THE Psalms of DAVID IN METER: Fitted to the Tunes used IN Parish-Churches.  
By JOHN PATRICK, D. D. Preacher to the Charterhouse, London.  

Imprimatur,  
Sept. 30. 1691. Ra. Barker.   
LONDON, Printed for A. and I. Churchill, at the Black Swan in Paternoster-Row; and L. Meredith, at the Star in S. Paul's Churchyard, 1694.   

PSALM I.  
[To the 100 Psalm Tune.]  
Blessed is the Man, whose virtuous steps  
No wicked Counsels lead aside:  
Nor stands in Sinners ways; nor sits  
Where God and Goodness men deride.  
But on the Laws Divine his Love  
Is placed, his Soul's entire delight;  
On these his mind is fixed by Day,  
On these his wakeful thoughts by Night.  
He like a Tree, from Living Streams  
Derives his Sap and kindly Juice;  
His Leaves are ever fresh and green,  
His Branches timely Fruits produce.  
No cross Events shall blast his hopes,  
Nor spoil the pleasures of his mind;  
Whilst the ungodly are dispersed  
Like Chaff, by every Stormy Wind.  
Tho' Sinners here may pass for Saints,  
And vile Hypocrisy for Grace;  
Their Gild, when judged, will find no plea,  
Nor they among the Just a place.  
God will reward the Just men's work,  
As he approves the ways they tread;  
But the smooth paths of Sinners, down  
To Death and to Damnation lead.   

PPALM I.  
[Another Metre.]  
HE's Happy, whom no wicked men's  
Lewd Counsels lead aside:  
Nor stands in Sinners ways, nor fits  
Where Scorners God deride.  
But on God's Laws his Love is placed,  
His Soul's entire delight:  
On these his Mind is fixed by Day,  
On these his Thoughts by Night.  
He's like a Tree, that from pure streams  
Draws Sap and kindly Juice:  
His Leaves are ever fresh and green,  
His Boughs fair Fruits produce.  
No'Events shall blast his hopes, nor spoil  
The pleasures of his Mind:  
Whilst the Ungodly are like Chaff,  
Dispersed by every Wind.  
Tho' Sinners here should pass for Saints,  
Hypocrisy for Grace;  
Guilty, when judged, they'll find no plea,  
Nor with the Just a place.  
God will Just Men alone reward,  
Who ' approves the path they tread:  
But Sinners ways, tho' smooth, to Death  
And to Damnation lead.   

PSALM II.  
WHY do the Heathen Nations rage,  
And foolish things surmise?  
King's set themselves against their God,  
Rulers his Christ despise.  
His gentle Government their yoke,  
His Laws they count their chain;  
Freedom they'll have without control,  
No Bands shall them restrain.  
But God above will scorn their rage,  
Their vain attempts deride;  
His power shall fright them, and his wrath  
Vex their defeated Pride.  
For all their spite, I've set my King  
Securely on his Throne:  
And what I had decreed before,  
Proclaimed him now my Son.  
This is the Birthday of thy Rule,  
Thy Sceptre I'll advance  
O'er all the Earth, the Gentiles give  
For thine Inheritance.  
Thou with an Iron Rod shalt bruise  
Their disobedient Neck;  
Like brittle Potsherds, all their powers  
Without resistance break.  
Let the great Rulers of the World  
This greater Lord revere;  
Serve him with cheerful willingness,  
And his displeasure fear.  
In Low Submissions to the Son,  
Your Happiness does lie:  
Then you are safe, when he's well pleased;  
When he's provoked, ye die.   

PSALM III.  
WHat numbers, Lord, against me rise,  
And in my Troubles boast?  
That say my hopes in God are vain  
And my Condition lost?  
But, Lord, in thee I'll glory still,  
And on thy power rely:  
Thou shalt defend me as a shield,  
And lift my head on high.  
To thee in my distress I cried,  
And thou from Heaven didst hear:  
Safely I slept without concern,  
And waked without all fear.  
Tho' Thousands of my Foes conspired,  
My courage should not fail;  
Tho' they besieged me, I should be  
Secured, or else prevail.  
Arise and save me, O my God;  
For thou hast heretofore  
Turned back mine Enemies with shame,  
And broken all their power.  
Those whom the Lord does Love and own  
He still will bless and save;  
Then let this Author of their good,  
Their cheerful praises have.   

PSALM IU.  
HEar me, O Lord, the great support  
Of mine Integrity:  
Thou hast my former troubles eased,  
Now to my prayers draw nigh.  
Fond men! that would my Glory stain,  
My Government despise;  
How long will ye pursue vain hopes,  
And please yourselves with lies?  
Know that the Lord selects a man  
That's Godly, to advance:  
And when I seek his aid, will send  
Timely Deliverance.  
Sin not, but fear; let quiet thoughts  
Instruct and make you wise:  
Join a pure heart with trust in God,  
As the best Sacrifice.  
Tho' many through distrust, for good  
To other succours fly;  
Thou art our Hope; Lord, cast on us  
A favourable Eye.  
Thy Love more cheers my heart, than theirs  
Whose Corn has wished increase;  
Or when a happy Vintage makes  
Their Wine overflow the press  
Down will I lie in Peace, and sleep  
Shall close my wearied Eyes;  
No fears disturb me, whilst I know  
In God my Safety lies.   

PSALM V.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
LOrd hear my words, regard the Moans  
And sighs, that from my sorrows spring:  
Receive the Prayers, redress the wrongs  
I spread before my God and King.  
Sluggish desires will not procure  
The speedy succours I expect;  
But timely help will come, when I  
Betimes my prayer to God direct.  
Sinners in prosperous wickedness  
By God abhor d, place their delight;  
Excluded from his Favour here,  
Hereafter banished from his Sight.  
O just reward! for God to hate  
Those Fools, who will not practise good:  
And those at last destroy, who deal  
In lies, in treachery and blood.  
But, Lord, may I the favour have  
Within thy Courts again t' appear;  
Before thy Presence I'll fall down,  
And worship thee with holy fear.  
Led me in plain and righteous paths;  
Lest those that, like an open Grave,  
Wait for my fall, in false disguise,  
True pleasure in my ruin have.  
Destruction's their deserved doom;  
Let their own Counsels make 'em fall;  
Crimes oft repeated, and beyond  
All hopes of Cure, for Vengeance call.  
Let all that Love and trust in God,  
Triumph in his protecting care.  
Thy favour, Lord, will shield from harm,  
And blessings for the just prepare.   

PSALM V.  
[Another Metre.]  
LOrd hear the silent moans and sighs,  
That from my sorrows spring:  
O clear my Innocence, who ' appeal  
To thee my God and King.  
As thou my voice, when I first wake,  
Shalt hear, so I expect  
Thy timely help, when I betimes  
My Prayer to God direct.  
The wicked works, that finners please,  
Cannot be God's delight:  
These shall be'excluded from his Love,  
And banished from his sight.  
'Tis just for God to hate those fools  
That will not practise good:  
And those destroy, who deal in lies,  
In treachery and blood.  
But, Lord, may I the Favour have  
Within thy Courts t' appear;  
Before thy Presence I'll fall down,  
And worship thee with fear.  
Led me in Righteous Ways, lest those  
That, like an open Grave,  
Wait for my fall in false disguise,  
Joy in my ruin have.  
Doomed to destruction, may their own  
Devices make them fall:  
Crimes multiplied and beyond hopes  
Of Cure, for Vengeance call.  
Let all rejoice, that love the Lord,  
And in his Goodness trust:  
Whom God will bless, and with his Love  
Both crown and shield the just.   

PSALM VI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
LOrd I can suffer thy rebukes,  
When thou with kindness dost chastise;  
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;  
O Let not this against me rise.  
Pity my languishing Estate;  
And those perplexities I feel,  
While crushed by thy heavy hand;  
O let thy gentler touches heal.  
Lord, for thy Goodness sake, return  
And save my Life; for in the Grave  
None can remember thee, nor thou  
Thankful acknowledgements canst have.  
See how I pass my weary Days  
In sighs and groans; and when 'tis Night  
I drown my Bed and self in tears:  
My grief consumes and dims my sight.  
Depart, ye wicked Foes, your hopes  
Are dashed; for this my mournful Voice,  
Will bring God nearer to mine aid,  
When ye come flocking to rejoice.  
The Lord hath heard my prayer; and those  
Who gaped upon me as their prey,  
Will vex themselves at their defeat,  
And in Confusion turn away.   

PSALM VI.  
[Another Metre.]  
LOrd I can well endure, when thou  
Dost kindly me chastise;  
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;  
O let it never rise.  
Pity my weak Estate, and those  
Perplexities I feel,  
While crushed by thy hand, O let  
Thy gentler touches heal.  
ln mercy, Lord, return, and spare  
My Life; for in the Grave  
None can remember thee; nor thou  
Canst cheerful praises have.  
See how I pass my weary days  
In groans; and when 'tis Night,  
I drown my Bed and felt in tears;  
My grief consumes my sight.  
Depart ye wicked Foes; your hopes  
Are dashed; my mournful voice  
Will bring me help from God, when ye  
Come flocking to rejoice.  
The Lord hath heard my prayer, and those  
That gaped for a prey;  
Vexed at their defeated hopes,  
With shame shall turn away.   

PSALM VII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

O My good God, in thee I trust,  
Save me from harm, as thou art just  
With Lion's rage mine Enemy,  
Will tear me, whilst no Saviour's nigh.  
But, Lord, if e'er my guilty mind  
Has such iniquity designed;  
Or I with ill returns of spite,  
My peaceful Neighbour did requite;  
If I've not saved and set him free,  
Who's now my causeless Enemy;  
Then let him lay, as 'tis but just,  
My Life and Honour in the Dust.  
In Anger, armed with power, arise  
To quell my raging Enemies:  
Great Judge! men's careless Justice here,  
Calls for thy Judgements more fevere.  
Oppressed People round thee wait,  
Till thou ascend thy Judgement Seat.  
God equal Justice will dispense;  
Clear then my wronged Innocence.  
Make Malice and Injustice cease,  
And settle Righteous Men in peace.  
God sees our thoughts and never can  
Be bribed to favour unjust Man.   

Part II.  
God knows my heart to be sincere,  
And will be my Deliverer.  
He will defend the Righteous cause,  
'Gainst wicked men, who break his Laws:  
Whose Punishment tho' he delay,  
He's angry with them every day.  
But when forbearance proves a let  
To their return, his Sword he'll whet.  
After fair warnings to repent,  
God's Bow's for Execution bend.  
Whence, 'tis decreed, he'll arrows shoot,  
Deadly to them that persecute.  
Forbear then, further to design  
Against a Life, will ruin thine:  
Nor be at pains to dig a pit,  
When sure thyself to fall in it.  
So stones with Malice upward thrown,  
To break my head, may crush thine own;  
And violent dealing prove, when bend  
To others harm, thy punishment.  
Lord, in chase just: returns of thine,  
Thy Faithfulness does brightly shine:  
And as thy Name on high they raise,  
Shall be the Subject of my praise.    

PSALM VII.  
[Another Metre.]  

O My good God in thee I trust;  
Save me as thou art just.  
My Life, when there's no Saviour near,  
A Lion's rage will tear.  
But, Lord, if e'er my guilty mind,  
Such wickedness designed;  
Or I with ill returns of Spite,  
My Neighbour did requite;  
If I've not saved and set him free  
Who ' is now mine Enemy:  
Then let him Jay, as 'tis but just,  
Mine honour in the Dust.  
In Angen, armed with power, arise  
To quell mine Enemies.  
Great Judge! men's careless Justice here,  
Calls for thine more severe.  
Oppressed People round do wait,  
Till this judge takes his Seat.  
Impartial Justice he'll dispense;  
Clear then mine Innocence.  
Make malice and injustice cease,  
Settle just men in peace.  
God sees our thoughts, and never can  
Favour unrighteous man.   

Part II.  
God knows my heart sincere to be,  
And will deliver me:  
He will defend my righteous cause,  
'Gainst those who break his Laws.  
Whose punishment tho' he delay,  
He's angry every Day.  
And if forborn they're wicked still;  
His Sword he whets to kill.  
After fair warnings to repent,  
His Bow lies ready bend:  
From whence he'll deadly arrows shoot  
'Gainst them that persecute.  
Against my Life cease to design,  
'Twill only ruin thine:  
Nor be at pains to dig a Pit,  
When sure to fall in it.  
So stones thrown up to break my head,  
May crush thine own instead:  
And violent dealing prove, when bend  
T' hurt me, thy punishment.  
Lord, in these just returns of chine,  
Thy Truth does brightly shine:  
And as thy Name on high they raise,  
Promote my Songs of Praise.    

PSALM VIII.  
ALL the Earth's praises to thy Name,  
Its Greatness, Lord, declare:  
heavens Lustre, by thy Glory, is  
Outshined in brightness far.  
From the weak powers of Babes, thou makest  
Thy Victories arise;  
They still the Triumphs of thy Foes,  
And shame thine Enemies.  
When I to Heaven, thy glorious Work,  
Raise mine admiring Eye;  
And there behold the Moon and Stars  
That beautify the Sky.  
Lord! what is Man, that he should have  
In thy kind thoughts a place?  
Why dost thou thus advance and bless  
His miserable Race?  
Tho' lower than the Angels made,  
He wears a glorious Crown:  
Thy Works below all stoop to him,  
And him their sovereign own.  
The Beasts that in the Pastures feed,  
Or in the Deserts lie;  
Fishes that move within the Seas,  
Or Fowls beneath the Sky:  
These are his Slaves, but let not Man  
Disown God's Government;  
Whose Power does Rule the World, whose Name  
Alone is Excellent.   

PSALM IX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

WIth all my Soul I'll bless the Lord,  
And all his mighty works proclaim:  
Gladness and Joy shall fill my heart,  
Whilst I sing praises to his Name.  
All my proud Foes did turn their backs,  
And sought their Safety in their flight?  
When they saw God stand on our Side,  
They wounded fell, and perished quite.  
When I opposed myself against  
That daring Foe who God defied,  
He then maintained my Cause, and gave  
An open Judgement on my Side.  
The Heathens Insolence was checked,  
When their tall Champion fell with shame;  
Thou'st put an everlasting blot  
Of Infamy upon their Name.  
Then boast no more proud Enemy,  
Our Country's Desolation;  
What Cities thou wilt waste, and lay  
In ruin'd heaps; these hopes are gone.  
Th' Eternal God, from Change secure,  
Has placed his Throne in glorious Light:  
When he appears to judge the World,  
His Sentence will be just and right.  
From him th' oppressed will find relief,  
He'll be their refuge in distress:  
No good Man's Faith was ever shamed,  
His Prayer ne'er wanted good Success.   

Part II.  
To God your cheerful praises sing,  
Who dwells in Zion, and proclaim  
What wonders he for us has done,  
That all may know and fear his Name.  
He'll find out those that dare t' oppress  
The Meek, and slay the Innocent:  
Whose cries will quicken the approach  
Of their delayed punishment.  
By malice now reduced to Straits  
God's merciful regard I crave;  
Who oft has saved me when I stepped  
Upon the Threshold of the Grave.  
Zions' Assemblies than shall hear  
The Songs of my Deliverance;  
And in the Triumphs of my Joy,  
Thy power that saved me I'll advance.  
For all shall see, what in the End  
These God-less Sinners true shall find,  
By th' Arts for others ruin used,  
They their own Safety undermined.  
God by the Judgements he inflicts,  
Declares his Righteousness to all:  
They who lay Trains to hurt the good,  
Set Traps t' occasion their own fall.  
Yea Hell their final ruin waits,  
Who God and Justice disregard:  
When poor men's wronged Patience  
Obtains sure rescue and reward.  
Arise, O Lord, and interpose  
To blast the wicked's good Success;  
And by thy Terrors, make them feel  
They are but Men, and so Confess.    

PSALM X.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

WHY, Lord, dost thou so far withdraw,  
And hid thyself in our distress?  
Now that the wicked with such rage  
And insolence the poor oppress?  
Oh may their ill designs, in which  
They boast so much, prove their own fall;  
Who count the Men of Violence  
Happy, tho' God abhors them all.  
Such is his Pride, he'll not inquire  
Whether there be a God or no;  
But carelessly concludes there's none,  
Or that he cares not what men do.  
To do all Mischief is his work;  
God's Judgements make him not forbear;  
All Men he sets at naught, and looks  
On all his Foes below his fear.  
He foolishly presumes, no Change  
Shall ever happen in his State,  
Nothing disturb his quiet rest,  
Nor any trouble be his fate.  
Nothings amiss that serves his Ends;  
He curses when he means to cheat:  
And hides the mischief he designs  
By Oaths of falsehood and deceit.  
He lurks in secret Coverts, where  
Travellers pass without defence:  
Unseen he spies and murders those  
Whose only Arms are Innocence.  
Close as a Lion for his prey  
He waits, as cruel to devour;  
As Birds are drawn into the Net,  
He gets the poor into his power.   

