariners when Halcyon Calms appear. 
 
 32 Then to my faithful Brethren 1*11 declare 
 
 Thy gracious Aflions, and thy glorious Name; 
 And in thy Houfe thy wondrous Love proclaim. 
 
 13 O ye who in th' Almighty's Favour fhare, 
 Now to his Court with grateful Songs repair ! 
 
 Ye who of I^rae's Privilege partake, 
 By Faith united to the chofen Seed, 
 To his blefs'dCourts with grateful Songs proceed! 
 24 He ne'er would yet his praying Saints foriake,. 
 
 Nor to th' Opprefs'd himfeif a Stranger make. 
 
 1 5 Thy Name I'll in the great AfTemblies praife, 
 And there, in publick, pay my Vows to Thee : 
 There all thy Saints my Gratitude ihall fee : 
 My Sacrifice their fainting Hope fliall raife, 
 Anl turn their Mourning to their Feafting-Days. 
 
 %6 Then 
 
VSAL. xxnj. 4; 
 
 16 Then thofe who feek their God, their God fhall fee; 
 
 Their Hearts with no uncertain Tumours fvvelJ, 
 
 But in Eternal Jo>'s and Pleafures dwell : 
 
 Where chan»M their happy Hymns of Praife fhall 
 
 To Angels Tunes^ and Hea/nly Harmony, (be, 
 
 27 Thee mall the blefs'd converted Nations know : 
 
 Earth's utmoft Borders, dear eft Lord, be thine: 
 ToThee the fartheft Pagan Tribes incline. 
 To Thee mail all th' en'ightned Nations flow, 
 And holy Reverence and Devotion (how. 
 
 28 For God*s the King, and o*er the Nations reigns : 
 
 29 The Rich, the Mighty to his Sceptre bow : 
 His Government the naked Poor allow. 
 
 f Their God to them hio Xindnefs frill retains, 
 And gives them Life, and then their Lives main* 
 
 (tains. 
 
 30 From them fhall an immortal Race defcend, 
 
 To God devoted, and from God be nam'd ; 
 For facred Rites and hoy Virtues fam'd : 
 
 31 Who downward fhall the gladfom Tidings fend, 
 And his great Afts to future Heirs extend. 
 
 To God the Father, and to God tht Son, 
 And God the Holy Ghofr, Almighty Three, 
 One only God, one Glorious Trinity ! 
 As fhall be, is, and was e'er Time begun, 
 Be lading Glories paid, and Homage done. 
 
 P S A L. xxiij. As the iQoth. 
 
 1 A Midft aThoufand Wants and Woes, 
 ji\ My Soul on God for Hep relies ; 
 My Griefi; his pitying Wifdom knows ; 
 My Wants lus pitying Love fupplies. 
 
 2 He 
 
4<S P S A L. xxiij. 
 
 2 He like a Shepheard gently leads, 
 
 My Soul thro' Truths delightful Ways : 
 My Foot fure by his Conduct treads, 
 And ne're from Paths of Wifdom ilrays. 
 
 3 As grafly Meads, and wholefom Streams, 
 
 New Health on fickly Flocks bellow, 
 *So in thy Favours quickning Beams 
 I fweetly live, and kindly grow. 
 
 4 Thro' Death's dark fhades I fearlefs move, 
 
 By Thee, dear God, fecur'd from Harms; 
 Thy very Rod demonfrrates Love, 
 Thy Staff fupports my wearied Arms. 
 
 5- What tho' an envious World mould frown 
 On all my chief Delights ? from Thee 
 Sweet Wine and Oil my Bowl fliall crown* 
 And boundlefs Plenty compafs me. 
 
 6 In Thee, my God, I'me always Weft. 
 
 On Thee my Hopes, my Joys depend. 
 Then in thy Houfe Fie fix my Reir, 
 My Life hi kiting Praifes fpend. 
 
 Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys' j 10th. 
 
 1 r Tp H E Lord's my Sheepherd, I the Sheep, 
 X Thofe Soul his Cares in fafety keep. 
 Through flowery Meads, 
 He gently leads 
 Me on where I fecurely fleep : 
 Or by His guidance go, 
 Where filent Waters flow. 
 
 3 His Loves, his conftant Loves refln'd, 
 The Errors of my ^vand'ring Mind 1 
 
 For 
 
V S A L. xxiij. 47 
 
 For his Name's fake, \ 
 He brought me back, 
 When I from Virtue's paths declined. 
 And to his righteous Ways, 
 Confuies my fleeting Days. 
 
 I now no Fears or Danger know, 
 Tho' thro 1 Death's gloomy fhades I go ; 
 Since there with me, 
 My God will be. 
 From Thee alone my Comforts flow, 
 Which to me, ever Lord, 
 Thy Rod, thy Staff afford. 
 
 j Thou wilt for Me before my Foes, 
 A Table nobly flor'd difpoie, 
 Oils largely fhed, 
 Around my Head. 
 And till the purple Juice o" re-flows, 
 Thy endleis Bounty will, 
 My Bowl divinely fill. 
 
 6 Goodnefs and Mercy both ffcall be, 
 A Portion aU my Life for me : 
 And then my Reft, 
 Supremely bleft, 
 Within thy facrei Houfe mall be; 
 Where, to my God and King, 
 Fie endlefs Praifes fifjg. 
 
 VSAL. xxjv. 
 
 i HP His Earth, the World, rheirHofts, and Store, 
 
 I To God above belong, 
 3 Who rais'd it on the Seas, and oVe 
 The Waters built it ftrong. 
 3 Yet fix'd in one felecled place 
 
 I lis own Immortal Name : ' 
 
4 8 
 
 PSAL. xxiv. 
 
 But 6, what Man can find fuch grace. 
 Dear Lord, to reach the lame ! 
 
 What happy Man divinely bleft 
 
 Attend thy Altars there, 
 Or of a Seat fecure pofleft 
 
 Before thy Face appear ? 
 4 He, whofe pure Hands are free from Blood* 
 
 From all Corruptions free, 
 Whofe honeft Heart, fincerely good, 
 
 Abhors Hypocrify. 
 
 Who ne're in Thoughts, or Aftions vain* 
 
 His a&ive Soul employed, 
 Nor falfly fwore, nor liv'd in pain 
 
 To make his Promife void. 
 $ To fuch a Man God's goodnefs will* 
 
 Unfading Bleflings give, 
 Reward him well, and let him {rill, 
 
 On his Salvation live. 
 
 6 Such, with unweary'd Dilligence, 
 
 Seek God's Immortal Name. 
 And Israelites by Faith commence, 
 And Ijraeis portion claim. 
 
 7 Yee Doors, yee Gates Eternal high, 
 
 Your glorious Arches raife, 
 Then {hall the King of Majefty,^ 
 Come in with lofty praife. 
 
 3 O wholes that great that glorious King ? 
 It's God, the mighty Lord, 
 Whofe Might his happy Servants fing, 
 And wondrous Wars record. 
 p Yee Doors yee Gates, Eternal high 
 Your glorious Arches raife. 
 Then fhall the King of Majeiry, 
 Come in with lofty praife, 
 
 io O 
 
PSAL. xxiv. 49 
 
 io who's that great, that glorious King ? 
 It's God, the mighty Lord 
 Of Hofts ; whofe Praife his Subje&s fmg, 
 Whofe Honours all record. 
 
 Another Metre: As Da Pacem'Domine. 
 
 i r I "^H E Earth is God's, her Fulnefs too ; 
 JL Earth, and all of Earth pofTefs'd : 
 
 2 For on the Seas he pois'd it true ; 
 
 On the Floods fecur'd its Reft. 
 
 3 But who, 6 who 
 Can, Lord, purfue 
 
 Paths to reach thy facred Hill ? 
 
 Or fee thy Face 
 
 In that blefs'd Place, 
 There, unmov'd, abiding frill ? 
 
 4 He, only he, whofe Flands are clean, 
 
 He who purifies his Heart ; 
 Whofe Soul is neither proud, nor vain, 
 Nor can from his Oaths depart. 
 
 All Bluings he 
 
 From God fhall fee, 
 And his Saviour's Righteoufnefs ; 
 
 Such, fuch are they 
 
 Who ev'ry Way 
 After Jacobs Maker prefs, 
 
 Lift up your Heads, ye facred Gates ! 
 
 Doors Eternal, open wide ! 
 Then mail the King of glorious State 
 
 Through your Ports triumphant ride, 
 O who is He 
 Whofe Majeflie 
 Your Angelick Anthems ting ? 
 The Lord of Might 
 Supream in Fighr ; 
 He's our Great, our Glorious King. 
 
 i> 9 Lif € 
 
5.o VSAL. xr, r . 
 
 9 Lift up your Heads, ye facred Gates ; 
 Doors Eternal, open wide ; 
 Then fhall the King of glorious State 
 Through your Ports triumphant ride. 
 to O who is He 
 
 Whofe Majeftie 
 Your Angelick Anthems fing ? 
 The Lord, whofe Sway 
 All Holts obey : 
 He^ our Great, our Glorious King: 
 
 TSAL. xxv. 
 
 i T Lord, to thee my Heart difpofe ; 
 
 O fave me from irifulting Foes/ 
 And Shame, and Infamy ! 
 
 3 Let wilful Sinners fink with Shame, 
 
 But keep thy Servants free : 
 
 4 And let thy Faith my Heart inflame, 
 
 Reveal thy Paths to me \ 
 
 5 O let thy Truth direct my Ways, 
 
 To me Salvation give ; 
 To me, dear Lord, who all my Days 
 In facred Longings live ! 
 C Thy never-ending Mercies, Lord, 
 Thy Bowels, Lord, re-call ! 
 
 7 My youthful Crimes, my Sins abhorred, 
 
 'Forgive, forget them all ! 
 
 O, for thy tender Mercy's fake, 
 With Favour think on me ! 
 
 8 The blinded Sinners God will make 
 
 His righteous Paths to fee, 
 
 9 He makes the xMeek with Prudence move ; 
 
 The Humble kindly draws t 
 
 10 
 
VSAL. xxvj. 51 
 
 [O His Ways all Truths and Mercies prove 
 To thofe who keep his Laws. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 1 1 For thy Name fake, a Sinner fpare, 
 
 With weighty Guilt opprefs'd : 
 
 12 To him who fears thee, Lord, declare, 
 
 Thy Paths with Safety blefs'd ! , 
 
 1 3 His Hand on happy Ground fhall build, 
 
 His Race the Land fhall hold : 
 13 T' his Soul, with holy Secrets filled, 
 Will God his Grace unfold. 
 
 1 5 To Thee I look, dear Lord, my Feet 
 
 From fubtile Snares retrieve : 
 
 16 My Sorrows, Lord, w T ith Mercy meet; 
 
 With Love my Woes relieve. 
 
 1 7 Increaflng Woes diftrefs my Soul ; 
 
 . O kindly refcue it ! 
 
 18 My Sorrows and my Pains controul, 
 And all my Sins remit ! 
 
 19 Help from my num'rous Foes I crave, 
 
 Who hate me wrongfullie. 
 
 20 My Soul from all Confuiion fave, 
 Becaufe I truft in Thee. 
 
 [21 Truth, Juftice, I'll as Guards efteem, 
 And on thy Favours wait : 
 W But, Lord, thy holy Church redeem 
 From its affli&ed State V 
 
 VSAL. xxvj. 
 
 iTUdge, Lord ; afTert my Caufe ; for I 
 I Have trod the perfect Way : 
 
 jf truft in Thee ; no Dangers nigh 
 Can make my Hopes decay. 
 
 D 2 2 Prove 
 
ft F S A L. xxvij. 
 
 2 Prove me, my God ; examine well 
 
 'My Reins, and fearch my Heart : 
 
 3 My Eyes on all thy Mercies d we] ; 
 
 From Truth I'll ne'er depart. 
 
 4 The Lyer's Seat my-Thoughts abhor; 
 
 My' Soul hates Hypocrites : 
 
 5 Ne'er joins with wicked Councils, nor 
 
 ■ In impious Ways delights. 
 
 6 I'll warn my Hands in Innocence, . 
 
 And grateful OrT'rings bring : 
 
 7 Of Thee declare my humble S^nfQ, 
 
 And all thy Wonders Zing. 
 
 8 Lord, I have lov'd thy Temples while 
 
 In them thy Glories dwell : 
 
 9 O don't my Life tc Sinners vile, 
 
 'Nor bloody Murth'rers kl] ! 
 
 10 Whofe Hands to any Mifchief move, 
 
 Who love large Bribes to fee ; 
 
 1 1 So I'll in all that's good improve : 
 
 Ofave, 6 pity me ! 
 
 n I'll, to the Paths of Rig-hteoufnefs 
 'My ready Steps conilne ; 
 And Hand where thy great Name, to blefs 
 Aifembling Saints, combine. 
 
 • TSAL. xxvij. 
 
 i 'HTMIE Lord's my Light, my Health ; Can! 
 J^ Poor changing Mortals fear ? 
 
 His Smiles my Life and Strength fupply ; 
 And can I faint appear ? 
 2 When-wicked Men, my fpiteful Foes, 
 To eat me up defign'd, 
 They tripM, and fell, but never rofe, 
 •With 'Malice deadly blind. 
 
 3 Wh 
 
 - 
 
PS .i L. xxvnj. • 53 
 
 What though huge Tlofls befet me round? 
 
 My Heart no Fear can know : 
 Though War's Alarms about me found, 
 
 Aly Faith mill ftronger g^ow. 
 One Grant, to keep his Houfe Divine, 
 
 From God I long to hear ; 
 To- fee his facred Beauties fhine, 
 
 And ferve his Altars there. 
 
 He me in dang'rous Times mail hide 
 
 Within his fee ret Place ; 
 A Reft, a Rock for me provide ; 
 
 My Head with Honours grace 
 Above my Foes, which prefs me round ^ 
 
 While mighty OfFrings I 
 Shall bring with Joys triumphant found, 
 
 And praife my God moft High. 
 
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 Thy Ears, Lord, to my Cries afford, 
 
 Aitd hear, and pity me ! 
 To feek Thee thou command 1 iT me, Lord i 
 
 I'll feek, dear Lord, to Thee. * 
 
 O never, never hide thy Face 
 
 In Anger, Lord, from me : 
 My Help of old, 6 let thy Grace 
 
 My Guard, my Safety fcre ! 
 
 i Though off by cruel Parents thrown, 
 My Go J \j\\\ own me 1 
 To fave me from my Foe5, malic known 
 
 To me thy righteous Will ; 
 O give me nor, dear Lord, a Prey 
 
 To L-. :me:nie£! 
 
 Who Snar^ ft r me by Falmood Jay," 
 And hunt my Son? with Lyes. 
 
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54 rs^L. xxvnj. 
 
 13 Lord, of thy wond'rous Goodnefs fure, 
 
 My fainting Soul reviv'd, 
 Of thy refreshing Love fecure 
 While here on Earth I liVd. 
 
 14 Wait then on God with Courage bold, 
 
 And he'll exalt thy State : 
 Thy Heart, with Strength renew'd, uphold 
 On him 6 humbly wait ! 
 
 VSAL. xxviij. 
 
 1 ^ I " O Thee, my Rock, my Lord, I cry: 
 
 JL Thy Anfwer, Lord, I crave, 
 
 Lefr, by thy Silence ruin 1 d, I 
 
 Too foon approach the Grave. 
 
 2 Hear his Petitions when to Thee 
 
 Thy lowly Servant prays ; 
 When toward thy Seat of Mercy he 
 His Hands ihail humbly raife. 
 
 3 O leave me not with impious Men, ; 
 
 W i t h w ic ke d W o 1 kers , who 
 Speak friendjieit to their Neighbours when 
 T'hey plot their Overthrow* 
 
 4 On their own wicked Heads at laft 
 
 Their black Deligns return : 
 And let 'em all, beneath the Blafr 
 Of lelf-fowaMifchief, mourn. 
 
 
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 iace they God's mighty Works defpife, 
 And' what his Hands have wrought, 
 
 jet Ruin ail their Works iurprize, 
 To fwift Deftruction brought ! 
 
 6 Oblefs'd, 6 blefs'd be God, who hears 
 
 His praying Servant's Voice ; 
 
 7 My Might, my Shield from all my Fears, 
 
 Jn^whom my Thoughts rejoice ! 
 
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To Him, whofe Help my Faith requites, 
 
 I'll joyful Prai (es ling ; 
 Whofe Strength, and whofe Salvation fights 
 
 For his Anointed King. 
 } O fave, 6 blefs thy People, Lord, 
 
 Thy old Inheritance; 
 And their Salvation, by thy Word, 
 
 From Age to Age advance | 
 
 TSAL. xxix. 
 
 i T) Ring to the Lord, ye Sons of Might, 
 XJ A grateful Sacrifice : 
 In his unbounded Strength delight, 
 
 And to his Glories rife ! 
 Rife to his Glory, praife his Name, 
 
 His facred Name alone : 
 Bow, bow to Him, his Praife proclaim 
 
 Before his Awful Throne ! 
 
 See how his dreadful Lightnings break I 
 
 Heark how his Thunder rolls ! 
 The Lord from o'er the Water {peaks, 
 
 And all the Deep controls. 
 Vaftis the Force, the Brightnefs great, 
 
 Which on his Voice attend : 
 Flames (hot from his Imperial Seat, 
 
 The lofty Cedars rend. 
 
 6 He makes the frighted Mountains trip, 
 Like Heifers o'er the Field ; 
 Old Lib anus and Herraon skip 
 
 Whtn Clouds their Thunder yiei tfi, 
 Wrap'd in a Thoufand Flames, it roars, 
 
 And makes the Defirt fhake. 
 The barren Sands, and dilrant S hoars, 
 Before his Thunder quake. 
 
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 9 His Terrours make the trembling Deer 
 Their Young unperfeft caft; 
 And Forefrs bare and frripp'd appear, 
 As with a Winter's Biafr. 
 jro The Lord, on Clouds enthron'd on high, 
 Reigns an Eternal King ; 
 And all his glorious Majefly 
 
 In Heav'ns bright Temples fing. 
 
 : J The Lord, with unrefifred Might, 
 
 Will guard his Churches round : 
 His BkiTmgs on their Heads mall light, 
 With Feace and Plenty crown: ck 
 
 Another Metre : As the 1 1 1th. 
 
 i /"~>Ome [ to the Lord a Sacrifice 
 
 V^ ^ Of fatteft Rams from Bejhan bring : 
 To Him let mighty Princes rife, 
 * His Might, his wondrous Glories fing j 
 Jufl: Honours to their Lord allow, 
 And in his facred Temple bow. 
 
 3 Heark how the Lord, from Clouds .above, 
 
 In Cracks of dreadful Thunder fpeak: ! 
 
 4 With horrid Force his Thunders move, 
 
 His Voice w 7 ith difmal Glory breaks : 
 
 5 Down fail the lofty Cedars torn, 
 With its tempefiuous Force oV-born. 
 
 6 The Hills their ftrong Foundations leave, 
 
 The rooted Hills before him fhake ; 
 Before his Voice the Mountains cleave, 
 
 And Libamis and Herrnm fhake : 
 
 And Earth as fudden Motion yie'd?, 
 As Heifers tripping o'er the Helds. 
 
 
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 7 His Voice fhocts out with pointed I- James, 
 
 8 Aad fhocks the Defarts all around : 
 Its Force the trembling Wild proclaims, 
 
 ) And at his Thunders awful found. 
 
 The Foreft-Herds, and trembling Deer, 
 Call out their Young, unform'd, for Fear, 
 
 His Lightnings ftrip the Forefts round ; 
 d His Alight the fwelling Floods retrains : 
 AH in his Houfe his Praife r . found, 
 And He a King Eternal reigns. 
 i That God who His with Strength endues, 
 
 And all the Sweets of Feace purfiies. 
 
 TSAL. xxx. 
 
 TO Thee, my God, with Heart and Voice, 
 Til Praifes fing to Thee, 
 Who haft not made my Foes rejoice, 
 
 But had: exalted me. 
 I cry'd, my Lord, my God, to Thee, 
 
 And Flealth thy Mercy gave. 
 My Life from Death's fharp Pains fet free, 
 And from the Lathiom Grave. 
 
 Sing to the Lord, ye Meek ! with Praife 
 
 His facred Name adore : 
 His Wrath but one fhort Moment (lays, 
 
 His Favours Life reirore. 
 One Night may pais in Griefs and Tears, 
 
 One melancholy Night ; 
 But Joy, with Golden Wings, appears 
 
 Before the dawning Light. 
 
 Once, bleft'd with Peace, I boafting faid, 
 
 I ni'er fhould fill, nor move : 
 Thou, Lord, my H:ll fo flrong hadft made 
 
 By thy iurrounding Love. 
 
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SS PSAL, xxxj. 
 
 Thy Face withdrawn, a Thoufand Cares 
 Difturb'd my tcrtur'd Breafr : 
 
 8 Then I to God, with hearty Prayers, 
 
 And fervent Cries, addrefsM. 
 
 9 What Honours can my Blood to Thee, 
 
 My Death what "Trophies raife ? 
 Can mould'ring Duft thy Glories fee, 
 Thy Truth or Goodnefs praife ? 
 
 10 Hear, Lord, and pity him who mourns ; 
 
 To my Aftifiance fly I 
 
 1 1 Thy Love my Tears to dancing turns; 
 
 My fable Weeds to Joy. 
 
 32 To Thee, my Lord, my God, I'll fing ; 
 My Tongue mail praife thy Name : 
 My Harp on ev'ry tuneful String, 
 Thy Deathlefs Praife proclaim. 
 
 PSAL. xxx]. 
 
 jTN Thee, dear Lord, I truft : my Soul 
 From all Corrfufion free ! 
 With Juftice all my Foes. control, 
 And ftill de'iver me I 
 a To me thy gracious Ears incline, 
 And to my Refcue fly ! 
 Be thou my Guard, with Strength Divine j 
 My Rock, and Fortrefs high ! 
 
 3 Thou art my Rock, my Fortrefs Thou: 
 
 O, for thy Mercy's fake, 
 
 For thy great Name, dire ft me now 
 
 The fafeft Ways to take! 
 
 4 From fecret Nets withdraw my Feet, 
 
 O Thou, my Strength elreem'd ? 
 
 5 I to thy Hands my Soul commit, 
 
 Lord, by thy Truth redeem'd f 
 
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 6 I hate vain lying Men, but in 
 
 God's Mercy fure rejoice, 
 
 7 Who has my deep Affliftion feen, 
 
 And heard my mournful Voice. 
 
 8 Me to my Foes he ne're betray'd, 
 
 But fet my Feet at large. 
 9: O with thy Mercies undelay'd 
 
 My prefent Woes difcharge ! 
 
 Part: 2. 
 
 My Eyes, my Mind, my Bowels all, 
 Beneath thy Anger wafte, 
 i o My Spirits with my Sufferings fall, 
 My Years in Sighs are part. 
 My ftrength with Sins huge weight opprelr, 
 My putrid Bones decay. 
 1 1 Foes, Neighbours, fuch as know me ben% 
 With my Difafters play. 
 
 To them a Laughing-ftock, a Scorn, 
 
 A Bug-bear I appear, 
 And thofe who meet a Wretch forlorn. 
 Draw back their Heads for fear, 
 i 2 Me they, like Men long dead, forgot, 
 
 Or threw like Pctmerds by, 
 i j While cruel Cenfures were my Lot* 
 And barbarous Emnity, 
 
 Fear finks my Soul, while mighty Men 
 Againft my Life combine 7 
 
 14 Yet faid I to my saviour then 
 
 Thou ftill, dear Lord, art mine. 
 
 1 5 My Times are Thine 7 6 refcue me ; 
 
 From perfceuting Foes, 
 
 16 And, that I may thy Mecies lee, 
 
 Thy living Smiles difclofe ! 
 
 17 Preftrvd 
 
i- Pieferve me, Lord, fro- who call, 
 
 And thy Afiiftance crave ! 
 
 But Id confounded Sinners fail 
 
 Down (6 the (Sent Grave ! 
 jS So lhall tnoft wretched Fools be huflfd, 
 
 W bofe prood Cwitempt and Scorn, 
 That good Men might be throughly crufrfd, 
 
 Could lying Lips fuborn. 
 
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 -o Oh, what raft Good's refer v'd for thofe 
 Who fear thy facred Name ! 
 What Good for them thy Loves difpofe, 
 Thy mighty Works proclaim. 
 ;o Thou from the Proud thy Saints flralt hide, 
 W;:h:n thv fecret Place ; 
 And in thy Houfe a Reft provide, 
 
 From brawling Tongues Difgrace. 
 
 1*1 O blefc'd be God, whofe Mercies wrought 
 Such wondrous Things for me ! 
 Who from a well fenc'd City brought 
 Me cut. and U: me free ! 
 22 I faid in haHe, No more fliall I 
 BefoTe my Gcd appear jj 
 Ver, Lord, thou heard'it my Pray'r ; my Cry. 
 Obtain' d thy gracious Ear. 
 
 2 j love the; Lord, ye Sairirs ! the Lord 
 His faithful Servants keeps ; 
 But off at once the Proud, abhor'd, 
 Hus equal Vengeance fweeps. 
 5 ^ . and Gzd to you 
 
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 PSAL. xxjrij. 
 
 THrice Happy's he whole Sin's pal o'er, 
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 V. his God imputes no more ; 
 
 \\ -■ e ~ T e, and try'd. 
 
 But I, unpardon'd. fpeechlefs Jay, 
 
 My iking Bones decayed ; 
 And through long Night, and tedious Da v, 
 
 One difmal Roaring made. 
 
 Me thy levere afRicling Hand 
 
 All Day, all NigM chalris'd ; 
 My fainting Spirits were at a lland, 
 
 Like Brooks by Drought furpriz'd. 
 At laft I all my Crimes difplay'd, 
 My wretched Sins confciVd : 
 To God I'll own my Guilt, I faid ; 
 And Gcd my Guilt re-eas'd. 
 
 Now Saints to thee, when thou 'ft be found, 
 
 fhall in their Pray'rs complain ; 
 And though Woes deluge all around, 
 
 Thjmfelves untouch'd remain. 
 By thee Fm hid from mighty Wees 
 
 From preilingllls lecur'd ; 
 And all my chearful /Vtufick flows 
 
 F 10m Liberty afTuf d. 
 
 ! Come to me all who'd fain be ble:~ 
 And I'll your Souls mfrrucl ; 
 And in the bli'fsful Ways of Rt.t 
 With careful Eyes c 
 ) O don't like Mulej eg Horfes move, 
 . : : Furies w 
 I re gn'dj iuicurb'di unruly prove, 
 . their R'dcrs skiil. 
 
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 io Great Sorrows on the Wicked fall ; 
 
 The Juft with Mercy's crown'd. 
 1 1 Ye Juft in God rejoice, and all 
 
 Whofe Hearts are right and found. 
 
 PSAL. xxxiij. As the loot h. 
 
 i "\7*E Righteous, in the Lord rejoice : 
 X From you how comely Praife appears ? 
 
 2 With Lute and Harp's melodious Voice 
 
 O reach the Great Jehovah's Ears ! 
 
 3 Sing to his Praife a Song that's new ; 
 
 His Praife with Art and Courage ting : 
 
 4 For all his facred Words are true, 
 
 His Faith approv'd in ev'ry thing. 
 
 5 Judgment and Juftice gain his Love, 
 
 O'er Earth his wondrous Mercres flow • 
 
 6 The Skies, and ail the Hofts above, 
 
 His A&ive Word and Spirit fhow. 
 
 7 He makes the Seas like Mountains fwell, 
 
 And finks unfathom'd Deeps below. 
 
 8 Let Earth it felf, and all who dwell 
 
 On Earth, their mighty Maker know ! 
 
 9 He fpoke, and ftreight this mighty All 
 
 Broke from vaft Nothing's fruitful Womb ; 
 And did, at his commanding Call, 
 
 Shape, Order, Beauty, Strength afTume. 
 
 io God makes the Gentiles Counfels vain, 
 And breaks the Nations fond Deigns : 
 
 1 1 But firm his own Refolves remain, 
 
 And pafs all. Time's extended Lines. 
 
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PSAL. xxxiij. 6] 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 12 O blefs'd, thrice blefs'd that happy Land, 
 
 Where God has Fix'd his glorious Name ! 
 Where He afTumes the chief Command, 
 And lays his own peculiar Claim. 
 
 13 God from his holy Heav'n look'd down, 
 
 And Man's weak Race and A&ions view'd ; 
 
 14 His Eyes, from his Imperial Throne, 
 
 Survey'd the carelefs Multitude. 
 
 15 He forms their Hearts, their Tempers guides, 
 
 And all their various Aftions weighs. 
 
 16 No prudent Prince in Crouds confides, 
 
 Or mighty Hofts, or empty Praile. 
 
 1 7 In vain for Courage, Strength, or Flight, 
 
 He on his foaming Steed relies : 
 3 8 The Good a ] one God's guarding Sight 
 With Help and Mercy both fupplies. 
 
 19 From Death's flxong Arms lie fets them free, 
 
 In Famine He their Wants relieves. 
 
 20 On Him our Souls attend, and He 
 
 To us his Shield's Afliftance gives. 
 
 21 His Name's our Confidence and Fear, 
 
 By which we all our Hopes excite. 
 
 22 O, as our Faith's in Thee fincere, 
 
 On us, Lord, let thy Mercy light ! 
 
 Another Metre : As Mr. Sandys V 3 \th. 
 
 1 "V*^ ^§k teou sin the Lord, rejoice: 
 J_ Irs fweet when with a chearful Voice 
 The Juft his Praifes fing. 
 
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64 ? SAL. xxxiij. 
 
 2 O let no Tongue or Hand be mure, 
 But with Voice, and Harp, and Lute, 
 
 Praiie our Immortal King ! 
 
 3 With skilful Notes advance his Praife, 
 With loudeft Joys his Glory raife ; 
 
 Let all your Songs be new ! 
 
 4 For all God's Promifes are right, 
 Performance is his whole DeUght, 
 
 And all his Works are true. 
 
 5 He Righteoufnefs and Judgment loves, 
 With fpreading Wings his Mercy moves 
 
 O'er all the fpacious Earth. 
 
 6 God by his Word frretch'd out the Skies, 
 And bade their num'rous Armies rife ; 
 
 That Word was all their Birth. 
 
 7 At his Command thofe Waters rofe, 
 Which now the rolling Seascompofe; 
 
 And Heaps on Heaps were thrown : 
 Unfathom'd Whirl-pools, dang'rous Deeps 
 His Subterraneous Treafure keeps 
 
 In hollow Vaults, unknown. 
 
 8 His Name let all the Nations fcar : 
 With Awe let all the World appear 
 
 Before its Maker's Face ! 
 o He fpoke, the folid Earth was made ; 
 He gave the Word, it fix'd and ftay'd 
 In its appointed Place. 
 
 I 10 God baffles all the deep Defigns, 
 
 The fubtile Plots and crafty Mines, 
 Which Heathens clofely frame. 
 1 1 But all his own Deflgns are fure, 
 
 His Thoughts and all his Ways endure; 
 From Age to Age the lame. 
 
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 Part 2. 
 
 2 Happy's the Nation, happy fure, 
 Which Cod will to himfeif fecure,! 
 
 His own Inheritance. . 
 
 3 He fits above the lofty Skies, 
 
 From thence o'er all Mankind his Eyes, 
 His piercing Eyes advance. 
 
 4 All Men He from his Throne furveys ; 
 
 5 He frames their Hearts ; and all their Ways 
 
 His Thoughts feverely try. 
 
 6 No prudent Kings on Crouds depend : 
 The Men who mighty Strength pretend, 
 
 On Strength in vain rely. 
 
 7 A Horfe, though fleeter than the Wind, 
 And, by his Make, for War defign'd, 
 
 His Rider can't fecure. 
 
 8 God views his Saints with gentler Eyes, 
 And all his Mercy's kind Supplies 
 
 Are to the Faithful fure. 
 
 £ From Death the fainting Souls he faves : 
 In Famine, what their Hunger craves, 
 His carefu 1 Hands provide, 
 o Our Souls on Him with Patience wait : 
 He, as a Shield, fecures our State ; 
 And is our Help and Guide. 
 
 i In Ilim fhall all our Hearts rejoice ; 
 His holy Name's our happy Choice, 
 On which our Hopes may relt- 
 2 O Father, as we trull in Thee, 
 So let thy faithful Servants be 
 
 With thy Compaffion blefs'd ! 
 
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66 PS AL. xxxiv* 
 
 VSAL. xxxiv. 
 
 i T'LL ever blefs God's mighty Name, 
 X My Mouth fhall found his Praife % 
 
 2 In God my Soul its Boaft proclaim, 
 
 His Love in Anthems raife. 
 The meek and humble Souls fhall hear 
 
 Of my exalted State : 
 Thy Loves, which fo immenfe appear, 
 
 Shall all their Joys create. 
 
 3 O hear my Lot; rejoice with me, 
 
 My Saviour magnifie ! 
 Let's to exalt his Name agree, 
 And raife his Glories high. 
 
 4 I fought the Lord, He heard my Cafe> 
 
 And all my Fears redrefs'd : 
 j And others too, without Difgrace, 
 
 With Love and Life were blefsM. 
 
 6 I in my deep Affli&ion pray'd, 
 
 And God receiv'd my Pray'r i 
 And free from all Afflictions made, 
 And all perplexing Care. 
 
 7 Bright Angels happy Saints furround, 
 
 And threatening Ills divert. 
 
 8 See, tafte how good the Lord ! how crown'd 
 
 With Blifs the faithful Heart ! 
 
 9 O fear, 6 fear the Lord, ye Saints J 
 For fuch no Wants furprize. 
 jo The Lions Whe'p with Hunger faints, 
 And, fpent with fairing, dies. 
 But thofe who feek the Lord, with all 
 That's good or fweet are ftor'd : 
 1 1 Come then, ye Children, hear my Call ; 
 And learn to fear the Lord ! 
 
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P S AL. xxxv. 67 
 
 Par: 2. 
 
 2 Who's he who loves long Life, and fain 
 
 Would fee delightful Days ? 
 
 3 Thy Lips from all that's ill refrain, 
 
 Thy Tongue from guileful Ways. 
 
 4 111 Works of ev'ry kind decline, 
 
 What's good and vertuous do ; 
 And Love and Peace with Flames Divine, 
 And conftant Care, purfue ! 
 
 5 God on thejuft hath fix'd his Eyes; 
 
 His Ears their Pray'r? attend : 
 
 6 His Frowns againft the Wicked rife, 
 
 Their Lives from Earth to rend. 
 
 7 To good Men's Pray'rs He Favour fliows^ 
 
 And fets them fafe from Harms ; 
 
 8 But loves the broken Heart, and thofe 
 
 Whofe Souls Repentance warms. 
 
 5> A Thoufand Ills the Good furround, 
 But God their Force difpels ; 
 
 And keeps their Bones and Enrrails found* 
 
 And all their Bruifes heals. 
 
 1 111 Men their in-born Malice kiUs 9 
 
 And thofe who hate the Jufr ; 
 
 2 While God his own with Goodnefs fills, 
 
 Who on his Mercy truft. 
 
 P S AL, XXXV. 
 
 LOrd, plead my Caufe, my Battels fight, 
 With fuch as (hive with me ! 
 Rife, take the Shield, defend my Right $ 
 
 My mighty Guardian be ! 
 Put en thy dreadful Arms, oppofe 
 My Perfecutors Rage ! 
 
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65 P S AL. xxxv. 
 
 To me thy Saving Health difclofe, 
 And for my Soulengage ! 
 
 4 Let fuch as hunt my Soul, with Shame 
 
 Their own Confufion fee ; 
 
 5 With Scorn their Daftard Flight proclaim, 
 
 Who Mifchief brew for me : 
 € Like flying ChafT, let Angels Force 
 Difperfe their angry Crew ! 
 Their flipp'ry Ways be dark, their Courfe 
 Angelick Arms purfue ! 
 
 7 For, unprovok'd, their Pits they made ; 
 
 For me they laid their Snare : 
 O let fuch Woes their Hearts invade, 
 As unfufpefted are ; 
 
 8 O let the Nets for mine defign'd, 
 
 Their own Deftru&ion prove ! ' ' 
 While flowing Joys my raptur'd Miad 
 With kind Salvation move. 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 9 O let my Bones his Praife dec'are, 
 
 Who gives the Poor diftrefs'd, 
 io From favage Foes and deadly Care, 
 
 And bloody Tyrants, Reft ! 
 I x Falfe Witnefles againft me rife, 
 
 And unknown Crimes objett ; 
 
 12 With 111, forGocd, my. Death devife, 
 
 And on my Soul rerlefr. 
 
 1 3 Yet when on fickly Beds they grOan'd, 
 
 I fafted, mourn' d and pray'd ; 
 Their Pains with kind Concernment owad, 
 To Heart. therr Sorrows layM. 
 
 14 If Mother, Brother, or my Friend, 
 
 My dearer Se f, had dy'd, 
 
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VSJL. xxxv. Cj 
 
 No farther could my Griefs extend, 
 My Love no more be try'd. 
 
 15 But when I faiJ'd, the Croud my Woes 
 
 With barbarous Joy furvey'd ; 
 The Rabble grew my fawcy Foes, 
 And u:>'d the flouting Trade. 
 
 1 6 With Men of double Hearts ccmbin'd 
 
 The witty fcornful Crew : 
 
 And at my Life, with. Hate refin'd, 
 
 'And'gnaflnng Fury, flew. 
 
 1 j And. canft -thou this with Patience fee ? 
 
 O fave my help left Soul ! 
 My Darling from their Jaws to free, 
 
 Their Lion-Force control. 
 1 S So where the great Affemblies are, 
 
 I'll celebrate thy Name ; 
 And where th^ valiant Bands repair, 
 
 -Thy joftyJPraife proclaim. ry 
 
 Ttrt 3. 
 
 19 Let not my Foes rejoice ; unchecked, 
 
 My Caufelefs Haters fmile ; 
 
 20 Who Wars with peaceful Men project 5 
 
 Whofe ftudy'd Words beguile. 
 
 21 They gap'd, and cry'd, Aha, Aha! 
 
 Our Eyes his Downfvi fee. 
 
 22 Thou feeft ;" 6 don't in Silence (lay, 
 
 O flay not long from me ! 
 
 2 3 Awake ! arife ! to judge my Caufe, 
 
 My God, my Lord, defcend ! 
 
 24 O clear me by thy righteous Laws, 
 
 And from Reproach defend ! 
 
 25 O let not fcornful Sinners fay, 
 
 We have our Heart's Delight : 
 
 Nor 
 
% yo PSAL. xxxvj. 
 
 Nor let them proudly boaft, Aha ! 
 We have devour' d him quite. 
 
 26 Let Shame and Blufhes thofe purfue, 
 
 Who at my Harms rejoice; 
 And Horrour and Difgrace fiibdue 
 The proud infulting Voice. 
 
 27 But thofe who love my righteous Ways, 
 
 With chearful Spirits fing : 
 
 God loves his Servants Peace ; 6 praife, 
 
 O praife our mighty King ! 
 
 28 So fliall my Tongue with chearful Air 
 
 Thy. righteous A&s proclaim ; 
 Thy Juftice ev'ry Day declare, 
 
 And praife thy glorious Name. 
 
 PSAL. xxxvj. 
 
 i "\T7^ en tk' horrid Acts of impious Fools 
 VV ^y fober Cenfures try 
 
 My Heart concludes by Reafon's Rules, 
 Such Brutes a God deny, 
 
 2 Their Confciences no Terrours wound, 
 
 But Sin's their \vho T e Delight ; 
 Till all their dark Intendments found,- 
 A gen ral Hate excite. 
 
 3 Their Ta'k's deceitful, all in vain, 
 
 And off their Vertue's thrown : 
 
 4 Vile Thoughts their very Beds contain, 
 
 In viler A&ions fliown., 
 
 5 Thy Mercy, Lord, in Heav'n commands, 
 
 Thy Truth furmounts the Skies : 
 
 6 Thy Righteoufnefs like Mountains ftand?; 
 
 Thy Judgments dark and wife 
 
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PSAL. xxxvij. 
 
 Like fome unfathomable Deeps, 
 
 Unbounded Wealth inclofe : 
 And Man and Beaft thy Favour keeps, 
 And Health on all befrows. 
 7 What Worth thy Mercies Lord, contain! 
 Beneath thy facred Wings 
 How fafe the Sons of Alen remain 
 At Lov's immortal Springs ! 
 
 5 They 're with overflowing Mercies filf d, 
 And drink delightful ^Streams, 
 From thole Eternal Springs diftilTd; 
 And feel thy gracious Beams. 
 
 9 From thee Life's Jafting Fountains flow ; 
 Thy Light affords us Light : 
 
 10 O Goodnefs then, and Juftice fhow 
 
 To thofe whole Hearts are right ! 
 
 1 1 From wicked Pride, Lord, fet me free, 
 
 My tott'ring State reirore ! 
 -*2 Till fuch as work Iniquity 
 
 Sink, fall, and rife no more! 
 
 TSAL. xxxvij. 
 
 i |7Ret not, nor for great wicked Men 
 \? Thy felf of Peace deprive : 
 
 Nor fwell with fecret Envy when 
 The wicked Workers thrive. 
 
 2 See how green Graft and Herbage dies, 
 
 And painted Flow'rs decay ! 
 
 More fwift the Sinner's Glory flies, , 
 
 And fooner fades than they. 
 
 3 Do good, and truft in God, and live ; 
 
 And Faith and Truth defend : 
 
 4 Delight in him, he'll largely give, 
 
 And all thy Pray'rs attend. $ Walk ] 
 
T-i ?SAL> xxxvij. 
 
 5 Walk upright, on his Grace recline, 
 
 For his Performance flay : 
 
 6 He'll make thy righteous Counfels fhine 
 
 Bright as the Cloudlefs Day. 
 
 7 On God with faithful Silence wait, 
 
 But ne'er for Sinners grieve ; 
 Nor wicked Men, in a 1 ! their State, 
 Secure, or fix'd believe: 
 
 8 But Wrath and wrathful Hate refrain/ 
 
 Left Sin on thee prevail ; 
 
 # For Godly Men the World fhall gain, 
 
 But Sinners fink arid fail. 
 
 jo Wait but a while, the Sinner's Race 
 Deitroy'd, no more fhall be; 
 Yea, thou flialt fearch to find his Place, 
 And not his Dwelling fee. 
 1 1 The lowly Hearts ihall feize the Earth 
 For their Inheritance ; 
 There live,- and with delightful Mirth, 
 Abundant Peace advance. 
 
 1 1 Sinner*, with gnalhing Teeth, and Rage, 
 Againit the J.uft combine : 
 
 13 God's fcornful Smiles their Falls prefage; 
 
 He {qqs their Days decline. 
 
 14 Againft the. Poor and Righteous, fierce ' 
 
 Their Bows and Swords they try : 
 
 15 Eut their own Hearts their Swords ihall pierce, 
 
 Their Bows in Splinters fly. 
 
 Fart 1. 
 
 16 On pious Men, their humbler State' 
 
 More trjtie Content befrows, 
 Than Sinners find when all their Stare, 
 With Pride and Plenty flows. 
 
 j 7 Foi 
 
P S A L. xxxyij. 7| 
 
 17 For God's Almighty Arm fuftains, 
 
 And ftrongly guards his own ; t 
 While broke the Sinner's Force remain?, 
 His cruel Hopes overthrown. 
 
 1 8 God knows the good Man's Ways, and mak$ 
 
 His Heritage endure : 
 r9 In fpitefui Days from Scandal takes, 
 
 In Famine feeds them fure. 
 20 His finful Foes fly, like the Fat 
 
 Of Lambs, in Fumes, away ; 
 11 Thofe faithlels Brutes, who borrow that 
 
 They ne'er defign to pay. 
 
 it The Jufi: compaffionately give, 
 
 And all their Race is blefs'd ; 
 And when the inners fall, they Jive 
 Of all the World pofTefs'd. 
 
 3 God's mighty Hand their Steps direfts, 
 
 Their Ways their Maker pleafe : 
 
 4 They Humble, but their God protects 
 And holds them up with Eafe, 
 
 5 Young have J been, and now am old, 
 
 But never yet could fee 
 The righteous Man to Ruin fold, 
 
 Or his Pofterity. 
 I ne'er God's holy Saints have known, 
 
 Deferted quite, complain ; 
 Nor off their wretched Chi dren thrown, 
 
 Nor beg their tread in vain. 
 
 Part 3. 
 
 Good Men are pitiful and Kind, 
 
 And all their Seed are blelVd : 
 Ceafe then from Sin, and bend thy Mind 
 
 To Gocd, and live at Reft. 
 
 E 28 The 
 
j6 PSAL. xxxvij. 
 
 aS Thejuft, the Merciful, the Free, 
 God's facred Arms embrace, 
 And fuch in Safety keep, but he 
 Cuts off the Sinner's Race. 
 
 29 This Earth to pious Men belongs, 
 
 Where many Years they Jive : 
 
 30 Their Lips in Wifdom fpeak, their Tongues 
 
 A righteous Sentence give. 
 
 3 1 God's Statutes in their Hearts you'll find, 
 
 Their Steps are firm and fure ; 
 
 32 Though wicked Men their Fal] defign'd, 
 
 Or would their Deaths procure. 
 
 33 Yet God in cruel Hands will ne'er 
 
 His faithful Friends forfake ; 
 Nor Goodnefs, like a Judge fevere, 
 His Anger's Obj eel: make. 
 
 34 Wait then on God, obferve his Ways.; 
 
 Andfo, exa'ted high, 
 I On Earth thou \t fee delightful Days, 
 And impious Wretches die. 
 
 3 5 I've feen a Sinner, Great, and fpread 
 
 His Boughs, like Laurels, round ; 
 
 36 Yet foon he vanifh'd, quickly fled, 
 
 Nor could his Place be found. 
 
 37 Obferve the.good, the perfect Man, 
 
 How down in Peace he lies ; 
 
 38 While the vile Wretch, beneath the Ban 
 
 Of weighty Curies, dies. 
 
 ' 39 God 7 who Salvation to the Jufr, 
 And Might in Danger fends 
 
 .40 From Sinners, fuch" as in him truir, 
 Sets free., -aflifts, defends. 
 
 P2AL { \ S 
 

 PSJL. xxxviij. 7 J 
 
 PSAL.< xxxviij. 
 
 IN Fury, -Lord, rebuke me not, j 
 Nor in thy Wrath chaflife ! 
 i Thy Arrows through my Sides are mot, 
 
 On me thy Terrour lies : 
 3 Thy Anger makes my Flefh decay, 
 
 Sins make my Bones to wafte ; 
 4. On me a damning Weight they jay, 
 And o'er my Head are pafs'd. 
 
 5 My Sins rmfte eVry gaping Wound 
 
 With foul Corruption flow ; 
 
 6 My Vigour-cutting Pains confound, 
 
 And I all mourning go. 
 
 7 My Loins with horrid Pains are torn. 
 
 My Carafe mortify'd ; 
 
 8 My throbbing Heart with Sighs o'er-born, 
 
 My roaring Cries divide. 
 
 9 Yet, Lord, to Thee are all my PrayVs, 
 
 To Thee my Sighs are known. 
 io My Strength decay?, my Heart defpairs, 
 My Sight and Eyes are gone. 
 
 1 1 My Friends, my dear Companions once, 
 My Wound? & dilftance view ; 
 
 My Kindred all my Doom pronounce, 
 And Cruel* Strar^enefs flrewv 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 12 AfyFoes, who feefc'Tny* Ifnrt, for 1 me ; 
 t Their ftfWilAriarcliave kt \ 
 
 Their Tongues- are all V/Miichief free, 
 Their ^tiHrcs, all Deceit : 
 ' 3 Cut I was deaf and dumb, nor could 
 
 
 Their cruel Words deny j 
 
 E 2 15 Buy 
 
j d TSAL. xxxix. 
 
 15 But hop'd my God, my Saviour would 
 
 On my Behalf reply. 
 
 16 I faid, My God wou T d foon rebuke 
 
 My Foes mfulting Pride, 
 Who Pieafure in my Stumbling took, 
 And al 1 my Hopes defy'd. 
 
 17 Too near, indeed, my Fall appear'd, 
 
 My Woe^ before my Face ; 
 i8 I knew rny TrefpafTes, and fear'd 
 My wretched guilty Cafe. 
 
 But now my -Sim, and guilty Fears, 
 
 IT in thy Prefence lay, 
 Till Sorrows and repenting Tears 
 
 Shall wafh my Guilt away. 
 
 19 My Caufelefs Foes in Might increafe, 
 
 And in their, Multitude : 
 
 20 Ungrateful ! who difturb'd my Peace 
 
 Becaufe I Good purfu'd. 
 
 . m Then -eave me not, my God, my Lord ; 
 
 Nor flay- too lon^ from me: 
 a 2 But hafte, thy ready Aids afford, 
 And my Salvation be. 
 
 :FSAL. xxxix. 
 
 > l T Said, When wkked Men were by, 
 I'd watch my iinful Way^ ; 
 tor oft my Words at random fly, 
 
 A!y i~Otie,ue, unguarded, lirays. 
 a So I a. while in Si ence flood, 
 
 And curbM-my hairy Tongue : 
 Nay, I forbore to ta,k of Good, 
 •TUlSonQW: grew too ftroiig. 
 
 3 My 
 
TSAL. xxxix. 77 
 
 3 My Hsart within my Bofom glowM, 
 
 Sad Thought* inflamM my Breaft ; 
 At lair my Words in Torrents flowed, 
 And thus mv Thought* exprefs'd: 
 
 4 My final Doom, Lord, let me knew, 
 
 How far my Days extend, 
 That I may all my Time belfow 
 To weigh my latefr. End. 
 
 5 Loe ! Thou haft made my Days a Span, 
 
 A Point, cornpar'd with Thee : 
 And all the wretched Race of Man 
 Is empty Vanity. 
 
 6 Man, as a Shadow, vainly moves, 
 
 And fpends himfelf in vain ; 
 In vain that ufelefs Wealth improves, 
 Which unknown Heirs may gain. 
 
 Part 2. 
 
 • 
 
 7 On whom then, Lord, mould I rely? 
 
 My Hopes are all in Thee : 
 
 8 Save me from all my Sins, that I 
 
 No Scorn to Fools may be ! 
 S> The Strokes on me thy Hands had laid 
 
 I humbly filent bear : 
 io O cure the Wounds thy Strokes have made, 
 .AiuTeafe my. wafting Fear ! 
 
 1 1 When us for Sin thy Hands correct, 
 
 Our I ro'ven Beauties lie 
 Like Cloth which fretting Moths affeft, 
 I And prove we're Vanity. 
 
 12 O view my Tears, attend my Cry, 
 
 A*y Supplications hear ; 
 
 For like a Stranger here am I, 
 
 As all my Fathers were. 
 
 El i]0 1 
 
7 8 PSA.L. xl 5 
 
 13 O fpare a while ! my SufFrings eafe, 
 My failing Faith reftore, 
 h er Death my fainting Spirits fcize, 
 And I appear no mare ! 
 J 
 To Father, Holy Ghofi, and Sm y 
 
 One (acred Trinity , 
 Who framed this Umverfe, fiknc, 
 Eternal Glories be. 
 
 w 
 
 Who how 
 
 P SAL. xl 
 
 Ith longing Expectation I 
 
 For God V Companion ftay r d ; 
 Who bow'd his Ear, and heard my Cry, 
 
 When I fubmifsly pray'd : 
 He raised me from the difmal Pit, 1 
 
 And from the miry CJay ; 
 
 And on a Rockfecurd^mfcFeet, 
 
 And then prepaid my Way. 
 
 ? 
 
 3 i iien to my Mouth new Songs he gave, 
 
 New Songs of facred Praife : 
 This all fhall fee, and fear, and have 
 Juft Grounds their Faith to raife. 
 
 4 His Head a Thcufarul Bemngs crown, 
 
 W hofe Tru ft rn God relies ; 
 Who fccrns the- Sinner shaiighty Frown. 
 And Men iiiux'd to Lyes. 
 : " 
 
 5 Would L, my Lord, my God, pretend 
 
 Thy wondrous Afts to mow, 
 Thy Thoughts for us, thy Afts tranfcend 
 Whace'er I think or know. 
 
 6 When Off'ringsfaii'd, thy Wifiiom fram'd 
 
 A Body tit for me :' 
 Bv Thes were noEurnt-OffVirfgS'C-lai'm'd, 
 
 To purge Iniquity. 7 Then 
 
PSAL. xl. i9 
 
 7 Thenfaid I, Loc! I come! Thy Book 
 
 My Name and Work defcribes : 
 
 8 To do thy Will, my God, I took 
 
 My Flefh from Jacob's Tribes. 
 Thy Laws, which I in Heart embrace, 
 FJow from my grateful Tongue. 
 
 9 Thou knovv'fr, Lord,' how I preach thy Grace 
 
 To all the lift'ning Throng. 
 
 Fart 2. 
 
 i o My Tongue thy Righteoufnefs reveals, 
 And thy Salvation fliows ; 
 My Heart thy Mercy ne'er conceals, 
 My Lips thy Truth difclofe.. 
 ii Thy Servant never, never from 
 Thy Pity, Lord, exclude : 
 To fave me ht thy Goodnefs come, 
 And all thy Truth be fliow'd ! 
 
 12 For Ills, beyond all Numbers gone, 
 
 My wretched Heart furround : 
 My TrefpafTes, too weighty grown, 
 
 My failing Sight confound. 
 More than my Hairs my Sins appear, 
 
 And break my fainting Heart : 
 
 1 3 To free me, Lord, from all my Fear, 
 
 Thy winged Aid impart. 
 
