PSALMS. OR SONGS OF ZION: Turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange LAND.  
By W. S.  
Intended for Christmas Carols, and fitted to diverse of the most noted and common, but solemn tunes, every where in this Land familiarly used and known.  
LONDON, Printed by Robert Young.   

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PSALMS, OR SONGS OF ZION.  

PSALM 1.  

THrice blessed, who hath not bend  
t'●ll counsel foo● nor ear,  
Nor path of sinners hent,  
nor sat in scorners chair:  
But in the law of God the Lord  
hath set his whole delight,  
And in that law, th' eternal Word,  
doth meditate day and night.   

He's like the tree that springs  
fast by the river's side,  
That fair fruit store forth brings  
in her due time and tide:  
Whose leaf shall neither fade nor fall,  
but flourish still and stand:  
The Lord, who plants, doth prosper all  
that this man takes in hand.   

But now th' ungodly finds  
his state is nothing so;  
But like, by whirling winds,  
chaff scattered to and fro.  
Therefore the wicked never can  
in judgement stand upright,  
Nor sinners with the righteous man  
once come in place or sight.   

For why the righteous hath  
his ways made so direct,  
That to his virtuous path  
the Lord doth yield respect.  
When ways of such as do decline  
from God's just statutes shown,  
And spurn against the laws divine  
shall quite be overthrown.    

PSALM 6.  

THine ire, Lord, on me do not wreak,  
Nor in displeasure fell chastise me;  
But on me, Lord, since I am weak  
Have mercy, and do not despise me.  
Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed:  
My soul is sick, and sore perplexed.   

But Lord, how long, how long, I say,  
Wilt thou delay, and vengeance take?  
Lord turn thee, save my soul I pray;  
O save me for thy mercy's sake:  
For why, in death no man doth mind thee;  
In pit, to praise thee, who will find thee?   

But I am weary of my groaning,  
Each night wash I my bed with tears,  
With tears of my sad plaint and moaning,  
Watering my couch through cares and fears.  
My beauty gone through foes disdaining,  
Worn away with my sad complaining.   

Away yet from me sinners vain,  
The Lord hath heard my voice, my groans,  
The Lord hears my petition fain:  
Will take my prayer, attend my moan,  
And all my foes sore vexed and wounded,  
Shamed, turned back, shall be soon confounded.    

PSALM 8.  

O Lord our God and Governor, how high  
and excellent 's thy Name every where?  
Thou that hast set thy glory great and majesty  
above the starry spangled sphere,  
Out of the mouth of tender sucklings thou  
art pleased to confound thy foes;  
For in those babes thou wilt thy might and glory show,  
thy graces they disclose.  
So when above me the heavens fair and high  
works of those fingers of thine  
Sun, Moon, and Stars I spy in clear and azure sky,  
in order as thou pointest them to shine:  
What thing is man then, O Lord, to mind I call,  
that thou shouldst remember him?  
What man's race so small, his sons, and his posterity all,  
that thou shouldst consider them?  
For in degree thou hast made him little less  
or lower, than the Angels fair:  
When more thou didst bless, & crown him we confess  
with dignity and glory rare:  
Thou mad'st him his dominion to bring  
over all thy handy works of wonder.  
Laying every thing, advanced like a King  
his feet and subjection under.  
All sheep, and Neat, and beasts that appear  
in the fields for to feed or abide;  
Fowls of the air, or Fishes that repair  
through the paths of the seas so wide:  
Therefore O Lord of glorious Majesty,  
Lord of th' whole world, that dost hear,  
How excellent and great's thy Name advanced and glory hie  
above the starry spangled Sphere?    

PSALM II.  

IN the Lord put I my trust,  
how say ye then to my soul,  
To the mountain that fly she must  
like a sielly foul?  
For lo the wicked bend their bow,  
with their shafts ready pressed  
Upon the string, to shore at those,  
so they set up their rest.   

Privily do they hit th' upright  
that are in heart, whence thrown,  
When down are the foundation quite,  
what hath the righteous done?  
The Lord is in his holy place,  
in th'eaven is his Throne.  
His eyes consider the children's case,  
his eyelids try each one.   

The Lord he will the righteous try,  
but the wicked doer,  
And him that loveth iniquity,  
doth his soul abhor.  
Upon the wicked he shall reign  
fire, and brimstone, and snares,  
Stormy tempest shallbe their gain,  
and cup to drink their shares.    

PSALM 13.  

HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord?  
ever shall I faint?  
How long wilt thou not grace afford  
to my sad complaint?  
How long wilt thou thy visage hide  
from me as thou meanest to chide?  
with thy faces, and thy graces,  
so much feared restraint.  
How long shall I to my unrest  
daily making moan?  
Take counsel thus within my breast,  
and with sighing groan.  
How long else shall my deadly foe  
above me be exalted so?  
My weary heart even daily smarting  
when I am alone.  
Behold and hear me O my God,  
lighten thou mine eyes,  
That I sleep not in death abhorred,  
lest with open cry  
My enemy rejoice, and say,  
I have prevailed against him ay:  
And that tide when I slide,  
seem to get the prize.  
But I will in thy mercy trust,  
and with heart and voice  
In thy salvation, as I must,  
evermore rejoice.  
Yea, I will sing unto the Lord,  
because, according to his word,  
Friendly he hath dealt with me,  
and freed me from annoys.    

PSALM 15.  

LOrd, within thy Tabernacle  
whom will't thou receive to dwell?  
Or within the habitacle  
of thy Zion's sacred Cell,  
Thy royal Tents high Battlements,  
who shall ascend, where comes no ill,  
With theet abide, ay to reside,  
and rest upon thy holy Hill?  
He whose life's upright, and whose  
ways and works are just and straight,  
Whose heart thoughts of truth disclose,  
and whose tongue speaks no deceit,  
Nor wish nor will his neighbour ill,  
in body, honour, goods, or name:  
Nor willing takes false tales, or makes  
reports, that might impair the same.  
That in heart doth not regard  
malicious wicked men and vile:  
But who love and fear the Lord  
he maketh much of them the while.  
That keeps his oath, his word, and troth,  
according to their free intent,  
Nor will forgo his promise, though  
he find it to his detriment.  
That indeed hath never lent  
to the usurious trade his coin,  
Ne for to hurt the innocent  
did bribe, play false, or else purloin▪  
Who so doth all these things, that shall  
be pleasing to thy heavenly doom,  
Lord, cannot here in this world fear,  
nor perish in the world to come.    

PSALM 16.  

SAve me and preserve me ever,  
O my God, for in thy word  
I trusted; and my soul persever:  
thou hast said unto the Lord,  
Thou art my Lord, my King, my God:  
my goods are nothing unto thee.  
Those love I well on earth that dwell.  
in virtue that excelling be:  
Sorrows to them that run after  
other gods shall be enlarged,  
Their blood offerings I'll not offer,  
neither shall my lips be charged  
Once with their names, to show the same.  
The Lord himself disdaineth not  
My heritage free portion to be,  
my cup, and to maintain my lot.  
Unto me the line is fallen  
in a fair and pleasant place;  
A goodly heritage befallen.  
I will praise Iehovah's grace,  
That warning gave my soul to save,  
my reins a-nights his chastenings bide,  
I set thee, and at my right hand  
Lord stoodst thou, that I should not slide.  
Heart was glad, my tongue and glory,  
flesh rejoice, and rest in hope;  
For thou wilt not leave me sorry,  
nor my soul in grave to droop.  
And since from grave my soul to save  
thou wilt not let to set me free,  
Shall never sure, in pit impure,  
thy holy One corruption see.  
Thou shalt show O Lord most holy  
unto me the path of life;  
For with thee the fountain wholly  
is of health, and pleasures rise.  
Before thy face that happy place  
abounds with joy such plenteous store.  
Thy presence, and at thy right hand  
full bliss and life for evermore.    