Part II.  
Harmless and Innocent he seems,  
By putting on a humble guise;  
The poor man he intends to seize,  
To his assaults more open lies.  
He fancies those whom he designs  
For ruin, are by God forgot,  
Or shall not be relieved by  
His Power, because he sees them not.  
Stretch forth thy mighty Arm, O Lord,  
And all these Blasphemies confute;  
Thus by thine help the poor will know,  
That God does hear their humble Suit.  
Why should the wicked thus insult,  
And God with so much scorn contemn?  
And why, because forborn, conclude  
That God will never punish them?  
Thou all their Villainies dost see,  
And wilt their spiteful rage requite:  
The poor that has no Friend, commits  
Himself to thee, to do him right.  
Break thou the power of evil Men,  
Who strive injustice to maintain;  
Search and avenge their wickedness,  
Till nought that can do harm remain.  
Thou art the same Almighty Lord,  
Whose Kingdom shall for ever stand;  
Whose power has heretofore expel d  
The Heathen Nations from this Land.  
Thou, Lord, hast oft th' afflicted heard  
When they to thee have made complaint;  
Thou wilt dispose their hearts to wait  
Meekly on thee, and Audience grant.  
Thou wilt assert the poor men's rights,  
And from their proud Oppressors free;  
That Tyrants, sprung out of the Earth,  
Their Terror may no longer be.    

PSALM XI.  
I Trust in God, why should I then  
By those discouraged be,  
Who bid me, like a frighted Bird,  
Unto the Mountains flee.  
For crafty foes my ruin wait,  
Have ready bend their Bow;  
If the Foundations be destroyed;  
What can the Righteous do?  
God in his Sanctuary dwells,  
Heaven is his glorious Throne,  
From whence he views the Sons of Men,  
And judges every one.  
When he examines righteous Men,  
He does their works approve:  
Such as are wicked and unjust,  
His Soul can never Love.  
Snares shall befall them, and for these  
This mixture is made up,  
Fire, brimstone, and tempestuous storms,  
The Portion of their Cup.  
God, who himself is righteous, does  
In righteousness delight:  
And still will favour and protect  
The Man that is upright.   

PSALM XII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
IF thou, Lord, dost not rise and help,  
Goodness from Earth will fly away;  
And Faithful Men will hardly find  
A place, if thou much longer stay.  
Dissimulation credit gains;  
They're counted wise that act a part:  
Who tho' their words are smooth and fair,  
Intent no kindness in their heart.  
God will base Flatterers destroy,  
And their deceitful Arts will shame;  
Whose pride no vengeance fears from God,  
And count Religion but a Name.  
Power is their Justice, whose defects  
By fraud and falsehood they supply;  
And plead for their injurious tongues  
An uncontrolled Liberty.  
But God, who hears the poor man's sighs,  
And groans of such as are oppressed;  
At length will vindicate their cause,  
And raise his power to give them rest.  
God's Words from all deceit are pure,  
His faithfulness has oft been tried;  
Refined Silver's not so free  
From dross, tho' seven times purified.  
Thy promises shall never fail;  
Thou, Lord, shalt keep the Just from harm;  
Tho', when the Vilest men have power,  
The wicked every where will swarm.   

PSALM XII.  
[Another Metre]  
LOrd, if thou dost not come and help,  
Goodness will fly away;  
And faithful men will find no place,  
If thou much longer stay.  
Dissimulation credit gains,  
They're wise that act a part;  
Who tho' their words are smooth, intent  
No kindness in their heart.  
God will base Flatterers destroy,  
And their vile Arts will shame;  
Who fear not God's Revenge, and count  
Religion but a Name.  
Power is their Justice, whose defects  
By falsehood they supply;  
And plead for their injurious tongues  
Unbounded Liberty.  
But God that hears the Sighs and groans  
Of such as are oppressed:  
Will vindicate their cause, and raise  
His power to give them rest.  
God's Words from all deceit are free,  
His Truth has oft been tried:  
Silver is not so free from dross,  
Tho' Seven times purified.  
Thy promise, Lord, shall never fail  
To keep the Just from harm:  
Tho' when the Vile have power, bad men  
On every Side will swarm.   

PSALM XIV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
THE Fools believe there is no God  
Who minds th' Affairs of men below;  
For tho' they speak it not aloud,  
They live as if they thought it so.  
Their Principles are all corrupt,  
Hateful and vile their actions are:  
They're only skilful to do ill,  
But from all good estranged far.  
God from his Glorious Throne above,  
Looked down and took a strict Survey,  
What Men did seek and know the Lord,  
And did his just Commands obey.  
He found them all degenerate,  
With loathsome wickedness overgrown;  
None truly pious were, and just,  
Or practised goodness, no not one.  
'Tis strange they should without remorse,  
Like Bread thy People thus devour;  
Yet neither own thee by their prayers,  
Nor dread the Vengeance of thy Power.  
For all their Confidence and Pride,  
Terrors shall seize them unawares,  
When God appears to help the Just,  
And punishment for these prepares.  
You now deride their trust in God:  
But when from Bondage he shall bring  
Salvation to his people, than  
You shall be sad, and they shall sing.   

PSALM XIV.  
[Another Metre.]  
Fool's in their hearts have said, no God  
Does mind th' affairs below;  
For tho' they speak it not aloud,  
They live as if 'twere so.  
Their Principles are all corrupt  
Their actions hateful are:  
They're skilful only to do ill,  
From good estranged far.  
God from his Throne above looked down,  
And took a strict Survey,  
What men did seek and know the Lord,  
And his just Laws obey.  
He found them all degenerate,  
With loathsome sins overgrown;  
What was Religious, just and good,  
None practised, no not one.  
Strange! that they should without remorse,  
Like Bread the poor devour;  
Yet neither own thee by their prayers,  
Nor dread thy mighty power.  
For all their Confidence, strange fears  
Shall seize them unawares:  
When God does help the just, for these  
Due Vengeance he prepares.  
You now deride their trust in God,  
But when his Power shall bring  
Salvation to his people, than  
You'll sigh, and they shall sing.   

PSALM XV.  
LOrd, let me know that happy man  
Whom thou so well dost Love:  
That he may praise thee here below,  
And dwell with thee above.  
'Tis he, whose Life is free from blame,  
Whose works are right and just;  
Whose heart and words are true, and whom  
One may securely trust.  
His Neighbour's Name he never wounds  
By a detracting Tongue:  
Nor in his Infamy delights;  
Much less would do him wrong.  
Vile men and their lewd practices,  
His virtuous Soul does loath;  
But shows, to such as fear the Lord,  
Kindness and Honour both.  
Who does not break his Oath, when he  
To his own damage swears;  
But his strict Virtue far before  
His Interest prefers.  
Who hates Exaction, and rejects  
Bribes to betray the Just:  
This man shall ne'er be moved, but may  
In God securely trust.   

PSALM XVI.  
PReserve me, Lord, in this Distress,  
Who trust in thee alone:  
My Soul, which owns thee for my God,  
Knows thus I've always done.  
Not that my Goodness can deserve,  
Much less thy Love requite:  
Thy Saints shall feel its good effects,  
Who are my Soul's delight.  
These, who in Virtue do excel,  
In all my goods shall share:  
Let others multiply their woes,  
Who fond of Idols are.  
By bloody offerings to false Gods  
My hands I'll not defile;  
I hate to mention, more to swear  
By Names that are so vile.  
God is my Portion, all my good  
From his rich Mercy flows;  
And his good providence secures  
The Blessings he bestows.  
I envy not the Great man's State,  
Nor pine to see his Store;  
With what I have I'm pleased much,  
With what I hope for, more.  
I'll bless the Lord, even when he makes  
Troubles mine Exercise;  
Those sad and solitary thoughts  
Instruct and make me wise.  
When God is present to my Mind,  
My fears are overblown;  
When he stands by me with his Aid,  
No power shall cast me down.  
Therefore my heart and tongue rejoice,  
In him my Flesh shall trust:  
Thou wilt not leave my Soul in Hell,  
Nor Body in the Dust.  
The Path of Life they both shall find,  
And in thy Presence taste  
Pleasures to full Perfection grown,  
And Joys that ever last.   

PSALM XVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

FAlsely accused, to thee I fly,  
Hear, O thou righteous Judge, my cry;  
And let my Prayer thy Audience gain,  
That goes not out of Lips that feign.  
In Favour of me Sentence pass,  
Who knowst the right of every case.  
Thou searchest every thought of mine,  
And, when retired, what I design.  
Like Gold, when in the furnace tried,  
In me thou'st not base Mixture spied;  
And my firm purpose still shall be,  
To make my words and thoughts agree.  
I've not, when tempted, steered my course  
By common practice or the worse;  
Thy word restrains me from defence  
Procured by Acts of Violence.  
Let nothing make me to decline  
Those safe and blessed paths of thine.  
Trusting my God will not deny  
To right my cause, to him I cry.  
Thy kindness will the more appear,  
Preserving me when danger's near:  
Whose power is wont to interpose,  
To save the Righteous from their foes.   

Part II.  
Preserve me with that tender care  
To th' apple of our Eye we bear:  
Afford such safety to the good,  
As the Hen's wings do to her brood.  
Now, Lord, secure me in distress,  
From wicked men who me oppress:  
From foes for cruelty renowned,  
Who to destroy beset me round.  
Full stuffed with Wealth, and swollen with pride,  
Their Mouths in boasting open wide:  
And now we're brought into a Straight,  
With poring Looks our ruin wait.  
No Lion's greedier for his prey,  
Nor young ones closer lurk than they.  
Arise, O Lord, defeat and cast  
Them down, who to my ruin haste.  
The wicked's sword may wound me sore,  
But save me from its kill power.  
From men prepared with strength and skill  
If God give leave, to do all ill.  
Whose minds the World does so bewitch,  
Their only care is to be rich,  
And leave to their Posterity  
Th' unspent remainder, when they die.  
To me tho' poor, but innocent,  
Thy present favour gives content;  
Who shall all Satisfaction gain,  
When I awake with thee to reign.    

PSALM XVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

I All my Love on thee bestow,  
To whom my Safety, Lord, I owe.  
To God, as to a Rock or Fort,  
I for Security resort:  
He saves me from mine Enemies;  
On God, my Strength, my hope relies:  
No Buckler can defend so well,  
Nor horn assailing force repel.  
A Tower so high, no Violence  
Can reach me there, or force me thence.  
His praise I'll sing, his aid implore,  
So shall my Foes triumph no more.  
When deadly toils and nets prepared,  
Had just surprised me and ensnared;  
When a mad rout swelled like a Flood,  
And seemed too great to be withstood:  
My Cries in this distress did move.  
God's pity, being heard above:  
Who by a dreadful storm that risen,  
Declared his wrath against my foes.  
This made the very Earth to quake,  
And th' hills from their foundations shake,  
Nothing was seen but smoke and flame,  
Whence burning coals among them came.  
The heavens did bow when he came down;  
Under his feet thick clouds were thrown.  
A Cherubin his Chariot was;  
Winds joined their wings more swift to pass.  
Darkness his secret Glories shrowds,  
With watery vapours and thick clouds:  
Th' enclosed splendours break through all,  
Then Coals of fire and hailstones fall.   

Part II.  
God's thundering voice was heard aloud,  
Hailstones and flames broke from the cloud:  
His Lightnings in their faces flashed,  
These Darts dispersed them all abashed.  
Even th' Earth was torn and cleft so deep,  
One to th' Abyss below might peep.  
All this was at that wrathful blast,  
Which, breathing flames, his Nostrils cast.  
When dangers compassed me about  
Like drowning waves, he drew me out.  
He oft my kind deliverer was  
From foes, whose strength did mine surpass.  
Surprised and weak, I ' add been their prey,  
Had not the Lord, my prop and stay,  
When brought to straits, my Liberty  
Restored, because he loved me.  
He did my Righteous cause regard,  
And mine Integrity reward;  
For his prescribed way I took,  
Nor wickedly my God forsook.  
His precepts were my Rule and Guide,  
Nor, as I pleased, were laid aside:  
For sufferings I rather chose,  
Than mine Integrity to lose.  
I felt th' injustice of their hate,  
Whose wrongs I would not imitate:  
Their sins when I could not prevent;  
I kept myself still innocent.  
Tho' charged with foulest crimes I have been,  
I'll bear't, since God accounts me clean:  
It's he my Righteous Cause regards,  
And mine Integrity rewards.   

Part III.  
God's Mercy they shall ever find,  
Who have been merciful and kind.  
He'll to the upright and the pure  
Jistice and Faithfulness secure.  
Him that to crooked ways inclines  
He'll cross, and ruin his designs.  
God with deliverance will crown  
Th' afflicted, and the proud bring down.  
He makes my dimmer Lamp burn bright  
Turns my dark state to joy and Light.  
A Troop of foes before me falls;  
By him I scale their highest walls.  
God's deal equal are and just;  
His word so tried, none need distrust:  
He as a shield will those defend,  
Who with firm faith on him depend.  
What God, among the Heavenly Powers,  
Or Rock for safety, is like ours?  
Courage he gives, when danger's nigh,  
And clears my way to Victory.  
By him my foes, with swiftest pace,  
O'er high and cragged hills I chase.  
He skill in Arms on me bestows,  
And strength to break the strongest bows.  
When Numbers would have made me yield,  
He interposed his saving shield:  
His hand upheld me, and I grew  
Great and victorious with a few.  
He ' enlarged my steps on every side,  
And suffered not my feet to slide.  
My foes, put to a shameful flight,  
I chased, till I destroyed them quite.  
The wounded their hard fate deplore,  
And could renew the fight no more:  
The proud that bore their head so high,  
Now at my feet all prostrate lie.   

Part IU.  
Thee, Lord, I own and ever bless,  
Both for my Courage and Success:  
That those who hate me, to my will  
Submit their necks, to save or kill.  
They cried for aid, but none was near;  
Men could not help, God would not hear.  
Like dust, that here and there is blown  
They fled, like dirt I trod them down.  
By thee my people's strifes all cease,  
In me they all unite in peace:  
Even Heathens own me for their King,  
And unknown Nation's tribute, bring.  
The mention of my conquering Name  
Such terror strikes, as makes 'em tame:  
They feign old grudges to forget,  
Offer their service and submit.  
Like withered leaves the Aliens fade,  
Their courage daunted and dismayed,  
Forth from their holds and holes they creep,  
To yield up what they dare not keep.  
Praised be the Living Lord, from whom  
My Succours and Salvation come.  
With Vengeance he my foes pursues,  
And Nations to my Rule subdues.  
He saved me from mine Enemies,  
And made me to a Throne arise;  
Was my Deliverer and Defence,  
From the known Man of Violence.  
Heathens shall hear me loudly sing,  
How strangely God has saved his King:  
And the same Mercies he has known,  
Shall to his seed be ever shown.    

PSALM XIX.  

THE heavens, whose beauteous frame we see,  
God's Skill and Power proclaim:  
The Laws by which each Day succeeds  
The Night, declare the same.  
These, though they have no Voice like ours,  
Nor words to them belong:  
Yet they express to all the World  
Thy praise, without a Tongue.  
The Sun has there a glorious Tent:  
No Bridegroom shows his face  
So cheerful, and no Champion runs  
With so much strength his Race.  
Forth from the Eastern Coast he bends  
His Course unto the West:  
All th' Earth rejoices in his Light,  
And by his Heat is blest.  
God's Law's a perfect Rule of Life,  
Our Errors this descries,  
Sinners to goodness this converts,  
And makes the simple wise.  
To Reason and our better Powers  
His Just Commands accord:  
Their Joys are pure, and to the Soul  
Both Food and Light afford.   

Part II.  
Thy Fear, O Lord, can cleanse our Souls,  
And keep them pure and bright:  
Thy Judgements are exactly true,  
And altogether right.  
More to be prized than Treasures, which  
With finest Gold are filled:  
Sweeter than Honey, and the drops  
From Honey-combs distilled.  
These are my Monitors, to whom  
My prosperous State I own;  
And in observing these shall gain  
Rewards that are unknown.  
But all the failings of his Life  
What Man can call to mind?  
Lord, let those faults thy pity move,  
And easy pardon find.  
Tho' frail I am, let no bold crimes  
Enslave my Soul to sin:  
So shall I blameless Innocence  
Maintain, and peace within.  
My Prayers and Praises than shall be  
A pleasing Sacrifice  
To thee, my God, in whom my strength,  
And my Salvation lies.    

