ENGLAND'S Hallelu-jah. OR, GREAT BRITAIN'S Grateful Retribution, for God's Gracious Benediction.  
In our many and most famous Deliverances, since the halcyon-days of everblessed Queen ELIZABETH, to these present Times.  
Together, with diverse of David's Psalms, according to the French Metre and Measures.  
By I: V:  Psalm, 103.1.2. 
Bless the Lord (o my Soul) and all that is within me, bless his holy Name. Bless the Lord (o my Soul) and forget not All his Benefits.  
Non est dignus dandis,  
Qui non est gratus pro datis.  
¶ Printed at London by The: Purfoot, for Henry Seile, and are to be sold at the Tiger's Head in S. Paul's Churchyard 1631.   

TO THE RIGHT Worshipful his most worthy and highly honoured Friends, Sir Hugh Hamersley Knight, and Mr. Alderman Parkburst, Two of the principal Governors of christs-hospital; I: V: wisheth the Kingdom of Grace here, and the Kingdom of Glory hereafter.  
THis Poem (Right Wor:) being intended as a promoveing Spur and incitement to that most excellent and amiable duty of Gratitude, of which, sweetly sayeth St. Augustine, Quid melius animo geramus, aut ore promamus, an't calamo pingamus, quam Graetias? Hoc, nil brevius dici, nil suavius andiri, nec fructuosius ab bominibus agi potest. What (says He) can we better bear in our mind, or utter with our tongue, or setforth with our pen? than Thanksgiving: a man can speak nothing more succinct, hear nothing more sweet, nor do any thing more advantageous, than This of Thankfulness. ay, therefore (most worthy Sirs) knowing myself deeply indebted to your Worships for many former Favours and continued Courtesies towards me, was duly incited yea stimulated to apprehend this fit and fair opportunity to intimate my long obliged Gratitude, by an humble Dedication of this small Symbol of my sincere Thankfulness to your good Worships. Which (had not the malignity of the Times prohibited) was intended for the year of your, as pious as prudent honourable Mayoralty of this City, whose Gates, at this day, do bless you (as jerusalem's did good Nehemiah; Nehem: the 13.22.) for your (then) honourable and godly care of the Lords sacred Sabbath. Accept (worthy Sirs) I humbly pray you, This poor Presentation of my obliged service (now) for, though it comes lately, yet it comes loyally; and from his heart, who, in all due and true observance desires most respectively to Rest.  
Your good Worships, ever to be commanded, john Vicars.   

To the Christian Reader.  
Such (good Reader) are the Crimes  
Of these graceless, gratelesse Times,  
Such, man's gross Ingratitude,  
For God's mercies multitude:  
So forgetful of his Kindness,  
So possessed with carnal Blindness,  
That we need, King Phillips-Boy,  
Every morning to employ:  
At the Door of each man's Heart,  
To perform th' Aduisers' part,  
Long, and loud, and oft to cry,  
Man, Remember God on high.  
ay, considering This great Need,  
And, how few, thereto proceed;  
Have (for want of One more fit,)  
Boldly undertaken It:  
Even a Monitour to be  
To the Soul of Thee and Me,  
Daily, duly to repeat,  
Past, and Present Mercies great;  
Counting it the Queen of Labours  
To re-count Gods boundless Favours▪  
Wherein, if Thou give consent,  
I enjoy my Hearts content,  
I obtain what I desire,  
Having kindled This blessed Fire:  
Which, thus, kindled, o I pray  
It may never dye, decay,  
But, burne-forth, with Zeals bright Flame  
To the Praise of God's great Name:  
This, This only, seeks and prays  
He, that truly rests, always.  
Thine in the Lord jesus, john Vicars.   

TO HIS SINGULAR good Cousin MR. JOHN VICARS. The most praiseworthy Author OF England's Hallelu-jah.  

THese Lines and Lays, once, twice, 
* De●repetita placebunt▪  again, o're-read,  
Refreshed my Soul, and ravished have, my Heart;  
So great Content and Comfort, in Me, bred,  
I could not choose, but to your-se●fe, impart:  
They have Me changed, for once, & made me Poet,  
Your Muse, Noughtels, that I do know, could do it.   

I'll Say in Prose, what you do Sing in Verse  
Most Christianly; The Lord is to be praised;  
And in a homespun Speech, I'll still rehearse,  
What you most sweetly, sound, here, have phrased.  
In this Angelic Song, a part I Love;  
And though I say't but Here, I'll Sing't 
* Revel cap, 19 verse 1.  Above.   
Thomas Vicars. B: D:   

England's Hallelu-jah.  

1.  
MY thankful heart and hand do undertake  
To write, indite, some holy heavenly Song;  
Some sacred Song of Love and Land to make  
Which may to England's Lord alone belong:  
O that my Pen were prompt as that sweet writers,  
That sacred, sugared, Kingly Praise-Inditers!   

2.  
O, everliving, everloving, Lord,  
Father of Mercies, Fountain of all Grace;  
Whose noble Name and Fame, Heaven, Earth, record  
Glorious in Heaven, in Earth, in every Place:  
Who art far fairer in thy beauteous praise,  
Than is the Sun, in all his brightest rays.   

3.  
Thou art most glorious in the World's Creation,  
Wherein are various Works of wonder shown;  
But, much more glorious in Man's Restauration, 
God's Me●cies.   
Wherein was Mercies-Miracle well known:  
Thy works (o Lord) indeed are wondrous great,  
But yet, thy Mercies must have supreme seat.   

4.  
The Heavens declare thy handy- works, o Lord,  

1. To Man.  The Earth is full of Creatures admirable;  
The Sea, a Sea of Wonders doth afford,  
Full fraught with Fishes, huge, innumerable;  
But yet thy Love to Man amongst them all,  
I justly most admire, and ever shall.   

5.  
Man, out of Dust (base dust) at first created,  
Yet after thy blessed Image, blestly made;  
Man, Lord of all thy Creatures ordinated,  
Man, by them all, in Earth, Aire, Sea, obeyed:  
Yet, Man, by Pride and Hell's malignity,  
Depraved of Bliss, Deprived of's Royalty.   

6.  
To Man, much blessed, in his pure Generation,  
To Man, most cursed, in his Degenerous-case;  

2. To the elect in general.  To Man, best blessed, in his Re-generation,  
By Christ, Man's sole Peacemaker, Spring of Grace:  
To Man (I say) and of all Men, to Those,  
Whom, He, by Faith, to be his Flock hath chose.   

7.  
And, of all These, to Us his Little-flocke,  
To Us (I say) his English-Israelites;  

3. To us of England in particular.  To Us, engrafted, on, old Israel's stock,  
And to Our Land of Goshen; whom the frights  
Of foreign Foes and homebred Enemies,  
By force and fraud, have, oft, sought to surprise.   

8.  
Thy Love (o Lord) I say, to Our poor Nation,  
Beside Spirituall-Graces, largely given;  
Thy Word and Sacraments, Food of Salvation,  
The best Highway for us to walk to Heaven:  
Thy many Temporal Protections great,  
From all the dangers, which fell Foes did threat.   

9  
From all the Terrors of our Foes without us  
From all the Horrors of our Foes within;  
From all that rose against us, round about us,  
From Truth, to Error, us to work and win:  
This thy great Love, our great Deliverance,  
This, would my grateful Voice and Verse advance,   

10.  
That (maugre all the might and spite of Spain,  
And Antichristian Balaam of Rome,) 
Balaam of Rome.   
Thou hast and wilt thy Churches right maintain,  
And turn Rome's Curses to her own dire doom:  
Blessing, whom he would Curse, crossing the hate,  
Of Spain's proud Amalecke, that Scourge of State. 
Amalecke of Spain●▪    

11.  
And, as hard hearted Pharaoh and his Train,  
In Egypt, by God's fearful Plagues, oft, smarted;  
But, still his Goodness Goshen did sustain:  
And to his people Light and Love imparted:  
Propping, protecting These with sweet aspection,  
Cropping, Correcting Those, with foul infection.   

12.  
Even so proud-hearted Antichrist of Rome,  
And ●is Crown-thirsting Paramour of Spain,  
Heavens, just displeasure hath with heavy doom  
Oft, foiled, spoilt, with their impious Train:  
Our English-Goshen being still protected,  
Such was his Goodness, So, he us affected.   

13.  
Witness, o ever witness, may those days,  
Those Malcyon-Dayes of sweet Eliza's Reign;  
Eliza, worthy England's endless praise, 
Queen●●lizabeth▪   
That Friend to Faith, That Scourge to Rome, & Spain:  
All present, past, and future Age's Glory,  
Worthy prime Place and Grace in dateless Story.   

14.  
By whom, the Lord so many wonders wrought,  
To whom the Lord so great deliverance gave;  
For whom in their own Snares her Foes he caught,  
In whom his Church (poor Church) he oft did save:  
By wondrous, glorious, world-admired protection,  
Such was to Hircius and Hers, Heavens firm affection.   

15.  
Witness (I say) the Treasons oft contrived  

Bishop of Chi●●ester in his Thankful Remembrance.  By Westmoreland, Northumberland, and Pool;  
Stukely, and f●lse Mendoza; yet none thrived,  
For Heaven did see, and smile, and Them befool;  
That impious person Parsons, Irish- Sanders,  
Campian, Rome's Champion, All full fraught with slander▪   

16.  

Troops of Traitors.  Creitons' Torne-Papers, Allines impudence,  
Englefields Plott, and Rosses enterprise,  
Parries pernicious practised Jnsolence,  
Savages savage plotted Villainies:  
Babingtons' barbarous Treason, Percies Spleen,  
And jewish Lopez, All to kill That Queen.   

17.  
Throgmorton, Stafford, Stanley, and Tyrone,  
Implacable Conspirators, were, All;  
Like Sampsons' Foxes tied by th' Tails in One,  
All ran like Firebrands fierce to work the fall  
Of that rare Queen, Christ's Church to ruinate,  
As Reverend Carleton sweetly doth relate.   

18.  
Some sought and wrought, with Poisons, Pistols fierce,  

Rome's Rhetoric.  With Daggers, Daggs, and such like Instruments;  
Her harmless Heart injuriously to pierce,  
Some by Rebellions aimed at foul Intents:  
All aimed, amiss, and All did miss the White,  
And Law and Vengeance paid them All their right.   

19  
But, if you'll see, Sisera's Pride at height  
Against that English Deborah most sweet;  
And how the Lords strong Arm did for Her fight, 
Spain's Armado. 1588.   
Behold it in his Eighty-Eights great Fleet:  
His great Armado, ships most huge and tall,  
Which, He, Invincible did fond call.   

20.  
This Fleet did float upon our English Seas,  
With This, he had even swallowed up, in hope,  
Our Albion's Island, Nothing, Les●e, could please  
The hungry Appetites of Spain and Pope:  
And This fierce Force, and factious Parts within,  
Promised, assu●'d, they should the Conquest win.   

21.  
Thus Philip having with insulting Pride,  
On every part, beset us with his power;  
Gaping (but fond gaping) every tide,  
Our Lives and Lands like Quicksands to devour:  
Even then, the Wooden-walles of Jericho,  
The breath and blast of God's wrath down did blow.   

22.  
Then did the Lord, arise a Lord of Hosts,  
And all our Foes disperse and dissipate,  
Then did he drench and drown their Spanish boasts, 
Mr. Wardes Difflo, Dissipo.   
And to us did their Captains captivate:  
The raging waves their ships did sink and batter,  
And all their formidable Forces scatter.   

23.  
Then was our England's Deborah most dear,  
(By God's all-potent power, all-patent Grace)  
Made most triumphant over foes and fear,  
Heaven did from Hircius, proud Sisera quite chase:  
The stars in order, winds, waves, seemed to fight,  
To vindicate her Innocence and Right.   

24.  
Thus, for that time, th' insatiate thirst of Spain,  
Was quenched, to his cost and high disgrace;  
Most of his mighty ships spoiled, sunk and ta'en,  
Those that escaped, crept home in shameful case:  
But spite of Homebred Traitors, foreign Foes,  
Eliza lived and died a fragrant Rose.   

25.  
This was the Lord; Let thankful hearts declare it,  
For, 'tis exceeding wondrous in our Ears;  
That year of Eighty-Eight, o never spare it,  
To blaze the praise of That year, all thy years:  
Let English Isre'll, sing and say all ways,  
Not unto us, but to the Lord be praise.   

26.  
But, what? had Rome's inveterate spite and spleen  

King james.  An End, with sweet Eliza's blessed End?  
Oh no: King james succeeding that fair Queen,  
Against Him, they their Plots again did bend:  
The Cause continuing works the same Effect,  
And Spain and Rome their Dagon must erect.   