PSALM 19  

LOrd, the Heaven's high and fair,  
starry Spheres, and Orbs there under,  
Gloriously they do declare  
all thy mighty works of wonder;  
Day to day do show the same,  
night to night record thy fame.  
No language, tongue, or speech,  
in which their voices are not found,  
Thy noble acts with lively sound  
to th' ends of th' earth to preach.  
There he set a Tabernacle  
for the Son that Bridegroom wife.  
From his chambers receptacle,  
doth in Eastern regions rise,  
And with valiant champion's grace,  
giantlike to run his race,  
Advanceth in the sky  
from end to end, that nothing did  
Escape, or from the heat were hid,  
or beams of days bright eye.  
Perfect, and the soul converting  
is thy law and judgements sure,  
Wisdom to the weak in parting,  
thy commandments are pure,  
Giving light unto the eyes,  
they rejoice the heart likewise.  
Thy laws and statutes either  
clean, thy fear endures always,  
Truth thy testimonies ay,  
and righteous altogether.  
Precious more than gold admired,  
than much fined gold thy doom,  
Sweeter, and to be desired  
more than honey or honeycomb:  
They forewarn me in my way,  
what's so dear & sweet as they?  
High honour they intent,  
in keeping them's great recompense.  
Oh who can tell his secret sins,  
how oft he doth offend?  
Cleanse, O cleanse my negligence,  
secret faults my soul that stain:  
So freed, o'er me foul offences  
nor presumptuous sins shall reign;  
But from many blots made clean,  
let my soul herself demean,  
And tongue as may beseem her,  
that both thought of heart & word  
May acceptable be, O Lord,  
my strength, and my Redeemer.    

PSALM 33.  

MY Shepherd is the ever living Lord,  
and so loving I nothing can need;  
In pastures fair, by his heavenly word  
conducting me forth to feed.  
Pleasantly he, to the fountains that be  
led along by the fruitful field,  
And my soul he did guide down to the rivers side,  
that the waters of comfort yield.  
Yea, though I walk in the valley of death,  
that I need not to fear none ill:  
For it is thou mak'st me still draw my breath,  
by the power of thy holy will.  
And with thy rod thou wilt save me O God  
making haste with thy shepherd's crook,  
To relieve me that breath in the shadow of death  
by thy favour and gracious look:  
For in the presence of all envious foes  
my table hast thou richly spread;  
Filling full my cup till it quite overflows,  
and with balm didst anoint my head:  
So that now finally, all my life till I die,  
to thy mercy myself I commend;  
And the Temple of thy grace shall be my dwelling place,  
where the rest of my days will I spend.    

PSALM 42.  

LIke th' Hart that strays,  
Breathes, pants, and brays,  
To the rivers fair to gain,  
Even so my poor heart right fain.  
My soul I cry  
Thirsts, O when nigh  
To the living God of might,  
Shall I come to appear in his sight?  
All times my tears  
Are my repast and food,  
And more my fears,  
When wicked men deride,  
Where now is God thy guide;  
Stood I at the tide  
In sad and heavy mood  
My soul even faints,  
Void of her best delight,  
Since now she wants  
What freedom once she had,  
When to the Temple glad  
As her train she led  
Music and songs she might.  
Why art thou so  
Surcharged with woe,  
O my soul, and robbed of rest;  
Hope and help is in God most blessed:  
Trust in his Name,  
And praise the same.  
O my God, my soul is sad,  
Yet thee I remember glad:  
For Iordans land,  
And little Hermon hill,  
Whiles great deeps, and  
Griefs one another call,  
Ills, like to water-falls,  
Storms, whose noise appalls,  
Thy stouds o'erwhelm me still,  
In God by day  
Mercie and grace I find,  
By night always  
I unto him will sing;  
And as oft prayer bring,  
As my heavenly King,  
God of my life I mind.  
To God I say, my strength and stay,  
Why hast thou forgotten me,  
Though I mourn and oppressed be?  
Or why else so  
Do I troubled go,  
As heavy and ill apaid,  
Whiles enemies me upbraid.  
My bones as 'twere  
Smit with a sword asunder,  
Whiles those I fear,  
My foes that me upbraid,  
Where now is God thine aid?  
To me daily said,  
Making at me a wonder.  
Why art thou so  
Vexed O my soul, and sore  
Perplexed with woe?  
O trust in God most high,  
For on his help rely,  
Praise him ay will I,  
My God and hope evermore.    

PSALM 43.  

IVdge my cause, O Lord,  
And give sentence for me:  
My just plea record  
Against the ungodly throng.  
From deceitful crew,  
Those that do abhor me,  
Save me Lord most true,  
And revenge my wrong.  
O God of my strength,  
Why hast thou at length  
Put me far away from thee?  
And O Lord, why so  
Heavily do I go,  
Whiles my foe oppresseth me?  
O send out in brightness  
For my soul's uprightness.  
And to guide me in the way,  
Thy lights beams reflecting,  
And thy truth directing,  
That my steps go not astray.  
To thy holy hill  
And supernal palace,  
Lord conduct me still,  
By thy truth and grace.  
To thy Temple so,  
God of joy and solace,  
Thy Courts will I go;  
Even thy holy place,  
On the harp with glee,  
I'll give thanks to thee,  
Thou O God, my God most dear:  
Why art thou so vexed,  
O my soul perplexed,  
In so sad and heavy cheer?  
O in God most holy,  
Put thy trust then wholly.  
Unto him will I give praise,  
That in favour ever  
Doth to me persever,  
God my hope and help always.    

PSALM 47.  

ALl people clap your hands,  
Sing laud unto the Lord,  
Advance your notes with merry noise,  
And telling tune with joyful voice  
His wonders all abroad.  
For why, above all lands,  
The Lord is high and great,  
A terrible and mighty King,  
Angel quires his praises sing,  
In heaven his glorious seat.  
The people under us be subdued,  
Under our feet the nations rude;  
So the Heathen all  
He did make, and shall  
Under our feet to fall.  
For his own sake alone,  
And he himself an heritage,  
The flowering worship of that age;  
For us now to whose  
Race his lore he shows,  
And Jacob's glory chose,  
His well-beloved one.  
God he is, out of the earth,  
Ascended up on high,  
Gone in triumphs merry noise,  
And with trumpets royal voice  
Up to the starry sky.  
Sing to our God with mirth,  
Sing praises to our King;  
For God is King of all the earth,  
Sing to him with greatest mirth,  
With understanding sing.  
God doth o'er the Heathen reign,  
God that will his cause maintain,  
God that sits alone,  
On his holy Throne,  
And is other none,  
Doth heaven and earth behold,  
And how the princes all abroad  
Are to the people of Abraham's God  
Joined, who they intent,  
As with a shield defends  
All th' earth, and to that end,  
High only to be extolled.    