PSALM XX.  
[As the 113 Psalm.]  
THE Lord to thy requests give ear,  
When Danger or Distress is near,  
His mighty Power be thy defence.  
And since his Sanctuary's placed  
In Zion, with his presence graced,  
Support and send thee help from thence.  
Pleased with th' Oblations thou dost give,  
May'st thou thy hearts desires receive,  
Thy great Designs all prosper still.  
We'll Trophies to God's Honour raise,  
Thy Triumphs spread in Songs of Praise,  
When he shall thy requests fulfil.  
Thou Lord wilt save thy King, we're sure,  
Thine aids his Conquests will secure,  
When thy right hand shall interpose:  
Whilst others boast their chariots force,  
The Strength or Numbers of their Horse,  
We set thy Name against our Foes.  
See how they're from their chariots thrown,  
They and their horses tumble down,  
And on their fall our Conquests rise.  
Lord ever save the King we pray,  
And no less in distresses may  
God hear his Prayer, than he our cries.   

PSALM XXI.  
O Lord, how joyful is the King,  
With thy Salvation blest!  
Thou'st given him his heart's desire,  
And granted his Request.  
Prevented by thy wondrous Love,  
A splendid Crown he wears:  
The Life he asked was prolonged  
TO innumerable Years.  
By thee preserved his Glory's great,  
With Majesty arrayed.  
By thee He's ever highly blest,  
And in thy favour glad.  
The King does on the Lord rely,  
Whose grace will make him stand:  
But those that are thy foes, shall know  
The Terror of thy hand.  
Thy flaming wrath shall them devour,  
And all their Seed root out:  
Repay the Mischief they designed,  
But could not bring about.  
These shall be made the Mark, at which  
Thy kill Arrows aim:  
Thus, Lord, exalt thy Power, and we  
Will sing and praise thy Name.   

PSALM XXII.  

MY God, my God, why thus withdrawn  
From me oppressed with grief?  
Why, after loudest Cries to thee,  
So far from my relief?  
Tho' I'm not heard, each day and night  
My Cries to thee can tell:  
Yet God is holy, and remains  
The Praise of Israel.  
Our Fathers found thy ready help,  
When they on thee relied:  
Their Hopes in thee were never shamed,  
Nor fervent Prayers denied.  
But like a despicable Worm,  
Not like a Man, I'm used;  
Trod underfoot, and thus in Scorn  
By vilest Men abused.  
" To own and save him, he believed  
" That God would now appear:  
" Let him deliver him, and show  
" That he to God is dear.  
But from my Mother's womb, by thee  
At first I was released;  
I was thy Charge, when yet I hung  
Upon my Mother's Breast.  
From my Infant Age, I have been cast  
Entirely on thy Care;  
And of thy Loving kindness had,  
Lord, an unusual Share.  
11 And now when other Succours fail,  
In this distress appear:  
O do not thou withdraw thyself,  
When trouble is so near,  
Those that beset me, are like Bulls,  
Armed with rage and power:  
No hungry Lion is more fierce,  
Or readier to devour.   

Part II.  
I'm weak as water, and my bones  
From one another start:  
As wax before the fire dissolves,  
So fails my fainting heart.  
My Moisture's so dried up, to move  
My tongue scarce strength I have  
To tell my griefs; I seem like one  
Just fitted for a Grave.  
Mine Enemies, like greedy Dogs,  
Round to enclose me meet;  
And with inhuman Cruelty  
Have pierced my Hands and Feet.  
My flesh with grief consumed, my bones  
May all be told with ease:  
This moves no pity; but their Eyes  
With this sad sight they please.  
My Garments they divide, and Lots  
Upon my Vesture cast:  
Lord, let thy Power now interpose,  
And to my Succour haste.  
Save from their Sword my Life, from what  
Their Malice else employs;  
 
 
Which like the Teeth, and Paws and Horns  
Of Savage beasts, destroys.  
To all my Brethren I'll declare  
The greatness of thy Name;  
And in th' Assemblies of thy Saints,  
Thy Goodness thus proclaim.  
" All ye that are of Jacob's Seed,  
" And Servants of the Lord;  
" Let him be glorified and praised,  
" And with due fear adored.  
" He did not with disdain behold  
" Th' afflicted's Miseries;  
" Nor in displeasure hid his Face,  
" But always heard their Cries.   

Part III.  
The Praises due to thee, O Lord,  
Shall in thy Church be paid;  
Before thy Saints those Vows performed  
That in distress I made.  
The long of the poor, and meek  
Thy Goodness shall supply:  
Thou shalt revive their fainting hopes  
Who on thy Strength rely.  
The Gentiles by his kindness won,  
Shall turn unto the Lord;  
By all the Kindred's of the Earth  
His Name shall be adored.  
The Lord is King; and under him  
Princes their Sceptres sway;  
All Nations to his Rule submit,  
And Homage to him pay.  
The Rich with plenty filled, the poor  
That wallow in the Dust;  
Both shall adore, and thee alone  
Their great Preserver trust.  
A chosen Seed shall to their Race  
His Righteousness declare:  
All own this Work of God's, and tell  
How great his Mercies are.    

PSLAM XXIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
GOD is my shepherd, who will see  
That all my wants be still supplied;  
I shall not be exposed to wrong,  
Nor left to stray without a Guide.  
The Pastures are both fresh and green,  
Where I have Ease and sweet Repast:  
The Streams are cool and quiet, where  
I quench my thirst, and please my taste.  
His Comforts, which revive my Soul,  
Life's tedious Journey pleasant make:  
And in the Peaceful ways of Grace  
He leads me, for his Goodness sake.  
Tho' I should walk where black despair,  
And Sorrow cast a dismal Shade;  
Thy Power and thy tender Care  
Would chase my Fears, and make me glad.  
Thou spread'st my Table, where my foes  
Behold thy Bounty, and repine  
To see rich Oils anoint my Head,  
To see my Cup overflow with Wine,  
Surely the Goodness of the Lord  
Shall still surround me all my Days:  
I will frequent thy House, and there  
Display thy Love, and sing thy praise.   

PSALM XXIII.  
[Another Metre.]  
THE Lord my watchful Shephesd is,  
I to his Flock belong:  
I shall not stray without a Guide,  
Nor be exposed to wrong.  
The Pastures they are fresh and green,  
Where I have food and Ease;  
He leads me to the quiet stream,  
Where I my thirst appease.  
His Comforts which refresh my Soul,  
Life's Journey pleasant make;  
He guides me in his righteous Paths,  
For his own Goodness sake.  
Tho' I should walk where black despair  
Reflects a dismal Shade,  
Thy Rod and Staff would chafe away  
My fears, and make me glad.  
In presence of my foes, thou spread'st  
My Table, who repine  
To see rich Oils anoint my Head,  
My Cup overflow with Wine.  
Surely the Goodness of the Lord  
Shall crown my future days;  
I will frequent his House, to show  
His Love, and sing his Praise.   

PSALM XXIV.  
THE Earth's the Lord's, to him belong  
All creatures it contains:  
His gracious Care to all the World  
Extends, o'er which he reigns.  
He did upon the floating Seas  
The Earth's great Fabric lay:  
And on th' unstable Floods, he made  
Her fixed Foundation stay.  
Into that Hill where God resides  
Who shall admitted be?  
Lord, who within thy Holy Place  
May stand and worship thee?  
He whose unspotted hands no crimes,  
Whose heart no stains defile;  
Whose Tongue blasphemes not God, nor swears  
His Neighbour to beguile.  
This is the Worshipper alone,  
Whom God delights to bless;  
On whom he'll faithfully bestow  
His promised Happiness.  
These, as God's People, may with hopes  
Of Favour, seek his Face;  
And as true Proselytes be joined  
To Jacob's faithful Race.  
Ye Gates and Everlasting Doors  
Be open and make room:  
Lift up your Heads, and you shall see  
The King of Glory come.  
If you demand what King is this,  
That's with such Glory crowned?  
It is the mighty Lord, in Fight  
For Victcories renowned.  
Ye Gates and Everlasting Doors  
Be open and make room.  
List up your heads, and you shall see  
The King of Glory come.  
If you demand what King is this,  
Whose Glories so excel?  
God, who commands the Heavenly Hosts  
Comes now with us to dwell.   

PSALM XXV.  

TO God I make my Prayer,  
In him my trust repose;  
O let me not become a Scorn,  
Or triumph to my Foes.  
Let no Events cast down  
Their Souls, who wait on thee.  
Let Disappointments shame their hopes  
That deal perfidiously.  
Lord, set thy ways before  
Mine Eyes in clearer Light;  
And teach me always to perform  
What's pleasing in thy Sight.  
From the strait Paths of Truth,  
Ne'er let me go astray:  
On thee, my Saviour, I wait  
To teach and guide my way.  
Lord, call to mind that Love  
Thou didst of Old express;  
How thou hast graciously relieved  
Thy Servants in distress.  
Into my youthful sins  
No strict Inquiry make:  
Those early faults, O Lord, forgive  
For thine own Goodness sake.   

Part II.  
God who is Good and Just,  
Will erring Souls instruct;  
Their wand'ring Steps, to the safe paths  
Of Virtue will conduct.  
The Humble Souls hell guide,  
And teach the Meek his way:  
Kindness and Truth express to such  
As his just Laws obey.  
Encouraged by thy Grace,  
For Mercy I entreat:  
Pardon my sins, O Lord, that are  
Both numerous and great.  
Who is that happy Man  
That fears the Lord above?  
He'll ever lead him in the ways  
That he himself does Love.  
Possessed with quiet thoughts  
His Soul shall dwell at ease;  
His Seed shall after him enjoy  
Prosperity and Peace.  
By those that fear the Lord  
His Secrets understood:  
How he, by a sure Covenant, stands  
Engaged to do them good.   

Part III.  
In all my troubles, Lord,  
Mine Eyes are towards thee;  
I hope thy Goodness at the last  
From all will set me free.  
Lord turn a gracious Eye  
To me, and Mercy show;  
Great are th' afflictions I endure,  
And find no help below.  
My troubles are enlarged,  
Lord, send me quick relief;  
Grant me forgiveness of my Sins,  
And then remove my grief  
Consider how my foes  
In number still increase;  
How they with causeless hatred sack  
The Ruin of my Peace.  
Preserve and keep my Soul  
From shame as well as guilt;  
O never disappoint the hopes  
That I on thee have built.  
Let my tried Innocence  
Find sure supports from thee:  
At length thy chosen people, Lord,  
From all their troubles free.    

PSALM XXVI.  

Pled thou my Cause, O thou that knowst  
My Soul's Integrity:  
Nothing shall shake my Confidence  
Whilst I on thee rely.  
Mine Inmost thoughts I offer, Lord,  
To thine impartial Eye;  
O try my heart, lest any Sin  
Should there concealed lie.  
The Contemplation of thy Love  
Gives me the beut delight:  
This both engages and excites  
My care to walk aright.  
To false and treacherous men I have  
My free converse denied;  
To those, who under specious shows  
Designed Mischiefs hid.  
All such Assemblies I detest,  
Which evil things contrive:  
My presence to their lewd consults  
No countenance shall give.  
My thoughts and actions I'll preserve  
Free from Impurity;  
And then th' Oblations I present,  
Shall acceptable be.  
Then I aloud with cheerful Voice  
Thy Goodness will proclaim;  
And tell of all thy wondrous works,  
To magnify thy Name.   

Part II.  
O howl love the place, where thou  
Thy presence dost afford;  
And where thy Glory brightly shines,  
To bless and praise the Lord.  
Since wicked men's Society,  
And bloody Crimes I hate;  
Let me not in their sufferings share,  
kNor perish by their Fate.  
No mischief they decline to act  
That serves their vile intent;  
Justice by Brib'ry they'll pervert,  
T' undo the Innocent.  
But I in uprightness intent  
God and myself t' enjoy;  
In Mercy save my Life, which they  
Would cruelly destroy.  
Firm and unmoved by thee I stand;  
And, Lord, I hope t' appear  
In the Assemblies of thy Saints,  
To bless and praise thee there.    

PSALM XXVII.  

GOD is my Saviour and my Light,  
Why should I be dismayed?  
'tis he defends my Life, of whom  
Then need I be afraid?  
When my inhuman foes drew near,  
And to devour me gaped;  
They stumbled ere they seized their prey,  
They fell, and I escaped.  
I would not fear, should mighty hosts  
Encamped against me lie;  
Nor, if by open force assailed,  
Despair of Victory.  
One thing I beg of God, and hope  
I shall not be denied;  
T' attend his Service in his House,  
And ever there abide.  
Frequent converses with him there  
Fresh pleasures will create;  
To have my doubts resolved, I'll there  
For his Directions wait.  
In dangers no retiring place  
Can me so surely hid;  
Nor in a Fortress on a Rock  
Can I more safe abide.  
As soon as Victory my head  
Above my foes shall raise  
Offerings of Joy I'll thither bring,  
And there will sing thy praise.   

Part II.  
Hear my requests, and, Lord, return  
An Answer full of Grace;  
Thy Face thou badst me seek, and I,  
Resolve to seek thy Face.  
Lord, do not in displeasure hid  
Thy Face, nor me reject:  
Those Succours I have had before,  
From thee I still expect.  
My Parent's Love is not so great  
As thine, nor Care so large:  
When they forsake me, I become  
Still more thy Care and Charge.  
Lord, let me plainly see the way  
Where I may safely tread;  
Avoiding all the cunning Snares  
Mines enemies have laid.  
Leave me not to their will, who first  
My Name with Slanders blast;  
And all the Cruelty they breathe  
Will execute at last.  
How wretched had I been, when I,  
With troubles was oppressed,  
Had I not hoped thy Mercy would  
Secure my Peace and Rest.  
Wait still on God, my Soul, from him  
Courage and Strength derive;  
Tho' he delay, he will at length  
Thy fainting heart revive.    

PSALM XXVIII.  
HEar me, O Lord, my sure defence,  
When I thy Succour crave;  
Else I shall be like them that lie  
Neglected in the Grave.  
Grant my desires, when with loud Cries  
Thy favour I entreat;  
And spread out my imploring hands  
Towards thy Mercy-seat.  
0 let not that sad Fate be mine  
That waits those Sinners end,  
Who whilst all Mischiefs they contrive,  
Speak like the kindest Friend.  
Let their reward be like their Work:  
Since tother's they designed  
Ruin; it is but just that such  
Should their own ruin find.  
God's former mighty Works were done  
Before their eyes in vain:  
His last shall be their overthrow,  
Never to rise again.  
Blessed be the Lord, who heard the prayers  
That in distress I made:  
I trusted in his Strength, and found  
His seasonable aid.  
Thy favour, Lord, has made my heart  
Exceedingly rejoice:  
In grateful Hymns I will advance  
Thy praise with cheerful voice,  
Those that upon his power rely,  
God will protect and own;  
And his Anointed save, whom he.  
Has raised to his Throne.  
Lord, bless thy People, who to thee  
Do all their Safety owe;  
Feed thou thy Flock, and raise them up,  
When they are fallen low.   

PSALM XXIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
' THE Glorious Empire of the Lord  
Ye Rulers of the World proclaim:  
And in his Sanctuary give  
The Honour due unto his Name.  
Hark, how his thundering Voice does run  
Through all the Regions of the Sky;  
The Seas are frighted with the noise,  
So full of Power and Majesty.  
The Lofty Cedars bow their Heads,  
And break before the mighty Sound:  
Mountains that bear them feel the shock,  
And like a frighted Calf rebound.  
Before this Voice the dreadful Flames  
Of pointed Lightnings tear the air:  
kadesh's wild Inhabitants,  
Think they're not safe, but quake for fear.  
This makes the timorous Hinds to calve,  
Wild Beasts the naked coverts leave;  
But in his sacred Temple all  
Fearless to God their praises give.  
The Lord's Dominion does extend  
To Clouds above and Floods below:  
This great Protector of the good,  
Will rest and peace on His bestow.   