27.  
Then, for th' advancement of their Cath'like-Cause,  
Rome's apish Popish Priests are firebrands, first,  

Watson and Clarke.  Watson and Clarke, encourage, with applause,  
A Romish-proiect, Treason most accursed:  
But, if you'll see a Map of All, in One,  
Look on their Pouder-Plot, oh There 'tis shown.   

28.  
A Plott of Treason, hatched, first, in Hell,  

The Papists Pouder-Plott. 1605 No. 5.  I mean the Hell of Romish Heart's most base;  
Bred and brought forth, by Men, like furies fell,  
Incarnate Devils, only Men in face:  
Nourished, and cherished, by Rome's Man of Sin,  
By Whom, all Treason's End or else Begin.   

29.  
A Treason 'twas, transcending all compare,  
Though True, yet Strange to all Posterity;  
Such, as whose fullness, foulness to declare,  
Would seem t' exceed the bounds of Verity:  
Yea, no true story from Earth's first Creation,  
Could ere relate so cursed a Conjuration.   

30.  
A Priest was Provost in this foul design,  
Hellish incarnate Garnet, this was He;  
He prompts, provokes, The Earth to undermine, 
Garnet the Jesuit.   
And with Gunpowder, then, It, stuffed must be:  
Wherewith, King, Queen, Prince, Prophets, Peers, & All,  
Should with One Blow, have had One fatal fall.   

31.  
The mixture of Nocents with Innocents',  
Would nought avail; All should have drunk One Cup;  
High, Low, Rich, Poor, None were impediments, 
Nocents & Innocents'.   
With Powder, All, at Once had been Blown up:  
Hearts worse than Nero's, void of mercy quite,  
Whole Kingdom's Heads, at One stroke, off to smite.   

32.  
But our supernal Isre'ls Shepherd good,  
Who never sleeps nor slumbers o'er his flock,  
Close by us (by his Providence) then, stood;  
He sat, and saw, and smiled, and them did mock:  
Turning the Counsel of Achitophel,  
Into mad Folley, Folly fetched from Hell.   

33.  
And, in the Snare, which they for us had made,  
Perillus-like, Themselves were justly snared;  
Our Souls did by God's goodness, safe evade,  
Whilst They, amongst themselves, their mischief shared:  
Haman, and all his Popish impious Fellows,  
Were hanged, All, upon their own high Gallows.   

34.  
Oh here were Work for endless Meditation,  
To make the thankful Heart break forth in Praise;  
With fire of zeal and holy exultation,  
To live, to love, ●nd laud the Lord always:  
His endless, boundless Goodness to proclaim,  
And cause our children's Children do the same.   

35.  
But yet, o English heart, go one with me,  
And taste and see that God was yet more gracious;  
His never-emptied Hands still forward, free,  
To fill thy Soul, with blessings, specious, spacious:  

Blackfriars.  To leave Blackfriars fatal fearful doom,  
A Type of Justice on the Rabble of Rome.   

36.  
Whose circumstances, (yet) considered right,  
May justly move us to admire the Lord,  
In all his works of wonder, grace and might,  
And matter of much thankfulness afford:  
To see Rome's forward Pride and Impudence,  
By Gods own Hand, receive due recompense.   

37.  
Novembers 5t. with Us, Their Pouder-Plott;  

Memorable Notes.  Novembers 5t. with Them, Their Fatal Fall:  
In This, or Plott or Powder, there was not,  

No Powder. No Plot.  In This and That, GOD'S Finger seen to All:  
This to disgrace, That, to destroy our Church,  
But in Them Both, Heaven left them in the Lurch.   

38.  
In That, They sought our guiltless blood to spill,  
But We escaped and They were paid with Blood;  
In This, Themselves were Authors of their ill,  
Whiles They, our Gods and Nations Laws withstood:  
Their woeful Ends, I meddle not withal,  
For, Both, did to their Mr. stand or fall.   

39  
But, leaving Them (I say) to God most just,  
And yet most gracious, to true Penitents;  
I, yet a little farther lead thee must,  
To see God's Love, in yet more large extents:  
That so thy, Heart, with David's may say well,  
Truly the Lord is good to Israel.   

40.  
O whosoe'er had (not long since) but eyed,  
Of True Religion, the strange tottering state; 
1623.   
How Hollow Hearts (amongst us) swam with the tide,  
How Popish Priests durst boldly to us prate: 
Romish Foxes came out of their Holes.   
Out-beard, outbrave us, yea and to our face  
Contest, contend, Christ's Gospel to disgrace.   

41.  
Who ere (I say) did This, then see, did say,  
Or (at least) Fear, Religion was nigh dead;  
That all her Beauty, almost buried lay,  
Romish Recusants had got such a Head:  
And, quite (all most) to let Hope's Life-blood out,  
See, what, it pleased the Lord to bring about.   

42.  
Our (then) Prince Charles, our staff of future joy,  
Now, under God, the Crown of our Content; 
Prince Charles in Spain.   
Unto our sudden, All-supposed annoy,  
From Albion fair, to black Iberia went:  
Our Day was darkened with the Fogs of Spain,  
〈◊〉 quite disheartened, till it cleared again.   

43.  
Our Pearl of peerless price, was locked up fast,  
In a polluted Cabinet, too-sure;  
Over our Sun, a Spanish Cloud was cast,  
Which did our English Light, delight, obscure:  
(Under pretext of a mis-matched Match)  
Till Matchivill of Rome and Spain could hatch   

44.  
Could hatch (Isay) their Eggs of Policy,  
To wind and bind to Theirs, Our Church and State;  
To weave Their Web of Europe's Monarchy,  
Wherein, They (then) seemed workmen fortunate,  
So cunningly They had contrived each thing,  
That Hope and Hap, seemed Both, to Crown them King.   

45.  
Spain's 
* As, one most wittily did Anagra matize on the Name of Gondamore  Roman Dog, that sly Fox-Populj,  
With Craft, lay close, his Eggs to heat and hatch;  
His M ●, on Ambition's Horse, did high,  
No less, than our Great Britain's Crown to catch:  
But, when This thought himself safe set i'th' Saddle,  
His haste, made waste, Tother's Eggs All, proved addle.   

46.  

God's Goodness and Wisdom over-matched Machivil of Spain.  Our God, (good God) Those Machivillians great,  
In their own Counsels, strangely did besot;  
His love to us, made them, themselves to cheat,  
What they had got, they stupidly forgot;  
What they so long did long for, thirst, affect,  
Then, put upon them, they did slight, neglect.   

47.  
O, here, I cannot, but admire, adore,  
The wondrous Wisdom of the Lord, alone;  
Oh, here, I may not easily passe-ore,  
The Contemplation of God's mercy shown  
To England, happy England, in This Act  
Of Mercy, wherein, Many are compact.   

48.  
For, first, Had Spain, like Saul, his Micholl wedded  

Saul's Michol, Spain's Infanta.  To our dear David, We had wedded been  
To many Woes, of All-Wisemen (then) dreaded,  
By false feigned Friends, mere Foes, without, within:  
What might That Saul have cared t'have spared a Daughter?  
Whereby he thought t'hau● wrought good David's slaughter.   

49.  
Some Troian-Horse, by Spain's Pelasgan Art,  
With sacred show, our Kingdom might have entered;  
A Spanish Fleet (at least) t'vphold the part,  
Of urged Reformation had been ventured:  
A Fleet (I say) full fraught with armed protection,  
To bring the Puritans to due subjection.   

50.  
Again, had Spain ne'er meant to make the Match,  
(As that's most sure) yet, had they still protracted,  
Protested, vowed, advantage (still) to watch,  
(Which part they oft have finely, falsely, acted)  
With sly delays, t'have wyer-drawne their wiles;  
What might they not have wrought on us, the while?   

51.  
Might they not, thus (at least) have bound our hands,  
From least assistance to our Neighbour-Friends;  
Till they had overrun the Netherlands,  
And every where obtained their proud Ends:  
Whilst we (alas) stood looking at all This,  
And, in Them, saw, for Us, Rods laid in piss.   

52.  
Oh then, that royal King and Queen of Hearts,  
Bohemiaes' Princely Pair and pleasant Plants,  
Had found Afflictions added to their smarts▪  
Had then been drowned in helpless woes and wants:  
Had been a prey fit for those hungry jaws,  
●hich, long, had gaped to gripe them in their Paws.   

53.  
Then, oh than had Religion restlessely,  
And helpelessely, yea hopelessely been baited; 
Venatio Catholica.   
Then Edom's Sons had raised a cruel Cry,  
Like bloody Bloodhounds undefatigated:  
‛ Down with it, down with it, even to the ground, 
Psalm 13●   
‛ ●et no memorial of it, ere, be found.   

54.  
But see, oh see, how our good God arose,  
Like a most glorious Sun with gracious Rays;  
At whose uprise, that monstrous Cloud of woes,  
Was quite dispelled, dispersed; And to Heaven's praise,  
Those threatened storms of Spain's, Rome's Rain & thunder,  
Were turned into a Calm to our great wonder.   


Prince Charles returned out of Spain.  55.  
For why, God's Love, led, yea pull'd-forth our Prince,  
From Spain's foul Fogs: So that our Sun most fair  
Hath clearly, cheerly, on us, ever since  
Shined, and shutout all our deep despair:  
Suddenly, sweetly, to our admiration,  
He came to us, to our Heart's exultation.   

56.  
He came, came safely, yea, he solely came,  
Solely (I say) free from all Spanish voake;  
Yea, which is most and best, (blessed be God's name)  
He came untainted of least smell of smoke,  
Of Romish, Spanish Coals of Heresy,  
God's Grace did guide, guard, his Sincerity.   

57  

The Prince in Spain. joseph in Egypt.  Yea, He (with joseph) seemed to before-sent,  
Into That Egypt by his God and King;  
Those many growing Mischiefs to prevent,  
Which through all Europe, rank began to s●ring:  
To shield us from a Famine, not of Bread,  
But of God's Word, which most men, most did dread.   

58.  
For why? Rome's S●uen Lanke-Headed hungry Beast,  
Hungering for Blood, yea Blood of God's blessed Saints;  
Had his devouring Rage, so much increased,  
And our fair Peace brought to so hard constraints,  
That all our former Full-felicity,  
Was nigh devoured, throughout all Germany▪   

59  
But, as I said, What our false fears of strife,  
Like Joseph's Brethren, did misterm, mistake;  
And what Spain, Rome, like Potiphars' base Wife, 
Spain and Rome, Potipha●s Wife.   
Wrought on good Joseph, spoil of him to make:  
That did the Lord convert to our great good,  
And well he went, as than our Cases stood.   

60.  
Oh England, England, What canst Thou repay?  
What Retribution hast Thou for thy God?  
Thy God, who, Thus, hath been thy staff and stay,  
And freed Thee, thus, from Spanish, Romish, Rod:  
From cruel Men, which are God's Sword, indeed,  
Whose Mercies are but Mischiefs bloody Seed.   

61.  
O what canst thou to God, thy God, repay?  
Which wondrously, Life out of Death hath brought;  
Light out of Darkness, from black Night, bright Day,  
Which from such Bondage, hath such Freedom wrought:  
Which hath thy stooping, drooping, Heart revived,  
And of their impious Ends thy Foes deprived.   

62.  
A thankful Heart, God's mercies oft to mind,  
A thankful Tongue to preach abroad his praise; 
A triple, true Thanksgiving.   
A helpful Hand, to his poor Members kind,  
This triple-Tye, is All; yea, This, always,  
He most expects, he best respects, requires,  
This pays all Debts, This props all new desire's.   

63.  
With holy David, thankfully to take  
The Cup of Saving Health, to bless the Lord;  
Recital, is Requital thou must make,  
His many Mercies, to recount, record:  
Yea, All his Blessings, oft, to ruminate,  
Is thy best means, Then to remunerate.   

64.  
But, how unthankful, England, hast Thou been,  
For These, all these, God's Mercies unto Thee?  

England's Ingratitude.  Amongst thy many others, This One Sin,  
Of gross Ingratitude, may justly be  
A woeful witness, how thou hast neglected,  
Thy God, and all his Goodness, disrespected.   

65.  
How bruitishlie, how like a sottish Swine.  
Hast thou, the Acorns of God's mercies free,  

Simile.  Most rudely rauened up, ne'er cast thy Eyes,  
Up to the Oak of Grace, Lifegiving Tree:  
Of God's mere Mercy, Bounty, whence alone  
All these great Goods, like Floods, have to thee flown   

66.  
Howfarre unlike the little Chicken, grateful,  

Another.  Which, every drop it drinks, looks up to Heaven,  
As if, by Nature, taught to hold most hateful,  
Ingratitude, even for least Blessings given:  
But Thou, than any Creature, more unkind,  
Gods many, mighty Gifts, blot'st out of mind.   