 14 Let Shame and Biufties on them fall, 
 
 Who hunt my Life with Hate : 
 Let dark Confufion feize them aU, 
 Who for my Ruins wait. 
 1$ That black Difgrace, defign d for me, 
 On their own Heads return, 
 Who laugh, and proudly flout, to fee 
 Thy wretched Servant mourn. 
 
 E 4 16 Let 
 
8o PSAL. xlj. 
 
 16 Let thofe who love and feek thy Name, 
 With lively Brisknefs raised, 
 Sing all to thee ; and all proclaim, 
 The Lord, the Lord be prais'd f 
 J7 But, Lord, I'm poor, in Sorrows loll; 
 On me fome Thoughts befrow : 
 Nor let thy HeJp to me be crofs'd, 
 Nor thy AlTiftance flow ! 
 
 PSAL. xlj. 
 
 f T^Hrke happy he, whofe tender Care 
 JL The needy Poor fupp.'ies j 
 
 The Lord will to his HeJp repair, 
 When greateft Dangers rife. 
 % He fhall be fafely kept alive, 
 
 And profper'd here below ; 
 And the malicious Hate furvive 
 Of his defigning Foe. 
 
 3 When on his Sick-Bed faint he lies, 
 
 The Lord will raife his Head ; 
 In lharpe(t Pains fome> Means devife 
 To eafe his reftlefs Bed. 
 
 4 Lord, pity ! heal my Soul, I faid, 
 
 Too long in Sins employed ! 
 
 5 My Foes, with Curfes, wifli'd me dead ; 
 
 My very Name deftroy'd. 
 
 6 If they pretend to vifit me, 
 
 Their whole Dilcourfe is Lyes ; 
 Their publickTa'k's Iniquity, 
 
 which there their Hearts devife. 
 
 7 My Hurt, with hollow Whifpers, all 
 
 My fpiteful Foes contrive : 
 
 8 God's Plagues, they cry, upon him fall j 
 
 He can't his Plague furvive. 
 
 9 Nay, 
 
1>SAL. xiij. Si 
 
 9 Nay, he my Confident : My Friend, 
 Who was my daily Gueft, 
 CouM all his fubtile Counfels bend 
 Againd his Matter's Bread. 
 10 In Mercy raife me. Lord, again, 
 
 And Fl their Deeds requite. 
 ii I fee thy Love, thy Hands redrain 
 My Foes triumphant Spite. 
 
 12 I'll walk in my Integrity, 
 
 Thy Strength my Heart fupports ; 
 And a 1 my Happinefs mail be 
 To tread thy facred Court?. 
 
 1 3 O b'efs'd be Ijfmefs God ! his Praife 
 
 Through lading Ages fing : 
 With loud Amens the Gories raiie 
 Of jacob\ mighty King ! 
 
 ?SAL. xlij. 
 
 i \ S Harts, by Third and Heat opprefs'd, 
 jljL Pant for the coo ing Streams, 
 So pants my Bread, dear God, till bleiVd 
 With thy reviving Beams. 
 2 My thirfty Soul to God would fly, 
 The living God be near : 
 O when fhall I, Lord, happily, 
 Before thy i : £ce appear ! 
 
 By Night Tears wafli'd my reftlefs Bed ; 
 
 By Day my Cheeks o'erflow'd ; 
 On Tear* I fed, while Scornersfaid, 
 
 Where's now his beaded God? 
 When that fweet Bills, of old po/Tefs'd, 
 
 My f :rious Thought re-calls, 
 In my lad Bread, my Soul, opprejVd, 
 
 Beneath ics Burthen falls, 
 
 E 5 The* 
 
Si TSAL. xli% 
 
 Then I, with mighty Numbers proud, 
 
 To God's blefs'd Temple went ; 
 And all the Croud, with Songs aloud, 
 
 To Him their Praifes fent. 
 5 But now, alasj Thofe Days are- pair, 
 
 Thofeb:lifsfu! Minutes gone ; 
 Yet where fo fail, with Sorrow's Blafr, 
 
 Is all my. Courage flown! 
 
 Why droops my Soul fo much ? O why 
 Doft thou difturb my Breaft ? 
 
 My Faith on high to God fhali fly, 
 And onkis Bofom reft. 
 
 Part 2. 
 
 . 
 
 4 Near Hemum's Caves, and Jordan's Flows, 
 While I thus banifli'd live, 
 Againft my Woes tormenting Throws, 
 Dear Lord, I vainly ftrive. 
 7 Deeps call to Deeps, arid from their Source 
 Thy treafur'd Tempefts blow ; 
 And in their Courfe, with mighty Force, 
 The mighty Waters flow ; 
 
 i 
 
 % AH break on" me: yet, Lord, I find 
 Thy Mercies itill bv Day ; 
 To praife my Mind by Wight's inclind, ' 
 Or I devoutly pray. 
 9 PI! fay to God, my Rock, Owhy. 
 Am I rejefted fo ? 
 O why muft I thus groaning lie, 
 Beneath my angry Foe ? 
 
 jo My wounded Heart with Scorn they view ; 
 And with Reproaches fly, 
 And Scoffs anew, my Soul purfue ; 
 ^ And, Where's his God ? they cry. 
 
PS A I. xilij. 83 
 
 j 1 Yet why, my Soul, deje&ed fo 
 In my defpairing Breaft ? 
 What weighty Blow, what dreadfiil Woe 
 Thus breaks thy ancient Reft ? 
 
 Hope yet in God, in Patience wait 
 
 On Him, myHea'th, my God; 
 I yet his State fhall celebrate, 
 
 And fpread his Works abroad. 
 
 PSAL. xiiij. 
 
 BY Men of Blood befet, difhefs'd 
 By all the treach'rous Crew, 
 My Pray'rs to pitying Heav'n addrefs'd? 
 
 For Life and Safety fue : 
 O Thou, juft God, affert my Caufe, 
 
 My finking Caufe maintain ; 
 And, try'd by thy impartial Laws, 
 Let me thy Smiies re-gain. 
 
 2 Thy Strength* dear God, is a-1 my Stay ; 
 
 Why, from thy Prefence thrown, 
 Muft I, defpairing all the Day, 
 Beneath Oppreffion groan ? 
 
 3 O yet thy, Truth, thy iavour lend, 
 
 My wandring Steps to guide, 
 Till I thy holy Mount afcend, 
 And near thy Houfe refide. 
 
 4 There I'll before thine A T tars bow, 
 
 And chearful Anthems ling : 
 Thy Praife, blefs'd God, my Harp fhall {hew 
 On ev'ry tuneful String. 
 
 5 Why fo dejeded then, my Soul, 
 
 VV ichin my wounded Breaft ? 
 Way fhou d Defpair rhy Thoughts central ? 
 Or break thy ancient Reft ? 
 
 Trufll 
 
S* VSAL: xliij. 
 
 Trail yet in God ! I fliaU my Pare 
 
 Sti 1 in hi Love obtain : 
 And God within my grateful Heart, 
 
 Enthron'd in Joys, fhall reign. 
 
 Another Metre. As the old 1 3 oth. 
 
 j TUdge me, Lord ; revenge my Caufe 
 J On thofe who Mercy kate ! 
 From deceitful, cruel Jaws 
 O fave my finking State! 
 
 2 All my Strength defcends from thee ; 
 
 Why then muft I, unblefsM, 
 Thus a cenftant Mourner be, 
 By barb'rous Foes opprefs'd? 
 
 3 Send thy Truth, 6 fend thy Light, 
 
 And let them guide me frill ; 
 To thy Houfe conduct me right, 
 And to thy holy Hill ! 
 
 4 ril to God's puie Altars go, 
 
 the God of all my Joy ; 
 And his Praifes there to fhow, 
 My tuneful Harp employ. 
 
 $ Why, my Soul, then why depre£\l ? 
 
 Why thus diOurb'd within? 
 On that God fecureJy reft, 
 
 Who oft thy Help has been. 
 Fear not, droop not ; I fhall yet 
 
 His Health with Praifes fee : 
 He's my God, and can'd forget 
 
 My kind Defence to be, 
 
 Mtihtr 
 
 * 
 
TSAL. xliv. 8 j 
 
 Another Metre, as Mr. Sandys* J lltb. 
 
 i ]Ud|e me, my God ; revenge my Caufe 
 J On cruel Hands and faithless Hearts. 
 Save me from him who from the La\vs 
 
 Of Truth, and fober Virtues, f tarts, 
 
 Who boldly afts the ralfej Parts, 
 With ftrange'Succefs, and vafl: Applaufe ! 
 
 2 Thou art my God alone ; from Thee 
 
 My Strength, and Help, an d Hopes defcend: 
 Why then mult I rejected be ? 
 
 Why thus beneath Oppreffions bend ? 
 
 On thee fo long in vain attend, 
 From bloody Foes to fet me free ? 
 
 3 O fend thy Truth, thy faving Light, 
 
 To be my conftant, faithful Guides; 
 
 To 7 ead me to that facred Height, 
 Where thy iUuftrious Name re/ides, 
 Where thy Illulrrious Houfe abides, 
 
 With thy immortal Glories bright. 
 
 4 Then I'll to God's pure Altars go, 
 
 That God who all my ^oy creates, 
 To whom I all my Pleafures owe, 
 
 On whom my Soul, reviving, waits. 
 
 My Lord, my God, in whole blefs'd Gates 
 His Praife my tuneful Harp fhali fhow. 
 
 5 Why then call down, my Soul ? 6 why 
 
 Thus vex'd in my uneafie Breaft ? 
 
 To God for He ] p and Safety fly , 
 On his Divine AfTiftance reir, 
 For with my God's Salvation blefs'd, 
 
 I yet fhali found his Praifes high. 
 
S<* VSAL. xfiv\ 
 
 TSAL. xliv. 
 
 i 1 " Ord, oft we've heard our Fathers tell 
 1 j Thy wondrous Works of Old - y 
 
 2 How by thy'Hand rhe Gentiles felly 
 
 And we their Countries hold. 
 
 3 Them their own Swords could ne'er advance, 
 
 Nor Native Valour fave ; 
 Thy Arm, thy Love, thy Countenance 
 Their Lands and Safety gave. 
 
 4 Thou art my King : Salvation, Lord, 
 
 For Jacob's Seed command • 
 
 5 We'll crufh our Foes if thou afford 
 
 Thy kind affifting Hand. 
 Their Heads, in thy Almighty Name, 
 We'll quickly trample o'er ; 
 
 6 And I'll my Bow's Defence difclaim, 
 
 And tr.uft.iay Sword no more. 
 
 7 Thou only fav'ft us from our Foes, 
 
 And b'reak'ft their Hearts with Shame : 
 
 8 Each Day we'll with thy Cory clofe, 
 
 And ever praife thy Name. 
 
 9 But thou haft caft us off, and we 
 
 A ftrange Difgrace endure : 
 Thy Aids no more our Armies fee, 
 Nor can thy Help procure. 
 
 i o Before their Foes the Daftards fly, 
 And we are fpoil'd with Eaie : 
 
 1 1 Like fcatter'd Sheep, difpen'd we lie, 
 
 Where-e'er the Gentiles ple&fe. 
 
 12 Thou haft thy wretched People fold, 
 
 Yet nc: advane'd thy Gain : 
 
 13 And Ui in Scorn our Neighbours hold, 
 
 And treat with proud Difdain. 
 
 Far 
 
PSJL. xliv. 87 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 14 We are the Gentiles By-word now, 
 
 At us each fhakes his Head : 
 
 1 5 And while we fufrer Shame, my Brow. 
 
 A Thoufand Blufhes fpread. 
 
 16 My Shame from Men's foul Blafphemies, 
 
 I And black Reproaches, grows, 
 The Barb'rous Afts, and ihamelefs Lyes 
 Of our revengeful Foes. 
 
 17 Yet though we're thus- with Woes opprek'd, 
 
 We cant our God forget ; 
 But in thy Covenant we reft, 
 Thy Truth before us fer. 
 
 18 X)ur Hearts have ne'er declin'd from Thee, 
 
 But to thy Judgments true, 
 
 19 Though we the Dragon's Fury fee, 
 
 And Death our Steps purfue. 
 
 20 Had we forgot God's glorious Name, 
 
 Or Idol-Gods ador'd, 
 
 2 1 WouM not our God have found the fame, 
 
 Our fecret Thoughts explpr'd ? 
 
 22 For Thee we 'ere kilfd all Day ; like Sheep, 
 
 To Slaughter deem'd for Thee. 
 
 23 Wake, Lord; 6 rife, no longer fleep, - 
 
 No diftant Stranger be ! 
 
 24 Why, Lord, are all our Woes defpis'd ? 
 
 Why hid thy lightfom Face ? 
 
 25 While wc with Sorrow's Duft difguis'd, 
 
 ^Tie Earth, forlorn, embrace. 
 
 26 O rile ! with thy Almighty Aid 
 
 Our linking State retrieve ! 
 Our Souls, to Sorrow Captives naade, 
 With Mercy, Lord, relieve ! 
 
 PSdLi 
 
S3 P.SAL, xlv. 
 
 PSAL. xlv. 
 
 i \\ rArmMby a Beam of facred Light, 
 W "FHfing a lofty Song; 
 
 The St r eins, my bufie Thoughts indite, 
 
 To cur blefs'd King be'ong. 
 And thoughthe fen-man's nimble Hand 
 
 Flies fwiftly o'er his Scrow], 
 
 More fwiftly, and with more-- Command, 
 
 My Tongue attends my Soul, 
 
 a Fair be the Sons of Humane Race s 
 Thou, Lord, art fairer found : 
 Thy Lips di#a Celeftial Grace, 
 
 With God's due Bleffings crown'd. 
 3 Ride on thou Prince of wondrous Might, 
 Gird on thy dreadful Sword, 
 With Majefty, and glorious Light, 
 
 And Truth's AU-concju'nng Word. 
 
 ^ May Love and Righteoufnefs attend 
 Thee with ailur'd Succef. : 
 Thy dreadful Arms all Fame tranfcend, 
 And all thy Toes depref . 
 
 5 Before thy Pointed Arrows all, 
 
 Thy Foes fhali fpread the Field ; 
 And at thy Foot-fteps wounded fall, 
 And to their Conqu'ror yield. 
 
 Part 2. 
 
 6 Thy Throne, 6 God Eternal, ftands, 
 
 And RLht thy Sceptre crowns ; 
 Bright Juiiice fii s thy righteous Hand*, 
 
 Sin dies beneath thy Frowns. 
 Mov'd with thy Gift,, and Afts Divine, 
 
 Thy God anoints thy Head j 
 
?SAL. xlv. 89 
 
 Thy Joys thy Fellows Joys out-flunes, 
 On Thee in plenty flied. 
 
 S Myrrh, Aloes, and Caflia fweet 
 
 From all thy Garments flow ; 
 And round thy Iv'ry Palace meet, 
 And all thy Motions mow. 
 9 Kings Royal Daughters, richly drefs'd, 
 Among thy Maidens frand : 
 The Queen, with Golden Crowns opprefsM, 
 Waits at her Sov'reign s Hand. 
 
 10 Hear me, great Queen, my Words receive 
 With humbiy prudent Care : 
 Thy Fondnafs of thy Fathers leave, 
 And of thy Country's Air. 
 r 1 So fhaM the King his boundlefs Love 
 To thy bright Charms allow ; 
 For He's the Lord, He reigns above j 
 To Hitn 6 humbly bow. 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 12 Then fhall the Tfrisn Dames refort 
 With Gifts, fair Queen, to thee : 
 
 The wealthy Men mall make their Court 
 To awful Majefty. 
 
 13 Rich Robes the Royal Princefs wears, 
 
 But richer far her Mind ; 
 
 An inward Heav'nly Treafure bears, 
 
 By Love and Grace refind. 
 
 4 Her they, to fee her King, adorn 
 
 With all th' Embroiderer's Art ; 
 Her Train's by Royal Virgins born, 
 Who fliare her Joys and Heart. 
 
 5 Pleafures around their Aiofoms play, 
 
 Their Eyes foft Loves create, 
 
 When, 
 
90 PSAL. xlv. 
 
 When, to attend their Monarch, they 
 On their great Miftrefs wait. 
 
 16 For Fathers, Sons thy Court adorn, 
 
 A gallant, fprightly Train : 
 Brave Youths, to Crowns and Sceptres born, 
 And o'er the Nations reign. 
 
 17 Thy Praife, 6 thou Immortal King, 
 
 I'll ever thus proclaim ; 
 And all the joyful World fhall fing 
 Thy Godlike Afts, and Name. 
 
 • Another Metre : As the 1 1 $$: 
 
 1 ' I " Ouch'd with a Beam of Love Di .vine, 
 
 Jf My Heart, my Head, my Tongue combine 
 To blefs the World's Incarnate King. 
 No nimble Pen-man's flying Hand 
 More fwiftly can his Quill command, 
 Than I my Saviour's Glory fing. 
 
 2 How wondrous bright, how Heav'nly fair, 
 Dear Lord, thy Godlike Beauties are ! 
 
 Thy Lips Eternal Sweets diftil. 
 Hence, by thy mighty Father blefs'd, 
 Thy humble, but capacious Breafr, 
 
 All Heav'n's immenfe Endowments fill. 
 
 3 Gird on thy Thigh, rnoft mighty Lord, 
 Gird on thy dreadful, glitt'ring Sword ; 
 
 And with MajefYick Honours crown'd, 
 
 4 In profp'rous State triumphant ride ; ^ 
 Truth, Meeknefs, Juftice guard thy Side. 
 
 Thy Arm with Terrours brac'd around, 
 
 5 Each Bow then drawn, each Arrow loos'd 
 By the Right Hand, to Conqueft us'd, 
 
 Shall pierce thy ftubborn-hearted Foes : 
 And all the trembling World mall meet, 
 To caft themfelves beneath thy Feet, 
 
 O'er-aw'd by thy refiftlefs Blows. 6 Tl 
 
PSAL. xlv. 91 
 
 6 Thy Throne, blefs'd God, for ever (lands; 
 A righteous Sceptre fills thy Hands : 
 
 To Thee th? fuppliant Nations bow. 
 
 7 The virtuous Soul thy Favour gains, 
 Thy Frown the wicked World reftrains 
 
 And Sinners fly thy threatning Brow. I 
 Hence God, thy God, with Joys around, 
 Above thy Mates, thy Heart has crown 1 d ; 
 
 His Balmy Joys thy Paflions warm. 
 3 Thy Robes with noblelt Odours flow, 
 Which from thy lofty Palace blow ; 
 
 And Sweets thy pleas' d Attendants charm. 
 
 Part 
 
 1. 
 
 9 Among thy Maids of Honour, wait 
 Fair Virgins,, all of Royal State, 
 Like bigger Stars 1 th' Galaxy . 
 - AndatctltyHuitd enthrgn-d is feen ^ t 
 
 Thy charmingly victorious-. Queen ; 
 Her Crowfr . piire Goidy : b*rt purer me. 
 c Hear me, iJIuflrious' Queen ! forget 
 Thy native Land's and Father's Seat ; 
 And for thy King, thy Kindred quit : 
 
 1 So fhal] he love thy Beauties more, 
 And thou bis Deity adore, tf - 
 
 And to his Heavenly Will fubmit. 
 
 2 Nor fliall thy Beauties flighted lie, 
 Thy Service in Oblivion die ; 
 
 But through the fartheft Regions fam'd : 
 To thee fhali T>\rian Dames refort; 
 And wealthy Princes make their Court 
 
 To thee, by thy Renown inflamd. 
 
 3 Fair are thy Eyes, bur fairer far l li 
 Thy Sou' ; a Thoufand Beauties there 
 
 Thy Diamonds and Rubies ftain, 
 
 14 When 
 
9* P S A L. xlvj. 
 
 1 4 When in Embroidered Robes they bring 
 Thy Majerty to meet thy King, 
 
 Attended with thy Virgin-Train. 
 
 1 5 Blefs'd by the ravifh'd Croud, they'll move ; 
 Blefs'd by thy King's exalted Love, 
 
 Thou'lt in his Starry Palace reign. 
 
 1 6 For thy old Stock, a lovely Race 
 
 Of Princely Youths thy Marriage grace, 
 And Royal Crowns and Empires gain. 
 
 17 The Name, great King, I'll celebrate : 
 Thy Majefty, and glorious State, 
 
 I'll fing in never-dying Verie. 
 The \S orld fhall thy bright Throne adore, 
 The SuppJiant World thy Grace implore ; 
 
 Thy Spoufals blefs, and praiie rehearfe. 
 
 PSAL. xlvj. 
 
 1 /*""* OD ris our Hope, our Strength, our Aid 
 VJ When greatelr Danger's near : 
 
 2 Whence,- for thole: dreadful Changes mado 
 
 On Earth, we fcorn to fear. 
 Though Mountains, torn from ev'ry Shoar, 
 Into the Seas be hurl'd ; 
 
 3 And fwefling Waves, with threatning Roar, 
 
 AfTault the trembling Worid. 
 . 
 
 4 Yet near God's Houfe, and thofe fair Walls 
 
 Which round his City go, 
 Refreihing Springs, with gentler Falls, 
 And eafie Windings, ilow. 
 
 5 God in his Houfe refides ; no Force, 
 
 No Strength his Walls can move : 
 God guards it; MaJice can't divorce 
 It from his earlieft Love. 
 . 
 
 6 Wiie 
 
TSAL. xlvij. 93 
 
 !> When he in dreadful Thunder fpoke, 
 The frighted Nations heard ; 
 The Kingdoms felt the fatal Stroke, 
 And Earrih diflblv'd appear'd. 
 7 With us the Lord of Hods remains, 
 To us his Care extends : 
 With us the God of Jacob reigns, 
 And all our Coaft defends. 
 
 ] Come, fee the mighty Works which He 
 
 Through all the World has wrought ; 
 What wondrous Defolations He 
 
 On ev'ry Land has brought ! 
 He makes the Noife of Battels ceafe, 
 
 And breaks the Spears and Bows ; 
 And to the Flames, to keep the Peace, 
 
 The ratling Chariot throws. 
 
 Be ftill ! with humble Silence know 
 
 rrrrGod, and only I : 
 To me the Nations round fhall bow, 
 
 And raife my Glories high, 
 i With us the Lord of Hods remains, 
 
 His Care to us extends : 
 With us the God of Jacob reigns, 
 
 And us from Ills defends. 
 
 PSAL. xlvij. 
 
 With Hands and Hearts accod, 
 All People, praife the Lord: 
 With Triumph's Voice, in him rejoice, 
 His wondrous Name record! 
 For He, the Lord moft High, 
 With dreadful Ma jelly, . 
 A Monarch reigns and Earth refrrains 
 With his commanding Eye. 
 
 3 He 
 
94 P S AL. xlviij. 
 
 3 He makes the People all 
 
 Beneath our Empire fall : 
 The Nations meet, to kifs our Feet, 
 And us their Mafters call. 
 
 4 But us He chofe, that we 
 
 His Heritage might be : 
 His Favours grace the faithful Race, 
 
 Whofe Wealth He loves to fee. 
 
 5 Our Lord's gone up on high, 
 
 With Trumpets toward the Sky. 
 
 6 Sing Praifes, fing, to our great King ; 
 
 With Songs and Praifes vye ! 
 
 7 With Underftanding raife 
 
 Earth's mighty Monarch's Praife, 
 
 8 Whofe facred Throne the Nations own ; 
 
 Whcfe Will theVVorld obeys. 
 
 9 To God, his Servants now, 
 
 With neiglib'ring Princes bow, 
 While He, though high, continual 1 }'; 
 Defends our Earth below. 
 
 P S AL. xlviii. 
 
 1 ^"^Reat is ourXord, and greatly praisM 
 Vj In SioiSs facred Hill : 
 
 On which immortal Buildings rais'd, 
 That glorious Mountain fill. 
 
 2 Fair is its Sight, the Pleaiures vafr, 
 
 It gives to difrant Lands • 
 
 And on its. Northern Quarters plac'd, 
 
 God's holy Temple ftands. 
 
 3 God in her Palaces is great, 
 
 A certain Refuge'known ; j 
 
 4 And angry Kings, who fiercely met, 
 
 Are off as fvviftly gone* 5 The) 
 
 
VSAL. xlviij. 9 
 
 They fa w, admir'd, and terrify'd ; 
 
 From thence diftracted ilew ; 
 Fear feiz'd 'em alJ ; and o'er their Pride, 
 
 Pangs, as of Child-birth, drew. 
 
 Though mighty Navies clofe combin'd, 
 
 For our Deflruttion meet, 
 He breaks them with his ftormy Wind, 
 
 And fcatters all the Fleet. 
 Oft have we heard, and oft have feen, 
 
 In thy blefs'd Refidence, 
 How Thou, great God of Hofts, haft been 
 
 Thy City's ftrong Defence. 
 
 Secur'd by Thee, it ne'er decays'; 
 
 And in thy Temple we 
 Thy Everlafting Mercies praife, 
 
 And ting, dear Lord, to Thee, 
 o Great is thy Name, thy Fraifes great 
 
 Through all the VVorld refound : 
 Thy Name with Righteoufnefs compteat* 
 
 Thy Hand with Juftice crown d. 
 
 Let Sim's Mount rejoice and fing, 
 And JurfaJSs Daughters dance ; 
 
 Such Bleffings, Lord, thy Judgments bring. 
 So much their Peace advance. 
 
 Walk Sien jround ; quite round her go, 
 Her Bulwark's -Numbers, find •? 
 
 Her Battlements and Ramparts know, 
 Her ftately Buildings mind. 
 
 Then let unborn Pofterity 
 
 Your wondrous Records have 5 
 
 For God's our God for ever, He 
 
 Our Souls "from Death fliall fave, 
 
 Another 
 
9 6 PSAL. xlviij. 
 
 Anothtr Metre : As the 1 1 itb. 
 
 t /^UR Lord is great, and greatly prals'd 
 V^/ From $ item's Walls, and S*V*s Hills; 
 t Thatfacred Mount, which nobly rais'd, 
 Our happy Land with Glory fills ; 
 
 That Temple guilds her Northern fides, 
 Where God, the King of Kings, refides. 
 
 3 God in her Pa'aces is known ; 
 
 A ftrong Defence, and Refuge fure. 
 
 4 See how th' aflembling Kings are flown ! 
 
 Nor could the glorious Sight endure : 
 $ They faw, and what they faw, admir'd ; 
 
 But off, on Terrour's Wings, retir'd. 
 
 6 They felt fuch horrid Pangs and Throws, 
 
 As Women in their Child-birth feel : 
 By Land they met God's angry Blows, 
 
 7 By Sea their matter' d Navies reel. 
 
 By furious Eaftern Tempefts tofs'd, 
 
 1 ill all their Strength and Pride are loft. 
 
 3 Within God's holy City we 
 
 Have feen what ofc we'd heard of old : 
 
 The Lord of Hofts her Strength will be, 
 
 His Hand her lairing Wal s uphold. 
 
 9 Thy ancient Love and Kindhefs, Lord, 
 
 We in thy holy Houfe record. 
 
 io Thy Name Earth's utmoft Borders know : 
 As far, great God, thy Praiies fly, 
 Thy Hands Eternal Juftice fhow : 
 Let 81 Vs Mount then cheerfu ly, 
 Let juaa,?s Virgin-Daughters ling 
 The Judgments of their glorious King. 
 
 i2 Walk 
 
PSAL. xlix. 97 
 
 2 Walk Sipn y $ Rounds, her Towers defcribe ; 
 Obferve how ftrong her Bulwarks are : 
 The Palaces of Judif/?S Tribe, 
 Let thole to come with theirs compare ; 
 They'll read God here : and only Ke 
 So good, fo fure a Guide cou'd be. 
 
 P S A L. xlix. 
 
 ALL People, Nations all, which o'er 
 The World your Tribes extend ; 
 The High, the Low, the Rich, the Poor ; 
 
 My facred Songs, attend : 
 My Mouth mail Wiidom fpeak, my Heart 
 
 Of Knowledge meditate : 
 My Harp myfterious Truths impart, 
 And Things of ancient weight*. 
 
 Why mould I fear in dangerous- days, 
 
 " By finful Men diftreiVd, 
 Who on their Lands, and crafty Ways, 
 
 And mighty Treafures re't ? 
 Yet all their Wealth, and all their Store 
 
 Can't one loft Soul redeem : 
 Nor God, to bate their linful Score, 
 ' Their largeft Gifts efreem. 
 
 9 Nay, though they live a Thoufand Years 
 
 The Grave's expected Prey, 
 Such Price a Soul's Redemption bears, 
 
 As they can ne'er repay. 
 They fee the Wife and Fools mufr die, . 
 
 And all that Wealth defcend 
 To unknown Heirs, which foolifliV 
 
 They thought no Time could fpend, 
 
 F part 
 
j>8 PSAL. xiix. 
 
 Part 2. 
 
 r i They vainly thought their Seats fecure 
 From Time's confuming Hands ; 
 Their Names and Memories endure 
 On all their purchased Lands. 
 
 12 Yet Man in Honour cant remain, 
 
 But, like the Beaft, mull f a 1 : 
 
 13 And, though their Heirs their Wit maintain, 
 
 Their Ways are foolifh all. 
 
 14 Death feeds on them, as Sheep ; the Jufl 
 
 Shall foon their Force fubdue : 
 Their Graves, foon fill'd with crumbling Dull, 
 Their fading Natures mew. 
 
 15 But God (ha 1 ! fave my Soul from Hell, 
 
 His Hand will mine fupport. 
 
 16 Then fear not Men, whofe YVea'th may fweli ; 
 
 Nor Sin exalted court. 
 
 17 Fot when Death comes, they'll leave behind 
 
 Their Wealth and Glories tec ; 
 i3 Tho' while they liv'd they pleab'd theit Minds, 
 As common Mortals do. 
 
 19 Men who enrich themfelves below, 
 
 A mighty Name may gain ; 
 
 But quickly to the Dead they go, 
 
 And Light no more obtain. 
 
 20 Man, when to Honours rais'd, if he 
 
 The Ways of Wifdom flight, 
 Involved iike Thcughtlefs Beafts nmft be 
 4v. everlalring Night 
 
 3 
 
 f*A 
 
PSAL. I 99 
 
 PSAL. I. 
 
 VAin Hypocrites and Atheifts, bow 
 To new Alarms your careleft Ears : 
 The Lord, the Great ?eh*vdh % now 
 To plead Religions Caufe appears. 
 
 From Eafl: to Weft, from Shoar to Shoar, 
 The dreadful Summons fwiftly rolls : 
 
 His Voice, in Thunder's diimal Roar, 
 At once the frighted World controls.! 
 
 Our God mines from hischofen place, 
 With Majefty and Terrours crown d: 
 
 He comes ! devouring Flames his Face, 
 His Step 1 * impetuous Storms furround. 
 
 To hear his Judgment pafs'd, he calls 
 The Heavens above, and Earth below ; 
 
 That where his righteous Sentence falls, 
 The World, all iatisfy'd, may know. 
 
 Go, call my Saints together ; thofe 
 Who in my Laws delight, and o'er 
 
 Their Sacrifice my Covenant chofe, 
 And there to me devoutly fwore. 
 
 > The Summons pafs'd, the Lord alone, 
 As Judge, the great Tribunal holds : 
 Bright Angels make his Juftice known. 
 While He Eternal Truth unfolds, 
 
 Part z. 
 
 Hear me, my Peop 7 e ; if-nd, hear ! 
 
 With thee the Cafe I'll calmly plead : 
 Loe ! I, the Lord of Hofts, appear ; 
 
 Thy mighty God, thy Sov'reigo Head ! 
 
 Fj 8 Did 
 
^po VSAL. I 
 
 -& Did I eV call for Sacrifice ? 
 
 Or of thy fparirig Hand complain ? 
 Or bid that confrant Stearns fhould rife 
 From bleeding Bullocks, duly flain r 
 
 9 Poor Trifles all ! Thy folemn Feafts, 
 
 Thy Bullocks, and thy Goats, I fcorn : 
 10 The Foreft-Herds are mine, the Beads 
 Which on a Thcufand Hills are born. 
 
 •ii The feather'd Hofl, the Fowls, are mine.: 
 
 And all the Drov es which graze the Fields : 
 
 12 If hungry, I'd not ask of thine : 
 
 To me the World its Plenty yields. 
 
 13 Think'il thou -the FJefh of Eulls Fd^eat, 
 
 Or Goats ? or drink their dreaming Gore ? 
 
 14 No : G'ivq me Praife, my Praife repeat ; 
 
 My Grace, with Vows performed, implore: 
 
 .15 Then rirtlie Times of Danger cry 
 To Me, to me thy Griefs difplay • 
 And thou, when* Fro fave thee fly, 
 Juft Honours to my Name malt pay. 
 
 Faff -. 
 
 16 Then to the Wicked thus : And now 
 
 Dar'ft thcu to preach my Laws preitxnse ? 
 With what ftranue Impudence cahir thou 
 My Covenant in thy Lips aflume - 
 
 .17 Thou hat' ft all facred Difcipline, 
 
 Behind thy Back my Words are thrown : 
 
 18 Thy Thoughts with crafty Thieves combine, 
 And make, tlf Aduiuef s Loc thy own. 
 
 10 Thy 
 
 i 
 
 k 
 
p 
 
 S i h. i. ItTC 
 
 > Thy Month is a T l erigasfc! in ni ; 
 
 ThvT" eitful Lyes contrives: 
 
 > Thy Brethren, r!iv malicious Skill, 
 
 Thy Mother's Sorjs of Fame deprives. . 
 
 Thus haft thou done, while Went I 
 
 Thy fehfekfi Crimes with Patience viewM ; 
 
 And thou, with wondrous Po ] icy, 
 Couldfr me juft like thy felf conclude. 
 
 But now before thy mournful Eyes 
 VU let thy Sins, thy Crimes difpofe : 
 
 My Wifdom (hall thy Soul furprize, 
 And all thy foclifli Arts difcofe. 
 
 t Confkler this, 6 ye who dare 
 
 Forget your mighty Gc<l> ie p r He 
 Your Souls with utmoft Fury t :ar. 
 And none your fainting Souls can free, 
 
 3 That Man who offers Praife, alone 
 Due G!ory to my Name can. raife : 
 And T ] my Saving Hearth make known 
 To hinr-who wifely guides his YV'ay>. 
 
 [Another Metre, to the c!J proper Time. 
 
 Ak jdrowzy Worklmo more let Sleep furprize 
 The heavy Lids of thy Lerhargick Eyes. 
 lark, thy Creator calls ! awake ! awake I 
 ie comes ! See how the D.. t Graves, forfake ! 
 
 Before his face the fatal Trumpet founding, 
 And all hi: Angel-Guards hisThrone furrounding* 
 
 rom Eaft to Weft the dreadful Summons roll, 
 md make the Southern and the Northern Pole. 
 
 F } Nature 
 
ioi TSAL. 1. 
 
 Nature in cold faint Sweats diflolving lies ; 
 
 A fudden Heat melts down the folding Skies ; 
 
 And Seas and Earth ,tor n from their old Foundation, 
 Are all overturn' d in one great Defolation. 
 
 2 That God who long in Sfo??s Glory reign'd, 
 Whofe Prefence long her happy State maintain'd, 
 
 3 Mov'd by our Crimes no more can Silence hold ; 
 His Menaces in difmal Flames are rolfd : 
 
 BlackC'ouds from ev'ry piercing Eye defend him ; 
 And dreadful Storms, with Thunder's Roar, attend 
 
 (him. 
 4Hark, how he calls ! Earth, Sea, and Air, and Sky, 
 Before his Frowns, in empty Vapours fly : 
 •• The new-death' d Bones for their old Mates enquire, 
 And fluttering Souls to their own Homes retire. 
 Then God his Silence breaks, his Angels hearing" 
 With Adorations at his Ear appearing. 
 
 * Co fly, fwift Angel-Bands ; go fetch me thofe 
 Whoic; Follies durfr. my juft Commands oppofe : 
 ttcv gently home thefe holy Souls convey, 
 Who would my Laws,withuprightThoughts,obey ; 
 Who in biefs'd Covenants, for their Salvation, 
 Depend on me by folemn Dedication. 
 
 6 Hear Me, my bright Eternal Throne ; and you, 
 BiefsM Guards, mvjudgments andmyjuftice view 
 Vll no unrighteous Judges Part aflume ; 
 My Lips on none fliaD pafs a private Doom : 
 My very Foes this Honour iha' n't deny me ; 
 And even Souls condemn d lhall juftiiie me. 
 
 7 Hear Me, 6 ye of ifra^s faithful Race ; 
 
 , His Sons by Nature, and his Sons by Grace : 
 T am thy God, 6 ifraJ, only thine : 
 And allithy {elf, thy Strength,and Hopes/are in. 
 
f s al: i. 105 
 
 I'll plead my Caufe with thee : 6, fpeak fincercl; 
 If e'er I dealt with thee, or thine, feverelyj 
 
 8 Tell me: Did ever I thy S'acknefs chide 3 
 Or bid thee greater Gifts, or more, provide * 
 Did I complain when Incenfe rarely fum'd, 
 And fcarce one Lamb my holy Day confunV d ?. 
 
 Did I ever for Sacrifice reprove thee ? 
 
 Or to external coftly Worfhip move thee ? 
 
 f>For me, thy Bullocks fafe their Stalls may hold , 
 . Of Goats or Kids Til never rob thy Fold. 
 80 What mould I ask of thee ? The fpacious Field, 
 
 Hil s,Fore!ts ; Woods, to me their Stores muft yield. 
 1 1 Mine are the Fowls about woods,lakes 8cfountains; 
 And all the Cartel on a Thoufand Mountains. 
 
 12 If Hunger's Force my Nature could invade, 
 
 Canft thou believe Fd beg the Creature's Aid ? 
 j 3 That I the Flem of R*/ Ws Bulls would eat ? 
 Or Goats rank Blood would make a Heav'nly Treat ? 
 Can He who owns the World, and all its Plenty, 
 Or He who fills this A'J> himfelf be empty ? 
 
 j 4 But if th' mould' ft bring a grateful Sacrifice, 
 Let humble Praiie, with holy Incenfe rife. 
 
 j ?Thy Vows, made in Affliction, juftly pay ; 
 
 j 5 And to thy God in deep Afflictions pray ; 
 And I'll toon change thy melancholick Story, 
 And thy Deli v' ranee {hall advance my Glory- 
 
 17 But to the Wicked, God in Anger turns, 
 And thus at him his jealous Fury burns : 
 
 1 8 Thou whofe black Soul Divine Inftru&ion hates, i 
 In whom my Word no Reverence creates: (them : 
 
 Know thou, my Laws are Life to thofewhochufc 
 Bur, 6, how dare thy wretched Lips abufe them ? 
 
 F 4 How 
 
*C4 TSAL. lj. 
 
 How dar'fl thou th' Office of a Priefr aflume ? 
 
 Or in my Covenant read thy di final Doom ? 
 
 No Thieves commended, in my Laws appear ; 
 
 Nor canfr. thou find Adulterers pardon'd there : 
 Yet with Adulterers and Thieves thy Sentence, 
 Thy Words, thy Life, agree, without Repentance. 
 
 19 All Hellifh Arts thy Lips, thy Tongue pollute ; 
 Lyes are their Product, Falfhood all their Fruit. 
 Thy Ta'k,thy Neighbor and thy Friend blafphemes; 
 2oThy Mother's Sons are all thy fcornful Themes : 
 Its thy whole Study, thy affe&ed Fafhion, 
 To fpread vile Scandals with Deliberation. 
 
 zi Thus haft thou done, and I in Silence frill 
 Ne'er broke thy Reft, and never crofs'd thy Will : 
 So my Exiftence was at lair deny'd ; 
 Or mine, at leafr, by thy vile Nature try'd ; 
 Like fome mean Idol, to the World prefented : 
 •And againfr, me, all bold Affronts invented. 
 
 But now my Anger's rouz'd, thy Aftions all, 
 
 .Before my Sight, in horrid Order fall. 
 
 See how they Hand before thy trembling Eyes; 
 
 And in thy Face thy guilty Confcience iiies. 
 No Sleep, no Reft, nor Quiet now befriend thee j 
 But Hellifh never-ceafing Woes attend thee. 
 
 22 0ye who God forget, my Speeches weigh, 
 
 Left you become my unchecked Fury's Prey ! 
 2 3Praife to your Maker's Glory fai fice ; 
 
 Be your Words holy, and your A&ions wife : 
 :"o may your Blifs obtain a long Duration, 
 And all be crown'd with my Divine Salvation. 
 
 PSAL. 
 
 > 
 
P'SAL. io; 
 
 PSAL. Jj. 
 
 i A /CCrcy ! 6 Mercy ! Lord, to me 
 1 V A Extend thy Mercy's Store I 
 Let me thy pardoning Mercy fee, 
 To clear my fmfiil Score. 
 2 Warn me from my Iniquity, 
 
 And purge me, Lord, from Sin; 
 7 For I my Lolly throughly fee, 
 It racks my Breaft within. 
 
 I fee, I fee my Crimes when Sleeps- 
 Should feal my weary M Eyes : 
 
 Me {till awake my Confcience keeps 7 
 Or frightful Dreams furprize. 
 
 If I with noifie Pleafures try 
 To eafe my tcrtur'd Soul, 
 
 Black Lull: and Blood are ever by ; 
 And all my Joys control. 
 
 4 To thee alone I've fin'd, to thee ; 
 
 And trefpafs'd in thy Sight ; 
 That juftify'd thy Words' mighr I 
 And all thy Doings right. 
 
 5 Loe, I at firft v. as fh&p'd in Sin, 
 
 In Sin at i; r it conceiv'd ; 
 To that Eve fince a Captive ] 
 By Hellifh Arts deceiv'd. 
 
 6 Thou look' ft for inward Truth ; to me 
 
 Thy fecret Wiidoin fhow : 
 
 7 Purge thou my Soul, my Soul flhall be 
 
 More white than Northern Snow, 
 
 8 O let me once again the Voice 
 Of Joy and Gladnefs hear; 
 
 And let thele broken Bones rejoice. 
 
 Which now thy Vengeance bear I 
 
 F 5 Par 
 
io£ PSA L ij, 
 
 Part z. 
 
 9 From all my finful Aftions paft 
 
 O turn thy angry Face ! 
 io Make me a Heart that's clean at laft, 
 A Mind renewM by Grace ! 
 
 1 1 Caft me not wholly off, nor take 
 
 Thy facred Gifts from me : 
 
 12 Reftore thy Saving Health, and make 
 
 My Spirit large and free ! 
 
 1 3 Then I the finning World fhall teach 
 
 To tread thy perfect Way ; 
 Converfion and Repentance preach 
 To fuch as loofely uray. 
 
 14 Save me from Guilt of Blood ; to me 
 
 Thy kind Salvation bring, 
 And then my Tongue, from Fetters free > 
 Thy righteous Afts fha]l ling. 
 
 15 Unfeal my Lip^, and then my Tongue 
 
 Shall celebrate thy Praife ; 
 Thy Praife fhall be my conusant Song> 
 As in my fairer Days. 
 36 God wo' n't for coftly OfTrings call, 
 Nor ask for Sacrifice ; 
 Elfe fliould a Thoufand Oxen fall, 
 And Incenfe daily rife. 
 
 $7 No: God demands a nobler Part ; 
 The Heart's his Sacrifice: 
 A wounded Soul, a bleeding Heart, 
 His Mercy can't defpiie. 
 t8 O now at la!> thy Favour fbow 
 To thy fele&ed Place : 
 Thy Church, now defpicabjy low, 
 With lofty Walls embrace I 
 
 *9 Thert 
 
VSAL. 1], ' 
 
 19 Then fhali a righteous Sacrifice 
 
 Wich thee Acceptance gain : 
 And humble Hearts and lifted Eyes 
 Thy Altars Flames maintain. 
 
 Another Metre, to the old proper Tune. 
 
 1 T\ Ous'd from a deadly, fin fill Dream, 
 XV. With guilty Pangs of Conscience torn, 
 I proilrate here, without one Beam 
 
 Of Comfort, lie, a Wretch forlorn. 
 Mercy to me, 6 Mercy fhew ; 
 
 A Wretch thy Mercy, Lord, implores: „ 
 On me 6 let thy Mercies flow, 
 
 And wafh out all my guilty Scores ! 
 
 wafh, 6 cleanfe my Confcience, Lord, 
 From Falfhood, Luft and Cruelty ; 
 
 3 For now I all my Guilt record, 
 
 And only di final Objefts fee- 
 Lord, how it racks my Soul ! how ilrong 
 
 Guilt's terrible Convuliion moves ! 
 What Chains of Woes it drags along ! 
 
 How bitter Sins Remembrance proves ! 
 
 4 Againfl: Thee, Thee alone, I Ve fin'd, 
 
 And boldly trefpaiVd in thy fight ; 
 That I thy righteous Truth might find, 
 Thy Judgment pure, thy Sentence right. 
 
 5 Shap'd in Iniquity at firft, 
 
 At firft in S'iu and Guilt conceived : 
 
 1 was originally curs'd, 
 
 My Soul of Innocence bereavM; 
 
 Hence fprung the fatal Fruit, and. Hell 
 With Eaie my. native Pronenefs wony 
 • My carelefs Pride', unguarded, fell, 
 With ftumelefs aftual Guilt undone, 
 
 
ic3 TSAL. lj. 
 
 6 If inward Truth, Lord, pleafes Thee, 
 
 O let my Heart thy Wjfdom know. 
 
 7 Warn, purge me through, and I fhall be 
 
 More white, more pure than Northern Snow. 
 
 8 So fhall I feel thy Beams again, 
 
 Thy Loves fhall fi'l my pardon' d Soul. 
 
 My Bones, long juftly racked with Pain, 
 
 With Balmy Joys be found and whole. 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghcfl, and So??, 
 
 0?te blefs'd, one glorious Trinity, 
 On whom our 'Hopes depend akn\ 
 
 Eternal Praife and Glory I. 
 
 Fart i. 
 
 $ From all my Crimes, Lord, turn thy Face,. 
 No more my cancell'd Errours view. 
 O change my Heart, and, by thy Grace, 
 My Mind with Heav'nly Thoughts renew f 
 22 Call: me not off, nor from my Breaft 
 Thy facred Influence remove ; 
 
 12 But, with the faving Pleafures blefs'd, 
 
 In Good my forward Soul improve. 
 
 1 3 Then Sinners I'll bring home to thee ; 
 
 Tranfgreffcrs fhall thy Laws efleem. 
 34. From Blood, dear Saviour, refcue me ; 
 
 My Soul from Crimfon Guilt redeem I 
 x f If thou, blefs'd Lord, my Lips unfeal, 
 
 My Tongue, thy facred Name 'fhall raiie; 
 Thy Love, my flowing Songs reveal ! 
 
 My Mouth thy righteous Judgments praife. 
 
 16 No bloody Sacrifice with thee. 
 
 No' Fumes from {reaming Akars rais'd, 
 Prevail ; elfe, num'rous Herds, for me, 
 Had on a Thousand Altars bJazU 1 7 
 
VSAL. \\y io? 
 
 17 A Soul with Senfe of Sin depreVd, 
 
 Is Lord*, thy. nob'efl Sacrifice : 
 A broken Heart, a contrite Breaft, 
 Thy tender Mercies ne'er defpife. 
 
 18 Lord, in thy Love thy Church defend, 
 
 Its ruin'd Hopes and'Wails repair; 
 
 19 So fhall our fa. cur'd Vows afcend, 
 
 With righteous and accepted PrayV. 
 
 To Father, Ho'yGhrf}, 0fiil : Sot> f 
 
 One £/rjj V, en? gUrloi- Tm-ity^ 
 On vpIoovj our Hopes depend a -one, 
 
 Eternal Pr&ije and Glory be. 
 
 VSAL. lij. 
 
 1 A ND canft thou, vilefl: Wretch, of thy 
 Xx Prevailing Malice boau ? 
 Tkink'iT thou God's Mercies e'er can die ? 
 
 His boundlefs Love be loft ? 
 
 2 We know thy Tongue the Razor's Edge 
 
 Out-cuts with fharpeft Lyes: 
 We know thy Heart, Hell's certain Pledge, 
 Can only Frauds devife. 
 
 3 Mifchief thy very Soul approves, 
 
 But honeft Actions hates : 
 Thy Tongue no Truth or Juftice loves, 
 
 But Lyes en Lyes creates 
 Thy Tongue, bale Wretch, fuch Language fpeak.s, 
 
 As may the Jud devour ; 
 
 4 But God thy cruel Pride fhall break, 
 
 By his reliitiefs Pow'r. 
 
 Ihll tear thee out, and from thy p'ace 
 Root out thy hated Name- 
 
 5 Thejuft lhall fee thy Grange Difgrace, 
 
 And r'ms expoie thy bh.. Loe] 
 
tie PSAL. liij. 
 
 u Loe ! here's the Man, who, lofty grown, 
 
 " His God regarded not ; 
 "'But could his favouring Hand difown, 
 
 <l And God himfelf forgot. 
 
 H j But of his mighty Wealth he'd boafr, 
 
 " With vaft PoiTeflions blefs'd : 
 u In impious Arts he trufted mod, 
 
 << In Malice fix'd his Reft. 
 li See where he lies, forgot, forlorn, 
 
 " By all the World defpis'd : 
 " His Name, his fliatter'd Fortunes torn, 
 
 " His Life by Hell furpriz'd. 
 
 7 But like a thriving Olive, I 
 
 In God's blefs'd Houfe fliall Hand ; 
 - And on the Mercies fure relie 
 Of his unchanging Hand. 
 
 8 Through thee I fcap'd tn intended Blow, 
 
 And FJ1 adore thy Name; 
 And with thy Saints thy Mercies fliow, 
 Thy gracious Afts proclaim. 
 
 VSAL. Iiij. 
 
 i f~^ O D, in his Heart, the Fool denies, 
 
 Vjf Such Fools the wretched World are grown: 
 Corrupt, defil'd, feduc'd with Lyes • 
 Not one for fober Practice known. 
 
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 2 God, from his lofty Seat, furvey'd 
 
 The World, arid all their Aftions view 
 To fee if any duly pray'd, 
 
 Or Wifdom's Lectures underftood. 
 
 3 But all were now Apofhtes, a T l _ 
 
 Corrupt at once, and filthy grown ; 
 Not one would on his Maker call, 
 flit* Not one to praclifeGood was known. 4 h 
 
VSAL. liij. Ui 
 
 j. Is all their Senfe fo lofl: in Sin, 
 
 That they, ]jke Bread, my Saints devour f 
 In all their Talk, God ne'er comes in ; 
 They ne'er invoke, nor own his Pow*r. 
 
 <■ Yet now with groundless Fears they fly, 
 
 Their Strength God's weighty Anger breaks, 
 With Shame thy fierce Befiegers die ; 
 
 God's angry Scorn their Downfall fpeaks. 
 
 6 O whence may 7/^w's Safety fpring ! 
 If God his banifh'd Tribes reftore, 
 Then ifrsel fhall triumphant ling, 
 And Jacob's Race delpond no more. 
 
 Another Metre : As the Complaint of a Sinner* 
 
 i HpHE FooT, the fenfelefs Fool, 
 X Thus in his Heart hath faid \ 
 God's but an awful Tool, 
 
 By crafty Preachers made. 
 Thus all corrupted are, 
 
 And all in Sins delight : 
 But none for Truth declare, 
 None ever praftife Right. 
 
 1 God, from the lofty Sky, 
 
 Look'd down oii Earth below. 
 To fee what Man would try 
 His God to feek or know. 
 3 But all Apoftares there, 
 
 They're vile and filthy all : 
 None good on Earth appear, 
 Nor on their Maker call. 
 
 4 But have the Wretches lofl: 
 Their Apprehenfions quite, 
 
 Againft 
 
in PSAL. lir. 
 
 Againft my Saints to boaft, 
 
 And with their God to light ? 
 Dare they my tffaii's Seed, 
 
 Like common Bread, devour ? 
 And on my. People feed, 
 
 And fcorn my faving Pow'r ? 
 
 $ Fear fhall their Hearts furprize, 
 A fen&efs, ground'efsFear : 
 And ail thy Enemies, 
 
 Who durft in Arms appear, 
 Shall crufh'd and fcatter'd Jie 
 By God's revenging Hand - r 
 And all, confounded, die, 
 Defpis'd by God's Command. 
 
 6 Oh, when fhall Iynei\ Wealth 
 
 From Siofs Mount proceed ! 
 When fliall their Saviour's Health 
 
 Redeem his Captive Seed ! 
 When that blefs'd Time appear.^ 
 
 Poor ifcaet fhall rejoice ; 
 And Jacob, freed from Fears, 
 
 Exalt his chearful Voice.. 
 
 7 SAL. livl 
 
 "E, Lord, with wondrous Mighty 
 _«- By tn Y great Name reiieve ! 
 i O in my Prayers, dear Lord delight; 
 My flowing Words receive! 
 3 For cruel Stranger, here 
 
 Againft me fiercely rife ; 
 They hunt my Life, .who have no Feax 
 Of God before their Eyes. 
 
 ^ But fee ; my God, for me, 
 
 Anions my Friends appears ! 
 
 5 He'll 
 
TSAL. to. ii 
 
 J He'll crufh my Foes : His Truth flialj be 
 
 The End of all my Fears. 
 6 To Thee, with Sacrifice, 
 
 I'll then devoutly pray : 
 Thy Name ilia 1 in my Praifes be ; 
 
 It's good thy Praife to pay. 
 
 God has my Saviour been, 
 
 From all my Griefs and Woes : 
 Through him my longing Eyes have feen 
 My Willi on all my Foes. 
 