PSALM XXIX.  
[Another Metre.]  
YE mighty Rulers of the World,  
God's glorious Reign proclaim:  
And in his Sanctuary give  
Due Honour to his Name.  
Whose thundering voice does run through all  
The Regions of the Sky:  
The Seas start at the Noise, so full  
Of Power and Majesty.  
Tall Cedars bow their heads, and break  
Before the Mighty Sound:  
High Mountains feel the Shock, and like  
A frighted Calf rebound.  
Before this Voice the pointed Flames  
Of Lightning tear the air:  
Kadesh's wild Inhabitants  
Quake, as not safe, for fear.  
This makes the Hinds to calve, wild Beasts  
The naked Coverts leave:  
But in God's Temple, fearless all  
To him their praises give.  
God's Empire does extend to Clouds  
Above, and Floods below:  
This great Protector of the good,  
Will Peace on his bestow,   

PSALM XXX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
MY God since thou hast raised me up,  
Thee I'll extol with thankful Voice;  
Who hast secured me from those harms,  
That would have made my foes rejoice,  
With troubles worn and grief oppressed,  
To thee I cried, and thou didst save:  
Thou didst support my sinking hopes,  
My Life didst rescue from the Giave.  
Wherefore rejoice ye Saints of his,  
Proclaim the praises of the Lord;  
His Goodness often call to mind,  
And his Fidelity record.  
His Anger is but short; his Love,  
Which is our Life, does longer stay:  
Grief may continue for a Night,  
But comfort rises with the Day.  
In my Prosperity I said,  
I ne'er shall be disturbed more:  
Vain thought! it was thy favour, Lord,  
My Mountain made so strong before.  
For when thy presence was withdrawn,  
New troubles did my State invade:  
And then anew by fervent prayer  
Thus my address to God I made.  
" What profit will it be to thee  
" To see meruined? can the Grave  
" Declare thy Truth? from silent Dust  
" What praising Songs, Lord, canst thou have?  
" Hear, I beseech thee then, and take;  
" Compassion on my sad Estate;  
" Help me and my lost happiness  
" Restore, before it be too late.  
By thee my Mournful state is changed,  
My sackcloth now is thrown away?  
And gladness girds me, who before,  
In black despair and horror lay,  
My tongue no longer silent be,  
But to the Lord due Glory give;  
And strive, that in thy thankful Verse,  
His Fame eternally may live.   

PSALM XXX.  
[Another Metre]  
SInce thou hast raised me, I'll extoi  
My God with thankful Voice;  
Who freed me from those harms, that would  
Have made my foes rejoice.  
With grief and troubles worn, to thee.  
I cried, and thou didst save;  
Thou, Lord, my sinking hopes and life  
Didst rescue from the Grave.  
Then let the Saints with Joy proclaim  
The Praises of the Lord;  
His Goodness call to mind, and his  
Fidelity record.  
His Wrath's but short; his Love which is  
Our Life, does longer stay:  
Weeping may for a Night endure,  
But Joy comes with the Day.  
In my Prosperity, I said,  
I shall be moved no more:  
Vain thought! since 'twas thy favour made  
My Mount so strong before.  
For when thy presence was withdrawn,  
Troubles did me invade:  
And then to God by servant prayer,  
Thus my address I made.  
" What profit will it be, to see  
" Me ruined? can the Grave  
" Declare thy Truth? Lord, from the Dust  
" What praises canst thou have?  
" Hear I beseech thee then, and take  
" Pity on my sad State;  
" Help me, and my lost happiness  
" Restore, ere't be too late.  
My mournful state is changed, and now  
My sackcloths thrown away;  
Gladness surrounds me, who before  
In dismal Sorrows lay.  
My tongue no longer silent be;  
To God due praises give;  
That in thy thankful Verse, his Fame  
Eternally may live.   

PSALM XXXI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

MAY not defeated hopes disgrace  
The trust that in my God I place:  
May all in my Deliverance see  
Thy Mercy and Fidelity.  
Hasten thy Succours, for from thence  
Comes all my safety and defence.  
Better than to a Rock or Fort,  
I to thy Custody resort.  
Break by thy power th' intangling Net  
My treacherous Enemies have set.  
My Life I to thy care commit,  
Who hast so oft redeemed it.  
I'll never to Diviners run,  
Nor ask the Stars what I must shun;  
(All Heathen Cheats to be abhorred)  
My trust's entirely in the Lord.  
His sure Protection makes me glad;  
Who in Straits such Care of me has had:  
Ready to fall into their Trap,  
He made a way my foes t'escape.  
In Mercy, Lord, thy servant own,  
Into new Difficulties thrown:  
Who lie dispirited and faint,  
Pined with grief, and pinched with want.  
My Life thus spent, must quickly end,  
Too weak to hold, if God contend.  
Reproaches from my foes I hear,  
My Friends all eat me out of Fear.   

Part II.  
Unminded like the dead am I,  
Who in the Grave neglected lie:  
As pieces of a broken Pot  
Are thrown away, so I'm forgot.  
The Slanders by so many spread  
Show the designs I ought to dread:  
For when Rebellion is my guilt,  
It's time, say they, my Blood werespilt.  
This they devise; God's my Defence,  
My Trust, and Judge of my'Innocence,  
They have not leave yet to destroy  
A Life, which sorely they annoy.  
Rescue it still, O Lord, from those.  
My cruel persecuting Foes.  
Oh make thy Face on me to shine,  
In Mercy save me, who am thine.  
Lord, may no disappointments shame  
My hopes, who call upon thy Name:  
But let the wicked's death prevent  
Their troubling of the Innocent.  
Stop thou their Mouths, laid in the dust,  
Who openly defame the Just:  
Whom they with highest crimes traduce,  
And all they plead with scorn abuse.   

Part III.  
O what great Joys reserved be,  
For those that fear and trust in thee;  
Whose Goodness, now so little known,  
'Fore all the World the Lord will own.  
Sometimes they're forced in Caves to hid  
Themselves from persecuting Pride:  
God's favour makes this dark retreat,  
A Lightsome, safe and quiet seat.  
God's love to me does still abound:  
In a strong City compassed round,  
I lay enclosed as in a Trap,  
Yet he made way for my escape.  
When in a hasty Flight, I said,  
I'm lost, without all hope t'evade;  
My humble prayer again he heard,  
And rescued me from what I feared.  
Love God, ye Saints, for by his Care  
The Faithful still preserved are:  
And when the proud insult the most,  
God's wrath will plague them, to their cost.  
Let no afflictions then prevail  
So far, to make your Courage fail:  
Firmly to God if you adhere,  
He'll strengthen you to persevere.    

PSALM XXXII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
O Happy Man! whom God forgives,  
And hides what he has done amiss;  
Owns him as if he had not sinned,  
Whose heart sincere and upright is.  
My woes increased, whilst I suppressed  
My Gild; no quiet I could get:  
Thy Wrath did press me like a weight,  
And scorched me like the Summer's heat.  
I then resolved to disclose  
My crimes, and open all my wound;  
I humbly did confess my Sins  
To thee, and easy pardon found.  
This Mercy shall invite good men  
In Season to implore thine aid;  
Then tho' their troubles like a Flood  
Should rise, they need not be afraid.  
Thou, Lord, shalt be my safe retreat;  
To thee I'll fly in all distress;  
Thou wilt preserve me; and in Songs  
Of Victory I'll thee confess.  
I'll counsel sinners to obey;  
And not be like the Horse or Mule,  
Whose Fury, till they're broke or tamed,  
No Rein can guide, no Curb can rule.  
Such Sinners meet with heavy strokes:  
Whilst those that trust in God, shall prove  
The happy men: then let the Just  
Rejoice and triumph in his Love.   

PSALM XXXII.  
[Another Metre.]  
O Blessed Man! whom God forgives,  
And hides what's done amiss:  
On whom no sin is charged; whose heart  
Sincere and upright is.  
When I suppressed my inward guilt,  
No quiet I could get:  
Thy hand did press me down, thy wrath  
Scorched me like Summer's heat.  
I then resolved to disclose  
My crimes, and ope'my wound;  
I humbly did confess my sins,  
And easy pardon found.  
This Mercy shall in season draw  
Good men t'implore thy aid:  
Then tho' the floods of trouble rise,  
They need not be afraid.  
Thou art my refuge, Lord, to thee  
I'll fly in all distress;  
Thou wilt preserve me; and my Songs  
Thy Mercies shall confess.  
I'll teach proud men t'obey; and not  
Be like the Horse and Mule;  
Whose Fury, till they're broke, no Rein  
Can guide, no Curb can rule.  
Such meet with heavy strokes, whilst those  
That trust in God, shall prove  
The happy men: then let them joy  
And triumph in his Love.   

PSALM XXXIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

YE righteous in the Lord rejoice,  
And let his Praise be your delight;  
For Praise is Lovely and becomes  
The Lips of those that are upright.  
Join th' Harp and other Instruments  
T'express and to excite your Joys:  
And let your Songs be new, and play  
With skill, and with a cheerful noise.  
God's word is like its Author, good;  
His Laws from all injustice free;  
His Promise sure, and all his works  
Are done in Truth and Equity.  
Works that are right and just, secure  
His favour, and his Pleasure are;  
The Earth with various Blessings filled,  
To us his Goodness does declare.  
The vast extended Orbs of Heaven,  
By his commanding word were made,  
And all its numerous Host, from his  
Creating breath their Being's had.  
The Sea's prouds waves within the shores,  
To which they are confined, keep:  
Whose Waters safely are laid up  
In the great Storehouse of the Deep.  
To this Great Lord by Men on Earth  
Let fear and due regard be shown;  
May all the World his awful Power,  
By humble Adorations own.  
For as he spoke all things were made,  
All fixed as he Commandment gave:  
And a whole Nation's deep designs,  
Without him no Success shall have.  
What God decrees none shall defeat,  
Nor can his order's countermand;  
But every Age, what he resolves,  
Will seeimmovably shall stand.   

Part II.  
Blessed Land! whose fear and service shows  
That God its chosen Ruler is;  
And happy they! whom God declares  
By's special favour to be His.  
Th' Almighty on the Sons of Men  
Looks down from his Celestial Throne.  
And all the dwellers on the Earth  
Views from his glorious Mansion.  
He equally did make them all,  
Their hearts he fashioned one by one;  
And all their inmost thoughts, to him  
Better than to themselves are known.  
No numerous Host a King can save,  
Nor Strength a Mighty Man secure:  
No Horses force or swiftness makes  
The Rider's preservation sure.  
The Lord on those that fear his Name  
Looks with a favourable Eye;  
He ne'er will fail their hopes, that on  
His Goodness steadfastly rely.  
When Plagues without distinction kill,  
Their Lives he'll rescue from the Grave:  
In time of Famine, due Supplies  
All their Necessities shall have.  
Now, Lord, we wait for thee, thou art  
Our Succour, and our sure defence:  
What e'er befalls us, we may trust  
In thee with cheerful confidence.  
So let thy Mercies, Lord, on us  
Descend, like a refreshing shower,  
As all our hope and joys depend,  
Upon thy Favour and thy Power.    

PSALM XXXIII.  
[Another Metre.]  

REjoice ye Righteous in the Lord,  
And praise him with delight:  
For thankfulness becomes the Lips  
Of those that are upright.  
Join th' Harp and other Instruments,  
T'excite and tell your Joys:  
Sing a new Song, and play with skill,  
And with a cheerful noise.  
His word is good, and all his Laws  
Are from injustice free:  
His promise sure; and all his ways  
Are truth and Equity.  
Works that are just secure his Love,  
As they his pleasure are:  
The Earth with Blessings filled, to us  
His Goodness does declare.  
Th'extended Orbs of Heaven by his  
Commanding word were made;  
And from his breath it's numerous Hosts  
Their several beings had.  
The Seas proud waves within the shores  
Confined Limits keep;  
Whose waters are laid up within  
The Storehouse of the Deep.  
Let all Men fear the Lord to him  
Let due regard be shown:  
May all the world his awful Power  
By humble worship own.  
For as he spoke all things were made,  
All fixed by Laws he gave.  
No Nations counsels, without him,  
Tho' deep, success shall have.  
God's purposes none can defeat,  
Nor Orders countermand:  
But every Age, what he resolves,  
Will see shall firmly stand.   

Part II.  
Blessed Land! whose service shows that God  
Its chosen Ruler is:  
And happy they! whom God declares  
By's Care, that they are His.  
God on the Sons of Men looks down  
From his Celestial Throne:  
Views all the Dwellers on the Earth,  
From his bright Mansion.  
He made them equally, their hearts  
He fashioned one by one.  
More clearly all their thoughts to him,  
Than to themselves are known.  
Great Hosts can save no King, nor strength  
A mighty Man secure:  
No Horse's force or swiftness makes  
The Rider's safety sure.  
The Lord on those that fear his Name,  
Looks with a gracious Eye:  
And ne'er will their hopes, that on  
His Goodness do rely.  
When Plagues without distinction kill,  
He'll rescue from the Grave  
Their Lives, in time of dearth their needs  
All due Supplies shall have.  
Now, Lord, we wait for thee, who art  
Our help and our defence.  
In all estates we'll trust in thee  
With cheerful Confidence.  
Lord, let thy Grace on us descend  
Like a refreshing Shower;  
For all our hope and joys depend  
On thine Almighty Power.    

PSALM XXXIV.  

GOD, who my kind Preserver is,  
I will at all times bless;  
My tongue shall daily be employed,  
His Goodness to confess.  
In God my Soul shall boast, good men  
Shall hear it and rejoice;  
And to exalt his Glorious Name  
Join both in heart and voice.  
I sought the Lord in my distress,  
And graciously he heard;  
His timely succours did prevent  
The threatening Harm I feared.  
In all their Straits, good men shall look  
To him and be relieved;  
Nor in their hopes they place in God,  
Shall ever be deceiv●d.  
I'm that poor Man, who destitute  
Of help, God's succours craved;  
He heard my Cry, and out of all  
My troubles I was saved  
Blessed Angels which on God attend,  
Yet wait t'encompass such  
As fear him; to preserve them safe,  
When dangers near approach.  
O taste and see, as I have done,  
And then you must confess,  
That God alone is Good, and them  
That trust in him will bless.  
O fear the Lord, ye Saints, be sure  
You in good ways abide;  
He'll see, in all year wants, you be  
With needful things supplied.  
Young Lions that for hunger roar,  
For lack of prey may faint;  
But those that wait on God shall have  
All good he knows they want.   

Part II.  
Come ye, who are disposed to learn,  
And with attention hear;  
I'll give you wise Instructions,  
How ye the Lord should fear.  
What man would have his years prolonged,  
And happy days would see?  
Refrain thy Tongue and Lips from all  
Deceit and Injury.  
From all unrighteous ways depart,  
From doing good ne'er cease;  
Seek all men's quiet, and pursue  
The things that make for peace.  
God loves the Righteous, and on them  
He casts a gracious Eye;  
His Ear's attentive to their suits,  
And open to their Cry.  
The Lord's an Enemy to those  
Whom wicked Works employ;  
In his fierce wrath, them and their Race  
He'll utterly destroy.  
The Righteous never cry in vain;  
God's help in Straits they have:  
He will draw near to broken hearts,  
And contrite Spirits save.  
Tho' Good men oft afflicted are,  
At length God sets them free:  
His Care does to their Bodies reach,  
No Bone shall broken be.  
Bad men shall perish, when they're plagued,  
With all that hate the Just:  
Whom God will keep, and never fail  
Their hopes that on him trust.    

PPALM XXXV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

MAintain, O Lord, my injured Rights,  
And take my part against my foes,  
I need thy buckler and thy shield  
Against their fierce Assaults t'oppose.  
When I am forced to fly their rage,  
Draw out thy spear and stop their way;  
And that my Courage may not fail,  
I'll be thy sure Deliverer, say.  
Who e'er devise my hurt, and seek  
My ruin, all their hopes defeat:  
Their warlike preparations turn  
TO a shameful and confused retreat.  
Chased by thy Angel, let them be  
Dispersed, like Chaff before the Wind:  
Vengeance pursue 'em, where no path,  
But a steep precipice they'll find.  
For unprovok'd they lay their toils,  
And hunt me like some savage Beast;  
Would treacherously destroy my life,  
Who have not injured them the least.  
Let ruin seize him unawares,  
(A fit reward for such a Foe)  
And caught in his own wiles, himself  
Suffer the same he thought to do.  
This wonderful Deliverance  
My Joys to th'highest pitch shall raise:  
Thy Goodness all my powers possess,  
And all shall triumph in thy praise.  
Thy Mercy I'll aloud proclaim,  
Thy Power to be beyond compare:  
Who sav'st the poor from violence,  
And wrongs of those that stronger are.   

Part II.  
False witnesses, lay to my charge  
Things that ne'er came into my mind:  
Even those would now destroy my Life,  
To whom I had before been kind.  
But as for me when they were sick,  
My clothing spoke that I was sad;  
My fasts and Prayers repeated, showed  
If they did well, I should be glad.  
A Friend or Brother's dangerous case,  
Seemed not to be a sadder cross;  
Nor had my looks been more cast down,  
Had I bewail d a Mother's loss.  
But when misfortunes me befell  
Together to rejoice they flock;  
The vilest abjects meet, and make  
My Miseries their Laughingstock.  
With them are joined the wretched crew  
Of Trencher-Flatterers at Feasts;  
Whose Rage could eat me up, and there  
Fall on me with abusive jests.  
Lord look not always on: at length  
Rescue me from their unjust power;  
Who, when destroyed in Goods and Name,  
My Life, like Lions would devour.  
Then will I give thee thanks and praise;  
And when I've Liberty to go  
Into th' Assemblies of thy Saints,  
All shall thy power and Goodness know.  
Let not my causeless Enemies  
Rejoice, that they the Day have won;  
Nor show by winking signs, their rage  
Is satisfied, and I'm undone.   