67.  
For, whereas He hath Loaded Thee with Love,  
(Witness those wondrous Mercies, pre-recited)  
Plenteously poured, showered from Above,  
Only because his Love in thee delighted:  
Yet Thou, thy Lord hast Loadèd with thy Crimes,  
With Sins transcending Those of elder Times.   

68  
And, as himself, b●'s Prophet doth complain,  

Amos 2.13.  He, like a Cart, pressed down with she●ues of Corn:  
Long time, hath scarce been able to sustain  
The weight of thy innumerous sins forborn;  
Forborn (I say) with wondrous patience,  
Not laying on thee Sins due recompense.   

69.  
With such paternal Longanimity,  
Each day, week, month, yea Year by year expecting  
Thy due Conversion, with Sincerity,  
Thy Souls salvation Fatherlike affecting:  
But all in vain his gracious expectation  
Was frustrate still, by thy ill provocation.   

70.  
So that (as by another Prophet, He,  
Protests) He is most weary of Repenting; 
●eremie 15.6.   
And can, no longer, linger, patient be,  
From strict, exact, judicial, Conuenting  
Of England and her Sons foul sins before him,  
Who thus forgot, for's Goodness to adore him.   

71.  
And since the Music, of his mercies sweet,  
Could neither thy dull Heart, nor deaf Ears charm;  
To cause thee with due Laud his Love to greet,  
And so prevent, th' event of future harm:  
Therefore the Thunder of his judgements fierce,  
He now doth vow, thy Heart shall plague and pierce.   

72.  
His prudent justice therefore thought not fit,  
To Cockney or to Cocker thee in Sin;  
With too indulgent Silence, still, to sit,  
But now to judge thee justly will begin:  
For strokes of Love, to give thee stripes of wo● ',  
To make thy Cup with bitterness o'erflow.   

73.  
Which, how effectually it came to pass,  
Oh London, London, Thou canst witness be; 
The las● great Plague.   
When thy incensed God did (late) alas,  
With a fierce Plague, in justice vifite thee:  
Thy Beauty into Baldness quickly turning,  
Sweet tunes into sad tones; Mirth into mourning   

74.  
If ever jeremy's loud Lamentation,  
For Captivated Salems' piteous plight,  

London's lamentable Estate.  ●id, in a City, find equiparation,  
Were personated, pattern'd-out, most right:  
Oh then, who Salems' sorrow heard or knew,  
Might thereby London's loud Lament view.   

75.  
London, I say, which (as jerusalem)  
Was Queen and Lady of all other Cities;  
Great Britain's Pride and precious Diadem,  
A Subject fit for Panegyricke Ditties:  
This fair Metropolis, object of Eyes,  
Abject, by sin, filled with sad Elegies.   

76.  
How didst thou London, solitary sit,  
Whi●h formerly with people full wast filled?  
How didst thou London, sadly Widow it,  
Who wast of Provinces, the Princess held?  
How didst thou wail all day, weep sore all night,  
Both night and day thy Cheeks with tears bedight   

77.  
Yea, how wast thou, by thine own Sons forsaken,  
How were thy neighbouring Friends become thy Foes?  
By frights and fears how wast thou overtaken?  
Oh how hadst thou want added to thy woes:  
At home, by Epidemicke Plague, infected,  
Abroad, b' unhospitable Friends neglected.   

78.  
Thy Gates and Streets most desolately left,  
God's fierce Destroying Angel smiting dead;  
Whereby were Thousands of their lives bereft,  
Thy Priests and People from thee frighted, fled,  
Thy Priests (I say) whose piety and Pity  
Should have redressed, and dressed thy wounded City.   

79.  
But These and Those like heartless Hearts were fled,  
Spiritual Plastures, Pastures thee denying;  
Nothing more heard than Knells of Bells for Dead,  
And cries of Watery-Eyes for friends a dying:  
For Friends, yea Fathers, whom they durst not see,  
Nor, as they would or should, assistant be.   

80.  
Oh, who is able rightly to relate,  
Thy sad thy bad condition to condole;  
When Death-Tryumphant sat in Chair of State,  
When his Dead-wounding Weapon, Sick and whole;  
Yea Poor and Rich did to the Grave annexe,  
Without distinction of or Age or Sex.   

81.  
When nought was heard, but loud alarms for death,  
When nought was seen but Trophies of his Spoils  
When nought was felt or found but stifled breath  
To put a period to lives restless Toils:  
When all our Gallants-Coaches gave large room  
For ghastly-Coarses passage to the Tomb.   

82.  
When Tombs into wide-gaping Pitts were turned,  
When wearing-Cloathes were Coffins made for many; 
Bishop Hall in his Sermon of Thanksgiving.   
When Parents, Children, young men, Maids, All mourned,  
When All were frighted, free from Fear not Any:  
Whenas, instead of Signs, each House's door  
A Red-Crosse and a Mournefull-Motto wore.   

83.  
When buried Bodies in their Beds of Clay,  
Were piled-up on heaps, like Fagot-stackes;  
Where All they mingle, None they single lay,  
Yea, some Dead Corpse due dormitory lacks:  
When None survived, but might with David say  
Thousands, Ten Thousands, Dead about him lay.   

84.  
When thus (I say) thy City populous,  
By that fierce Epidemical destruction,  
Wa● made, all most, a Desert ruinous;  
A Golgotha, a Chaos o● Corruption:  
When passions and Compassions reluctation,  
Was tenter'd-vp to highest aggravation.   

85.  
When these, all these, yea more than these mishaps  
Came flocking, fl●wing, flying, round about thee;  
Besides, worse fears, of yet-worse After claps,  
When horrors, terrors, were within, without thee:  
When ●uery minute, every Man did look,  
From hopeless Life, to be soon snatched and took.   

86.  
The●, oh, even then, London, like Niniveh,  
In ●able Sackcloth, sobbing, sighing, sat;  
In Fasts and Prayers▪ a loud to Heaven did cry,  
Wi●h conscious Consternation falling flat:  
With ●●e Submission, true Contrition bending,  
And up to Heaven, her pressed petitions sending.   

87.  
And Then, even then, o see, and to admire,  
The wondrous mercy of our Lord of Love;  
〈◊〉 didst th●u supplicate, desire,  
Me●●y and gracious pardon from above;  
Nay, sooner than thou calldst, He, answer gave,  
And while thouspak'st, He heard and did thee save.   

88  
Yea, He was found of Thee that soughtest Him not,  
He ran to thee, who from him fast didst fly;  
He minded thee, though thou hadst him forgot,  
And though thou wouldst not, cured thy Malady:  
Yea, though thou Him prouoked'st to his face,  
Yet, He prevented Thee, with his good Grace.   

89.  
'Twas not thy Fasts (faint Fasts) that he respected,  
'Twas not thy hollow, half- Humiliation;  
To be, a day or two, in Soul, dejected,  
Or, rather, seeming so, for ostentation:  
In Sackcloth sadly, down thyself to spread,  
Or like a Bulrush to hang-downe thy Head.   

90.  
Was This the Fast, which God of Thee would have?  
Was This the humble-contrite Heart he asked?  
Was This the true Repentance God did crave?  
Oh no: yet, under Onely-This, was masked  
Thy seeming sorrow, weak Humiliation,  
Yea, in the midst of This, much Provocation.   

91.  
So, that the Lord, This just complaint might make,  
Of Us, and our best Acts iniquity;  
Oh England, what should I do for thy sake? 
Hosea 6.4.   
Oh London, what could I do more, for thee?  
Thy Goodness being, but like Clouds i'th' day  
Or Mornings-dew, which passeth soon away.   

92.  
Oh 'twas the Lord's mere Mercy plenteous,  
That We, all we, were not consumed quite;  
Because his sweet Compassions fail not Us,  
But, are renewed, eved every Morn and Night:  
For, when we call, or Cry, he hears us straight,  
Yea, He on our Repentance (oft) doth wait.   

93.  
Oh Lord, though our perverse Iniquities,  
Our great Transgressions, against us testify;  
Though our Back-slidings, foul deformities 
Lamenta●● 22.23.   
Are grown unto strange multiplicity;  
Yet, for thy Names-sake thou hast mercy shown,  
In time of trouble, We thy Truth have known.   

94.  
Thou, that acceptedst ahab's feigned Submission,  
Thou that e●en pittiedst Hypocrites false Fears;  
Hast kindly taken our but mean Contrition,  
And botled-up our few, unworthy Tears:  
Thou, Israels-Keeper, steadfast Hope most kind,  
To do us good, hast had us still in mind.   

95.  
If, what Benhadads' Servants said, was true,  

1 Kings 20.31.  That Israells' Kings, were kind and gracious Kings;  
How much more sure, canst Thou both say and show,  
That from Heavens-king, All Grace and Goodness springs,  
Our Isr'ells' King, That he's most kind and sweet,  
When Sinners, Him, with true Repentance meet.   

96.  
Witness, and ever witness may That love,  
Th●t wondrous Love of His, to Thee (late) known  
That most admired Mercy from above,  
To London, lately lovely, seen and shown:  
To thee o London, in thy woeful state,  
When Death and Dearth sought Thee to ruinate.   

97.  
When suddenly, beyond all expectation,  
The Lord in Love, did look upon thy woe;  
And to his Glory and thy Admiration,  
Th'ore flowing Floodgates of his Grace let-goe:  
Whereby full Streams of mercy issued out  
And soon refreshed thy City round about.   

98.  

The wonder full anasedaine ceasing of the Plague.  Whereby (I say) thy weekly Thousands were  
Brought down to Hundreds, Hundreds, brought to Ten;  
Thy Ten, to One, thy One to None, thy Fear,  
To safe Security was turned, and Then;  
For Mourning, thou hadst Mirth, for sorrow, Joy,  
For Sickness, Health, sweet Solace for Annoy.   

99  
Thy Streets, were then repeopled and replenished,  
And Girls and Boys within thy Walls re-sporting; 
Z●cha. 8.5   
Thy tears dry'd-vp, thy fears were from thee banished,  
Thy late fled-Sonnes and Daughters home resorting:  
To their long-hoped Homes flocking amain.  
Thy Houses, yea Gods Houses, filled again.   

100 
Zacha. 8.15   
Then thy sad Fasts into glad Feasts were turned,  
Thy City fraught with Her Inhabitants;  
Then, Joy possessed the Hearts of those that mourned,  
Plenty supplied the place of woeful wants:  
This was the Lord, and 'ttwas most admirable,  
This was our God, whose Mercies are most stable.   

101.  
Nay, yet a little stay and stand amazed,  
In admiration of more Mercy, yet;  
Wherein the Lord is, yet, more to be praised,  
For (yet) another wondrous Benefit:  
Wherein we may most visibly perceive,  
God leaves not giving, till to ask we leave.   

102. 
England still vngra●full.   
But first, (oh and 'tis worst) consider well,  
How well, thou England didst requite thy God?  
Whose Grace, whose Goodness, thus did flow, excel,  
So soon, so sweetly laying by his Rod:  
Didst thou requite Him as he merited?  
Waste thou made better, humbler-spirited?   

103.  
Nay didst thou not (Back-sliding England) rather  
rebelliously back to thy Vomit hasten?  
Didst thou not seem to recollect and gather,  
More strength, thyself to Sin more firm to fasten:  
And like the Snake late f●stred at the fire,  
Hast festered All, and re-incensed God's Ire.   

104.  
And since thy Heart grew so obdurate, hard,  
That Pharao-like nought but the Rod could tame thee;  
That thy late pricking Plague thou'dst not regard,  
That neither Words, nor Wounds would yet ●e-clame●t  
That nothing could thy hard heart mollify,  
But thou grew'st worse and worse rebelliously.   

105.  
Since thou thyself, thy Sins wouldst not bewail,  
And we● thy Heart, and weep thy part in tears;  
But wouldst by Sin, thyself, thy Soul assail,  
And block it up, with black affrighting Fears:  
Such Fears therefore forthwith upon thee came,  
As able were a stoutest Heart to tame.   

106.  

Famine feared.  A Fear (I say) of Famines scarefull Fangs,  
Of piercing Death, by pining Dearth made haste;  
With macerating, fierce and pinching pangs,  
Our Sins fat fullness, foulness, to lay waste:  
Their Provender from pampered Colts to take,  
More tame and tractable them th●s to make.   

107.  