 P SAL. Iv. 
 
 r 1 " Ord, hear my Pray'rs ! 6 never turn 
 1 j From him who prays to Thee ! 
 2. When I in Words diftracted mourn, 
 O hear ! 6 anfwer me ! 
 Free me from cruel Foes, from thofe 
 Who would opprefs me quite ; 
 Who me with impious Lyes oppofe, 
 And proiecute with Spite. 
 
 } My Heart bleeds with its inward Woundf, 
 Death's Terrours round me fall; 
 Fear, Trembling, Horrour, Woe confounds 
 My Thoughts and Attions all. 
 > I cry'd, Oh, who fwift Wings will give. 
 Swift as the Doves, to me ? 
 Then would I fly away, and live 
 Where I ibme Reit might fee. 
 
 - I'd wander far, ar4, in my Flight, 
 
 Some lonefom Defart find, 
 Where I might loon in Safety light, 
 
 From ev'ry ftoriny Wind i 
 Lord* to confound their p'otting Brain 1 ', 
 
 Their Tongues and Hearts divide ; 
 
 For 
 
xi 4 P SAL. Iv. 
 
 For Strife within the City reigns, 
 And cruel Thieves reiide. 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 10 Such, Day and Night, their Walls furround ; 
 
 Within are Sins and Woes : 
 I x Ail Mifchief in their Streets are found, 
 
 And Fraud and Falfhood grows. 
 
 12 Had Foes profefsM procur'd my Shame, 
 
 I then had Patience held: 
 Had Enemies defpis'd my Name, 
 I h'd foon my felf conceal'd. 
 
 1 3 But k was he, my milled Guide,. 
 
 My Bofom's Partner made, 
 In clofeft: Bonds of Friendfliip ty'd, 
 My private Thoughts betrayM. 
 24 Oft with a charming fweet Confent, 
 Each other's Souls we read: 
 Oft to the Temple jointly went, 
 By like Devotions led. 
 
 15 O let the treach'rous Brute> alive, 
 
 To Hell's dark Womb defcend \ 
 Who could with Hellifh Art contrive 
 To kill his kindeft Friend ! 
 
 16 For me, to God, the Lord, IM cry ; 
 
 My God fhall refcue me.: 
 
 17 Each Night, each Noon, each Morning, I 
 
 Kis fuppliant Slave will be. 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 18 He\il hear my Pray'rs, my Life redeem 
 
 From Wars, on me defign d : 
 And though too ftrong my Foes might f«m, 
 My God was always kind. rr . 
 
VSAL. Ivj. ii 
 
 19 That God who ever lives fhall hear, 
 
 And humble all their Pride 
 Who ne'er were fhock'd on Earth with Fear 
 And therefore God defy'd. 
 
 20 They Wars with Men of Peace began, 
 
 And a 1 ! Agreements broke : 
 And Spite through all their Counfelsran, 
 
 Howe'er they fofVy fpoke. 
 a 1 Not Oil nor Butter fmoother flow'd, 
 
 Than their deceitful Words ; 
 Yet Villains ne'er more Malice fhow'd, 
 
 Nor fought with fharper Swords. 
 
 11 Thy Cares then on thy Mafler cafr, 
 His Hand fhall Tet thee free : 
 HeU always hold the Righteous fa(r, 
 No Time their Change fhall fee. 
 23 The Bloody and Deceitful fhall 
 Untimely iink, and die, 
 And in the Pit's Deftru&ion fall : 
 But I'll on God rely. 
 
 VSAL. Irj. 
 
 1 * I A O me thy Mercy, Lord, extend, 
 
 JL For Men wou'd me devour ; 
 
 Again : me all their F6rces bend, 
 And prefs me ev'ry Hour. 
 
 2 Each Day my cruel greedy Foes 
 
 Defign'd to fwa'low me \ 
 And Armies which my Soul oppoie, 
 Would my Deftru&ion fee. 
 
 3 When-e'er I fear, I'lf trull in Thee, 
 
 4 Thy faithful Word FjI praife : 
 Nor will 1 fear what Hurt to me 
 
 Poor mortal Man can raife. 
 
ji6 TSAL. Ivij. 
 
 $ Each Day they wrefr my Words ; to work" 
 My Fall their Thoughts are bent : 
 
 6 They meet, they trace my Steps, they lurk 
 
 Againft my Life intent. 
 
 7 But fhalj they always fcape in Sin? 
 
 In Wrath defhoy them all ? 
 
 8 Thou know'ft my dangerous Flights ; haft {ken 
 
 My Tears, which daily fall: 
 O let them ever in thy Sight, 
 In Books recorded, lie. 
 
 9 But all my Foes ft all turn to Flight 
 
 When I to God fhali cry. 
 
 I know 't ; for God's my Patron dear, 
 jo Through Fihri his Truth Til fhew : 
 
 1 1 I'll truft in God, snA nothing fear 
 
 Which mortal Men can do. 
 
 1 2 To Thee, dear God, my Vows are made ; 
 
 To Thee my Praife FU pay, 
 
 13 Who fav'd'ft me from Death's gloomy Shlde . 
 
 When I in Danger lay. 
 
 And fi-ill I hope, through God, my Feet 
 
 Shall ever firmly ftand : 
 My Steps thy faying r avours meet,. 
 
 And I poflefs the kand. 
 
 TSAL. Ivij. 
 
 1 T\ yff Ercy t© me, Lord, Mercy (how ; 
 JLVJL My Soul depends on Thee : 
 
 Thy Wings, till off this Danger blow, 
 
 Shall my Protection be 
 To God I'll cry, to God moll High, 
 
 Who all my W [flies fends : 
 Who me from his fuperior Sky, 
 
 From barbarous Men defends. 
 
 
 1. Hi 
 
TSAL. Ivij. 1x7 
 
 4 His Truth and Mercy God applies, 
 
 To fave my drooping Soul, 
 Which now with raging Lions lies, 
 
 Who would devour it whole. 
 I ly with fiery Men, whofe Words 
 
 Like Spears and Darts appear, 
 Whofe piercing Tojigues than fharpefl; Swords, 
 
 A. greater fharpnefs bear. 
 
 5 Lord, raife thy (elf, exalt thy Name, 
 
 Above the lofty Skies, 
 And o're this Earths enlightned Frame, 
 Lord, Jift thy glorious Eyes. 
 
 6 My Soul with forrow funk, difmaid 
 
 At fatal Nets prepar'd. 
 But now my Foes in Pit-falls made 
 For rne, themfelves are fnar'd. 
 
 7 My IJeart, dear Lord's prepar'd, my Heart 
 
 ' is rix'd, thy Praife to iing. 
 
 8 Awake my Pride, my charming Art, 
 
 To praife thy gracious King. 
 
 9 Awake my Lute, my Harp-awake, 
 And I'le prevent the Day : 
 
 To God's great Name new A:ithenas make, 
 And ro his Glory p'ay. 
 
 10 His Name, his wondrous Works, will I 
 Among the Nations praife, 
 
 j 1 And in my Songs above the Sky, 
 
 His Truth and Mercy raife. 
 12 Lord, raife thy felf, exalt thy Name, 
 
 Above the lofty Skies, 
 And o're this Earth's enlightned Frame, 
 
 O lift thy glorious Eyes ! 
 
uS VSAL. Iviij. 
 
 7 [aim Iviij. As the ioo, cr, as Mr. Sandys*; 14. 
 
 1 \\rHen you in private Council fir, 
 
 VV Are all your Confutations juft ? 
 
 May others your Decifions truft ? 
 Their Lives to your pure Hands fubmit ? 
 
 2 No wretched Men ! your tainted Hearts 
 
 Iniquities alone purfue, 
 Earth groans ib long opprefr by you, 
 Your bloody Hands, and faithlefs Arts. 
 
 3 I long the wicked Race have known, 
 
 All Lyers from the Breafts and Womb. 
 Lyes in their Infant-Souls have room, 
 In Lyes their Elder years are grown. 
 
 4 Poor harmlefs things compared with thefe 
 
 Black poifonous Toads, and Serpents are, 
 Nor can the deafeft Afp compare, 
 With their hard-hearted Policies. 
 
 5 Afps fcorn the curious Charmer's Arts, 
 
 And all his Magic Cant defy,* 
 Thefe won't admit the Sufferer's cry, 
 No Tears can move their ftubborn Hearts. 
 
 Part 2* 
 
 4 Lord, break their Teeth, their dreadful Jaws, 
 Who, with a brutilh Force enrag'd, 
 Againft weak Innocence engag'd, 
 Confound the Poor and Righteous Caufe, 
 
 7 As Aiding Waters fmk and fail, 
 So Jet their Malice quickly dy : 
 And when they ht their Arrows fly, 
 *Let neither Bows nor Shafts prevail, 8 Let 
 
PSAL. WW]. 119 
 
 8 Let them, like Snails, when melting, waftc ; 
 
 Or like untimely Births decay, 
 
 9 And to thy ft or my Wrath give way 
 As Thorns before a fiery blaft. 
 
 10 The Righteous then fhall droop no more, 
 
 But God's all-righteous Vengeance view, 
 And all the Paths of Joy purfuc, 
 And wafh their feet in impious gore. 
 
 1 1 Then all the World convinced fhall fay, 
 
 44 The Juft are well rewarded now, 
 u A God at laft we muft allow, 
 " A God the lower World to fway. 
 
 Or th\ 
 
 HSy 
 
 1 W7^ en ^ 0U * n P r * vare C° ur *cils fit, 
 VV Are all your Counfe's juft ? 
 
 May Men to you their lives commit, 
 
 Or your Decifions truft ? 
 No wretched Men! your tainted Hearts 
 
 Iniquity pnrfue, 
 Your bloody Hands, and faithlefs Arts, 
 Make Earth her Groans renew. 
 
 3 I long their impious Race have known, 
 
 How from the Womb they ly'd, 
 Their Infant Years, to lalfhood prone, 
 
 Their Elder Age fupply'd. 
 Poor harmlefs things compar'd with thefe 
 
 Black poifonous Serpents are, 
 With their hard-hearted Policies, 
 
 Deaf Adders can't compare. 
 
 5 Adders defy the Charmer's Arts, 
 And all his Cant defy : 
 And thefe with unrelenting Hearts, 
 j • Throw off the Sufferer's cry. 6 Lord, 
 
<*'2o TSAL. Iviii 
 
 6 Lord, break their Teeth, their dreadful Jaws, 
 
 VVith brutifh force enrag'd, 
 Againft the Poor's affiifted Caufe, 
 And Innocence engag'd. 
 
 7 As Aiding Waters fink and fall, 
 
 So jet their Malice dy, 
 Nor Jet their ihiverd Bows prevai 1 , 
 Or broken Arrows fly. 
 
 8 Let them, like Snails, when melting, wafle, 
 
 Or hafty Births decay, 
 
 9 Or as Thorns to a fiery B.'afr, 
 
 To thy fierce Wrath give way. 
 
 io The Righteous then fhall droop no more, 
 But God's juft Vengeance view, 
 And waT: their I eet in impious Gore, 
 And joyful ways puriue. 
 II Then ail Mankind convinced Sa^UiQQf 
 The Juft are weU repaid. 
 A God to Rule the World muft be, 
 And his Commands obeyed. 
 
 Another Metre : As the old 1 15. Pre per Tun:. 
 
 i Hp H E Place wa- dark, 
 
 J_ And far remov'd from fear chin g Eyes, 
 No chearful Light 
 Could break x\\ impenetrable glpani, 
 
 No ilarry Spark 
 Could there the dark Cabal furprize, 
 
 But fallen Night 
 At once pofieiVd- the difmal room. 
 There fate SauSs Council, there their Piots they laid, 
 Their Souls more black than- Nights prevailing 
 
 ( ihade. 
 Vile Men, could you 
 There in a righteous Ballance weigh 
 
 • ~ The 
 
PSAL. lviij. ii^ 
 
 The Sufferer's Caufe, 
 And neither Love, nor Pride, nor Hate, 
 
 -Nor Malice {hew ? 
 Did all impartial Juftice fway 
 
 Your equal Laws ? 
 No Bribes an unknown Right create ? 
 Did you in that obicure retreat conclude, 
 God's piercing Eye your Thoughts and Actions 
 
 ( viewed. 
 
 2 Alas ! 'twas vain 
 
 To look for facred Juftice where 
 
 Triumphant Sin, 
 With. all its curs'd Attendance rcigh'd, 
 
 W here Hopes of Gain 
 Could barbarous \ iolence endear, 
 
 And all had teen 
 By fecret Wickednefs maintainM 
 Vet fuchyou all, great Gounfellers, have been, 
 The Slaves of Tyrants, and the Tools of Sin, 
 
 3 When born at firft, 
 
 To entertainthe World you ly'd, 
 
 And Fraud and Lyes 
 Your Thpughts, and Words, and Actions fill'd, 
 
 .With Poiibns nurlr> 
 Your Looks the BafilUk out«vy\l, 
 
 Your baleful Eyes 
 The Serpent at a diftance kiU'd. 
 f, t Deaf Adders fooner hear the Charmer's Art, 
 Then youi'd fupport the poor Afflicted Heart* 
 
 How (hall I pray ? 
 What Judgments on the Mifcreants call ? 
 
 • * Whofe Lion rage 
 Would all the trembling World devour ? 
 
 Thy Wrath difblay, 
 Great God, and make their Furies fall, 
 At once aflvvage 
 
 G Their 
 
Hi VSkh* Iviij. 
 
 Their Spire and clefolating Power. 
 Let all their Strength, like hafty Torrents, fly, 
 Which now o'rcflow, now fibk in Sands, and d'e. 
 
 7,8 ^ Snails melt away, 
 Confum d in their own unci uous flime. 
 
 When Mid-day's Sun 
 On them flioots down his pointed Hea& 
 
 Thofe Births decay 
 'Which Women loofe before their Time. 
 
 Shapes juft begun 
 And not by Nature's Hand compieat. 
 5 So let them wafte,all ftrength their Members leave, 
 Their broken Bows and Shafts their Hands deceive. 
 
 Rife mighty God, 
 Let thy impetuous Fury break 
 On their curs'd Heads 
 While yet they firmly itand and thrive 1 * 
 
 O let thy Rod 
 Thy Wrath with dreadful Lafhes fpeak ! 
 
 As Ruines fpread 
 When fiery Tempeits fiercely drive, 
 And thorny Woods with crackling Flames embraced 
 Are laid at once, in one fhort Moment, wade. 
 
 xo This Vengeance pafs'd, 
 
 The Sons of Heaven fhall droop no more, 
 
 But every Mind 
 With Joys furor; zing Raptures fwell, 
 
 Their Feet be wafh'd 
 In flowing Streams of finful gore. 
 ii Till Men refign'd 
 
 To powerful i ruth, with Praife fhall tell, 
 " God doubtleftreignshis care his Servants guard 
 u And all their Faith with endlefs Love rewards. 
 
 PS JM 
 
V S AL. lix. 123 
 
 PSAL. lix. 
 
 1 "lr^Rom all my Foes, dear Lord, and thofe 
 
 J7* ho fierce againft me ftand ; 
 
 a From Men of Blood, who hate the Good, 
 My Safety, Lord, command ! 
 
 3 For thofe who hate my Soul lay wait, 
 
 The mighty Men combine j 
 And all agree to murder me 
 For no Deferts of mine. 
 
 4 For no bafe Fafts , no lawlefs AcTs, 
 
 Their Bands my Life purfue; 
 For me thy Might then, Lord, excite, 
 And all my Dangers view. 
 
 5 Thou God of Hods, who guard' ft their Coafh, 
 
 For ifi'titTs Land declare ; 
 The Gentiles round in Wrath confound, 
 No Sins of Malice fpare! 
 
 6 Return d at Night like Dogs they fight, 
 And round the City go ; 
 
 And for the Prey they mifs'd by Day 
 Their fnarling Temper fhow. 
 
 7 Their very Words are piercing Swords. 
 
 For who can hear? they cry t 
 
 8 Let Scorn on all thofe Heathens fall, 
 With Smiles their Rage defy. 
 
 9 Since Force and Might againft me fight, 
 And God is kind and juft, 
 
 My Confidence in his Defence, 
 Shall ever firmly trulr. 
 11 o To me afford thy Mercies, Lord, 
 With them prevent my Woes, 
 
 IAnd 6 let me thy Vengeance fee, 
 On my infulting Foes ! 
 G 2 fat 
 
n± TSAL. lx. 
 
 Tart 1. 
 
 11 Lord, HI] them nor, left, foon forgot, 
 
 My People fin the more: 
 But, 6, difperfe, with Anger fierce, 
 Their Subfrance, and their Store ! 
 
 12 For all thoie Lyes their Hearts devife, j 
 
 And what their Tongues have told ; 
 Let all their Pride be mortify 'd, 
 
 Their perjur'd Minds controlled. 
 
 13 Thofe Brutes abhor r'd, in Anger, Xord, 
 
 Confiime, cbnfume them fo, 
 That they thy Grace to yrae'Ss Race, 
 And all the World, may know. 
 
 14 Returned at Night, like Dogs they'll fight, 
 
 And round the City prowl ■ 
 
 1 5 And long to eat, and get no Meat ^ 
 
 But murmur loud, and howL 
 
 16 Thy Strength Til zing, my God, my King ; 
 
 Thy Mercies early praife : 
 For in my Grief, their kind Relief. 
 My drooping Fancies raife. 
 47 I'll fpread, dear God, thy Strength abroad, 
 Thy Mercies itore difc'ofe ; 
 Till all have known from whence alone 
 My Jcind A fit fiance flows. 
 
 T SAL. lx. 
 
 1 /^ Whv fo difrant, LordJ fo far 
 V_^ om i\f*>/?% chofen Line 
 
 When in a fad definitive. War 
 
 So mighty Kings combine. ■ 
 See how our 'uembli ng Armies move, 
 ■When not revivU by i bee ; 
 
 Ol 
 
PSAL. I* ll S 
 
 O tet us now thy ancient Lave, 
 Thy former Mercies fee ! 
 . 
 
 2 The Land beneath thy Furies fhoofc, 
 
 Nor could its Fears conceal. 
 Oh, with thy kind refroring Look 
 Its difma' breaches heaJ ! 
 
 3 Hard Things thy People, Lord, have try'J, 
 
 To deadly Fears betrayM : 
 
 4 But now thy Banners, on their Side, 
 
 Are for tire Truth difplay'd. 
 
 $■ That thy Belov'd at large may live, 
 From Chains and Bondage free, 
 Let thy Right Hand Salvation give, 
 And hear and anfwer me.^ 
 6 God fpoke, and, in his Ho .inefv, 
 
 My Heart with Joys fupply'd r 
 And now I'll Si h »>\ Lands pofkls, 
 And Succotas Plains divide. 
 
 Gilcfid is mine, Matizffilr's mine, 
 
 My Head on E\>b>r.h>- : reirs r- 
 But Judtlfs Tribe, by Right Divine, 
 
 The Royaj Crown invefts. 
 Moab my meaneft Stave mal bz, 
 
 And B nm kiis my Feet ; 
 And Pa!c(fine y fubdu'd, thai me 
 
 With humbleft Tributes meet, 
 
 9 Who'Ji me through Cities fortify 'd, 
 And tvfo . *s Carriers, lead ? 
 io Lord, fha' n't thy lie'p, ib long deny'd, 
 Our marching Armies head * 
 
 1 1 Man's Help in -Troub'e's vain ; forme 
 Then, Lord, thy Aids ti'l'pofe. 
 
 12 Through God we\l bravely Avl, for He 
 Sha'l crufli our angry Foe*. 
 
 M G 3 Jmtke, 
 
ia<J PSAL. Ix. 
 
 Another Metre. As Pfil. m. proper Tune, 
 
 i \"X7"HY, Lord, are we rejected ? why 
 Vt Thus off in Anger thrown, 
 And wretched Daftards grown ? 
 O turn, and with a gentler Eye 
 All our late Difaiters view, 
 And thy ancient Loves renew ! 
 
 a Thy Anger fhook the trembling Land, 
 And made its Pillars bow : 
 O heal its Breaches now ! 
 
 3 On Thine, dear Lord, thy weighty Hand 
 
 Has a Thoufand Hardships brought, 
 And impos'd a deadly Draught. 
 
 4 But on thy Servants fide at lair 
 
 Thy facred Banner ftands ; 
 Thy Truth has arm'd their Bands, 
 And ail their pr effing Fears are pair. 
 
 5 Free that thy Belov'd may be, 
 O fupport and anfwer me ! 
 
 6 God's Oracle of Holinefs • 
 
 My Heart with Joy fupp^y'd: 
 FJj bich.m foon divide, 
 And Sve&tffa fertile Pkins poffcfs. 
 j GiUau's mine, M<rtt l if'..K too, 
 
 And what EohraivPs Strength can do, 
 
 Judah the Royal Crown mufl: wear. 
 3 The me'aneft Slaves, to me, 
 
 Shall W*Pf Ofl-fpring be : 
 And Edo?us Youth my ahooes ihall bear.. 
 Palcftinc, my conquering Feet, 
 With triumphant Garland mest. 
 
 ? Who 
 
VSJL. ixj. 
 
 9 Who, through Ilrong Forts, to EaW\<s Head, 
 Our trembling Bands will guide, 
 Or in our Camps prefide p 
 10 Thou, Lord of Hods, our Arm 
 
 Though of old we off were tHrown, 
 Now our Caufe and Armies own ! 
 
 x i In all our Streight.% &&& U S Lord * 
 For Man's poor Helps ar: vain, 
 i : Through God we'll Honour gain. 
 
 God's Strength to us lhall Strength aftor J 
 And his unre fitted Blows 
 Batter down our angry Foes. 
 
 PSAL. ixj. 
 
 i "] ' Ord, hear my Cries ; my Pray'rs attend * . 
 a JL/ From Earth's laft Quarters I 
 On Thee, though languifhing, depend f 
 To Thee, for Comfort, fly. 
 
 3 O Thou, my Help of old, my Strength 
 
 Againft fierce Enemies ! 
 Fix me on that high Rock at length, 
 Which all their Force defies ! 
 
 4 Within thy holy Houfe r my Reft 
 
 Beneath thy Wings lhall be : 
 
 5 For all my Vows, to Hcav'n addrefs'd, 
 
 Were kindly heard by The.;. 
 To thofe who fear thy Name, thy Grace 
 
 Shall larg* Poifeflions give * 
 
 6 The King lhall (1)11, before thy Face, 
 
 A Thouiand Ages live. 
 
 7 Let Truth and Mercy guard. his'Head 
 
 From ev'ry threatening Storm, 
 S And I his Praiie, in Songs, wifi fpread j 
 And daily Vows perform. 
 { G \ r$AL 
 
**S PSAJL Jxij. 
 
 PS XL. lxij. 
 
 X3 With humble Silence wait : 
 
 2 My Rock,. my Healdj ; who &t$ me high, 
 
 And then confirms my State. 
 
 3 How Ion £ fhail your bale Plots afTail 
 
 My Life s Your felves fha 1 ] fall ; 
 And like old tott'ring Fences fail, 
 Or Jike feme batter'' d Wall. 
 
 i They fain would thruft my Glories down T 
 t And aid in Lyes they grow : 
 Their Language .Oily. Blemngs crown, 
 Their Hearts xtitk Curies flow. 
 
 5 But itill on God, my Saviour, I 
 
 WitA htunbleft Silence wait t 
 
 6 My Rock, my. Health \ who fcts me higV 
 A*nd then kcurer my State, 
 
 /.-■■ 
 
 7 God's my Salvation, Glory, All 
 
 My Strength, my Hope, my Truft. 
 Pour out your. Hearts with faith ; 6 call; 
 
 On Him, ye firfTringTuft ! 
 Our God's a Guard, who ne'er -can fail 
 
 But Men are Vanity. 
 Nay, that againft 'em turVrS'the Scaler 
 
 They're all an empty Lye. ■ 
 
 Thofe Men by Providence deprefs'd, 
 
 And thofe exalted high ; 
 The Rich, the Poor ; the Worft, the Befh 
 Are al'.an empty Lye. 
 io O ne'er in Wrong nor FoVce confide,- ' 
 T^or fwe ling Thoughts difclofe ; 
 Nor on your Treafures multiply'd 
 Your careefs Hearts repole. 
 
 uOnct 
 
VSAL. Ixiij. nj> 
 
 ii Once GoJ hath fpoke, and twice have we 
 His Declaration heard, 
 That Might belongs to God, and He 
 Will tor his Might be fear'd. 
 12 And Mercy, Lord, is only thine, 
 And thy impartia' Hand 
 Will, as Men's various Works incline, 
 Their due Rewards command. 
 
 P S A L. Ixiij. its the ioc//;. 
 
 i TJEforethe Morning-blufhes rile, 
 JLjTo Thee, dear God, I Yiiz my Eyes 5 
 
 For thou alone my God malt be. 
 To Thee my thirlty Soul afpires ; 
 Thy Smiles my longing Heih defires, 
 Where I no Springs of Comfort fee. 
 1 As oft within thy holy P'ace 
 
 I met of old thy quick ning Grace, 
 Vd now thy. Strength and Glory view. 
 
 3 Mere Iwift than L ire, thy Mercies flow ; 
 And I with chearfu Lip* would fliow 
 
 Thy Works, 'thy ancient Praiie renew. 
 
 4 Thy Works, with EelTing* Yil proc'aiiri 
 Whi'e Life ihall lift • and in thy ; Name 
 
 My Hands and Heart devoutly raiie. 
 
 5 Sweet Marrow's Juice the Tale invites, 
 But more in Thee my Soul de ight ; 
 
 And Thee my joyful Lj'ps fhal praife. • ?1* 
 
 6 In Bed 1 think en Thee, dear Lord ; 
 Thy Loves I through the Night record, 
 
 And on thy Goodnefs meditate. 
 
 7 From Thee my Health and Safety fprings 5 
 And, fhadow'd by thy glorious Wings, 
 
 IM all thy Works with joy relate. 
 
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no psal. Ixivv 
 
 8 To Thee my fteady Sou! adherer ; 
 Thy Hand my ftrong Support appears. 
 
 9 But thofe who would my Life betray 
 Shall fink in Death's Eternal Shade : 
 
 10 Their Lives to cruel Swords be made, 
 
 And Wolves, and favase Beads, a Prey. . 
 
 11 Then ir* his God thz Kin 2 -'mall be 
 Exacted high ; the WcrMfhalliee 1 ~ 
 
 His flowing Joys : and all who fw ear 
 To him, mail in their Oardis be ble-iVd ; 
 And Lying Lips, with Shame fupprefs'd, 
 
 No mere to blaft his Crown appear, 
 
 7 SAL. ixiv. 
 
 i T Ord, hear my Voice in Pray'r; fecurc 
 I j My Life from angry Foes ! 
 
 2 From Sinners Plots 6 hide me fure, 
 
 And wicked Workers Blows ! 
 
 3 Sharp though they whet their temper'd Swords, 
 
 Their Tongues are fharper far; 
 And out they moot their bitter Words, 
 Like Shafts prepared for War, 
 
 4 In dark Retreats the Plotter lies, 
 
 To wound the perfect Heart ; 
 And> fearlefs, there, with bo'd Surprize, 
 He throws his deadly Dart. 
 < Mifchief y s their Life> to mifchief they 
 Encouragements apply ; 
 And talk of fpreading Snares, and fay 
 Who can our Snares defcry ? 
 
 6 Deep are their Heart?, their Counfels deep, 
 And a their Thoughts profound ; 
 And all a Search for Mifchief keep, 
 And praftife Mifchief found. 
 
 But 
 
PSJL. Ixv. i}t 
 
 7 But God, with more furprizing Darts 
 
 Their wounded Hearts fhall reach : 
 
 8 Their Tongues fhall lb on betray their Hearts y 
 
 Themfelves, themfelves impeach. 
 
 9 Aloof the wond'ring World (hall Hand ; 
 
 And all around, with Fear, 
 Acknowledge God's revenging Hand, 
 And al! his Afts revere. 
 ic Then mail the Juft in God rejoice, 
 
 Their Faith more ftrongly raife ; 
 And each good iVTan exalt his Voice, 
 To ling his Maker's Praife. 
 
 P S A L. Ixv. as the i ootb. 
 
 P Raife, Lord, in Sion waits for Thee; 
 To Thee our holy Vows we pay. 
 Thou hear' \\ us ; whence, in Mifery, 
 * To Thee tl\Q fuppliant World fhall pray, 
 
 3 My Sins are, Lord, too flrong for me : 
 
 13 ut Thou {halt ai my Sins forgive. 
 
 4 O nappy's he, whofe Eyes may fee 
 
 Thy Houfe, and in thy Pretence live : 
 
 When him Devotion kindly warms, 
 
 His inward purer Joys abound ; 
 His Soul with bleiYd Reigion's Charms, 
 
 Is in thy i acred Temple crown d. 
 
 5 What though a Thoufand Dangers rife 
 
 To us ? our fure Salvation fprings 
 
 From Thee : thy Flock for Shelter flie.s 
 
 To thy jffotetSihg Mercy's VVirigj 
 
 Fpi us d^dfeadft}JtKlgment*i80\S£ 
 
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iy~ TSAL. Ixv. 
 
 Whence all in Thee their Truft improve, 
 Where. Earth extends, or Water flows. 
 
 6 Thy Might the lofty Mountains rais'd, 
 
 And PowV thy wondrous Throne furrounds ; 
 And at thy Voice, the Seas, amaz'd, 
 
 Laid down their Billows roaring Sounds. 
 
 7 Thy Terrours fmooth the Wat'ry Plain, 
 
 And all the murm'ring Nations que]] ; 
 When ruffling -Storms difhirb the' Main, 
 And ftubborn Hearts with Madnefs fwelL 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 8 When earth isfhock'd, and Comets blaze, 
 
 And thy prodigious Signs appear, 
 
 At them the trembling Nations gaze, 
 
 And them at ut noil diftance fear. 
 
 The blufhing Dawn, the Morning-Skies, 
 
 Through all the World thy Praife proclaim , 
 
 And when Night's gloomy Shadows rife, 
 They celebrate thy glorious Name, 
 
 5) Thy Eyes the lower World furvey, 
 
 Thy Hand their various Need fupplies ; 
 Thy Dews and Rains prepare the Way 
 For Grafs, and Herbs, and Plants to rife. 
 
 What mighty Treafure*, Lord, haft Thou 
 Within thy wat'ry Chambers laid ? 
 
 Whence all our vaft Provifions now, 
 
 Our Corn ? and Wine, and Oil s conveyM. 
 
 jo The riling Grounds thy Fountains- make ; 
 Their wealthy Crops and Fatnefs yie.'d: 
 The lower Lands thy Smiles partake ; ■ 
 Thy EielTing warms the fpringing Field. 
 
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TSAL. lxvj. 133 
 
 1 The joyful Year, with Good nefs croum'd, 
 Owes all it> P'enty, Lord, to Thee : 
 Thy Clouds with fat'ning Drops »bound, 
 And we their large Production fee. 
 
 \i The barren Wi'ds the burning Sands, 
 Thofe coo' in g Drops in Seafon blefs : 
 The dancing Hillocks join their Hands, 
 And Mirth and Gratitude exprefs. . 
 
 13 Huge Flocks the fruitful Paftures yield, 
 
 Huge Crops the burthen'd Valleys bring ; 
 Joys eccho through the chearful Field, 
 And all their Maker's Praifes fing. 
 
 Another Metre, to the eld \o\th proper Tune. 
 
 1 TN SiWs b'efs'd Gates, 
 
 X Lord, Praife waits for Thee: 
 To Thee holy Vows 
 Shall juftly be paid. 
 
 2 Thy Goodnefs creates 
 
 AH our Confidence : we 
 By't mov'd in thy Houfe, 
 Our Petitions have made. 
 j 
 
 3 Man's impious Art 
 Againtt me prevails; 
 
 O purge, O remove 
 Our Follies away ! 
 
 4 How happy's his Part, 
 Whom. thy Mercy ne'er fails ! 
 
 Thy Choice can approve, 
 
 And thy Service can flay ! " ( 
 
 That Man in.rhy Sight 
 And Temple may d\Ve!J \ 
 
 Thy 
 
H% PSJ.L. hv. 
 
 Thy Altars draw near, 
 Thy Favours enjoy ; 
 
 And in Thee delight, 
 And be fatisfy'd well 
 
 With Goodnefs : and there 
 All his Service employ. 
 
 5 By terrible Things 
 
 In Righteoufhefs fhown, 
 Thou 'li anfwer our Cares, 
 
 Our Saviour to be. 
 Our Confidence fprinsrs 
 
 From thy Goodnefs alone : 
 Whence Strangers make Pray'rS; 
 
 And rough Sailers, to Thee. 
 
 6 The Mountains Hand, faft, 
 
 Fix d ffrongly by Thee j 
 Thy powerful Arm 
 Has girt 'em fecure. 
 
 7 Loud Storms are foon pafr. 
 
 For thy I ury, we fee, 
 Mad People can charm,. 
 And their Quiet procure, 
 
 8 Thy Wonders and Signs 
 
 All Nations alright, 
 Where Comets e'er blaze, . 
 
 Or Earth-quakes can tear, 
 The Morning, which ihines 
 
 And the dark gloomy Ni^ht,' 
 Rejoice in thy Praiie. 
 
 And thy Glories declare. 
 
 £ Thou viiit'it the Earth, 
 Its Waters abound ; 
 Vafl; Rivers, with Wealth, 
 The Countries o'eriicw : 
 
 
VSAL. lxvj. *3; 
 
 Thence Corn has its Birrh ; 
 
 And the Fie'ds, with it crown'd, 
 New Vigour and Health 
 
 On the Nations bellow. 
 
 !o The higheft ridg'd FieM 
 
 Thy Water partakes ; 
 The Furrows, Jaid low, 
 
 Are drenchM with the fame: 
 The Clods quickly yield, 
 
 Earth its Hardnefs forfakes ; 
 The Crops, which they fliow. 
 
 Then God's Blefling proclaim. 
 
 1 1 By Thee the rich Year 
 
 With Goodnefs is crown' d j 
 And al thy blefs'd Ways 
 Pure latnefs diftil ; 
 
 12 Rich PaOures appear 
 
 All the Defarts around < 
 All ecchoing Praife 
 
 From each neighbouring Hill. 
 
 1 3 Wi r h Thonfands of Sheep 
 
 he Rafture' are clad >, 
 The Valleys with Corn 
 
 Are cver'd quite o'r : 
 Hence Nature may keep 
 Now its Revels • and glad, 
 With Praife adorn 
 
 Both her Lord, and her Store. 
 
 J 
 
 P S A L. Ixvj. ai the ii}tb. 
 
 N God, 6 all ye Landr, rejoice ; 
 Let e'/ry Mans triumphant- Voice 
 Advance his Name, his Glories fing. 
 
 3 How 
 
i^ PSJL. Ixvy 
 
 3 How dreadful, Lord, thy Works appear ? 
 Thy Terrours make thy Foes, with Fear, 
 
 To Thee their forc'd Subrmfllons bring. 
 
 4 To Thee the Nations round fhall bend ; 
 Thy Name fhall in their Songs afcend 
 
 Above the Clouds, above the Skies. 
 $ Come, fee God's Operations here ; 
 How when his dreadful Works appear, 
 Their Terrours Humane Hearts furprlze. 
 
 T 
 
 6 When from ,Egyft/an Bondage He 
 His ifrarfs happy. Race fet free, 
 
 God through the Seas contriv'd a Road ; 
 Where, fencM by Watry Walls, they went 
 Safe o'er a fpacious Continent, 
 
 And all their Hearts with Joys o'erfldw'd. 
 
 7 God, by his Pow'r Eternal, reigns ; 
 His Look the Rebel-World reftrains, , . 
 
 And beats their fwelling Humours down. 
 
 8 O all ye ferious People, befs 
 
 That God, whole Name our Tongues confefs : 
 His Name wirji lofty Praifes crown. 
 
 o The Lord our Souls in Safety keeps ; 
 He never (lumbers, never fleeps ; 
 He ne'er permits oui Feet to Hide : 
 10 Yet, as the Silver's oft refin'd,. 
 
 When for the nobleir. Works deiign'd, 
 Our Sou's as oft his Hands havetry'd. 
 li We fell in ftrong, perplexing Snares ; 
 
 Our Strength funk down with weighty Cares : 
 Our Heads we bow'd to conqu'ring Foes. 
 I a But through Affli&ion's fcorching Heat, 
 Through Floods of Tears, thy Mercies great 
 Convey 'd us to a fweet Repofe, 
 
 4 Jean 
 
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PS AL. 'Ixvij. 137 1 
 
 Van 2. 
 
 ; My Thanks his Temple now ftialJ fee. 
 
 4 I'll pay my Vows, dear Lord, to Thee ; 
 
 My Vows in Times of Danger fign d. 
 
 5 My upright Mind, my Heart iincere, 
 My guiJfdefs Hands', /hall Favour there, 
 
 More than a Thoufand Oxen, find. 
 
 6 Come, hear me, all that fear the Lord \ 
 O hear, while I, with Praife, record 
 
 What for my Soul his Hands have wrought : 
 
 7 I Cry'd, his Name I rais'd on high ;. 
 
 8 Yet, had my Heart been faulty, I 
 
 His Smiles, alas ! had vainly fought. 
 
 Cod reads the inward Parts, and views 
 What Ways the righteous Soul purfiies, 
 
 And hears his carneft Prayers and Cries : 
 But Hypocritdr," whole various Arts. 
 Divide their glofing Tongues and Hearts, 
 
 Are odious to his piercing Eyes, 
 
 9 Hut God has heard my Pray'rs, and He 
 With ^avouV gently anfwer'd me,; < ; 
 
 Hi* Ears to my Petitions bow ? d. > * 
 « O I/efs'd be He, whofe gracious Ear , . r 
 His fupp'ian? Servants Pray'rs would hear, I 
 And Mercv to his Prav'rs allow'd ! 
 
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 And Mercy to his Pray'rs allow'd !.'.' 
 
 TS-AL. Ixvij. 
 
 
 T 
 
 O u^, with Mercy free, 
 Lord, fhew thy glorious Face; 
 O Jet thy happy Servants fee 
 
 Thy -Blefling, and thy Grace ! 
 That all the Ea»th may know 
 Salvation's certain Way, 
 Thy Truth to all the Nations fhow, 
 
 Thy laving Health difplay, 3 Let 
 
13$ PSAL. Ixviij. 
 
 3 Let all the World, 6 God, 
 
 Exalt thy glorious Name : 
 O let the Nations all abroad 
 
 Thy wondrous Praife proclaim f 
 
 4 To Thee, with loud Applaufe, 
 
 The governed World fhall fmg, 
 When Thou Ihalr all, by equal Laws, 
 To righteous Judgment bring. 
 
 5 Let all the World, 6 God, 
 
 Exa t thy glorious Name : 
 O let the Nations all abroad 
 
 Thy wondrous Praife proclaim t 
 
 6 Then fhall the fruitful Land 
 
 Its ancient Burthen mow ; 
 And on our felves, from God's free Hand, 
 Shall endlefs Bleifings flow. 
 
 7 Then God fhall blefs us all ; 
 
 And at his awful Feet, 
 With Fear the fartheft Tribes fliall fall, 
 And to his Laws fubmit. 
 
 PSAL. Ixviij. As the i oof A. 
 
 l V ET God arife, his angry Foes 
 
 JL/ Will quickly turn themfelves to Flight : 
 Their Malice cane his Wrath oppofe, 
 Nor bear the Terrcurs of his Sight. 
 
 i But as Sraoak flies. before the- Wind,. 
 As Wax diffolves before the Fire, 
 So Impious Men their Weaknefs find, 
 And, by his Frowns coniumM, expire. 
 
 3 But holy Men, with joyful Hearts, 
 Before their God fliali Fraifes ling. 
 
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PSJL. Ixviij. 139 
 
 Sing then, ye Saints; fing all your Parts; 
 Exalt the great Celeftia! King. 
 
 4 See where your God triumphant rides ; 
 
 His Name with boundlefs Glory mines. 
 In Him each raptar'd Soul confides, 
 / And gladly in his Praife combines. 
 
 5 For Widows Tears, and Orphans Cries, 
 
 God, like a Judize and Father, cares ; 
 
 6 Starves Rebels, makes the Captives rife, 
 
 And fills the lonefom Houfe with Heirs. 
 
 7 Lord, when thou led' ft thy People o'er 
 
 The barren Wilds, and Defarr-Lands, 
 Earth's Boibm ftrbhg Convulfions tore, 
 And Heav'n, diflblv'd at thy Commands* 
 
 8 A Thoufand Dewy Sweats diftiird;, 
 
 Nay, Sinai too, fupreamly blefs'd, ; 
 Great lfrae?s God with Terrours fiiPd, 
 
 With Light's immoderate Beams opprefs'd. 
 
 9 But cooling Dews, and fruitful Rains, 
 
 On thy exhaufted Canaan flow'd 5 
 10 Which now thy People entertains, 
 
 Thy GcodnelVon thy Flock beftow'd. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 1 r God gave the Word, and out in hafte 
 All Nature's ready Armies flew, 
 And fpoke God's Will j and as they pafs'd, 
 Did all oppo/ing Force fubdue. 
 
 2 God's Houfhold then, with Spoils, grew fair, 
 Of routed Hofts, and flying Kings ; 
 As Doves, which feem to cut the Air 
 
 With Silver Plumes ; and Golden Wings. 1 3 On 
 
1 10 VSAL. Ixviij. 
 
 13 On that great Dav, though b'ack before, 
 Among the Brick-Kilns newly laid ; 
 
 J4 They more than SXt'mtfs Whitenefs bore^ 
 When in his Snowy Robes array'd. 
 
 15 God's S:ov, h«jha>?s Pride out-vies * f 
 And God in S;:hS Hill delights. 
 
 16 Why then fhould other Hills defpife 
 What God's own Refidence invites? 
 
 * 7 A Thoufand Thoufand Chariots, fteer'd 
 By fiery Angels, round Him wait ; 
 As ones in 5 ;;x's Mount appear'd, 
 
 When there,, eritliron'd, his Glory fate. 
 
 18 Lord, when thou took'ft thy Seat on high, 
 
 Both Death and Hell were Captives Jed : 
 Thy Gifts made (rufeborn Hearts comply, 
 And Rebels own their facred Head. 
 
 19 O BlefsM be God, from Day to Day, 
 Who us with bounteous Goodnefs loads : 
 
 20 Our Saving Health, our Lord, our Stay, 
 
 Our Guide from Death's obfeure Abodes I 
 
 - 
 
 21 But firifiil Fools, histhoughtlefs Foes 
 God in their Heads, their Vitals, wounds. 
 
 til too, fays God, win* refcue thofe 
 
 Whom-S^W, or, the Sea, farrounds. 
 
 • 
 
 My Friends fhall live at large, and free ; 
 111 us'd, reftrain'd, opprefs'd no more. 
 [j Their Steps o'er breeding Foes Avail be, 
 
 Where Dogs fhall lick the ftreaining Gore. v 
 
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PS A I. lxviij. 141 
 
 Part 3. 
 
 14 My God, my King ; tliy glorious Ways 
 
 Are oft with awful Wonder view'd, 
 When in thy Houfe, on Holy Days, 
 Thou meet/ft the fuppliant Multitude. 
 
 15 Firfr all the charming Voices move, 
 
 Then thofe who touch the tuneful Strings; 
 The Damfels next their Fingers prove, 
 And loud the merry Timbrel rings, 
 
 16 Praife.God in all Aflemblles ; praife 
 
 Your God, 6 all of ffffffi Race ! 
 
 27 Let Benjamin his Anthems raife, 
 
 Whom firft the Regal Enfigns grace. 
 
 28 With Him Ut ludatfs Head combine, 
 
 And all the Tribes their Leaders bring, 
 Till Mid-land Tribes and Coafters join 
 And All theii Maker's Glories fmg/ 
 
 ap Strength, Lord,; on us thy Hand bellow* ; 
 
 O let our Graces Wronger be ? 
 30 While Strength from Salens 'Tempi* ffi^W, 
 
 Great Kings Ihall offer Gifts to Thee, 
 
 3 r Rebuke th* Egyptians Force ! confound 
 The Brutes, in XdoLworfliip ftrong j 
 Thofe who in Pride and Wealth abounds 
 And who for Wars and Tumults long. 
 
 To God then mighty Kings ihall fly ? 
 
 From %/>?, and Arabian Lands'; 
 And cati their Crowns and Sceptres by, 
 
 And raife to him their fuppliant Hands, 
 
 \2 Sing 
 
i+i VSAL. box. 
 
 ;: Sing, fing to God, fcis Praift oafctt, 
 
 His NtfjK j e« LVvhy Kiqgs adore. 
 j3 He rides above the SJrfes cff old, 
 
 Ana fpeaks in Thunders dreadrha: rol 
 
 ;4 Afcrire ::G;: ill Scrensrth and Might, 
 Who o're his ." •-.- *> Lc: presides, 
 Whoft Power, and whtik MajefHc hohr. 
 Abe : : . tlighefl Orb redae;. 
 
 i • Whit Terfcurs in tfcat licred Plac?, 
 - ■ ' 's Eternal God :;:r:o:::;d ! 
 The Saints h s M ghi and Courage grire, 
 His Xav.e (k (tiB v ttfc PraiiVcrJVrVd 
 
 ?5_fl. lx:x. 
 
 OSave me, L::d ! Thy Floods pra 
 The Floods my Strength controtxl. 
 
 2 The Mud, the rugged Waves a&il, 
 
 And fink my fai rtfiig S 
 
 3 To Tnee :hi ••• :::. '2 .:u :e I cry. 
 
 My Thr:a: grc •■•, hoarfe and dry, 
 My very E- ftrings crack, while I 
 On Thee km He"? rely, 
 
 d. More than my Hi::* r ncreafe, 
 
 And 'hey -.v.-. ; (s Hate, 
 
 Pu rfu e my Soal , in b - . z k m y P e 2 e B , 
 Are ftrong, and Fortunate. 
 
 Tc lay chair Sp :e, I paid ' ir/fl Care. 
 YVha: ne'er ...> aue rrc ;: me. 
 
 5 Tho'J. Lord, rr.y F , ac : are 
 
 My Fauhi cor.:. ... d :*: ;:r. Thee. 
 
 6 Thro me It: r.cre endt ::. 
 
 Who on :hy Love depend, 
 
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144 T.SAL, Ixix. 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 With Pitty vie.\v my mournful Cafe, 
 And eafe my difmal Woes, , 
 
 1 7 From me 6 nevsr hide thy lace, 
 
 When Sorrows round me dole. 
 
 18 Draw near, redeem my Sou] from thofc, 
 
 Who, in my Fall delight, 
 j o My frame, reproach, and all my Foes, 
 Are ever in thy fight, 
 
 20 Shame breaks, my Heart, my panting Soul, 
 
 For Comfort looks in vain^ 
 No Friends my' mournful State condole. 
 
 Nor feel mv dreadful 'Fain*-. 
 si They give me bitter Gail to eat, 
 
 Sharp Vinegar to drink, 
 zi But let thy Wrath their Joys defeat^ 
 
 Their fpiteful PJeafures fmk. 
 
 O let thy Curfe a deadly fnare, 
 
 Of all their Plenty make, 
 And when their Souls tor Mirth prepare,: 
 
 All M;rth their Souls foiul^. 
 
 23 O let their Eyes be 'dark, their Loins 
 
 With itrange Difea'es fhake, 
 
 24 T^H Wrath with utmoft Fury joins, 
 
 And they of both partake. 
 
 a 5 Let all their lofty Palaces, 
 
 Their' .Tents deferted ly, 
 %6 For they on thy "Affiittcd pre#, 
 
 And Wduncis to Wounds apply, 
 27 Punifh their Sins with Sins ; nor le: 
 
 Them Righteoufneis behold ! 
 
 aS Their 
 
PSAL. lxx. 145 
 
 i3 Their Names i'th 1 Book of Life unfer, 
 Nor with the Juft enroird. 
 
 29 But me, opprefs'd with mighty Woes, 
 
 Thy Healrh, dear God, lhall raife, 
 
 30 And Songs I'll to thy Name compofe, 
 
 And ever frng thy Praife. 
 3 1 And thefe fhall Thee, my God, much more 
 
 Than FirfTling Bul!ocks, pleafe. 
 32 The Humble, who thy Face implore, 
 
 Shall fee'r, and live at Eafe. 
 
 Joys fhall their happy Hearts pofTefs 
 
 At this triumphant Sight : 
 Their Souls fhall wondrous Mirth exprefs; 
 Their Lives, fupream Delight- 
 3 3 God hears the Poor and Bond-men call, 
 
 And fends Deliverance : 
 >4 Then let Heav'n, Earth and Seas, and all 
 Their Hofts, his Praife advance. 
 
 I God faves his own, and the}', in Peace 
 
 Within their Countries reft : 
 6 And there their happy Heirs increafe, 
 
 Who love their Maker beih 
 
 H 
 
 PSAL. Ixx, 
 
 "Arte, Lord ; -6 hafte to aid, 
 And fet thy Servant free! 
 ASiam'd let all thofe Fools be made, 
 Who feek to ruin me ! 
 With Shame confound them al 1 , 
 Who would my Life deftroy ; 
 And when they think I m like to fall, 
 Expreis unmanly Joy. 
 
 H 4 But 
 
H* PSAL, lxxj. 
 
 ^ But where Men feek thy Face- 
 
 Let conftant Joys refute : 
 Let thofe who love thy faving Grace, 
 Say, God be magnify 'd. 
 5 But I am weak and poor ; 
 
 O hafte to help me, Lord ; 
 And, as thou oft haft done before, 
 Thy fpeedy Aids afford ! 
 
 TSAL. Ixxj. 
 
 1 TN Thee, dear Lord, I only truft : 
 JL From Shame 6 keep me free ! 
 
 2 And, as thy Promifes are juft, 
 
 Hear, help and refcue me ! 
 
 3 Be thou my mighty Fortrefs, where 
 
 I, when opprefs'd, may fly. 
 Thou art my Rock, my Fort; in Fear 
 I on thy Word rely, 
 
 '4 Save me, my God, from impious Hands 
 
 From Fraud and Violence. 
 5 In Thee my Hope, my Safety ftands ; 
 
 My Lord, my Youth's Defence ! 
 ft I from my Mother's Womb, at firft, 
 
 By Thee was brought to light ; 
 Awf by thy Providence was nurs'd, 
 
 And in thy Praife delight. 
 
 7 Though I a Monfter feem to moft, 
 In Thee my Hopes are ftrong. 
 % O let thy Honour be my Boaft; 
 
 Thy Praife, my daily Song ! 
 9 Call: me not off when elder Days, 
 
 When Age comes creeping on : 
 O leave me not when Strength decays, 
 And youthful Years are gone ! 
 
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VSAL. Ixxj. 147 
 
 I o My Foes, who'watch my Soul, declare, 
 
 Where rhey in private meet, 
 
 I I See now how God withdraws his Care, 
 
 And leaves his Favourite ! 
 Up ! let us feize him now ; purfue 
 
 Where-e'er the Daftard flies : 
 He has, alas ! no Help in view ; 
 
 None to his Aid will rife. 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 rt Hafte then, my God ; to help me, fly ; 
 
 No more thy Helps delay ! 
 j 3 But let my Foes confounded lie ; 
 
 Their Spite, with Shame repay. 
 
 14 On Thee Fll frill with Patience wait, 
 
 And praife Thee more and more ; 
 
 15 And all thy righteous Afts relate, 
 
 And thy Salvation's Store. 
 
 Thefe aU Accounts fo far tranfccnd. 
 That none their Numbers know. 
 
 16 But, Lord, rilon thy Strength depend, 
 
 Thy Juftice on<y mow. 
 
 1 7 As taught by Thee from Childhood, I 
 
 Thy wond'rous Works have fliowqj 
 
 18 O let me not deierted lie, 
 When weak and ancient grown ! 
 
 Lord, leave me not when hoary Hairs 
 
 Invert: my aged Head : 
 Till to this Age, and future Heirs, 
 
 I Ve all thy Wonders read. 
 
 19 On. high thy righteous Aftions mine, 
 And great thy Judgments are. 
 
 WharBeingj Lord, though ' taiM Divine, 
 Can e'er with Thee compare? 
 
 H 2 20 Thou 
 
*4& PSAL. Ixxj. 
 
 .-so Thou fhcw'ft me mighty Griefs and VVpc5 
 
 Yet fhall thy Smiles revive ; 
 And from Earth's hollow Deeps below, 
 
 Prefent my Scul alive. 
 21 My Head thy Loves fliall greatly raife, 
 
 Thy Comforts guard my round : 
 si And I thy Truth with Songs fhall raife, 
 
 And Harp's melodious Sound. 
 
 *3 O 7/>WYholyGod, to Tfiee 
 
 My Lips will gladly ling ; 
 My Soul, redeem'd from Mifery, 
 Its Tribute- Praifes bring. 
 24 Thy Righteoufnefs my Tongue fliall trace, 
 And daily talk of thee, 
 Since they are cniflTd with dark Difgrace, 
 Who fought to ruin me. 
 
 FfaLji. As the tooth* or Mr. Sandys' j i'+th. 
 
 1 T Ord, to the King thy Judgments give, 
 1 _j Thy Juftice on his Son beftow, 
 
 z Then fhall the Wor d his Judgments know ; 
 The Humble, by his Juftice live. 
 
 3 Th|n thofe advanc'd to nobleft State 
 
 Snail all for publick Peace declare ; 
 The meaneft Officers, with Care, 
 Their Princes Goodnefs imitate. 
 
 4 He'll judge the Poor, their Ofr-fpring lave, 
 
 And break the bold OpprefTbr's Force. 
 While Sun and Moon maintain their Coiine, 
 His Fear fliall ev'ry Heart enftave. 
 