Part III.  
My Foes all concord hate, and strive  
By devised falsehoods to increase  
Hatred to those, who fain would live  
Under the Government in peace.  
With open Mouth they me traduce,  
And a false Traitor boldly call:  
To all they meet rejoicing say,  
So, so, 've now discovered all.  
Thou knowst me better, Lord, than they,  
And how I'm wronged: do not neglect  
To do me right; but own my cause,  
And me without delay protect.  
No partial favour, Lord, I crave;  
To thy known Justice I appeal:  
According as thou findest, with me,  
Not as they falsely charge me, deal.  
Prevent the wicked's Joys, who will  
Applaud, themselves and prouder grow  
To see me ruined: Ah, they'll cry,  
Now things, as we would have them, go.  
Let those who'd glad to see me low,  
And longing wait to see me lost;  
Blush at their disappointed hopes,  
Hang down their heads, and no more boast.  
Let those that own my righteous cause,  
Triumph for joy and loudly sing,  
Blessed be God who David saved,  
And made him a Victorious King.  
As for my Tongue, it shall be employed  
Thy Truth and Goodness to proclaim;  
And whilst I live shall never fail,  
To bless and praise thy Holy Name.    

PSALM XXXVI.  

WHen I behold a wicked Man  
All righteous Laws despise;  
I must conclude there is no fear  
Of God before his Eyes.  
Tho' he by craft and false disguise  
May be concealed a while;  
He'll, when his Sin's found out, appear  
Hateful to all, and vile.  
His kind professions are all frauds  
To cover ill designs;  
He will not know what's just, much less  
To practise good inclines.  
To muse on Mischief's his delight,  
His sleep he'll break for this;  
So set on Evil, none that serves  
His Ends can come amiss.  
Beyond the Limits of the Sky  
Thy Mercy, Lord, extends:  
Thy Faithfulness the narrow bounds  
Of space and time transcends.  
Mountain's may be removed, before  
Thy Truth shall fail the least;  
Thy Judgements none can fathom; thou  
Preservest Man and Beast.   

Part II.  
Lord, who can prise enough that Love  
Thou bearest to the Just;  
Under whose Providence and Care  
Good Men securely trust.  
They to the plenty of thy House  
For all Supplies shall look;  
And freely of thy Pleasures drink  
As from a running Brook.  
For all the Springs of Joy and Life  
Derived are from thee;  
From thy continued favour flows  
All our Felicity.  
To those that thus esteem thy Love,  
Thy kindness still impart;  
And all thy promises fulfil  
To men of upright heart.  
Let him not tread me down, whose pride  
Is equal to his hate;  
Nor let the wicked's power combined  
Subvert my quiet State.  
I see them fall, and their design  
Against me ruined lies:  
By such a powerful hand cast down,  
They never more shall rise.    

PSALM XXXVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LET none be envious when he sees  
The wicked's prosperous estate;  
Nor, tempted by their good Success,  
Grow bold their Crimes to imitate.  
For so the grass is fresh and green,  
Before the Mower cuts it down;  
And beauteous Flowers, within a while  
Are withered by the scorching Sun.  
He's wise that's always doing good,  
And on God's Goodness does rely:  
Thus thy Enjoyments he'll secure,  
And all thy just desires supply.  
Leave thy concerns unto his care,  
In firm dependence on him live;  
He'll either grant what thou wouldst have,  
Or what he knows is better give.  
Tho' slanders and detracting tongues  
Like Clouds, thy righteousness obscure  
He'll clear thy Innocence, the Light  
At noon shall not appear more pure.  
In silence patiently expect  
God's Mercies; but by no means fret,  
To see men thrive by wicked Arts,  
And what they have a mind to get.  
If Anger in thy breast arise,  
Suppress it, when it first gins;  
Lest it boil up to wrath, and thou  
Be hurried to commit their Sins.  
They shall possess who wait on God,  
The good things of his promised land;  
But evil doers have their doom,  
To be cut off by God's just hand.   

Part II.  
The wicked's ruin in a while  
Thou'lt see; and if the place thou mind  
Where once thou saw'st him flourishing,  
Nothing remaining of him find.  
Then shall the meek, whom they oppressed  
Possess the Land; and with increase  
Of all good things their lives be blest,  
And nothing shall disturb their peace.  
The wicked in mischievous plots,  
Enraged against the just, combines:  
But God, who sees his ruin near,  
Derides both him and his designs.  
Tho' he stands ready armed to slay  
The poor and harmless innocent:  
His Arms shall turn against himself,  
And serve for his own Punishment.  
Think not mere wealth makes happy men;  
That little which contents the poor,  
Is better far than wicked men's  
Ill-got or ill-imployed Store.  
The wicked's power, tho' ne'er so great,  
God will in pieces surely break;  
But good men, by his potent Arm,  
Shall be upheld, tho' ne'er so weak.  
The days which they in sorrow pass  
And patiented waiting, God regards;  
And with his promised happiness,  
Them, and their children he rewards.  
In evil times, they shall not blush  
That all their hopes on God relied:  
In days of Famine, by his care,  
They shall be sure to be supplied.   

Part III.  
God's enemies when thriving most,  
Shall perish by his angry Stroke;  
Like fat of Lambs on th' Altar laid,  
Consume and vanish into smoke.  
These freely borrow to grow rich,  
Never intending to restore:  
The Righteous man as freely lends  
And parts with Wealth, to help the poor.  
The blessings of the promised land  
By them and theirs shall be enjoyed;  
The other, followed with God's Curse,  
Be rooted out and quite destroyed.  
The Lord directs a good Man's steps,  
And he delighteth in his way:  
He is not ruined by his falls,  
God's power is his Support and Stay.  
In all th' experience of my Life,  
That Liberal Man I ne'er could see,  
Whose Alms exposed himself to want,  
Or brought his Race to Beggary.  
He's ever merciful and lends,  
And thus his seed a Blessing gain;  
Wouldst thou in peace and safety dwell?  
Do good, and from all sin abstain.  
For God, whose Nature's good and just,  
Those who are like himself will own;  
They shall continue, when the Race.  
Of wicked men is overthrown.   

Part IU.  
Sure Title to the promised Land  
The Good and Just can only plead;  
And to their pious Seed entail  
Its blessings after they are dead.  
Wise and just precepts he instills,  
Mens minds to form, and manners guide:  
And since God's Law he loves, and makes  
His Rule, his go shall not slide.  
The wicked plots against the just,  
And lies in wait to ruin them:  
God will not leave them in his power,  
Nor, as he judges them, condemn.  
Wait then on God and keep his way,  
So shall his promised blessings be  
Thy portion; and when thou art raised,  
The wicked's ruin thou shalt see.  
I've seen the wicked rise to power,  
Flourish like Laurels ever green;  
But suddenly their ruin came,  
And no remainder could be seen.  
Mark but the good and perfect Man,  
And him that's upright in his way;  
Mercy attends his happy Life,  
And quiet peace concludes his days.  
But bold Transgressor's shall not long  
Escape God's sad but righteous doom,  
Whose utter extirpation  
At last shall with a vengeance come.  
Mean while the Lord will never fail  
The Good and Just to save and bless;  
Who may securely on his strength  
Rely, for Succours in distress.  
He'll surely help them in their need,  
And be their rescue from th' unjust:  
His Truth and Honour is engaged,  
To save them, for in him they trust.    

PSALM XXXVII.  
[Another Metre.]  

LET none be troubled, to behold  
The wicked's prosperous State;  
Nor by their good Success grow bold  
Their crimes to imitate.  
For Grass is fresh and green, before  
The Mower cuts it down;  
And beauteous flowers, within a while,  
Are withered by the Sun.  
He's wise that's doing good, and on  
God's goodness does rely:  
Thus thy Enjoyments he'll secure,  
Thy just desires supply.  
Leave thy concerns to him, in firm  
Dependence on him live;  
He'll either grant what thou wouldst have,  
Or what is better give.  
Tho' slanderous tongues should, like a cloud  
Thy righteousness obscure;  
He'll clear thy innocence, the Light  
Shall not appear more pure.  
In silence for God's Mercies wait,  
Thyself by no means fret;  
Tho' bad men thrive, or by ill Arts,  
What fain they would have, get.  
If Anger in thy breast arise,  
Check it, when't first gins;  
Lest it boil up to wrath, and thou  
Be hurried to their sins.  
They shall possess who wait on God,  
Good things i'th' promised Land;  
But evil do'ers are doomed to be  
Cut off by God's just hand.   

Part II.  
Soon shall the wicked's ruin come;  
And if the place thou mind,  
Where once thou saw'st him flourishing  
Nothing remaining find.  
Then shall the injured meek possess  
The Land, and with increase  
Of all good things their Lives be blest,  
And none disturb their peace.  
The wicked in Mischievous plots  
Against the just combines:  
But God, who sees his ruin near,  
Will laugh at his designs.  
Tho' he stand ready armed to slay  
The poor and innocent:  
His arms shall wound himself, and serve  
For his own punishment.  
Think not mere wealth makes happy men;  
For what contents the poor,  
Is better than bad men's ill-got,  
Or ill-employed store.  
God will the wicked's power, tho' greats,  
In pieces surely break;  
But good men by his Arm shall be  
Upheld, tho' ne'er so weak.  
Their patiented waiting, and their days  
Of Sorrow, God regards;  
And with his promised happiness  
Them and their seed rewards.  
They shall not blush, that in ill times  
Their hopes on God relied:  
In days of Famine, by his care,  
They shall be still supplied.   

Part III.  
God's Enemies, when thriving most  
Shall perish by his Stroke;  
Like fat of Lambs consume away,  
And vanish into Smoak.  
These freely borrow to grow rich,  
Not meaning to restore:  
The righteous man as freely parts  
With wealth, to help the poor.  
The Blessings of the Earth, by them  
And theirs shall be enjoyed;  
The other, cursed of God, shall be  
Cut off, and quite destroyed.  
The Lord, that guides a good man's steps,  
Delighteth in his way:  
He is not ruined by his falls,  
God's power will be his stay.  
In all my Life I never yet  
That liberal man could see  
Whose Alms exposed himself to want,  
Or Race to Beggary.  
He mercifully lends, and thus  
His seed a Blessing gain:  
If thou wouldst safely dwell, do good  
And from all Sin refrain.  
God, that is good and just, will those,  
That him resemble own.  
They shall continue; when the Race  
Of bad men is o'erthrown.   

Part IU.  
Sure Title to the promised Land  
The Just can only plead;  
And to their pious seed entail  
Its Blessings when they're dead.  
Wise precepts he instills, men's minds  
To form, and manners guide:  
And since he makes God's Law his Rule,  
His go shall not slide.  
The wicked plot against the just,  
And wait to ruin them:  
God will not leave them in their power,  
Nor as they judge, condemn.  
Wait on the Lord, and keep his way;  
His promised good shall be  
Thy portion; and when thou art raised,  
The wicked's ruin see.  
I've seen the wicked rise, and spread  
Like Laurels fresh and green:  
But when his hasty ruin came,  
No remnant could be seen.  
Mark but the perfect Man, and him  
That's upright in his ways;  
Mercy attends his happy Life,  
And peace concludes his days.  
But bold Transgressor's shall not long  
Escape God's righteous Doom;  
Whose utter Extirpation  
Shall with a vengeance come.  
Mean while the Lord will never fail,  
The just to save and bless:  
Who may securely on his power  
Rely, in all distress.  
He'll help them in their need, and be  
Their rescue from th' unjust,  
His Truth to save them is engaged,  
Because in him they trust.    

PSALM XXXVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LOrd, thy rebukes I can endure,  
When thou with kindness dost chastise  
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,  
It this, unmixed with favour, rise.  
I feel how sharp thine arrows are,  
How fast they stick in a deep wound;  
The heavy load thy hand lays on,  
Presses me down unto the ground.  
My unsound Body tells how sad  
It is, th' Almighty to displease;  
And, how provoking are my Sins,  
I know, by pains that have no ease.  
A stood of overwhelming woes,  
Threaten to sink me every hour;  
Too great a load for me to bear,  
Unless sustained by thy power.  
Ulcers and noisome sores have filled  
My Body, and my Follies show:  
Distorted and with trouble bend,  
I bowing like a Mourner go.  
For fiery boils my loins inflame,  
Ill humours run thro' every part:  
Feeble and worn away with pain,  
I roar, for anguish of my heart.  
I'll add no more; for, Lord, to thee,  
Both what I want, and how I groan,  
My troubled thoughts, and restless mind,  
Decays of strength and sight, are known.   

Part II.  
My Friends and Lovers, who I thought  
Some pity to me would express,  
All left me; and my nearest kin  
Stood afar oft in my distress.  
Mean while my foes, on mischief bend  
Against my Life, they ne'er give out;  
This they discourse, and this contrive  
By fraud and lies to bring about.  
Like one amazed, I silent stood;  
Or like a Man both deaf and mute;  
Who neither knew their calumnies,  
Nor their reproaches could confute.  
Thus I behaved myself, in hopes  
The Lord, that heard, my cause would plead;  
Nor suffer them, when I was low,  
T'insult, and proudly raise their head.  
My weak and ruinous Estate,  
Gives a sad prospect to my view:  
My Sins, which I with grief deplore,  
Have made these Punishments my due.  
Mean while mine Enemies are strong,  
Live in prosperity and peace;  
And by the false reports they raise,  
Making me odious, they increase.  
Even they to whom kind Offices  
I've done, against me all combine,  
'Cause I the common good pursue,  
Which they as studiously decline.  
But, O my God, in this distress  
Forsake me not, as they have done:  
Defer no longer my relief,  
Whose Safety lies in thee alone.    

PSALM XXXIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

Resolved I was with care t'observe  
My ways, and chief watch my tongue;  
To stifle passionate complaints,  
How much they thrived who did me wrong.  
Neither good words nor bad I spoke,  
But like a dumb man held my peace;  
Tho whilst I thus denied all vent.  
My inward grief did more increase.  
My musing thoughts penned in, grew hot  
My stifled sorrows wanted ease;  
The kindled flame at length broke forth,  
Into such words to God as these.  
Lord, teach me, when my latter end,  
And number of my days I view,  
To measure right myself and them,  
How I am frail, and they are few.  
My days extent is but a span,  
Mine Age is nothing unto thee:  
Man in his flourishing Estate  
Is altogether Vanity.  
A shadow's all that he pursues;  
But his Vexations real are;  
He heaps up wealth, and knows not who  
Shall reap the Profit of his Care.   

Part II.  
Let others foolishly expect  
How kind the flattering world will prove;  
I'll seek my God alone to please,  
And be ambitious of his Love.  
Forgive me all my heinous sins,  
And then remove thy smarting Rod;  
Lest Fools should fancy me cast off,  
And laugh at all my Trust in God.  
As yet I've silently adored  
Thy Justice in my Punishment:  
Remove thy heavy stroke, for else  
My strength to bear it will be spent.  
How weak and nothing we appear,  
When God for sin does man chastise;  
Like Garments fretted by the Moth,  
So all his beauty ruined lies.  
My earnest prayer, O Lord, regard,  
And to my mournful cry give ear:  
A wand'ring stranger here on Earth  
I am, as all my Fathers were.  
Lord, my decaying strength repair,  
And spare me yet a while, that I  
May make my peace with thee, before  
I go away from hence, and die.    

PSALM XXXIX.  
[Another Metre.]  

I Was resolved t'observe my ways,  
And chief watch my tongue;  
To stifle all complaints, how much  
They thrived, who did me wrong.  
Neither good words nor bad I spoke,  
As dumb I held my peace;  
Tho' whilst I thus denied all vent,  
My grief did more increase.  
My musing thoughts grew hot, my griefs  
Thus stifled wanted case:  
The kindled flame at length broke forth  
Into such words as these,  
Lord, teach me, when my end and days  
I have to live, I view;  
To know myself and them, how I  
Am frail, and they are few.  
My days are but a span, mine Age  
Is nothing unto thee;  
When Man is in his best Estate,  
He's only Vanity.  
A shadow he pursues, but his  
Vexations real are;  
Gets wealth, and knows not who shall reap  
The profit of his Care.   