PSALM 63.  

GReat is the Lord on high,  
And great his praises still  
To be advanced, and spread abroad  
Within the City of our God  
Upon his holy hill.  
Mount Zion North doth lie,  
And is a pleasant place,  
Whence joy of all the lands doth spring,  
The City of the mighty King  
Doth so this mountain grace.  
In whose palaces is shown,  
God for a refuge surely known;  
For lo the King each one  
Gathered, and to get her gone,  
Were astonished, as thereon  
They gaze, & with wondering muse.  
Suddenly driven back they were,  
Fear came upon them, and sorrow there,  
As on a woman in  
Travel, and destroyed they been  
Like the ships of Tharsis, when  
With East winds thou wilt them bruise,  
As we have heard it said,  
So have we seen of old,  
Within the City of the Lord  
Of hosts, the City of our God,  
That ever he will uphold.  
O Lord, we wait for aid,  
Amidst thy holy place,  
According to thy Name thy praise,  
Unto the world's end do raise.  
Thy loving kindness and grace,  
Thy right hand thy Saints confess,  
Lord, is full of righteousness:  
Hence Mount Zion's voice,  
And the daughter's noise  
Of juda glad rejoice,  
Cause of thy judgements pure.  
Compass Zion, compass her walls,  
Tell well her towers and bulwarks all,  
Mark well her towers, that ye  
May tell posterity,  
God's our God, and e'er will be,  
Our guide till death most sure.    

PSALM 52.  

WHy dost thou boast thyself abroad,  
thou tyrant, that thou canst do ill:  
The loving kindness of our God  
seen daily, it continueth still.  
Deceit and fraud do in thy bosom lurk,  
and as thy lewd heart doth devise,  
Thy tongue is making of despiteful work,  
like razor sharp it cuts with lies.  
Thou evil more than good approu'st,  
more than truth to speak lies and guile:  
All words that may destroy thou lov'st,  
O thou deceitful tongue and vile;  
Therefore shall God destroy thee, pluck and take,  
and root thee quite out of thy tent,  
From the land of the living, thee to make  
go int' eternal banishment.  
The righteous shall see this, and fear,  
and laugh at him, and say, behold,  
What is become of this man here,  
that on his riches was so bold?  
Lo he that took not God his fortitude,  
but in his malice put his strength,  
And in his riches and their multitude,  
he fell, and perished thus at length:  
But as for me, I shall be seen  
in God's house always to persever,  
Like to an Olive tree so green,  
my trust was in his mercies ever;  
So I will always praise thy holy Name,  
for that, O Lord, thou hast done this:  
I will hope in thy Name, because the same,  
before thy Saints so joyful is.    

PSALM 57  

HAve mercy, O my God, have mercy straight,  
My soul doth trust in thee, and on thee wait:  
In shadow of thy wings my hope is placed,  
Until this tyranny be overpast.   

I'll call unto the most high God, even he;  
God that performs his promise towards me:  
For he will send from his high heaven, & save me  
From their reproof, would swallow & deprave me.   

God will send out his mercy and his truth;  
My soul 'mong lions is, I lie in ruth  
'Mong men's sons, that are set on fire, their words,  
Their teeth are spears & shafts, their tongues sharp swords   

Exalt thyself above the heavens, O God,  
Thy glory aye on all the earth abroad.  
Nets laid they in my way my soul t' oppress,  
Pits too, but fell in their own wickedness.   

My heart, O God, prepared is always,  
My heart's prepared, I will sing and give praise:  
Awake my glory, Lute and Harp I'll take,  
And I myself right early will awake.  
I will praise thee, O Lord, among the nations,  
I'll sing to thee among all generations.  
Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach,  
Thy truth exceeds, and to the clouds doth stretch;  
Exalt thyself above the heavens, O God,  
Thy glory aye o'er all the earth abroad.  
Awake my Viol, Lute and Harp awake,  
To praise the Lord sweet music let us make.    

PSALM 60.  

O God, thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cast us out of yore,  
And scattered 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 angry with us fore:  
O turn again 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; thou hast made  
The land to tremble, and with fear to fade.  
O heal he breach, for it fore doth shake;  
The breach thereof that thy hands did make.  
Thou showest the people heavy things, in fine  
Thou mad'st us drink a draught of deadly wine.  
But now thou hast advanced an ensign known,  
A token given to them that are thine own:  
To them that fear thee, and  
In cause of truth by them to be displayed.  
That thy beloved may be fully freed,  
Help with thy right hand, hear me at my need.  
God in his holiness spoke, rejoice I shall,  
Sechem divide, and meet out Succoth vale;  
Gilead is mine, Manasses mine shallbe,  
Strength of my head is Ephraim, juda he  
My Lawgiver, Moab my wash-pot named,  
I will cast out my shooc o'er Edom famed:  
So will I triumph, and in this design  
Show thyself joyful for me Palestine.  
Who will lead me into the City great?  
Who will bring me unto strong Edom's seat?  
Wilt thou not God that helpedst us of yore,  
Go with our armies forth, as heretofore?  
Against troubles, O God, give us aid again;  
For else we know the help of man is vain.  
Through God we shall do valiant acts well known,  
For he shall tread our cruel enemies down.    

PSALM 61.  

REgard, O Lord, for I complain,  
And make my moan to thee;  
Let not my words return in vain,  
But lend an ear to me:  
For from the end and utmost part  
Of th' earth, in anguish of my heart  
I cry, I cry, O hear my woes:  
And on the rock of thy great power,  
My hope, my help, my fort, my tower,  
O God, my woeful mind repose.  
Within thy tent, O King of kings,  
I long and hope to dwell,  
Under the covering of thy wings  
I trust, and knew right well  
I shallbe safe; for thou wast near  
O God, and didst my prayer hear,  
And wilt, and wilt fulfil the same.  
Thou Lord dost my desire regard,  
And wilt with gracious gifts reward  
All those, all those that seek thy Name.  
A long life thou wilt give the King,  
For many an age to reign;  
His years shall fresh for ever spring,  
Before God to remain,  
Where he shall have a dwelling place  
And for thy mercy, truth, and grace,  
Shall praise, shall praise thy holy Name:  
So will I sing thy praise still,  
Perform my duties, vows fulfil,  
And daily, daily pay the same.    

PSALM 63.  

THou, O God, art my God whom I early inquire,  
My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh doth desire  
And long after thee the true fountain of bliss,  
In a harren and dry land where no water is.  
O let me behold thee in thy Sanctuary,  
And see thy great majesty, power, and glory;  
For thy loving kindness is better than life,  
And my lips will be telling thy praises most rise.  
So Lord will I magnify thee all my days,  
And lift up my hands in thy Name to thy praise?  
My soul shall be filled with marrow and fatness,  
Mouth and heart praising thee with lip-offrings of gladness.  
Oft thou on my bed art remembered by me,  
And in the night season I think upon thee  
Because thou hast been my defence from annoys,  
Under the shadow of thy wings will I therefore rejoice  
My soul cleaveth unto thee; for thy right hand  
Upholdeth me, and therefore Lord shall I stand:  
And who seek for my soul to destroy it, into  
The nethermost parts of the earth they shall go,  
And with th' edge of the sword they shallbe cast down,  
Made a portion for foxes, whiles joy the King crowne●  
And who swear by him, by God's truth underpropt,  
But the mouth of all those that speak lies shallbe stopped.    