 5 
 
 _. 
 
 tg His Goodnefs, like Toft Rains and Uews 
 Which on the new-mown Grafs defcend, 
 
 7 Shall, 
 
VSJL. IXXIJ. l\rj 
 
 7 Shall to the Moon's hi 'I Age extend,. 
 And Peace, abundant Peace, diffiife. 
 
 8 The Righteous, in his happy Reign, 
 
 Shall thrive ; his mighty Empire ftretcfcr 
 As far as Lands or Waters reach, 
 Or farthefi: Springs their Streams maintain, 
 
 9 To Him th' Arabian Troops (hall bow ; 
 
 His Enemies the Dufl: embrace. 
 jo And $aba\ Kings,, to court his Grace, 
 Their ncbleft Gifts and Off'rings vow/ 
 
 The Ifles, the Continent, fhall fend 
 Their Kings, to kifs his facred Feet, 
 j i All Kings fhall in his Worfhip meet* 
 And Nations to his Service bend. 
 
 12 For He'll the praying Poor difcharge ; 
 
 Th' Opprefs'd, who no AfTiftance find. 
 j 3 He'll to the needy Soul be kind ; 
 And He'll the humble Heart enlarge. 
 
 14 From Violence He'll kt them free ; 
 
 From fhamelefs Fraud, and bafe Deceit. 
 And in his Sight in Va'ue great 
 The Blood of all his Saints fhall be. 
 
 15 Long fhall He live ; pure Gold as long 
 
 To Him th' Arabian Bands fhall pay ; 
 To Him th' obedient World fhall pray, . 
 And« Him with daily Bleflings throng. 
 
 16 And though his Truth at firft may feem 
 
 Of meaneft Worth, and fmalleft Force, 
 'Twill loon, with a refiltleis Courfe, 
 Command the wifer World's Efleem, 
 
 . 
 
 H 1 its 
 
150 FSAL. Ixxij. 
 
 Its Fruit to nobler Heighths fiiall grow 
 Than Lebanon's immortal Heads : 
 More thick than Grafs the Valleys fpreads, 
 
 Vaft Crouds fhall to his Do&rine flow. 
 
 17 His Name Eternity poiTefs'd, 
 
 Goa's Son, before reflecting Streams, 
 Threw back the Sun's firfr Infant-Beams ; 
 And in Him ev'ry Nation's bleiVd. 
 
 18 All Lands fhall blefs his facred Name. 
 
 O blefs'd be God, the mighty Lord, 
 Whofe Name old Jacob's Tribes record, 
 Who fe Name his wondrous Works proclaim ! 
 
 jp With Blefimgs let his Name be crown'd, 
 Till Time's run out ; and ev'ry Day 
 His Glories through the World difplay ; 
 And loud Amens, Amens refound ! 
 
 Another Metre > as Mr,; Sandys'* <>th* 
 
 Ord, let the King thy Judgments find ! 
 ^Enrich the Prince's Royal Mind^ 
 tor Crowns and Governments defign d. 
 
 2 Then fha'l He Sentence wifely give ; 
 Andfafe in his Prerogative 
 
 Shall all the Poor, Afflicted, live. 
 
 3 Then Righteoufnef>.and Peace fhall reign. 
 The mighty Men iii a 1 Peace maintain, 
 And juilice all die Vulgar gain. 
 
 4 He'll vindicate and fave the Poor, 
 And all their Race from Harms fecure : 
 But Tyrants muft his Wrath endure. 
 
 5 Him 
 
PS AL. Ixxij i;r 
 
 < Him all, from Age to Age Hull fear, 
 As long as Mid-day's Suns appear, 
 Or Moons the gloomy Mid-night chear. 
 
 6 Sweet be his Rule, and foft his Reign, 
 As gentle Dews which cool the Plain, 
 
 Or Show'rs which Grafs and Herbs mainrain" 
 
 7 The Juft fhall flourifh in his Days ; 
 Abundant Peace her Head fhall raife, 
 While Moons fhall fhine, or Stars fhall b'aze-. 
 
 8 His Empire fhall be vaft, and wide; 
 As far as Seas can feel the Tide, 
 
 Or Rivers flow, or Winds can ride. 
 
 9 In him th* Arabians wild fhall truft r 
 His Foes, beneath his Foot-irool thruffc 
 Shall fall, and humbly lick the Duft. 
 
 io Him fhall the Ifland-Kings obey ; 
 To Him Black ^Ethiopians pray, 
 And Offerings on his Altars lay. 
 
 i j Their Kings, by Truth convinc'd, fhall be: 
 His Servants, and his Slaves ; and He 
 All Nations at his Feet fhall fee-. 
 
 j 2 For He the poor Man's Cries fhall hear ; 
 The S'ufPrers and Afflifted chear, 
 When neither Help nor Friends appear, 
 
 1 3 He'll to the Weak in Want be kind ; 
 The humble and fubmiffive Mind 
 Shall always hi? Afliftance find. 
 
 Ha j 4 Where 
 
~up. PS AL. Ixxrij. 
 
 14 Where Exaud and Wrong triumphant 1 fcem; 
 He*~l ail their fainting Souls redeem, 
 
 And dear their precious Lives efteem. 
 
 15 Long may He live ; and long may they 
 To Him their Golden Tributes pay, 
 And daily piraife, and daily pray [ 
 
 v 6 Where little Hope or Seed was found, 
 Afay mighty Crops adorn the Ground ; 
 Like Libamts, with Cedars crown'd, 
 
 Their Towns, before with Widows 'fill'd, 
 A new and num'rous OfT-fpring yield, 
 Thick as the Grafs which fhades the Field, 
 
 1 7 To jHj'm may all the Nations hafte ; . . 
 His Name, with, endleis Bleilings grac'd, 
 Beyond the Sun, Eternal Jaft. 
 
 1 8 Blefs'd be the Lord, our God ! May He, 
 Whole wond'rous Works we daily fee, >• 
 Prais'd by his grateful Churches be ! 
 
 i^ Blefs'd, ever blefs'd his glorious Name! 
 May all the WorW advance his Fame ! 
 While we Amen, Amen proclaim ! 
 
 PSAL. Ixxiij. 
 
 x TT's true, God to his ifrtefs kind, 
 
 JL To thofe whofe Hearts are pure ; 
 2 Yet allrriy Confidence declin'd, 
 
 My Faith was fcarce fecure. 
 1 Envv, uneafie Envy gaind 
 
 'An Empire in my Bread, 
 To fee how impious Mad-men reign*d, >. 
 With Peace and Plenty blefsU . 
 
 4 No 
 
PSAL. IX'xiij. 155 
 
 4 No racking Pains their Deaths fore-fhowM, 
 Their Strength no Sicknefs broke : 
 
 i They never bore Grief's common Load, 
 Nor felc God's angry Stroke. 
 
 6 Hence are they crown'd with haughty Pride^ 
 
 And rob'd with Violence: 
 
 7 Their Looks are high ; theii Lulls fupplyM, 
 
 Beyond their utmofl: Senfe. 
 
 8 They in exceffive Leudnefs walk, 
 
 And in Oppreffions boaft ; 
 And with their thund'ring lofty Talk 
 O'er-awe the neighb'ring Coaft. 
 
 9 Nay, Heav'n it felf their Words defy, 
 
 And trembling Earth fubdue : 
 jo And, while they make their Treafures fly, 
 Allure the hungry Crew, 
 
 u And yet they cry, " Can God above 
 u Our iecret Pratt ice know ? 
 " Can God our gallant A&s reprove, 
 u Or greater W ifdom Ihow ? 
 ia Such are the wicked Workers, who 
 Can, with a profp'rous Gale, 
 And ftill increafing Riches, through 
 The World's rough Ocean fail; 
 
 Vart 2, 
 
 1 3 This I obferving, fondly cry 'd, 
 
 " I 've cleans'd my Hands in vain ; 
 11 In vain my Heart I purify'd, 
 " And Innocence maintain. 
 
 14 " In vain, alas ! my ftrugling Luft 
 
 " IVe daily mortify 'd; 
 " And grovel'd in Affliction's Duu\ 
 M By {harp Temptations try\L. 
 
 H 5 J5 But 
 
If i VSAL. Ixxiij. 
 
 15 But foon I this Reflection made, 
 " Should I fuch Thoughts embrace, 
 
 i( l muft God's Providence upbraid, 
 " And damn his chofen Race. 
 
 16 In vain I trod, without a Guide, 
 The dark, perplexing Maze : 
 
 In vain by Reafon's Methods try T d 
 Thy Wifdom's fecret Ways \ 
 
 17 Till I could to thy Holy Place. 
 With humble Thoughts, afcend ; 
 
 And there their wretched Fortunes trace, 
 
 And read their difmal End. 
 iB Oh, on whatfl:p r ry Ground they Hand f 
 
 How quickly ruined all ! 
 r9 And, cruftYd by thy deftroying Hand, 
 
 With Terrours wafted, fall ! 
 
 23 As Dreams fly off from drowzy Eyes 
 When Sleep the Man forfafces, 
 So Thou their Image fhalt defpife 
 When once thy Fury wakes. 
 2 1 Thus now my Thoughts are fatisfy'd, 
 Though long perplex'd before ; 
 Though Grief did then my Heart divide-, 
 And Pains my Bofom tore. 
 
 Fart 3. 
 
 ii Such Ignorance and Folly then 
 
 My untaught Soul betray'd 1 
 
 And I, beneath the Rank of Men, 
 
 With fenfelefs Beafts was laid. 
 
 23 I fee I'm always new with Thee ; 
 Thy Hand my Life fupports : 
 
 24 Thy Counfels, Lord, my Guide fhall be, 
 To thy All-glorious Courts. 
 
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PSAL. fxxiv. i £5 
 
 2$ On whom but Thee, dear Lord, above, 
 Can my AfTeclions be ? 
 And none on Earth my Soul can love ; 
 O none, compar'J with Thee ! 
 
 26 Though here my Flefh my Heart decline^ 
 
 Thy Strength my He.nr fupplies. 
 Thou art my God, my Part Divine, 
 When Time, expiring dies. 
 
 27 Loe, thofe whofe vain AfFeftions rove 
 
 From Thee, fhall fink, and die : 
 Thofe Fools who doat, with wanton Love, 
 On curs'd Idolatry. 
 
 28 But wken I draw to God, how nigh 
 His flowing Mercies are ! 
 
 On Him I Ve hVd my Truflr, that I 
 Might all his Works declare. 
 
 VSAL. Ixxiv. 
 
 1 f*\ Why thus abfent, Lord ! Shall we 
 V_y No more thy Smiles obtain ? 
 Shall thy poor Flock eternally 
 
 Thy Fury's Weight fuftain ? 
 
 2 O think on thofe redeem'd of old ; 
 
 Thofe Lands, by Thee pofTefs'd : 
 With Pity Sim % $ Mount behold, 
 
 Which once thy P'refence blefs'd i 
 
 3 O Thou Eternal God, to eafe 
 
 Our Defolarions, hafte ; 
 For cruel Foes thy Temple feize, 
 Thy facred Dwellings w 7 a(re. 
 
 4 Hark! how their Bands, infulting, roar, 
 
 Where thy Aflemblies met ! 
 And their triumphant Banners o'er 
 Thy mournful Altars ftt £ 
 
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 5 When fafe thy glorious Temp -e ftood, 
 
 The curious Carver rais'd 
 Rare Figures on the yielding Wood, 
 For Art and Sofrnefs praised. 
 
 6 But now thofe noble Works are all 
 
 By barbarous Axes fpoil'd : 
 
 7 In Flames thofe facred Buildings fall, 
 
 With ruin d Heaps defif d. 
 
 % Nay, in their cruel Hearts they fay, 
 Let's all at once deftroy ! 
 And on each Place of Worfhip they 
 Devouring Flames employ. 
 9 We fee our Myftick Signs no more ; 
 No Prophets fpeak thy Will : 
 And none our Term of Woes explore, 
 By Wifdorns facred Skill. 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 jo How long, Lord, fhall Reproaches rife 
 From thy infultin? Foes ? 
 How long fhail horrid Blafphemies 
 Thy glorious Name expofe? 
 j i Roufe, Lord, thy Might ! make bare thy Arm ! 
 Stretch out thy dreadful Hand ! 
 Their bloody Infolence alarm ! 
 
 And their Defigns withfland ! 
 
 i a For Thou'rt our King of old ; from Thee 
 The World's Salvation flows : , 
 To Thee its ancient Liberty 
 
 Poor Jacob's Portion owes. 
 j 3 From Thee, of old, the parting Seas 
 With fudden Hade recoifd 
 And Ijrael, marching through, with Eafe i ] 
 The ranfack'd Ocean fpoiiU 
 
 i 4 Tvrd 
 
P S A L. Ixxiv. r $y 
 
 ?4 TTwas there the furious Monarch's Heat, 
 
 In mighty Waters, dy'd : 
 Nor wou d the rolling Waves retreat 
 
 From Pharaoh's haughty Pride. 
 The King, his Lords, his Troops were thrown 
 
 Around the Purpe Shore ; 
 A Prey to Wolves and Vultures grown, 
 
 But to be fear'd no more, 
 
 i^ Thy Word unfeal'd the Springs, and made 
 The Rocks their Waters yield : 
 And through old lorciay?s Bofom laid 
 A fpacious, Sandy Field. 
 
 1 6 Thou bid' ft the fmiling Morning rife, 
 
 And draw 1 ft the gloomy Night ; 
 And mak'ft the Sun adorn thQ Skies, 
 The Moon advance her Light. 
 
 1 7 Thy Hand has fix'd Earth's utmoft Bounds, 
 
 With winding Seas embrac'd : 
 And Heat, and Cold, in Yearly Rounds, 
 Thy wondrous Wifdom plac'd. 
 1 3 Such were thy wondrous A£h of old : 
 O now revive the fame ! 
 Since Foes in Scorn thy WifEom hold,, 
 And Fools blafpheme thy Name* 
 
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 ; 19 Thy mournful Turtle, Lord, no more 
 To cruel Hands refign ; 
 Nor pafs the poor Afflifted o'er, 
 As if they ne'er were thine.. 
 20 ihy ancient Covenant re-ca]] r 
 
 With our blefsM Fathers made;. 
 For Rapine now our Quarters all, 
 And barb'rous Force invade. 
 
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i^S PSAL. IxxvV 
 
 2 r To Thee alone thy SuiFVers cry ; 
 
 Dear Lord, remove their Shame ; 
 And, though in Woes and Poverty, 
 They'll frill exalt thy Name. 
 
 22 Rife, Lord ! thine own great Caufe maintain ! 
 
 Think how the fcomng Crew, 
 How Fools each Day, with deep Difdain^ 
 Thy glorious Name puriiie. 
 
 23 Oh, ne'er forget th'infulting Voice 
 
 Of thy triumphant toes ! 
 Who Thee, with fierce advancing Noife, 
 And growing Spite, oppofe. 
 
 To Father , Holy Ghrf, and Sort, 
 One Ged, in Perfons Three, 
 Be Glory pata f and Homage done, 
 
 Through all Eternity. 
 
 PSAL. lxxv, 
 
 j 'TT^O Thee, great God, to Thee, 
 
 JL We offer Thanks and Praiie ; 
 Thy Goodnefs we fo near us fee, 
 
 In ail thy wond'rous Ways. 
 2 When I, at thy Command, 
 
 The Royai Crown flial; wear, 
 Through ail the Land my righteous Hand 
 ^ With Justice Audi appear. 
 
 * See what Convu'fions make 
 
 The Tribes, and all the Lands !' 
 And when they make, I only make 
 Its Pillars firmly Hand. 
 4, I faid to tools, of old, 
 
 O cait your Follies by! 
 I Sinners told, O be n't fo bold, 
 
 Nor let your Horns on high ! 5 N e 
 
VSAL. lxxvj. i?9 
 
 5 Ne'er fct your Horns fo high, 
 
 With iuch a lofty State ; 
 Nor ftubbornly your God defy ; 
 
 Nor fo perverfely prate ; 
 C For Pow'r and great Renown, 
 
 Not Chance) but God beftows : 
 
 7 He gives the Crown, and he c.ifts down 
 
 Who Juftice only knows. 
 
 8 Ne'er ftrive, with God to fight ; 
 
 He holds the deadly Bow! ! 
 The dreadful Sight may weil affright 
 
 The wretched guilty Soul. 
 What horrid Drugs compound 
 
 The Crimfon baleful Draught ! 
 The Nations round, as guilty found, 
 
 To th 1 very Dregs are brought. 
 
 9 But Hill I'll praife the Lord j 
 
 To 'Jacob's God I'll fing : 
 And my fharp Sword, o'er thofe abhorr'd 
 For wicked A&ions, bring, 
 io I'll make their Stiffnef bend, 
 
 While a>l the Juft around, 
 Through God. their Friend, mall high afcend, 
 With Mirth and Glory crown'd. 
 
 Tfa /.lxxvj. as the t$tb. eras Mr Sandys s ,\.yt %- 
 
 i /^ O D\s Name in Judatis known, 
 %^£ It's great in ifi&l : 
 
 2 His Houfe in S^t m r s mown ; 
 His Smiles on Stop dwell; 
 
 3 For there his Stroke, 
 Swords, Bows and Shields, 
 For Martial Fields, 
 
 And Arrows broke. 
 
 4 Thy 
 
i6o TSAL. Ixxyj. 
 
 4 Thy glorious Name's more bright 
 
 Than theirs, whofe numerous Bands 
 In Violence delight, 
 
 And fpoil their Neighbours Lands ; 
 
 Who proudly boaft, 
 No Force can (ray 
 Their conquering Way, 
 Or guard our Coaft 
 
 5 But Defolation now 
 
 Their daring Hearts attends ; 
 And on each drowiie Brow 
 An heavy Sleep defcends. 
 
 The Men of Might 
 Grope, but in vain,. 
 Their Swords to gain, 
 In that dark Night. 
 
 i At thy Rebuke they fall ; 
 
 And Horfe and Charriot lie, 
 Profoundly bury'd all, 
 In one deep Lethargy. 
 7 Thou, on'y Thou, 
 
 Defer v' ft our Fear : 
 For, who can bear 
 Thy angry Brow ? 
 
 jj When we thy Judgments heard, 
 
 With Terrours from the Sky, 
 The World, to what it fcar'd- 
 
 Submitted fi : entl>\ 
 9 Then God arofe, 
 
 To fave and feek 
 
 The patient Meet,. 
 
 • Aad crufh their Foes, 
 
 I 
 
 30 Man? 
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P.SAL. Ixxvj. x6r 
 
 10 Man s hotted Wrath thy Name, 
 
 Great God of Hods, fliall praife : 
 And though the raging Flame, 
 With fpreading Fury, blaze ; 
 Yet fuddenly 
 ' Their Rage, reft rain d 
 By thy jufl: Hand, ^ 
 Shall fink, and die. 
 
 ii Ve who the Lord adore, 
 
 Your Vows before him lay ; 
 And what was vow'd before, 
 With grateful Gladnefs pay. 
 
 To that great King, 
 Whofe angry Brow 
 Aws all be'ow, 
 
 Your Off'ring bring. 
 
 12 For his vi&orious Arm, 
 With unrefifted Force, 
 Fierce Monarchs Qiall difarm, 
 
 And ftop their head-ftrong Courfc 
 
 His Awful Frown 
 Strange Terrour brings 
 On Earthly Kings, 
 And cafts them down. 
 
 Another Metre, applied to our own Cafes in 
 this Nation. 
 
 GO D's Name T th' Britijh Ifles is known, 
 And is in E>%land great : 
 BleiVd England is his happy Throne, 
 
 His highly favour'd Seat. 
 Here, with his pow'rful Arm, He broke 
 The Bow, the Sword, the Shield : 
 His Word alone, without a Stroke, 
 
 Secur'd the Martial-Field. 
 5 4 Though 
 
i6i PSAL. Ixxvij. 
 
 4 Though mighty Tyrants mighty Fame 
 
 With Scandal mix'd, may gain, 
 Yet, Lord, thy more illuirrious Name 
 No bafe Reproach can flain. 
 
 5 But fudden Defolations now 
 
 Thofe daring Hearts purfue ; 
 And Sleep on ev'ry drowfie Brow 
 Diftils its weighty Dew. 
 
 In vain, alas! the Man of Might 
 Dreams o'er his former Broi ; s ; 
 
 In vain i' th' Dark he flxives to fight, 
 And for a Conquefl: toils. 
 
 6 At thy Rebuke, great God, they fall ; 
 
 And Horfe and Chariots lie 
 Confounded quite, and bury'd All 
 In one deep Lethargy. 
 
 7 Thou, only Thou, art juftly fearM : 
 
 Thy Fury, who can ftand ? 
 
 8 When we thy Heav'nly Judgment heard. 
 
 It hufhM the trembling Land. 
 
 9 When God, the patient Meek to fave, 
 
 With Rifing Judgment reign'd, 
 io To Him Man's Rage new Glories gave, 
 And He their Wrath reitrain'd. 
 
 ii O ye, who Britain s Lord adore, 
 Your Vows before him lay ! 
 And what your juft Engagements bore, 
 With grateful Gladnefs. pay. 
 12 Your OfFrings make to Him, whofe Frown 
 Refiftlefs Terrour brings ; 
 Bold Princes daunts, and batters down 
 The proudefi: Earthly Kings. 
 
 PSA. 
 
PSAL. Ixxvij. 
 
 TO God I cry'd, I ftrongly cry'd ; 
 And He receiv'd my Pray'r. 
 The Lord, when by Afflictions try'd, 
 
 I fought with earneft Care. 
 All Night my wretched Soul was pain'd, 
 
 With mighty Woes opprefs'd ; 
 And Sorrows, unrefifted, reignd 
 In my afflicted Breaft. 
 
 On God I fix'd my thoughtful Mind, 
 
 But was perplex'd the more : 
 My Soul, to fad Complaints refignM, 
 
 Its Burthen hardly bore. 
 Thy Terrours hold my wakeful Eyes, 
 
 And banifh needful Sleeps. 
 My wretched Soul Grief's ftrange Surprize 
 
 In heavy filence keeps. 
 
 I all my former Years furvey'd, 
 
 Thofe happy Days of old : 
 Thofe Songs, in better Seafons made, 
 
 Which God's great Name extoll'd. 
 Diffractions (till, by Nights, by Days, 
 
 ConfusM my weary'd Mind : 
 I mus'd, and fought the fecret Ways 
 
 Of Providence to find. 
 
 But mil unfatJsfyM, I cry'd, 
 " Is God for ever gone ? 
 
 8 Will God his P reft nee always hide, 
 
 " His former Lo/es difown ? 
 
 9 What ! Are his Days of Mercy paft ? 
 
 " His facred Promife void ? 
 " I lis Smiles with angry Clouds o'er-caft ? 
 " His Goodnefs all deftroy'd ? 
 
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164 PSAL. lxxvij. 
 
 ;e At lair, I faid, " My Follies all, 
 
 u Thefe faithlefs Thoughts create^ 
 " But God can yet my Hopes recall, 
 
 " And change my mournful State. 
 
 Tar: 2. 
 
 i 1 Fie now thy ancient Aftions, Lord, 
 
 Thy Miracles of old. 
 j 2 And all thy wondrous Works record, 
 
 Thy wife Defigns unfold. 
 
 1 3 Thy Ways, tho' dark to Humane Eyes. 
 
 Are holy, Lord, and pure. 
 What God with Thee in Greatnefs vyes, 
 Or can thy Frow r ns endure, 
 
 14 Thy Works fo many Wonders are, 
 
 Thy Might the Nations know. 
 
 1 5 Thy Arms bleft Freedoms welcome Air, 
 
 On J. nob's Race beftow. 
 %4 The Waters, Lord, the Waters faw 
 Thy Face, and parting fled. 
 The Deeps with one prodigious flaw 
 Difplay'd their fandy Bed, 
 
 17 The Land unceafing Rains o're-flow'd, 
 
 At thy commanding Voice, 
 The pointed Lightnings went abroad, 
 With Thunders roaring noife. 
 
 18 Thy ratling Thunders roar'd around, 
 
 And ltreaks of difmal Light 
 Shot thro* the Air ; the trembling ground 
 Quak'd with the dreadful fright. 
 
 19 Thy Road was thro' the Seas ; thy way 
 
 Thro' mighty Waters made, 
 Thy fecret Paths could none furvcy, 
 Or where thy fteps were laid. 
 
 20 Moft 
 
PSAL. Ixxviij. X-'.; 
 
 to Mtfcs and /farm thro' the Deep, 
 And trickles Deferts lead 
 Thy Tribes, and them, like tender flieep, 
 Securely kept and fed. 
 
 PSAL. Ixxviij. 
 
 MY People mark my Precepts well, 
 Your Ears to my Difcourfes bow, 
 I My mouth mail weighty Matters tell, 
 And Truths obicure and ancient fhow. 
 
 ; Which we their happy Sons have known, 
 From what our hoary Fathers told. 
 
 . That we with Praife to all our own, 
 Might God's miraculous Afts unfold, 
 
 God gave his Laws to J/rcofs race, 
 
 And bade our Fathers teach their Seed, 
 
 That each descending Age might trace 
 His Will, and his Injuninons heed. 
 
 That fo hisTacred Worfliip might, 
 Unmix'd from Age to A^ge deicend. 
 
 All fruit in God, and with de'ight, 
 His Works declare, his Law* attend. 
 
 That they their Father's Guilt might fly, 
 Whole Hearts perverfiy falfe rebelled, 
 
 Let God's prodigious Wonders dy, 
 
 And neither Faith nor Confidence held. 
 
 What broke arm'd Ephmim's Archers ? what 
 So curnd their coward Backs in tigut ? 
 God's Covenant they quite forgot, 
 And from his Laws began their flight. 
 
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1 66 PSJL. Ixxviij. 
 
 1 1 They foon forgot his tender Care, 
 
 And all his mighty Wonders fhown ; 
 
 12 Which JEgypfs Ruines (till declare, 
 
 And Zoarfs fields have dearly known. 
 
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 j 3 He led them thro' the parted Seas. 
 While all the crouding Waters gaz'd, 
 
 14 His Cloud by Day contrived their eafe, 
 
 By Night bright Flames before them blaz'd. 
 
 1 5 He burft thj^defert Rocks, and thence 
 
 Sweet Waters as from Fountains drew, 
 
 16 Made Springs from ftubborn Flints commence 
 
 Which foon to fpacious Rivers grew. 
 
 17 Yet they, who faw if, trefpafs'd ftill 
 
 And in a Defart hungry Land, 
 
 18 Ask'd Meat aloud to eat their fill. 
 
 Yet queftion'd God's Almighty Hand. 
 
 19 To urge his Wrath, the fairhlefs Crew, 
 
 Thus, with a taunting boldnefs, faid, 
 *- Can God his Wonders here renew ? 
 u Full Tables in a Defert fpread ? 
 
 10 u He fmote the Irony Rocks indeed, 
 
 " And out the wholefom Waters broke : 
 " But can his Magick Rod proceed, 
 u Will Bread and Flelh attend the frroke ? 
 
 a 1 With Anger God their murmur ings heard, 
 And at them foon his Fury fmok'd, 
 
 22 When ifraeSs feed fo falfe appeared, 
 
 And faithlefs Fools their God provoked. 
 
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P SAL. lxxviij. i6j 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 t-3 To try them more, He bade the Skies, 
 From their unbounded Treafures rain, 
 
 14 Streight heavenly Wheat before them lyes, 
 
 And taftful Manna fills the Plain. 
 
 15 The Bread of Angels there they find ; 
 
 To glut their hungry Appetite, 
 
 16 Then God commands the Eaftern Wind, 
 
 And Southern fruitful Gales excites, 
 
 27 Lefs Dull: in rapid Whirlwinds flies. 
 
 28 Then Flefh within their Trenches rain'd, 
 Lefs Sand around the Ocean lies, 
 
 Then Fowls about their Tents remain'd, 
 
 29 They fed, and fili'd themfelves, and He, 
 
 On them their utmoit wiih beftow'd : 
 
 30 But they no inward Guilt could fee, 
 
 Nor feel their Lufts confounding load, 
 
 3 j Hence, e'er their Meat was down, their Pride 
 God with a difmal blair furpriz'd, 
 Their nobleft Youth, and Princes dy'd, 
 All to his Anger facrifie'd. 
 
 ;2 Yet unreclaimed from finful Ways, 
 
 They'd ftill his wondrous Works oppofe, 
 
 53 And He conlum'd their Years and Days, 
 In fading Joys, and lading Woes, 
 
 ;4 If Death among their Armies flew, 
 
 For God they'd feek, to God they'd fly, 
 
 \$ Then God wax a ] l their Strength they knew, 
 Their great Redeemer, God raoft high. 
 
 37 Their 
 
"i£8 PSAL. Ixxviij. 
 
 36 Their God with fawning Tongues they prov'c 
 
 With lying lips to Him they pray'd, 
 
 37 But frill their Hearts perverfly mov'd, 
 
 Their Hearts their faithlefs Works betrayed. 
 
 38 Yet He forgave their Sins, and fpar'd, 
 
 Their Tribes, and laid his Anger by ; 
 
 39 He knew they common Frailties fhar'd, 
 
 Would quickly change, and quickly dy. 
 
 Part 4. 
 
 40 How oft in defert Lands they mov'd, 
 
 And urg'd, and vex'd his Heavenly mind ! 
 
 41 How oft, relaps'd, his Patience prov'd, 
 
 And Ifraa's Holy God conrin'd I 
 
 42 They quite forgot that powerful Hand, 
 
 Which them from flaviih Bonds redeemed, 
 
 43 When Zoans Field, and JBgffft Land, 
 
 With dreadful Signs and VVonders teenVd. 
 
 44 How Fie their p^eafant Waters chang'd, 
 
 To naufeous Blood, and myftick Gore, 
 
 45 Mix'd Swarms in all their Quarters rang'd, 
 
 And Frogs their Royal Chambers bore. 
 
 4<5 Their Fruit-tree^ blading Whirlwinds peefd, 
 And Loculrs all their Toils enjoy'd, 
 
 47 Their Vines, Figs, Cattel, and the Field, 
 
 48 Hot ftorms of fiery Hail deftroy'd. 
 
 49 Since ftill the ftubbom Land rebefd, 
 
 With fiercer flames his Fury glow'd ; 
 And as his burning Fury fwell'd, 
 The Coals malignant Angels blowM. 
 
 Jhid 
 
SAL. ixxviij. i6y 
 
 Thick thro' the folid Dark they flew, 
 With horrid fhrieks, and difmal Cries, 
 
 And laid Hell's end efs Pains in view, 
 before their Intellectual Eyes. 
 
 No Torch, no Star, no iMiddays Beams, 
 No peaceful Thought, no comforts Light, 
 
 But Ghcfts with frightful Howls and Screams, 
 Could pierce tlf unfathomable Night. 
 
 No fleep could feal their labouring Eyes, 
 But dreadful Dreams of fo lowing Woes, 
 
 And roaring Storms, and rattling Skies, 
 And trembling Earths cpnvuliive throws. 
 
 Tart f f 
 
 Wh're thus with weighty G'oom o're thrown ; 
 
 Lofr ^yp' lay ; God's dreadful Hand, 
 Heavy with ripening Vengeance grown, 
 
 Doe^ newer Wounds and Plagues command . 
 
 Now a thick peftilential-Air, 
 Is raisM from late corrupted Gore, 
 
 And fullen Stars malignant glare, 
 And Locufls rotting round the fhore. 
 
 From Fens and Bogs, and poifonous Lakes, 
 And what rank venemous Weeds pvodu:e, 
 
 From Scorpions, Bafimks and Snakes, 
 And Toads and Hemlocks baleful juice. 
 
 A'l thefe in One, with dead'y skill, 
 
 Infernal Spirits temper lure • 
 That every Atonies fjree may kill, 
 
 And neither Art, nor Nature, cure. 
 
 
 Obc 
 
' i7 c T SAL, Ixxviil 
 
 Out ftreigfit t^rriaftfled fSkhael flies, 
 
 A thoufand Spirits round him wait, 
 And on his Spear the mixture tries 
 And loads it with' refiftlefs Fate. 
 
 51 No wretched Shed, nor homely Stall, 
 
 Where Men repos'd, or Beafts were laid, 
 But Death at once attack' d 'em all, 
 And one continued Slaughter made. 
 
 The firlVborn Prince, the firil-born Slave, 
 Of Flocks and Herds the Firftlings dy'd, 
 
 Each Floor aflign'd its Heir a Grave, 
 Each" Roof entomb' d its Owner's pride. 
 
 With dying Shrieks, and XJrcans, and Cries, 
 , The frighted Hills and Walls refound, 
 All /F'lyp: now in mourning lies, 
 In Sorrows bound !efs Ocean drown d. 
 
 Tart 6. 
 
 52 But while Heaven's warlike Prince at large, 
 
 Thus ravag'd ail the fin f til Land, 
 God of his IJrael tock the Charge. 
 And led them with a gentler Hand. 
 
 53 He was their Shepherd, He their Guide, 
 
 His Flock, bis own Peculiars they, 
 His Care their growing Wants fiipply'd, 
 And led them YakJy all the Day. 
 
 T I iofe Foes . who , w firh a fv i i ou s * 
 Purfu'd, beneath the Seas He drowu'd • 
 <4 And brought them to his Holy Hill, 
 With IvJ protecting P*cf?nce crown\l. 
 
P S A L. lxxviij. ijt 
 
 55 He all the Nations round expefd, 
 
 And gave their Lands to Jacobs Race ; 
 Who, then their Towns fecurely held, 
 And in their Cities took their place. 
 
 56 Yet (till they tempted God, and fcill 
 
 To Anger mov'd their mighty Lord, 
 Nor would their holy Vows fulfil, 
 But his Commands, and. Laws, abhorr'd. 
 
 57 They finn'd, as all their Fathers us'd, 
 
 And like an ill-let Bow they broke. 
 
 58 Their Lord with graven Gcds abus'd, 
 
 Which might his jealous Rage provoke, 
 
 Each lofty Hill, each mady Grove, 
 They with their gjkvi&y Idols RUd, 
 
 Againft their Maker boldly ft rove, 
 And there their Sacrifices kiL'd. 
 
 Sy God heard of all ; his Anger flam'd, 
 And off trf ingrateful Nation thrtv 
 
 69 And SbiU\ Holy Place difclaim'd, 
 
 That Ark which pace his Glories knew. 
 
 ~Fart j. 
 
 Now God, their Strength, and all their Pi 
 Refign'd to their infulrir.g Foes. 
 VVho with their Blood t-heirjave!im dy*d r 
 And fi I'd his Heritage with Woes. .'" 
 
 63 Hot feverifh flames their Youth ccnfunf d, 
 
 Their matelefs Virgins Virgins dyjL 
 
 64 Altars their mangled Fridts ejtfpqi^ 
 Their own fad Widow's l cars deny'd. 
 
 1 - 6$ Thu, 
 
i?i PSAL. Ixxb 
 
 6$ ThusJufKce rang' J the Field ; at laih 
 
 On Golden Wings bright Mercy role ; 
 And God, his hotter Fury paft, 
 
 Made Love her ancient Smiles difclofe. 
 
 Like feme fierce Giant, rous'd from Sleep, 
 Or "high with fprightly Wines infiam'd ; 
 66 God ftruck his Foes, their Wounds were deep/ 
 And their Eternal Shame proclaimed. 
 
 6j Yet, for their Sins, He Jofep h's Fields, 
 
 And E^braimh Tribe, though fruitful, fcorns j 
 
 68 His Reft "more happy Juj'ab yields ; 
 
 His Houfe lov'd Stoics Mount adorns. 
 
 69 There high his lofty Turrets rife, 
 
 And all the Town beneath command : 
 And deep the vaft Foundation Jies y 
 As Rocks, the folid Buildings fiand. 
 
 70 Then from his Sheep, and meaner Cares, 
 
 71 Our God, his Servant Pavid takes; 
 And him his ifrae'i King declares, 
 
 His holy Nation's Paltor makes. 
 
 71 That nobler Fiock, with faithful Art, 
 Ls watches, reeds, and fafely folds; 
 And with an upright, prudent Heart, 
 Our happy Church and State upholds. 
 
 A L. ixxix. As the i^ct/j. 
 
 1 T Or J. the Heathen-Troops have fpoi I'd 
 § j Thy blel^d Inheritance ; 
 And thy holy Houfe detii'd. 
 
 And Hill their Anns advance. 
 
V S A L M Ixxix. 
 
 SaLrnS Walls Oil Heaps are laid ' 
 2 Thy murchefM Servants lie, 
 
 Preys to "Wolves and Vultures nude, 
 Beneath the open Sky. 
 
 ; See a fpacious Crimfon Flood, 
 By dying Martyrs fhed : 
 Salem's Streets, with flowing Blood, 
 And mangled Corpfes ipread. 
 
 4 Jacob's Tribes, alas ! are grown 
 
 Their neareft Neighbour's Scorn ; 
 Out to vile Dznhon thrown, 
 By c: uei Scoffs o'er-bom. 
 
 j Ah; how long, dear Lord ! how long 
 Shall thy fierce Fury burn ! 
 
 5 O, on all th^ Godlefs Throng 
 
 Thy welghry Vengeance turn I 
 Let the Gentile-Nations all, 
 
 Who ne'er acknowledge Thee, 
 Underneath thy Judgments fal', 
 
 And juft Severitie. 
 
 7 They, with cruel Teeth x devour 
 Poor Uic -\ wre::;. : P ire ; 
 And Deftru&ion^ Te 
 On 
 * All our Sins ,.:q, lb r ,ive,. 
 
 And fpeeefv ; • >.w ; 
 For by Thee alone we e, 
 
 Though now reJuc'u fo low. 
 
 / > 
 
 Part 
 
 2. 
 
 ; Lord, to our Afliftance fly % 
 
 From Thee our Safety iprings : 
 Honour to thy Name, Moil: High, 
 Such Saying Mercy brings. 
 
 I i io Why, 
 
174 TSAL. Ixxix. 
 
 io Why? o^why mould Heathens cry, 
 
 " Now Where's rheir mighty God ? 
 Let them now the Lafhes try 
 
 Of thy revenging Rod ! 
 
 Grant' that, Lord, our longing Eyes 
 
 Thy ju.ft Revenge may fee ! 
 While the Blcbd of Martyrs cries 
 
 So loud, great God, to Thee ! 
 ii Let the Pris'n^rs Sighs afcend 
 
 Before thy Majefty ; 
 And with mighty Pow^r defend 
 
 The Souls, conderruid to die 
 
 1 
 
 2 To our Neighbours, Lord, repay; 
 
 Their bafe, reproachful Smte - y 
 
 Such who in the Scorners Way, 
 
 And BJafphemies, delight; 
 
 3 So fliall we; thy Flock, thy Sheep, ' 
 
 For ever praife thy Name ; 
 And ; through endlefs Ages keep 
 Thy everlaftingFarne. 
 
 Or ilus^ 
 
 DEar Lori) the Heathen Bands have fpolHl Q 
 Thv L'leC'd Inheritance j 
 And hare thy'hol y Houfe dehTd, 
 
 And iiill their Arms advance. 
 Poor Salem's Wal's in Heaps are laid : 
 
 Thy murther'd Servants ie, 
 As Preys to Wo'.ves And Vultures made/ 
 Beneath the open Sky. 
 
 See, Lord, a fpacious Crimfon Flood, 
 
 By dying Martyrs fned ; 
 And Saliirfs Streets, with flowing Blood, 
 
 And mangled Corpfes fpread. 
 
 4 Sad 
 
A L. Iaxix. 375 
 
 1 Sad J^C9b f s Tribw>, alas! are grown 
 
 Thtir barVvous Neighbours Scorn ; 
 And ro Deriiion vilely thrown, 
 By cruel Scorls c/er-bom. 
 
 5 But, ah! how 1 ong, dear Lord ! how long , 
 
 Shall thy fierce runes bum ! 
 
 6 At laft, on all the Godiefs Throng 
 
 Thy weighty Vengeance turn X 
 O let the Gentile "Nations all, 
 
 Who ne'er acknowledge Thee, 
 Beneath thy heavy Judgments fa!l r 
 
 And juft Severity \ 
 
 7 For they with cruel Teeth devour 
 
 Poor Jacob's wretched Race \ 
 And total Deflation pour 
 
 On ljraefs Dwelling-place. 
 
 8 O all our Sins, blefsM Lord, forgive, 
 
 And fpeedy Mercy (how ; 
 For by thy Mercy, Lord, we live, 
 Though now reduc'd fo low. 
 
 Tc.rt 2. 
 
 9 Now, Lord, to our AffifUnce fly ; . 
 
 From Thee our Safety fprings : 
 Far G'ory to thy Name, Moil High, 
 Such faving Mercy "brings. 
 
 10 And why, 6 why, mould Heathens cry, 
 
 " Now w here's their boaftedGod .' 
 Let them too all the Scourges try 
 Of thy' revenging Rad ! 
 
 Permit, blefs'd Lord, our longing Eyes 
 
 Thy juft Revenge to fee ! 
 While yet the Blood of Martyrs cries 
 
 So loud, great God, to Thee i 
 
rrf VSAL. Ixxx. 
 
 1 1 O let the Prisoners S\gks afcend 
 
 Before thy Majefty ! 
 And with Almighty Pow'r defend 
 The Souls condemn'd to die. 
 
 12 And to our Neighbours, Lord, repay 
 
 Their bafe reproachful Spite, 
 To fuch as in th^ Scorners Way, 
 And Blafphemies delight. 
 
 13 And fofhall we, thy Flock, thy Sheep, 
 
 For ever praile thy Name ; 
 And, through Eternal Ages keen 
 Alive thy glorious Fame. 
 
 PSAL. kxx. 
 
 i TTHBar, gracious Shepherd ! Thou, whofe Love,. 
 Jt" JL Like Flecks, thy Ifrael guides ! 
 Shine forth, 6 Thou, whole Strength above 
 The Che-rubs Wings refides ! 
 
 2 Before our drooping Nation, ' rouze, * 
 
 Great God, thy wondrous Might ; 
 And with thy fiving Strength efpoufe 
 Thy ancient People's Right ! 
 
 3 Change, Lord, 6 change our mournful Stare, 
 
 And let thy Beams Divine, 
 
 Our Health and Safety to create, 
 
 With doubled Luflrefhine. 
 
 4 How long, great God of Hods, fhall we 
 
 Thy Fury's Heat fuitain ? 
 How long thy People, Lord, to Thee 
 Addreis their Pray'r* in vain ? 
 
 5 Tears are our Meat, our Drink is Tears; 
 
 6 When they our Spoils divide, 
 Our Neighbours quarrel ; and our Fears 
 
 Malicious F ozs deride. 
 
 7 Change^ 
 
VSAL. Ixxx. 177 
 
 7 Change, Lord, 6 change our mournful State r 
 
 And let thy Beams Divine, 
 Our Health and Safety to create, 
 With doubled Luftre fliine ! 
 
 part 2. 
 
 8 Of old, from Egypt's fruitful Soil, 
 
 Thy Hands a Vine remov'd; 
 And made the Zauaatiites recoil ; 
 
 And here the Plant improv'd. 
 
 9 Large was its Room, and targe its Root, 
 
 Through all the Country fpread : 
 And with the weighty Purple Fruit, 
 It bow'd its nob'e Head. 
 
 10 Its Shade the Mountains covered o'er y 
 
 Its Arms, like Cedars flood : 
 
 1 1 Down to the Seas its Branches bore, 
 And reaclid Euphrates Flood. 
 
 12 Oh, why are ali her Fences gone ? 
 Her Fruits by all defrroyM ? 
 
 13 Her Roots by Foreft-Boars o'erthrown> 
 
 And favage Beairs annoy'd ? 
 
 14. Turn, Lord of Hods ! 6 turn at laft I 
 And, from thy lofty Skies, 
 On thy poor Vineyard, void, and wafle ; 
 O caft thy gender Eyes ! 
 15: The Vineyard which thy mighty Hand 
 In C/j . planted fir ft ; 
 And made its Branches ftrongly ftand, 
 By Peace and Favour nurs'd. 
 
 i<5 But now the Boughs are fcorcn'd, the Trunk* 
 By cruel Hands cut down: 
 Thy People's Hop^s and Vigour -funk 
 Beneath thy angry Frown, 
 
i7* TSAL. Ixxxj. 
 
 17 Smile, Lord! 6 turn thy gracious Eyes 
 
 On him that's rai^d by Thee. 
 With Strength to eafe our Miferies,' 
 And fet the Bond-men free ! 
 
 18 So wp'Jl no more from Thee dec 1 ine> 
 
 Nor -thy Commands tranfgrefs: 
 Our Hopes, our Lives, fhall all be thine ; 
 
 Thy Name we'll daily blefs. 
 jp Change, Lord, 6 change our mournful State, 
 
 And let thy Beams Divine," 
 Our Health and Safety to create, 
 
 With doubled Luftre fiiine. 
 
 TfaUxxx]. As the 100th. or Mr, Sandys' s 8th- 
 
 1 ^ I " O. God, our Strength, your Voices raife ! 
 
 .| Aloud the Gcd of Jrejb praife ! 
 1 A Pfalm to- *h' merry Timbre] fuit, 
 The pleafant Harp, or charming Lute. 
 
 3 The Moon her Infant-Horns difplays : 
 Let's feaft on thefe appointed Days; 
 And with the fhriller Trumpet's Voice, 
 In God, our Strength, our King, rejoice. 
 
 4 For this, by his fup ream Commands, 
 A Statute firm in "acob Hands ; 
 A Monument of Love, fince He 
 From l^yp^s Bondage let them free. 
 
 There we, when God, our Help, appeat'd, 
 An unknown, awful Language heard. 
 6 " Through Me, £au\ u?^ thy Burthen. ceas'd ; 
 " And I thy Hands from Pots relea^'d. 
 
 •7 u Thou pray'dil in fuff'ring Times to me ; i 
 u And I, in Mercy., anfwer'd thee 
 
 *^' ; /^FronJ 
 
P SAL,- Ixxxj. *79 
 
 " From the dark Clofets of the Sky, 
 " Where Thunder's fecret Treafures lie. 
 
 " At Meribah thy native Pride 
 
 " I with prodigious Waters try'd. 
 
 8 " Hear then, my People ; hear the Law, 
 il Which I, for thy Direction, draw. 
 
 Part 1. 
 
 9 " With thee no Foreign God fliall be : 
 
 " To fuch thou ne'er fhalt bend the Knee ; 
 " To fuch no guilty Worfhip pay, 
 " Nor OiFrirms.on their Altars lay. 
 
 jo " For I'm the Lord, thy God ; my Hand 
 
 " Firft led thee out from E-ypSs Land. I 
 
 " Let me thy larger Wifhes know, 
 " My Gifts {hall fti;] as largely Mow. 
 
 11 " But they, my People, difobey'd ; 
 " And had no Submiilions paid : 
 
 " Their Hearts no kindeft A&s could gam; 
 " No Love, their wandring Steps reftrain. 
 
 12 " I then the wilful Fools refign'd, 
 
 " To Ways to which their Hearts inclined; - 
 u Such Ways as they'd themfelves invent ; 
 " At cnce their Crime, and Punifhment. 
 
 • 13 ".OIjj had my People wifely weigh' d 
 " My Laws, and my Commands obey'd, 
 
 14 " My Hand had quickly humbrd thofe 
 
 " Who durft their thriving State oppofe. 
 
 ■ ' 
 
 15 " Thole Men who durft affront their Lord, 
 " Had been, as Lyars, all abhorr'd -, 
 
 " Confuin , d v de(rroy 1 d > and bury'd quite 
 
 u In dark Oblivions gloomy Night. But 
 
i8o PSAL. Ixxxj. 
 
 " But Ifrael, of my Love pofTefs'd, 
 " Had been to endlefs Ages blefs'd. 
 16 " Their Bellies purefi: Wheats had fill'd ; 
 " And Honey from the Rocks diftill'J. 
 
 To Father, Sprit, Son, ble/Sd T,':ree, 
 
 One only God, one Trinity, 
 
 As is, as was t'tr Time begun, 
 
 Be Praife, and endlefs Homage done. Amen. 
 
 Another Metre : Vrcvcr Time. 
 i A Loud to God, our Strength, aloud, 
 
 With chearful Voices fing ! 
 To Jacob's God, through ajl the Croud^ 
 
 Let hearty Praifes ring I 
 A Pfalm to merry Notes compofe, 
 
 And let the Timbrels found ! 
 Whiie pleafafat Harps their Sweets difclofe, 
 
 And Lutes maintain the Round ! 
 
 See where the Moon her Horns difplays, 
 
 With Infant- Beauty drefs'd ! 
 Your folemn Joys. with Trumpets raife, 
 
 At that appointed FeaiT. 
 For this your God ordain' d of old 
 
 To ifra t's faithfol Race ; 
 And we mulr ftill the Laws, enroled 
 
 By Jacobs God, embrace. 
 
 This was to them, from Bondage cleai'd, . 
 
 His Pledge of endlefs Love, 
 When they an unknown Language heard 
 
 From rending Clouds above. 
 11 Thy Shoulders I, ''faiH Cod, releas'd,. 
 
 " And made from Labours free : 
 " Through me thy weary 'd Fingers ceas'd 
 
 u From Bricks and Slavery. 
 
SAL. I 
 
 i j i 
 
 7 " To Me rhou pray'dfr, and I appeared, 
 
 " Af-id ready Aids app'y'd : 
 " And thee, through gloomy Thunders heard, 
 * Ar '"V.VWaters tr- U 
 
 8 " Hear me, my deareft People ! hear ! 
 
 ^ " Te thee HI teftifie : 
 " If ifraefs Race my Words can bear, 
 il And with my Laws comply. 
 
 " Thy Seed no other God mail own ; 
 
 " No Sacrifice allow 
 " To Gods by other Nations. known, 
 " Nor to their Idols bow. 
 ro I only Unj? ; thy Lord, thy God, 
 
 " Who thee from Utyff freed: 
 " And ni my largefr Stores afford, 
 " To ferve thy utmoft'Need. 
 
 1 1 u But they, my People, carelefs, all 
 
 " My jult Commands refus'd : 
 " My lfcad from their Vows could fa 1, 
 " And all my Loves abus'd. 
 
 12 " So I their S ight with Slight repay 'd, 
 
 tl And let the Fools puriue 
 u Their foolilh Ways ; and as they firay'd, 
 " Returned their Wages due. 
 
 13 " Oh, had my People's Thoughtlefs Seed 
 
 44 my kind Advice obeyed ; 
 11 Nor, by their own ialfe Hearts mi f-led, 
 " From Ways of Wifdom ftrayM ! 
 
 14 u I then had cpickly crufii'd their Foes, 
 l * And turn'd my dreadful Hand 
 
 11 Againft the wretched Heads of rhofc 
 Who durft againft them frand ! 
 
 15 " God's Haters foon hadfiink, betray'd 
 " % Lyes themfelves had fram'd : 
 
 i>a: 
 
tSz PSAZ. Ixxxij, Ixxxiij. 
 
 " But Mine had been a Nation made, 
 * Through endleis Ages fam'd. 
 16 <( I had their hungry Souls fupply'd, 
 
 " With Wheats pure Fatnefs fiJl'd; 
 
 " And them with Honey fatisfy'd, 
 " From flowing Rocks diftilTJ. 
 
 P SAL. Ixxxij. 
 
 1 ^"^ O D fits the Juire, where mighty Kings' 
 Vj Their fecret Counfels hold : 
 
 2 How dare ye then unrighteous Things, 
 
 And wicked Laws uphold ? 
 
 3 The Weak, the Orphans Caufe decide ; 
 
 Th'afflifted Soul relieve : 
 
 4 The Poor, by long Oppreffions try'd, 
 
 From wicked Hands retrieve. 
 
 5 To F00Y alas! I vainly fpeak r 
 
 Who on irr Dark ne£> reel ; 
 Through whom Earth's ftrong Foundations break 
 And fr range CcnvuHTo'ns fee). 
 
 6 I've faid..". You all are Gods, and all 
 
 u The Sons of God moft High ; 
 
 7 " But mud like meaner Princes fall, 
 
 " Like common Mortals die.. 
 
 8 Arife ! thyjutice, Lord, declare! 
 
 \i the World advance ! 
 Fc. '' . ■ 1 ;. iait 
 
 ice. 
 
 L 
 
 Ord, t i*d no longer prove. 
 
 . lie 
 2 Our Foe :e Thee, fiercely move, 
 
 An j fr Heads on high 
 
 3 A: 
 
V S AL. Ixxxiij. &$ 
 
 3 Againft thy People all combin'd.- 
 
 Their fecret Coimfels take ; 
 And thofe who thy Protection find f 
 Their hated Obj.e&s make. 
 
 4 " Come on ! they cry ; kt Ifrael bear 
 
 " No moie a Nation's Name I 
 
 " Let's from Time's ^argeft Records tear 
 
 " Their long-detelted Claim ! 
 
 5 In Mifchief thus their Hearts agree, 
 
 And horrid Plats defign ; 
 Leagu'd in a ftrong Confpiracy, 
 Againft thy fe]f, and thine. 
 
 6 See, Lord, What Tents o'er-fpread-the Field, 
 
 Where Rdom takes hi> Place ; 
 What Bands fierce MonPs Countries yield, 
 And Agar*s flavifh Race ! 
 
 7 Gebal and Armons Companies 
 
 Curs'd AmaUk commands ; 
 > And P* 'ffiififi Battalion lies, 
 
 With TjrSs affilring Bands. 
 
 8 With thefe, proud n)Tar\ Forces join, 
 And A ■■•:■ n's Side embrace ; 
 
 And Defolations all dc<7. n 
 
 On Abrahams faithful Race. 
 