Part II.  
Let others foolishly expect  
How kind the world will prove;  
I'll seek to please my God, and be  
Ambitious of his Love.  
Forgive me all my sins and then  
Remove thy smarting Rod;  
Lest fools think me cast off, and laugh  
At all my trust in God.  
Thee I have silently adored,  
In may just punishment:  
Remove thy Stroke, or else my strength  
To bear it will be spent.  
How weak alas! we are when God,  
For sin does Man chastife;  
Like Garments fretted by a Moth,  
His beauty ruined lies.  
My mournful state, O Lord, regard,  
And to my cry give ear;  
I am a stranger here on Earth,  
As all my Fathers were.  
Repair my strength, O God, and spare.  
Me yet a while, that I.  
May make my peace with thee, before  
I go from hence, and die.    

PSALM XL.  

'TIS good with patience to attend,  
And on the Lord rely:  
When other succours failed, to him,  
I prayed, who heard my cry.  
I, that in misery was plunged,  
Surrounded with despair;  
Am safely placed above my fears,  
And firm my go are.  
And now I'll cheerful praises sing  
To God, who set me free;  
Whilst this thy Goodness does invite  
Others to trust in thee.  
O happy Man! that trusts in God  
And can the proud despise;  
With the deceitful Arts of such  
As turn aside to Lyes.  
Thy wondrous works, and thoughts of Love  
To us so many are;  
If I would tell them, they exceed  
My thoughts and value far.  
When sacrifices, Lord, to thee  
No longer grateful were;  
And when Obedience thou before  
Burnt-Offerings didst prefer.  
Instead of these, that I should come,  
Thy sacred Books recite:  
Thy Law is in my heart, and I  
To do thy will delight.  
Within thy Courts I have made known  
How great thy Mercies are;  
Thy Truth and Faithfulness, my tongue  
To publish shall not spare.  
These are too great and good to lie  
In private thoughts concealed;  
What all are so concerned to know,  
To all I have revealed.   

Part II.  
O let my preservation speak  
How true thou art and kind;  
And those Compassions I proclaim,  
Lord, let me ever find.  
I never needed more thy help,  
With dangers round beset;  
Nor wonder at it, when my sins  
So many are and great.  
Their Number I no more can tell  
Than th' hairs upon my head:  
My heart is quite depressed, and seized  
With horror and with dread.  
Lord, since my troubles with such haste  
To ruin me advance;  
O do not stay, but come as fast  
To my Deliverance,  
Let those who would destroy my Life,  
Their own Confusion meet;  
And when they'attempt my hurt, with shame  
Be forced to retreat.  
Let such as make my griefs their sport,  
Themselves unpitied be;  
Those who deride my Trust in God,  
Reward with Infamy.  
To all true Worshippers, who seek  
Their God alone to please,  
Do thou thy Favour, Lord, express,  
And make their joys t'increase.  
Let those whose hopes on thee depend,  
And thy Salvation Love,  
Ever have cause and hearts to say,  
Praised be God above.  
17 Oh look upon my state oppressed  
With Misery and Grief:  
Thou art my Saviour and my help  
Lord, send me quick relief.    

PSALM XLI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

Blessed is the Man, whose tender sense  
Is touched with another's grief;  
Who when he hears the poor Man's cry,  
Affords him pity and relief.  
God will his Charity repay;  
In time of need will be his Friend:  
When troubles to his Lot shall fall,  
He'll make 'em have an happy end.  
Threatened by Danger or Disease,  
His Life he'll rescue from the Grave;  
Prosper his State on Earth, and from  
His Foes and all their malice save.  
He'll strengthen him upon his Bed  
Of Languishing Infirmity:  
Secure of God's Compassions,  
His weary Limbs will softer lie.  
Wounded and sore oppressed with guilt,  
I cried for Pity and for ease;  
Lord, let thy Mercies heal my Soul,  
Whose sins are only less than these.   

Part II.  
My Foes, t'asslict me more, my Name  
With Defamations strive to blot;  
They wish me dead, and then they hope  
To see my Reputation rot.  
He seems, when present, to condole  
With me, but all's deceit and fraud;  
He picks up matter for his Lies,  
And spreads them, when he goes abroad.  
In close Assemblies they confer  
Who hate me, and my hurt devise:  
An ill disease sticks to him fast,  
He's laid, say they, ne'er more to rise.  
Yea my familiar Friend, in whom  
I put the greatest confidence,  
Who to my Family retained,  
Spurns at me with strange Insolence.  
But Lord, in mercy raise me up,  
And once more seat me on my Throne;  
That by just punishments, I may  
Repay, what wickedly 've done.  
Thy Kindness to me, by thy Care  
I know, which thou dost not recall:  
That I'm in safety, and my Foe  
Has missed his Triumph in my fall.  
With thankfulness to thee, I own,  
Thou hast sustained my Innocence;  
 
 
And; as to serve thee I'm advanced,  
Wilt be for ever my defence.  
Blessed be that Majesty above,  
Whom all true Worshippers adore;  
Let every Age consent, and say  
Amen, till time shall be no more.    

PSALM XLII  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

O God, the spring of all my joys,  
For thee I long, to thee I look:  
No chased Hart does pant so much  
After the cooling Water-brook.  
Less grief it is to be exiled  
From mine own house, O Lord than thine:  
O how I wish t'approach that place,  
Where all thy Glories use to shine.  
The sorrows of my Banishment  
Increase, and tears become my food,  
Whilst mine insulting foes reproach  
My Faith, and say, where's now thy God?  
Past joys renew my grief, to think  
How to thine House in Troops we came;  
What cheerful Feasts we kept, and sang  
Praises in consort to thy Name.  
Why should I cherish these sad thoughts,  
Whence nothing but disquiet flows?  
Since you procure not what I wish,  
Why should you hinder my repose?  
I've learned this Remedy at last;  
To keep my passions calm and still,  
I'm nearer Help by hope in God,  
And Resignation to his will.  
While thus exiled I wander from  
This Mountain to the other Hill,  
Grief does oppress me: but the thoughts  
Of thy great Goodness, cheer me still.   

Part II.  
Into deep Miseries I'm fallen,  
Where one the other seems t' invite;  
Tossed in a Sea, where every Wave,  
Threatens to overwhelm me quite.  
God's Kindness still will give me cause  
To sing his praise both Night and Day,  
I'll thus commend myself to him,  
The Author of my Life, and pray.  
" O God my refuge, whv so long  
" Do I thus unregarded lie?  
" Why do I mourn without relief,  
" Oppressed by mine Enemy?  
" This wounds me deeply like a Sword,  
" To hear my Trust in thee with Scorn  
" Reproached, by them who flouting ask,  
" Where's now thy God? thou wretch forlorn!  
Why should I cherish these sad thoughts  
Whence nothing bat disquiet slows?  
Since you procure not what I wish,  
Why should you hinder my repose.  
I've learned this Remedy at last,  
To keep my Passions calm and still:  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And resignation to his will.    

PSALM XLII.  
[Another Metre.]  

Blessed fountain of my joys, for thee  
I long, to thee I look;  
No chased Hart does pant so much  
After the Water-brook.  
Less grief it is to be exiled  
From mine own house, than thine;  
O how I wish t'approach the place  
Where all thy Glories shine.  
This makes my sorrows to increase,  
And tears become my food;  
To hear my Foes reproach my Faith,  
And say, where's now thy God?  
Past joys renew my grief, to think  
How to thine House we came  
In Troops to feast, and praises sang  
In consort to thy Name.  
Why should I cherish these sad thoughts  
Whence nought but trouble flows?  
Since you procure not what I wish,  
Hinder not my repose.  
I've learned this Remedy, to keep  
My Passions calm and still:  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And a resigned will.  
While thus exiled I wander from  
This to the other Hill,  
Grief casts me down, but thoughts of God's  
Great Goodness, cheers me still.   

Part II.  
Deep are my Miseries, and one  
Another seems t' invite:  
Tossed in a Sea, where every wave  
Threatens to drown me quite.  
Thy Kindness, Lord, will give me cause  
To praise thee Night and Day;  
I'll thus commend myself to thee,  
God of my Life, and pray.  
" O God my Refuge, why do I  
" So long forgotten lie?  
" Why do I mourn without relief,  
" Oppressed by th' Enemy?  
" This wounds me like a Sword, to hear  
" My Trust reproached with scorn,  
" By them, who flouting ask, where's now  
" Thy God? thou wretch forlorn!  
Why should I cherish these sad thoughts,  
Whence nought but trouble flows?  
Since you procure not what I wish,  
Hinder not my repose.  
I've learned this Remedy, to keep  
My Passions calm and still;  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And a resigned will.    

PSALM XLIII.  
[At the 100 Psalms.]  
THou Righteous Judge of all the world,  
Be thou my gracious Advocate;  
And clear mine Innocence from those  
Whose craft is equal to their hate.  
Why, Lord, dost thou withhold that power,  
On which my soul alone relies?  
And look'st not on my mournful State,  
Oppressed by cruel Enemies?  
Thy Mercy and thy Truth display;  
That by the Conduct of thy Light,  
Thy Courts I may attain, and there  
May have of thee a fuller sight.  
T' approach thine Altar would revive  
My Soul, and all my Gladness raise:  
Where I thy Goodness would proclaim  
With all the Instruments of praise.  
Why should I entertain sad thoughts  
Whence nothing but Disturbance flows?  
Since they procure not what I wish,  
Why should they hinder my repose?  
I've learned this Remedy at last,  
To keep my Passions calm and still;  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And resignation to his will.   

PSALM XLIII.  
[Another Metre.]  
GReat Judge of all the world, be thou craft  
My gracious Advocate;  
To plead my cause, 'gainst those, whose power,  
Is equal to their hate.  
Why, Lord, dost thou withhold that  
On which my Soul relies?  
And look'st not on my State oppressed  
By cruel Enemies?  
Thy Mercy and thy Truth display,  
That, guided by thy Light,  
I may attain thy Courts, and have  
Of thee a fuller fight.  
IT approach thine Altar would revive  
My soul, my joys would raise:  
Where I thy Goodness would proclaim  
With Instruments of praise.  
Why should I entertain sad thoughts,  
Whence nought but trouble flows?  
Since you procure not what I wish,  
Hinder not my repose.  
I've learned this Remedy, to keep  
My Passions calm and still;  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And a resigned will.   

PSALM XLIV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

THE wonders, Lord, thou didst of old,  
've often heard our Fathers tell;  
To plant thy People in their land,  
How thou the Heathen didst expel.  
Their speedy Conquests were not gained  
By their own Valour or their Sword:  
But by the presence of thy Power,  
And special favour of the Lord.  
O God my King, save Jacob's Seed,  
Whose powerful word alone can do, t:  
Then shall our foes before us fall,  
And we shall tread them underfoot.  
It is not by our Sword or bow  
We hope to conquer, but by thee:  
By whom so oft we have been saved,  
And they oft made with shame to flee.  
In God we glory, and we praise  
Thy Name; yet now our case deplore:  
Thy presence is withdrawn, that used  
To head our Armies heretofore:  
Cast off by thee, our Courage fails,  
Our Enemies with ease us foil;  
We turn our backs, and they come on  
With greedy haste to take the spoil.  
Like Sheep designed for slaughter, some  
Fall into cruel Butchers hands;  
Others led Captive are dispersed  
In far remote and Heathen Lands.  
Disowned by God; by all despised  
Like vilest Slaves they're sold and bought;  
And being prized as little worth,  
Their owner's part with them for nought.  
We're to our Neighbours a reproach,  
To all about a Laughingstock:  
The Heathens byword, when they speak,  
When Signs they only make, their mock.   

Part II.  
The Ignominy of our State,  
Confounds me with perpetual shame:  
To hear the Scoffs wherewith our foes  
Reproach us, and blaspheme thy Name.  
Our only Comfort is, tho' all  
These Miseries are our sad Lot,  
've not been false unto our God,  
Him or his Covenant forgot.  
We have not entertained worse thoughts,  
Nor thy Religion less have loved;  
Nor hitherto our steps have balked  
Thy way, nor we Apostates proved.  
Tho' broke and shattered, where not men  
But Dragons rather fury breath;  
Our state is utterly forlorn,  
And dismal like the shades of Death.  
Had we to Worship God forgot,  
Or prayed to their false Deities;  
God's Vengeance we had not escaped,  
Who all our secret thoughts espies.  
That for thy sake we're daily killed  
Like butchered sheep; is seen by all;  
When rather than forsake our God,  
We choose his Sacrifice to fall.  
Awake and rise for our defence,  
Thy long neglected people own:  
No more displeasure show, when we  
Under such sad oppressions groan.  
Lower we cannot lie; the ground  
And we one Body seem to make:  
Rise for our help, and raise us up;  
Oh save us, for thy Mercies sake.    

PSALM XLV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

DIvinely now inspired I'll sing  
The Praises of a Mighty King:  
What I recite shall flow so fast,  
No Scribes quick pen can make such haste.  
O Glorious King! thy form divine  
Created Beauties does outshine:  
All Graces on thy Lips are poured,  
On thee Eternal Blessings showered.  
Gird thy bright sword upon thy thigh,  
The Ornament of Majesty;  
Like an illustrious Prince appear,  
And show how great thy Glories are.  
Ride on in triumph, and maintain  
The Virtues that adorn thy train;  
Wronged Meekness Truth and Equity  
Look only for support from thee,  
Thine Enemies amazed stand,  
Struck with the terror of thy hand;  
Who needs must fall, since thy keen darts  
Will find a passage to their hearts.  
Thy Throne, O God, is fixed sure,  
Thy Kingdom ever shall endure;  
Thy Laws, the Sceptre in thy hand,  
Oppress not those whom they command.  
Sin thou dost hate, but justice love;  
Therefore thy Glories far above  
Thy Fellows shine; thy God has shed  
More Oil of Gladness on thy head.   

Part II.  
None ever, did appear so glad  
In Nuptial Garments richly clad,  
So fragrant from th' Ivory rooms,  
As if made up of mere perfumes.  
Daughters of Kings did not disdain  
T' attend among the princely train:  
The Royal Bride at thy right hand,  
In purest Gold arrayed did stand.  
Great Queen! thou wilt be happier yet,  
If thou'lt thy Country's Rites forget:  
The King will prise thy Beauty more;  
For he's that Lord thou must adore.  
Rich Tyre, and those of greatest port,  
With presents shall thy favour court.  
Thy Mind all graces does enfold,  
More splendid than thy cloth of Gold.  
She to the King in raiment wrought  
With rich embroid'ry, shall be brought;  
Her Maids of Honour after go,  
Attending in the pompous show.  
Whom they with forward joy shall bring  
Into the Palace of the King.  
Instead of Parents, from thy Womb,  
Princes, to rule the Earth shall come.  
And this my Song; shall make thy Name  
Survive, Great King, and spread thy Fame.  
Thee future Ages shall adore  
And praise, till time shall be no more.    

PSALM XLVI.  
TH' Almighty Lord is our defence,  
The Strength whereby we stand;  
When Troubles their approaches make,  
His help is still at hand.  
Our Faith may then remain unmoved,  
Tho' th' Earth should be displaced;  
Or tho' into the Sea's vast Gulf  
The Mountains should be cast.  
Although the Ocean's troubled waves  
A frightful noise should make;  
Should rise and swell unto the Clouds,  
And cause the Hills to shake.  
There is a quiet stream makes glad  
The City of the Lord:  
His presence shall secure her peave,  
And timely help afford.  
The Nation's rage and threaten War,  
But God is on our side;  
One word of his dissolves their force,  
And daunts their swelling pride.  
See what his hand has done, it draws  
The Sword out of its sheath;  
Which, while he gives it leave, triumphs  
In Slaughter and in Death.  
Then by another word he makes  
Destructive wars to cease;  
He breaks their Arms, the Bow and Spear,  
And crowns the Earth with peace.  
Cease then, fond man, to strive with God,  
Whose Power is over all;  
For fear, he should exalt himself  
In your unpitied fall.  
This is our Glory, that the Lord  
Of Hosts is on our side;  
We in his Care, as in a Forts,  
In Safety shall abide,   

PSALM XLVII.  
O All ye people clap your hands,  
And make a joyful noise;  
With Acclamations to your God,  
Declare your inward joys.  
His high Perfections do proclaim  
Him greatly to be feared;  
This King of all the world commands  
Your Honour and regard.  
By him o'er warlike Nations we  
Our Conquests do advance:  
And he this happy Land has chose  
For our Inheritance.  
Here he resides too, and in this  
All People we excel:  
A signal Token 'tis of Love  
When God with us will dwell.  
In a triumphant state our, Lord  
This Holy Place ascends;  
Loud noise of trumpets all the while  
Our shouts of joy attends.  
Sing cheerful praises to our God,  
Sing Praises to our King:  
He's Lord of all the Earth, his praise  
With understanding sing.  
He makes the Heathen feel his power,  
And him their sovereign own;  
He seats himself upon the Ark,  
As on his Holy Throne.  
Rulers and People at set times  
Do all assemble here;  
And whilst they worship Abr'ham's God,  
From foes no danger fear.  
God, who their safety undertakes,  
Superior is to all:  
His Rule extends o'er those whom men  
The Earth's Defenders call.   