PSALM 65.  

O God all praise on thee doth wait,  
In Zion thine own hill:  
The vow shallbe performed straight,  
According to thy will.  
Because the prayer of all and some  
Thou hearest, to thee shall all flesh come.  
O Lord, O Lord of hosts most hie,  
My wicked deeds prevailed have;  
But thou, O Lord, in mercy save  
My soul, my soul, or else I die.  
The man is blessed whom thou dost choose,  
And mak'st to come to thee,  
That doth thy house and Temple use,  
Where choicest pleasures be;  
Whom in thy Courts thou mak'st to dwell,  
Where all good things and joys excel,  
The souls, the souls sweet satisfaction▪  
But thou in justice threa●●●●● 〈◊〉,  
And answerest us with fearful signs,  
O God, O God of our salvation.  
O thou the hope of all, and stay  
Of th' ends of th' earth, O God,  
And of them that far off do stray  
In the wild seas abroad,  
That stablish●st the mountains strong,  
And girt with power that doth belong  
To thee, to thee, the God of might.  
The people's tumults canst appease,  
And still the noise of raging seas,  
The noise of waves that would affright.  
Lord, they in th' utmost parts of th' earth  
That dwell, as 't were dismayed;  
Though East and West rejoice with mirth,  
Are at thy signs afraid,  
Thou mak'st th' outgoing with thy voice,  
Of Morn and Evening to rejoice,  
And so thou visitest th' earth with rain,  
Thou moistned'st it, and mak'st it rich,  
The river of God is plenteous, which  
In store, prepares them corn and grain:  
As thou apointest it to be,  
The fields with fruit do fill,  
Thou waterest so abundantly  
Her surrowes from the hill.  
From whence thou mak'st the rain descend  
Into the valleys, to that end,  
With showers made soft and to abound,  
Whose bud thou blessest every where,  
And with thy goodness crownest the year;  
Thy clouds drop fatness on the ground,  
O'er all the deserts they shall drop,  
Such plenty on the earth:  
The fields and plains shall yield their crop,  
The hills rejoice with mirth,  
The little hills shall compassed be  
With gladness, and with merry glee,  
That they with echoing noise shall ring;  
With sheep the plains and pastures green,  
With corn the valleys covered been,  
Yeomen do shout for joy, and sing.    

PSALM 84.  

O Lord, how amiable  
Thy Tabernacles be?  
The dwelling place, and Temple of thy grace,  
How pleasant Lord to me?  
My soul, Lord God of Sabbath,  
Longs to thy 〈◊〉  
My heart doth pant,  
My flesh rejoice and faint,  
The living God to know.  
The Sparrow hath found her a house,  
And the Swallow,  
A nest for to lay her young,  
Even thy Altars among,  
O Lord of hosts most holy,  
My God and King, and solely  
Great, glorious wholly, and most strong,  
O blessed they that dwelling  
In thy house sing thy praise,  
And blessed he,  
Whose strength it is in thee:  
And in whose heart thy ways,  
Who going through the valley  
Of tears dig fountains still,  
Till with those tears,  
As springs it all appears:  
Thy rain their pools doth fill,  
And so from strength to strength do they go,  
In the beau●● of holiness clear,  
Till at last every one do appear,  
Before the Lord in Zion,  
Whose mercy they rely on,  
And God of gods set eye-on there.  
Lord God of hosts my prayer,  
Thou God of jacob hear,  
Shield us in grace, and look upon the face  
Of thine Anointed dear.  
O a day in thy Court's better  
Than a thousand other where,  
And better dwell,  
Doorkeeper in 〈…〉,  
〈…〉 ●●tents that do want thy fear;  
For the Lord God is our son and our shield,  
Who will give glory and grace  
To them that seek his face,  
And no good thing detained,  
O blessed the unstained,  
That faith in thee unfeigned place.    

PSALM 87.  

Firmly for ever are her foundations,  
On the holy mountains laid,  
Whence that appears that above the habitation  
Of jacob, as it is said,  
The gates were blessed,  
Of Zion best;  
The Lord himself we know,  
He loveth to dwell thereby.  
And glorious be, the things of thee  
Were spoken long ago:  
O thou City of God most high,  
Mention making of Rahab, an eye on  
Babylon will I throw,  
As among them that my promise rely on,  
And seek my Name to know:  
Lo, Palestine, and Tyre is mine,  
With Aethiope long ago;  
Great peoples bordering by,  
Of them is made,  
Great bruit, and said,  
Of sacred Zion so,  
That in her is the most Hic.  
There is he borne,  
Is of Zion reported,  
And famous men of yore,  
Many that to the most Holy resorted,  
And he will establish her store;  
Show than he shall,  
That the chiefest of all,  
Had his beginning there,  
When he doth his folk descry,  
And all pleasant things,  
My fountains and springs,  
Choir, singers, are in thee here,  
O thou City of God most hic.    

PSALM 93.  

THe Lord as King aloft doth reign,  
all clad and girt with power,  
And majesty in heaven so hic,  
his seat and sacred bower,  
Whereas no eye, the Deity  
c're saw, save tending on her,  
Those Angels fain, and Cherub traine●,  
with glory clothed and honour.  
The world thou hast so surely placed,  
unmoued it doth persever,  
Thy throne much more secured of yore,  
the heaven of heavens for ever:  
Before the Chime of ruinous time,  
this world's frame set or wrought on,  
And aye her state, beyond all date  
of time that can be thought on.  
The floods, O Lord, the floods record  
thy praise, and with their voices,  
The floods do rave, lift up their waves,  
and rage with horrid noises.  
Though floods with noise lift up their waves,  
and seas enraged swelling,  
With waves so high, would kiss the sky,  
yet thou art higher dwelling.  
Most mighty Lord, true is thy word,  
thy promise failing never;  
And holiness, thy Saints profess,  
becomes thy house for ever.    

PSALM 97.  

THe Lord alone aloft doth reign,  
let peoples mazed assemble,  
He sits between the Cherubims,  
though th' earth be moved and tremble.  
The Lord is great in Zion's seat,  
and high above all nations;  
Yea, they shall fame thy fearful Name,  
throughout all generations.  
'Tis holy sure, and the King's power,  
judgement prepares and loves it,  
That justice be and equity  
in jacob, he approves it.  
Exalt with praise my God always,  
upon the Lords Name calling,  
'Tis holy known, lo then bow down,  
before his footstool falling.  
Moses among the Priestly throng,  
and Aaron who believed;  
With Samuel one, who called upon  
his Name, and were relieved.  
Out of the smoky pillar spoke he  
unto them, while he drove them:  
Like pastured sheep, his laws they keep,  
and statutes that he gave them.  
Herd them thou hast, O Lord, and waste  
so favourable to them,  
How didst thou take for their deeds sake,  
the vengeance due unto them?  
Make Gods praise known, lo falling down  
before his holy mountain;  
For high in bliss, and holy he is,  
love, grace, and mercy's fountain.    

