THE MINDS Melody.  
CONTAINING CERTAIN Psalms of the Kingly Prophet David, applied to a new pleasant tune, very comfortable to every one that is rightly acquainted therewith.  
EDINBURGH PRINTED BE ROBERT CHARTERIS, Printer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty. 1605.  
Cum Privilegio Regali.   

  

An Observation.  
The division of the verses is known by this mark ¶   

THE MINDS Melody.  

PSAL. I.  
BLESSED is the man,  
Yea happy than,  
By grace that can  
Eschew ill counsel and the godless gates:  
And walks not in  
The way of sin,  
Nor doth begin  
To sit with mockers in the scornful sates.  
But in JEHO VAES' law  
Delights aright,  
And studies it to know  
Both day and night:  
That man shall be  
Like to the tree  
Fast planted by the running river grows:  
That fruit doth bear  
In time of year,  
Whose leaf shall never fade, nor rute unlouse.  
¶ His actions all,  
Ay prosper shall,  
Which shall not fall;  
The godless men but as the calf or sand:  
That day by day,  
Wind driveth away,  
Therefore, I say,  
The wicked in the judgement shall not stand:  
Nor sinners rise no more  
Whom God disdains,  
In the assembly where  
The just remains:  
For why? the Lord,  
Who bear'th record,  
Doth know the righteous conversations ay;  
And godless gates,  
Which he so hates,  
Shall quite die, perish & doubtless decay.   

PSALM FOUR  
TO thee I call,  
In my great thrall,  
And troubles all:  
Hear me, o Lord my God of righteousness,  
Of mercy free,  
Thou hast set me  
At liberty,  
Have mercy Lord, and rid me from distress.  
O men of mortal name,  
How long will ye  
My glory turn to shame,  
With vanity?  
O Sons of men,  
Why do ye then  
Seek after lies with the ungodly guest:  
The Lord above,  
Doth surely love  
The godly man, and heareth my request.  
¶ In awe therefore,  
Give God the glore;  
And sin no more:  
With quiet mind examine well your heart.  
Your sweet incense  
Of innocence  
With confidence  
Bring to the Lord, yourselves to him convert.  
The worldly wretch all day  
Doth never cease,  
For well and wealth to pray,  
This life to ease:  
But thou thy grace,  
And loving face  
With brightful beams make on us Lord to shine  
Grant us thy light  
And favour bright,  
We pray the Lord thine ear to us incline.  
¶ With heart and voice,  
I will rejoice,  
And make my choice  
Of this thy grace, before all worldly care:  
This treasure great  
Doth me delight,  
With joy perfit,  
More than the wretch, for all his goods & geas  
As grains and grapes so gay  
In time of year,  
That fills his heart, I say,  
With joyful cheer.  
In rest and peace,  
I find release,  
And willy down, & sleep with sound repose;  
For thou my guard,  
And sure reward,  
My help, my hope, dost keep me from my foes.   

PSALM VI.  
LORD Irequyre,  
That in thme ire  
Fuming as fire,  
Thou me no ways rebuke nor yet reject:  
Though I do swerver,  
And so deserve,  
That I should starve,  
In mercy Lord, I pray thee yet correct:  
For grief and anguish he:  
Me so oppressed,  
That in my weary bones  
I find no rest:  
My soul and mind,  
Are so sore pinned,  
That it I can express in no degree:  
O Lord I say,  
How long delay,  
Wilt thou to cure my woe and misery?  
¶ Let thy sweet face,  
And wont grace  
In time and space  
Return to free my soul from all her pain:  
Not for no thing  
That she can bring;  
That is condign,  
But for thy mercy freely made her gain.  
For why? amongst the dead  
Who shall thee praise?  
Shall dust and ass in earth  
Thy glory blaise?  
My plaints truly,  
So grievous be,  
That I am like to swerver I am so faint,  
All night I greet,  
My couch I weet  
With trickling tears gushed out with my complaint.  
¶ Mine eyes dim be,  
And will not see  
My sin truly,  
And grief hes so possessed my heavy heart;  
For fear of those,  
That bomy foes,  
And would rejoise  
To see my wreak & would my soul subvert.  
But now away all ye  
That wicked be:  
For the Lord he hath heard  
My plaint and cry:  
And not only,  
He hath heard me,  
But granted my request and whole desire:  
And shall my foes,  
In time disclose,  
And then confound with shame in his hot ire   