PSALM XLVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

GReat Praises to the greatest Lord,  
Are due from none so much as those  
Of his own City, in that Mount  
He for his solemn worship chose.  
For Situation, the whole Land  
None so delightful does afford;  
Seen Northward of Jerusalem,  
The City of our Mighty Lord.  
As in a Royal Palace, there  
God keeps his solemn Residence:  
His Divine presence makes it safe,  
No Fort can give it such defence.  
The Forces of Confed'rate Kings  
Drew near, this City to attack:  
They saw it, and like men amazed,  
In great Confusion hasted back.  
Terror and fear seized all their Host;  
No childbed throws come on so fast:  
Such as the Mariners feel, whose ships  
Tossed by fierce Tempests, break at last.  
God's City has such wonders seen,  
As heretofore our Fathers told:  
His Mercy, which has saved us now,  
Will still protect, and it uphold.   

Part II.  
Not trusting to our Arms or Forts,  
We to thy Temple did repair;  
Thought on thy Love, and waited there,  
What God would do, by humble prayer.  
Thy Name's the Lord of Hosts, we found  
Thee so, in our Deliverance:  
And all the World thy glorious power  
In cheerful Praises will advance.  
Thy hand for works of Mercy, Lord,  
As well as Justice is renowned:  
Let Zion then begin her Songs,  
Followed By Judah's cities round.  
Go round the Holy Mount; her towers,  
Her Palaces and Bulwarks view;  
All are entire; and with what Care  
IT has been by Heaven preserved, show.  
Record it too, that after times  
May trust in God, whom we have tried:  
Then he, who now our Guard has been,  
Will ever be our God and Guide.    

PSALM XLIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LET all the People round the Earth,  
Their Ears with great attention bow,  
To words that equally concern  
Both rich and poor, both high and low.  
Wise and grave Maxims I lay down:  
And with attention quick and sharp  
Myself will listen, while they're sung  
To the soft Music of my Harp.  
Why should the, Man who trusts in God,  
Affright himself with needless fear  
In days of evil; when Old Age  
Approaches, or when Death draws near.  
Vain men applaud their Stores, yet none  
His Brother can from dying, save;  
Life's purchase is too great; no wealth  
Can buy our freedom from the Grave.  
The Ashes of the Wise and Good  
With Fools together mingled lie:  
The Rich, tho' loath to go, must leave  
The World, with all their wealth, and die.   

Part II.  
Some think on houses that they build,  
Their Fame eternally shall stand;  
And to preserve their Memory,  
Give their own Names unto their Land.  
Death levels all their State with Beasts,  
Makes all their splendid Titles fade:  
Yet their posterity approves  
The Follies and Mistakes they made.  
Driven to the Grave like sheep, their, strength  
And beauty quite consumed away;  
They in Death's Fold shall lie ●nclos'd,  
Till the great Resurrection-Day.  
A Day in which the Just shall reign,  
And o'er the Bad Dominion have:  
Then I shall be received to bliss,  
After I'm raised from the Grave.  
Be not concerned when one's made rich  
Or honoured here; for when he dies;  
Naked he goes away from hence,  
And stripped of all his Glory lies.  
Tho' whilst he lived he blessed himself,  
And other Men are apt to praise  
His prudent Management, who strives  
His Wealth or Family to raise:  
It's folly all; since he must tread  
The Path his Fathers went before;  
And in the Place where now he dwells,  
Never see Light or Comfort more.  
Man that to Honour is advanced,  
And with true Wisdom is not blest;  
Tho' pleased with faise and flattering hopes,  
Shall die and perish like a Beast.    

PSALM XLIX.  
[Another Metre.]  

ALL People round the Earth, your ears  
With needful listening bow:  
My words concern both rich and poor  
Alike, both high and low.  
Wise and grave Maxims I compose,  
And with attention sharp  
Myself will listen, whilst they're sung  
To my Melodious Harp.  
Wherefore should he that trusts in God.  
Affright himself with fear  
In evil days; to see Old Age  
Approach, or Death draw near?  
Men boast their Stores, and yet none can  
From Death his Brother save:  
Life's purchase is too great, to buy  
Our Freedom from the Grave.  
The Ashes of die wise with fools  
Together mingled lie;  
The Rich, tho' loath, must leave the world  
With all their wealth, and die.  
Some think on houses that they build  
Their Fame shall ever stand;  
And that their Names may not be lost,  
They give them to their Land.  
Death levels all their pomp with beasts,  
Makes all their Titles fade;  
Yet their posterity approves  
All the mistakes they made.   

Part II.  
Driven to the grave like sheep, men's strength  
And Beauty fades away;  
And there shall lie enclosed, till  
The Resurrection Day.  
Then shall the Just men reign, and o'er  
The Bad Dominion have;  
Then I shall be received to bliss,  
When raised from the Grave.  
Envy not him that's glorious here  
Or rich, for when he dies,  
Naked he goes away, and stripped  
Of all his Glory lies.  
Tho' whilst he lived he blessed himself;  
And men are apt to praise  
That prudent Management, which wealth  
And Families does raise:  
It's Folly all; for he must go  
Where others went before;  
And never, where he now must dwell,  
See Light or Comfort more.  
Man that is honoured here, and with  
True wisdom is not blest;  
Tho' pleased with flattering hopes, shall die,  
And perish like a Beast.    

PSALM L.  

THE Mighty God, and Lord of all,  
Calls the whole Land to hear;  
And summons all from East to West  
Before him to appear.  
Sion' s the beauteous Palace, where  
God keeps his Residence;  
He'll go in greatest Splendour forth  
And Kingly State from thence.  
All shall have notice of it; when  
Lightnings devouring flame,  
And thundering Tempests round about  
His coming shall proclaim.  
So public, that both Heaven and Earth  
His witnesses shall be;  
And all the world the Equity  
Of his Proceed see.  
He'll give strict charge, to gather all  
His Saints to this Assizo;  
Who have a Solemn Covenant made  
Confirmed by Sacrifice.  
Conspicuous as the heavens themselves  
His Justice shall appear;  
Since God himself, the Righteous Judge,  
Will pass the Sentence there.  
O Israel, hear to what my charge  
Against thee does amount;  
It is thy God, who gave thee Laws,  
Now calls thee to account.  
But I'll not charge thee with neglects  
Of legal Sacrifice;  
The Smoke of whose  Offerings  
Daily to Heaven does rise.  
Think not by Store of these, amends  
For other Sins to make:  
I need not Bullocks or He-Goats  
From thy short Stores to take.   

Part II.  
The  on a thousand Hills,  
The Beasts both wild and tame;  
Fowls of the Mountains by me known,  
All as mine own I claim.  
Can I be hungry, I'd not ask  
Thee to provide me food;  
Since all the Earth to me belongs,  
With its full stores of good.  
Nor 'cause the flesh and blood of beasts  
Are on mine Altar, think  
I have such Appetite, as craves  
Supply of meat and drink.  
Offer to God thy thanks; and pay  
Thy Vows to the most High:  
In trouble pray to him; when saved  
Him only glorify.  
But, wicked wretch, why dost thou Name  
God's Covenant in thy talk?  
Urge others to observe his Laws,  
Which thou dost slight and balk?  
Thou canst allow and share with thefts,  
And foul Adulteries:  
Slanders, employ thy Tongue, thy mind  
Contrives deceit and Lies.  
Thy Calumnies spare not so much  
As thine own Mother's Son:  
Thou thought'st too, cause so long forborn,  
I liked these things thou'st done.  
But I'll correct thee, and in view  
Thy sins in order set.  
You're warned, and now consider well  
All ye that God forget.  
Abused Patience will make  
His wrath the more severe;  
And none have power to rescue those  
Whom he'll in pieces tear.  
Know then, that whoso offers praise,  
Pleases and honours me;  
And he who orders right his ways,  
Shall my Salvation see.    

PSALM LI.  
[To the Tune of the Lamentation,] 
 Or as the 100 Psalm.  

LOrd, look upon my sinful Soul,  
That unto thee for Mercy flies;  
As thy Compassions boundless are,  
So blot out mine iniquities.  
O wash me throughly from my crimes,  
For thou alone canst make me clean;  
With tears I now confess my guilt,  
Amazed to see how vile I've been.  
None else can call me to account,  
But thy Tribunal, Lord, I fear;  
For if arraigned and judged by thee,  
I must be cast, and thou be clear.  
I was conceived and born in sin,  
Too prone and bend to do amiss;  
But inward Purity to thee,  
And Truth of Heart most pleasing is.  
Lord, show me thou art reconciled,  
As those with Hyssop sprinkled know  
They are absolved; thy Grace can wash  
And make me whiter than the Snow.  
My sins have forfeited the joys  
And inward peace that once I had;  
Thy pardoning voice would heal again  
My broken bones and make them glad.  
No longer, Lord, behold my sins  
With a severe and angry look;  
O take their stains out of my Soul,  
And blot their guilt out of thy book.  

* This may be here added, when the Tune of the Lamentation is used.  To thee, O Father, to the Son  
And Holy Ghost, whom we adore;  
Be Glory, as it was of old,  
Is now, and shall be evermore.   

Part II.  
Create in me, O God, a heart  
Clean and unspotted in thy sight;  
Renew a well composed mind,  
Unmoved from Goodness and upright.  
Lord, do not cast me from thy sight,  
As one whom thou no more canst Love;  
Nor let thy Spirit, whose grace I need,  
Tho' grieved too much, from me remove.  
Its saving Comforts and free aids,  
T' uphold my feeble powers, afford.  
Thus Sinners will be drawn t'amend  
Their ways, and turn unto the Lord.  
O save me from the crying guilt  
Of Blood, that sin of crimson dye;  
Thy Faithfulness I'll then proclaim,  
And loudly sing thy Clemency.  
My opened Lips shall speak thy praise;  
For this thou rather dost desire,  
Than costly Sacrifice of Beasts  
Consumed wholly in the fire.  
Thou, Lord, a broken contrite heart  
Dost more than bloody offerings prise;  
This present now I humbly make,  
Which God, I trust, will not despise.  
Thy people whom thou lov'st, delight  
To bless, defend and secure them:  
Do good to Zion, Lord, and build  
The Walls of thy Jerusalem.  
The Praises of the Righteous then,  
How kind thou art, shall loudly tell;  
And all their choicest Offerings laid  
Upon God's Altar, please him well.    

PSALM LI.  
[Another Metre.]  

BEhold, O Lord, my sinful Soul  
To thee for Mercy flies;  
Thy boundless Mercy can blot out  
All mine Iniquities.  
O wash away my crimes, for thou  
Alone canst make me clean:  
I now confess my guilt, amazed  
To see how vile I've been.  
Tho' none can call me to account.  
Thy Sentence, Lord, I fear;  
If judged by thee, I know I must  
Be cast, and thou be clear.  
I was conceived and born in Sin,  
Too prone to do amiss;  
But Purity and Truth of Heart  
To thee most pleasing is.  
Show thou art reconciled, as those  
With Hyssop sprinkled know  
They are absolved; thy Grace can wash,  
And make me white as Snow.  
My Sins have forfeited the Joys  
And Peace that once I had;  
Thy Voice would heal my broken bones,  
Thy Pardon make them glad.  
No longer, Lord, behold my sins  
With a displeased Look;  
O take their stains out of my Soul,  
Their Gild out of thy Book.   

Part II.  
Create in me, O Lord, a heart:  
Unspotted in thy sight;  
Renew in me a mind unmoved  
From Goodness, and upright.  
Lord, do not cast me from thy sight,  
As one thou canst not love;  
Nor let thy Spirit, tho' grieved too much,  
Its Grace from me remove.  
Its Comforts and free aids, t' uphold  
My feeble powers afford:  
Thus Sinners will amend their ways,  
And turn unto the Lord.  
O save me from the Gild of Blood,  
That sin of Crimson Dye;  
Then I'll proclaim thy Faithfulness,  
And sing thy Clemency.  
My opened Lips shall speak thy praise;  
For this thou dost desire,  
Rather than sacrifice of Beasts  
Consumed in the fire.  
Thou dost a broken contrite heart  
More than all Offerings prise;  
This present now I humbly bring,  
Which God will not despise.  
Delight to bless thy People, Lord,  
Defend and secure them;  
Do good to Zion; build the walls  
Of thy Jerusalem.  
The Praises of the Righteous then,  
How kind thou art, shall tell;  
And all their Offerings laid upon  
God's Altar, please him well.    

PSALM LII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
VAin mighty Man! to vaunt it so  
That thou canst mighty Mischief do!  
Unlike to God, who's not inclined  
By'Almighty Power, to be less kind.  
Thou Hypocrite! Malice did whet  
Thy Tongue, like Razor newly set;  
The first mischievous Instrument,  
Prepared to stay the Innocent.  
Tho' Truth and Right are spoke with ease,  
Evil and Lies thee better please.  
Thy Calumnies, false tongue, have power  
At once a City to devour.  
Thou canst not God's just Doom avoid,  
Thy turn is next to be destroyed:  
He'll pluck thee from thy dwelling-place,  
And root out all thy cursed Race.  
The Just shall dread to see thy fall,  
Yet thus express their Joys withal.  
" See here the wretched end, yet just,  
" Of one that made not God his Trust.  
" Who meant by treacherous Arts and Lies,  
" By wicked practices to rise;  
" And strengthened by great wealth he thought  
" Himself secure; He's brought to nought.  
Whilst I, designed for ruin, stand;  
Supported by the Almighty's hand;  
And flourish like an Olive-tree:  
God's Mercy still my Trust shall be.  
What God has done, I'll celebrate,  
For what he has promised ever wait;  
Tho' other ways bad men propound,  
This the best course his Saints have found.   

Psalm LIII  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  
THE Fools believe no God  
Does mind th' affairs below:  
For tho' they speak it not aloud,  
They live as if 'twere so.  
All are corrupt and vile,  
Their Actions hateful are;  
They're only skilful to do ill,  
From Good estranged far.  
God from his Throne looked down,  
And took a strict Survey,  
What men did seek and know the Lord,  
And his just Laws obey.  
All were degenerate,  
With loathsome Sins overgrown;  
What was Religious just and good,  
None practised, no not one.  
Strange Madness! that they should  
Like bread the poor devour;  
And neither own thee by their prayers  
Nor dread thy mighty Power.  
Where all their fears were vain,  
Great terrors seized them there;  
God who despised them, made their fall  
As shameful as their fear.  
Delay not, Lord, to set  
Thy captive people free:  
When thy Salvation shall appear,  
Great will their triumphs be.   

Psalm LIV.  
SAve me, O God, thy glorious Name,  
Thou righteous Judge, advance:  
O hear my prayer, and show thy power  
In my Deliverance.  
For Enemies to me unknown,  
And Strangers to thy fear  
Seek to betray me, and to take  
Away my Life, draw near.  
See how my gracious God appears,  
And brings unlooked-for aid:  
Since he my threatened Life secures,  
I'll be no more afraid.  
God will repay their wrongs, contrived  
With such malicious fraud:  
When thy just Vengeance on them falls,  
All will thy Truth applaud.  
My free and grateful sacrifice  
Of Praise to God I'll bring;  
His Power and Wisdom celebrate,  
His Goodness ever sing.  
For now I'm safe from all my fears,  
And I with pleasure see  
Mine Enemy's retreat with shame,  
Who gloried over me.   

PSALM LV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LOrd hear my prayer, and do not hid  
Thyself from thy poor Suppliant:  
Consider how I mourn, and make  
A doleful noise in my Complaint.  
My wicked Foe has War proclaimed,  
And now reduced me to sore straits;  
And loading me with forged crimes,  
With rage pursues me, whom he hates.  
Sore Anguish pains me to the Heart,  
I feel even Death's strange Agonies:  
My Danger threatens me so loud,  
That trembling horrors on me seize,  
Oh who will lend me wings, as swift  
As Dove's, who have their innocence,  
That to a safe and quiet place  
I might retire, by flying hence.  
I'd choose to wander any where,  
Or to some unknown Desert go:  
I'd hasten my escape, nor stay  
Till this fierce Tempest did o'erblow.  
May all their Counsels disagree,  
And their Destruction spring from thence,  
The City's with Contention filled,  
By rapine caused and Violence.  
These Day and Night go round the Walls,  
Mischief and Woe Keep Sentry there:  
Iniquity deceit and guile  
In th' Head of every street appear.  
I was not by an open Foe  
Reproached, one made by quarrels fierce;  
I could have born it then, or else  
Been safe, by shunning his converse.  
But thou, perfidious wretch, waste one  
Beloved, my Counsellor, my Friend;  
With whom my hours, both at my own  
And at God's House, I oft did spend.   