PSALM 99  

THe Lord in heaven aloft doth reign,  
and there triumphant sitting;  
Let the earth rejoice with mirthful noise,  
and numerous Isles as fitting.  
Black pitchy clouds, and darkness shrowds,  
his throne on judgement founded,  
Fierce fires that trace before his face,  
lick up his foes confounded.  
His lightnings round, shone on the ground,  
th' earth saw it and was affrighted:  
Mountains like wax did melt, like flax  
were at his presence lighted.  
His presence this whole world, that is  
great Lord, and mighty owner:  
Heavens show his glory, and justice story,  
all Nations see his honour.  
Where all that carved Idols served,  
and glory in them, confounded:  
This Zion had heard, and was glad,  
through Salem mirth resounded:  
So Iuda's voice, and daughter's noise,  
thy hests and mercies on her;  
O Lord most high, 'bove earth and sky,  
all ye gods give him honour.  
Who love the Lord, hate vice abhorred,  
his Saints souls he preserveth:  
From wicked and ungodly's hand,  
who serve him, he conserveth.  
Sprung for th' upright in heart is light,  
and for the godly swoon,  
Are joy and wealth, and saving health,  
and all good blessings known:  
Rejoice O then, ye righteous men,  
this your memorial raises;  
To th' holy Lord with one accord,  
sing everlasting praises.    

PSALM 101.  

MErcy I will and judgement sing.  
to thee O Lord most holy:  
And unto thee, O Lord, will bring  
my song, and prayer wholly,  
Wisely I shall in perfect way,  
until thou come in brightness,  
Do right, and in my house always  
walk in my heart's uprightness.  
No wicked thing mine eyes shall see,  
deeds hate I of backsliders,  
A froward heart shall part from me,  
and slanderous lewd deriders:  
A privy whisperer I'll not brook,  
against neighbour, to annoy him,  
The proud heart, high and haughty look,  
I cannot but destroy him.  
Unto the meek mine eyes are bend,  
who in the land are faithful,  
Shall serve and dwell within my tent,  
who's profit, not deceitful.  
The liar shall my eye not pity,  
I'll spoil the wicked wholly,  
And cut off sinners from the City  
of God the Lord most holy.    

PSALM 108.  

O God, my heart prepared is,  
so is my tongue and voice:  
I will sing and give praise, in this  
my glory shall rejoice.  
Wake, be not mute, Harp, Viol, Lute,  
and I myself right early will awake:  
Thy praise I'll sing, and Name, O King,  
'mong Heathen known, & Nations will I make,  
'Bove heavens high, thy mercy's great,  
thy truth reached to the clouds;  
Exalt thyself 'bove heaven's seat,  
all th' earth thy glory shroud.  
That so set free thy beloved be,  
help with thy right hand O God, & hear my voice.  
In holiness now, hath God we know  
thus spoken, I will triumph and rejoice.  
For trophies, Sichem I'll divide,  
and meet out Succoth vale,  
Gilead is mine, Manasses side  
unto my share shall fall,  
Strength of my head is Ephraim, stead  
of Lawgiver is juda; a wash-pot to me  
Is Moab; I'll threw ●'re Edom my ●●oe,  
o'er Palestine ●'l● triumph and ●●●fall be.  
Who'll lead me to the City strong,  
me into Edom bring?  
Wilt not thou, who hast left us long,  
again O God and King  
Forth with us go, our armies so  
against troubles t' aid's, else help of man's but vain;  
Through God shall we do valiantly,  
who shall tread down our enemies cruel train.    

PSALM 110.  

THe Lord unto my Lord did say,  
Sat thou at my right hand for ay,  
Till at thy feet so humbly laid,  
Thy foes I have thy footstool made.  
The Lord then out of Zion bright,  
Shall send the sceptre of thy might:  
Thou shalt be ruler with thy rod,  
Yea, how commander thou shalt be,  
Amidst thine enemies all shall see.  
And in that day, in which thy reign  
They shall behold, and power plain,  
The people freewill offerings shall,  
And holy army offer all,  
Who presents shall to thee O King,  
In beauty of holy worship bring:  
For lo, the dew of thy birth shows  
Like womb of youth, and morning's dews.  
Like morning's dew, dew of thy birth,  
To far, every, and fresh the earth.  
The Lord hath sworn, and never may  
Repent, thou art a Priest for ay  
After Melchisedechs' order blessed,  
Of the most high God, Saint and Priest.  
The Lord at thy right hand, that stound,  
Stately Kings in his wrath shall wound,  
The heathen brought and Nations all,  
Before his judgement seat, he shall,  
Filling their places with their dead,  
O'er mighty Kingdoms smite th' head,  
And drinking of the Brook in is way,  
Lift up his royal head that day.    

PSALM 114.  

WHen that Israel was bend  
out of Egypt land,  
And the house of jacob went  
from that Barbarian strand,  
juda was his Sanctuary,  
and his holy bower;  
Israel did see his glory,  
dominion, might, and power.  
So the sea that fled amazed,  
saw it, and admired;  
Iordans flood that stood still and gazed,  
turning back retired.  
Mountains skipped like to rams,  
and did quake for fear;  
Little hills like trembling lambs,  
silly ones they appear.  
O thou sea, what didst thou ail,  
that thou fled'st amazed?  
Iordans flood, that thou didst quail,  
turned'st back and gazed?  
Mountains that you skipped like rams,  
and did trembling shake?  
Little hills that like to lambs,  
you did fear and quake?  
Th' earth did tremble before the face  
of the Lord so victorious,  
Of thy mighty and puissant grace,  
Jacob's God most glorious.  
Sea and land, little hills and mountains,  
the Lord God do fear:  
From the flint that maketh the fountains,  
rocks to gush, rivers clear.    

PSALM 117.  

ALl Nations with mirth  
praise ye the Lord always,  
And all the kindreds of the earth,  
set forth his noble praise:  
For great is his grace,  
his loving kindness ay,  
Towards them that seek his face,  
and will no time decay.  
The truth of the Lord  
endures for evermore;  
Ye Nations all, with one accord,  
praise ye the Lord therefore.   

All praise and honour be  
to Father glorious most:  
(God three in one, and one in three)  
with Son and Holy Ghost.  
As since the world's prime,  
hath e'er been heretofore,  
And is now at this present time,  
and shallbe evermore.    

PSALM 121.  

I Lift mine eyes  
Up to the mountains and the skies,  
Fixing eye on sacred Zion,  
Where my hope and help relies:  
My help alone,  
Comes from the Lord his glorious throne.  
Heaven that made, and earth that laid,  
His footstool that we stand upon.  
It is he that helpeth thee,  
Suffering not thy foot to slide:  
He that keepeth thee, not sleepeth,  
No, not slumbreth any tide;  
For behold who Israel keeps,  
Never slumbers once nor sleeps:  
O he that keepeth Israel,  
Never slumber him befell.  
The Lord is he,  
That evermore preserveth thee;  
He doth stand at thy right hand,  
His shadow thy defence to be:  
The Lord always shall keep thee,  
That the Sun by day,  
Or Moon by night shall thee not smite,  
Or harm with light or piercing ray:  
It is he defendeth thee,  
The Lord thy keeper and thy guide,  
That doth still from all ill,  
Save thy soul as at this tide:  
He thy going out did bless,  
And thy coming in no less,  
And who preserved thee heretofore,  
Henceforth will and evermore.    