 Fart i. 
 
 9 Blefs'd Lord, fcr us at lafr appear ; 
 
 And let thy daiing Foes 
 The Lot of ruin'd W.'« a bear, 
 
 Who durft the Saints cppofe ; 
 As Siftvfe md '^-Vs 11, • 
 
 Near &)}*] '. Torrents dy'd, 
 io In uidorfiz'm ; and all the C 
 
 With B/joJ, fox Dung, fuppJy'd. 
 
 ix Let 
 
i 8 4- T S A L. IxxxiV. 
 
 1 1 Let all their valiant Captains (lain, 
 
 With Zv^ and Oreb y dwell 
 Where Z?b<?% and Zaimwma's Train, 
 With all their Princes, fall 
 
 12 For thus the boafting Wrethes faid, 
 
 " Come, let's at once go feize 
 " The Tents their God inhabited, 
 u 'His facred Palaces ! 
 
 13 Lord, hurl them off, as Chaff before 
 
 The rapid Whirlwind flies : 
 
 14 As Flames through ancient Forefts roar, 
 
 Or Mountain-Shrubs furprize ; 
 
 1 5 So them with fierceft Storms purfue, 
 
 With Tern-pelts terrifle ! 
 
 16 Till they with Shame their ErrourS view,, 
 
 And to thy Service fly I 
 
 1 7 Elfe let them all confounded lie, 
 
 Crufh'd with Eternal Shame ; 
 And know God only rules on high, 
 By Great Jehovah's Name. 
 
 ?SAL. lxxxiv. 
 
 1 A H, bow my Soul thy Dwe^ing-place, 
 J^\ . Great Lord of Holts admires . r 
 Ah, how thy Courts thy glorious Face, 
 
 My longing Soul defires ! 
 
 2 In Thee, the God of Life, alone, 
 
 My I left, my Heart rejoice 
 To fee thy facred Earthly Throne, 
 And hear thy Heav'nly Voice. 
 
 3 Around each Houfe the Sparrows find, 
 
 The Swallows build their Neils ; 
 Where, with their yet unfeather'd Kind, 
 
 The Dam in Safety refts. But? 
 
TSAL. Ixxxiv. i$f 
 
 But, ah, thine Altars ! wretched I 
 
 Near therh no more can fing, 
 While, banifh'd from thy Houfe, I fly, 
 
 Dear Lord, my God, my King ! 
 
 ; Ah, happy Souls ! who in thy Houfe 
 
 Can live, and praife thy Name ! 
 [ Whofe Arms thy Heav'nly Strength endows ; 
 
 Whole Hearts thy Ways can frame ! 
 » Though through the Vail of Tears they go, 
 
 Their Eyes with Sorrows drown 1 d ; 
 Yet BJerTmgs on their 1 eachers flow, 
 
 With Fruit their Pains are crowrTd. 
 
 f From Strength to Strength, from Grace to Grace, 
 Th' improving Learners go ; 
 Till them the God of Gods embrace, 
 And Reft on them bellow, 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 8 My Pray'r, great God of Holts, receive, 
 
 And kind Affiftance bring : 
 
 9 Confider, O our Shie ] d ; relieve 
 
 Thy once anointed King ! 
 o For in thy Courts, one Day appears 
 
 More biefs'd, more fwoet to me, 
 Than could a Thoufand Thoufand Years, 
 At any Diflance, be. 
 
 I 'd rather keep thy Temple's Door, 
 And iiod'thy Prelence there j 
 Than in a Palace reign iecure, 
 
 Where S]ns unchecked appear, 
 i For God, their Sun, their Shield, to thofe 
 Will Grace and Giory give, 
 Who with hi.b Laws iincerely c oie, 
 And on Obedience hvl:. 
 
 i z Flappy 
 
1 86 PSAL. lxxxv. 
 
 12 Happy, 6 happy rfiat good Man, 
 
 Great Lord of Hofts, muft be, 
 Who, through all Worldly Changes, can 
 Unmov'dly truft in Thee ! 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghoft, and $o%; 
 
 Ow God, in PjrjVns Three, 
 Bi Glory paid, and Homage done, 
 
 Through fill Eternity. 
 
 VSAL. Ixxxv. 
 
 J ' I ^HY Favours, Lord, have kind at laft 
 i To IfracPs Captives been ; 
 
 2 And all thy People's Follies pair, 
 
 And cover'd all their Sin. 
 
 3 Thy gentler Thoughts, with tender Love, 
 
 Thy Jealous Furies eas'd : 
 And He who pleads for usabove> 
 Has all thy Wrath appeasM. 
 
 4 T*o us, 6 God, our Saviour, now 
 
 From Anger kindly turn ! 
 Some Limits, to thy Wrath allow, 
 
 Which, elfe, would always burn. 
 
 5 On us, dear God, new Life fellow, 
 
 To us new Vigour give ; 
 
 6 That we our Joys in Thee may fhow, 
 
 And in thy Favour Ilvq. 
 . 
 
 7 To us thy Mercy, Lord, extend, 
 
 And thy Salvation fhow ! 
 
 8 What God fliall anfwer, FU attend, 
 
 Who will his Peace beftow 
 On all his own : His Saints £hall find 
 
 The Sweets of Heav'nly Peace, 
 When they, from Sin's fouLDfofs refiad, 
 
 From -caretefi Follies ceafe. ■ '. 9 God 
 
VSAL. Ixxxv. 187 
 
 9 God's kind Salvation's always nigh 
 
 The Wife, who fear his Name ; 
 That Glory o'er our Land may fly, 
 And raife our ancient Fame. 
 
 Kind Peace and Righteoufnefs embrace ; 
 
 And Truth and Mercy clofe : 
 
 1 Truth fprings from Earth; from Heav'n, her Face 
 
 Impartial Juftice fhows. 
 
 2 All Good on us fhall God bellow, 
 
 Our Land fhall fruitful prove : 
 And Juflice, with a wondrous Flow, 
 
 Before his Face fhall move : 
 While we, who err'd fo oft before, 
 
 Blefs\J with fo fure a Guide, . k 
 
 From God fhall never wander more, 
 
 But in his Paths abide. . [' . 
 
 Another Metre : As the eld 125^ pxferTutie. 
 
 BLefs'd Lord, thy kinder Thoughts at laft 
 Did Jacob's Captive-Tribes refrore t 
 And, all the People's Follies paft, 
 
 Their Sins with Mercies cover'd o'er ; 
 Thy Jealous Furies eas'd, 
 And all thy Wrath appeas'd. - 
 
 . To us, 6 God, our Saviour,. now, 
 
 From thy tempefruous Anger, turn ! . 
 Shall thy fierce Wrath no Bounders know, 
 
 But through Eternal. Ages burn ? r 
 
 Us, Lord, again revive, 
 And in thy joys we live ! 
 
 To us thy Mercy, Lord, extend ! 
 
 To us thy blelVd Salvation fliow.f 
 To God's kind Anfwer I'll attend ; 
 F Fqi Peace he'll on his Saints beftow.. FLs 
 
1 83 PSAL. Ixxxvj. 
 
 His Servants mail have Peace 
 When they from Follies ceaie. 
 
 9 To pious Men -Salvation's near, 
 
 That Glory may poflefs th^ Land. 
 i o Mercy and Truth con join' d appear ; 
 
 And Peace and juftice, Hand in Hand 
 1 1 From Earth, Truth ; from ti\Q Sky, 
 
 Fair Juftice cads her Eye. 
 
 i 2 Our God on us fliall Good befrow. 
 
 Our happy Land mall fruitful prove ; 
 i ; A i : J Ju i i ice, w 1 1 h a wondrous Flo w , 
 Before his glorious Prefence move. 
 And we, with fuch a Guide, 
 Shall in his Paths abide. 
 
 VSAL. Ixxxvj. 
 
 3 |" Ord, to my Pray'r thine Ears incline, 
 
 \ j For I'm diftrefs'd, and poor ! 
 a I'm wholly. Lord* and onlv thine ; 
 Elefs'd God, my Soul fecure ! 
 
 3 My God, thy faithful Servant fave, 
 
 Who hopes thy Grace to fee : 
 Mercy, thy Mercy, Lord, I crave ; 
 And daily cry to Thee. 
 
 4 To Thee alone my Heart I raife: 
 
 O make my Soul rejoice ! 
 6 Love, Pardon, Mercy are thy Ways ; 
 Thou hearft my humble Voice. •- 
 
 6 Lord, hear my Pray'rs, receive my Cry, 
 
 7 In W T oes addrefs'd to Thee ! 
 
 8 Thy Might, thy wondrous Works out-vye 
 
 The Gods of Vanity. 
 
 a; 
 
VSAL. Ixxxvij. 189 
 
 9 All Nations, whom thy Hands have made, 
 
 Shall fall before thy Face ; 
 And, with pure Worfhip, duly pay'd, 
 
 Thy g'orious Name embrace, 
 ro For Thou art God, thy Works are great ; 
 
 Thy felf art God alone ! 
 11 To me, blefsM God, thy Ways repeat, 
 
 And make thy Doclrines known ! 
 
 I'll wa'k in Truth ; then, Lord, unite 
 My Heart to fear thy Name ! 
 12' My Heart ihall then thy Praife recite. 
 And all thy Praife proclaim. 
 
 1 3 Thy Mercy's great to me ; from Hell 
 
 Thou brought 7 ft my finking Soul ; 
 
 14 Though Tyrants at me proudly fwcll, 
 
 And would my Life control. 
 
 No Sence of Thee the Rebels fhow : 
 
 15 But Pity, Lord, we lee, 
 
 Grace, Patience, Mercy, Truth, we know, 
 In plenty dwells with Thee. 
 \6 To me, dear God, with Mercy turn ! 
 Thy Strength on me befrow ! 
 To him w r ho's of thy Hand-maid born, 
 Thy kind Salvation fhow. 
 
 1 7 With me fome Maik of Favour leave, 
 And ihame my fpiteful Foes, 
 When they thy Aid to me perceive, 
 And all thy Love difclofe. 
 
 V S A L. Ixxxvij. as the 1 ifth. 
 
 w 
 
 Hen God, in his All-fearching Mind, 
 To fix his Church on Farth defigif d, 
 Deep he her ftrong Foundations laid. 
 
 2 But 
 
5 
 
 190 PSAL. Ixxxviij. 
 
 2 But Sions Mount, that facred Place. 
 ( Tho' well He lov'd aU JatoVs Race ) 
 
 He his peculiar Darling made. 
 
 3 How vaftly wide, how wondrous high, 
 Shall thy Immortal Glories nV. 
 
 Bleft City of th' Eternal King ! 
 
 4 When Mgy$t> Ajfnr y P*t*ftme' 9 
 And all th' Arabia s fliall be thine, 
 
 And Vows to thy Protefror bring ! 
 
 Envy in Them no more fliall reign, 
 But Saints to fill thy blifsful Train, 
 
 Shall come from each converted v Land. 
 $ In Sion yet thofe Sens of Peace, 
 Shall more than other Lands encreafe, 
 
 And in her God fecurely iland. 
 
 5 When God fhai.1 all his Saints enrol, 
 The Gentiles Tx'ibes fhail fill the ScrouJ, 
 
 From Thee, bleft God! our Joy fliall fprim 
 i And all the Sons of Harmony, 
 ^all tune their chearful Strings to Thee, 
 And thy Eternal Praifes ling. 
 
 PSAL. Ixxxviij. 
 
 BLeft God of my Salvation ! I 
 Call Day and Night to Thee, 
 O hear my Prayer, accept my Cry, 
 
 And kindly anfwer me ! 
 My Soul alas ! is fill'd with Woes, 
 The Grave attends my Fate. 
 Fme left by Life and Senfe, like thofe, 
 Juft in a dying ftate. 
 
 Among the flaughter'd dead I ly, 
 
 Ith' Grave from Sorrows free, 
 
 Where Men thruft out from Memory, 
 Are cut from Earth by Thee, 
 
 6 Dow: 
 
VSAL. Ixxxviij. 191 
 
 4 Down in the Pits unfathom'd Night, 
 Thou throw'ft my trembling Soul, 
 
 7 On me thy angry Judgments Jight, 
 
 And all thy Tempefts roul. 
 
 8 Thou mak'ft my Friends aloof remain, 
 
 And lefs than Strangers kind, 
 Nor can I Liberty obtain. 
 
 By Chains of Hate confind. 
 
 9 Whole Seas of Tears my mournful Eyes, 
 
 Thro' deep afflictions flied. 
 To thee I fend my daily Cryes, 
 My Hands fubmiflely fpread. 
 
 Tart 1. 
 
 10 What? Shall thy mighty Works be fhown, 
 
 Where Death triumphant Reigns? 
 The Dead to make thy Wonders known , 
 Shake off their Icy Chains? 
 
 11 What? fhall the Grave, the filent Tomb. 
 
 Advance thy Mercies Fame ? 
 
 Or fhall Deftruftion* utmoft Doom 
 
 Thy Faithfulnefs proclaim ? 
 
 12 Or fliall thy wordrous Works appear, 
 
 W 7 here all thick Darknefs hides? 
 Thy Righteoufnefs be pub ifiYd where 
 Forgetfulnefs prefides ? 
 
 1 3 To Thee, dear Lord, I cry, to Thee 
 
 My morning Prayers are made,. 
 
 14 O why's my Soul caft off? to me 
 
 Thy Beams no more difpJaid? 
 
 1 5 From my fir ft Youth afllifted I 
 With conftant v/eaknefs preft, 
 Have born thy Terrors conftant ly, 
 In my Diftratted Ereaft, 
 
 16 Like 
 
19^- P SAL. ixxxix. 
 
 1 6 Like breaking Seas with mighty Force, 
 
 Thy Terrours bear me down. 
 
 17 And with a vail united Courfe, 
 
 My baffled Comforts drown. 
 
 18 Thou mak' ft my Friends, who lov\I me too, 
 
 To mighty Diftance fly, 
 And thofe I intimately knew, 
 In unknown Darknefs iy. 
 
 PSAL. Ixxxix. Metre firjt i as thenar, 
 
 1 Y'Le ever fing thy Mercy Lord 
 JpThy Truth from Age to Age record. 
 
 My Lips ftialJ praife thy glorious Name, 
 
 2 Thy Mercies evenauing are, 
 
 Thy X ruths with Heaven it felf compare, 
 Thy Faithful Fromiie I'Je proclaim. 
 
 3 " A Covenant long fince I made, 
 " And to my Servant David laid, 
 
 <: ( My chofen King, ) and firmly ftvore. 
 
 4 " Thy feed Eternally Inall Ttand, 
 
 " Thy Royal Scepter'd Heirs command, 
 " Till Sea and Earth ana Times no more. 
 
 5 The HeavenV, thy Wonders Lord ihal! praife, 
 Thy Holy Congregation raife, 
 
 Thy Faithful Works above the Skys. 
 
 6 For who above's compared with Thee ? 
 What God-like Man thy Mate can be ? 
 
 What Lord to equal Glories rife ? 
 
 7 Gods Pretence frrikes a reverend Fear, 
 Where his Afiembling Saints appear. 
 
 And his attending Angels aws. 
 g Great God of Holts whole ftrenth like Thine, 
 Whofe Truth fo breaks with Beams divine : 
 Receiv'd by every Worlds applaufe. 
 
F 3 A L. Ixxxix. 193 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 p Thy Hinds the mighty Ocean fway, 
 And make its angry Waves ©bey. 
 
 Thy Woid its itormy Temped: quells. 
 
 10 By that th 1 Egyptian* wounded dy'd, 
 Thy dreadful Arm the gathering Pnde, 
 
 Of all thy fierceft Foes difpells. 
 
 1 1 Thy Hands Heaven's vaulted Arches made. 
 Thy Hands this Earth's Foundations laid, 
 
 And all the World with Plenty llor'd : 
 
 12 The North and South thy Creatures are, 
 Tabor and Htmsi both dec I a.:, 
 
 Thy Name, and Thee, their mighty Lord. 
 
 13 Thy Arm All-mighty* (Irength endues, 
 Thy Hand reii or fliews, 
 
 Thy gloiious Hand's exalted high. 
 
 14 Juiuce andjudgment makt thy Throne, 
 Thy truth, and ancient mercy known, 
 
 Thy Steps to all the World delay. 
 
 15 Thrice happy they, whofe Souls are warrru!. 
 By holy i rum pets founds alarm'd, 
 
 An.i live enlightne^ Lord, by Thee! 
 
 16 They'i always m thy Name iqoice, 
 With fole.nn Muikks moving voice, 
 
 Thy Rigiueoumeis their ftrength Hull be, 
 
 17 Such happy Men fecurely Hand, 
 And with a fettled itrength Command, 
 
 But God is ftil] their Strength and Pride, 
 Thy Goodneis, and. thy bound 'els Love, 
 Has rais'd our happy Strength above, 
 
 Since thou hair, owifd oiu jinking ilde. 
 
 1 8 The Lord is our Dfc&riftve Ihield, 
 That £ioiy One can fheker yield, 
 
 Wlio'i ijtau\ God, and hrauf King. 
 
 K T 9 Yq 
 
*94 TSAL. Ixxxix. 
 
 ?9 But, that thou might'ft our Hearts uphold 
 A fmiiing Vifion, rais'd of old, 
 Did thus of thy Anointed fing. 
 
 Tan 3. Metre z. As tie 100th. 
 
 '20 " Help on a powerful Arm I Ve laid, 
 ^ " A Man above the Vulgar plac'd ; 
 u My King my Servant BMtd made, 
 " His Head with holy Unfrion graced, 
 
 21 " Him fhall my ftrength'riing Hand fecure, 
 
 " My Arm his ftrong fupport fhall be : 
 
 22 " No En'my fhall his Hurt procure ; 
 
 " No Sinner, his Deflmcticn fee. 
 
 23 " I'll dafh his Foes before his Face, 
 
 " And batter thofe who hate him -down : 
 
 24 " With him my Truth and Mercy. place, 
 
 " And in my Name exalt his Crown. 
 
 2-5 " No River's Bank, no Ocean's Wall, 
 " Shall his unbounded Reign confine s 
 
 26 " He'll me his God, his Father call, 
 
 M His Saving Health, his Rock Divine. 
 
 37 " And him, my Firft-born Son, I'll make 
 
 " Above Earth's Kings, exalted high : 
 2.8 " With him my Mercy ne'er fhall flake, 
 " Nor my immortal Cov'nant die. 
 
 29 ' " His Seed fk&A ever Jaft ; his Throne 
 
 " Out-ihine, out-wear the Rolling Skies. 
 
 30 "But If his Sops my Laws-difbwn, 
 
 '*' Or e'er againft my judgments rife ; 
 
 3? t€ If they my flated Laws prophane, 
 11 }fty Precepts or Injunctions flight, 
 
 32 W 
 
PSAL> lxxxix. ipj 
 
 32 u With Rods their Follies I'll reftrain ; 
 
 " Their Sins, with Strokes deferv'd, requite. 
 
 33 " Yet not my Mercies quite remove, 
 
 " Nor break my faithful Word of old ; 
 
 34 " Expofe my Covenanted Love, 
 
 " Nor change what Prophets once foretold. 
 
 35 " Once by my Holinefs I Ve fworn, 
 
 " And cant my David's Hopes deceive ; 
 
 36 " His Seed, to Crowns and Scepters born, 
 
 u No Time mail of th^ir Rights bereave. 
 
 37 " The Sun, the Moon, which guild the Skies, 
 " Thofe faithful Signs, to Mortals known, 
 " May ceafe to fet, and ceafe to rife ; 
 
 <l But nothing mock his glorious Throne. 
 
 
 Part 4. ALtre 3. 
 
 38 Such was thy Promife, Lord, of old: 
 
 But, atadiftance, now 
 Terrours thy dear Anointed hold 
 From thy contracted Brow. 
 
 39 Thou'ft thrown thy facred Covenant bv. 
 
 Deni'd his trampled Crown ; 
 
 40 Let all his Walls in Ruins lie, 
 
 And trod bis Fences, down. 
 
 41 Him, all who pafs, may fpoi.l ; and a!' 
 
 His neighb'ring Foes defpife: 
 
 42 On him their Troops, infultiflg, fall, < 
 
 And high their Forces rile. 
 
 43 No Wounds his Edgejefs Sword beftouw, - 
 
 He flits the Martial Field : 
 
 44 His Throne's cafr down ; nor can his Brows 
 
 Their former Lulre yield. 
 
j <>5 TSAL. xc 
 
 ^45 His youthful Bloom now fades with Woes, 
 And he's o'erwhelm'd with Shame. 
 
 46 How long fhall we thy Favour lofe, 
 
 And fed thy Fury's Flame ? 
 
 47 Think, Lord, how vain is Man : How I 
 
 Have but a While to live. 
 
 48 What Man now breaths but once muft die ? 
 
 What Art can Lives retrieve ? 
 
 v 49 Where are thy Mercies, Lord, of eld, 
 
 By Oath to David due ? 
 50 Think how our Lives to Shame are iVd ; 
 
 What Scorns thy Friends purfhe ! 
 r t Think how thy Foes bkek Scandals raile 
 
 On thy Anointed King ; 
 $2 While we, to thy immortal Praue : 
 
 Jmmi devoutly fing, 
 
 TSAL. xc. 
 
 THou, Lord, from Age to Age, haft beer 
 Our certain Refting-pJace, 
 
 2 Before the lofty Hills were f^cn 
 
 On Earth's extended Face : 
 Before this Earth to Shape was grown, 
 
 Before the World wasfram'd, 
 Thee, Lord, the mighty God alone, 
 
 Eternity proclaimed. 
 
 3 When Man, fix'd in a glorious State, 
 
 With thriving Beauty mines, 
 His proudeir. Shows thy Frowns abate, 
 
 And he to Duft declines. 
 When grov'ling in the Duft he lies, 
 
 Thv Smiles his Fortunes raile. 
 
 « Weak Man, fayft Thou, return, and rife 
 Weak Man thy Word obeys. 
 
VSAL. xC. 197 
 
 A Thoufand Years no longer Jaft 
 
 In thy unbound jd. Sight, 
 Than Yefterdav, fo larely pail, 
 
 Or its fecceeding Night. 
 So Floods, with rapid Swiftnefs, Aide j 
 
 So Dreams, in Slumbers, fly ; 
 So Meadow-Greens, with chearful Pride, 
 
 Salute the Morning-Sky. 
 
 They fiourifh with the Morning's Tears,. 
 
 And fhoot their Branches high : 
 But e'er the fhady Night appears, 
 
 Are mow'n, and fcorch'd, and die. 
 When thy impetuous Anger burns, 
 
 Our Lives are foon confum'd ; 
 And by thy Wrath's fevere Returns, 
 
 To deep Afflictions doom'd. 
 
 Thou view'lT our wretched Aclions o'er 5 
 
 And thy All-fear ch in g Eyes 
 Examine all that fecret Score 
 
 Which now in Darknefs lies : 
 Far off our flying Days are blown, 
 
 Before thy Fury's B aft : 
 Our Years, like empty Tales, are gone 
 
 Which fcarce one Moment lafh 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 o Through Seventy Years our common Lives 
 May hold their conftant Courfe ; 
 And if to Eighty one arrives, 
 By Nature's rarer Force, 
 Yet his declining, batter' d Strength 
 Meer Pains and Sorrow brings, 
 And fails, and . fwiftly flies at length 
 On Time's impatient W 1 
 
 K: 'if But, 
 
198 PSAL. Ixcj. 
 
 ii But, 6, what wretched Man can know 
 Thy Anger's utmoft Might ! 
 Which, as thy Fear, through all mufi go, 
 With an unbounded Flight. 
 
 12 O teach lis, Lord, to count our Days, 
 
 And fo cur Hearts apply, 
 That we, through Wifdom's peaceful Ways, 
 May reach Eternity. 
 
 13 Turn, Lord, atlafr, and grant fome Reft 
 
 To all thy Servants Woes I 
 
 14 Our Hearts, with early Mercies b'efs'd, 
 
 To holy Joys difpofe ! 
 
 15 O let us now thy Favours fhare, 
 
 Thy gentler Smiles obtain ; 
 Proportioned to our long Defpair, 
 And Years of conftant Pain ! 
 
 16 Lord, to thy happy Servants now, 
 
 And a 1 thy faithful Race," 
 Thy Works thy wond'rcus Glories £how ; 
 And krid thy quickening Grace ! 
 
 17 O let our Maker's Beauty here, 
 
 On all our Labours reft, 
 Till all our Handy-works appear 
 By thy Protection blei/d ! 
 
 PSJL. XCJ. 
 
 j X TE's fefe from Death, fccurM from Harms, 
 JTi Who to his Maker flies ; 
 And on his kind, protecting Arms, 
 For Help and Health relies. 
 2 " Thou, Lord, art all my Hope, my Truft I 
 To God Til freely 'lay, 
 " My ftrong Defence ; on Thee it's juft 
 ' " My Hope fliou'd firmly Hay. 
 
 3 Dc 
 
FSAL. xc> ^ 
 
 ) Do Thou the fame ! Hell refcue th?e 
 From Dearies furprizing Snare ; 
 And keep thee from th Infection free 
 Of Peflilential Air. 
 * He'll made thee with his gracious Wings, 
 His Feathers o'er thee fpread, 
 While his unfailing Promife brings 
 A Shield to guard thy Head, 
 
 5 What though flrange Terroflrs {ill the Night ? 
 
 Death's Shafts obfcure the Day? 
 HeMl guild them both with wholfom Light, 
 To keep thy Fears away. 
 
 6 What tho 1 fierce Plagues, through horrid Gloomy 
 
 With vviJd DeftruSion reign ? 
 
 7 Though Thoufands, nay, the gaping Tomb 
 
 Ten Thoufand Moriels gain ? 
 
 Though Death the Day and Night command, 
 
 And gafping Corpfes Uq> 
 Heaps upon Heaps, on either Hand, 
 
 And a!mo;t Mountain-high ? 
 3 Thine Eyes fhall dill fecurely fee 
 
 How God's revenging Stroke 
 Diftinguifhes, where carelefly 
 
 Vile Men their God provoke. 
 
 Vari i. 
 
 <? Since now thy Heart my God alone 
 Thy facred Refuge made-; 
 And has it felf, for Shelter, thrown 
 Beneath his faving Shade ; 
 io No Mifchief fhall attempt thee there, 
 Nor Mifchief-boding. Chance • 
 No cruel Pjague, to give" thee K 
 Shall near thy Tents advance. 
 
2oo P S A L. >:cij. 
 
 1 1 For if in thofe delightful Ways 
 
 Where God and Nature lead, 
 Thy Feet, through all thy mortal Days 
 
 With Care exaftly tread. 
 He'll give his Ange 1 - Armies Charge 
 
 About thy Paths to wait ; 
 To lay their watchful Guards at large, 
 
 And to fecure thy State. 
 
 i 2 Their Hands mall waft thee gently o'er 
 The Rocks of Sin below, 
 Where ilrong Temptation's fatal Srore 
 And daily Scandals grow. 
 i j Let Hell's old Lion roar, enrag'J, 
 With all th 5 Infernal Crew ; 
 And Men, in Heh's vile Work tn^gd. . 
 Their poisonous Arts purfue. 
 
 Bis Feetfhall quickly tread them down, 
 Whofe Heart my Loves inflame ; 
 
 And Freedom Lhall with Honour crown 
 The Man who knows my Name, 
 
 1 5 To Me lhall he, in Dangers, cry : 
 
 His Cries I'll kindly hear ; 
 Be "with him, and exalt him high, 
 And rid his Life from Fear. 
 
 1 6 Long Life, with ever peaceful Days, 
 
 I'll on my Friend beftow ; 
 
 And to him, by a Thoufand Ways, 
 
 My kind Salvation Ihow. 
 
 P SAL. cxij. 
 
 I T TOW blefs'd are we, thy Praife to fing 
 £""X On all thy Holy Days, 
 
 Gr^at God, when all thy Churches ring 
 With thy exalted Praiie ! 
 
PSAL. v; iWi 
 
 2 To mew thy Mercies e'er the Sua 
 
 Unfolds the Morning-Light ; 
 Thy Truth, e'er Clouds have fir ft begun 
 To form the gloomy Night. 
 
 3 When, with the Harp and Lute, the Voice 
 
 Its chearfu' Notes can raife ; 
 
 And Organs can with Shalms rejoice, 
 
 To found thy lofry Praife ; 
 
 4 Thy Works, thy wondrous Works inflame 
 
 My Soul's triumphant Joy v. 
 3 To fhow thy deeper Counfeis, Fame 
 Her flirilleft Notes employs. 
 
 6 Poor Brutilh Man can never know 
 This wondrous Happinefs ; . 
 Nor can the B'efting's Balmy Flow 
 The foolifh Heart pofiefs. 
 ■ His Thoughts to meaner Subjects move - r 
 And watch the Sinner's Race, 
 How they like Summer-Plants improve, 
 Their Branches thrive apace : 
 
 Yet think not how, when pleafant Blooms 
 
 Have fpread the Wicked o'er, 
 They fink beneath their weighty Dooms, 
 
 And Jive on Earth no more. 
 S.pThy Foes, iince, Lord, Thou reign' ft above, 
 
 Thy wretched Foes, {hall die : 
 And thofe who wicked Actions love, 
 
 Difpers'd, confounded, lie. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 io But, Lord, Thou' ft raife my humble Head, 
 With Strength exalt it high ; 
 On me frefh Oil of Gladncfs fhed, 
 And fill my Heart with Joy. 
 
 K $ ' n My 
 
20* PS AT. xciii. 
 
 1 1 My happy Eyes my Wilh fhall fee 
 
 On ail my angry Foes : 
 My Ears fhall hear their Doom, who me 
 With envious Spite oppofe. 
 
 12 The Righteous, with a thriving Pride, 
 
 Like Palms, their Heads fhall raife : 
 Their Seed, like Cedars, multiply'd, 
 Which Lib awn difplays. 
 
 13 Thofe whom their Maker's skilful Hand 
 
 His Houfe has p'anted round, 
 Shall in his Courts fecurely Hand, 
 
 With conirant Verdure crowned. 
 
 .14 Their Sappy Trunks, in Hoary Age, 
 Shall fpring with lively Shoots; 
 Their thrifty Leaves long Life preiage 
 To their extended Roots ; 
 15 That they the Lord, my Rock, may mow. 
 His Righteous Works declare ; 
 And make the wifer Nations know 
 How juft his Aftions are. 
 
 TSAL. xciij. 
 
 1 ' I A H E Lord, the great Jehovah r reigns, 
 I With Majefty and Glory crown'd j. 
 The Lord Almighty Strength retains 
 With that, like Garments girt around. 
 
 His Hand the World's vaft Frame fecures ; 
 He flays it with his Awful Nod. 
 ^ Thy Throne from Days of old endures ; 
 Thy Self an everJaiting God ! 
 
 3 The Floods, great God, the rolling -Croud, 
 At Thee, like mighty .Waters, roar; 
 And dafh , like breaking" Waves , alcud, 
 Which threaten all the neighboring Shear. 
 
 4 And 
 
FSAL. xcuj. is; 
 
 4 And let tempeftuousPaiTions raife 
 
 Their Hearts, their fwelling Furies high ; 
 Their utmoft madded Rage obe} s 
 That God who rules above the Sky. 
 
 j ThyPromifes, dear Lord, are true, 
 And all thy Te ft i monies lure : 
 Thy Flocks pure Hofinefs puriue, 
 And ever, like thy Self, endure. 
 
 Another Metre : As the 1 1 lib* proper Tune*- 
 
 i 'TPTI E Lord a King remains, 
 JL The great lebovab reigns, 
 With Awful Glories crown'd : 
 As with a Robe of Light, 
 The Lord with wondrous Might 
 And Strength is girt around. 
 
 By his Divine Commands 
 The World fecurely ftands, 
 From Alterations free. 
 
 2 Thy Throne was fiVd of old, 
 Thy Deity extolFd 
 
 From all Eternity. 
 
 3 Great God, th" uncertain Croud 
 Againft thy Kingdom, loud, 
 
 Like mighty Waters, roar ; 
 And with a furly Spite, 
 As breaking Billows, fight, 
 
 And ihock the neighboring Shoar 
 
 4 But let tempeftuous Rage 
 Their furious Hearts engage, 
 
 Aud Hea.v'n it felf defy • 
 
104. f$AL< xdv. 
 
 His ftern Command alone 
 Can beat their Madnefs down, 
 Who ever rules on high. 
 
 5 Thy Teftimonies true 
 Thy Promifes renew ; 
 
 Both faithful, bp£h fecure. 
 Thy Saints, with Halinefs, 
 Shall towards thine Atars prefs, 
 
 And ever blefs'd endure. 
 
 P SAL. xciv. 
 
 t ^""^ReatGod, to whom Revenge belongs -, 
 %JX Great God of Vengeance, rife. 
 
 2 The Proud, thou mighty Judge of Wrongs, 
 
 With juft Rewards furprize. 
 
 3 How long fliall wicked Workers, Lord, 
 
 Unchecked, triumphant reign? 
 
 4 Their impious Words, and Pride, abhorr'd, 
 
 With haughty Boafts maintain ? 
 
 5 Lord, fliall they cmfh thy People ftiiJ r 
 
 Affiift tfrne Heritage ? 
 
 6 Their Widows and their Strangers kl U ; 
 
 Nor fpare their Orphans Age ? 
 
 7 Yet thus they do ; and thus they cry, 
 
 " Can God our Aft ions fee ? 
 
 " We J scab's unknown. God defy : 
 
 u From his Obfervance frc®. 
 
 8 But think, ye flupid Fools, awhile! 
 
 Think well, ye fenfelefs Crew ! 
 
 9 Can you his facred Ears beguile, 
 
 'Who Ears hefiow'd on you ? 
 What, can't he fee, whofe hands the Eyes, 
 Thole Orbs of Wonders, made ? 
 |© I: He, whofe Hand the World chaftife, 
 
 From Your Correftion flay'd p Cant 
 
V S A L. xciv. ic; 
 
 Cane He who Senfe oa Man befows, 
 
 Their fee ret Thoughts defcry ? 
 Mens Hearts, alas! He throughly knows, 
 
 And knows their Vanity. 
 Lord, happy 'she, who, taught by Thee, 
 
 Has a!i thy Laws obey'd ! 
 He, in ill Times, at Reft, lhall fee 
 
 The Pit for Sinners made. 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 ^ Our God his Servants cant defert, 
 
 Nor his Inheritance : 
 5 But Judgment will to Right convert, 
 
 And upright Souls advance. 
 Who'll me from wicked Workers fare, 
 
 Or my Afliftant be ? 
 
 7 God only help'd me, or the Grave 
 Had quickly filenc'd me. 
 
 8 My Foot, 6 Lord, which feem'd to Aide, 
 Thy Mercy's He'p enfur'd : 
 
 9 In Cares and Fears thy Comforts try'd, 
 
 My Soul's Delight procur'd. 
 o Wilt thou fupport the Tyrant-Crew, 
 
 Who fettle Sin by Law ? 
 i Whofe Armies righteous Souls purfue ; 
 
 And Blood of Martyrs draw. 
 
 2 Though fuch their cruel Praftice be, 
 
 My God will raife my State : 
 My folia Rock, my Refuge He ; 
 
 Whofe Loves my Faith create. 
 
 3 Our God obferves their Wickednefs ; 
 
 Their Malice He'Jl repay : 
 
 With fudden Strokes their Pride reprefs, 
 
 And cut their Flope^ away. 
 
 PS AL 
 
¥& SSAL. xcv. 
 
 TSAL. xcv. 
 
 i f~\ Come your chearful Voices raife, 
 V_r To our Eternal King ! 
 The Lord, our ftrong Saltation praife, 
 His Goodnefs loudly fing ! 
 z With Thanks approach his awful fight, 
 And pleafant Anthems fing. 
 
 3 The Lord's, a God of boundlefs Might, 
 
 CVre all the Gods, a King. 
 
 4 Earth's fecret Deeps, and Mountains high, 
 
 His powerful Hand commands. 
 5: The Seas were made by Him, and dry, 
 He laid the rifing Lands. 
 
 6 O come let us our Lord adore, 
 
 And at his Foot-ftool low, 
 Our humbly bending Knees before, 
 Our great Creator fhow ! 
 
 7 For he's our God ; his People we, 
 
 And in his Paftures feed, 
 Thofe wandring Iheep which kindly He, 
 
 From Death and Darknefs freed. 
 To day, 6 hear his Voice, to day ! 
 
 8 For thus th' Almighty fpoke. 
 
 No more your own filfe Thoughts obey, 
 My Wrath no more provoke ! 
 
 11 No more with hardned Hearts refufe, 
 
 14 My necefTary Grace; 
 " Nor, as in former times, abufe 
 
 " My Word, or Holy Place! 
 
 9 tl Such Arts your Fathers us'd of old, 
 
 " Who all my Wonders law, 
 " And many Years perverfly bold, 
 u Defpis'd my righteous Law. 
 
 1.0. 
 
V S A L. xcv. 
 
 '''' At laft thus, by my felf, I fwore, 
 " With ju'ft Difpleafure raov'd, 
 
 "" This wretched Nation Cm the more, 
 " The more by Goodnefs prov'd. 
 u They neither know my felf, nor knon- 
 li Thole Rules to them addrelr, 
 
 1 Nor will I e're their Souls bellow, 
 
 " In my Eternal Reft. 
 
 /mother Metre: As Mr. Sandys s i$fh. 
 
 i /"""XOme, 6 come, and let us fing, 
 
 \^s To our Lord, and to our King ! 
 Let us make a joyful Noife, 
 To that God whofe Love employs, 
 All his faving Health, and Grace, 
 To protect his faithful Race. 
 
 2 Let us all, with Thanks, and Praife, 
 Come before his Glorious Face, 
 
 And our Pfalms, and cheerful Airs, 
 Join with Vows and humble Prayers! 
 
 3 For the, Lord, our God, is great, 
 Lofty his Eternal Seat. 
 
 Every God to Him fubmits, 
 He a King above them fits. 
 
 4 All the Earths Foundations deep, 
 Solid Rocks and Mountains fieep, 
 All their irrengtrTs by Him pciiefr, 
 And by his Protection blefr. 
 
 5 Him, the rolling Seas regard, 
 By his mighty Hands prepar'd, 
 Earth to Him, fubmiisly bows, 
 And his forming Power avows. 
 
 6 Come, 6 come, let's all adore, 
 And his Footftool kneel before! 
 Let us kneel, and pro Urate all, 
 To our Lord, and Maker, fall .! 
 
 7 Hee's 
 
io3 VSAL. xcvj. 
 
 j lists our God, our Lord, alone, 
 We are all his People known; 
 Us His Hands fecurely keep, 
 Hee's the Sheepheard, we the Sheep, 
 Hear, 6 hear, his voice to Day, 
 And that facred Voice obey! 
 
 8 Humble Jet your Hearts appear. 
 Let no Hardnefs center there, 
 As of o'd your Father's pride, 
 All my kindeft Cares defy'd, 
 When their wandring Armies paft, 
 Tho' the Deferts fandy wade. 
 
 9 Oft they tempted, oft they try'd me, 
 Often to Believe deny'd me. 
 Tho' my Wonders all they faw, 
 Knew my Power, and heard my Law. 
 
 20 All their Follies large Arrears, 
 
 Forty tedious rolling Years, 
 
 I with wondrous patience bore, 
 
 But at laft in Fury fwore. 
 " 1 1 Thefe a wretched People are, 
 
 ' l All involved in Error's fnare. 
 
 " Soon they have my Laws forgot, 
 
 " Seen my Works, but know them not - f 
 
 " By my Self, my Self alone, 
 
 " ( That's the greateft Oath that's known ) 
 
 k '' Thefe mall never, never bleir, 
 
 " Enter my Eternal Reft. 
 
 TSAL. XCV> 
 
 t "^TEw Songs to great Jehovah fmgl 
 JL^I Sing all the Earths around ! 
 Your Bleffings to his Altars bring, 
 His faving Health refound ! 
 2 Each Day your a&ive Tongues employ, 
 
 To fpread his glorious Name ! 
 5 Thro' all the Nations round with Joy, 
 
 -His wondrous Afts proclaim I 4 Our 
 
TSAL. xcvj. 109 
 
 Our Lore? is great, and greatly praiYd, 
 
 More to be feard then thofe. 
 6 Who by Va'«n Men to Godhead rais'd, 
 
 On Vainer Fools impofe. 
 Our God ftretch'd ont the lofty Syes ; 
 
 How glorious Majefty, 
 How ftrength with lovely Beauty vyes, 
 
 We in his Temple fee. 
 
 O give to God, ye Nations all, 
 
 Give ftrengtfc and Glorys due ! 
 On his g^KJtt Name with Honour call ; 
 
 To him with Offerings fue ! 
 Before his Seat of Holineft, 
 
 Let all devoutly bow, 
 And Fear before his Face exprefs; 
 
 And to his fervice vow ! 
 
 > Among the Nations round proclaim, 
 The great Jehovah reigns! 
 Through Him the World's efrablifli'd frame, 
 
 Unmov'd and Firm remains. 
 Hee'l Judge the People righteoufly ; 
 r Then let the Skys rejoice 5 
 
 Let Earth be glad, the Ocean high, 
 Exalt its roaming Voice! 
 
 2 Let all the Flocks, and Fields their Joys, 
 
 Exprefs in various ways ; 
 And Forre'rs with a murmuring Noife, 
 Their great Creator praife! 
 
 3 He flys to judge the Earth! He flies 
 
 To make the World confels, 
 AUjuftice in His Bofom lies, 
 
 And Truth and Righteofnefs. 
 
 ifSJL 
 
no P S A L. xcvij. 
 
 PSAL. xcvij. As the lozih. 
 
 i ^T^HE Lord, the Great Mefftak, reigns; 
 \ No more to Jew ft) Bounds confined. 
 Since all the World the Bleffing gains, 
 Let all exprefs a grateful Mind ! 
 
 O let that fpacious Continent 
 
 Which Adams num'rons Heirs poflefs, 
 
 And all the Ifles, with fweet Confent, 
 Their Saviour's wond'rous Love confefs ! 
 
 i Thick Clouds and gloomy Darknefs hide 
 The God from- Faithlefs, curious Eyes. 
 On Judgment too, by Juftice try'd, 
 His Throned Eternal Pillars rife. 
 
 3 Bright Flames before his Prefence fly, 
 
 And melt the Hearts of angry Foes, 
 
 4 His Beams the World with Light fu'pply ; 
 
 And trembling Earrh its Mailer knows. 
 
 5 Vain Men,. blown up with lofty Pride, 
 
 Like Wax, before his Flames appear : 
 And thofe whofe Thoughts their God defy'd, 
 The mighty God of Nature fear. 
 
 6 His Righteoufhefs the bending Skie?, 
 
 Aloud, with wondVms Signs dec'are : 
 His glorious Works before the Eyes 
 Of all th' aftonifli'd Nations are. 
 
 7 Shame be their Lot who Images 
 
 Adore, and in their Idols boafr ! 
 Our God with humbleft Worfhip pleafe ; 
 Bow to Him, all ye Hear'nly Holt ! 
 
 & Zjoh 
 
PSslL. xcvij. in 
 
 r Z Zious and Jvdatis Daughters true 
 
 With Joys thy Judgment, Lord, embraced : 
 9 The Earth hei mighty Maker knew, 
 With more than Angel-Glorys grac'd. 
 
 o O ye who love our Saviour, hate 
 All Sin for Him, in each Degree ! 
 He'll Safety for his Saints create ; 
 And from the Wicked fee them free. 
 
 [I Light's largely for the Righteous fown, 
 And Joys for upright Hearts prepar'd. 
 In Him 6 ler our Joys be fhown ; 
 
 His Holinefs, with Thanks, declar'd ! 
 
 Another Metre. 
 
 t ' I A HE Lord, the great Jehovah, reigns $ 
 J_ Let all the Earth rejoice ! 
 
 Let all thofe Ides the Sea contains 
 
 Exalt a chearful Voice ! 
 Thick Clouds and heavy Darknefshide 
 
 Our God from Humane Eyes : 
 On Righteoufnefs, by Juftice try'd, 
 His Throne's Supporters rife. 
 
 3 Fierce Flames before his dreadful Face 
 
 Con fume his angry Foes. 
 4. His Lightnings fright the World : His Place 
 
 The Earth, with trembling, mows. 
 5 The Hills, before Earth's mighty Lordj, 
 
 Like Wax, difTolving, flow : 
 £ The Heav'ns declare his righteous Word; 
 
 And All, his Glory know. 
 
 7 Shame be their Lot who Gods can make, 
 And in their Ido s boafr. 
 
 But 
 
2ii PSAL. xcvij. 
 
 But for your God our Saviour take, 
 ^ Ye bright, Angelick Hoir ! 
 
 8 Z/Ws and c j;c.iah's Daughters heard 
 
 Thy Judgments, Lord, with Joy 
 
 9 For Thou, above the Gods, art frar'd ; 
 
 O'er Earth, exalted high. 
 
 io O ye who love the Lord, with Hate 
 Al wicked Works purfue ! 
 For HqTi fecure his Servants State 
 From all th^ finful Crew. 
 x ! For upright Hearts, true Joys and Light 
 Are fown : Ye Righteous, aJ] 
 Rejoice ; and God's AL-facred Might, 
 With grateful Thoughts, re-call. 
 
 Another Metre, to the Notes of the 1 1 ^th } 
 as tranjlated by Mr. Cowky. 
 
 i A I A HE Lord, a King triumphant reigns ! 
 J Let all the Earth around, 
 
 The Ifles with Joys refound ! 
 God alone a King remains ! 
 '2 ThickClouds, and heavy Darknefs, round him fly; 
 Juftice fevere, and Judgment, waiting by. 
 His glorious Throne prepare. 
 
 3 Bright Flames before his Face, 
 With dreadful Flafhes, rake the Air ; 
 
 And all his Foes malignant Race, (embrace. 
 With all their impious Works, one burning Pile 
 
 4 See how the pointed Lightnings roll ; 
 
 With what a difmal Glare 
 They fill the glowing Air, 
 Soaring tow'rcl the frighted Pole ! 
 Shocked with the Viilon,trembling Nature-quakes ; 
 The fhatter'd Earth a fir ong Convulilon makes 
 
 5 The 
 
VSAL. xc\i). 213 
 
 5 The lofty Mountains melt, 
 Like Wax before the Fires : 
 
 Whate'er his fcorching Fury fe J t, 
 Before the World's great Lord retires ; 
 And by his awful Frown dillbVd, at once expires. 
 
 6 The Heav'ns his Righteoufnefs declare ; 
 
 And all the People fee 
 
 His glorious Majefty, 
 
 How it rllJs the Purpled Air. 
 
 7 May Shame deferv'd, and dark Confufion flize . 
 Thole Fools, whofe Thoughts their empty Ido's 
 
 Fools, who abfurdly boaft (pieafe ! 
 
 In Gods themfelves can frame ! 
 But, 6 ye bright, Ange'ick Hofts, 
 Adore our Great N -jatfs Name ; (claim I 
 
 And on your bended Knee?, the God of Gods pre- 
 
 8 His Condefcenfions Sifri heard, 
 
 And Jndntfs Daughters too ; 
 
 And at the wondrous Shew, 
 Extafy'd with Joys, appear'd : 
 Thy Goodnefs then before the Nations fhone ; 
 Thy facred Judgments th r ough the World wore 
 
 9 But, though fo lowly now, (known, 
 Thy glorious Godhead Hill 
 
 Makes a ! l the W orld fubmifly bow ; 
 BlelVd Angeh thy Commands fulfil : 
 And All Subjection yield to thy Immortal Will 
 
 10 Ye who the Great Jtkvtikh love, 
 
 With God- ike Hatred due, 
 
 All wicked Work-, purfue : 
 Fix your happy Souls above ! 
 Ke, like a Father, guards his faithful Souls ; 
 And ail their Foes, and all their Force, controls. 
 
 11 But Mirth and Light to all 
 The JuiT and Good lhall mine : 
 
ij"4 TSAL. xcviij. 
 
 12 O, then your ancient Joys re-call ! 
 In your Jehovah's Praife combine ; 
 And all his holy Ails record in Songs Divine ! 
 
 TSAL. xcviij. 
 
 i'~T^HELord,who wondrous Workshathwrough 
 JL With Anthems new proclaim ! 
 
 His Hand, his holy Arm, hath brought 
 Himfelf the Conqueror's Name. 
 2 He makes his great Salvation known, 
 To give the Nations Light : 
 His Righteoufnefs the Lord hath fhown, 
 In all the People's Sight. 
 
 5 His Mercies he hath calfd to mind, 
 His Truth to IjraeCs Race : 
 And all thofe Bounds which Earth confin'd, 
 His Saving Health embrace. 
 4 Sing to the Lord, 6 Earth ! aloud ! 
 Sing chearful Notes around! 
 The Lord, among the grateful Croud, 
 The Lord's juft Praife refound. 
 
 t 6 To God, with Harps, your Voices raife, 
 And Trumpets Martial Sound: 
 With ecchoing Cornets lit the Praife 
 Of God, the King, be crown'd ! 
 
 m Let Seas with all their Fulnefs, roar ! 
 
 ' The World, and all its Hoft ! 
 
 8 In Him each River's founding Shoar, 
 And lofty Mountain boafr ! 
 
 o Tor now the Lord to Judgment's near, 
 And Earth its Doom fhall know : 
 His Righteoufnefs the World fha'l hear, 
 His Truth and Juftice ftiow. 
 
 An$m 
 
rSAL. xcviij. 11 y 
 
 ; ; fres as Mr. Sandys' j i$fb. 
 
 i jT~\ Sing to God, the Lord: 
 V.J' His wond'rous Works record ! 
 Sing, fing an Anthem new. 
 Return his Praifes due, 
 Whofe Hand, whofe ho'y Arm 
 Diffolv'd Hell's fatal Charm ; 
 Whom we triumphant fee, 
 And crown' d with Viftorie ! 
 
 2 The Lord's Salvation 
 
 Is now more clearly known : 
 His Truth and Juftice He 
 Makes all the Nations fee. 
 
 3 But with his Ijra.l 
 His Mercies ever dwell : 
 And though a while a Cloud 
 His Truth and Mercy fhroud 
 From their expefting Eyes, 
 Off foon the Shadow flies, 
 And both, with Beams Divine 
 More bright and firongly mine, 
 So all the Nations round 
 Have our Salvation found j 
 How God about us waits, 
 And all our Health creates. 
 
 4 Let all the Nations round 
 Their Maker's Praifes found : 
 O let the Earth rejoice, 
 And raife its chcarful Voice; 
 And a>l the World combine 
 In Thanks, and Songs Divine. 
 
 5 Sing to the Lord ! 6 ling 
 To our Eternal King ! 
 
 To well- tun 1 d Harps 6 raife 
 Your Notes of Heav'nly Praiic ! 
 
 <50 
 
1 1 6 P S A L. xcix. 
 
 6 O let the Trumpets found, 
 Let Cornets Notes rebound, 
 And with them loudly fing 
 To our Eternal King ! 
 
 7 Let the loud Ocean roar 
 Its Joys from Shoar to Shoar : 
 Let Angels, blefs'd on high, 
 With Earth in Praifes vye ! 
 
 8 O kt the Waters found, 
 The ecchoing Hills rebound ; 
 And with a chearfui Nolle* 
 Exprefs their boundlefs Joys ! 
 
 9 Let Ail their Joy funnels 
 Before the Lordexpref. i 
 
 For, loe ! He comes with Hafre, 
 And Awful G-ories grac'd : 
 His dreadful Summons all 
 To his Tnbuna ; call : 
 His Judgment then fha 1 blefs 
 The World with Righteoufnefs : 
 Truth from his Lips fhail flow ; 
 And all the World ihall know 
 Their glorious Judge, and fee 
 His Love and Equity. 
 
 VSAL. xcix. 
 
 j /*">HrHr reigns ! Let all the People round 
 V_^/ Beneath his Empire quake ! 
 He fits above the Cherubs, crown'd : 
 Let Earth's foundations make ! 
 
 2 The Lord in SiVs great, and high ; 
 
 Above the People rais'd. 
 
 3 O may his dreadful iVlajeity, 
 
 His holy Name, be prais'd ! 
 
 4 Judgment our mighty Monarch loves, 
 
 And Equity prepares : 
 
PSAL. C. 117 
 
 And Judgment with his Tuftice moves 
 
 In Jacob's blefs'd Affairs. 
 O then exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Before InsFoot-iTool bow ; 
 And fpread hi 1 , wond'rous Works abroad. 
 
 His holy Nature fhow ! 
 
 So Mops once, and Aarv* fo 
 
 Among hi< Prielrs appeared ; 
 And 'iwnie! with his Prophets, who 
 
 The God vtlBcob fear'd. 
 Thefeat his Footfrool bow'd, and there 
 
 To him devoutly pray'd ; 
 And always found his Anfwers near, 
 
 And all their Faith repaid. 
 
 > They kept his Teftimonies fare, 
 
 His Statute-Laws obey'd ; 
 And He to Them from Clouds obfcure 
 
 His gentle Anfwers made. 
 Sometimes indeed his Wrath fever e 
 
 Their Follies would purfue, 
 Yet oft their Cries Fle'd kindly hear, 
 
 His Mercies oft renew. 
 
 O praife our God's exa ] ted Name, 
 
 Before his Altars bow ! 
 Our God, our holy Lord proclaim. 
 
 With Praife his Glory fhow ! ' 
 
 PSAL. c. 
 
 YE who enjoy Salvation's Light, 
 To God your Voices raife; 
 Appear with Gladnefs in His Sight. 
 