Mighty & ●n●essant Showers of ●ai●. ●.  God, to this End, did send upon the Earth,  
Such sad, incessant Showers unseasonable,  
Whose rainey Influence did menace Dearth,  
And (for our Sins, unkind, unreasonable)  
Did pour upon our Corne-fields most fair,  
Fierce frequent Floods their beauty to impair.   

108.  
Wherewith they (waxing to the Harvest white,  
And almost ri●e and ready for the Sickle)  
Were, all, so drenched, nigh drowned (a piteous sight)  
With Heaven-shed-teares, which did in streams downet●  
That our glad Hope of Harvest justly left us,  
Sad Fear of Famine, thereof quite bereft us.   

109.  
A dreaded Deluge, on us therefore growing,  
And we with doubtful Danger all-su●rounded;  
Huge Showers of Rain from th' angry Heavens flowing,  
And all our Grain with Rain like to be drowned:  
Then, not till then our heart the Rods smart felt,  
Our Rockey-hearts, then into tears 'gan melt.   

110.  
Then like stiffnecked Israel we did stoop,  
Then our distress forced us to cry and call;  
Then sighs and sorrows made us drop and droop,  
Then were we humbled and did humbly fall  
Before God's Footstool, at his Mercy-seat,  
And weep and wail for our offences great.   

111.  
Yea, then (I say) our King religiously  
Published, proclaimed a Fast throughout the Land; 
A general Public Fast.   
Then, All were ordered in Humility,  
With broken-hearts before the Lord to stand:  
Mercy to crave and Reconciliation,  
On true Repentance and due Reformation.   

112.  
And see (oh see and never cease t' admire)  
Gods infinite, ineffable compassion;  
Readier to give, than we are to desire,  
Yea, even upon appearance, shape and fashion  
Of Penitence, Humility, and Fear,  
See, see how soon, He lends and bends his ear.   

113.  
No sooner did our Grief, his Grace entreat,  
No sooner did we, prostrate, promise make,  
Sin to forsake, but He, in mercy great,  
His Wrath forsook, his Kindness did re-take:  
And on bare-promise (oh 'twas bare indeed)  
He did no farther in his wrath proceed.   

114.  

August 2. 1626.  For why, Behold ('tis worth an Ecce, truly)  
That very-day on which that Fast was kept,  
Whereon, the Kingdom was assembled duly,  

Mr Burton, in his Pope's Bull-baiting  Wherein they All for Sin sincerely wept:  
God graciously, the Sluice of Heaven did stop,  
Immediately it ceased to rain, one drop.   

115.  
When we 'gan weep, the Heavens began to smile  
When we were sad and sorrowful for Sin,  
The Sun began to laugh on us the while,  
As if, with us, it ne'er had angry been:  
The Heaven's grim cloudy Countenance grew clear,  
And did our Hearts with happy Change re-cheere.   

116.  

A sweet & strange change.  From That day forward, even That very day,  
Most extraordinary clear and fair,  
It constantly continued▪ to display,  
(Without least intermission) Sunshine rare:  
Till, by God's goodness and his favour great,  
It banished Fear and made our Joy complete.   

117.  
Until (I say) our Harvest happily,  
Not only in due season was possessed;  
But (o the Lords boundless Benignity)  
Our Rarnes were All with great abundance blessed:  
A Copious Crop of every kind of Grain,  
Did unto All men, Every where, remain.   

118.  
And is thy God (o England) so propitious?  
So prone, so pressed, with mercies to embrace thee?  
Unto thee still so lovingly auspicious,  
With so sweet Favours graciously to grace thee?  
How gratefully shouldst thou such Grace repay?  
How should thy Heart thy thanks express always?   

119.  
O how much care and Conscience should be showed,  
So many marchlesse mercies fair to write  
In dateless Rubrickes of pure Gratitude?  
And there to keep of them perpetual sight.  
And at so sweet a sight, amazed to stand,  
Admiring Gods great Love unto thy Land,   

120.  
And in this contemplating Admiration,  
To praise the Lord and promise faithfully,  
To walk more worthy of so great Salvation;  
To hate, those Sins, with zealous fervency,  
Which are the cursed Cause of all this Ill,  
Which force perforce God's anger against thee still.   

121.  
But, oh, o woe, I tremble to relate it!  
O yet, not yet, do All these Mercies move thee;  
And as for judgement, Thou even seemest to hate it,  
Nothing availeth to reclaim, reprove thee:  
Thou neither will't for Judgements or for Love,  
Forsake thy Sins or fear the Lord above.   

122.  
Well, if his Rod may not reform thy Riot,  
Take heed and tremble, for He hath an Axe;  
Wherewith he can thee quickly quail and quiet,  
If thou in Sin, wilt worse and worse wax.  
And if his Axe be laid to th' Root ' o'th' Tree,  
O then without redemption, woe is thee.   

123.  
Then, He, that with such longanimity,  
Hath stood and knocked at thy hard-Hearts door;  
Will stay no longer, but most angrilie,  
As thou hast grieved his Spr'it, he'll grieve thee more:  
Then thou shalt cry but He will give no care  
Because when He did call, Thou wouldst not hear.   

124.  
Then, mayst Thou fear, least in his high displeasu●  
In stead of thy late dreaded Dearth of Bread,  
He send a Famine fearful, out of measure,  
Even of his Word, whereby the Soul is fed:  
Without which Food the Soul will starve and die,  
And be exposed to utmost Misery.   

125.  
Oh than I say (but, ah, good Lord forbid)  
Our Candlesticks being from us ta'en away,  
Our Souls celestial Light would quite be hid,  
Our Feet at every step would slip and stray  
Into the mire and Mud of odious Error,  
And we made Subjects of all woe and Terror.   

126.  
Then, since we did our Father's stripes deride,  
he'll give us over to his Servant's Rage;  
A gap, a gate, He (then) will open wide,  
To let in Foes, whose fury to assuage:  
Nought shall suffice, till they Us quite devour,  
And Captivated our Princes to their power.   

127.  
O England, England, call to mind these things,  
Recant, repent, thy great Ingratitude;  
Cease to incense Heavens glorious King of Kings,  
Betimes return, before He thee exclude;  
Oh yet 'tis time, now then return with speed,  
Before his wrath to This extent proceed.   

128.  
Return, Return, I say, Break off thy Sin,  
Why wilt thou perish, English Israel?  
Oh, now, to sue for Saving Grace, begin▪  
To cease from Ill, and truly to do well:  
And which is most and best, obedient be,  
To All, thy God, in Aught commandeth thee.   

129.  
And, what (o England what doth God require?  
What special Thing doth He from Thee expect?  
O He hath told, and taught thee his desire  
What Sacrifice his Soul doth most affect:  
justly to deal, and Mercy to embrace,  
Humbly to walk, before his sacred Face.   

130.  
justice (I say) to Love and do what's Right,  
To do to All, what Thou'dst have done to thee;  
To have a pious and a piteous Spirit,  
Wrongs to forgive, as thou'dst forgiven be:  
To walk before the Lord with Constancy,  
And a pure Heart, in true Humility.   

131.  
To pay those Vows which Thou to God didst make,  
In bitterness and sorrow of thy Heart;  
That thou wouldst Sin, yea All thy Sins forsake,  
Yea, from Sins Lest Appearance to depart:  
Sins nauseous Vomit to evaporate,  
And ne'er, with Dogs, It re-ingurgitate.   

132.  
To search thy Heart, to search and seek, and find  
That traitorous Achan, Sin-bane of thy Soul  
To pay and punish it, in Jts due kind,  
The pride thereof to pull-downe and control:  
Thyself, for Sin, to judge, condemn, arraign,  
So, God, thy judge from judgement will abstain.   

133.  
That so, thou turning from thy Paths perverse,  
Thy God from thee may turn his Plagues away;  
And his vindicative Verdict reverse,  
His heau'd-vp Hands from striking strokes may stay:  
That thou returning to his Courts of Grace,  
He may return to thee with Love's embrace.   

134.  
That, as thou yerst in Sin didst take delight,  
So, now thy Love may on the Lord be set;  
That so thou may'st be gracious in his sight,  
Thy Saviour having satisfied Thy Debt:  
And by his Merits made Redintegration,  
'twixt God and Thee for thy poor Souls salvation.   

135.  
He hath not dealt with every Nation, thus,  
Nor have the Heathen knowledge of his Law;  
He hath not loved them, as he loveth Us,  
Nor wrought or sought so many ways, to draw  
Them from their Lusts unto his Lo●e and Lure:  
As unto Us, Us to protect, secure.   

136.  
For which, even These, All these blessed Arguments,  
These good, these great, these gracious signs of Love;  
For these, All these unpatternd Precedents,  
Of boundless Bounty, Mercy from above:  
A holy Life, an upright Conversation,  
And thankful Heart is best retaliation.   

137.  
These are the Twins that wins his Love and favour,  
These only make a Complete Sacrifice;  
This frankincense and Myrrh hath sweetest savour,  
These make most aimable in Gods Eyes,  
The Person and the Present, Abel-like,  
And into God, new force of favour strike.   

138.  

The 5 Senses.  This Music in God's Ear doth sound most sweet,  
This Picture pleaseth most his sacred sight;  
This savoury Meat is for God's Palate meet,  
This fragrant Po●ie doth his smell delight:  
This siluer-tuned-string to strike and touch.  
God most affects, besides These, there's none such,   

139.  
O then, that We had Hearts as full of Praise,  
As God hath Hands full fraught with blessings store,  
O that our Hearts and Hands would join always  
God's Goodness, Greatness, duly to a door:  
Like Jonathan and David faithfully,  
Two individual Friends in Loyalty.   

140.  
To publish and proclaim in Verse and Voice,  
In Words and Works the Mercies of the Lord;  
With grateful Hearts (Gods, only lovely Choice)  
His works of wonder truly to record:  
O that our Tongues, our Hearts, Hands, Lives and All,  
In Gratitude, could be reciprocal.   

141.  
That so the Lord might still more pleasure take,  
Daily to Load us with his Gifts of Grace;  
To Crown us with new Comforts and to make  
Our Nation, th'only Station and prime Place,  
Wherein to show the Sunshine of his Love,  
Whereon to shower his Blessings from above.   

142.  
To make our Land the Landmark and example  
Of Mercy, Plenty, Peace and Victory;  
Under our Feet our Foes to tread and trample,  
Which at his Zion, have an evil Eye:  
Out of their Heads to make the Eye to fall,  
That longs and looks to see his Israells' fall.   

143.  
Mean while, Let Us and all the World accord,  
Let Heaven and Earth, and Sea, with us combin●  
Let all our Fellow-Creatures, help afford,  
Let Winds and Waters, with us all conjoin;  
To sing and sound, to preach and to proclaim,  
The Lords victorious, ever-glorious Name.   

144.  
Let Kings, Peers, Prophets, People sing his praise,  
Let Old and Young, Let high and Low, Rich, Poor;  
Let Fishes, Fowls, and Beasts his bounty blaze,  
Let Wells, and Woods, let Hills and Dales, adore  
The sacred Name of God our Lord supernal,  
For All his Mercies, temporal and eternal.   

145.  
Let Men, Let Saints and Angels, bless the Lord,  
And, Him, for ever praise and Magnify;  
Let All that is in Heaven and Earth record  
The Name and Fame and matchless Memory  
Of our eternall-ternall heavenly Lord:  
Let England, and All English-Hearted, then  
With Me, bless God, and say, Amen, Amen.   
FINIS.  
Gloria in excelsis Trin-Vni Deo.   

divers of DAVID'S Psalms, According to the French Form and Metre.  

Psalm the 1.  

1.  
Happy, thrice happy is that holy Saint,  
Which doth Himself with no bad Course acquaint:  
Nor in the ways of wicked-workers walketh,  
Nor Sits i'th' Seat of Him that proudly talketh.  
But in God's Laws, Gods Holy Word most bright,  
His Soul doth choicely, chiefly, take delight;  
Prising This Pearl, above all Earthly Treasure,  
And, Herein Night and Day, planting his Pleasure.   

2.  
He, surely He, justly compared may be,  
Unto a fair, a fruitful spreading Tree,  
Planted by Springs of Grace, Fruit (timely) bringing:  
Ever in All-Things blessed, in Goodness springing.  
But for the rotten Root and tainted Stem,  
Of wicked Workers, 'Tis not So with Them;  
For, when with worldly Hopes, Themselves they flatter,  
The Wind of God's Wrath, Them, like Chaff shall scatter.   

3.  
The Wicked, therefore, (oh most wretched case)  
Shall ne'er be able to approach the Face  
Of God, in judgement, and just indignation;  
Nor Sinners come into Saint's Congregation.  
For, God doth like, allow-of, much respect,  
The Ways and Works of All his Saints Elect;  
But, He, the Paths of Peruerse-Men rejecteth:  
Perish they shall, For, He, them All, neglecteth.    