PSALM 122.  

I Did in heart rejoice, to hear the people say,  
So lovingly with one accord,  
Into the house of God the Lord,  
We will go up and pray;  
Right joyful was the voice, and gracious speech of them:  
Our feet shall stand within thy gates,  
O City thou of glorious state,  
The fair jerusalem.  
jerusalem is builded so neat,  
Like to a City at unity; a seat  
Whereunto the Tribes resort,  
Even the Tribes of the Lord,  
To testify with one accord,  
His name unto Israel:  
And so for to set forth the praise  
Of his holy Name always;  
And for this respect,  
There were the thrones erect  
Of judgement, to direct  
And govern thy people well.  
There were the thrones erect  
Of David's house for ay;  
Now therefore for the peace  
Of Ierusalem's increase,  
Let us for ever pray.  
Let them all, that do respect  
And love thee, prosper still.  
joy he within thy walls, and peace  
And plenty in thy palaces,  
And on thy holy hill.  
For my faithful brethren's sake,  
And companions, I will make  
Prayers to God on hie,  
For thee wishing thy  
Plenty and prosperity,  
For ever to endure.  
And because of the house we see  
Of the Lord our God in thee,  
I will evermore,  
Seek thy welfare and store;  
And to do thee good therefore,  
In what I may procure.    

PSALM 123.  

Up to thee I lift mine eyes,  
thou that dwellest in the skies,  
As the eyes of servants bend,  
on their master's hand to tend;  
Or a maiden meek applies,  
to her mistress hand her eyes:  
So O Lord our God do straight,  
all our eyes upon thee wait,  
Till that thou look down upon us,  
and O Lord have mercy on us.  
Lord have mercy on us then,  
and forgive us sinful men;  
Save our souls, that for thy sake,  
much contempt upon us take,  
Suffering fore rebuke and shame,  
and even filled with the same,  
Whiles the rich and worldly wise,  
with the proud do us despise.  
Though their mocking stocks they make us,  
save yet O Lord, and take us:  
Up to thee I lift mine eyes,  
thou that dwellest in the skies.    

PSALM 124.  

IF the Lord himself had not been on our side,  
may Israel now say, but he is our guide:  
If the Lord had not been on our side, when men  
rose so furious against us, they had swallowed us then.  
They had swallowed us up quick in wrathful displeasure,  
their anger was kindled so hot above measure.  
The waters had drowned us then without control,  
the deep stream had gone even over our soul.  
The fierce swelling waters of envy and pride,  
had gone over soul with such a strong tide:  
But praised be the Lord, that hath not given us o'er  
for a prey to their teeth, that our souls would have tore.  
Our soul is escaped like a bird with good speed,  
from the snare of the Fouler, that broken, we freed.  
Our helpes in the Name of the Lord always,  
that hath made heaven and earth, to his Name be the praise.    

PSALM 126.  

WHen as the gracious and merciful Lord,  
Meant the delivery of his captived Zion.  
And had again in his mercy restored  
Their heavy losses, his promise that rely on,  
Then, O then, got from extreme  
Slavery and vileness,  
We were like to them that dream,  
Freed from all servilenesse;  
And with glee, how did we  
Triumph over sad annoy,  
Being our mouth filled now with  
Laughter, and our tongue with joy?  
So were the Heathen and Nations soon  
Forced to say, and confess before our faces,  
What mighty things for them all he had done,  
Praising his heavenly goodness and his graces.  
Then, O then, how much more we  
Bound to magnify him,  
Having much more cause to be  
Glad, and glorify him?  
For no less, we confess,  
And recount with merry noise,  
How great things,  
To pass he brings  
For us, whereat we do rejoice.    

PSALM 130.  

Out of the deeps in great distress,  
where doubts and dangers me oppress,  
I call to thee, Lord hear my voice,  
consider well my great annoys:  
And let thine ear receive my moans,  
my sighs, my tears, my plaints, and groans.  
If thou shouldst be extreme, O Lord,  
to mark in thought, in deed, and word,  
What's done amiss, O who shall stand  
under thy strict all-searching hand?  
Or when in truth thine eyes have tried it,  
and judgement, Lord, who may abide it?  
But there is mercy Lord with thee,  
mercy, that feared thou mayst be;  
And we will love and fear the same,  
and wait upon thy holy Name.  
I looked Lord, and patiently,  
my soul waits on the Lord most hie:  
My trust is in his holy word,  
my soul it flies unto the Lord.  
Before the morning-watch betime,  
early before the morning prime,  
The dawning morning-watch I say,  
my soul flies to the Lord to pray.  
O Israel trust in the Lord,  
for with him there is mercy stored,  
And plenteous redemption, he  
from all his sins will Israel free:  
From sting of death, and fear of hell,  
and pains, redeem his Israel.    

PSALM 137.  

AS we in Babylon,  
Sat by Euphrates flowery side,  
With sad laments and moan,  
We sold to mind fair Zion's pride,  
with Harp and Lute,  
our Viols mute,  
and instruments we hung  
on willow tree'n,  
that planted been,  
the rivers there among.   

Then said they that along,  
Us captives brought in scoffing sort,  
Let's hear your Hebrew songs,  
And melody, to make us sport:  
Alas, said we,  
how can that be,  
in stranger's land unknown?  
so far removed  
from Zion loved,  
as loathed Babylon.   

Let my right hand forget  
The warbling harps harmonious strains,  
Or to my palate let  
My parched tongue cleave for my pains,  
If e'er I do  
thy love forgo;  
or minding this base earth,  
so far should err,  
not to prefer  
fair Salem in my mirth,   

Remember Edom's sons,  
O Lord, on Sion's fatal day,  
How they then all at once,  
With cursed noise did cry, and say,  
Now Zion falls,  
down go her walls,  
why do we stand at gaze?  
her turret's round,  
throw down to ground,  
her stately bulwarks raze.   

O daughter Babylon,  
Wasted with misery in fine,  
Time shall be, when shall none  
Pity thee, that not pitiedest mine:  
Blessed then we shall  
th' Avenger call,  
that scorning mother's moans,  
shall dash the brains  
of infants slain,  
against the ruthless stones.    

PSALM 150.  

PRaise ye the Lord ye Saints,  
Within his Sanctuary,  
Praise him in firmament  
Of power, that doth not vary;  
In Temple fair  
Of holiness,  
And righteousness,  
His praise declare.   

Praise him according to  
His greatness excellence,  
And noble acts that show  
His rare magnificence:  
Praise him with Flute,  
And merry noise,  
Of Trumpets voice,  
And Harp and Lute.   

Praise him with Cymbals sound,  
Dances, and Madrigals,  
With Musics sweetest ground,  
Organs and Virginals:  
With Cymbals shrill,  
Let Viols sweet,  
And Psalt'ry meet,  
To praise him still.   