 And Sing your Saviour's Praue ! 
 Our Lord is God indeed ; it's He, 
 Not We our feives have made ; 
 
 L Our 
 
V£ PSA-L. c> 
 
 Our Shepherd, He; his People, we; 
 And in his Paflures laid. 
 
 4 O then approach his Courts, his Gates, 
 With Thanks, and hearty Praife : 
 For Praife on his Aflembly waits 
 On all his holy Days. 
 r$ O b'efs his Name, fox God is good, 
 And a 1 ] his Mercies fure : 
 His Truth from Age to Age has flood, 
 And mall unchang'd endure. 
 
 Another Metre. As the old lootL 
 
 Ye enlightened Souls, with Praife 
 Before our mighty Lord appear '! 
 To Him your chearful Voices raite ; 
 Adore his Name with humbkit. I : ear, 
 
 3 He's our Almighty God.; not w.e, 
 
 But He, to us our b'ub! ranee ga\ f e : 
 He's ours, we His, thole Sheep which He 
 Di\i,by bis own pure Blood to fave. 
 
 4 O then approach his Gates with praife, 
 
 And in his Courts his Glories mig; ; 
 On all his own appointed Days, 
 Your Sacrifice of Psalfes ling* 
 
 5 He's always kind, and always good., 
 
 His Favour great, his Mercy fure; 
 His Truth has ever firmly flood. 
 And fhall from Age to Age endure. 
 
 PSAL. cj. 
 
 i TV fi Ercy FIJ fing, and Judgment praife, 
 XjJL And fing my God to Thee. 
 
 1 
 
PS At. cij. 11 9 
 
 And wifely- walk in perfeft Ways: 
 
 O come, dear Lord, to me! 
 Then rvirli an undifTembling Hearty 
 
 T 1 ever juftiy move ; 
 And in my Courr, in every part 
 
 Thy iacred Rules improve. 
 
 No wicked A&ions fhall mine Eyes 
 
 With Satisfaction fee. 
 And thofe who things perverfe dzvifQ, 
 
 Shall ne're be great with Me. 
 From Ale all fro ward Fools fhall part; 
 
 Til none that's wicked own: 
 But cut off thofe whofe fland'rous Art 
 
 Againft their Neighbour's ftiown. 
 
 The Heart that's proud, the Look that's h'gh, 
 
 Til ne're at Court endure, 
 Lut through the Land my fearching Eye 
 
 Shall faithful Friends procure. 
 That Man who treads a perfect Path 
 
 My Favourite fhall be ; 
 But Cheats, and thofe who break their Faith 
 
 Sha'l never dwell with Ale, 
 
 I'll bear no Liar in mv fight, 
 
 The wicked FJ1 defhoy, 
 Till Salem freed from Sinners quite, 
 
 Sha'l perfeft Peace enjoy. 
 
 FSAL. cij. 
 
 A Soul ftith might) Woes opfrej}. 
 May thus tompi miking /j/vn : 
 And in deep Sorrows Language drtji , 
 His weighty Griefs dijfity 
 
 A ' * L l i Hear 
 
no FSAL. cij. 
 
 i Hear Lord, O hear my Prayers and Cries ! 
 To Me thy Face difdofe! 
 
 2 My Soul, loft in Affliction, dies. 
 
 O hear ! O eafe my Woes ! 
 
 3 Grief wafts my Days like Smoke, and dries 
 
 My Bones, like Hearths, with heat. 
 
 4 My Heart, like Grafs quite withered, lies, 
 
 And I forget my Meat. 
 
 5 My Bones break through my fliriveling Skin: 
 
 Through my unceafing Groans : 
 
 6 I'm like thole dolefu 1 Birds, which in 
 
 Wild Deferts vent their moans. 
 
 7 Like little Birds which fpent with Grief 
 
 About their Neftlings mourn ; 
 .3 While taunting Foes againft my Life, 
 With bloody Oaths are fworn. 
 
 9 Allies my Bread, my Drink was Tears, 
 
 While I endur'd thy frown, 
 i-o Thy Love once rais'd me up from Fears ; 
 
 Thy Wrath now hurls me down. 
 i.-i The Shaddow falls, my Lifes weak Flame 
 
 So finks ; like Grafs it wains ; 
 j 2 But (till thou art, thy glorious Name, 
 
 From Age to Age remains. 
 
 1 3 Rife Lord ! for S-'o??s help return ; 
 
 In time her Woes relieve ! 
 j 4 Thy Servants o're her Ruins mourn, 
 
 And for her Afhes grieve, 
 i 5 All Nations then thy Name fhall fear ; 
 
 Al! King's thy Glory fee ; 
 o When Sions Walls new built appear, 
 
 And Glory fprings from thee. 
 
 Part 
 
TSAL. cij. xx i 
 
 Tart 2. 
 
 God hears the filent Mourner's Prayer r 
 
 O write his Goodnefs down ! 
 So (lull Pofterity declare 
 
 Their mighty God's renown. 
 > God from his Holy Throne, his Eye 
 
 Turn'd down on Earth below. 
 ) To fave the Men condemned lo die, 
 And let the Prifoners. go. 
 
 i That they in Sims Walls might (how 
 His Praife, his Name record, 
 
 2 When thither Kings and Kingdoms flow, 
 To fcrve their Mighty Lord. 
 
 3 My Strength, my (horcned Days he broker- 
 
 Then, " fpare me Lord ! I pray'd. 
 4. u Sufpend, dear Lord, thy deadly ftrbkef? 
 " Thy Years can never fade. 
 
 5 Thy Hands this Earth's Foundations cafly 
 
 And irretch'd the lofty Skies. 
 
 6 They perifh, but thy Nature lafts, 
 
 And Time it felf defies. 
 They like a worn-out Garment fail, 
 And fhall be chang'd for new. 
 
 7 Thou'rt frill the fame, Age can't prevail? 
 Nor time thy Steps purfue. 
 
 l8 Our Lands fha'l quickly be fuppli'd 
 With thy obedient Race, 
 And their well-fettled Heirs abide. 
 Secure before thy Face. 
 
 »SAl, 
 

 %*• PS AL. ciiji 
 
 T S AL. ciij. »fi /^e ioor^. 
 
 ir C\ Praife the Lord with grateful Joy ! 
 
 My Tongue my Soul his Praifes fing !' 
 x O let his Praife thy Powers employ ! 
 
 His Loves to kind Remembrance bring !' 
 
 3 'Tis He forgives thy Sins, 'tis Ke 
 
 Thy Weaknefs heals, thy Plagues removes, 
 
 4 Redeems thy Life from Mifery, 
 
 And crowns thee with his tendereft Loves., 
 
 f With good He fills the Youth and Age ; 
 
 Thy Age with vigorous Youth renews* 
 6 His Arms for Saints oppreft engage; 
 
 His juft Revenge their Foes purfues. 
 
 f He to his Jfraeh Race of old, 
 
 By Mofcs made his Precepts known : 
 He, by ottrjefas, fti 11 unfolds 
 
 His Will arid Goodnefs towards his own* 
 
 t Our Lord is kind, his Mercies great; 
 
 His Vengance, not his Mercy flow, 
 9 He'll not too oft his Strokes repeat. 
 
 Nor let Kis Anger alway glow. 
 
 ip So with our fclves He dealt, our Crimes - 
 Though foul, with Rods he gently fatfltfL 
 His pittying-Eyes a thoufand times , 
 Our Hill repeated Follies pad. 
 
 j I His Goodnefs fo furrounds his own, 
 As Skies enclofe our humbler Earth. 
 
 12 From us our Sins are farther thrown , 
 Tien Sun-fa? s from the Mornings Birth- 
 
 Part. 
 

 TSAL. civ. 125 
 
 • Tart 2. 
 
 r-3 More love to pious Souls he {hows , 
 Then Fathers to their Darling Heirs, 
 
 P4 Oar frailer Conftiturion know*, 
 
 Our mouldring Duft as gently fpares. 
 
 15 Weak Man, like early Birds may rife, 
 Or Grafs which fliades the cheerful Plains: 
 
 16 But ftruck with blafting Winds he dies, 
 And neither Houfe nor Name remains. 
 
 17 But Gods unfailing Grace purfues 
 The Juft, and all their faithful Seed-: 
 
 18 Who on his Sacred Covenant rmife, 
 And all his, -righteous Precepts ffokt* 
 
 1-9 On high our God has fixt his Throne, 
 
 And thence his boundlefs Empire guides; 
 And o're the Subject World, alone, 
 His Arbitrary Will prefides. 
 
 20 Praife Him, ye Angel-flames, whofe Might 
 
 Does in compleat Obedience mine! 
 
 21 O praife Him all ye Sons of Light : 
 BleiVd Minifters of Love Divine ! 
 
 X2 O all his Works your Maker praife ! 
 
 Praife through his fpacious Empire fmg ! * 
 While I with grateful Anthems raife 
 New Honours to my Glorious King. 
 
 P S A L. civ. As the 1 ooth. ■ 
 
 1 f~\ Praife the Lord, my tuneful Soul ! 
 
 V_y How great,ble(r God,how wondrous great. 
 What Majefty, what Glories roll 
 About thy Everlaiting Seat! 
 
 L 4 2 Lighjt 
 
12£ TSAL. civ. 
 
 2 Light robes Thee with her Radiant Streams; 
 s " Thy Curtains are th' expanded Skies. 
 
 a Floods bear thy Chambers weighty Beams; f 
 
 On humble Clouds thy Chariot flies. 
 
 God walks en groaning Winds in State , 
 4 Attended with his Angel-Bands; 
 And Servant-Flames around him wait, 
 And fly to bear his great Commands. 
 
 3 He Earth's Foundations ftrongjy laid- ; 
 
 A weJI-p©is d never moving Load. 
 
 6 A wavy Deep its Covering made, 
 
 Which o're the higheft Mountains flow'cf, 
 
 7 But off the head-Jong Waters flew, 
 
 When his commanding Thunders roar'd. 
 
 8 They to©k their place , and ftrait in view, 
 
 Sweet Piains appear *d, and Mountains foaftL 
 
 9 The Floods their Bounds appointed know ; 
 
 Earth fears no more th' encroaching Deep : 
 io Through Valleys Cryfral Fountains flow, 
 And round the Mountains foftly creep. 
 
 1 1 To Them the SaVage Creatures fly, 
 
 And kindly cool their thirfty Flame. 
 
 1 2 The Birds above them ilng on high, 
 
 And there their curious buildings frame. 
 
 j j- His Rains refresh the parching Hills, 
 
 And make our Earth with limits abound; ;v t 
 
 14 Thence Graft the hungry CatteJ fills, 
 
 And Herbs for Men are uieful found. , 
 
 Through. 
 
TSAL. civ. «{ 
 
 Through Him rich Corn oVe-fpreads the Fields, 
 
 5 And Wine to chear our drooping Hearts. 
 Fat fhi.ning Juice his Olive yields ; 
 
 His Bread a vital Strength imparts. 
 
 6 Sap feeds the lofry Cedar-Groves , 
 
 7 Where Birds of Prey their Eieries raiie, 
 
 8 The Goat on Rocky Mountains roves; 
 
 Through Rocks the Coney breaks her Ways, 
 
 9 The Moon, the Sun, their Seafons know. 
 
 And when to rife , and when to fall ; 
 do Nights gloomy Clouds our World o'reflow', 
 And out the Forreit-Rangers crawl, 
 
 :i The Wolves, the Tygers, howl for Preyy' • 
 And loud thQ hungry Lions: roar. 
 God for their Diet finds a way, 
 And feeds them with his fecret Store. 
 
 12 But when the Sun appears, they fly, 
 And to their unknown Dens repare ; 
 
 23 And Men their bufinefs fafely ply, 
 i ill Night again o're-clouds the Air, 
 
 14 Hew various, Lord, how wifely fram'd; 
 Great God, thy Works of Wonder are/ 
 Thy Riches are through Earth p.rcc'aim'd' 
 
 25 Thy Wealth tlf unfathom'd.Seas declare. 
 
 Tart 3, 
 
 There Fifties greit andfmall, in ftrangc 
 UnnumberM Numbers cut their Way. 
 
 26 There Navies float, and Mongers range., 
 And Whales in boundlei* Oceans play. 
 
27 Tiufe All, bleft-God, depend on Theej - 
 
 Of Thee they beg their timely Food: 
 %% Thy Gifts they catch, thy Hands are free, 
 
 And All are fillM with needful Good. 
 
 - 
 
 so Thou hid'fr thy Face, affrighted, They 
 Sink down to Dulr, and Duft remain : 
 
 30' Thy Spirit commands, the Dead obey, 
 And rife and fill the World again. 
 
 3 1 God's Glory lads ; He> pleas'd, reviews 
 His Works ; hi? Looks, his dreadful Stroke 
 
 52 Convulfions through the World difrufe, 
 
 Ariel make the trembling Mountains fmoakc 
 
 33 To God^my mighty Lord, I'll ling, 
 
 While 1 Health, or Life, or Breath remains:.. 
 
 34 My Heart in Him with Joys fhall fpring j- 
 
 111 priife his Name in lofty ^trains. 
 
 35 He'll foon confound the Sinner's Race, 
 
 And impious plotting Fools control, 
 And all their Stock on Earth deface. 
 O blefs, 6'praife the Lor-d, my Soul ! ; 
 
 ' TSJLxv* as the j oath, or M\ Sandys'* 8r&> 
 
 1 jT^\ Pralfe the Lord ! invoke his Name ! 
 
 V J His Afis through ev'ry Tribe proclaim;! 
 
 2 Sing, fing aloud : your Anthems raiie : 
 Through all the World his Wonders praife ! 
 
 3 Him, and his holy.Name adore .; 
 
 His Smiles, with chearful Hearts, implore : 
 4, And feek the Lord, his Strength embrace - y 
 ^fflrf.evjtr fesk his glorious face, 
 
 v. 5.O.: 
 
PSJL. cv. 2*7 
 
 5 O ye of Ar Y kim& faithful Seed, 
 O ve o£ 7-rjo/'schofen Breed, 
 
 6 His ftrange, his dreadful Afts relate, 
 And on his Judgments meditate! 
 
 7 He's our great God, our Lord alone ,• 
 
 His Judgments through the World are known : 
 
 8 His Covenant, his Word of old, 
 Shall through a Thoufand Ages hold. 
 
 9 What Pie to AfoWxm fpoke before. 
 What He to tfiki firmly fwore, 
 
 io And as a Law on iftaM laid, 
 
 And thus his lafting Cov'nant made. 
 
 • 
 " To you rich Cavaxns Land Til give, 
 4i Where you, its lawful Heirs, fhal) live. 
 
 1 1 Though then their Seed were weak and fmaJ], 
 And defpicable Strangers all. 
 
 ) 3 When they a Thoufand Movements made, 
 And round the neighboring Countries ftray'd; 
 
 14 He them, .again ft the World, maintained $ 
 And Ill-deiigning Kings reitrahVd.- 
 
 15" From Wrongs be my Anointed free; 
 11 Let no malicious Injurie 
 " My Prophets or my Friends approachy 
 i * Or on my .choien Sons encroach I 
 
 Parr '2. 
 
 16 Sharp Famine Canaws Land annoy 'J/ 
 And God the Staff- of Bread deftroy'd 3 
 And 'aco^s Himfe, amohg the reft, 
 TheJong-coutiaird Wartf opprefc'd.- 
 
 
 J7Ye: 
 
nS. PSAL..CV. 
 
 17 Yet ?«/??£, fold a Slave, he fent 
 Before, who might their Fate;, prevent. 
 
 18 Chains were the wretched Captive's Dole, 
 The pinching Fetters reach'd his Soul. 
 
 19 Till Time might for his He'p provide, 
 God's Word his faithful Wildom try'd ; 
 
 2© Then fent the Kin*.', and eas'd him ; He 
 W ho rui'd the People, i^t him free. 
 
 21 Him o'er his Royal Houfe preferr'd, 
 To him his weighty Cares referr'd, 
 
 22 That Lords and Senators mi^h: know 
 His God-like Senfe, and wifer grow. 
 
 23 Then down to Er f p- ijfael ytcnH 
 And there his Hoary Age was fpent. 
 
 24 There God his fruitful Seed increas'd; 
 With Strength; above their En'mies blef/'A 
 
 2 5: But then their ancient Hate revived, 
 And they his People's Fate contrivd. 
 
 26 But, to divert their fpiteful Blows, 
 God Mofes fent, and Aaron choie. 
 
 27 They God's fear'd Will, at evVy Stroke, 
 In Signs and dreadful Wonders Jpoke : 
 
 28 And KeiLifli Gloom, at his Command, 
 Imprifon'd aU the groaning Land. 
 
 i£ Their Streams were turn'd to pois'nous Gore y 
 The poifon'd Fiih o'er-fpread theShoar. 
 
 33 Their Reads Frogs freckled Armies choak'd, 
 And WU\d \\&ii Royal Chambers troak'd. 
 
 Pan 
 
P S A n cv. li<) . 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 1 He fpoke, his Word the Daft alarmM, 
 
 And Lice in all their quarters fwarm'd. 
 ji He hurl'd down Monlteous Hails for Rains: 
 And burning flames rak'd the-PJains. 
 
 33 Their -Vine;, their. Figs, their Trees, theftroke* 
 Of his prodigious Thunder^ broke, 
 
 34 He fpoke, the LocuOs marching round, 
 And unknown Infe£h fwept the Ground. 
 
 35; Their Herbs and Grafs, no more appear"'d ; 
 The Land of all its Fruits was clear'd. 
 
 36 Their Firft-born fell, Gods fatal ftroke, 
 Their early ftrength and Glory broke. 
 
 37 Then cut their VigVous Tribes he led, 
 With Jewels Gold and Silver fped, 
 
 38 Tho' pillag'd a k$f* joy'd to fee, 
 Themfeives from P/agues and Terrours free. 
 
 39 He coo 'd them with a Cloud by Day; 
 By Night Flames pointed out their Way. 
 
 40 They ask't, He gave them Quai's for meat; 
 And let them Bread of Angels-eat. 
 
 41 He (Truck the Reck, the Waters fiowM ; 
 And frreams on parching Lands befrow'd ; 
 
 42 For now his facred Oath re-curr'd, 
 To /Jbraham his unchanging Word. 
 
 43 He therefore bade f.i People be 
 
 From Bonds with />ys trill m p!-ianf, free 
 4-4 And thenconiign'd to /; <• 's Hand?, 
 
 The Neighbouring Towns, and Heathen Lands. 
 
 . 
 
 45 H* 
 
if£l VSAL. crj. 
 
 45 He freely all on them beftow'd, 
 That, fenfible of what they ow'd, 
 Their Seed, his Statutes might record, 
 And keep his Laws : O praife the Lord! 
 
 ' : 
 
 P/tf/.CVj. As the 100th. or Mr. Sandys' i l%l; 
 
 i jT~\ Praife the Lord! his Goodnefy praife! 
 
 V^ For fure his Bound ;efs Mercy (lands, 
 X The itrength of his Almighty Hands, 
 
 His Honour, who can juftjy blaze ? 
 
 3 Thrice happy they, who Judgment keep, 
 
 And always righteous Laws purflie : 
 
 4 Lord, let me, as thy People do, 
 
 By thy Salvation guarded, fleep! - 
 
 5 To me thy Favour then mall mow, 
 
 That good thy chofen Friends partake, 
 That Mirth thy happy People make, 
 Thofejoys thy dear Poileflions know. 
 
 6 We, Lord, have, with our Fathers, finn'd ; 
 
 Their Crimes, their impious Crimes renewal, 
 
 7 Who thy /EDtian Wonders viewM, 
 But. to Forgetfulnefs refignU; 
 
 Forgot his Mercies ftores, and near 
 The.Sea, fo late'y pafs'd, rebefd : 
 
 8 Yet frill He all their Fears difpel'd, 
 To make his Name and Power appear. 
 
 9 He cut the Seas, and dry'd the Sands, 
 
 While they through Deeps as Defarts, pafs'd; 
 
 10 And brought them fafe to ftioar at Jaft, 
 Redeemed from Pexfecutin^ iiands. 
 
 ii Their 
 
T SJL. cvy. ' *}i 
 
 fl Thtir Foes the Ioofned Waves o'er flow' J, 
 Nor one his wretched Life retriev'd ; 
 Then; they his Word a while be'ieved, 
 And Gratitude with Praiies lhow'd. 
 
 15 But foon they all his Works forgot, 
 Nor his Divine Advice improv'd ; 
 
 14 Th^ir .raging Lute his Anger mov'd^ 
 And made it in the Defert Hot. 
 
 15 And tho 1 he gave their Proud requeft, 
 
 Their Stomachs eafeiefs Hunger tore j 
 
 16 On Mofes then their Envy bore. 
 
 And Jarw, God's Anoynted Priefh 
 
 !4i> Then Dtitharfs and Abiranis Crew, 
 
 Earsfes-hollow gaping Womb devour'd : 
 
 18 Fierce Lightnings on th'Ailembly pour'd ,;. i 
 And Flanies the.Godlefs Rebels -flew. 
 
 Bart . 2 . 
 
 19 Next, They the Calf in Ho^fram'd." 
 
 And to the fenfelefs Idol bow'd; 
 
 20 A grazing Brutes dead fhape, aloud, 
 They both their God and Guide proclaim'd* 
 
 a 1 They ne'er on God, their Saviour, more, 
 Nor £^/>;'si>!avimTurTrings, thought; 
 What Wonders there his Hand had wrought? 
 And on the Oceans Purple fhore. 
 
 22 
 
 23 He then their Ruin had decree'Jy 
 But in his c ho fen Mgjki came, 
 He ftay'd th' approaching dreadful Flame, 
 And facred Wrath, impetuous lpeed. 
 
 24 Yea,., 
 
2 3* 
 
 VSAL. cvj. 
 
 24 Yea, they the promised Land difdaln'd, 
 
 His Word with them no Credence found ; 
 
 25 Bale Murmurs fill'd their Tents around, 
 And off they threw their Lords command. 
 
 26 Then God againfl" them raisM his Hands, 
 
 That they in Defart-Wilds might die ; 
 
 27 Their fcattcr'd Race confounded lie, 
 And perifh all in barbarous Lands. 
 
 28 Yet- unreclaim'd, the fenfelefs Crew. 
 
 Their Souls to P r - r «fs God betraid. 
 And eating Sacrifices made, 
 To him J an Idol's Servants grew. 
 
 29 Thus they, with ftndied Art, rebelled. 
 And out the Plague among them broke; 
 
 30 Till BJ/udfiSt with a righteous frroke, 
 The P.' agues infeftious Rage repell'd. 
 
 31 That gallant Action rais'd his Fame, 
 When God's iufl: Wrath his Zeal atton'd ; 
 His God rhe Righteous Action own\i, 
 
 And bleft him with a-Deathlefs Name. 
 
 2 Nay, more they durit rheir;God provoke; 
 At Mejpbs iprings they mifchief made: 
 
 3 Mofeti that meekeft Soul betrays", 
 
 TillPailion in him rafhly fpoke. 
 
 Part 3. 
 
 34 The Nations, to Deftruftion doom'd, 
 
 By Gcc.': ? Command, they fondly fpar'd* 
 And for their Pity's juft Reward, 
 
 35 
 
 Their Sins, and all their Plagues, ailum'd. 
 
 
 l6 Among 
 
VSAL. cvj. 233 
 
 6 Among a Thoufand fhares they fell, 
 
 While to their graven Gods they bow'd : 
 
 7 Their wretched Sons, and Daughters, vow'd 
 To Devils, they facrinVd to Hell. 
 
 8 The Blood of Sons and Daughters round. 
 
 Poor Innocents, to Idols flow'd : 
 Canaan a difmal fhambles fhow'd, 
 And Infant Gore the Country drowned. 
 
 9 Their Works, and vile Inventions, both* 
 
 Them to polluting Whoredoms drew, 
 (.0 Till God incens'd againfr them grew, 
 And could his own PoiIefHons loath. 
 
 \\ But God, with juft Revenge, refign'd 
 
 Them to their domineering Foes ; 
 \i Where, vex't with long oppreffing WoeJ, 
 Their Pride and lofty Thoughts declined. 
 
 ^ 3 Oft fav r d they finn'd as oft, and maie 
 
 His Vengeance profecute their Crimes: 
 $4 Yet in their darkeft fuftring Times, 
 He faw and heard them while they pray'A 
 
 If? He calPd his Covenant to Mind, 
 
 And Syinpathiz'd with all their Woes ; 
 
 (\6 And foon their flubborn- hearted Foes, 
 Grew gentle, pittiful, and kind. 
 
 147 O fave us, Lord ! our CaptivM Race 
 
 From Heathen Chains and Lands recall, 
 That we may ling thy Praife, and fall 
 With Thanks before thy Glorious Face, 
 
 • 48 The God>of ifxwft Name record, 
 
 His Praife from Age to Age refonnd; 
 
 And let the joyful Tribes around 
 Sing out Amen ; v praife Lord ! 
 
~3f FSAL. cvij 
 
 o 
 
 P S "AL. CVij. Part }. Metre i, 
 
 Praife the Lord ! Exa't his Name ; 
 His Gocdnefs celebrate ! 
 
 Let Ace to Age refound his Fame, 
 His bounteous A&s relate ! 
 i Sing to His Name, ye whom frcm Chains 
 His peaceful Arm redeemed.: 
 Gbe his Praife in grateful Streinc, 
 His glorious VVorks efteenfd. 
 
 3 He from Earth's utmoft Quarters drew 
 
 His ifraefs fcatter'd Race ; 
 
 4 And the wild Defarts wandring thro',. 
 
 They found no RefHng-place, 
 
 5 Tho* pinch'd with Hunger, fc orch'd with Thirft t 
 
 Their wafting Spirits fail' d ; 
 Yet with their pittying God at firft 
 Their humble Cries prevailed. 
 
 U Thro* all their Streights his careful Hand 
 
 Was their unfailing. Guide, 
 7 And'fmoothM their Ways, and made their Bands 
 
 In. well-built Towns refide. 
 S O praife his Goodnefs ! Praife his Name! 
 
 His wond'rous Mercies praife ! 
 Thro'all the World his A£h proclaim ! 
 
 His boundlefs Glories raife f 
 
 Pert X. Metre iv 
 
 9 Praife God ! His Springs we fee 
 Relieve the thiriry Soul ; 
 The hungry Wretch revives, when He 
 Reftows his plenteous Dole ! 
 jo But when they, foolifh all, 
 , _ His gracious Laws abus'd> 
 
 5 Defpis'd 
 
?SAL. cvij. tj> 
 
 DefpisM their Maker's g8ntleft CalJ,. 
 And Love's ibft Voice refus'cL 
 
 11 Then he the fttiblorn Crew 
 In weighty Fetters chain'd ; 
 
 Death's Chains around the Rebels flew 3 . 
 And Woes their Souls reftrain'd,. 
 
 12 Yet, when ooprefs'd, they bow'd 
 Beneath the difmal Weight ; 
 
 And when, in vain, they begg'd aloud: 
 For Men to eafe their State. 
 
 13 When to their God they cry'd, 
 And at his Footftool laid 
 
 Their prefling Griefs, and mortify M, 
 The foftning Rebels pray'd. 
 
 14 He clear 'd the Skies above, 
 And every Slave unchain'd, 
 
 And with warm Beams of gentleft Love. 
 The Sufferers entertain'd. 
 
 15 O praiie, O praife his Name, . 
 
 His bounteous Afts declare! 
 ! Let all Mankind with Thanks proclaim- 
 How great his Mercies are ! 
 
 Tart 3. Metre p As the i-ootb.. 
 
 26 Praife God ! At his Command the. Gates 
 Of maflive Brafs their Leaves unfold ; 
 No Bars of Steel, nor Ourdy Grates 
 
 Againft his powerful Words can hold. 
 
 17 When Fools, for Sins afflicled, griev'd, 
 
 And with their Sins their Judge provok'd, 
 
 l& No Meats their. Appetites rejievd, 
 
 Nor eas'd their Hunger's fickly Stroke. 
 
 Their. 
 

 236 VSAL. cvij. 
 
 Their Stomachs loath' d blefs'd Angels Focd, 
 Sweet Manna dropping from the Skies ; 
 
 And Quails difturb'd their curdling Blood, ' 
 Till Nature funk without Supplies. 
 
 19 Yet when the fainting Sinners pray'd, . 
 
 Pie heard, and heard them when they cry'd ; 
 God's Word their dying Swoons allay'd, 
 And Appetites and Food fupply'd. 
 
 20 New Life, new Spirits he beftow'd 
 
 Where fading Nature's Force declin'd ; 
 To them his healthful Favours fhow'd, 
 And their diftemper'd Blood refin'd. 
 
 21 O praife our God! Exalt his Name ! 
 
 Above the Skies exalt his Name ! 
 
 22 Your Thanks with Sacrifice proclaim, 
 
 And Trophies to his Goodnefs raife! 
 
 Fart 4. Metre 4. as the 1 J$th* 
 
 33 Such whofe bold Courage o're 
 The reftlefs Ocean flies, 
 And fail from Shore to Shore r . 
 For wealthy Merchandife 
 24 Such Men may fee 
 
 How wondrous there 
 God's Works appear, 
 How powerful He. 
 
 ay For if in Storms he fpeak, 
 
 The fwelling Tempeft roars ; 
 And foaming Billows break, 
 And lafh the bounding Shores. 
 While Wind and Tide 
 On rolling Seas, 
 Where-e'er they pleafe, 
 
 Triumphant ride. 26* Now 
 
PSAL. cvij. Z37 
 
 > Now high the towriug Fleet 
 On Warry Mountains rile, 
 As if the Clouds they'd meet, 
 Or brave the threatning Skies. 
 Now down they come, 
 Steep tumbling all, 
 With dreadful Fall, 
 To meet their Doom. 
 
 a 7 Strait every ihatter'd Sail 
 
 Reels here, and fta^gers there. 
 While horrid Storms prevail, 
 And Courage yields to fear. 
 Al' Hopes are loft, 
 And in Black Night, 
 Ships guidelefs quite, 
 At random tofs'd. 
 
 1 8 But when on God they call, 
 
 He hears their mournful Cries, 
 £9 Loud Storms in Silence fall, 
 
 And Light remounts the Skies : 
 Rough Billows flake, 
 And gentle Gales 
 Swell all their Sails 
 Their Port to make. 
 
 30 There with Delights unfeign'd 
 The wearied Sailers reft : 
 New Life and Safety gain'd 
 Warms every fainting Bread. 
 Joys fweeter taft, 
 And the dear Shore 
 Is va'u'd more 
 For Dangers pan. 
 
23^ ?\SAL. Cvij. 
 
 
 3 r O praife, G praiie the Lord, 
 
 His Bounteous Aftions praife ! 
 Let all the World record 
 
 His Mercy's wond'rous Ways. 
 
 32 In thickeft Throngs 
 Where Princes are, 
 His Loves declare 
 
 Wirh grateful Songs. 
 
 Tart 4, 'Metre 4. As the 113^. 
 
 33 O praife the Lord \ At his Commands- 
 Fair Streams defert the thirfty Lands, 
 
 And Springs no more their Waters yield. 
 
 34 His Curie for Humane Crimes deirffcys 
 Their blooming Hopes and ripenrrrgjoys^ 
 
 And fows with barren Salt the Field. 
 3 y Yet for his own dear Servant's fakes 
 He turns vaft Lands to itanding Lakes, 
 And makes the Sands with Waters flow. 
 36" And then their hungry Troops he guides, 
 And rhro' the new-rais'd Fields divides, 
 And makes new Towns and Cities grow. 
 
 37 With ncb'eft Grains they fow their Fields, 
 Rich Wines the grateful Vineyard yields ; 
 
 Their Crops are full, profound their Peace ; 
 
 38 God's Blefiing on their Labours waits, 
 Their crowding Offspring throng then* Gates, 
 
 And all their pregnant Flocks encreafe. 
 
 39 But when his ancient Love's abus'd, 
 HisCounfeJs, his Commands refused, 
 
 A iuddain Change o' returns their State, 
 Down fails their haughty Pride, their Race 
 Inceflant Wars and Plagues -deface, 
 
 Exposed to every Neighbour's Hate, 
 
 . 
 
 40 Their 
 
T S A L. cviij. * J| 
 
 .o Their Princes with Contem.pt he treats, 
 Confounds them in their proud Conceits. 
 And lets their Hopes be wildred .fall. 
 11 Then to the Poor defpi.s'd before, 
 Transfers his favouring Mercies ftore, 
 And feeds, and multiplies them ail. 
 (.2 Admire ye living Saints with Joy, 
 (While filent impious Atheiits ly ) 
 Admire his Providential Ways ! 
 (.3 Let wife Men all their Thoughts confine, 
 To meditare on Works Divine, 
 
 And ling their great Protector's praife ! 
 
 P S A L. cviij- As the 1 10th. 
 
 r T\ Jt Y Heart is fiYd, 6 God, my Heart 
 i_VX Is hVd, thy lofty Praife to fing, 
 Fine ready 'with my nob left part, 
 To praife my ever Jailing King- 
 
 : Awake my Harp, awake my Lute, 
 
 While I prevent the Morning's light, 
 
 3 And thy dear Praifes profecute, . 
 In all the wondring Nations light. 
 
 Swift are the Clouds, and high the Ski^s, 
 Above our Thoughts and Meafures far : 
 
 But higher, Lord, thy Mercies rife, 
 
 More fwift thy Truths vaft Conquefts are. 
 
 5 Lord, o're the Skies thy Brightnefs fhow., 
 Let all the Earth thy Glories fee. 
 
 6 O hear j 6 lave thy Servant ! lb 
 Tk refcue thole belov'd by Thee. 
 
 7 God fwore once by his Holineft, 
 
 And by his Oath my Joy maintains, 
 
 Tie 
 
ip V S A L. cviij. 
 
 Tie quick Sheckent^s Fields po/Tefs, 
 And meafure Snccottfs fiuitful Plains. 
 
 8 Fair Giletxds mine, Manage* too, 
 
 My Head oh Epic-aim's ftrength relies, 
 The Scepter's Royal W^Ydue, 
 
 My Kingdom He with Laws fupplies. 
 
 9 A/oa£, my meaneft Slave mall be, 
 
 And £don- proftrate at my Feet, 
 And conquered Paicfihiamz 
 
 With humble Tribute gladly meer. 
 
 10 Who e'l me thro v Cities fortify'd, 
 
 Or Edcms rocky Frontiers lead ? 
 I r Lord, let thy HeJp fo long deny'd, 
 At laft our fainting Armies head. 
 
 i i Up Lord ! in times of Danger aid ! 
 
 For Humane Helps are only fhows, 
 i 3 And valiant thro' thy Influence made, 
 
 Wee'l trample o're our vanquifrYd Foes, 
 
 PSAL. cix. 
 
 i r\ Thou, dear God ; of all my Praiie, 
 
 ^ No longer filent go ! 
 a For finful Men, in finful Ways, 
 And Traitors bolder grow. 
 Againft me they their Rage excite, 
 Their Tongues with Falfhood whet. 
 
 3 And me with Words of deadly fpite, 
 
 And caufelefs Hate befet. 
 
 4 They ? for my kindnefs, prove my Foes, 
 
 But I in ftlence pray. 
 
 5 Malice to Goodneis triey oppofe, 
 
 And Love with Hate repay. 
 
 6 Make 
 
P S J L. cix. 241 
 
 5 Make Him fome wicked Tyrant's flave, 
 
 Let Satan bind his hands ! 
 7 And Sins feverelr. Sentence have, 
 
 When He in judgment ftands ! 
 
 5 Nay, let his very Prayers he Sin ! 
 
 His Days be dark, and few ! 
 That Office fix another in. 
 
 Which to himfelf was due! 
 No Father ht his Children fee, 
 His widow'd Wife go mourn ! 
 to His OrT-fpring common Vagrants be, 
 Expos'd to Want and Scorn ! 
 
 Their Bread from cruel Hands tiitreat, 
 n The Griping-Uiiirers trade, 
 
 Seize all his Wea'th, and every Cheat, 
 His Pains and Gains invade ! 
 
 2 No Mercy let his Cries engage, 
 
 Nor all his Orphan race, 
 
 3 But fink 'urn all ! in one fhort Age, 
 
 Their very Names deface ! 
 
 Vert 2. 
 
 In God's revenging Pretence ht 7 
 
 Their Father's Crimes rema' ! 
 No length of Time, or Years, forget 
 
 Their Mother's viler ftain ! 
 Let them God's ileeping Vengeance move, 
 
 Their Memory todeiiroy. 
 
 6 Since Grace could ne'er his Soul improve, 
 
 Nor Love' his Thoughts employ. 
 
 But the dear Man, to Sorrows bom, 
 With humbiefl Thiouj I u\i ; 
 
 The broken Heart with An.guifh torn, 
 His bloody Hate purjVi 
 
 M 17 fcurilne 
 
*4* P S J L. cix, 
 
 tj Curfmg, and heilifh Words he !©v*d s 
 His Lot may Curfes be ! 
 His Heart no Blefftngs e'er approv'd. 
 Let him* no Bleffing fee ! ! 
 
 1 8 He Curfes for a Garment us'd. 
 
 And with their poiibnons draught 
 His Bowels waiht, like Oil diffused, 
 Quite thro' his Bones they wrought, 
 j-9 May He no other Garments wear 
 But Curfes clofely bound ; 
 And Curies for a Girdle bear 
 To gird himduely round! ■ 
 
 20 Be this the Jufl reward of thole. 
 From God's revenging Hand ; 
 Whofe fpkeful Words my Life oppote 
 And who againft me {land. 
 at i But Lord for thy Names fake appear! 
 My Party kindly own ! 
 Thy Mercy's Good ; 6 ht it here 
 To refcue Me be ihown ! 
 
 Part 3. 
 
 22 For wretched and affiled I 
 
 With inward Wounds decay, 
 
 23 And like an Evening Shadow fly, 
 
 Or Locufts hurld away. 
 
 24 My Knees with tedious Faftings fail, 
 
 And all my Leannefs fee, 
 
 25 My Foes with brutiih fcorn affail, 
 
 And make their Htads at me. 
 
 26 Help 6 My God ! 6 fave Me! mow 
 
 Thy former Mercies now ! 
 
 27 That "all thy Love to me may know 
 
 Thy Helps dear Lord allow ! 
 
P S AL. ex. 143 
 
 28 Then let themCurfe me ftill! on me 
 
 Thy Bleflings Lord beftow ! 
 Let Them, their own Confufion fee, 
 But me thy gladnefs kn©w1 
 
 29 When great they feem, like fome large Cloke 
 
 Let Shame be round them roul'd ! 
 
 30 And Tie thy Name in Crouds invoke, 
 
 Thy Praiie at large unfold : 
 
 3 1 For God ftill by the Poor Mans fide, 
 
 With fure alManee ftands: 
 His Soul with faving Wings to hide, 
 From partial Judges Hands. 
 
 P SAL. ex. 
 
 " OIT here on my Right Hand ! the Lord 
 
 ^J Thus to my Lord, has faid 
 Till thou fhalt fee thy Foes abhor'd, 
 
 Beneath thy Footilool lay'd ; 
 From Sions Hill thy regal ciaime, 
 Thy Scepter iirft fhall rife, 
 Thence Reign and with thy awful Name. 
 Command thy Enemies 
 
 When thy Prodigious Might appears, 
 
 Thy ready Armies move; 
 And Preach thofe happy gladforne years, 
 
 The Reign of boundlefs Love: 
 Tho" at a mighty difrance now, 
 
 The carelefs People frand, 
 To Thee they'l then as fwifcly flow, - 
 
 And own thy ruling Hand. 
 
 Waflfd from their Crimes and fnowy white. 
 
 Their Tempers undefild, 
 And cloth'd with Innocence and Light, 
 
 And like their Matter mild. 
 
 M 2 TheC 
 
VSAL, cxj. 
 
 Thefe Conquefls firft belonged to 1 fee, 
 
 E're dewy Mornings roie> 
 Or Time con VI thro" Eternity, 
 
 Thy facred Birth difclofe. 
 
 4 Then by himfetf thy Father fwore, 
 
 Ana iliook his awful TlirorW, 
 And when (wife Time fhall be no more, 
 
 He'el that Engagement own. 
 u Thou'rt an Eternal Prieft,to Thee 
 
 " There's no Succeeding Heir. 
 " And like Mlchifedec (halt be, 
 
 " And Crown, and Miter wear. 
 
 5 The Lord fhall in his angry Day, 
 
 Rebellious Kings defrroy. 
 -6 Among the Gentiles n erce'y fway, 
 
 And ii\\ his own. with Joy. 
 But where bold Oppofition reigns, 
 
 The {laughter 1 d Corpfes round, 
 And dying Kings mail fpread the Plains, 
 
 And (lain the purple Ground. 
 
 7 But he before the Conqueft ganfd, 
 
 The Rage of Thirfr fhall know, 
 With Sorrow's ftreams be entertaiifd, 
 
 And drink of deadly Woe ; 
 Till, all thofe Difficulties pafl, 
 
 His Glory's largely fpread, 
 And all mall fee die CrQ.wa at lafT, 
 
 On his victorious Head. 
 
 PSAL. c 
 
 jT\ Praife the Lord! my Heart, prepare . 
 ^-^ To praife the mighty Lord ! 
 Where-e'er hisWefs'd AfFemhlics , ( are 
 Willi his Name record. 
 
 a G 
 
At. c\ij. 
 
 attdearnefrly 
 
 n fought : 
 riih Majeliy, 
 And c ... ..::y wf6ti'feht 
 
 His Righteouf] : ! !y 
 
 his Works, endure 
 In g r a i s ; hi 5 Clemency , 
 
 And fore. 
 
 For t - his ficred N.mv?- 
 
 The Lord itldrge provides: 
 His ancient Covenant the lame 
 
 Still in his Thoughts abides. 
 
 The .Might wherewith his Works are \Vrdu 
 
 He to his People (hows ; 
 And Portions, from the Gentifes brought* 
 
 On them at large b'iiroWs. 
 His Works in Truth aijd Judgment dene, 
 
 His Precepts jult and fere- 
 As firft in Righredufhefs begun, 
 
 Through ev'ry Age endure. 
 
 9 The Lord his People once redeemed, 
 And gave them lading Laws ; 
 And frill his holy I^arfie, efreem'd, 
 Our Venerition draws. 
 oTrue Wifdom fpVlilgs from Godly Fear : 
 An Under ft a n \ ii n g pu i e 
 Will in Obedience beff appear, 
 And its jult Praiie endure. 
 
 VSAL. cxij. 
 
 i Q Praife the Lord ! All Blei^ngs wait 
 On him who fears his Na 
 In whom his jufr. Commands create 
 Pure Love's immortal Flame. 
 
 M 3 a 
 
*4^ TSAL. cxiii. 
 
 2 Mighty on Earth his Seed fliall be, 
 
 His Generation blefs'd : 
 
 3 His Righteoufnefs fliall lad, and he 
 
 In Wealth and Plenty reft. 
 
 4 To Men of upright Hearts the Light, 
 
 Through gloomy Darknefs, fhines. 
 Mercy's the righteous Mans Delight : 
 To Love his Soul inclines. 
 
 5 He's pitiful to Men diftrefs'd, : 
 
 And lends to thofe in Need : 
 In Judgment, from his milder Breaft 
 No cruel Words proceed. 
 
 6 He ne'er fliall move ; his Memory- 
 
 Shall ever fweetly laft : 
 
 7 From Fear, through heavy Tidings, free; 
 
 His Heart in God be fa ft. 
 S His Heart, from cold Defpair fecur'd, 
 Can on his God repole, 
 Till of the Do\Kn-fall he's afTur'd 
 Of all his angry Foes. 
 
 9 With plenteous- Doles his Kb'rcil Hand - 
 The needy Poor fupp'ies : 
 His Righteoufnefs fliall ever (land ; 
 His Strength, with Honour rife, 
 iclll Men,, enrag'dj his Happinefs 
 
 With envious Eyes fliall view ■ 
 And gnafh, and pine; and deep Diftrefs 
 Their blafted Hopes purfue. 
 
 V S A L. cxiij. Vrottr Tune. 
 
 1 r\ Praife the Lord ! his Praifes hng, 
 
 Ye Servants of th' Eternal King ! 
 
 2 Blefs, ever bleis his facxed Name ! 
 
 3. I rom. 
 
P.SAL, cxiij. H? 
 
 I From the firfl B u flies of the Day, 
 Till Nifcbt her fable Wings difp ! ay, : 
 His Nam:;', immortal Praife proclaim? 
 4 The Lord o'er all the Nations reigns: 
 The Lord's i luftrious Glory ftains 
 The brighceiV Star, x\\t cleared Sky. 
 j What IVfarj, what God, would we compare 
 With Him, whofe lofty Dwellings are, 
 Above all Heav'ns, exalted high? 
 
 6 Yet thence his Providential Eyes 
 Survey the never-reiring Skies, 
 
 And all our humble World below. 
 
 7 He helps the Wretched from the Floor.; 
 And from the Dung-hill lifts the Poor ; 
 
 His Goodnefs, and his Strength to ihow. 
 
 8 Thence, ile exalt* their meaner fate 
 To Majeiry,' cvnd Princely State ; 
 
 And bids 'em Crowns and Sceptres claim. 
 
 9 He makes the barren Womb conceive, 
 O'er-joy'd a youthful Race to leave. 
 
 O praife i 6 ever praife his Name, 
 
 P' 
 
 . Another A4etre. 
 
 ^Raife God ! 6 praife the Lord, 
 Ye Saints, with one Accord ! 
 His holy, Name, with Praife, proclaim; 
 His. holy Afts record ! 
 
 2 His Name r with Praife attend, 
 
 Till Time it felf mail end ! 
 
 3 His Fame difp'ay, from dawning Day, 
 
 Till Night's dark Shades defcend, 
 
 4 God's o'er the Nations, high: 
 
 His Glories pafs the Sky. 
 
 5 W T hat God's ador'd as our great Lord ; 
 
 Or with his Height can vye ? 
 
 M.4- 6Yetv 
 
24* TSAL. cxiv. 
 
 6 Yet, condefcending, He 
 
 Through Heav'n and Earth can fee, 
 
 7 The Poor to raife, who fpend their Days 
 
 In Want and Miferie. 
 
 8 His Smiles with Honour grace 
 
 Thofe who the Duft embrace ; 
 With Kings to vye in Majefty, 
 And rule his chofen Race. 
 
 9 At his All-quick ning Word 
 
 The barren Womb's reftor'd, 
 With Joy t 1 embrace a lively Race. 
 
 Praife then, 6 praife the Lord ! 
 
 VSAL. cxiv. 
 
 i TT7^ en J f' aei ' s Tribes, when $&«$£ Race 
 V V From barb'rous Egypt went, 
 
 2 Then Judab was his holy Place, 
 
 Jf-ael his Government. 
 
 3 The Seas and Jordan faw their God, 
 
 Advancing in their Head : 
 The Seas, amaz\lly parting, flood, 
 And Jordan backward fled. 
 
 4 The Mountains, at the dreadful Sight, 
 
 Leaped up like frighted Rams: 
 The Hils, with the furprizing Fright, 
 Skip'd like the trembling Lambs. 
 
 5 What terrify 'd the parting Seas, 
 
 That they divided flood ? 
 What Fears could Jordan s Currents feize. 
 Or turn his hafty Flood ? 
 
 6 What made the lofty Mountains leap, 
 
 So like the frighted Rams? 
 The little Hills on crouded Heaps . 
 To run, like trembling Lambs? 
 
VSAL. cxiv. 
 
 Ne'er ask the Caufe ! When 7*:^sGod 
 Appears, with Glories crown'd, 
 
 His dreadful Looks, his awful Nod, 
 The trembling World confound. 
 
 ] And when his thirty Nation prays, 
 He turns the Rocks to Springs : 
 And from dry Flints, by wond'rcus Ways, 
 Unceafmg Fountain-* brings. 
 
 Another Metre : As the n ph. 
 
 i,iY^rae! y of old; their M-ker chofe, 
 J[ His Empire, and his Name's Repofe; 
 And, more than all the Nations lov'd : 
 And with his own Almighty Hand r 
 From cruel Bgyffs barb'rous Land, 
 
 Their happy Tribes in Peace removed. 
 
 3 The Sea his marching Armies view'd ; 
 The Sea a while, as doubtful, ftood ; 
 
 But foon, with wild Amazement, fled. 
 Old JViWs Streams, with headlong Halle, 
 Alton iftYd Mer$fH?s Waves re-pafs'd, 
 
 And backward Hew, to find their Head. 
 
 4 The Mountains vaft, which proudly bore 
 Their Heads above the Clouds before, 
 
 Like Rams, from their FoundaKons Ieap\7; 
 The ieifer HiRs, as frighted Lambs 
 Run trembling to their he-plefs L 
 
 iJeneath their Parent-Mountains • 
 j What made the Seas, divide 
 What made old ;?W*ikVWat 
 
 With backward Streams, to 
 C What made the Mountains IcM.p, like" Rarh 
 The Utter Hills, Rke'ti'errtbHrr 
 
 Lloie to theft Pareru-M-v igj 
 
a jo VSjtz: cxv. 
 
 7 Slightly, alas ! they mov'd or fear'd ! . 
 At him the World amaz'd appear 'di 
 
 The World before its Maker quakes:. 
 His look who now In Jacob reigns, 
 And there his holy Houfe maintains, 
 
 The fettled frame of Nature {hakes. 
 
 8 Let then the Seas defert the Shore, 
 Let Jordan s Banks be fill'd no more, 
 
 Let barren Sands around us ly, 
 Our God can change with wondrous eafe 
 The Flints to Springs, the Rocks to Seas, 
 
 And all his Peoples Wants fupply. 
 
 TSAL. CXV. 
 
 £ nPO us, dear Lord, to us no Praife, 
 J But to thy Name is due ; 
 For Mercy lays thy gracious Ways, 
 And all thy Words are true. 
 
 2 Why fhould the fooUfh Gentiles cry, 
 
 Where's He whom God they call ? 
 
 3 Our God's on High above the Sky, 
 
 And afts his Pleafure all. 
 
 4 Their Cods, of other Tempers are, 
 
 Fine~Silver, weighty Gold ; 
 
 And Men with care fuch Gods prepare, . 
 
 And then their Gods uphold. 
 
 5 They ne're could fpeak, and ne're could fee ; 
 
 Tho' made with Mouths and Eyes. 
 
 6 And louder he than Storms muft be, 
 
 Who can their Ears furprife. 
 
 . 
 
 6 The frrongefr Stench, the nobleft Sweet 
 
 Their NoiTrils can't invade ; 
 
 7 Their .Hands can't meet, nor fee] ; their Feet 
 
 Weie ne're for walking made. 
 
 • With 
 
VSAL. cxv. ~ 
 
 With all abufive Scorns appear 
 
 Before their Deities, 
 Yetfhan't you there one Murmur hear, 
 
 So ftill their Anger lies. 
 
 S Wife as their fenfelefs Gods are rh.ok 
 Who firTr ad vane' J zh^ Trade, 
 And ftrch are thofe whofe Souls reppfe 
 On what their Hands have rnalle. 
 
 Part z. 
 
 9 O ye of Jacobs wifer Seed, 
 
 On Grd fecurely trufi ! 
 He'll lie'p with fpeed in times of need, 
 And ever ill i eld the juft. 
 
 10 O ye of //,rv:.'s facred Breed, 
 
 On God fecurely trufl ! 
 He'll help with fpeed in times of need, 
 And ever fhiel'd the Juft. 
 
 1 1 Ye who wiV. Fear your Maker heed, 
 
 In him kcurely truft ; 
 He'll he' r> with fpeed in times of need. 
 And It ill defend the Juft. 
 ir The Lord has kep r us fti!! in mind^ 
 His Prjefts fhall all be blelf. 
 Our Tribes fliall find his B!eflihgs kind 
 On all their Dwellings reft, 
 
 13 The Lord wilT a:i his Servants bJfiffrr 
 
 The Rich, Poor, Yc^ng and o;d ; 
 
 14 And Happinefs with vait accefs 
 
 Shall you and yours uphold. 
 
 1 5 You're by that great Creator bleir, 
 
 Who bade the World to rile, 
 \6 And who pofTeft of facred Reft, 
 Lives bight ab&ve the Sides. 
 
2jz PSAL. cxvi. 
 
 17 O're Earth, and all that Earth contains. 
 
 For mortal Men defigrvd, 
 Alan freely reigns, and God maintains 
 The Gift to them refign'd. 
 
 18 The Dead, nor thofe can blaze thy Fame,. 
 
 Who fink to filence down ; 
 
 19 But we thy Name with Praife proclaim, 
 
 And endlefs Bieilings crown. 
 
 PSJL. cxvi. 
 
 1 fm t *He Lord who heard my Voice and Prayer, 
 
 JL My Lord my Love fnall be ; 
 
 2 On him I'll call with conftant Care, 
 
 Who bow'd his Ear to me. 
 
 3 The Chains of Death engag'd me round, 
 
 Me hellifh Pains furpriz'd, 
 And Troubles oft, and Anguifh found, 
 And Sorrows exercised. 
 
 4 Then m the Lord's prevailing Name 
 
 To God I humbly pray'd, 
 Thy Help, thy Favour, Lord, I claim, 
 My SouJ, dear Saviour, aid ! 
 
 5 The Lord is kind, and righteous too, 
 
 And Mercy freely fhows, 
 
 6 He helps the weak, and fwiftly flew 
 
 To fave my Soul from Woes, 
 
 *j Turn then my Soul, return to Reft I 
 
 The Lord was kind to thee, 
 3 Thro' him I Tcap'd Death's cold Arrefr, 
 
 My Eyes from Tears are free. 
 He keeps my Feet from Fall?, and I 
 
 My Woes, by him, furvive, 
 p And in return l'Jl gratefully, 
 
 As in his Preftnce, ij Y e, 
 
 
 Part 
 
FSAL, cxvij. 
 