PSALM VIII.  
jehovah, Lord  
Who can record  
In writ or word  
Thy name so great on earth & every where?  
Which thou hast placed,  
As pleased thee best,  
And worthiest  
Above the heavens and crystal cleared air.  
Thou makes thy laud and praise  
Thy strength and might  
From breath of babes to rise,  
Both day and nigh:  
In suckling ones,  
Thy graces remains  
For to be seen, and beauty excellent:  
The mouth to close  
Of godless foes.  
That ready are to slay the innocent.  
¶ When I behold  
The high heavens mould,  
That doth unfold  
Thy wondrous works by thy own fingers wrought  
The Moon so bright,  
And starry light,  
That shines by night:  
With gleaming fires, all form out of nought:  
What thing is mortal wight,  
Then do, I say,  
Of whom thou Lord of might,  
Art mindful ay?  
The Son of man,  
What is he than,  
Whom thou by grace dost choose & beautify  
Yet little less,  
I must confess,  
Thou hast him made then Angels in degree.  
¶ And thou his name,  
And glorious frame,  
Exalts with same,  
And crowns his head with royal Majesty:  
And as a King,  
Him sets to reign,  
O'er every thing,  
That life, breath, form & shape hath ta'en of thee  
As sheep, Ox, horse, and beast  
That feeds on land:  
Yea all such things are priest  
At his command:  
The fish that swim,  
With out-spred fin,  
And fowls eachone that haunt into the Air:  
jehovah Lord,  
Who can record  
Thy Name so great on earth and every where?   

PSALM XV.  
OLORD who shall  
Thy tent indwell,  
Celestial,  
Who shall abide within thine holy hill?  
That walks in light,  
And doth that s right  
With all his might.  
His brother's name doth not reproach & spill:  
Nor yet can hear his fame  
In any sort  
To be imparde with blame,  
Or false report:  
That doth abstain  
From every mean  
And wrongful way to work his neighbour woe  
And in whose sight  
The wicked wight  
That God despytes, despyted is also.  
¶ But such as love  
The Lord above,  
He doth approve  
And honours them with love and reverence:  
That band doth make,  
And will not break,  
For loss nor lack  
That may ensue, nor any such pretence.  
Nor yet doth put his coin  
To usury:  
Nor the just cause purloin  
Through bribery,  
Who means right so,  
These things to do,  
And steadfastly doth keep the perfect way,  
As Zion Hill  
He shall stand still.  
And never move, nor perithe or decay.   

PSALM XIX.  
THE firmament,  
And heavens out-stent,  
So excellent  
Thy handiwork & glorious praise proclaim  
Each day to day,  
Succeeding ay  
In their array,  
And night to night by course do preach the same:  
No sound of breath nor speech  
Of men have they,  
Yet everywhere they preach  
Thy praise, I say:  
Their line goeth out,  
The earth about,  
Their voice is heard throughout the world so wide:  
There he a throne,  
Set for the Sun  
And Paylion plight, his mansion to abide.  
¶ Who like a groom  
Of great renown  
Right brave doth come  
Fron chamber strait with comely countenances  
Or like a knight  
In pleasant plight,  
Doth haste with might  
To run the race, his honour to advances  
His rising and his race  
It doth appear  
Even from the out-most space  
Of heavens Sphere,  
Then hes he ta'en,  
His course again  
Through azured sky by revolution right:  
Nothing can be  
Hid from the eye  
And burning beams of that great lamp of light  
¶ God's word is clear  
His law sincere,  
And most enteere  
The sinful soul to him for to convert:  
His precepts pure,  
Both firm and sure,  
And can allure,  
And make right wise the sober simple heart.  
Thy ways and statutes all  
Are righteousness,  
Which glad the souls in thrall,  
With joyfulness,  
They give clear light,  
To our blind sight,  
Thy fear is pure and ever permanent:  
Thou cannot rue;  
Thy judgements true,  
And righteous are, o Lord Omnipotent.  
¶ Much gold of price,  
Refined twice,  
Yea, more than thrice  
Is not in worth with them for to be valu'de:  
The honey white,  
Pure and perfit,  
Moving delight  
Is not so sweet, nor so much to be craved.  
They make thy servants wile  
And circumspect,  
And what to enterprise,  
They him direct  
In keeping them  
Great is the gain  
And rich reward for such lad up for ever:  
But who can count  
Sins that surmount  
From secret sins, good Lord my soul deliver.  
¶ O Lord vouchsafe,  
I humbly crave  
Me for to save,  
And cleanse my heart from proud presumptuous sin:  
Then shall I be.  
From sins set free  
That troubles me,  
Preserve me Lord that I walk not therein:  
And let them not prevail  
Me to possess:  
Then I will without fail  
Love righteousness:  
Accept my plaint,  
Which I present  
Before thy sight with humble heart and voice:  
My strength and stay,  
Thou art for ay,  
And Saviour sweet in whom I do rejoice.   