His laud, let ay most rise,  
Well tuned Cymbals sound,  
With Timbrels, Strings, and Pipe;  
His praises most renowned,  
Let every thing,  
Doth life afford  
And breath, the Lord  
His praises sing.   
FINIS.    

IF any well affected Gentleman shall be desirous to sing the Hebrew, Greek, or Latin Psalms, to these tunes, or the tunes of the Church, to his Lute, or other Music, there are many, or most of the Psalms so fitted, and for a taste of them, these in Greek and Latin here presented: the Hebrew to it, and all the rest being ready (if opportunity were) to be offered to public view.  

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〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,   

Idem Psal. 1. Latinè.  
BEcatus vir, non ambulans  
confiliis impiorum;  
Non viá stans, nec discubans  
in sede derisorum;  
Sed Lege Dei meditarus  
interdiu, noctuque  
Est ejus Lege jocundatus,  
quasi victu, vestituque  
Et erit arbor, ceu plantata,  
aquarum juxta rivos,  
Fructus quae feret, Deo grata,  
dulceis & tempestivos;  
Non comae, folia defloruerint  
sed aget cuncta prosperè;  
Non impii sic; ceu gluma fuerint,  
quam rapiet ventus propere;  
Non in judicio, nec Sanctorum  
in coetu, impius stabit;  
Quia viam novit Iah justorum,  
impiorum reprobabit.   

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Idem Psal. 128. Latine.  
BEatus, O beatus ter,  
qui Dominum timebis,  
Vitam hiis viis suaviter  
incedens obtinebis,  
Dulceis laborum comedes  
vivens, vidensque fructus,  
Spectabilis & foelix es,  
mors te nec tanget luctus,  
Ceu vitis uxor contegens,  
domus tuae parietes,  
Erit ut oliva ambiens,  
mensam tua progenies;  
Sic prosperare faciet,  
virum qui timet Deum,  
Atque è Sione proreget  
scuto salutis cum;  
Faelicitatem supra salem,  
videas, ac donec vives  
Natos natorum, sicut pacem,  
Israelis inter cives.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 137.  

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〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.   

Idem Psal. 137. Latinè.  
AD flumina Babylonis  
ac Maesti olim sedimus,  
Dum sanctae nos Syonis  
recordaremur flevimus.  
Suspendimus salicibus  
in ripis organa,  
Cum Citharis dulciloquis  
plectraque Eburnea.  
Illic interrogabant  
qui nos captivos detulissent,  
Et cantica rogabant  
qui nosmet eò abduxissent,  
Quid rei vobis, cantate nobis  
de canticis Syonis,  
Dicturi flemus, quid hic canemus  
in terra Babylonis.  
Mea dextra pereat  
si tui oblitus fuero,  
O Salem, lingua haereat  
fauci in tui meminero,  
Si nobilem jerusalem  
velut in principio,  
Summae meae laeticiae  
non proposuero.  
Memento filiorum  
Edom, O Deus, in die Salem,  
Qui in eam hanc stultorum,  
vocem eboarunt infernalem,  
Dum clamaverunt, & dixerunt,  
destruite munimenta,  
Exinanite, exinanite,  
diruite fundamenta.  
Heu filia Babylonis  
Misella, sed beatus ille,  
Qui lege Talionis  
ret ribuet tibi probra mille,  
Beatus ille, qui Misellae  
ad petram nuper satos  
Allidet captos, matris rapto●  
è sinu parvos natos.   
FINIS.    

These Psalms following were left out, being doubly translated, and some others.  

PSALM 6.  

O Lord do not rebuke me in  
Thy wrathful indignation,  
Chastise me not in due to sin,  
Displeasures aggravation:  
Have mercy on me Lord, for I  
Am weak, and plunged in misery;  
Lord help me, for my bones are vexed,  
My soul is also troubled sore:  
But Lord, how long wilt thou explore  
My faults, and punish me perplexed?  
Lord turn to thy wont grace,  
Save and deliver me;  
My soul flies, pity her poor case,  
For mercy's sake to thee:  
For why, in death no man we find  
Remembreth thee, or who shall mind  
To give thee praises in the pit?  
But weary of my groans and fears,  
Each night wash I my bed with tears,  
My couch with tears I water it.  
For very grief and foes withal,  
My beauty's flower doth fade,  
Thence worn away, hence from me all  
In vanity is whose trade;  
The Lord the voice of my sad tears,  
The voice of my petition, hears  
My prayers, he will receive the same,  
Confounded shallbe all my foes,  
Sore vexed and turned back, and those  
That wrong me put to sudden shame.    

PSALM 23.  

MY Shepherd is th' everliving Lord God  
So loving that therefore that I nothing can need.  
In pastures fair to make my abode,  
He leadeth me pleasantly forth for to feed:  
Fair fields, sweet flowers, beauty excelling,  
Every where seem to bespangle the way;  
Cool floud●, shady bowers, pleasure there dwelling,  
Still to encircle my steps where I stray,  
That from the mountains, as down to the fountains,  
He led me along by most pleantifull fields,  
To the rivers the water's of comfort that yields.  
So gone out of sadness, my soul into gladness,  
He brought to that happy and heavenly shore,  
Where never should sorrow encompass me most.  
Yea, though in vale of the shadow of death  
I walked, yet he in his mercy did guide  
And keep my feet, that as long as I breath,  
From the way they should never of godliness slide,  
Night's Black terror, fore did affright me,  
Yet on thy rod and thy staff did I stay;  
〈◊〉 bl●●ke errors 〈◊〉 did despite me,  
〈◊〉 by thy shepherd, hook chased away,  
〈…〉 face, my 〈◊〉 with thy graces,  
 
 
 
 
   

PSALM 108.  

MY heart and my tongue is prepared in song,  
O my God, my glory always:  
Awake Lute and Harp, I myself will awake  
right early, to sing and give praise.  
I will praise thee O Lord, and thy mercy's record,  
I will sing unto thee among Nations,  
And raise up always thy great glory and praise  
among people and generations:  
For thy mercy is great above heaven's seat,  
and thy truth unto the clouds reaching,  
Exalt thyself hie, O God above sky  
and thy glory o'er all the earth streaching,  
Thy beloved that we, delivered may see,  
send help from thy holy place;  
O stand with us, and aid us with thy right hand,  
and hear us of thy good grace:  
Out of his holy hill God hath spoken, I will  
rejoice, and Sichem divide,  
I will meet out the vale of Succoth withal,  
and Gilead he is on my side,  
Manasses with me, and Ephraim he,  
is the strength of my head and stay,  
And never to leave her, shall juda persever,  
Lawgiver for ever and ay;  
Men Moab shall see, my washpot to be,  
over Edom my shoe will I throw,  
Triumphing in fine, over Palestine,  
I to the strong City will go:  
Who will lead me along, into the same strong  
City, of the Philistines their seat?  
Who is he that will be a conductor to me  
to bring me to Edom the great?  
O God, why hast thou forsaken us now?  
why wilt thou not help us O God?  
Or why no more, as thou used'st of yore,  
wentest thou forth with our armies abroad?  
'Gainst troubles relieve us, & saving health give us,  
vain else is the help of man known;  
So shall we through thee do right valiantly,  
being thou treadest our enemies down.    