 Tart : i 
 
 10 So I boliev'J, and fo I'fpoke, 
 
 But fore affli&ed I 
 
 1 1 Thus out in hairy Pafltexi broke, 
 
 Men lure are fold to lyfe. 
 
 12 But what Returns, Lord, ihall I make 
 
 For all thy Loves to me ? 
 
 13 Thy Bleffed Cup with Praife Fk take, 
 * And duly call on Thee. 
 
 14 My Vows to God Y'q offer here, 
 Abroad in open Light ; 
 
 15 The Death of all his Saints is dear 
 
 In their Redeemer's Sight. 
 
 16* Lord, I'm thy Servant, humbly I 
 
 My feJf thy Servant own, 
 
 Thy Handmaid's Son, from Slavery 
 
 By Thee difcharg'd alone, 
 
 17 To Thee the Sacrifice of Praife 
 
 My Sacrifice ihall be ; 
 And in the Lords great Name Vie raife 
 My fup'pliant Hands to Thee. 
 
 18 Here, Lord, to Thee Tie pay my Vows 
 
 In all the Peoples Sight , 
 
 19 In Salem, in. thy holy Houfe ; 
 
 O praife the Lord of Might ! 
 
 PSAL. cxvij, 
 
 1 f~\ Praife trf Eternal Lord, 
 ^^ Ye Nations all around ! 
 
 His Goodneis thro' the World record; 
 His glorious Afts re found ! 
 
 2 On us , and all our Race, 
 
 His Mercy largely flows, 
 
 His 
 
2 £'4. PSAL. cxviij. 
 
 His Truth no Time can e're deface,. 
 Nor Force his Power op pofe. 
 
 Or thus. 
 
 i-TO^ife God V h praife our mighty Lord, 
 JH Ye Nations all-around ! 
 His Goodnefs- thro' tl\Q Wor'd record, 
 His wondrous Ac~h re found ! 
 i For on our felves, and all our Race 
 His Mercy largely flows, 
 His Truth no Time can e're deface^ 
 Nor Force his Arm oppofe. 
 
 P S A L. cxviij. 
 
 i ^T^He Lord, the great Jehovah praife, 
 j|_ He's good in all his Ways : 
 His Mercies fore unchanged endure, 
 His Goodnefs ne're decays, 
 
 2 Let Jacobs long projected Race 
 
 Adore his wondrous Grace, 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure,. 
 When Time refigns his Place. 
 
 3 Let AaVmH facred Heirs proclaim 
 
 The Lords exalted Name : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 His Goodnefs frill the fame. 
 
 4 O ye who God's Commands obey^ 
 
 With grateful Praifes fay, 
 
 HisMerciesfure unchang'd endure*. 
 
 His Mercies ne're decay. 
 
 5 In Streights I call'd on Him, and He 
 
 From Streights foon fet me free,. 
 
 6 To God I'm Dear, and ne're can fear 
 
 What Man can do to me.. 
 
 7 The 
 
 ! 
 
 1 
 
PS AL, cxiij. i?? 
 
 7 The Lord, among my kindeft Friends, 
 
 His own Aflii ranee fends. 
 My longing Eye fhall ibon defcry 
 My Foes expefted Ends. 
 
 8 In God the Lord it's better far 
 To truft our Hopes and Care ? 
 
 Then to repofe our Hopes in thofe. 
 
 Who wretched Mortals are. 
 In God the Lord it's better far 
 
 To fix our Hopes and Care, 
 Then to repofe our Truft in thofe 
 
 Who mighty Princes are. 
 
 Fart 2. 
 
 io I, When the Nations round me ply'd, 
 
 In God their Strength defy'd ; 
 w They compafled me^.but eafily 
 I fo their Force out-vy'd. ' 
 r-2 Tho' me, like Bees, they clofely p1y'd 7 
 Like blazing Thorns they dy'd : 
 In Gods great Name I quench'd their Jlame, 
 And all their Strength defy'd. 
 
 13 Oft hair thou pufVd, unmanly Fee, 
 
 i o work my overthrow • 
 But thjo' Gods Aid-, tho' oft afraid, 
 I ftill in Safety go. 
 
 14 God by his Might has made m.e ftrong; 
 
 My God's my dai'v Song ; 
 Salvation He ordainM fo* me, 
 Who to himfelf belong; 
 
 1 5 Sweet Tunes of Joy ad Health j$lj$jj 
 
 Where righteous Men refide; 
 Gods Hand is grown renown' d a'one^ 
 For Deeds of Valour tryU 
 
 itfHIs 
 
2j# TSAL. Cviij. 
 
 17 His Hand's alone defer/dly narn d *> 
 His Hand on high proclaimed, 
 His Hand is grown renown'd alone* 
 For valiant Anions farn'd. 
 
 17 I drill fliall live, and ftiJI declare, 
 
 How great his Actions are. 
 
 18 I felt his Rod, but ftill rny God 
 
 My Life wou'd kindly fpare. 
 
 19 Let the wide Gates of Righteoufnefs 
 
 Now grant me free accels ; 
 Tie gladly there with Thanks appear, 
 And God my Saviour hleis. 
 
 Tart 3. 
 
 20 Gods Houfe his holy Gates are near; 
 
 The Righteous enter there : 
 2i Fie praife the Lord, his Help record, 
 Who would his Suppliant hear. 
 
 22 That Solid Rock, that Noble Stone . 
 
 OfTby the Builders thrown ; 
 Now all the Goines fecurely joy ns, 
 And makes the Building One. 
 
 23 The Lords great Work it was, and we 
 
 A m a?>' d t he Wonder fee. 
 24. God made this Day, now Joys fhail fway, 
 And Mirth triumphant be. 
 
 25 Hear, Lord, ofave at laft, and make 
 
 Our favour'd Actions take, 
 Our Bufiriefs blefs with kind Succefs ; 
 Lord, for thy Mercy's fake I 
 
 26 O bleft be- He who kindly came 
 
 In Gods Almighty Name ! 
 
 You who before his Houfe adore,. 
 
 To you we wilh the fame. 
 
 27 lis 
 
VSAL. cxix. 
 
 7 Us God the Lord with Light fupp. 7 ies, 
 
 O bind the Sacrifice ! 
 With Cords it nigh his A'tars tie, 
 Till there it bleeds and dies. 
 
 ;8 Thou, Lord, art God alone to me, 
 Th Praifes ling to Thee. 
 Bv me thy Name, thy g'orious Fame 
 Shall llill exalted be. 
 i9 The Lord our great feJnvab praife ! 
 He's good in all his Ways ; 
 His Mercies lure nnchang'd endure, 
 His Mercy ne're decays. 
 
 VSAL. cxix. Aleph, i. Beth^z. 
 
 i T) Left are the Men whofe perfecl Ways 
 JT} Gods purer Laws aonfine, 
 Who keep kis Word, and all their Days- 
 To Him in Heart incline. 
 3 No Sins to fuch can p-eafing be 
 As by his Orders move. 
 And thou commandedit, Lord, that we 
 Thy Rules fliould keep and love. 
 
 5 Oh that my Footfteps guided fure, 
 
 Could by thy Statutes tread ! 
 
 6 Then mould I live from Shame fecure, 
 
 When thy Commands I read. 
 
 7 FJe praife thee with an upright Heart, 
 
 When I thy Judgments know. 
 
 8 FIq keep thy Law>. ; 6 ne're depart ! 
 To me no Stranger grow i 
 
 9 How may a Youth his Ways improve ? 
 
 If he thy Word obey. 
 io To Th . I my Soul I move, 
 
 O never let me ilray ! 
 
258 PSA Lr cxix. " 
 
 ii I in my Bofom hide thy Word, 
 From Sin to guard my Heart. 
 
 12 Tome, b'eft God, thy Grace afford, 
 
 And all thy Laws impart ! 
 
 13 Thy Judgments, Lord, my Soul efteems* 
 
 My ready Lip> declare ; 
 
 14 To me thy Word m&re plea-fin g feems, 
 
 Then nobleft Treafures are. . 
 1 J I on thy Precepts meditate, 
 Thy Laws before me fet ; 
 
 16 Thy Statutes all my Joys create, 
 
 Thy Words I ue're forget. 
 
 Q-lfrid, '3. D.rJeth) 4* 
 
 1 7 Oh let me T jve, ! .my '^bd be kind', 
 
 So I thy W :Js (hall keep. 
 
 To view thy Wonders deep ! 
 j 9 O don't Aom me. a. Stranger, Lord, 
 Thy Tellimonies hide I 
 
 20 For cqwif ant Cares to get thy Word, 
 
 onging Soul divide. 
 
 21 Thy Judgments break the cur fed Proud,.. 
 
 VVho from thy Precepts ftray. 
 
 22 Me, Lord,- from flouting Scorners ihrcud r 
 
 For I thy Words obey ! 
 23 Great .Kings in Council curft my Name>., 
 But I thy Statutes chofe. 
 
 24 Thy Statute* all my Joys enflame, 
 
 My Counfels ^1 compofe. 
 
 25 My Soul, Lord, forthy Promife fp^re, 
 
 In Duft which proiTrate lies. 
 
 26 Thou hear'fthowl thy Ways declare, 
 
 Oteach, and make me wife. 
 
 27 
 
 Q 
 
PSAL. cxix. 15 9 
 
 7 O Make me know thy Precepts, £0 
 FJe fpread thy Works the more. 
 My Heart, with melting Cares brought low, 
 Lord, by thy Word reftore ! 
 
 9 From me all lying Ways remove, 
 
 Tome thy Laws impart 
 For all the Paths of Truth I love, 
 
 Thy Judgments fill my Heart. 
 I to thy Laws adhere, dear God, 
 
 From Shame my Lifedifcharge ! 
 Fie run the Ways thy Saints have trod, 
 
 If thou my Heart enlarge. 
 
 He, 5 . Va% 6.. 
 
 2 Lord ,- teaeh ine thy commanded way r 
 And Fie obferve it ftill. 
 
 4 My Heart let Underftanding fway, 
 
 Thy Laws my Heart fhall fill.. 
 
 5 By thy Commands, 6 make me tread,: 
 
 For them I dearly ]ov^ m 
 
 6 Let no falfeLufts my Heart miflead, 
 
 While by thy Rules I move ! 
 
 7 From Vanity, 6 -turn my Eyes, 
 
 And n:ake me live to Thee ! 
 
 8 Thy Word en which my Soul relies, 
 
 And fears, make good to me ! 
 
 9 Reproach from me and Scandal take, ' ' 
 
 Sut, Lord, thy Judgments give ! 
 |.o I for thy Precepts Jong, 6 make 
 Me by thy Julrice Jive ! 
 
 .1 Thy Mercy, thy Salvation too, 
 
 As promised, Lord, befrow ! 
 \* So ihali I hi.fh the fcbjrnful Crew, 
 
 And yet more faithful glow. 
 
 43 Never, 
 
2 To FSJL. cxix. 
 
 43 Never, 6 never. Lord, withdraw 
 
 Thy Word and Truth frefri fftt I 
 
 44 So thy ju!r Judgments and thy Law 
 
 My conftant Guides ffiaU be. 
 
 4? My happy Courfe at Jafr. I'le fteer, 
 In thy Commands fee u re. 
 
 46 Thy Teftimohfes Kings fha'l hear, 
 
 Yet I no fhame endure 
 
 47 Fie in thy lovM Commands delight, 
 
 For them my Hands Lie raitel 
 
 48 Thy Statutes ftudy Day and Night, 
 
 And thy Commandments praife. 
 
 Zahi y 7. Cbetbj 8. 
 
 49 Thy Word once pafs'd, .remember, Lord,, 
 
 In which thou mad' ft me truft. 
 
 50 Thy Word my drooping Soul reftor'd, 
 
 Reviv'd my finking DufT. 
 
 51 Thefcoffing Proud my Soul deride, 
 
 Yet I thy Laws purine. 
 
 52 With me thy Judgments pafs'd abide. 
 
 And all my Joys renew. 
 
 53 I trembled at their dreadful Fate, 
 
 Who from thy Precepts ftray'd ; 
 
 54 But them I in my banifh'd State, 
 
 My daily Muficfc made. 
 
 55 Lord, en thy Name I rirufe by Night, 
 
 And keep thy Righteous Laws : 
 $6 Such Bleifin^s from thy favouring Sight, 
 A juft Obedience draws. 
 
 57 Thoifrt itll my Portion, Lord, I fajd 
 Fde keep thy facred Word : 
 
 5 3 And for thy Grace devoutly pra'y'd, 
 Thy Grace, Dear Lord, afford ! 
 
 S9 I 
 
ITSAL. cxix.. 2^1 
 
 P 1 "-Vorks, and fo thy Ways 
 
 My careful lootllep. traced : 
 jo And that I plight thy Laws obey, 
 I flew with vvinged haf 
 
 i Tho' impious Bands my Wealth furprize, 
 leant forget thy Ways 
 
 2 But I, when I ac Midnight rife, 
 
 Thy righteous Judgments praife. 
 
 3 I love their Company, who fear 
 
 Thy Name, and keep thy Word. 
 
 4 Thy Mercies round the World appear, 
 
 Thy Statutes teach me, Lord ! 
 
 '5 Lord, freni *:hy Hands I Good receive, 
 
 For all thy Words are true. 
 '6 Teach me, fince I thy Laws believe, 
 
 Good S'en'e and Knowledge too ! 
 7 I iinifd, tili'by Affhftion taught 
 
 Thy fac red Words ro know. 
 »8 For me all Good thy Hands have wrought, 
 
 To me thy Statutes fhow ! 
 
 )'o The Proud ailau't my S'pul with lies, 
 But 1 firice'r^jy move, 
 
 r Hearts with Fatnefs rife, 
 J hy Laws entirely love. 
 LahYd by thy Rod, my Heart enclines 
 To keep thy Laws with Care. 
 72 Thofe Laws which richer far than Mines 
 Of Gold and Silver are. 
 
 7 j Thy Hands have made and fafhion'd me, 
 Thy Judgments make me know ! 
 
 74 So thy nleas'd Saints, my Care ihalifee, 
 While in thy Paths I go. 
 
 i 7JI 
 
161 VSAL. cxix. 
 
 75 I know thy Judgments Lord are juiT, 
 
 Thy Love afflicted me. 
 
 76 Make good thy Word ! my Comfort mini 
 
 Alone defcend from Thee. 
 
 77 Lord fend thy Mercys! quickned fo 
 
 Tie in the Laws delight. 
 
 78 Let fham-e thy treacherous Proud o're-tlirow 
 
 But Tie thy Laws recite. 
 
 79 O let thy Saints, who know thy Will, 
 
 With me as Friends appear! 
 
 80 When my found Heart thy Statutes fill, 
 
 I no Difgrace can fear. 
 
 Cxph, 11. Lamed, 12. 
 
 81 Thy Health my longing Soul defires, 
 
 And on thy Prornife waits. 
 
 82 And while thy Comforts it requires, 
 
 My Sight with Woes abates. 
 
 83 Dry'd up with Grief my flrength appears, 
 
 Yet I thy Laws retain. 
 S4 How many are thy Servant's days ? 
 O now my Foes reftrain ! 
 
 8 5 The Proud for me their Pitts have made, 
 
 Againft thy righeousLaw. 
 $6 Me from their Wrongs by thy kindAid, 
 
 And Faithful Precepts draw ! 
 
 87 Lord They'd confum'd me quite, but I 
 
 Ne're from thy Precepts went. 
 
 88 In Goodnefs raife my Soul! TIq try 
 
 To keep thy Teitament. 
 
 89 Firm Lord as Heaven thy Prornife ftands. 
 
 90 Thy Truth from Age to Age, 
 
 The Earth, form\i by thy mighty Hands, 
 Stands by thy Patronage. 
 
 91 A 
 
I 1 S A L. Cxlx. 263 
 
 1 All by thine Ordinance enfur'd, 
 
 To Thee their Service pay : 
 11 But Woes my Ruine had procur'd, 
 But that I kept thy Way. 
 
 >3 I'le no 1 re forget thy Precepts kind, 
 
 . Since oft by them reviv'd. 
 ?4 Vm thine, 6 five me ! for my Alind 
 Has on thy Precepts liv'd. 
 The Wicked watch' d to ruine me, 
 
 But I thy Statutes read ; 
 And tlf end of all Perfection fee, 
 But thofe all Bound> exceed. 
 
 AL?y?, 13, Nun, 14. 
 
 Lord, how I love thy Laws! by thofe 
 My ferious Studies move ; 
 98 By them I far above my Foes, 
 
 In WifdomVs Rules improve. 
 [99 Thy Tefti monies teach me more 
 Than all my Teachers know. 
 loo I by thy Statutes wife before 
 My reverend Elders grow. 
 
 IM My Feet all wicked Ways declinM, 
 To keep thy facred Word. 
 
 102 Thy Judgments duly ii^'d my Mind 
 
 With Heavenly Wifdom 'ftor'd. 
 
 103 Honey to thofe pure Sweets muft yield, 
 
 With which thy Words are bleft : 
 
 104 So I with thy wife Prectpts fill'd, 
 
 All lying Ways detelt. 
 
 ioj Thy glorious Words my Foctfteps guide, 
 
 And fill my Paths with Li^ht : 
 ic6 Fvefworn, and as by Oath I'm tied, 
 
 I\e keep thy Judgments right. 
 
 107 Ytn 
 
i$4 VZAL. cxix. 
 
 107 I'me much diftrefr. : 6 by thy Word, 
 
 My fainting Soul revive ! 
 ic8 Accept my willing Praifes Lord, 
 
 To me thy Judgments give! 
 
 109 Tho' in my Hands my Life I bear, 
 
 I can't forget rhy Law. 
 
 1 10 Nor can the Sinners crafty Snare, 
 
 From that my Soul withdraw. 
 
 1 1 1 Thy Will's tli Inheritance defign'd, 
 
 For my rejoicing Heart, 
 1 j 2 Which to thy Statutes all inclin'd, 
 From Them can ne're depart. 
 
 Samech, ij. G r aa':n, 1 6. 
 
 I j 3 I love thy Laws; but thofe that own, 
 
 All vain Opinions hate. 
 T14 Thou ait my Covering Shield alone, 
 And on thy Word! wait. 
 
 1 15 Begone ye fin fill Crew ! for I 
 
 At pure Obedience aim. 
 
 1 16 With promis'd Help my Life fupply, 
 
 And guard my Hope from fhame! 
 
 I I 7 Uphold me, then Fme fafe, and I 
 
 Shall ali thy Laws refpecr. 
 j 1 8 Trod down by thee thofe Straglers dy 
 
 V. iio Cheats and Lies project. 
 up Thy dear iov d Word, like Drofs, the Bands 
 
 Of Sinner? pur^d away. 
 no And I thu tits of thy Hands, 
 
 With awful rear furvey. 
 
 III IV* & '- 2-nd Right; ofave 
 
 Me from QppreiBons Force! 
 in Thy kind Aflurance Lord I crave, 
 To i: sCouris: 
 
 1:3 My 
 
TSAL. cxix. i*; 
 
 123 My Eyes for thy Salvation fail, 
 
 And promisM Righteoufnefs, 
 
 124 With me, Dear Lord, in Mercy deal, 
 
 And with Me Statutes blefs! 
 
 123 Make Me thy Servant Wife; I'll then 
 Thy Teftimonies know! 
 
 126 He T p Lord, its time! left impious Men, 
 
 Thy Law mould overt hrow. 
 
 127 For this I love thy Precepts more, 
 
 Then heaps of pureft Gold ; 
 
 128 I know their Juftice, but abhor, 
 
 The Paths which Lies uphold.] 
 
 Pe, 17. TfaJi, 18. 
 
 I 129 Thy Teftimonies wondrous are I 
 
 I My Soul to keep them tries, 
 
 130 Thy Words expJain'd, the Truth declare, 
 And make the Simplefr wife. 
 
 1 3 1 Thy Words more ftveet than cooling Winds; 1 - 
 
 To fainting Spirits are. 
 
 132 That Pitty thofe who love Thee find, 
 O let thy Servant fhare ! 
 
 133 Ifby thy Rule thou fix my Ways, 
 
 No Sinn fliall conquer me. 
 
 134 And me from Mans Oppreffion raiie, 
 
 Then mine thy Laws ffcalJ be. 
 1 3 5 Smile Lord on me, and let thy Lawi 
 Thy Servants Soul convert r 
 
 136 Tears drown my flowing Eys, becaufe 
 Vain Men thy Laws deiert, 
 
 137 EflentialJufticeHeignsin Thee, 
 
 Thy Judgments all are right. 
 
 138 Thv Teftimonies faithfi: 
 To Righteou 
 
 N 
 
1$« "PSAL. cxix. 
 
 » ;o Zeal burns me up becaufe my Foes, - 
 Thy j acred Wora fqtget. 
 
 140 That Word which as ir j ; 
 
 On it my Heart is let. 
 
 141 Fin Lord defpis'dand mevft I 
 
 My Soul thy Law rets-i 
 
 142 Fhy I aws, the Truth, thy Righteous V 
 
 From Age to Age remains. r \ 
 
 143 B^ight-toixi^ tho' compait round, 
 
 VVith 1 Woe>, thy Statutes give.. 
 
 144 Their juftice every Age has found; 
 
 O make me Wife to Live! 
 
 K'ph, 19. Rcjti, 20. 
 
 1 cry £ioud ; Lord, hear my cry, 
 I'll keep thy Statutes' fure. 
 j 46 I Pray, 6 lave me, and I'll try 
 Thy Tefiimonies pure. 
 
 147 My Cr\s Days early dawn prevent, 
 
 'While for thy Word I Wait. 
 
 148 Ail Night my wakeful Hearth intent, 
 
 On them to medicate, 
 
 149 O Hear me, and my Spirits by, 
 
 Thy Judgments Lord renew ! 
 j 50 For they approach who virtue FJy, 
 
 .And Miichief> ways purfue. 
 1 5 8 Thou Lord art ever near to Thine, 
 
 And thy Commands are True. 
 152 I knew long fince thy Laws Divine, 
 
 Were (trong and lafting too. 
 
 j 5 3 Weigh Lord , my fufferings ! let Me free, 
 
 W ho don't forget thy Laws ! 
 1 -4 And for thy promiie quicken me, 
 • /e and plead my Caufe i 
 
 j 55 Sa!- 
 
TSAL. cxix. 167 
 
 1 > 5 Salvations far from Sinners who, 
 
 Thy Statutes ne're purfue. 
 156 But as thy Mercys kindly flow, 
 
 My ftrength, juft God, renew ! 
 
 j 57 Tho cruel Foes unnumber'd are, 
 I don't thy Laws decline. 
 
 158 But fee with Grief how Sinners dare ; 
 
 Againft thy Word combine. 
 
 159 See hew I in thy Laws delight, 
 
 In Love revive my Soul ! 
 
 160 Truth founds thy Word, thy Judgments right} 
 Shall Times laft Force controul. 
 
 Schin y 1 D Than y zz. 
 
 161 Purfued by Kings, with Caufelefs Hate ; 
 
 Yet more thy Words I fear'd. 
 
 162 In me more Joys thy Words create, 
 
 Then Spoils in Battel cleared . v 
 
 153 Lies I with Hate and fcerft difdaim, 
 
 But Love thy Laws to truir. 
 164 Seven times a day I praife thy Name, I 
 
 For all thy Judgments Juir. 
 
 {165 They live in Peace, who Iovq thy Word,' 
 No Cares difturb their Reft. 
 
 166 I wait for thy Salvation, Lord, 
 
 With thy Commandments bled. 
 
 167 My Soul thy Teftimonies takes, 
 
 And loves exceedingly. 
 
 168 Thy Laws its whole Employment makes ;1 
 My ways before Thee lie. 
 
 69 Lord, let my Crys approach thy Place, 
 
 Thy Statutes make me Wife! 
 170 My Prayers afcend, and from thy^aqp 
 
 My Promised Relcue rue! 
 
 N 2 . . . i 7 , My 
 
z6S TSAL. cxx. 
 
 171 My Lips fhali utter Praifes well, 
 
 When all thy Statures taught. 
 
 172 And on thy Word, my Tongue fhall dwell, 
 
 And Orders juftly wrought. 
 
 1 7 5 Lord help me with thy gracious Hand, 
 
 For I thy Precepts choie. 
 
 174 I long for thy Salvation, and 
 
 My Joy thy Laws compote. 
 
 175 O let me live and praife thy Name, 
 
 Thy Judgments help my Caufe! 
 ij6 And me, poor wandring Sheep, reclaim 
 Who rfer forget thy Laws ! 
 
 TSAL. cxx. 
 
 * HP O God in deep Difhefs, I cry 
 I Who bows his Ear to me. 
 
 2 My Soul, Pear Lord, from Lips which lie, 
 
 And Tongues deceitful free ! 
 
 3 What fhall be pay'd, what done to Thee j 
 
 Thou falle deceitful Tongue? 
 
 4 Thy Portion burning Coals fhall be, 
 
 And Arrows from the ilrong. 
 
 c Wo'i me that I conflrain'd fo long, 
 In Forreign Tents abide ! 
 Wo's me who banifh'd thus among r 
 Men us'd to;Blood refide ! 
 
 6 M} Soul hath fojcmrn'd long with thofe, 
 
 W ho hate the Thoughts of Peace, 
 
 7 If I the Name of Peace- propofe, 
 
 Their Quarrels mcft encreafe. 
 
 Ancther Aletre^ proper Tunc. 
 
 in Troubles I 
 And deep Diitreiles cry, 
 And He receives my Prayer. a Lord 
 
 TO 
 A 
 
 
PSA L. c 
 
 i Lor J, fave my Soul from thofe y 
 Whole Lips with Falflbood clofe ; 
 Whole Tongues decextnii arc. 
 
 3 What Hull be paid to Thee. 
 Or what thy Portion be 
 
 Thou while deceitful Tongue ? 
 
 4 Hoc Coals of Juniper, 
 Shalt thou from J nil" ice bear* 
 
 And Arrows of the ftron/- 
 
 5 Woe's me alas ! that I 
 Muft thro' neceflity, 
 
 In difmal Tents abide! 
 Woe's me ! who muft fo long 
 In Banifhment, among 
 
 Blood-thirlry Brutes refide! 
 
 6 My Sou] has fojourn'd long 
 With thofe who live by wrong, 
 
 But hate the Thoughts of Peace, 
 
 7 When I for Peace would move 
 That Peace I dearly love. 
 
 Their Feuds and Jarrs encreafe . 
 
 TSAL. cxxj. 
 
 i T TP to the Hills I lift my Eyes, 
 ^J From whence my Aids defcend ? 
 
 2 The Lord who made the Earth and.Skye^ 
 
 Will fure afliihmce fend. 
 
 3 Ilee 1 fix thy Foot fecure: No fleeps 
 
 Thy Watchman can furprize. 
 
 4 That God who //^e/fafely keeps, 
 
 Ne'-re fliuts his wakeful Eyes. 
 
 5 The Lord is thy Prote&ov fure, 
 
 And he defends thy Head 
 N 3 
 
270 PSJL.'cxxj. 
 
 Thy Maker Will his made fecure 
 O're all thy Dwellings fpread. 
 
 6 So all the Sun's fierce Summer Beams 
 
 Shall never make thee ill. 
 On thee the Moons. unwi-.olefome Gleams 
 No hurtful Dews diitiJ. 
 
 7 The Lord from Ills mail keep thee free, 
 
 Thy Soul from Harms fecure : 
 
 8 Go out, come in, he'll follow thee, 
 
 His Loves unchang'd endure. 
 
 Another Metre : Prcper Tune. 
 
 i A Bove the Hills I raife my Eyes, 
 jC\ And thence aflur'd expect, 
 
 That God mould me protect. 
 k From God my certain Aid /hall rife 
 
 from that God whole Word gave Birth > 
 To the Skies; and humbler Earth. 
 
 3 No frumbling fhall thy Feet furprize, 
 
 Thy Guardian never fleeps, 
 
 ^ That God who Ifrael keeps, 
 
 Can never fhut his wakeful Eyes ; 
 
 5 tut with t hi.? Proration bleft, 
 Thou beneath his Shade malt reft. 
 
 a 
 
 6 The fcorching Sun's directed Beams 
 
 Unhurt thy Head fljalt bear, 
 And no Difiemper fear : 
 Nor mall the Moon's malignant Gleams, 
 Poifonous Vapours, us'd to kill 
 With h$t Midnight Dew:, diflil. 
 
 7 The Lord from Harms fnal! keep thee fj 
 
 And all thole fife contiouj, 
 Which might affect thy Sofcl- 
 
 8 Go 
 
V S A L: cxxij. 
 
 8 Go ont,come in, he folloXys thee, 
 
 And witfi G^odnds rhee fecures,- 
 Which from' A^e to Age endure?. 
 
 TS AL. exxij. 
 
 i tT Jl\ ;h Joy I ^eard rhe Captives cry, 
 VV ( ife'iskircyrQueft. 
 
 2 Our wearied StepVfliall chearfully 
 
 I n >n ■ -'s Entrance reft. 
 
 3 As where fweet Peace arid Beauty join, 
 
 So Sf 'fw*s BuVdingss grow ; 
 4. And there God's holy Tribes combine, 
 And to his Prefeace flow. 
 
 There Ifraels TeH.lmony {lands, 
 
 And Gods great Name they prai(e. 
 
 5 The Throne of J nil ice there commands, 
 
 And David's Offspring fways. 
 
 6 O pray for Sdemls Peace ! may rhoft 
 
 Who love thee profper ft$31 ! 
 
 7 May Peace thy Battlements compofe, 
 
 Thy Houfes Plenty nil ! 
 
 8 For my dear faithful Brethrens fakes, 
 
 O may thy Joys encreafe ! 
 And where mv God his Dwelling fria&es, 
 I'll feek thy Wealth and P,ea 
 
 Ancther 'Metre. Tropcr Tune. 
 
 j T Heard with inward Joys 
 
 A The Captives cheerful Cries, 
 Gods holy Houfe is aM our Que ft. 
 Our often wand'ring Feet 
 In one Defign fhall meet,, 
 And in the Gates of 6aUm reih 
 
 N 4 
 
£?* P SAL. cxxiij. 
 
 3 As where the Sweets of Peace 
 With curious Arts increafe ; 
 
 So Salem 1 s happy Buildings rife, 
 
 4 For there the Tribes afcend, 
 And IJrael's God attend, 
 
 And Thanks and Praifes facrifice. 
 
 5 There ftands the Judgment-feat, 
 There David once was great, 
 
 And ftill its to his Offspring due. 
 
 6 O pray for Salt ms Peace ! 
 
 O may thy Friends encreafe! 
 And goodSuccefs their Loves purfue ! 
 
 7 May Peace and Wealth abound 
 Thy Walls and Hotifes round, 
 
 And for my faithful Brethrens fakes, 
 
 Thy Caufe Fie countenance, 
 
 Thy Good and Peace advance 
 Where God his glorious Dwelling make*. 
 
 TSAL. cxxiij. 
 
 i T TP toward thy Dwelling-place the Skies, 
 % m J Almighty Lord to Thee 
 We raife our fad defpairing Eyes,. 
 CorifumM with Mifery. 
 2 As fome poor beaten Slave would watch 
 His Matter's angry Hands, 
 Or fome corrected Maid difpatch 
 Her Miftrefles Commands. 
 
 Yet view each Look, each turning Glance^ 
 
 To find if Pitty there 
 Would in their fmoother Brows advance, 
 
 Or in their Eyes appear. 
 So juftly we, chaftis'd for Sins, 
 
 In patient "Silence wait, 
 Till God, once more appeas'd, begins 
 
 To raife our mournful State. 3 Pitty 
 
P 8 A L. CXXlY. 2 7J 
 
 Pity, 6 pity, Lord, our Woes ! 
 
 O hear our earneft Cries ! 
 And let thy Vengeance filence thofe 
 
 Who our fad State defpife 
 Enough, dc.\r Lord, enough w-^vc born 
 
 The fcoffing World's Abufe, 
 And aH that Infolence and Scorn, 
 
 Which Pride and Wealth produce. 
 
 ?SAL> exxir. 
 
 Ad not the Lord our Caufe mainutr/d, 
 Sing now, and fliow a grateful Mind. 
 Had not the Lord our Right luirauiM, 
 When Men of Blood our Fall deiign'cL 
 
 H 
 
 . 
 
 3 Our Land had been at once devoured, 
 
 All fwallowM by the barbarous Foe ; 
 
 4. AsBrooks by mighty Rains o're-pour'd, 
 
 At once the Neighbouring Meads o'reftow. 
 
 5 Thus had our happy Days been pair, 
 
 Our Hopes, our Joys, our Souls Deftroy'J* 
 Our Foes yet fcarce appeas'd at laft, 
 Or their inhuman Entrails cloy'd. 
 
 6 But bleft, 6 ever bleft be He 
 
 • Whofe careful Love our Souls recfeemM I 
 And us from cruel Hands fet free, 
 
 His Name beprais'd, his Works efteenTck w 
 
 7 We 'fcap'd as little Birds efcape* 
 
 When juft beneath the Fowler's Hand 2 
 Our God dilclos'd the Fatal Trap, 
 
 Ami we, chroughHim, in Safety ifan& 
 
 N 5 8 Ui~ 
 
ZJ4- P.SAL, cxxv. 
 
 8 Let then the cruel World combine, 
 And Malice private Plots, foviTe, 
 Our Help's at hand, our Mope divjne 
 On God,' who made the World, relies. 
 
 Another Mitre. TfcperTune: 
 
 i *T*His grateful So^g may fhew a grate fid Mind. 
 
 Had not the mighty God our.Caufemaintain'd, 
 a Had not our gracious Lord our Right fuftain'd, 
 
 WhQn cruel Men with barbarous Oaths combin'd, 
 And todeftroy our hated Land defign'd. 
 
 3 Their Rage. which for a proper Mcrfcl fought, 
 Their bloody Throats wide asHeJTs dreadfu 1 Gate, 
 Had gorg , dourCluirch,& fwallow'd downtheState. 
 
 4, 5 The Deeps the {welling Wav r es which proudly 
 wrought 
 A Flqc.douite o're cur Souls at once had brought, 
 
 6 jGLbleft'be God who Tay'drhe trembling Prey : 
 7* (jut Souls as Birds from crafty Fowlers freed, 
 And broke _• the £nares,and our Efcape decreed? 
 8 Our aouls for He; p. on Him alone ihall ftay, 
 'Who made the worlds, and whom the worlds obey- 
 
 ' VS AL. cxxv. 
 
 j ^ | *Hey ford, as Sim's' Mount, endure, 
 
 J Who" in their Maker truft : 
 a As Mountains ; Sr.I-.nSs Walls fecure, 
 
 So God fecures the Juft. 
 3 111 Men fhan't o're. the <2ood prevail, 
 Or in their Quarters reft. 
 Left they beneath Temptations fail, 
 Above their Strength oppreft, 
 
 4^ Be good and kind, dear Lord, to thofe, 
 
 Who Peace and Gbodnefs love ! To 
 
PSAL. cxxvj. *7> 
 
 To fuch thy gentle Smiles difclole, 
 Whofe Hearts are fix'd above ! 
 5 But thofe who tread in Ways perverfe, 
 Gods juft Revenge fliall find : 
 Who'll Peace among his own difperfe, 
 And to his Saints be kind. 
 
 Another Metre. Prefer Tune. 
 
 i npHofe who on God have fix'd their Truft, 
 Unmov'd, like Sion's Mount, endure: 
 
 2 As Mountains Salem's Walls fecure, 
 So God Himfelf fecures the Jufr, 
 
 His Mercies endlefs ftore 
 
 Shall laft w r hen Time's no more. I 
 
 3 He Checks the Wickeds angry Courfe, 
 
 When they his holy Saints afTail, 
 They may, but never long, prevail : 
 Left Faith crufh'd by unequal Force, 
 Should faintly quit the Field, 
 And to the Tempter yield. 
 
 4 To thofe, dear God, who Goodnefs love, 
 
 To Men of upright Hearts be kind ! 
 While thofe the Sinners Portion find, 
 Who itubborn and perverfely move ; 
 But on God's Ifrael 
 Shall Peace eternal dwell. 
 
 PSAL. exxvj. 
 
 i \T7^ en Home die iLorcf his Captives lead,' 
 
 VV At firft it feem'd a Pr&m.j 
 2 But Joy was quickly round us fpre^d, 
 And Praife our glorious THeam. 
 The very Gentile Nat on:, round 
 CryM out at once, anw'd : 
 
176 VSAL. cxxvj. 
 
 See how GocTs Favours there abound, 
 How foon his Friends are xah'd ! 
 
 3 GocTs Loves to Us indeed abound, 
 
 Our Joys are trueiy great; 
 
 4 That Work which, Lofd, thy Hands have found, 
 
 O let thy Hands compleat ! 
 So Judith? s longdeierted Land? 
 
 Shall more Refrefliments know, 
 Then where foft Streams thro' Southern Sands, 
 
 With conftant Cooinefs flow . 
 
 5 Thus Men may fow in Tears, but hope 
 
 To reap their Fields in Joy. 
 Their precious Seed may give them Scope 
 For Faith's Divine Employ. 
 
 6 Long may they wait, and long may fear 
 
 Their Seed was vainly fbwn; 
 Yet home their Sheaves triumphant bring* 
 At laft a Burden grown. 
 
 w 
 
 Another Metre. Pr&fer Tunc. 
 
 Hen God at laft 
 
 ReturnM^his happy Captives home, 
 We all appeared 
 
 Like thofe who in their Slumbers dream, 
 Mirth from our Lips, 
 
 Praifefromour c hear ful Tongues would come. 
 Mirth daily was 
 Our Food, and Praife our daily Theam. 
 The very Heathens round us wondring, cry'd, 
 See how God's Love to them is magnified ! 
 
 God's Love to us 
 
 Indeed is highly magnify'd. 
 Ou. prefent Joys 
 
 Are more than former Sorrows great. 
 
 4 Thou 
 
VSJL. cxxvij. ^77 
 
 f, Thou, Lord, who doft 
 
 Full Screams for Southern Lands provide. 
 O Jet our Re- 
 
 ftitution be at lad compleat ! 
 ; So [judtilSs Lands fhall more Refrefliment know, 
 Than Sands thro' which thy cooling Rivers flow, 
 
 Thus, tho* fwellM Grief 
 
 Rou!s in with an impetuous Tide, 
 Yet Aiding off, 
 
 It loon its Place to Joy refigns. 
 5 And he who pre- 
 
 tious Seed on barren Mountains try'd, 
 And thro' a fond 
 
 Milrake to cold Defpair inclines : 
 Comes home at laft with Joys triumphant Sound, 
 \S ith weighty Sheveshis fruitful liar veil crown'd. 
 
 P S A L. cxxvij. 
 
 i TF God to build the Houfe denies, 
 JL The Workmen build in vain ; 
 And Towns, without Gods wakeful Eyes^ 
 A needlefs Watch maintain, 
 a Before the Mornings Buflies rife, 
 Your daily Works renew, 
 And till the Stars remount the Skies^ 
 Your daily Works purfue. 
 
 Fare ne're fo hard, it's all in vain, 
 
 If yet by G r d unbleft ; 
 Do all, and but his Smiles obtain, 
 You'll fafely, fweet T y reft. 
 
 3 Lo, Children from the p egnant Womb, 
 
 By Gods b'sit Influence grow, 
 
 4 Like Arrows, in their youthful Bloon^ 
 
 Slict from Ibme GyancVBow, 
 
 J© 
 
7$ PSAL. cxkvfy 
 
 O happy's he, whofe Quiver's fill'd 
 With fuch bright Shafts refound \ 
 
 He'll ne're to Force, nor Malice yield, 
 While thefe his Foes confound. 
 
 Another Metre. Frcper Tune. 
 
 F God to build the Houfe denies, 
 Ths Workmen build, but build in vain, 
 And Cities ufelefs Guards maintain, 
 If God withdraws his watchful Eyes. 
 
 Gods Help out-does the Builders Art, 
 And He performs the Watchman's Part 
 
 2 Before the ?vlorning-Blume' rife, 
 
 Your daily painful Works renew, 
 Your daily painful Works purfue, 
 Till Night again obfcures the Skies 
 
 Support your felves with meanefr Fare, 
 The Drink of Tears, the Bread of Care. 
 
 In vain you toil, and build in vain, 
 If God frill at a Diftance Hands, 
 And neither blefs your Heads nor Hands, 
 
 But if his Love you once obtain, 
 
 Then rife, or watch, or fafr, or weep, 
 You'll fafely live, and fweetly fleep. 
 
 3 Lo ! Children from the pregnant Womb, 
 
 By God's immediate Blefling grow, 
 
 4 Like Shafts fent from fome Giants Bow 
 They feem in all their youthful Bloom ; 
 
 They too can hurl their deadly Darts 
 With fteady Hands, and daring Hearts. 
 
 5 O nappy's he, whofe Quiver founds 
 
 
 th fuch important Shafts as thefe ! 
 The Man his Foes undaunted fees. 
 
VS A L. cxxviij. 179 
 
 sar his Head or Heart confounds, 
 u wi 1 he quit the Martial Meld, 
 While jjjetje Support and Comfort yield. 
 
 P S A L. exxviij. 
 
 "Appy, thrice happy Thou, 
 Who in his own beft way, 
 D \ to thy Great Creator bow, 
 And his Commands obey ! 
 Mis Bleffings round thee wait, 
 And on thy Labours reft, 
 Thy meaner, but contented State, 
 With Peace and Safety bleft. 
 
 Like fome fair fpreadiflg Vine 
 With purple Grapes o're-born ; 
 So thy kind Mates cjbait Beauties ihine, , 
 Her Fruits thy Walls adorn. 
 The lovely Mcther me 
 
 With hopeful Ifllie crown'd, . 
 Her Sons, life Olive Plants, fhall be 
 Thy Tables planted round. 
 
 Thus fha'lthe Lord his Grace 
 
 On thee his Friend beftow, 
 To thee, from sfon*s facred Place, 
 
 A thoufand Favours ihow. 
 Bleft with a firm old Age, 
 
 Thy happy Eyes fhall fee 
 Thy lively fruitful Heirs prefage 
 
 A long Polterity. 
 
 Thy happy Eyes fhall fee 
 
 The Churches bleft encreafb, 
 Secur'dby long Felicity, 
 
 And univerfal Peace, 
 
i?o P S A L. cxxix. cxxx. 
 
 PSAL. cxxix. 
 
 i TVyTE fr° m m y Youth may Ifrtel fay, 
 J_VJL My Foes have oft oppreft. 
 
 2 In vain, from Youthful Years have they 
 
 Diftur'd my Peaceful Reft. 
 
 3 Deep o're my Back the Wicked plow'd, 
 
 And long their furrows drew, 
 And would of fliort fueceifes proud, 
 Their fpiteful ways purfue. 
 
 4 But God, the Righteous Judge, with eafe 
 
 Their Cords in Pieces tore. 
 5* May Shame and Fear, thefe Wretches ftize r 
 Who hate to Sion bore ! 
 
 6 Let them, like Corn on Houfes, dy 
 
 Which Springs but quickly dyes, 
 
 7 Which Mowers pafs regardlcfs by 
 
 And Reajpers, all defpife. 
 
 8 No PafTengers would kindly call, 
 
 To fuch as labour'd there, 
 Gods BlelTing on Your Labours falf, 
 His Name your Harveft cheer ! 
 
 PSAL. cxxx. 
 
 j TTRom gloomy Deeps, Dear Lord, to 1 
 
 JL^ From gloomy Deeps I cry'd. 
 i O hear me ! let thy Mercy be 
 No more to me deny'd! 
 
 3 Shouldft thou our Sinns feverely weigh, 
 
 Who Lord thy Wrath could bear ? 
 
 4 But Pardon is thy gentler Way, 
 
 The Spring of Godly Fear. 
 
 5 My Soul, Lord, waits, it waits for Tfa#s ? 
 And on thy Word depends, 
 
 6 E re 
 
TSJL. cxxx. igi 
 
 $ E're I the dawning Morning fee, 
 
 My Soul the Lord attends. 
 7 To him 6 raife your Humble Eies, 
 
 Poor ffrmsis icatter'd Race ! 
 With him kind Mercy treafurM lies 
 
 And never failing Grace. 
 
 From Him Redemption freely flows, 
 
 And Hee'l redeem Thee too. 
 From all thy Sinns and all thofe Woes, 
 
 Which juftly Sinn purfue. 
 
 TSJL. cxxxj. 
 
 J ^^TO Prides afpiring Rage, 
 
 .IN No fwelling Thought? engage, 
 Dear God my Hesirt to bear a pare 
 With this corrupted Age. 
 I ne'r ar Empire ainrq, 
 
 Nor Crowns, nor Scepters clainVd, 
 Nor foar'd above with wanton Love, 
 Of Myfteries enflam'd. 
 
 2 But as fome Babe at Reft, 
 
 Wean'd from its Mothers Breaft ; 
 Clofe Silence keeps with gentle flceps, 
 
 Or Smiling Slumbers 'Weft, 
 So Lord my Soul let free 
 
 From careful Vanity . 
 From Earths delights and unknown Flights, 
 
 In Silence waits on Thee. 
 
 3 O Ye oflfr.nls race, 
 
 O feek his glorious Face! 
 On Him befure your Faith fecure, 
 And his Command's embrace! 
 
 PSJU 
 
iSi TSAL. cxxxij. 
 
 PSJL. cxij. 
 
 i T5 Emeraber Day\ft Troubles Lord, 
 XV How in Affliaidii He, 
 
 2 With faithful Vows engag'd his word 
 
 O facofo God to Thee ! 
 
 3 High tho iny lofty Palace rife, 
 
 With Ce«. v ar nolSIy ciej'u. 
 And Beds with G6?den Canopy es, 
 Would downy Slumbers yield. 
 
 4 I'll ne'r my Rooms of State approach, 
 
 Nor ftretch my felf at eafe: 
 No deep (hall on my Brows encroach 
 My Lids no Slumbers pleafe. 
 
 5 Till I that happy Place have found, 
 
 By Heavenly Favour blefr; 
 
 Where Hacob: God on Holy ground, 
 
 Will fix his gioripus Reil. 
 
 It's done! and as our Meaner Race 
 
 Of old their Maker chofe. 
 So rough and means that wondrous Place 
 
 Where hee'l at Jaft repofe, 
 
 6 Efhratas Fields and Shi'hks Plains, 
 
 Are all alas! deftroy'd! 
 And Sims Mount unfmoorh'd remains, 
 And rough 3 obfcure, and void ; 
 
 Yet there his Arke is fix'd, and there 
 
 His facred Altars {rand ; 
 Till there his Temples roofs appear, 
 
 And all the Mount command. 
 
 7 Come let's approach the place! before 
 
 His holy Altars bow, 
 And at his gloribus Feet adore, 
 And due Submiflion fhow ! 
 
 Part 
 
VS AL. cxxxij. *9j 
 
 Tr.rt 7. 
 
 S Rife Lord, thy Arke of Glory ralfe, 
 AfTumethy chofen Seat! 
 And on thy flock which humbly prays, 
 Thy BlefHngs Lord repeat! 
 9 Thy Priefls with Righteoufnefs invert, 
 
 Thy Saints for Joy fhall fing, 
 io For Dbvutt fak* his Offspring bleft, 
 To Crowns and Scepters bring 1 
 
 ii The Lord to Div/V-fwara of old, 
 
 His Oath in Truth was made, 
 Thy Seed. fhall frill the Kingdom hold, 
 
 Frcm Heirs to Heirs convcv'd. 
 12 And if thy Sons with Care 
 
 f ly Covenant obferve. 
 And from thofe Rules my L^s ;s ttfei 
 
 Shall never vainly fwerve. ■ 
 
 I too will them as Kings nipport, 
 
 And thy continued Line : 
 On Salems Throne in jv.d^s Court 
 From Age to Age fhall fhine. 
 j} Si on is Gods Ele&ion, where 
 
 Hee'l hold his Re fi Ic 
 14 " Here will I always i ' L : ere 
 
 " My long'd for Reft Comment. 
 
 5 " Fie their jProyifions largely 
 
 " Their Poor with plenty cloy. 
 5 " Their Prie'ls with my Salvation dr.. 
 
 " And rill their Saints with Jov. 
 7 il There D -;' >■ Branches ever ilrong, 
 
 " Shall rill the Regal Li 1 >, 
 The Lamp of my Anointed Jong 
 ith fettled* Luihe ihine, 
 
 jS Shame 
 
a 5 + T S A L. cxxxiij. 
 
 IS Shame mail his envious Foesfurround, 
 Bur his ilhiltrous 'Head 
 With {tarry Beams of Glory crownd, 
 Frefh Honours round him fhed. 
 
 H 
 
 V S A L. CXXXlij. 
 
 Ow fweet, how charming is the Sight, 
 Where prudent Chriftians move 
 In peaceful Ways, and all delight 
 
 To wear the Chains of Love ? 
 Then Kindnefs fills their tender Hearts, 
 
 And fhooLS thro all their Eyes. 
 Each Tongue a Love unfeign'd impart*, 
 
 And Love's their Exercife. 
 
 So when thofe fragrant Oils of old, 
 
 The Head oC Aaron crownM, 
 And down his Head the BaTom roll'd, 
 
 And drench'd his Garments round. 
 From him the pleafant Odours thro* 
 
 The Tabernacle flowM, 
 And on the facrificing Crew, 
 
 A thoufand Sweets beftowM. 
 
 And as foft Rains, and pearly Dews 
 
 On^Ws Mount diftilJ, 
 And Clouds their Silver Drops diiFufe 
 
 On Hermons fruitful Hill. 
 So God, where Men his Peace maintain, 
 
 His Blefling largely fends, 
 And Love to all that heavenly Train, 
 
 From Age to Age extends. 
 
 /: 
 
 inotht 
 
P S AL. cxxxiij. 
 
 Another Metre, as the 148. 
 
 SWeet Peace, bled Charity, 
 How foft thy heavenly Charm?, 
 When that uniting Tye 
 
 The Souls of Brethren arms ; 
 And foars above 
 Rough Nature's Jars, 
 And iinful Wars, 
 On Wings of Love ! 
 
 More fweet than Balfams flied, 
 
 By Gods divine Command, 
 On Aarwis facred Head, 
 
 Which all his Garments ftain'd : 
 And thence diftiU'd, 
 Gods holy Piace, 
 With heavenly Grace, 
 And Odours fiii'd. 
 
 • More fweet than thofe foft Dews, 
 Which ancient H^rmw crown'd, 
 Or Drops which Clouds diffufe 
 Gods holy Mount around. 
 And all below 
 Kind warmth prevails, 
 And pleafant Dales 
 With Plenty iiow. 
 
 ; Where fuch fweet Concord reigrw, 
 The God of Peace defcends; 
 The Church and State maintains, 
 And every Tribe defends. 
 His ladings fall, 
 And Life and Eafe, 
 And lairing Peace 
 Lxteiids to all. 
 
Z S6 PSAL. Cxxxiv. 
 
 PSAL. cxxxiv. 
 
 i TZE who before the Lord, 
 X In nightly turns adoi e 
 With Praife his wondrous Afts record, 
 His gracious Smiles implore. 
 
 2 Up toward his holy Place 
 
 Your Hands devoutly raife, 
 
 And all thofe happy Hours embrace, 
 
 To ling his glorious Praife. 
 
 3 For he at whofe Command 
 
 The World from Nothing rofe, 
 Great Bleffings with a liberal Hand, 
 On all his Church beftows! 
 
 VSAL. cxxxv. 
 
 j f^\ Praife the Lord, ye Saints, his Name, 
 \Jf With grateful Anthems raife, . 
 
 2 Who in his Houfe your Stations claim, 
 
 And fill his Courts with Praife ! 
 
 3 Praife ye the Lord, the gracious Lord, 
 
 For 'tis a pleafant Thing ; 
 When Men with Thanks his Name record, 
 With Thanks his Praifes fing. 
 
 4 For God himfelf his Ifrael chofe, 
 
 His own peculiar Care ; 
 
 5 Vain Gods, in vain his Strength oppofe, 
 
 With him in vain compare. 
 
 6 Thro' the va,ft Deeps, Seas, Earth, and S!de9 
 
 God a&s his pleafure all. 
 
 7 He bids the cloudy Vapours rife, 
 
 And he commands their Fall. 
 
 Fierce 
 
PS A L. cxxxv. 2 3 7 
 
 I icrce I ■; I tnings on his pouring Rams, 
 
 At his COmmarids aire;: J : 
 Rough Winds he from his.Treafures drains, 
 Which fhence in Storms afcend. 
 GoJ, the liiil-b -rn, from Man to Beaft, 
 Thro tremb-ing %vv fl 
 p Him, by his dreadful Plagues oppreft, 
 Diftraflted !fig/j& knew. 
 
 P aoh and all his Armies dy\I 
 Beneath his -weighty Hand 
 He many mighty Kings deftroy'd, 
 And nvauy a fruitful Land ; 
 1 1 Sihon and Og t and a 1 who reign'd 
 
 Of ci^r.'s Reams poi:e<>, 
 j 2 Till ifraePs Racetheir KingdomsgainM, 
 And rheie fecur'd their Reft. 
 
 'Part i. 
 
 Thy Name, and thy Memorial, Lord,. 
 
 From Age to Age endures. 
 1.4 Thy Jufrice' all thy Saints record, 
 
 VVhile that their Peace procures; 
 For God for all their Sufferings griev'd, 
 
 And their airlifted Cafe, 
 Will them, from cruel Foes relieved, 
 
 With tend' re ft Loves embrace. 
 