PSALM XXIII.  
THE Lord most high,  
I know will be,  
An heyrde to me,  
I can not long have stress nor stand in need:  
He makes my lere,  
In fields so fare,  
That without care  
I do repose, and at my pleasure feed.  
He sweetly me convoys  
To pleasant springs,  
Where nothing me annoys,  
But pleasure brings:  
He gives my mind  
Peace in such kind,  
That fear of foes nor force can not me reave:  
By him I am lead  
In perfit tread,  
And for his Name he will me never leave.  
¶ Though I should stay  
Even day by day,  
In deadly way,  
Yet would I be assured, and fear no ill:  
For why? thy grace  
In every place  
Doth me embrace,  
Thy rod & shiphirds-crook comforts me still  
In despite of my foe,  
My table grows:  
Thou balms my head with joy,  
My cup overflows,  
Kindness and grace,  
Mercy and peace,  
Shall follow me for all my wretched days:  
Then endless joy,  
Shall me convoy  
To heaven where I with thee shall be always.   

PSALM XLIII.  
O LORD of grace,  
judge thou my case  
From thy high place  
My cause revenge against my deadly foes:  
From wicked train,  
Of fraudful men,  
That thee misken.  
Save me, o Lord, for I in thee rejoise:  
Thou art my God and aid,  
My strength and stay:  
Why go I then dismayed,  
In this array?  
Why shouldst thou me  
Reject from thee,  
As pray to those that seek my soul to spill?  
Send out thy light,  
Thy truth and right  
And guide my ways unto thy holy hill.  
¶ Then will I to,  
Thine Altar go,  
Not fearing foe:  
With Harp in hand to sing thy praise for ever:  
My God so dear,  
My joy and cheer,  
Who dost me hear,  
With ready help do now my soul deliver:  
My soul, why dost thou fret  
Thus in my breast,  
With grudging grief over-set,  
Not taking rest?  
In God most just,  
Set all thy trust,  
And call on him in all thy stress and grief:  
I will always,  
Him laud and praise,  
He is my God, my help, my whole relief.   

PSALM LVII.  
HAVE ruth on me,  
Have ruth on me,  
O Lord from high,  
Have mercy Lord, in thee my soul doth trust:  
Until at last,  
This stormy blast  
Be overpast,  
In shadow of thy wings my hope shall rest:  
On God most high I call  
My heart's delight;  
Who will his promise all  
To me perfit:  
From heavens Throne  
He will send down  
And save me from the sharp rebuke & shame  
Of cruel foes,  
That me enclose:  
His mercy sure shall keep me from all blame.  
¶ I lie beset  
With lions net,  
And men are met  
In syrie rage my seclie soul to catch:  
Whole teeth I ween,  
Like arrows keen  
Are to be seen,  
Their tongues like sword some mischief for to hatch.  
Exalt thyself therefore  
The heavens above:  
On earth show forth thy glore,  
And power prove:  
A snare is made.  
And grins are laid  
My steps to trap, my feet to fold withal:  
I am opptest.  
A ditch is dressed  
For me but lo my foes therein do fall.  
¶ My heart is bend  
And permanent  
With full intent  
To praise the Lord and to extol his name:  
My tongue alway,  
Awake I say,  
By break of day:  
My Harp in haste and Viol do the same.  
I will thee praise among  
The people all:  
As God and Lord most strong  
Thee praise I shall:  
Thy mercies great,  
And truth perfit  
Do reach unto the heavens & cloudy sky;  
Exalt therefore  
Thy Name and glore  
Above the clouds and limits of the day.   