Psalm 2.  

1.  
Why did the godless, graceless Heathen Crew,  
So rage and rave with furious Indignation?  
Why did the faithless Pharisaicke Jew  
Strive to make thrive his vaineimagination?  
Why did Earth's Princes, Potentates, with Might,  
So bend and band, Themselves, with wrath appointed?  
So troop together, armed with deadly spite,  
Against the Lord and Christ, his dear Anointed?   

2.  
Let us say They, (ah fond and foolish choice)  
With our strong Hands their Bands and shackling Fetters,  
In pieces break; And disobey their voice,  
And shake their Yoke from Us, and our Abettors.  
But God, whose habitation is on High,  
On his celestial Throne sits, sees, derideth  
Them and their Counsels: And (then) angrilie  
To Them, he'll speak, when's Wrath on them resideth.   

3.  
Then, to their shame and sorrow, thus he'll say;  
I, yea even I, have on My sacred Zion,  
Set and Set fast my King, to rule, for Ay,  
(On this blessed Mount) All, which do Him relie-on.  
Now I will show God's Counsel and Decree,  
Which He, to Me, in Mercy hath expressed;  
Thou art my Son, I have begotten Thee,  
This Day and in my Kingdom interessed.   

4.  
Ask of Me, then, and I'll on Thee bestow,  
All Pagan-People, with their Pomp and Treasure▪  
All Crowns and Sceptres of the Earth below,  
To stoop and stand at thy Command and Pleasure.  
Thou them shalt manage, master, curb and crush,  
As, with an I●on-Mace, with Princely-Power,  
As, Potter's Vessels, Those thy Vassals, hush,  
Thy Might shall make most meek, or soon devour.   

5.  
Be wise, therefore, ye Potent Princes, All,  
Ye judges grave, be prudent, provident,  
In awful reverence, at God's Footstool, fall,  
Serve Him, with humble-Ioy, most diligent.  
With kindly Kisses (signs of Homage true)  
Salute the Son, Lest his just indignation,  
Being soon inflamed, ye meet Death as your Due:  
Blest, then, be They, in Christ that seek salvation,    

Psalm the 3.  

1.  
O Lord, what Numbers rise  
Of armed-Enemies,  
With Wrath and rage incited,  
How many furious Foes  
Me compass and enclose,  
Against Me, All United.  
How many say and swear  
My Soul to fright and fear  
That God is from me parted,  
And that I am (now) left  
Of hope, of help bereft  
And shall be soon subverted.   

2.  
But, They themselves deceive  
My God will me ne'er leave  
But be my strong Defender:  
My Sword and shield of might  
My Glory and Delight  
Thou, Lord, my Life dost tender.  
Therefore with Heart and Voice  
I made the Lord my Choice  
And called upon Him solely;  
And He in wont Love  
Did hear me from above  
Out of his Mountain holy.   

3.  
ay, thus most safely kept,  
Lay-downe and sweetly slept  
And rose, much recreated;  
For, God, my gracious Guard  
Did 'bout me watch and ward  
And me in safety sta●ed.  
Though, then, Tenthousand Foes  
Should me surround, oppose,  
With might and mischief armed:  
I would not be afraid,  
Nor any whit dismayed.  
For I could not be harmed.   

4.  
Rise-up, therefore, o Lord,  
Thy gracious help afford  
For, Thou my Foes hast foiled;  
And broke the Teeth and Cheek  
Of wicked men that seek  
My Life to have quite spoiled.  
Thee only, Lord therefore,  
My Soul doth pressed adore  
And praise for my Salvation:  
Thou dost thy Folk defend  
And all good Graces send  
To thy blessed Congregation.    

Psalm the 4.  

1.  
O Lord my God my Rights defender,  
O hear my call attentively  
Thou of my Liberty art lender  
And in disgrace my case didst tender,  
Have mercy (then) and hear my cry.  
O Sons of mortal men why muse you?  
To turn my Glory into shame;  
Why, fond, vain devices choose you?  
Why, forged, feigned, Lying use-you?  
And so yourselves deface, defame.   

2.  
Know this, and be thereof assured,  
That God above in Love doth choose  
The man to Piety enured;  
By his good Grace to be secured,  
And will not his Request refuse.  
To sin, therefore, oh shame, oh shake-you  
To search your Hearts most seriously  
Into your Closets close betake you  
In Bed to God, petition makeyou  
With silence and Sincerity.   

3.  
Then, give to God a blessed Oblation,  
A Sacrifice of Righteousness  
A ●erfect-Hearts Humiliation,  
And free from anxious Dubitation,  
Trust in the Lord, in All distress.  
Most men, for, Wealth make inquisition,  
And Goods, as Gods, do most embrace;  
But, as for Us, our pressed Petition,  
Is, for a free and full fruition,  
Of God's blessed Beams of heavenly Grace▪   

4.  
For, This, This brings to Me, more Pleasure,  
My Heart, Herein, takes more delight,  
Than They can find in all their Treasure  
Their Oil and Wine in wondrous measure  
Whereon they plod to please their sight.  
I being (therefore) safe secured,  
Will rest in peace and sweetly sleep  
Because I know and am afsured  
God's Goodness hath me round-immured,  
And He, He only, will me kee●e.    

Psalm 5.  

1.  
Unto my submiss Supplication  
attend, Lord lend thy gracious Ear;  
be pleased, be pressed, my voice to hear,  
Regard from Heaven, thy Habitation  
My Meditation.   

2.  
O harken to my poor Petition,  
my sacred God, my sovereign King,  
for, only unto Thee I bring,  
In humble, hearty, due submission,  
My Souls Contrition.   

3.  
Lord, timely, let me be respected,  
for, timely, I to thee will call;  
betimes, o hear, and help withal:  
On thee I wait to be protected,  
And safe direct●●   

4.  
For, Thou, o God, all gods excellest,  
in Goodness and in Faithfulness,  
and lovest not least Wickedness,  
With wicked- Workers, Thou ne'er dwellest,  
But, Such repellest.   

5.  
Fond Fools, Thou evermore reiectest,  
they dare not stand in thy blessed sight,  
and all that do in Sin delight,  
Thou, utterly, o Lord neglectest,  
And dis-respectest.   

6.  
The smoothing Flatterer, soothing Liar,  
that calls Good, Evil; Evil, Good:  
The Homicide that thirsts for Blood,  
God will (in fine) confound with Fire,  
In his fierce Ire.   

7.  
But, I will in thy Congregation,  
in thy blessed Temple, Thee adore;  
and trusting on thy Mercies store,  
Express my Heart's Gratification,  
With due Prostration.   

8.  
Lord, guard, and guide, and safe protect-mee,  
in wont Love from all my Foes,  
their Stratagems and Plots disclose,  
In thy plain Paths, o Lord direct-mee,  
And still affect-mee.   

9  
For, in Them, lightness, lewdness reigneth,  
their Hearts are fraught with fr●ud and guile  
their Throat a gaping Grave most vile,  
Theit lying Tongue no Truth retaineth▪  
But falsely f●ineth.   

10.  
Lord, therefore, let them quite be quelled,  
let all their Counsels come to nought;  
despise, disperse, their ill-workes wrought,  
For, they against thee have rebelled,  
And proudly swelled.   

11.  
But, Let all those whose expectation,  
is fixed on Thee, in Thee rejoice,  
and let thy Love lift up their voice,  
In triumph and true admiration,  
Of thy Salvation.   

12.  
For, Thou, thy Saints and Sons defendest,  
and with thy Grace as with a shield;  
to Them dost safety, succour, yield,  
On them, Thou all thy blessings sendest,  
And kindly tendest.    

Psalm the 6.  

1.  
LOrd, in thine Jndignation,  
And just exasperation,  
Correct not mine offence:  
And though, I blame do merit,  
Yet, let me not inherit,  
My Sin's just Recompense.   

2.  
But, in thy Mercy rather,  
Entreat me as a Father,  
And mildly with me deal:  
For, all my Bones do quiver,  
My flesh for fear doth shiver:  
My so●es Lord (therefore) heal.   

3.  
My Soul is also troubled,  
My sorrows, thereby doubled,  
With inward Grief and Pain;  
But, oh good God be speedy,  
To help Me, poor and needy,  
Oh do not, long, refrain.   

4.  
In wont Grace be pleased,  
To see my sorrows eased;  
Return and pity take:  
No merit in me, counti,  
But, for thy boundless Bounty,  
And thy mere mercy's sake.   

5.  
For why? If Death once take-us,  
And vitall-Breath forsakeus,  
Thy fame we cannot blaze:  
And in the Pitt infernal,  
Who can extol th' external,  
And his due Glory praise.   

6.  
My Soul, with inward anguish,  
In sighs and sobs doth languish,  
And ready is to faint;  
And, for sweet Rest and Sleeping,  
My Bed even swinnes with Weeping,  
Salt-shewers in Sings complaint.   

7.  
Through my incessant crying,  
My Heart is oft near dying,  
My sight grows dim and old;  
In high despite, displeasure,  
To see, in such high measure,  
My foes, so bad, so bold.   

8.  
But, now away ye wicked,  
Which at God's Grace have kicked▪  
Be packing every one;  
For, God is pleased in Pity,  
To hear the doleful Ditty,  
Of my deep sighs and moan.   

9  
The Lord, to my Petition,  
Hath granted kind admission,  
And heard me from on high,  
He did not only hear me,  
But graciously did cheer me,  
And grant me full supply.   

10.  
An● now my Foes are frighted,  
Wh●●● Me so much despited,  
And causelessly did wrong:  
●●ey suddenly are wounded  
And shamefully confounded  
By God my Guardian strong.    

Psalm the 8.  

1.  
Omnipotent Lord God, most great, most glorious  
Whose noble Name and Fame is most victorious  
Above the spacious, specious Heavens high,  
Yea, all the World throughout thy praises fly.   

2.  
Yea, even by the mouths of Babes most tender  
Thou hast made known thy might and glries splendour,  
And by their, mouths hast stopped the mouths of those  
Which were both Thine and Their revengeful Foes.   

3.  
And when I see (as oft I see, admiring)  
The Heavens most fair, in all their rare attyring,  
The splendent Sun, the Moon and Stars most bright  
Those twinckling-Spangles, ordered All aright.   

4.  
Lord, ●●●nke I then (as well I may, amazed)  
Oh what is Man, whom thou so high hast raised?  
Or what's the silly Son of all mankind?  
That thou art pleased to have him so in mind.   

5.  
For, Thou, o Lord, our good our great Superior  
To Angels, haste him made, not much Inferior:  
And hast him Crowned with dignity and Grace  
And in thy arms of Love dost him embrace.   

6.  
He is made Lord of all thy Works of wonder  
He, solely, wholly, is to keep them under;  
As, their greatmaster, Earths-Monopolite,  
To crouch and creep at his most awful sight.   

7.  
Oxen and Flocks of Sheep, on Mountains straying▪  
And Beasts in woods and Wildernesses preying;  
Birds, Fowls, and Fishes, which in th' Ocean play,  
And All that there do cut and keep their way.   

8.  
Therefore (o Lord) I must reiterate  
Thy glorious Name, thy Fame perpetuate;  
And sing and say; of how rare excellence?  
Is thy due Praise, through Earth's circumference.    

Psalm the 10.  

1.  
Why standest thou (ò Lord) aloofefrom Thine▪  
Why art thou not more near, propitious▪  
Oh let thy lovely Beauty on us shine▪  
Now at this time, a time so perilous:  
Thy Presencath●●r●s, thy Absence's troubles us  
For, wickedmen, in pride, pursue the Lowly;  
But, let their Craft, be their confusion wholly.   

2.  
Of his lewd Lusts he hath a high conceit,  
And thinks his own Inventions, fine and fair  
The Covetous accounts Himself most great  
Hold himself blessed and best, a man most rare:  
But, He to leave, neglect the Lord doth dare  
His impious Pride, his Heart, so elevateth,  
God he forgets, on God, ne'er meditateth.   

3.  
Because his ways, always, do prosper well  
He (therefore) Thee and all thy Laws neglects;  
Because thy Will, his Wit doth far excel,  
Therefore thy Hests he hates and dis-affects:  
Defies his foe which friendly Him corrects;  
In Heart, he says, no change can overthrow-me▪  
My state no fate can fallen, no Fear o'reflow-me.   