 ■i 5 Idols for Gods, the Gentiles blind, 
 Of Go'd and Silver u{q } 
 Whole Mouths were ne're for Speech defign'J, 
 Whofe Eyes the Light refufe. 
 \6 No found could over. reach their Ears> 
 
 NoBrpath :Vcir Lives declare • 
 117 Dull as I - ' * Slaves appear, N < 
 
 ; uchth?:r Makers ;• 
 
 The 
 
4 
 
 i$8 PSAL. cxxxvj. 
 
 19 The Lord, 6 ye of ifraePs Race, 
 
 O Aaron's Houfe proclaim ! 
 
 20 Ye Levites, ye who feek his Grace, 
 
 O Praife his facred Name ! 
 
 21 With Bleflings from his holy Hill 
 
 His Name and Afrs record ; 
 
 Whofe Glories all his Churches fill, 
 
 Praife ye, 6 praife the Lord ! 
 
 TSAL. Cxxxvj. 
 
 1 /~\ Praife tfi Eternal Lord, 
 
 2 V-X The God of Gods adore ! 
 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure 
 A never-failing Store. 
 5 O praife the Lord of Lords, 
 
 Who Wonders works alone ! 
 His Mercies fure unchanged endure 
 To endiefs Ages known. 
 
 5 Praife Him whofe curious Hand 
 
 Stretch'd out the lofty Skies : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 When all expiring lies. 
 
 6 He made firm Land above 
 
 The mighty Waters rife : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 When Time and Nature dies. 
 
 7 Praife Him whofe Wifdom firft 
 
 Set up the glorious Light : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 As that immeriely bright, 
 g The Sun to rule the Day, 
 o. The Moon and Stars the Night : 
 
 His Mercies fure unchanged endure 
 la all the Nations fight. 
 
 10 lie 
 
P S AL. cxxxvj ^ §9 
 
 io He all their eldeiV Hopes 
 
 Thro 1 S&P?% Land deftroy'd : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 O're all his Works employ'd. 
 r i Thence with an out -ftretclf d Arm 
 
 12 He lead hts ifraeFs Race : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 
 When Time rcfigns his Place. 
 
 Tart z. 
 
 13 Praife Him whole powerful Hand 
 
 Made mighty Seas divide : 
 His Mercies Jure unchang'd endure, 
 Thro' end T efs Ages try'd. 
 
 14 Who thro' the fandy Deeps 
 
 All ifrtefi Armies lead : 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 In all his Aftions read. 
 
 15 But o're proud PhtrmtVs Hod 
 
 Returning Waves prevailed : 
 His Mercies lure unchang'd endure 
 On all his own Entail' d. 
 
 16 Who thro' the Defert wilde, 
 
 His People march'd fecure r 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 And as his Nature pure. 
 
 17 He many powerful Kings, 
 
 18 And mighty Princes Hew : 
 
 His Mercies fure unchang'd endure, 
 To aii iiis Servants true, 
 
 19 The furly /im?riu y 
 
 20 And luijl^s Gyant Lord : 
 His Mercies fure uncha-ng'd endure. 
 
 As his Eternal Word. 
 
 O i , F , 
 
i#\-> 
 
 X O JTX 2*j* 
 
 2 r Praife Him, who all their Land 
 
 22 On lf> aet's Race bellow 'd : 
 His Mercies fure unchnng'd endure, 
 
 To all his Creatures fhow'd. 
 
 23 He heJpM cur mean Eftate, 
 
 24 And us from Foes redeemed : 
 His Mercies fure unchanged endure, 
 
 By all his Saints efleem'd, 
 
 .25 He feed^ his Creatures.all; 
 
 O. praife this heavenly King : 
 •His Mercies Jure* unchanged endure, 
 Let all his 'Creatures iing ! 
 
 Ancthw Metre^ as the i^Sth. 
 
 1 4 r ~\ Praife trf Eternal Lord ! 
 
 2 \^J) The God of Gods adore, 
 
 3 The Lord ofTords record, 
 
 4 And all his Wonders ftore. 
 
 For certainly 
 His Mercies fure 
 Unchang'd eadure 
 
 Eternally. 
 
 5 Praife Him whofe curious HanJ 
 
 Stretch' d out the lofty Skies, 
 
 6 And made the folid Land 
 
 Above the Waters rife. 
 For certainly, &c. 
 
 7 He through Confufions fway, 
 
 Drew~out the glorious Light , 
 
 8 The Sun to rule the Day, 
 
 9 The Moon, and Stars the Night. 
 
 Forcertain 7 y ; d^. , 
 
 10 II 
 
PSAL. ocxxvrj. 15I 
 
 10 He all the Firfr-born flew 
 
 Thro' Egjpt*i mournful Land, 
 1 r And out his Ifrael drew 
 12 With his vi&orious Hand. 
 For certainly, e^- 
 
 
 1 3 Praife Him, before whofe Rod, 
 
 The Seas divided fled , 
 
 14 And thro' fl-range ways untrod, 
 
 His Jacatfs Army led. 
 For certainly , &c. 
 
 1 5* Who drowning Pharaoh's Hoft, 
 
 16 His own thro" Defertstrain'd, 
 
 1 7 And Canaarfs ancient Coafr 
 
 1 8 With Blood of Princes frain'd. 
 
 For certainly, &c. 
 
 
 19 The furious Amorite , 
 
 20 And Bajhatfs Monfter King 
 
 21 He flew, that to their Right 
 
 22 He might his- Servants bring. 
 
 For certainly, &c, 
 
 2 3 Praife Him who helps our Needs, 
 
 24 And gives us Vi&ories, 
 
 25 Who all his Creatures feeds, 
 
 And" reigns above the Skies. 
 For certainly, &c. 
 
 PSAL. 137. Proper Tune. 
 
 1 (T\N Babei* s'Rivets Banks we fate, 
 \^y O're-whelm'd with Miferies, 
 And Tears for Sio*s ruind State, 
 O're-flow'd our mournful Eye*. 
 
 O z "2 Un- 
 
lM TS AL. cxxxvij.- 
 
 2 Ufelefsour Harps untund, unftrung, 
 
 As our diforderd Minds, 
 On Willows unregarded hung, 
 Expos'd co wantonWinds. 
 
 3 But our too cruel Conquerors there 
 
 Difhirb'd ourfilent Woes, 
 And bad us change our mournful Cheen, 
 
 O u r T hou g h ts to , Songs coin pofe. 
 '" Let's hear, they end, that wondrous Song, 
 
 14 Which once your God could charm, 
 11 Our Ears for SWs Mufick long, 
 
 41 Our heavy Hearts to warm. 
 
 4 What (hall we fing our hoty Songs 
 
 To pleafe out haughty Foes r 
 Shall we, what to our God belongs, 
 In Heathen Lands expofe ? 
 % No, fhould we Saievfs Woes pafs o're, 
 Her Deviations Bight, 
 
 O may our skilful Hands, no more 
 The curi#ii$ JSur de|j£nr: 
 
 6 O may cur Tongues "be" fi'ent quite, 
 
 If we her Walls forger^ 
 Or don r, above our chief Delight, 
 Poor Salem's Sorrows let ! 
 
 7 Think, Lord, on Ejau$ barbarous Race, 
 
 How at our Fall thej cryM, 
 Down, down, tlieir mi ghty Walls de'facel 
 O're-turn their ancient Pride ! 
 
 S Nor flia't thou Babel e're avoid 
 Our God's revenging Hand, 
 Since He by whom thy Pride's deftroy VI; 
 Shall, bleft, in fa'fery ftand. 
 9 Gods BlefTings on his Arms fhall «ft, 
 
 Who breaks the tender Bones - ' 
 
 Of 
 
VSAL. cxxxvij. 193 
 
 Of Biles torn from the Mother's Bread", 
 On unrelenting Hones. 
 
 Another Mare: As the 51th. Frcpr/- Tine 
 
 1 ITHlen en &pfa*ter*$ltfiks we lay, 
 
 W P<^oi waves opprefs'd with Cares apidEeais, 
 And thougJW on \?Ws fatal Day, 
 
 Our Sighs burir out at Jaft in Tea*"?. 
 We law proud B.ib I firmly wali'd, 
 
 Her Bai dings fair, ferene her flare , 
 The light poor Salens Doom recali'd, . 
 Augmenting Sorrows difmal weight. 
 
 a Thither in vain our Harps wee"d brougf:r- ; 
 
 To calm our Thoughts, and eafe our Wp^, 
 Such Eafe; a-afs! in vam we fought, 
 
 Our Wounds no Mulick's flaitfi could clofe. 
 Care-efs, at lafr, we hung them by, 
 
 On mournful V\ iilows planted round, 
 Where the fad Strings by fympathy, 
 
 Sighed, broke, and give a doleful found. 
 
 3 But they whofe cruel Hands had h'd 
 
 Our Country wafre, our itlvzs in Chain*. 
 A fpoit of all our Sorrows made, 
 
 And calfd for Mn'Ick's pleating -{heir .' 
 " Come take your lazy Harp?, th-y Wy\ 
 
 "Tune welVtune every founding firing, , 
 " Let's have'fome gedly melouy, 
 
 4t Some chearfai Ha .'e ujah ling ! 
 
 
 4 Inhumane! flicu'd we pro r . imre 
 
 Our holieiT: Thi- p } cr Sw_. 
 
 Should we Gois iacrei fCarrte pollute, 
 Or treat his Foes with fengs' Divine ? 
 
 5 Ah Lord ! Ah V . • 
 
 Ah S*'tntsV8&A WilV'iU $t 
 
 O 3 Tcr 
 
ot. V S A L. cxxxvij. 
 
 Forge-Dear S'<m\ darling Name, 
 Or Widdowed SaLj/Ss Mjfery ?■ 
 
 No ; rather may our Fingers loofe 
 
 Their Relifh on the tuneful Lyre ; 
 Our Hands their iVe*tefr Strokes refufe 
 
 Their fofteft Touch, and nobleft Fire, 
 C Oh ! may Eternal Hoarfenefs feize 
 
 Our Throats ! our Tongues be always dry ! 
 No more our charming Anthems pleafe, 
 
 If Salem s fad remembrance dye. 
 
 Nay, Giculdjoys fudden Extafies 
 
 To Heav'n our drooping Tempers raile ; 
 O may we ne'er approach the Skies, 
 
 It siw crowns not all our Praife ! 
 - Think, Lord, on Efaus Sons whofe Spite 
 
 Unnaturally urged our Fate : 
 Down, Down vsith Salem ; Rafe it quite ; 
 
 Down with that Birthright-fteal.ing Sute ? 
 
 Out deathful Cries not one kind Look 
 
 Could from obdurate Erethren gain ; 
 Our Griefs they for Diverfiontook ; 
 
 Laugh'd at our Cries, and mock'd our Pain 
 % Nor fha 1 ! thy Doom, proud Babel, Hay ; 
 
 Thy Sword \v#s cruel too ; thy Rage 
 Could brutim Edofn SjCuife obey, 
 
 And againft Tears and Cries engage. 
 
 See where God's dreadful Judgments w air, 
 
 To ftrike the dead revenging Bow ! 
 And b'cis'd be He whole mortal I are 
 Shall make thee, tafte of Sr.ia>.\ Tvoe ! 
 5> Thrice happy he whofe hands fhall tear 
 From Mother's Breads thy Infant Race; 
 Nor for their tender Out-cries fpare, 
 But daik their Brains in every p!ace. 
 
 P S A L 
 
FSAL. cxxxviij. f$$ 
 
 P S AL. cxxxviij. 
 
 i. TTTIth all my heart, thy Praifes I 
 VV Before the Gods will fing 
 
 * And to thy Temple chefcrfir'ly 
 
 My grateful Gffe rings bring : 
 Before'thy Holy Place I'll bow, 
 
 Thy Truth, thy Mercies praife \ 
 For o'er thy Name entirely now 
 Thy Worditfelfdifplays. 
 
 3 I pray'd ; thou heard' ft my Prayer : reftor'd 
 
 "To ftrength my Soul appeared. 
 
 4 AH Earthly Kings lhall praife the Lord, 
 
 When they his Words have heard. 
 
 5 Joy ma 1 ! enlarge their Hearts, when they 
 
 Shall tread thy facred Ways : 
 When they thy Juft Commands obey, 
 They'll .all thy Glories praife. 
 
 € For thoughthe Lord, enthroned on High, 
 The World's vaft Empire fways, 
 On humble Souls He cafts his Eye, 
 
 And fcorns the Prides haughty ways, 
 
 7 Though I, involved in mighty W 7 oes, 
 
 As funk and loft appear, 
 Thy Hand fhall break my angry Foes,. 
 And fave my Soul from fear. 
 
 8 Since, Lord, thy Mercies- bound lefs are, 
 
 O dc;f t my Hopes defeat • . 
 But all thy Works, for me, with care, 
 Thy Handy* works compleat ! 
 
 • 
 
 4 PSAL. 
 
*9<> PSAL. cxxxix. 
 
 PSAL. cxxxix. 
 
 i ir Oi4 r -Thou haft fully fearch'd me out, 
 JL/ And throughly canvafs'd me ! 
 
 2 My Reft; my Rife, each ftiapelefs Thought 
 
 Is known long fmce to Thee. 
 
 3 Thy wond'rous Art, thy curious Hand, 
 
 My private Path difplays ; 
 
 By Thee my very Sleeps are fcann'd, 
 
 And all my various Ways. 
 
 4 What e'r my ferious Thought- produce, 
 
 Before the Words arefram'd, 
 Before my Tongue can find its ufe, 
 Is in thy Ears proclaim'd. 
 
 5 When I my Shape, fo clean, fo fair, 
 
 Behind, Before, furvey ; 
 I know thy Hand, thy ski ful Care, 
 Thus built my humble Clay. 
 
 6 Would I into thy Secrets pry, 
 
 Thy Forming Wifdom know ; 
 
 7 For me fuch Skill is far too high, 
 
 And I, alas ! too low. 
 Whither, O whither then fhould I 
 
 Go from thy piercing fight ? 
 O whither from thy Spirit's E) e 
 
 Direft my fecret flight ? 
 
 8 If I climb high above the Sky, 
 
 Thy Throne of Glory's there : 
 If in Hell's gloomy Deeps I }k$ 
 In Hell thy Powers appear 
 
 9 If I, on Morning's purple wings, 
 
 Out-flrip the fleeting Day, 
 And toward the Ocean's VV'eRern Sp' :> 
 
 Find cut an unknown way, . . , , 
 
 i i . . 3 -..--••'-'* io Yet 
 
VSAL. cxxxix. 297 
 
 10 Yet there thy far extended Hind 
 
 Would lead me out at lait ; 
 And thy Right Hand my Steps command. 
 And ever hold me fa ft. 
 
 11 Nav, (Hould I fay, the gloomy Ni^hs 
 
 " Shall hire, niy Steps conceal, 
 
 Around me foon a glorious Light 
 
 Wou'd all my Walks reveal. 
 
 ia Should Night condenfe its darkeft Steams 
 One difmal Gloom to frame, 
 That Gloom, with more than Mid-days Beams/- 
 Would Night it felf enflame. 
 
 Parti. 
 
 13 For in my Mother's Womb, of old, 
 Thy Hand my Reins poiTefr ; 
 And, in a wondrous Covering, rolf d, 
 Did all my Limbs inveft. 
 1 ^ Since in my Shape, and round me, all 
 Thy dreadful Wonders flune j 
 My Thoughts fhall all my Works recall^ 
 And in thy Praife combine.' 
 
 1$ When m the lower Womb, embraced, 
 My curious Texture grew ; 
 Thy Wifdom all that Darknefs trac'd, 
 And all my Sub (ranee knew. 
 
 16 The Lord my formlefs Subftance view'd* 
 
 And in His Book enroll' d j 
 And as each Day with Shape endu'd, 
 My growing Members told. 
 
 17 How dear thy Counfels, Lord, to me I 
 
 How vail their Numbers are ! 
 The Sands we round the Ocean fee, 
 Can't with their Summs compare * 
 
 O 5 fl 
 
TS AL. cxi. 
 \% Qn then all Day I clofely rruifs ; 
 And in irry- Nightly Dreams, 
 T{iey through- my Soul themfelves difiV. 
 And are" my waking Themes. 
 
 J$ The Lord {hall wicked Men deftroy : 
 
 Begone, BJood-thirfty Crew, 
 20 Who againfl God your Tongues employ, 
 
 t Hrs Name with Lyes purfiie ! 
 u I with a perfef} rage at thofe 
 
 Who hate my Maker, fly ;) '- 
 12 And fiichj as if my deadly Foes, 
 
 With deadly hare defie. 
 
 ■27 O fearch me ! Try my Heart ! and fee 
 
 Which way my Thoughts encline ? 
 34 And all ill Thoiighrs remove, *nd me 
 Coafliift in raths divine ! 
 
 • • ' 
 
 P^L Cxi. 
 
 3 TTRomyile, From godlefs Men, Dear Lord, 
 
 JL* .. Ofaye! Orefcue,mef 
 -* Whdft' Hearts in wicked Plots accor J, ; 
 And quarrel tdnftantly. 
 
 3 Their Tongues more pointed much than thofe 
 
 Of angry Serpents are • 
 Their .Lips mere Venome far difclofe, 
 j Tharl fretted Afps prepare, 
 
 4 From Sinners, and the Violent, 
 
 Me* Lord, in peace beftow ! 
 Whofefpiteagainft my ways is bent, ^ 
 And would my Steps overthrow. 
 J TKcicNet*, their Snares, their Ginns they ky ( 
 W \\h unfufpefted Arts; 
 And whervihey quite fun^und'my Way ; 
 "' They pleaft their i'tomftl H«rr^ 
 
 6 Thou 
 
PSAL. cxli. *9? 
 
 6 Thou art my God, my Lord, atone : 
 
 Then to the Lord I faid, 
 The Prayers, the Supplications own, 
 By me thy Servant made ! 
 
 7 Thou art my ftrength alone ; from Thee - 
 
 Myfafety, Lord, defcendb : ,, 
 
 When furious Battels compafs me, 
 Thy Hand my Head defends. 
 
 8 Lord, let not Wicked Workers thrive, 
 
 Nor gain their bafe Dzfign ! 
 Left they their Hearts, if thou connive, 
 To haughty Pride refign. 
 
 9 But as for all that impious Crew 
 
 Who now my Path furround, 
 Let the malicious Lyes they brew, 
 Themfelves at laft confound ! 
 
 jo. On them let burning Sulphur rain, 
 Hot Flames about them fly, 
 An*}* they, O never rais'd again, 
 In difmal Darknefs lie ! 
 i 1 Ne'er let the difmal Wordy Tool - 
 On Earth continue long ; ' 
 Let mifchref hurt the Gripin^FooL 
 . , Who ftillrdelrghts in Wrong. 
 
 12 I know th' afflicted Poor Man's Ciaini 
 
 The Lord will ftill maintain : 
 3 3 1 The Righteous then mall praife' thy Namey "* 
 
 And in thy Sight remain. 
 
 PSAL. cxli. 
 
 1 T Calf d oh Thee ; Loid 5 haile and hear^ 
 
 X And let my Voice, rhy Cries 
 a As Incenfe prove ! my Hands appear > . 
 As Ev'nin& Sacrifice J 
 
 3 Loxd 
 
3 CO PSAL. cxii. 
 
 3 Lor J, by thy Grace, my Mouth fe arc, 
 
 ^ My L^ps with Wifdom clou- ! 
 
 4 And let my Huait from Sin be pure, 
 
 And wicked Works oppofe. 
 
 Lefl I afTcciate wnh thofe 
 
 Who -only Sin piiriue, 
 And feaft where lufcious Plenty flews 
 
 Among!! the fcornfulCrew. 
 
 5 Whene'er I fin, With pity, may 
 
 The Good my Sins reprove ; 
 Their Wounds are kinder far than they 
 Who feign deceitful Love. 
 
 Let thofe, Lord, heal my Head, as Oil 
 
 Which heals- and mollifiiei : 
 And though my Foes attempt my fpoil, 
 
 For them my Pray'rs mail rife. 
 
 6 May their Great Men in reeky Ways 
 
 Be trampled under fo, 
 That they my prudent Words may praife, 
 And Wifdom's fweetnefs know ! 
 
 7 As Chips from falling Timber fly, 
 
 Or Ploughs tear up the Ground j s 
 So, Lord, our fones unbury'd lis 
 Our emptied Graves around. 
 
 8 To Thee I lift my faithful Eyes ! 
 
 O don't my Soul rejeft ! 
 But from thofe Snares my Foes devife. 
 My Innocence proteft ! 
 
 9 Let not the Sinner's crafty Snare, 
 
 Dear Lord, entangle me ! 
 j \jo But, while I Tcape, O let his Care 
 His own Conftificn be ! 
 
 ? SAL. 
 
VSAL. clxij. 3 C * 
 
 P S AL. Clxij. 
 
 r T Ord> from a di final Place 
 \_j I pray'd, I cry'd jco Thee, 
 
 2 With earne'.V Prayers before thy Face, 
 
 I ! ay*d my Mifcry. 
 
 3 My Spiiits fainted quite, 
 
 Eut, Lord, thou know'ft my Wiyy 
 And how my Toes with ac~llve lpite, 
 Their Snaies about it lay. 
 
 4 Where e're I caft my Eyes, 
 
 I (rand, al ±Cs ! unknown, 
 Where e're my Sou! for Refuge flies, 
 It's left forlorn alone. 
 
 5 Yet to the Lord, I cry'd, 
 
 And faid, " My Hope's in Thee, 
 " Thou, Loid, while I on Earth abide, 
 " Shalt all my Portion be. 
 
 6 " Lord, hear my Cries ! my Woes, 
 
 *' My loft Condition view, 
 " Save me from thofe too mighty Foes, 
 " Who now my Life purfue ! 
 
 7 " O let my Sou) be free, 
 
 " Thy holy Name to praife ! 
 " The Juft with Songs fliali compafs me, 
 " When Thou my Head fliak rails* 
 
 Another Metre. 
 
 I. T to the Lord devoutly pray'd} 
 
 X To him I cry'd aloud, 
 z And in his fight my Sorrows laid, 
 And all my Sufferings fliow'd. 
 3 When my faint Spirits flowly mov'd; 
 . Thctu knewft my certain way, 
 
3 qi TSAL. clxiij. 
 
 How Snares by cruel Arts improved, 
 About my Footfteps lay. 
 
 4 I look' J for fome Afll (ranee round, 
 
 But was, alafs ! unknown, 
 Aiy wrenched Soul.no fhelter found, 
 And was efteem'd by none. 
 
 5 Then I, in Prayer, to God confefr, 
 
 In Thee my Hope's fecure, 
 
 Thou art, fince I my Life poiTeft, 
 
 My Lot, my Portion fore* 
 
 6 O let my Cries thy Ears engage, 
 
 My groaning weaknefs fee! 
 Save me from Perfecutor's rage, 
 Too firong alafs ! for me. 
 
 7 Lord, fet my Soul from Prifon free, 
 
 To praife thy facred Name,, 
 And when the Righteous compafs me, 
 Thy Boufttks Tie proclaim. . 
 
 VSAL. Clxiij. 
 
 i T Ord, hear my Prayers, accept my Crk^ 
 
 JL/ In Truth and Righteoufnefs ! 
 i And let not Judgments fharp furprize 
 Thy SeTvaat-'s Soul opprefs ! 
 For when thy fearching Eyes begin. 
 
 To try our fading Years, 
 Lord, in thy fight o'rewhelm'd with Sin ? 
 The pureft Saint appears I 
 
 . 3 My Soul purfu'd by cruel Foes, 
 
 My Life quite overthrown, 
 
 I ly in Darknefs.Jofl, like thofe 
 
 Who to their Graves are gone. 
 
 4 For this my Spirit faints in me, 
 
 My Hsart defend mourns, ; 
 
TS A L. clxj r /. 303 
 
 5 r And to myjabouring Memory,. 
 
 My happier Age returns. 
 
 On all- thy Afts J- daily muTe, 
 Thy Works run daily o 9 re, 
 
 6 And as the parching Earth foft Dews, 
 
 So Thee my <Hands implore. 
 
 7 I faint, 6 quickly,, quickly hear, 
 
 Thy.fmiles, dear Lord, I crave ; 
 Lcaft I, like dying Men,, appear, 
 Who julr approach the Grave. 
 
 3 Let me thy 'Mercies early rrain, 
 For, Lord, I truft in Thee, 
 To Thee I lift my Soul, make plain 
 The way of Life to me ! 
 
 9 Saye me -from -ail my Foes, whoitill 
 
 To Thee for lhelter fly. 
 
 10 Teach roc to-do thy iacred Will, 
 
 My Lord, my God, moft High ! 
 
 Olet thy Spirit lead me to 
 
 The Land of Righteofnefs, 
 21 My Soul with aftive Life rene-vV, 
 
 And for thy Glory blefs/ 
 Juft Lord, from Troubles fet me fiee,- : 
 
 And all myToes deftroy, 
 Thy Mercy ,.and thy Help, let me ; 
 
 Thy Servant, Lord, enjoy ! 
 
 TSJL, .clxjv; 
 
 j T>Left be the Lord, my ftren-gth, whofeGaiS 
 Xj And whofe victorious Might, 
 Inirrutts my ready Hands for War, 
 My Fingers for the Fight, 
 2 My Goodnefs, Fort, my Rajfer, He, 
 My Saviour, and my Shield, 
 
 tn 
 
jd«. PSAL. cxliv. 
 
 In H!m I trtiH, thro 1 Him to Me, 
 My willing People yield. 
 
 3 Lord what is Man? what Mans weak Race, 
 O wad by the favouring Ey ? 
 
 4. Meer Vanity ! His Age, his Grace, 
 Like Shadow* lwiftly fly. 
 
 5 Lord bow thy Heavens, come down, divide 
 
 The Hills the Hills (hall (moke ! 
 
 6 Shoot Lightnings break, delhoy their Pride 
 
 With one confounding ftrokel- 
 
 7 Lord, from above tliy Arms extend, 
 
 A-nd fave and refcue Me, 
 FromHeadftrong Crouds, my. Crown defend. 
 And Eprreign Tyranny ; . 
 
 8 From fueh whole Lips, and Hands in Lyes 
 
 In Deed and Word agree. 
 
 9 So I'll new Son<;s, new Tunes devife, 
 
 Ori Lute uni Harp to THee. 
 
 Tart i. 
 
 io The Lord h;s flrcng Salvation YGuards, 
 On Royal Heads bellows, 
 And from his Servant David wards, 
 The plotting Traitors blows. 
 xi Save Me my God ! 6 refcue Me 
 From Forreign Enemies! 
 Whofe Words and A&ions ajl agree^ 
 In Treachery and Lies. 
 
 it So (hall ©ur Sops like Plants alive, 
 
 In Water' d Gardens mow. V "; 
 
 And with a kindly vigour thrive. 
 
 And dai'y ilronger grow: 
 Our Daughters like fair Marble Colnes. v 
 Smooths by tome Curious band 5 
 
 Oi 
 
TSAL. cxh\ 50 j 
 
 On which the building fweetly joyns,. 
 The Roofs fecurely ftand. 
 
 ly All kind of Grain fhall largely fiow, 
 
 And run our Garners o're; 
 Till none by Numbers force can know, 
 
 Our never ending {lore. 
 Our Flocks their Y^oung by rhoufands near, 
 
 Our very Gates {hall lay, 
 Ten thoufands in the rolling Year 
 
 About our Paftures play. 
 
 14 Our Cartel to their Work be flrong, 
 
 We no Invafions fear, 
 No Captives know, no Cries 'among 
 Our peaceful Dwellings hear. 
 
 1 5 Happy the Tribes mufr needs become, 
 
 On whom fuch Favour flows I 
 But, 6 more happy thofe on whom* 
 Their God himfelf beftows.' 
 
 T 
 
 TSAL. cxlv. 
 
 Hy Name, my God, my King, I'll raife 
 Above the lofty Skyes, 
 
 Each Day thy Ho ! y Name JP1I praife, 
 And Pfalms of thanks devife. 
 
 3 Great is our Lord, his Glory's great, 
 
 No Bounds his Greatnefs knows. 
 
 4 And Race to Race, his ARs repeat, 
 
 ilis Wondrous Works diicloie. 
 
 5 Fll all my ferious Thrught- addrefs, 
 
 To iearch thy wondrous ways. 
 
 6 The World thy Terrors ihall cc'nfefs, 
 
 While I thy Greatnefs prai/e. 
 
 7 Thy Righteous- Truth the World adores,' 
 
 To mind thy Gcvdneis brings 
 
pes tsal. cm. 
 
 And all thy Loves unfailing Stores, 
 In grateful Anthems Sings. 
 
 2 Our Lord's Companionate and kind, • 
 
 To vengeance only flow, 
 9 His Goodnefs al) his Creatures find,-' 
 
 O' re all his Mercies flow ; 
 ip Thee all thy Works, 6 God, mall Praife 
 And celebrate thy Name ^ 
 Thy Saints as gladly all their Days, 
 Thy glorious Might proclaim;. 
 
 Fart z. 
 
 1 1 Thy Might, thy Kingdom's glorious State, 
 
 Thy Servants Talk mail mow, 
 
 12 Till all thy valiant Afts relate, 
 
 Thy awful Glories know, 
 
 13 Beyond Times bounds, thy Kingdom ftands, 
 
 Thy Government endures ; , 
 
 14 Thy Help fupports the weak ; thy Hand 
 
 Their timely Eafe procures. 
 
 15 To Thee all raife their longing Eyes, 
 
 From Thee they beg their Food, 
 
 16 Thy Bounteous Hand, their Wants fupplies ; 
 
 And fati^fies with Good. 
 J 7 How Juft,. blefr God, how gentle all 
 
 Thy Ways and Works appear ! 
 11 Kind to thofe Souls which on Thee call, 
 
 To thofe who feek Thee near! 
 
 iQ Thou grantfr the pious Suppliants Prayers, 
 
 Thou feefl: thy Servants Tears. 
 
 Thy Hand relieves their Various Care?, 
 
 And Ends their-Doubts and Fears. 
 
 ao But all the wicked World fhall find, 
 
 Thy Judgments dreadful weigh*? 
 
 To 
 
VSAL. cxlvj; 397 
 
 To thy revenging Wrath refign'd,- 
 And unrelenting Hate. 
 
 2 1« Thy Nam* bleft God, my Songs fhajl raife 
 Above the lofty Skyes; 
 And all to Thee fhall pay their Praife, 
 Till Times lail Moment dyes. 
 
 P SAL. cxlvj. 
 
 i . "DRaife ye the Lord ! with praife my Soul, 
 JL Th-y Maker's Glories raife ! 
 
 2 While Breath and Life are in me whole, 
 
 I'll fing thy lofty Praife. 
 
 3 On Kings, on Men of mortal Birth, 
 
 For fafety ne'r rely, 
 
 4 Whole Breath goes out, who turn to Earthy 
 
 And all whofe Counfels dy. 
 
 5 But nappy's He whofe Hopes, whofe Aid, 
 
 On Gc*d his Lord depends ; 
 
 6 Who Seas, Earth, Heaven, and all things made, . 
 
 Whofe Promife never ends. 
 
 7 He for the Poor his Judgment (hows, 
 
 When prefr by Violence. 
 Does Pri loners fret, and Food- to thofe 
 Of Hungry Souls difpence. 
 
 8. God to the Blind gives Senfe and. .Eyes., 
 And with his healing Art 
 Sets up the finking Soul; fuppljes 
 Wirh Love the faithful Heart. 
 9 The Widows, Orphans, Stranger's caufe^, 
 1 he Lord hr;>fdf maintains, 
 But oVe.the Stubborn Sinner dray, s, 
 Dcflruaioas fatal Chains. 
 
 3 Thy 
 
 
io Thy King, "thy Lor-' 
 
 His Anions all- record, 
 His Throne from Age ro Age reman,'. 
 Prajfe ye, 6 Praife the Lord ! 
 
 VSAU cxlvij. 
 
 J "O^aife ye the Lord : its good to Sing 
 JL Our Mighcy Maker's pVaife, 
 
 Its pJeaianr, and a comely thing, 
 His Glorious Afts to blaze. 
 
 2 The Lord poor IfyTekfs Walls repairs, 
 
 Pier wretched Du!"r removes, 
 And home her wandring Our calls bears 
 Fenced with his tender eiV Loves, : 
 
 3 The lord finds out with pittying Art, 
 
 What Man from Alan conceals. 
 And gently binds the bleeding Heart ■ 
 Its wounds as gent'y Heals. 
 
 4 He names the Scars which fill the Skies, 
 
 And all their Number Counts, 
 
 5 But his great Might and /C&ioih wife- 
 
 All numbring Art furmounts. 
 
 6 The Lord exalts the lowly Heart, 
 
 But calls the Sinner down, 
 
 7 Then Sing to God a grateful part. 
 
 Your Harps with Praifes Crown ! 
 
 8 With Clouds He covers all the Skie?, 
 
 Which Rains as dueiy bring, 
 And makes the buried Plants to rife. 
 The Sun burnt Hills to Spring. 
 
 9 He feeds the Beafrs, and at their Cries 
 
 For Birds of Prey provides. 
 io But ftrength of Horfe, and brawny t8i 
 Of mighty Men derides. • I ' 
 ' , n 
 
P S A L. cxhiij. 509 
 
 1 1 But T oves the Men who fear his Name, 
 
 And for his - Mercies wait 
 i: O ^ Q proclaim, 
 
 Thy God's MajefticSute' 
 
 Part 2. 
 
 13 He ftrengrhens all thy Gates and Bjts, 
 
 And bleiles all thy Seeds, 
 
 14 Thro' Him thy Borders, f eed from Wars, 
 
 On Wheats pure fatnefs feed. 
 1 5 He fends his Word, his Word on Earth, 
 
 With wondrous fwi-frneis flies, 
 16 And gives the Snow its FJaiy Birth, 
 
 Which all in lleeces lies. 
 
 His heavy Prods, like Afhes you 
 Spread oVe the Fields behold, 
 1 7 His Ice like Morfels lies, and who 
 
 Can fraud his. pierceing Cold? 
 18 He fends Jus Word again, and frreight 
 His Ice, his FroUs and Snow 1 
 Before his Warmer gufls abate, 
 And aJ] in Waters flow. 
 
 39 The lord to 3/co^s chofen Race 
 
 Ffis Sacred Writings. gave ; •/ 
 
 His Laws, ivis Judgments, by his Grace, 
 
 His ifrnel only have. 
 no So well no other Nationfar'd, 
 
 Nor of his facred Word, 
 Nor of his Righteous Judgments heard, 
 
 Praife ye r 6 praife the Lord! 
 
 PS AL. Cxlviij. 
 
 1 T>Raifcyc tire Lordl 6 Praife the Lord f 
 XT On HjgK his Clones wife ! 
 
 2 Ye 
 
$vo VSAL. cbcviij. 
 
 2 Ye Angel Armys all record, 
 
 His Name with Joyful Praife! 
 
 3 Sun, Moon, and Jig rrrfome Stars conferit, 
 
 To praife his glorious Name; 
 
 4 And Heavens high Throne, the Firmament, 
 
 Of Waters praife the fame ! 
 
 5 Let thefe advance his Name, which He 
 
 Made by his great Command, 
 
 6 And-ftVd 'urn by a fure Decree, 
 
 UnmovM, unchang'd to frand. 
 
 7 Him all ye Earth born Dragons praife, 
 
 And each'unfa-thom'd Deep. 
 
 8 Fire, Hail, Snow, Winds, which Tempefls raife, 
 
 Yet ft ill his Orders keep ! 
 
 9 Vaft ; Hills, fmall Hillocks, 'Cedars high 
 
 And every FruirfulTree ! 
 io Wild Beads and Tame, and Birds which fly, 
 
 And Infefe each Degree. 
 ii Kings, Princes, Nations, Judges; 'thofe 
 
 Who rule the World below, 
 
 12 Youths, Virgins, fuch as ftrength difclofe, 
 
 And Heads adorrf d with Snow. 
 
 13 Let all advance their Maker's Name, 
 
 Whofe Name excells alone, 
 Whofe'Name is o're the Worlds vaft frame, 
 On Winds of Glory blown, 
 
 14 He only makes his People great; 
 
 His Saints his Praife record) 
 His lfrasl, his near Friends repeat, 
 Praife ye, 6 praife the Lord ! 
 
 p 
 
 Another Metre. , Trofer Turn. 
 
 Raife ye the Lord I Above . 
 The Ski.es hispraifes frngV 
 
 Let 
 
TSAL. cxlviij. .311 
 
 "Let Heaven the Seat of Love, 
 With Heavenly Praifes ring 
 Of his great Name, 
 Ye Angel" Hoft 
 With Reverence boa ft.-; 
 His Praife proclaim; 
 
 Bright Sun, whofe Golden Rays, 
 Pill all the World with Light; 
 Pale Moon, bright Stars which blaze, 
 Thro' the dark Fields of Night, 
 Heavens ourmoft Frame ; 
 Vaft Deeps which iie 
 Above the Sky, 
 
 His Praife proclaim! 
 
 Let thefe their Maker Praife, 
 
 By whofe Command Divine, 
 The Sky its Wealth difplays, 
 And all thofe Beautys mine, 
 Fix'd by his Will, 
 They all ftand feft, 
 And Orders pad, 
 With Joy fuliil. 
 
 Ye Dragons Earth-born Race, 
 And all ye Deeps profound. 
 With every Natural Grace, 
 Your Matters Praifes found. 
 In Praife agree, 
 Fire, Clouds, Flail, Snow, 
 And Storms which blow, 
 At His Decree. 
 
 Lee Soaring Mountains now, 
 
 And fmaller Hills defcend, 
 Fruit Trees before Him bow, 
 
 And ftately Cedars bend. 
 
 10 Beafts 
 
3ii V SAL. cxlix. 
 
 io Beafl-s VVi'd and Tame, 
 
 Bird's airy wings, 
 And creeping Things, 
 His Praife proclaim ! 
 
 1 1 His Praife all Kings on Earth, 
 
 And Subject Nations (how. 
 Great Men of Princely Birth, 
 And fuch as Judgment know, 
 i x Each Youthful Tribe, 
 
 Each Virgin Throng, 
 With Old and Young, 
 His Praife defcribe ! 
 
 3 3 Let them wirhone confent, 
 Exalt their Maker's Name, 
 And various Ways invent, 
 To fpread his glorious Fame. 
 His Name fhall rife, 
 With Reams divine. 
 Thro Earth to Shine, 
 And reach the Sieves, 
 
 14 He makes hfis Ifrasl great, 
 
 And Praife is comely, where 
 Before his Mercy Seat, 
 His grateful Tribes appear 
 O all accord, 
 Who Worfhip near, 
 His Prefence there, 
 To praife the Lord J 
 
 P S A L. cxlix. 
 
 1 TJRaife ye the Lprd ! with Anthems re w, 
 The great -Jehcvinh praife ! 
 His Praife in his Aflemblys ftew, 
 On all his Holy Day rf 
 
 2 Wi 
 
VSAL. cl. 3'? 
 
 , With Joy let ffracPs Faithful Race, 
 Their Maker's Power adore, 
 And Sinfs Heirs with humble Grace, 
 Their Monarchs Smiles implore' 
 
 3 Where Harpand Timbrel tund invite*, 
 
 Let all his Praifes ling! 
 Toth' Meek, in whom the Lord Delights, 
 Beauty and Safety fpring. 
 
 4 Let then each Pious Soul rejoice, 
 
 With lightfom Glories bleft ; 
 And Praife their God, whofe happy choice 
 Secur'd their Downy Reft 
 
 5 To them let God's high Praifes yield, 
 
 A Ground for all their Joys ; 
 Then They a two edg'd Sword mail wield, 
 Whofe very weight deftfoys : 
 
 6 A Sword whofe Point juft Vengeance bears, 
 
 To all the Nations sound, 
 Whofe glittering brandiiVd Edge, with Fears 
 Will all their Hearts confound. 
 
 7 Till They their daunted Kings mail bind, 
 
 With Eafe in Slavifh Chains! 
 And till their Nobleft Youth connVd, 
 
 Strong Fetters weight reftrains. 
 8 To execute that Ancient Doom, 
 
 Which Holy Book^ record, 
 Such Honour all his Saints afTume, 
 
 Praile yc ; 6 pjaife the Lord ! 
 
 VSAL. cl. 
 
 O Praife the mighty Lord ! 
 His Holynefs proda ; m! 
 His w r ondrous Afts record. 
 And praife his awful N \ 
 
 P His 
 
i 4 TSAL. d! 
 
 His dreadful might, 
 O celebrate ! 
 His Power and State, 
 
 In Songs recite \ 
 
 3 Praife Htm with Trumpets found, 
 
 With fweet Tufild Harp and Lute ; * 
 Sing all the Chorus round, 
 To cheerful Pipe and Flute! 
 
 4 Your Voices raife! 
 The King of Kings 
 With founding Strings, 
 
 And Organs praife ! 
 
 5 Wind up the Cymbals high, 
 
 Till with a Shriller found, 
 Wide as the vaulted Sky, 
 
 Your r ' cerful Notes rebound* 
 
 6 With Spritely Flame 
 Eaeh ii^ing thing, 
 
 M& Glories fing, 
 
 And : . paife his Name? 
 
 Another ffletr\ 
 
 e. 
 
 
 i "pRaife ye rhe Lord! 6 praife he Lord! 
 X I : : rigth, his H< h >:fs adore, 
 
 2 His Name, his Might, Witt? ' rtaijfe record, 
 
 fly with praif in:; Iote ! 
 
 3 Praiie him with Trumpet, " T irtial found, 
 
 With! id Harp h Ls r aife advance ! 
 
 4 WV. £ , . id with- Timbrels round, 
 
 A:id Viols, and a cheerful Dance! 
 
 $ With high tuifd Cymbals praife his Name, 
 His Name to loudeft Cymbals Sing. 
 
 6 And 
 
PSAL. cl. 315 
 
 And all whom Vital Spirits enflame, 
 O praiie the World's Eternal King! 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghofi and Sov y 
 
 Om blefi, one glwious Trhiity y 
 /is /% §s >w $g Tim* biifPf 
 
 Sc cofUlJ} praifi; mi Glory be! 
 
 The End (f the PSALMS, 
 
 Bz DOXO- 
 
3^ 
 
 iff 
 
 'DOXOLOGIES, 
 
 1 
 
 3 
 
 Iw r£e ij?. ikfefr*? <?//£<? */£ P/^/ ? e^r, 
 
 O Father, Son and .Holy Ghofr , 
 Inimenfe, Eternal, Three in One, 
 Bv"U<-, and all the Heavenly Hoft, 
 Ee Glory pay'd, and Homage done ! 
 
 T 
 
 For the id. Metre, and all of 8 and 6 Sy1!al> 
 
 To Father, Spirit, Son, Bled Three, 
 
 In vvho'-rvvemove and Live, - - 
 
 One itndivided Trinity, 
 
 Unceafmg Glories give I 
 
 Fvr the id. Metre, cf the 8 th. Ffal. aih 
 Ten Syllables. 
 
 To God the Father, and to God the Son, 
 And God the Holy Ghofr, blefi Trinity, . 
 
 As is, as was, before the Wor Id begun, . 
 Eternal piaiie^ Ecernal Glory be! 
 
 For the id. Metre cf the i ith. Vfalm, 
 
 To Father Hc ? y G hod' and Son,' 
 One God, as was e're Tiir.e be^un, 
 
 4 ' As now We. fee, 
 
 So ever be ?. j &* ' 
 
 Ali-Humbkff- ifcmagt 4on<H • 
 
 . - \ 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 317L 
 
 For the id. Metre of the 1 $tk ffi to. 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghoft and Sen, 
 
 ' JJlefl: Three in pnei 
 Eternal Praife and uSbry piy ; 
 
 His Word ob^y, ' 
 As was.of Old ; as ftill we fe£, 
 And fhall ? whenTimes exfinguifliM, be. 
 
 For the 1 jtkYfal, and all Iwa Sixes, atri Ejjrhf 
 and Six. 
 To' Father, SpirU, Son ; 
 One God in Pef fons three, 
 Be Glory paid and Homage done ; 
 THro' all Eternity 
 
 For the zoth. and 1 nd. Pfalm, ifi, M#H.*r>& 
 -proper Tune. 
 
 To that great Lord above, 
 , The God of Peace and Love, 
 Xri Effence One, in Perfons Three, 
 
 To Father, Spirit, Son, 
 
 Each God immenfe alone, 
 One Undivided Trinity. 
 
 To htm your Anthems ra,ife, 
 
 And Holy Songs of Praife, 
 Arid Glories pay, and Reverence lhetv ; 
 
 So God of old was blefs'd • 
 
 Ofthefehe's ftill pofleft, 
 And thefe wiil when Time's dpne be. due. 
 
 For the lid. and^itfh.Tfxl zd Metre, 
 
 To God the Father, and ro Gcd the S9& • 
 
 And God the Holy Ghoft,' Almighty Tfcree ; 
 Oae only God, one Glorious Trinity, , 
 
 ?2 i As- 
 
jil DC^QLOGIES. 5 
 
 As'fhall be, is, and was eVe Time begun, 
 3e lafting Glories paid and-Homage done. 
 
 For the z$d. P/*/#/j id^Metn^ 
 
 ! 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghoft, and -So'h, 
 Eternal glorious Three arid One, 
 Be Glory paid. 
 His Word obey'd. '> - 
 As was before Times Birth begun ? 
 As is, and ftill^hall be, 
 Thro' all Eternity. 
 
 For the i&th. 7 Calm. \d.Meif> 
 ■ 
 T° one great God, one mighty Lord, 
 
 One Eternal Trinity," 
 The Father, the Eternal Word, 
 And t/ie-SpiritsMa-jefty,- 
 Wee'l gladly raife, 
 Unceafmg praife, 
 An£l*his «endle(i Glories found. 
 So Saints o?old, 
 His Name eVtold; f 
 So we'll keep th' E^oxnal round, 1 J 
 
 ,■ ' V r . < 
 
 i'or the iptb. ?faltt } ifiijtk id. Meife> -tr . 
 f $t%tM': i MtriL 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghaft, and Son, , 
 One -Weft, one f*lorit>us Trinity*": 
 Who fram'd thio : Uaiverfe alone,. .• 
 
 AH Honour, Pra'ife; and Glories be, 
 So 't*ra$ If Old, ur Piefent toe r . 
 And ftiAll when Time's run out be due" 
 • 
 
 ft* 
 
LitrXGLOGIES. 3t$, 
 
 For the nd.VfaL 2 Mttre* 
 
 To Father, Son*. and. Holy GhofT, 
 By us, and all the Heavenly Hoft, 
 
 & equal Glories paid ! 
 Great Three in One ! thus Weft cf old, 
 They frill their ancient Honours hola, 
 
 And muft be frill obey'd. 
 
 For the ^id.T'faL: id, Metr^e, \ 
 
 To the Father, Spirit, Son> 
 
 One glorious Trinity, 
 Perfons Three, in Effence' One, 
 
 Et^erna] Glory be! • . 
 
 Thus eVc Tirne begun its race, 
 
 ^ L . Th r?°4 headw r aspbey,d r - • 
 
 Thrs when Time refigns.its place, ... 
 Muft to our Lord v be .paid, , 
 
 Fcr the T,d. Metre- of the fame Pfalm* 
 
 > 
 To Father, Son, ana 1 Hojy <jJho# ; 
 
 One ^fb Eternal, Trinity, 
 By us and all the Heavenly Holt, 
 ' Be 'Pfcufe ajcrib'4 and Majefty, . 
 So'rwasatflrft, and frill fliall be, 
 When Time expires, and Nature Vioff.* 
 
 For ?JaL 4>r.6, • Metre yl &t\ . 
 
 To that great Lord \v Voiles abore, ; 
 Tftc God of Might, of Peace,, and j^jrij 
 
 In Eflfoiqe, One, in Perfons Three., 
 To Father, Holy Ghoft and Son, 
 Each God Himfelf, immenfe alone ; 
 
 On,e undivided. Trinity. . 
 
 2fe 
 
jio DOXOLQ'GIESi 
 
 To Him with Hearts exalted raife, 
 Your Holy Hyms and Songs of ftraife, 
 
 And Glories pay, and Reverence fhew. 
 So He before Time's Birth was blefs'd, 
 Of thefe He's now by Right p6fTeft, . 
 
 And they'J, when Time's no more, be d 
 
 Forth $cthr?faL zl Mftre. 
 
 D|y Perfons, but adortd in One! 
 AH equal Honours, equal Glories be, 
 
 His* Glory fhone eVe Time's firft Springs could I 
 
 move it, 
 And vail -Eternity ihaU more improve it. 
 
 For the $ itf. TfaLifnd itfth. Tfal i4* Metrt* 
 
 All Glory to that Mighty Lord, 
 
 Who made the World, and all its Hofr! 
 The Father, tho Begotten Word, 
 
 And the proceeding jrfoly Ghoft. 
 As was e*re Time's firftRace begun, 
 
 As was when Time com men c'd his Score, 
 As is, and ever fhall be done, 
 
 When Nature finks, and Time's no more - 
 
 For the $3 J. Rfiil id Mctrt. 
 
 To one A^ighty Lord, ' i 
 
 One glorious Trinity, 
 The Father, Spirit Word, 
 
 Eternal Glories be, 
 So happy .AngSfcStfng," • 
 
 Before the World begun,- 
 Soever Lord among, 
 
 Thy Servants fhall be doae. 
 
DOXOLOGIES. fifl 
 
 I 
 
 Forthe tfth.Tfal. $J. Mttrc. 
 
 To God alone , 
 The Mighty Father, Mfgjity Son, 
 
 And Holy Ghoft, 
 Blefi: Trinity, great, Three in One, 
 
 Be Homage done. 
 As was before the World begun, 
 When tW Angel Hoft ! . 
 O'reRebel Mates the Conqueft wonne, 
 
 So we at preient Sing his glorious Praife,. 
 So All fhall Sing when Time it felf decays. 
 
 For Tfalm 6o r aiul \ 1 1 ffl Mefre,. id. 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghoftaad Son, 
 One God , in Perform Three, 
 All Praife and Glory be ! 
 As was before Time's race begun ; 
 As is now, and ma'l be paid, 
 When fwift Time its felf is laid.' 
 
 Fir Vjal ££ id. Metre 
 
 To Father and Son, 
 
 ^ AndJJnreHoly GM, 
 One blelr Trinity, 
 
 All GJory be paid, 
 As eVeTrime begun, 
 
 Dy the Heavenly Heft,. 
 And by All rnu'r be, 
 
 When Time's morons are laid. 
 
3ii DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 ■ 
 
 For Vial 71, idi Metre. 
 
 V: 
 
 To Father, Holy Gho<r and Son, 
 Bled Trinity, Great Three in One, ■ 
 Be Glory paid and Homage done, 
 
 ■ 
 So 'twas before this A^ was made, 
 Nor fhall God's Honours ever fade, 
 But fhall when All's confum'd be paid;- 
 
 Fcr ?falwj6, cr 148^. Frcftr 7W - 
 
 ToFather^ Spirit, Son, 
 The glorious Trinity^ 
 In Sacred EiTence One ! 
 All Praife and Glory be,- 
 As now We fee, 
 As was Time pai\, 
 And fhail outlaft 
 Eternity, • 
 
 For Tfalm 85, id. Metre. Troper T«m 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghofty 
 
 One blefr one glorious Trinity, 
 SF jrom all the World's Created Hoft! 
 Eternal Praife and Glories be, 
 So 'twas e're Time begun, 
 And ever fhall be done. 
 
 ForFfalm 91, id. Mare, 
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 To Father, Spirit, Son, 
 Eternal Three in One! 
 
 All praife and Glory be, 
 As 'twas in Times of old, l0 lO Jj 
 
 And we fhall {till behold, . 
 And thro' Eternity. 
 
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 For the 95th. Vfal. id. Metre, 
 
 To the Father, Spirit, Son, 
 
 God Eternal Three in One, 
 
 Be all Praife and Glory paid, j 
 
 When the World in Dull is layU 
 
 For Vfal. 577. id. Metre. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three, 
 A glorious Trinity, 
 In Eternal Eilence One. 
 y all the bright Angelic Hoit above, 
 jy us the Sons of Grace, and Heirs of Love, 
 Be Praife and Glory paid, 
 As was in days of old, 
 As is where God's Command's obey'd, 
 And fhall as long as Nature Hold, [ cold 
 
 d when the World's confunv d and all its ruins 
 
 For the 98. id. Metre. 
 
 To Father, Spirit, Sort, 
 Erernal Three in One, 
 One glorious Trinity, 
 Unceafing Glory be, 
 As was e're time be^un, 
 And ever fhall be done. 
 
 For the 1 19th. TfaJ. Treper 2ur>€>. 
 
 God the Father, God the Son, 
 I And God the Holy Ghofr, , ' Z A 
 
 D lory paid, and Homage done, 
 By all the Heavenly "Hoft : 
 
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 By us, and all Mankind, as was,* 
 
 Before Time's Courfe begun, 
 As is,and uftdecay'd (hall pafs, 
 
 When Time's laft Moment's run. 
 
 For Ffal. 1 17, Metre id. 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghoft, and Son, 
 
 One glorious God, in perfons Three, 
 
 One Undivided Trinity, 
 Be glory paid, and Homage done, 
 
 'Twas fo e're Time's firft race begun, 
 
 And ihall be tvheh his laft is run. 
 
 Si male quidCecini mz Culpa redarguet fy[nm, 
 Si bene quid, redeat Gloria Sola Deo. 
 
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