PSALM XCI.  
WHO doth confided,  
And so abide,  
All time and tide  
In secret and in shade of the most High:  
He may well say,  
God is my stay,  
And strength alway,  
My forth, my hope, in whom my trust doth lie  
He shall thee keep and sense  
From hunter's snare:  
From cruel Pestilence  
And all such feat:  
And shall the hide  
On every side,  
In shadow safe and covert of his wings:  
His truethmost sure,  
Ay to endure  
Thy shield shallbe against all noisome things.  
¶ Thou shalt not care,  
For any fear,  
By night or ear.  
Or noonday bright for the swift fleeing dart:  
No fearful Pest,  
That may molest,  
By night shall rest  
On thee, nor plague by day that falls athwart.  
Although a thousand men  
Before thine eye,  
Yea more than thousands ten,  
Should fall hard by:  
None ill at all,  
Shall thee be fall,  
No dangerous death nor dread shall come thee near  
But wicked anes,  
That God disdains  
He will reward as thou shalt see most clear.  
¶ Be not afraid,  
Sense thou hast said,  
God is mine aid,  
And the most high hast set for thy refuge:  
No harm nor hurt,  
Within thy court  
Shall do thee sturt,  
No scathe shall come within thy tent to ludge:  
For he his Angels bright  
Hath given command  
To keep thee day & night  
On every hand;  
And by their arm,  
To save from harm,  
And stay thy steps from stumbling at a stone:  
Thou shalt down-tread one.  
The dragon's head,  
The Lion, fierce, the Asps, their young each-  
¶ Because the Lord,  
Of his accord,  
Hath said the word  
I will him save and send deliverance:  
He doth adore,  
And love my glore:  
I will therefore  
Him (saith the Lord) to honour high advance.  
When he shall on me call  
In time of need;  
I will from dangers all  
Rid him with speed:  
And him defend,  
And succour send  
In troubles all, and then him glorify:  
I will always,  
Prolong his days,  
And he doubtless my saving health shall see.   

PSALM CI.  
NOW will I sing,  
To thee, o King,  
Above all thing,  
Of mercy mixed with judgement righteous:  
In perfit way,  
I will me stay,  
Awaiting ay  
Until thou come, my God most gracious:  
In mind and heart upright  
I will begin  
To walk before thy sight  
My house within:  
No wickedness  
Shalt me possess,  
The sinner's work I hate with all disdain:  
None ill at all,  
Shall with me dwell,  
Mine heart, mine hand, from such I will refrain.  
¶ Thou froward heart,  
That works me smart  
From me depart,  
Go take thy leave, for I no ill will know:  
Such as defame  
With slanderous blame  
Their neighbour's name  
I will destroy, and them no mercy show.  
The proud presumptuous guest  
With lofty look,  
And haughty mind possessed  
I can not brook;  
Mine heart, mine eye  
Shall ever be  
Upon the just, and faithful of the land:  
They shall abide  
All time and tide  
Within thy Court, to serve at thy command.  
¶ The man I say,  
That doth not stray  
From the right way,  
I will advance in honour to excel:  
The guileful man  
That no good can  
But lie and feign,  
Out of mine house with speed I will expel.  
I will cut out by time  
Out of the land  
All the rebellious train,  
And godless band:  
And I do mean  
For to maintain  
Gods holy house and sacred City free,  
That wicked men  
May not remain  
Within his gates for their iniquity.   

PSALM CXVII.  
ONATIONS all,  
Both great and small,  
With Israel  
Unto the Lord sing laud and lasting praise:  
Exalt his Name,  
And glorious fame,  
Alwhere proclaim  
For why? his grace and glore abides always.  
He doth his tender love  
To us extend,  
As well each day we prove,  
It hath no end:  
This mighty Lord,  
In work and word  
Is constant sure, his truth cannot decay:  
Give him therefore  
All laud and glore.  
Who doth on us his love and grace display.   

PSALM CXXI.  
WHEN I behold,  
These Montanes cold,  
Can I be bold  
To take my journey through this wilderness?  
Wherein doth stand,  
On either hand,  
A bloody band,  
To cut me off with cruel craftiness:  
here subtle Satan's slight,  
Doth me assaill:  
There his proud worldly might  
Thinks to prevail:  
In every place,  
With pleasant face  
The snares of sin besets me round about:  
With poison sweet,  
To slay the Spirit,  
Conspired all to take my life no doubt.  
¶ But God is he,  
Will succour me,  
And let me see  
His saving bealth ay ready at command:  
Even jehovah,  
That create all,  
Both great and small,  
In heaven and air, and in the sea and land.  
Fret not my fearful heart,  
My breast within,  
This God will take thy part  
Thy course to run:  
He will thee guide,  
Thou shalt not slide,  
Thy feet shall steadfast stand in the right way:  
He will thee keep,  
He will not sleep,  
Nor suffer soes to catch thee as a pray.  
¶ The Lord doth keep,  
Israel his sheep,  
And will not sleep,  
Beneath his shadow thou shalt saifliely:  
Right sure and firm,  
With his right arm,  
Save the from harm  
He shall, and all thy fearful foes defy.  
The day hot, suns offence,  
Shall not thee grieve,  
Nor cold moons influence  
By night thee move,  
God of his grace,  
From his high place  
Shall save thee from all ill in every way:  
Thou goes about,  
Both in and out,  
He shall thee bless and prosper now and ay.   