4.  
His mouth with curses is both foul● and full,  
His Tongue is tipped with fraud and flattery,  
He is most prompt, Goodmen, with Guile to gull▪  
And in his Lips lies mischief secretly:  
And still he travails with Iniquity,  
For guiltless blood, he waits in privy places  
The Poor to spoil, into his Toil, He chases▪   

5.  
And like a Lion lurking in his Den,  
He secretly and slily spreads his nets;  
To catch and crush, poor, silly, simple men  
Whom, he by craft and cozenage to him gets,  
And with his smoothing, soothing, on them sets  
Thus, multitudes of Poormen, he betrayeth,  
A●d pitiless, on them he proudly preyeth.   

6.  
And then He fond, falsely, says in heart  
Tush, God regards not, what we do or say,  
He hath forgotten or is gone a part,  
He neither sees, nor knows our work, or way:  
Arise, therefore (o Lord) make no delay,  
Lift up thy hand, let Ill men be distressed,  
Guard and regard the Poor, by them oppressed.   

7.  
O why should bold blasphemous Imps, most vile,  
Falsely affirm that thou regardest not?  
Yet Thou dost sit and see and at them smile,  
And payest their Vice with Vengeance, their just Lot:  
But friendless Orphans, thou hast not forgot;  
And since, they solely, wholly, Thee relyon,  
Thou'●t be their Helper, from thy sacred Zion▪   

8.  
Pernicious and malicious men convince,  
Their Arms and Harms, their fraud and force destroy;  
For, Thou art our eternal Lord and Prince,  
Let not the Heathen, thy sweet Land enjoy;  
Lord bear the Poor and clear them from annoy:  
Yea, thou dost hear and help, at need dost render,  
And right the wrong of Poor and Orphans tender.    

Psalm the 15.  

1.  
O Lord of Love what Man shall rest▪  
Within thy Tabernacle?  
Or, who (o Lord) shall be so blessed▪  
Of Syon-Hill to be possessed  
For's happy Habitacle.   

2.  
The Man whose gracious Guide thou art,  
In Paths of sure Sincerity;  
Whose words and works, whose Hand and Heart  
In equal balance bear a part,  
Whose Tongue speaks all pure Verity.   

3.  
Who takes no pleasure or delight  
In false Calumniations;  
Who, in Himself, doth not backbite,  
And suffers none, his friend to smite,  
By forged Defamations.   

4.  
Who doth condemn, contemn, despise,  
The proud, profane, malicious;  
But, in his heart doth praise and prise  
The, Godly, Gracious, Grave, and Wise,  
And is, to These, propitious.   

5.  
Who Pays (though to his prejudice)  
Things promised, or protested:  
Who hates Vfurious-Auarice,  
Who loves all Virtue, loathes all Vice;  
Shall be in Heaven invested.    

Psalm the 23.  

1.  
Isr'ells' great Shepherd is my Shepherd kind,  
In him (therefore) All needful things I find;  
Corporal Comforts, aliment external,  
Spiritual Dainties, Manna, Food supernal:  
In Fields He folds Me, full of tender Grass,  
Where siluer-streames do smoothly, sweetly pass.   

2.  
And, when my Soul with sorrow seems depressed,  
The Lord re-cheeres It,, with sweet Peace and Rest,  
And me with Rules of Righteousness instructeth,  
And me (in Goodensse, graciously conducteth:  
So that in Death's dire Dale I walk secure,  
Thy Rod, thy Staff, supporting Me most sure.   

3.  
And, maugre all the malice of my foes,  
My Cup, with All choice Blessings overflows,  
My Table is with Dainties well appointed,  
My Head with Oil of Gladness is anointed:  
And, all my days, God's Grace shall me defend,  
And in his holy-House, my Life I'll spend.    

Psalm the 51.  

1.  
OH, Euerliving, Euerloving Lord,  
Compassionate Me wicked Wretch of Wretches,  
And in thy Mercies boundless, endless Riches  
Remit, remove my Sin, thy Love afford:  
Oh wash and rench and drench and cleanse my Soul▪  
From this my crying Crime, my fact most bloody,  
Which, in Sins slime, and puddle miry, muddy,  
My Soul with soil, hath made both full and foul.   

2.  
Deserved shame and sorrow, me compel,  
To make pathetical complaint, confession,  
And, to recount, recant, my gross transgression  
Which in my presence, present, still doth dwell.  
Against Thee Lord, against Thee most of might,  
I, surely, ●orely, solely, have offended  
If Thou (therefore) against Me, All-Plagues hadst bended,  
Yet, had thy Doom been duty, truly, right▪   

3.  
In Sin (alas) I was both Borne and Bred,  
From Parent's paps, the milk of sin, I sucked,  
And from their Loins, the seeds of sin have plucked,  
And, still, on Weeds of Wickedness have fed.  
But, Thou (o Lord of Truth and Right,  
Dost like and love plain Truth in pure affectirn,  
And in me hast infused, for my direction,  
Internal Wisdom, my best Light, Delight.   

4.  
With Mercyes-Hysop, purge and purify,  
My Sinful, Sin-foule Heart, most blackly blotted,  
Wash me, ●h wash me, all with sin bespotted;  
So s●all I pass white Snow in Purity.  
So shall I re-enjoy a joyful Voice,  
My Malady, to Melody be turned:  
My broken Bones, which have, with Groans, even burned,  
For Tones of Moan, in Tunes of Mirth rejoice.   

5.  
Oh, no more chide, but hide thy frowning Face,  
From This my heinous, hideous, horrid Error;  
One-smile re-cheeres, One-frowne renews my Terror▪  
My sin from Thee ' my shame from Me (then) chase.  
In me, create, oh recreate, I prays  
A pure, a perfect Heart, an upright Spirit;  
From me transplant, whatever thy Wrath may merit,  
And in me plant, whatf'euer please thee may.   

6.  
Oh do not, as an Abject, Me reject;  
Nor Me from thy Presence●euer ●euer,  
Thy Grace-inspiring Spirit, from me, Never  
O Lord remove, which should me (safe) protect▪  
Restore, repair in me, such sacred Joy,  
As may assure my Soul of sure Salvation;  
In me, let thy free-Sp'rit find Habitation,  
Me to instruct; Sin, in me, to destroy.   

7.  
Thus, I myself having thy ways well known,  
Shall, Others, well instruct, conduct, therein;  
Sinners, to Thee Conformed, reformed from Sin,  
Thy perfect Pathway, shall, by me, be shown.  
Oh quit, oh quite remit my bloody Crime,  
O God, my Souls best Guide, my Guardian blessed,  
My Hope, my Help, when I am most distressed,  
So shall I sing thy Praise in sacred Rhyme.   

8.  
Unlock my Lips (o Lord) my Tongue untie,  
(Thou keep'st the Key which opes and shuts, at pleasure)  
So shall my Voice in most melodious measure,  
●hy peerless Praise, make known and magnify.  
For, Thou hast no desire and less delight,  
〈◊〉 burnt Oblations, outward Sacrifices;  
In Hecatombs, of ne'er so precious-prices,  
Though These, allthese, to Thee, I offer might.   

9  
But, Thou dost tender, a most tender-Heart,  
A broken-Spirit, full of true Contrition;  
A Soul that sues, and shows Its due submission,  
With This, This offering, Thou best pleased art.  
To Zion (therefore) Lord propitious be,  
Jerusalem's weak walls re-edify;  
Not for their Merit, but thy Mercies free,  
So, we with Hearts most free, most thankfully,  
Shall, our Oblations to thine Altar bring;  
Peace-offerings due to Salems' peaceful King.    

Psalm the 52.  

1.  
OF wicked Works, thy Heart intendeth,  
Why vauntest thou, Tyrant vile?  
Since God's love lasteth, never endeth:  
Thy Tongue with mischief's file,  
Like Razor sharp, doth deadly wound,  
Fraud, in thy Facts, is found.   

2.  
Thy Mind all mischief meditateth,  
Thou wilt not walk upright;  
Thy Tongue untruth, still machinateth,  
In Lies is thy Delight:  
With Wiles and Guiles, o double- Tongue,  
Thou, ready art, to wrong.   

3.  
Therefore shall God supplant, displace-thee  
Out of his Holy-Land;  
Finally, fearfully, deface thee,  
Not suffer thee to stand:  
The Righteous shall see thy decay,  
And fear and scorn and say,   

4.  
This Man, his Goods as Gods adored  
And on his own strength stayed,  
God's help and Aid, he ne'er implored,  
See (now) his folly paid;  
But I, who trusted God my King,  
Shall like an Olive spring.   

5.  
For ever (therefore) I will praise thee,  
My Heart, my Verse, my Voice;  
For These thy wondrous Works shall raise thee,  
In Thee now to rejoice:  
Yea, in thy Saints most sacred fight,  
For, This is my delight.    

Psalm the 53.  

1.  
THe faithless Fool in Heart his God denies,  
Their Facts are full of foul Abomination;  
Ill, is the end of all their Consultation,  
None of them will good Actions exercise,  
All are unwise.   

2.  
On Man below, God looked from Heaven's high Throne,  
To see, if Any wisely Him affected;  
But, All were nought, All had the Lord neglected,  
Goodness was gone, Good men (alas) were None,  
Oh no, not One,   

3.  
The wicked Workers of Iniquity,  
Know not, that They, like Cannibals detested,  
As Bread, My People's Flesh, have eat, digested,  
Not minding Me: And, when nocause was nigh,  
Fear made them fly   

4.  
The Lord hath broke thy bold Bestiegers bones,  
And them destroyed▪ which never God relyon;  
But, thy Salvation, out of sacred Zion,  
Give, to thine Ir'ell mitigate their moans,  
Their Sighs and Groans.   

When God in Goodness, and his own free-Choice,  
His People-captiued, Captains makes, victorious,  
And with firm freedom makes them glad & glorious;  
Then, jacob's Heart and Isre'ls shall rejoice,  
With cheerful Voice.    

Psalm the 55.  

1.  
LOrd look upon my poor Petition,  
Hide not thine Eyes at my Contrition;  
But, grant my Suit, my Supplication;  
Attend, o bend thine Ears to me,  
My doleful cries, my sorrow, see,  
Oh see and send me thy Salvation.   

2.  
For why, my furious foes take pleasure,  
To vex, perplex me without measure;  
The wicked work me vile-vexation:  
With most malicious madness, They  
Fowl blots and spots upon me lay,  
With much despite, much Molestation.   

3.  
My Soul with fear doth faint and tremble,  
The pains and pangs of Death assemble,  
And me (o me) have so surrounded;  
That dreadful, direful shiverings make;  
My heart, each vital Part, to quake;  
In woe I am wound-up and wounded.   

4.  
Then▪ thus I wished, wi●h sorrow stinged,  
Oh that I were with Dove-wings, winged;  
Swiftly ●o fly, sweetly to ease me;  
Oh 〈◊〉 I would fly far away,  
Then would I in some Desert stay,  
This, in this case, would somewhat ease me.   

5.  
Then from these Storms and Blasts loud-blowing,  
Fast would I fly, swiftly be going;  
Timely to seek some safe Protection;  
Their Tongues (o Lord) divide, forth-pull,  
For, I have seen their Cities, full  
Of Rage and Wrongs most foul Infection.   

6.  
With wickedness, like Walls, 'tis closed,  
Within, without, of Si●ne composed,  
They, Day and Night are 'bout it walking:  
All Gild and Guile are in their streets,  
Deceit, Debate, (There) slily greets,  
There, sin, and shame are stoutly stalking.   

7.  
Had open-Enemies thus vs'd-me,  
Or had my foe, I know abus'd-mee;  
I could, their wrong have shunned or shielded;  
But it was Thou, my Bosom-friend,  
Which friendship, favour, didst ptetend,  
Whose company much comforr yielded.   

8.  
With whom in Public, private talking,  
Abroad, Athome I oft was walking,  
And frequently God's House frequented:  
Since (therefore) craft and mischief's dwells,  
Within their Cities and their Cells,  
Let them be with Hells-plagues tormented.   

9  
But I, with Hearts low consternation,  
Will call to God my Souls salvation,  
For, He will soon succour and save me:  
At Morning, Evening, and Noontide;  
When instantly to God I cried,  
He heard, and what I craved, He gave me▪   

10.  
Though, Wars and Jars me sore assailed,  
Yet, against me have they not prevailed,  
For Heaven's Angellicke-Hoaste stood by me;  
The Lord that reigns both first and last,  
Shall Me lift-up and Them Downcast,  
His mercy he will ne'er denie-me.   

11.  
Because they see no change, mischances,  
Because their fate, their state advances,  
Therefore they have the Lord neglected:  
On friends they lay injurious Hands,  
Of friendship, they do break the Bands,  
To be Peace-Breakers most affected.   

12.  
With smoothing, soothing, Honey-speeches,  
With cr●oching, creeping sly beseeches,  
Their Hearts of Gall, like swords have wounded:  
But, cast thy Care upon the Lord,  
For, He sweet succour will afford,  
The Justice shall never be confounded.   