PSALM 130.  

Out of the lowest deeps depressed,  
Doubts and dangers great distressed,  
On thy mercy most relying,  
Unto thee, O Lord, with crying,  
Sore with misery enthralled,  
And with sighs and tears I called,  
O hear, hear, O hear, bow down  
Thine ear, attend and hear  
My sighs, my cries, my prayer.  
If thou straight O most Highest,  
What is done amiss descryest,  
Who O Lord can stand before thee?  
But for mercy we adore thee:  
Mercy is with thee declared,  
Mercy that thou mayst be feared,  
O hear, hear, O hear, bow down  
Thine ear, attend and hear  
My voice, my noise, my prayer.  
I have waited Lord upon thee,  
Yea my soul hath waited on thee;  
I have trusted in thy word,  
And my soul waits on the Lord,  
Early ere the watch returning,  
Morning watch, the dawning morning,  
O hear, hear, O hear, bow down  
Thine ear, attend and hear  
My moans, my groans, my prayer,  
Israel wait on the Lord,  
For with him is mercy stored,  
And with his best excellences,  
Great redemption from offences;  
All his sins that Israel saveth,  
And shall ever who so craveth:  
O hear, hear, O hear, 'twixt hopes  
And fears, with sobs and tears,  
My sighs, my cries, my prayer.    

PSALM 150.  

O Praise the Lord in holiness,  
You Saints of his his praise profess,  
Within his Temple fair and trim,  
And firmament of power, praise him  
Praise him in all his noble acts,  
His mightiness and famous facts,  
according to his excellence  
Of greatness, and magnificence,  
Praise him in sound of Trumpets noise,  
Praise him with Lute, and Harps sweet voice,  
Praise him with Cymbals and the like,  
With Tabret, Dances, Strings, and Pipe,  
Praise him in Musics sweetest ground,  
On the well tuned Cymbals sound,  
Praise him with pleasant Madrigals,  
Loud Cymbals and sweet Virginals;  
Let every thing doth life afford,  
Breath out the praises of the Lord.     

A Table of the several Psalms (with the tunes they are set too) in this Book.  
Tune. Psalm. Page. 1. The man of life upright, or a Lancashire tune, or H. Pipe. Thrice blessed. Ps. 1. pa. 1. 2. Q. Dido, or ja. Shore Thine ire Lord. ps. 6. p. 2. 3. Go from my window. O L. our God. ps. 8. p. 3.  In the Lord. ps. 11. p. 4. 4. Walsingham. When that Israel. ps. 114 pag. 31. 5. I sigh as sure. How long withlt. ps. 13. p. 5  Lord within thy. ps. 15. pag. 6. 6. Dulcina. Save me and. ps. 16. p. 7. 7. Barow Faustus dream L. the heavens. ps. 19 p. 8. 8. The Hunter's Career. My shepherd. ps. 23. p. 9 9 The borders of Scotland. Like th' Hart that. ps. 42. pag. 10. " 10. Callaice, or Crimson Velvet. judge my cause. psa. 43. pag. 12. 11. All in a Garden green. All people. ps. 47. p. 13.  Great is the. ps. 48. p. 15. 12. In the Town, or Susan. I did in hart. ps. 122. p. 34.  Why dost. psa. 52. p. 16. 13. The Marigold that opens, or Fortune. Have mercy. ps. 57 p. 17.  O God thou. ps. 60. p. 18. 14. Palmas, or Complain my Lute. Regard O L. ps. 61. p. 19  O God all. ps. 65. p. 21. 15. Fair Angel of England, or Sweet Robin. O Lo. do not. ps. 6. p. 45.  Thou O God ps. 63. p. 20  If the Lord ps. 124. p. 36. 16. Phillis, Hilas, or the fairest Nymph the valleys. O Lord how. ps. 84. p. 22. 17. New So Ho. Firmly for ev. ps. 87. p. 24 18. Queen of Love, or, Underneath the shady. The L. a king. ps. 93. p. 25  The Lo. alone. ps. 97. p. 26  The Lord in. ps. 99 p. 37. 19 Abram awake. Mercy I wil ps. 101. p. 28. 20. Yellow ribbon, or will you be gone. O God my heart. ps. 108 pag●9 ●9 21. jane Shore, or Come sorrow. The Lord unto. ps. ●●0 pag. ●0. 22. The same tune, or Q. Dido. Out of the deeps. ps. 130. pag. ●● 23. Rich Merchant man, or the tune of the 25. Psalm. All nations. ps. ●19. p. ●.  Gloria patri.  All praise, etc. ibid. 24. Moll Sims, or Dulce Maria by Coperario. I lift my eyes. psa. 12● pag. ●●. 25. withers tune, or Puichrior si sit. Up to thee I lift. ps. 123. pag. 35. 26. what if a day. When as the. ps. 136. p. 36 27. The King's tune, or who can blame my woe. As we in Babylon. ps. 137 pag. 38. And the same in Greek and Latin. 28. To the tune of the 148. Psalm. Praise ye the Lord. psal. 150. pag. 39  〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Beatus vir. psal. 1. pag. 42. 29. Tune of the ordinary Psalms, or Rogero, or Ladies fall. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Beatus, O. psal. 128. pag. 43, 44. 30. Daphne. My shepherd. ps. 23. p. 46 31. Earl of Essex funeral Elegy, or O Hone. Out of the lowest deeps. psal. 130. pag. 48. 32. Barbara, or Starry Diana. My heart and my &c. psal. 108. pag. 47. 33. jane Shore, Aeneas, or, The like before etc. O praise the Lord in psal. 150. pag. 49.   

POSTSCRIPT.  
HOwsoever these plain tunes are thus fitted to these Psalms, for the benefit and use of the less skilful, it shall (I hope) be no prejudice to the excellent Musicians of this age, but that at their pleasure they may fit them to more curious and delightful tunes and airs, whether now or anciently devised.   

Errata.  
PAge 3. Line 6. moan, read moans. Page 4. Li. 8. bow, read bows. and line 14. foundation, read foundations. Page 10. line 14. that, read yet. Page 13. line 15. thou, read then. Page 15. line 17. King each, read Kings each one. and line 18. to get her, read together. Page 18. line 24. after and, read as in their aid. Page 20. line 6. praise, read praises. and line 8. daily pay, read duly pay. Page 22. line 29. yeomen, read that men. Page 26. line 3. waves, read voice. Pag. 27. li. 7. lo, read low. Page 29. line 2. for profit, read perfect. and line 19 shroud, read shrouds. Pa. 3● line 14. after might, read that o'er thine enemies all O God. Page 32. line 14. towards, read Is towards. Page 35. line 30. save yet, read save us yet. Page 36. line 10. over soul, read over our soul. Page 37. after line 9 supply this Verse following,  

Turn then O Lord our bondage again,  
Like to the rivers out of the South descending,  
That with their plenty do cover the plain,  
And water the valleys which way soever wending;  
Then, O then, we here shall find  
They that low in sadness,  
Leaving tears and grief behind,  
Reap in joy and gladness,  
Who indeed, with precious seed,  
Went out weeping on the way,  
Turned again, not in vain,  
Bringing home his sheaves with joy.   
FINIS