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AS THE cxiith PSALM,
“ The man is blest that God, &c."
Oh ! let thy mercy me acquite.
My soule, while none shall it defend. 3 O Lord, if I this thing have wrought,
If in my hands be found such ill; 4 If I with mischiefe ever sought
To pay good turnes, or did not still
That thirsted for my overthrow; 5 Then, let my foe in eager chase,
O’ertake my soule, and proudly tread
In dust lay downe mine honour dead. 6 Rise up in rage, O Lord, eft soone
Advance thine arme against my fo’ne ;
And wake for me, till thou fulfill 7 My promis'd right: so shall glad throngs
Of people Pocke unto thy hill.
For their sakes then revenge my wrongs, 8 And rouse thyselfe. Thy judgements be
O'er all the world : Lord, judge thou me.
Thou find'st in me, Lord, judge thou me: 9 Settle the just with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see 10 Brought to an end. For thy just eye
Doth heart and inward reines descry: 11 My safety stands in God, who shields
The sound in heart: whose doome, each day, 12 To just men and contemners yeelds 13 Their due. Except he change his way,
His sword is whet, to blood intended.
His murdering bow is ready bended. 14 Weapons of death he hath addrest
And arrowes keene to pierce my foe, 15 Who late bred mischiefe in his breast;
But, when he doth on travell goe,
16 Brings forth a lye; deep pits doth delve,
And fall into his pits himselve. 17 Back to his owne head shall rebound
His plotted mischiefe ; and his wrongs
Jehovah's praise with thankfull songs,
AS THE cxilith PSALM,
“ Ye children which, &c.”
Above the rowling heavens' rack!
To still th' avenging enemy,
While they hang sucking on the brest ! 3 But, when I see the heavens bright,
The moone and glittering stars of night,
By thine almigbty hand addrest, 4 Oh! what is man, poore silly man,
That thou so mind'st him, and dost daine
To looke at his unworthy seed ! 5 Thou hast him set not much beneath
Thine angels bright; and, with a wr
Of glory, hast adorn'd his head. 6 Thou hast him made high soveraigne 7 Of all thy workes, and stretch'd his raigne
Unto the heards and beasts untame, 8 To fowles, and to the scaly traine,
, That glideth through the watry maine. 9 How noble each-where is thy Name.
TO THE TUNE OF THAT KNOWN SONG BEGINNING,
- Preserve us, Lord.” Thee, and thy wondrous deeds, () God, With all my soule I sound abroad :
2 My joy, my triumph is in thee.
of thy dread Name my song shall be, 3 () highest God : since put to flight,
And fal’ne and vanish't at thy sight 4 Are all my foes; for thou hast past
Just sentence on my cause at last ;
A rightful Judge thyselfe dost prove :
And made their name for ever void. 6 Where's now, my foes, your threat'ned wrack ?
So well you did our cities sack,
Their name shall dye as well as they ! 7 Loe, in the eternall state God sits,
And his high throne to justice fits : 8 Whose righteous hand the world shal weeld,
And to all folke just doome shall yeeld. 9 The poore from high find his releefe;
The poore in needfull times of griefe : 10 Who knows thee, Lord, to thee shall cleave,
That never dost thy clients leave. 11 Oh! sing the God that doth abide,
On Sion Mount; and blazon wide 12 His worthy deeds. For he pursues
The guiltlesse blood with vengeance due:
Sad clamours of the wronged poore.
My soule from gates of death and grave:
Oh! see the wrong my foes have done : 14 That I thy praise, to all that gone
Through daughter Sion's beauteous gate,
And may rejoyce in thy safe aid.
A deadly pit my soule to drowne,
Loe, their owne feet entangled be.
That th’ ill are punish't with their owne, 17 Downe shall the wicked backward fall
To deepest hell, and nations all 18 That God forget; nor shall the poore
Forgotten be for evermore.
The constant hope of soules opprest 19 Shall not aye dye. Rise from thy rest,
O Lord. Let not men base and rude
Prevaile: judge thou the multitude
Into those brests, that stubborne were:
AS THE LIST PSALM,
“0 God, consider."
hid'st thee in due times of need, 2 While lewd men proudly offer wrong
Unto the poore? In their owne deed
And their device, let them be caught. 3 For, loe, the wicked braves and boasts,
In his vile and outragious thought;
And blesseth him, that ravines most. À On God he dares insult : his pride
Scornes to enquire of powers above;
But his stout thoughts have still deni'd 5 There is a God. His wayes yet prove
Aye prosperous: thy judgements hye
Doe farre surmount his dimmer sight. 6 Therefore doth he all foes defie:
His heart saith, I shall stand in spicht,
Nor ever move; nor danger 'bide. 7 His mouth is fill'd with curses foule,
And with close fraud: his tongue doth hide 8 Mischiefe and ill : he seekes the soule
Of harmelesse men, in secret wait;
poore are set. 9 As some fell lion in his den,
He closely lurks, the poore to spoyle :
When once he snares them in his toyle. 10 He crowcheth low in cunning wile,
And bowes his brest; whereon whole throngs
11 God hath forgot, in soule he sayes:
He hides his face to never see. 12 Lord God, arise, thy hand up-raise :
Let not thy poore forgotten be. 13 Shall these insulting wretches scorne
Their God; and say, thou wilt not care? 14 Thou see'st (for all thou hast forborne)
Thou see'st what all their mischiefes are;
The helpe of orphans and oppressed.
And search out all their cursed traines,
And let them vanish out of sight. 16 The Lord, as King, for ever reignes.
From forth his coasts, the heathen sect 17 Are rooted quite: thou, Lord, attend'st
To poore men's suits; thou do'st direct
Their hearts: to them thine eare thou bend'st; 18 That thou mayst rescue from despight,
The wofull fatherlesse and poore :