13.  
Blood-thirsty-Homicides pernicious  
Deceitfull-Iuglers, slily vicious,  
Thou Lord wilt bring to dire Perdition;  
They shall not live-out half their Days,  
But, thy sure Help, my Hope shall raise,  
And I will trust in thy Tuition.    

Psalm the 56.  

1.  
A Gracious Guardian, Lord, be thou to me,  
Lest I by wicked men ingulfed be,  
Who me with War, incessantly molest;  
My furious foes each hour,  
Addressed are me daily to devour,  
Huge hostile-Heapes, of foes most fearful power,  
(Oh supreme Lord, my strong defensive Tower)  
do fight and me infest.   

2.  
When of my foes I was (at first) afraid,  
To thee, o Lord, alone, I looked for Aid,  
And on thy mercy, merely, did depend;  
And did rejoice in thee,  
For, in thy Word, as in a Glass to me,  
Thy promise of protection I did see;  
Therefore, of flesh afraid I will not be,  
For, God, will me defend.   

3.  
Mine own advice, hath daily illsuccesse,  
My foes also, full fraught with wickedness,  
Set all their Thoughts a work, to work me ill;  
With joint consent they join,  
And secretly, and slily they combine,  
And privately they pry to undermine,  
My ways and works, that so they may infine▪  
My Soul ensnate and kill.   

4.  
They think (but falsely-thinke) they shall escape,  
And though they swim and swell in Sin, they gape,  
And fondly dream, after Impunity;  
But, oh my God arise,  
In wrath confound thy foes, mine enemies,  
Recount, record, my many miseries,  
And bottle-up the Tears of my sad Eyes,  
In Records let them lie.   

5.  
When I the Lord my God do invocate,  
My foes in flight from me do properate,  
This firm, I find, for, God is on my side;  
In God, I joyful trust,  
In him I joy and in his promise just,  
Upon his Word, my Self I therefore thrust;  
And say and shall, I fear not Worms and Dust,  
For, such is Man's best Pride.   

6.  
My Vows (therefore) which I o Lord have made,  
Shall duly, truly, unto Thee be paid;  
Praise will I render, tender, in thy sight;  
Especially because,  
Thou hast my Soul redeemed from Death's jaws,  
And stayed my straying feet from Errors claws;  
That so I might, upright, walk in thy Laws,  
With such as live in Light.    

Psalm the 101.  

1.  
OF Mercy and of judgement, I am writing,  
Thy most due Praise, my Lays are now inditing;  
For unto thee (o Lord) alone belongs,  
Such Psalms, such Song   

2.  
In prrfect ways my feet shall walk precisely,  
And I, at home, my works will order wisely,  
Until my Soul sincere, approach thy sight,  
All-blessed, all-bright.   

3.  
By me, bad works shall not be imitated,  
By me, Backsliders Actions, ever hated  
These, All of these, my Heart shall quite disdain,  
refuse, refrain.   

4.  
My upright Soul shall never be acquainted,  
With Wicked men, whose works with sin are tainted;  
From me, a Peevish and a perverse heart,  
Shall pack, shall part.   

5.  
Backbiters Tongues that with wickedly have wounded  
Neighbours Good name, by me shall be confounded;  
I never could a supercilious look,  
Once b●are, once brook   

6.  
Mine Eyes of Love shall ever be reflected,  
On faithfullmen, to be by me protected;  
With me The man that lives religiously,  
Shall Live and Die▪   

7.  
A Fellow fraught with sly Dissimulation,  
Shall never have, with me, cohabitation;  
A Liar, from my Presence, presently,  
Shall fall, shall fly.   

8.  
I will destroy (and that, with Expedition)  
All wicked-wilfull-workers of Transgression;  
Not one of These, in Gods most Holy-Land,  
Shall stay, shall stand.    

Psalm the 103.  

1.  
MY Soul, laud thou the Lord of thy salvation,  
And be thou filled with humble exultation;  
Praise him, my Heart, and every part within:  
O praise the Lord, for all his Gifts be grateful,  
Which hides and heals All thine offences hateful,  
Enormities, Deformities, of Sin.   

2.  
Whose Love, my Life from dreadful Death protecteth,  
Who me with matchless mercy still affecteth,  
Who hath me filled and fraught with All good things:  
Whereby my youthful years seem fresh renewed,  
Like Eagles, having their old Bills eschewed,  
God's justice to th'oppressed, comfort brings.   

3.  
His Paths and Precepts, Moses well hath learned,  
His wondrous works, his Isr'll clear discerned;  
The Lord, is like a Fountain full of Grace;  
Most slow to wrath, most swift to love and favour,  
Most ready to remit remiss Behaviour,  
He chides not long, nor to his Ire gives place.   

4.  
Our ill-wrought works, he hath not ill-rewarded,  
Nor with sins due our sinning-Soules regarded;  
But, As Heaven's bright starre-glorious Curtain fair,  
Is, in unknown, unshown, Sublimity,  
Full distant from Earth's deep Profundity,  
So, to his Saints, much more his mercies are.   

5.  
God doth remit to us, our foul offences,  
God doth remove from Him our negligences,  
Even full as far as th' East is from the West;  
And, as a Father, to his Child extendeth,  
Paternal Pity, though he Him offendeth;  
Like Love, the Lord, hath to his Saints expressed.   

6.  
For, God, the great Creator of each Creature,  
Doth know our mould our fashion and our feature;  
His Allseeing Eye doth spy-out every part;  
How fickle and how brittle is our Nature,  
How soon cast down in our most stable stature,  
Once struck with Deaths All chilling, kill Dart▪   

7.  
He also knows that Man is altogether,  
Like Grass or Hay, which instantly doth wither;  
Such is his Time, such his condition true:  
And that the fragrant-flower which shows most brightly,  
Our fading Person personateth, rightly,  
Now fair, now foul, dispelled like morning's Dew.   

8.  
For, As when mighty storms do blow and bluster,  
Upon fair flowers and Blossoms in their cluster;  
They fall and fade, and are not (after) seen:  
So, is man's fairest form transformed quickly,  
Assaulted, by distemp'ring tumors sickly,  
And now He fades, who yerst was fresh and green.   

9  
But, as for God his Goodness, aye, remaineth,  
And his dear children's children's state sustaineth,  
Even All that worship him Religiously:  
Which in their Breasts, his Hests and statutes treasure,  
And truly know and duly do his pleasure,  
With Hand's and Heart's intact Integrity.   

10.  
Within the azure starry-skye supernal,  
The Lord hath placed his Regall-Throne eternal,  
And rules the World by his Emperiall-might,  
Ye potent Angels, who are most obedient,  
To work his will in All-Things, most expedient,  
Publish, proclaim, his Honour's glorious; Right.   

11.  
O ye his Hosts, most valiant, most victorious,  
Officious Servants, Praise his Name all-glorious;  
You, which are pressed, addressed, to do his will:  
Let All his Works, in Eueryplace applaud-Him,  
Yea, let my Heart, my Mind, my Spirit, La●d-Him,  
And All, within me, prize and praise Him, still.    

Psalm the 105.  

1.  
O Laud the Lord with Invocation,  
Amidst his holy Congregation;  
Shew-forth his Works, setforth his Fame:  
Sing praise, sing praise, unto his Name,  
And let the Heart, the Tongue and Voice,  
Of Them that love the Lord, rejoice.   

2.  
O seek the Lord our God eternal,  
O seek and search his Power supernal;  
O seek and sue to come in sight,  
Of his most lovely Beauty bright;  
Of his most aimable Face,  
Full of refulgent heavenly Grace.   

3.  
Keep still in due Commemoration,  
Recount with true gratification,  
The wondrous Works which God had done:  
By famous facts, His Honour won,  
Let not his judgements just depart,  
From your most mindful, thankful Heart.   

4.  
Ye sacred Sons re-generated,  
Ye Saintlike Seed, first propagated,  
From Abraham, God's Servant dear:  
Which, Him in Faith doth love and fear,  
Ye Sons of Jacob, his Delight,  
Extol the Lords majestic Might▪   

5.  
For, He which safely Us preserveth,  
He only, of Us best deserveth,  
To be our Lord and Sovereign blessed:  
Haning apparently expressed,  
His judgements just, his Equity,  
Which all the World can testify.   

6.  
What he hath promised and protested,  
To All that on his Promise rested,  
Even to his Saints, a Thousand-fold;  
Which, on Him, with Faiths-Hand layhold,  
Unto his everlasting Praise,  
His Word he hath made good always.   

7.  
Even, That blessed Promise once compacted,  
That Cou'nant-good, once, prae-contracted,  
To Abraham and Isaac's Seed;  
And so to jacob was decreed,  
And unto Jsr'ell established sure,  
To Times last period to endure.   

8.  
When, in these words the Lord affirmed,  
And (thus) to Those, his Truth confirmed,  
Behold, I Canaan, freely give,  
To you, and yours, therein to live;  
The Lot of your Inheritance  
My Name and Fame (their) to advance.   

9  
And, though the number of that Nation,  
Was, yet of slender valuation,  
Did, yet, but very small appear:  
When (thus his Love esteemed Them dear,  
And that, Beside their Number small,  
They, in the Land were Strangers-All.   

10.  
Walking from Nation unto Nation,  
Without all settled Habitation,  
Now here, now There; Conducted still,  
By their all-prudent Pilots will;  
Who suffered No-man wrong to take,  
But plagued great Princes for their sake.   

11.  
And, where they came, Thus, charged, appointed.  
Let None offend My deare-Annointed,  
Nor use my Prophets spightfullie!  
For, These are precious in mine Eye;  
Fierce Famine (then) the Land ore-laide,  
Whereby Their Staff of Bread decayed.   

12.  
But, God, good joseph, then ordained,  
By whom (fore-sent) They were sustained,  
Though thither, He a Slave were sold:  
Though Foes in fetters, Him did hold,  
Until, in Heaven's appointed time,  
God heard his Cause, cleared him of Crime.   

13.  
Pharaoh him found a faithful Liver,  
And him from Prison did deliver,  
Th' Egyptian King was to him kind:  
And in him did such wisdom find,  
That of his Kingdom and whole state,  
He made Him Lord, prime, Potentate.   

14.  
That All his Peers might be instructed,  
And to his Lore and Lure conducted,  
His Senators by Joseph reached:  
Then Jacob was to Egypt brought,  
I'th' Land of Ham (then) Israel,  
Did as a harboured stranger dwell.   

15.  
His flock his stock (there) fructified,  
And to great Number multiplied?  
And, thus their foes did far transcend:  
Which inly did their foes offend,  
Which turned their Love to Hatred great,  
Their Smiles to Guiles and sly Deceit.   

16.  
Mild Moses, then, the Lord elected,  
And holy Aaron much respected,  
Both-whom to Egypt soon he sent:  
There to declare his great intent,  
And in the Land of Ham, to show,  
His signs and wonders to their woe.   

17.  
Darkness, strange Darkness, his Commission,  
Did, them, obey, with expedition,  
And overspread All Egypt Land:  
And by Heaven's All-ore-ruling Hand,  
Their Watersall, gore Blood became,  
And slew all Fishes in the same.   

18.  
With croaking Frogs He them infested,  
Their Land and Lodgings where they rested,  
Not sparing Pharaoes' Chamber neat:  
He sent huge Swarms noisome and great,  
Of crawling Lice and stinging Flies,  
Amongst their hardhearted Enemies.   

19  
Instead of Rain, Hailstones he reigned,  
And with fierce flames of fire, them bained,  
And thereby totally o'erthrew:  
Vines, Figtrees, yea, All Trees that grew  
Then Caterpillars did abound,  
Great Grasshoppers their fruits confound.   

20.  
Their firstborn Babes he deadly wounded,  
And strongest of their Land confounded,  
Yea, even the prime of all their strength;  
And led his Servants forth at length,  
All, fraught with Gold, and Silver, store,  
Not One was feeble, faint or poor.   

21.  
Th' Egyptians Hearts were then revived,  
Being of their Presence (thus) deprived,  
Such fear of Them had broke their Heart;  
And as they thus did thence depart,  
A Cloud by Day, hid them from Heat,  
Their Guide by Night, a Fire most great.   

22.  
At Their rebuest, He, Quailes downe-rained,  
With Manna sweet, their state sustained,  
Whiles, through the Wilderness they went:  
And then the rigid Rocks he rend,  
From whence did Floods of Water flow,  
To quench their thirst, as they did go.   

23.  
For, as he ever was delighted,  
With mindfulness of Promise plighted:  
So (then) the Lord did mind the same:  
And to his everlasting fame,  
He brought them fo●th with mirth and Joy,  
Whence, they had lived in dire Annoy.   