PSALM CXXV.  
AS Zion Hill,  
That's firm and still,  
And never will,  
Nor can remove, through danger of decays  
So that man shall,  
Lord with thee dwell,  
Fearing no fall,  
Who trusts in thee, and, shall endure for ay.  
Like Mountains round about  
jerusalem:  
jehovah so no doubt  
Shall cover him:  
The rod and yoke  
Of Gods own flock  
Shall not ay rest upon the godly race:  
Lest they through grief,  
Without relief  
The wandering ways of wicked men embrace.  
¶ O Lord our God,  
Remove thy rod,  
Make not abode  
From such as fear thy name with perfit heart:  
And walk upright,  
Before thy sight,  
In thy true light,  
Thy grace their guide let not from them depart  
But such as slide aback,  
In crooked ways,  
The Lord shall overtake,  
With sudden frays:  
Their lot and part  
Shall be in smart,  
With sinful men that perish in thy rage.  
With Israel.  
Thy peace let dwell  
O blessed Lord, to last from age to age,   

PSALM CXXVIII.  
OBLEST is he  
That feareth thee,  
O Lord most high,  
And doth observe thy constant will and way:  
O well to him,  
That hath begun  
This course to run;  
His labour shall him pleasant fruit repay:  
To his great joys increase  
In reuthfull need,  
jehovah will him dress  
His life to feed:  
His wife shall be  
Like to the tree  
That grows full gay fast by his houses side:  
His children fair,  
Like olives rare,  
His table shall decore both time and tide.  
¶ Such man's success,  
And happiness.  
Shall still increase,  
As fears thee, o Lord most righteous:  
Thou wilt not miss,  
Right so to bless  
Both him and his  
With riches rare and pleasure plenteous:  
From Zion's holy Hill  
Thou shalt see then  
To stand and flourish still  
jerusalem:  
Thy race and seed,  
Shall bud and breed  
Before thine eyes in happy state and store.  
With Israel,  
And juda shall  
Thy peace, o Lord, abide for ever more.   

THE SONG OF SIMEON, S. Luke 2. verse 25.  

SINCE that mine eye  
Before I die,  
O Lord doth see  
Thine holy one, our hope and only stay:  
Whom thou hast send,  
In latter end  
For to extend  
Thy mercies great, that do endure for ay:  
Then let thy servant Lord,  
Depart in peace:  
And me of thine accord,  
Send to my place,  
As thou hast said,  
And promise made  
That can not fail nor fall in vain away:  
For I rejoice,  
In heart and voice,  
That I'have seen thy saving health this day.  
¶ Whom thou a light,  
Hast set full bright,  
Before the sight  
Of Gerard tiles far and people round about:  
And send'st with grace.  
Sin to deface,  
And glorious peace  
For to proclaim, the earth and world throughout  
And as thy Prophets told  
A sign to be,  
For Nations to behold  
With faithful eye:  
In special,  
Thine Israel  
To rid from thrall, and save them by his might;  
That he their glore,  
For ever more.  
On Zion hill may shine in beauty bright.    

GLORIA PATRI.  

O King of Kings  
In heaven that rings,  
Above all things,  
Thy people chosen of thine only grace:  
To reign with thee  
Eternally,  
Them sanctify  
Into thy sweet and everlasting peace:  
Laud to the Trinity,  
On which we call;  
One God in people three:  
Surmounting all;  
Fountain: profound,  
All praise redound  
To thee o Father with thy Son most sweet:  
That Prince of glore,  
Did us restore,  
Likewise all praise be to the holy Spirit.    
Gloria in excelsis Deo. Amen.   

The Psalms that are contened in this Book are these 1. 4. 6. 15. 19 23. 43. 57 91. 101. 117. 121. 125. 128. Simeons' Song, and Gloria Patri.  
FINIS.