24.  
Yea, such, to them was his good Pleasure,  
That, all the Labours, Lands, and Treasure,  
Of Heathenfolke, his flock did take;  
That they might not his Laws forsake,  
But faithfully observe his Lore,  
Oh let us praise the Lord therefore.    

Psalm 107.  

1.  
Our good GOD everliving,  
O laud and magnify;  
For, He delights in giving,  
Good Gifts incessantly;  
Let Those, preach and proclaim,  
God's powerful Preservation,  
Whose fierce foes he did tame,  
Freeing them from Vexation.   

2.  
Them, scattered, He collected,  
From th' East unto the West;  
And brought them (thus affected)  
From North and South All-blessed:  
Yeo, when in Wilderness,  
Bereft of House or City,  
They wandered in distress,  
He showed Paternal Pity.   

3.  
When fearfully they fainted,  
All pined with Penury;  
With thirsty Drought even tainted,  
And ready for to die:  
With sorrow, thus, o'ercharged,  
Heavens help they then implored,  
Then God his Love enlarged,  
And them to joy restored.   

4.  
And from their Desolation,  
He led them like a Guide;  
Unto a Habitation,  
Where they might safe abide:  
Let thankful Persons, then,  
The Lords great Love be telling;  
And to the Sons of Men,  
His wondrous Works excelling.   

5.  
For, He in bounteous measure,  
The hungry Soul hath filled;  
And his celestial Treasure.  
On thirsty Hearts hast stilled.  
But Those that do reside,  
In Death's dark Habitation,  
Fast fetter'd-vp and tide,  
With Chains of Desolation.   

6.  
Because they had rebelled,  
Against God's Holy-writ;  
And 'gainst his Counsels swelled,  
Esteeming them no whit:  
Yet, when his heavy Hand,  
Had brought them in Subjection;  
When they in woe did stand,  
Quite frustrate of Protection.   

7.  
Then with much Lamentation,  
God's help, they did implore;  
Who, from deep Desolation,  
Did them to joy, restore.  
And from the gloomey shade,  
Of Death, where they were closed;  
In Jron-fetters laid.  
He powerfully them loosed.   

8.  
He snapped their Snares a sunder,  
Their Bolts and Bars of Brass;  
And opened th●ir Gates with wonder,  
To ●et the People pass:  
●e● thankful Persons then,  
The Lords great Love be telling;  
And to the Sons of Men,  
His wondrous works excelling.   

9  
Fond Fools by their Transgression,  
And foul Deformities,  
Are forced to feel oppession,  
And many Miseries:  
Their Soul in Languishment,  
Sweet Nutriment distasted,  
In this sad Exigent,  
Even to Death's door, they hasted.   

10.  
Then, Aid, they impetrated,  
In this their deep distress;  
And w●re commiserated,  
And found a full redress:  
The Lord sent forth his Word,  
With potent operation,  
Which, did them Help afford,  
Unto their Souls Salvation.   

11.  
Let grateful Men be telling,  
The Lords great Goodness, then,  
His wondrous Works excelling,  
Unto the Sons of Men.  
Let them with joyful Hearts,  
Prepare a sweet Oblation,  
And praise Gods glorious Parts,  
And Works of Admiration.   

12.  
Such as use Navigation,  
In Ships to Sea being sent,  
With indefatigation,  
Their Merchandise to vent;  
Those men see and behold,  
The wonders of the Ocean;  
God's marvels manifold,  
In Sea's most mighty motion.   

13.  
For, at his Voice, like Thunder,  
The Waters rise and rage;  
Winds blow, Floods flow, with wonder,  
Their Surges None can suage:  
Alo●t, they lifted rise,  
That Heaven they touch, They think;  
Straight plund'g in woeful wise,  
They seem to Hell to sink.   

14.  
Then, to and fro, they tumble,  
Like men in drunken-fits;  
They, Artless, heartless stumble,  
Bereft of Sense and wits.  
Then cry they to the Lord,  
With loud ejaculation,  
Who quickly doth accord,  
To send them Preservation.   

15.  
For, at his Beck and Pleasure,  
The sturdy Storms lie still;  
The Waves in wondrous measure,  
Obey his Word and Will:  
The Mariners thereby,  
Are filled with Joy and Gladness;  
That their wished Haven they spy,  
In safety free from Sadness.   

16.  
Let grateful Men be telling,  
The Lords great Goodness then;  
His wondrous Works excelling,  
Unto the Sons of Men:  
And let them laud his Might,  
In the great Congregation;  
And in great Prince's sight,  
Proclaim his sweet Salvation.   

Huge Waters-Inundation,  
He makes a Desert dry;  
And with strange alteration,  
Dries-up Springs presently:  
And, for the sinful Band,  
Of bad Inhabitants;  
He makes a fruitful Land,  
Fruitless and full of Wants.   

18.  
Again, dry Wildernesses,  
Huge flowing Floods he makes;  
And drylands He redresses,  
To Springs, and Pools, and Lakes.  
And, for Poor People, there,  
Provides an Habitation;  
Where they may Cities rear,  
With pleasant Situation.   

19  
Where, they infruitfull measure,  
May sow and Vineyards plant;  
And so augment their Treasure,  
That None need live in want:  
And God doth bless them so,  
In time of Peace or Battle;  
That they most Wealthy grow,  
In Coin, in Corn, in cattle.   

20.  
But, when his Saints are wronged,  
Diminished and brought low;  
And, what, to Them belonged,  
Are forced to forgo:  
Then, their proud Enemies,  
Though Princes, He distresses;  
And doth so blind their Eyes,  
To err in Wildernesses.   

21.  
Yet, out of all their Troubles,  
Poor Humble-Hearts he frees;  
Their stocks and flocks he doubles,  
Like Sheep or Swarms of Bees:  
The Righteous this shall see,  
And joy with hearty Gladness;  
But, Bad-mouthes stopped shall be,  
With most malicious Madness.   

22.  
Oh, who is godly, wise,  
And free from wilful Blindness;  
To mark and memorise,  
The Lords great Love and kindness.    

Psalm the 123. Paraphrased by way o● thanksgiving for our great deliverances from the Papists Pouder-Plot. King David against the Philistines; King james against the Antichristians.  

1.  
NOow may England  
Confess and say surely;  
If that the Lord,  
Had not our Cause maintained,  
If that the Lord,  
Had not our State sustained;  
When Antichrist,  
Against us furiously,  
Made his proud Brags,  
And said, We should All die.   

2.  
Not long ago,  
They had devoured us All;  
And swallowed quick,  
For aught that We could deem:  
Such was their Rage,  
As We might well esteem:  
And as proud Floods,  
With mighty force do fall;  
So their mad-Rage,  
Our Lives had brought to Thrall.   

3.  
Our King and Quern,  
The Prince and Princely-Race;  
Their Counsel grave,  
And chief Nobility;  
The judges wise,  
●nd prime Tribe of Levi;  
with all the prudent,  
statesmen of the Land,  
B● Powder fierce,  
Had perished out of hand.   

4.  
Th● raging streams,  
O● Rome with roaring noise,  
Had with great Woe,  
O'erwhelmed us in the Deep:  
〈◊〉 blessed Lord,  
Thou didst us safely Keep,  
from bloody Teeth,  
And Their devouring Jaws;  
Which as a Prey,  
Had gripped us in their Claws.   

5.  
〈◊〉, as a Bird,  
Out of the Fowlers Grin,  
Escapes away:  
Right so it fared with Us;  
Broke were their Nets,  
And We have scaped, Thus,  
God that made Heaven  
And Earth was our Help  
His mercy saved us (then)  
From these wicked Men.   

6.  
O let us therefore,  
With all thanks and praise,  
Sing, joyfully,  
To Christ our heavenly King;  
Whose Wisdom high,  
This fact to light did bring:  
Grant then o Lord,  
We do thee humbly pray,  
●e may accord,  
〈…〉 thy Name always.  
Amen.    

〈…〉 shall see, Gladness Theodorus Beza, In Hispanorum Classem, Divinitus Ab Anglis prostigatam. Anno Domini. 1588.  
Straverat, innumeris Hispanus Classibus Aequor,  
Regnis iuncturus Sceptra Britanna, Suis.  
Tanti huius rogitas, Quae motus Causa? Superbos,  
Impulit Ambitio, vexic A●aritia.  
Quam benè, Te Ambitio mersit, Vanissima, Ventus,  
Et tumidos tumida, Vos superastis Aquae!  
Quam bene Raptores Orbis totius Iberos,  
mersit inexhaustiiusta Vorago Maris!  
At Tu, cui Venti, cui totum militat Aequor,  
Regina, ô Mundi totius una Decus!  
Sic, regnare Deo, perge, Ambiti●ne remota,  
Prodiga, sic opibus, perge, iware Pios:  
Vt Te, Angli longùm, longùm Anglis, Ipsa fruaris;  
Quam dilecta Bonis, Tam metuenda Malis.   

Thus Englished, by I. V.  
Phillip's huge Fleet did Float upon the Main;  
Labouring to link fair England's Crown to Spain:  
Dost ask, what Motives, moved Him to This Ill?  
'twas His Ambitious, Avaritious Will.  
Well, was His Puff of Pride, by Winds, o'erblown;  
His swelling Will by swelling waves, o'erflown:  
Well was His Hope of Earth's whole Monarchy,  
Ingulfed in Seas immense profundity.  
But thou (o Queen) Worlds-Wonder, sole Delight,  
For Whom, the Heavens, Earth, Seas, Winds, Waves, do ●ight;  
Still Rule, still Reign, from foul Ambition, free,  
Grateful to God, helpful to Goodmen, be.  
That England Thee, Thou England, Long may'st nourish  
Foes to Confound▪ Friends graciously to Cherish.   

De Strage, Classis Hispanicae Anno. 1588. Incerto Authore.  
VNdè Haecatra Maris Facies? Tantae undè Procellae?  
Et pro caeruleo Spuma, colore tumens?  
Hispanum vasto, Nune, gurgite, mergitur Agmen,  
Quot vix submersos, aequoris Vnda capit.  
Sie Tharao commissa petens sacra Agmina Mosi,  
Factus Erythraei, Piscibus Esca, Maris.  
Hostis uterque Dei, Sanctorum et Gentis uterque,  
Curribus, Hic, multis, Navibus, Ille, potens,  
Exitio, Currus, Navesque feruntur, eodem,  
Sanguinis ut satiet purior Vnda, Sitim,  
Et regredi ut posset (Quoniam est Aggressor uterque)  
Neutri, commoti Numinis Ira dedit.  
Sic, reliquas Auidus Mundi sibi subdere Gentes,  
Subijcit Anglorum Colla superba jugo.  
Quique alios sprevit, Vulgi fit Fabula, Vt alta  
Qui vivens perijt, mortuus ima petat.  
Quinetiam ardenti medijs occurrit in Vndis,  
Non minus ardescens et ferus Ille DRACO.  
Iste, quidem Paetriae succensus amore tuendae,  
Ille, Anglas, sitiens, totus Auarus, Opes.  
Sic, Flammae Vltrices, Flammas supera'●tis auaras;  
Et Deus est Flammis, est quoque Victor Aquis.   

Thus Englished by I: V.  
What means the Manes Foul-face, strange stormy-state,  
And foamy Floods, whose Hue was Blue, of Late▪  
The Reason's ready: Phillip's Fleet, of Spain,  
Is drowned i'●● ' Deep, whose like, ne'er sunk, i'th' Main.  
Thus Pharaoh following Moses Holy-Band,  
Was swallowed-up i'th' Sea, by Heaven's Command.  
Both, were both GOD'S and his deere-Saints Foes vowed;  
His Chariots, Pharaoh; Ships made Philip proud,  
But, Ships and Chariots, in the Gulf were drowned;  
Their Thirst of Blood, the Flood did quench, confound.  
And, since, Those bold Assailants malice great,  
Had Heaven incensed, Neither, made safe Retreat.  
For, Spain, that would imperiously rule All,  
Was forced under England's yoke to fall.  
And, This proud Scorner, was to All a Scorn,  
His high-built Hopes, i'th' Deep were left forlorn.  
For, dauntless Drake, with martiall-fire inflamed,  
Affronts the Fire of Spain's Rage, timely tamed.  
He full of zeal his Country's Foes to foil;  
Spain spurred with Heat of Hate, our State to spoil.  
But, Flames of just Revenge, Pride's Flames overcame,  
Thus, GOD was GOD both of the Floods and Flame.   
FINIS.  
Omnis, Trin-Vni Deo soli, sit Gloria.