Part II.  
Let them be seized by sudden Death,  
And sink alive into a Grave;  
For else, where e'er they go or stay,  
Mischievous plots a place will have.  
But I intent to call on God,  
Who'll rescue me from what I fear;  
Evening and Morning, and at Noon,  
I'll cry aloud, and he will hear.  
He'll settle me in peace, my Life  
In battle save from cruel hands:  
Tho' they in Number far exceed,  
God's Presence for an Army stands.  
God, who the same abides, their pride,  
Will humble, and my prayers will hear;  
Who prospering hitherto in Sin,  
Change not, nor God's just Vengeance fear.  
He who all Laws of Friendship, all  
Oaths of Fidelity has broke.  
Gave words as smooth as oil, when just  
Ready to give a Mortal stroke.  
Cast all the burden of thy Cares  
On God, who will support his own;  
They, tho' sore shaken for a while,  
Shall not be utterly cast down.  
But prosperous Iniquity  
Prepares men for a fearful end;  
Whom God, when they are most secure,  
Will headlong to destruction send.  
How seldom do the Men of Blood  
And Treachery, live half their Days;  
I trust, I shall mine Age conclude  
In peace, and long God's Goodness praise.    

PSALM LVI.  

REscue my Life in Mercy, Lord,  
For Man would me devour;  
His hot and close pursuit affords  
No Truce to breathe an Hour.  
My Foes that for my ruin gape,  
And wait my steps t'ensnare;  
As well in Number as in Power  
To me Superior are.  
But tho' a sudden danger may.  
Some present frights create;  
My Trust in thee will never fail.  
My Fears to dissipate.  
Then by God's Help I'll celebrate  
With praise his faithful Word;  
And vanquish all my fears of Men,  
By trusting in the Lord.  
When I would conquer their ill will,  
By being Innocent;  
They wrist my words, and to my hurt  
Their thoughts are wholly bend.  
For this they frequent counsels hold,  
And Snares in secret lay;  
Watch all my motions and their time:  
To take my Life away.   

Part II.  
Shall crafty wickedness prevail,  
And scape without God's frown?  
Repress their haughty insolence;  
With Vengeance cast them down.  
Forced to wander here and there,  
Thou knowst how oft I weep;  
A kind remembrance of my tears,  
And of my troubles keep.  
I know my prayer shall now prevail  
To quell my foes, whose pride  
Will make my Victory more sure,  
Since God is on my side.  
Then by God's help I'll celebrate  
With praise, his faithful word;  
And vanquish all my fears of men,  
By trusting in the Lord.  
I'm bound by Vows to praise my God  
Even to my latest breath;  
Who, when in utmost danger left,  
Rescued my Life from Death.  
From falling by the wicked's power  
If God will me defend;  
My Feet his paths shall tread, my Life  
I'll in his service spend.    

PSALM LVII.  
LOrd, since I trust in thee alone,  
Mercy to me extend;  
I fly for Shelter to thy wings,  
Till all my troubles end.  
To him, whose power is over all,  
In my distress I'll cry;  
Since thou hast saved me heretofore,  
Thy help will still be nigh.  
He will employ his heavenly aids  
And save me by his Power;  
Put those to shame, who would my Life  
With greedy haste devour.  
God's Mercy and his Truth's engaged  
For my security:  
Tho' rather among cruel Beasts  
Than Men, enclosed I lie.  
They breathe mere flames, their teeth are spears  
Their tongue a sharpened sword:  
Exalt thyself 'bove Heaven and Earth  
In my deliverance, Lord.  
When with the Fowler's treacherous Arts,  
My ruin was prepared;  
Their Pits occasioned their own fall,  
Their Gins themselves ensnared.  
My heart, O God, is now prepared,  
And this my Tongue shall raise;  
Which with my Harp shall early sing  
A Consort to thy Praise.  
The Great Salvation thou hast; wrought  
I'll to the World proclaim;  
The scattered Nations shall assist  
My Songs, to spread thy same.  
Thy Mercy reaches to the heavens,  
Thy Truth unto the Skies;  
Then let thy Glories, Lord, above  
Both Earth and Heaven rise.   

PSALM LVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

YE that administer affairs,  
And Judges in great councils sit,  
Do ye just Sentences pronounce,  
And Righteous Men with care acquit?  
So far from this; when all things should  
In equal Balances be weighed,  
You practise open Violence,  
By your corrupt affections swayed.  
But 'tis no wonder; since you were  
Depraved, almost as soon as born;  
A wicked brood; trained up to lie,  
To flatter, and all Truth to scorn.  
Your venomed Tongues strike at my Life;  
No Serpent deadlier poison bears;  
To all true Information deaf,  
The Asp, it's said, thus stops her ears.  
In vain on that which will not hear,  
Charmers employ their Magick-skill;  
And all reproofs on you are lost,  
Who are unjust by Stubborn will.  
But tho' there's nothing can correct,  
Yet, Lord, their wickedness disarm;  
When they like Lions fiercely rage,  
Leave them no power to do me harm.  
 
  

Part II.  
May all the wicked's power fail,  
Like hasty showers as quickly spent;  
Their Arrows prove like broken reeds,  
When e'er their Bow's for Mischief bend.  
Like Snails so let them melt away;  
Or those untimely births, begun  
With painful throes the Mothers feel,  
Which die before they see the Sun.  
You're ready to devour the poor,  
Like thorns prepared to seethe a pot;  
When by a furious Tempest raised,  
All's swept away, before it's hot.  
This Righteous Vengeance shall provoke  
The Joys and Triumphs of the Good,  
As o'er the slain with Victory  
They pass, and dip their feet in blood.  
And all that see it will confess  
That God men's actions does regard;  
And will not fail, as they deserve  
Either to punish or reward.    

PSALM LIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LOrd, save me from mine Enemies,  
From, those that now against me rise:  
Workers of Wickedness, whose rage  
Blood must, and only mine, assuage.  
Lo! how the mighty Men are met,  
And with strong Guards my house beset;  
To take away my Life they wait,  
Who by no Crime deserve their hate.  
Thou see'st how busily they run,  
And, Lord, thou knowst I've nothing done;  
Thou who hast oft my helper been,  
Behold what dangers I am in.  
What's all their force, who thus combine,  
Lord God of Hosts, compared with thine?  
Spare not these Heathens, who profess  
They're thine, but wickedly transgress.  
When I their Malice scape by Day,  
They come at Evening for their prey;  
Which they like growling Dogs do watch,  
And hunt the City round to catch.  
Their Malice bursts out with their words,  
They talk of naught but death and swords;  
For who, say they, minds what we do?  
Thou Lord; and wilt deride them too.  
Exposed to all men's Scorn they'll be,  
Who shall their hopes defeated see.  
Tho' strong they are, on God I'll wait,  
Who will defend me from their hate.   

Part II.  
My gracious God will now prevent  
My ruin, upon which they re bent;  
And, by my strange escape, complete  
My wish, in their as strange defeat.  
 
 
I wish not they at once were slain,  
This would be soon forgot again;  
If only scattered and brought low,  
Their lasting shame thy power would show.  
Since their audacious Blasphemies,  
Their Execrations, Oaths and lies,  
Are sins whereof their Mouths are full;  
Just Vengeance on their heads they'll pull.  
Thus wand'ring let them pine and waste,  
And perish in thy wrath at last;  
That there's a God than all will know,  
Who governs every thing below.  
Now let them come as heretofore,  
Watch like a growling Dog my door,  
Or hunt me round in every street;  
A plague like to it let them meet.  
Forced like a Dog that fain would eat,  
To wander up and down for meat,  
And pass whole nights in sad complaints,  
That none does satisfy their wants.  
But whilst they make a howling noise,  
I'll early raise my praising voice,  
Proclaim God's Care and Providence,  
in straits my refuge and defence.  
I'll praise thee now my danger's over,  
My strength, to whom I prayed before:  
Thy Mercy ever sing and show,  
To which my Life and Safety's due.    

PSALM LX.  

IN just displeasure for our sins  
Deserted we have lain;  
Our powers all broken and dispersed,  
Lord, turn to us again.  
Our Land by sad Divisions torn,  
Does strange Convulsions feel;  
The Breaches by our Folly made,  
Thy hand can only heal.  
So heavy have our sorrows been,  
And such amazement wrought;  
As if of deadly wine w'had drank  
A stupifying draught.  
But God, his promise to fulfil,  
An Ensign does advance,  
To which the Righteous may repair,  
And find deliverance.  
That thy beloved may obtain  
A Saviour in their need,  
In answer to my servant prayers  
Thy timely succours speed.   

Part II.  
God's sacred promise passed, now makes  
My hopes depend on thee;  
The Land that round Samaria lies,  
Submits itself to me.  
The rest of Israel's Tribes unite  
To own my righteous Cause;  
Ephraim's my chiefest strength for War,  
Judah supports my Laws.  
Moab and Edom, as vile slaves  
To serve me will be glad;  
Philistia meet her conquering Lord,  
And to his Triumphs add.  
Who then will lead me to that Hold  
On Edom's Frontiers lies,  
So strongly fenced 'gainst all assaults,  
Which all my force defies?  
The Lord will do't, who heretofore  
Refused our Arms to bless;  
He'll undertake our conduct now,  
And crown it with Success.  
Man's weakness helps in vain, may we  
Thine aids in trouble meet;  
Our hands shall do ●reat acts, our foes  
Lie conquered at our feet.    

PSALM LXI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
REgard, O Lord, my prayer and cry:  
Tho' forced to fly in this distress  
TO th' utmost corner of the Land,  
Yet thou canst hear and help no less.  
My heart's with sorrow overwhelmed:  
Be thou to me a safe retreat;  
Where placed above my foes and fears  
I may enjoy a quiet Seat.  
In all assaults thou still hast been  
To me a Shelter and strong Tower.  
I shall be safe where thou dost dwell,  
Trusting in thy protecting power.  
Since thou hast heard my Vows, and I  
Thy people's Heritage possess:  
With a long Life and happy Reign,  
Thy King, I hope, thou still wilt bless,  
May he for ever in thy Love  
And fear, O Lord, abide; and send,  
That Truth and Goodness better far,  
Than strongest Guards may him defend.  
So will I cheerful praises sing,  
And thy great Name for ever bless:  
And carefully perform those Vows  
I made to God in my distress.   

PSALM LXII.  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  

MY Soul doth wait on God,  
My Rock and my defence:  
Tho' you disturb my peace, I'm safe  
Under his Providence.  
Why should you seek your own  
Destruction in my fall?  
Like a lose fence you'll tumble down,  
Or like a bowing wall.  
They're busy to supply  
With Lies, what wants in force  
To ruin me; they speak me fair,  
Whom inwardly they curse.  
Thy Duty, O my Soul,  
Do not to God neglect:  
Wait on him still, from whom alone  
deliverance I expect.  
He only is my Rock  
And my Salvation;  
He's my defence; it's not their power,  
Can thrust me from my throne.  
Safety and Honour both  
On God alone depend;  
He, like a Rock or Fort, shall me  
'Gainst all my Foes defend.   

Part II.  
Ye people trust in God,  
When e'er you are afraid;  
He'll be your refuge in distress,  
When you implore his aid.  
The Men of Low degree  
Are vain; great men a Lie:  
Both in the Balance laid appear  
Lighter than Vanity.  
Wealth makes not happy Men,  
'Tis vain in this to trust:  
Then seek not to enrich yourselves  
By ways that are unjust.  
It Riches should abound,  
By Heaven's Blessing sent,  
Take heed they do not gain your hearts,  
Nor make you insolent.  
That all may know from whence  
Their help they should derive;  
Thou, Lord, hast oft declared, that power  
Is thy prerogative.  
That Mercy flows no less  
Abundantly from thee;  
So that according to Men's works,  
Their due reward shall be.    

PSALM LXIII.  
EArly, O Lord, my fainting Soul  
Thy Mercy does implore;  
No Traveller in desert Lands  
Can thirst for water more.  
I long t' appear as I was wont,  
Within thy Holy place;  
Thy Power and Glory to behold,  
And to obtain thy Grace.  
For Life itself, without thy Love,  
No relish does afford;  
No other joys can equal this,  
To serve and praise the Lord.  
I'll therefore make my prayers to him,  
And praise him whilst I live:  
This, like the choicest dainties, will  
Both food and pleasure give.  
When others sleep, my wakeful thoughts  
Present thee to my mind;  
And in the Night I think, how good  
My God has been and kind.  
Since thou alone hast been my help,  
To thee alone I fly;  
And on thy watchful Providence  
With cheerfulness rely.  
In all my straits I run to thee  
With Speed, and Safety gain;  
When I keep close to God, his Care  
And Power will me sustain.  
But they shall lose their own, who seek  
My Life to take away:  
And their slain carcases become  
Food for the Beasts of Prey.  
The King shall joy in God, and all  
That swear by his great Name  
Shall glory; when, perfidious Men  
Shall silenced be with Shame.   

PSALM LXIV.  
LOrd hear me, and from wicked Foes,  
Be thou my Life's defence:  
Protect me from their secret plots,  
And open Violence.  
Whose Malice whets their tongues, to wound  
Deeper than sharpest Swords;  
Who instead of poisoned arrows, use  
Cruel and slanderous words.  
A secret mischief they intent  
Against the innocent;  
Which fear of God will not restrain,  
Nor yet Man's Care prevent.  
Confirmed in Malice, and combined  
In secret Leagues, they hid  
Such undiscerned Snares, they think  
By none can be descried.  
Nothing that Diligence can work,  
Or wicked Skill find out,  
They unattempted leave, to bring  
Their Villainies about.  
But all in vain: for that just God  
Whose vengeance they provoke,  
Shall ruin all their plots, and wound  
Them by a sudden Stroak.  
Their wicked counsels and false tongues  
Shall on themselves return:  
And left by all, o'er their lost hopes  
They shall unpitied mourn.  
All that behold this work, possessed  
With awful fear, shall own,  
It was an hand Divine, not chance  
Threw these proud sinners down.  
The Just will trust in God the more,  
And loudly tell their joys:  
Who makes them gloriously triumph  
O'er wicked Craft and Lies.   

PSALM LXV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

PRaises in Zion wait for thee,  
And there the Vow performed shall be:  
To thee, O God, that hearest Prayer,  
All Flesh shall cheerfully repair.  
Our sins may justly put a Stop  
To all that good from thee we hope;  
Thy Mercy does those fears allay,  
For this will purge our sins away.  
O happy they! that may draw near  
To thee, and in thy Courts appear;  
For these shall all refreshments have  
Thy House can give, or they can crave.  
By thine amazing wonders thou  
Thy Kindness to the Good dost show;  
The Ends of th' Earth in thee conside,  
And th' Isles that in the Sea reside.  
Mountains, that seem to touch the Sky,  
‛ Gain from thy strength Stability:  
The roaring Seas God does assuage,  
And stills the people's madder rage.   

Part II.  
O'er all the Earth the Nations spread,  
Thy works of Power and Anger dread;  
And all adore thy Goodness great,  
Where e'er the Sun does rise or set.  
Thy Care prevents a threatening dearth  
Thou visitest the thirsty Earth:  
Showers to enrich her barren womb,  
From thy full Springs above do come.  
Thy Bounty does that food provide,  
By which our needs are all supplied.  
The hardened ridges of the field,  
Wat'red with Showers are soft and yield.  
It's Seed, by clods thus gently pressed,  
Springs up, and by'after reins is blessed.  
The fruitful Year rich blessings crown,  
And Plenty from the Clouds drops down.  
The Wilderness refreshed with rain,  
Tho' parched before, now springs again:  
The Little Hills new Garments wear,  
And in their youthful Green appear.  
Flocks are the clothing of the Plain,  
The Vales are covered over with grain:  
All Nature seems to shout and sing,  
To welcome in the hopeful Spring.    

PSALM LXV.  
[Another Metre.]  

PRaises in Zion wait for thee,  
The Vow there paid shall be:  
To thee, O God, that hearest prayer,  
All gladly shall repair.  
Our sins may justly put a stop  
TO all good from thee we hope;  
Thy Mercy will those fears allay,  
And purge our sins away.  
O happy they that may draw near,  
And in God's Courts appear;  
Refreshments in thy House they'll have  
Of what their Souls can crave.  
 
 
By thine amazing wonders, thou  
Kindness to us dost show:  
In thee the Ends of th' Earth confide,  
Isles that i'th' Sea reside.  
The towering Mountains, by thy hand  
Fixed and unmoved stand.  
The roaring Seas God does assuage,  
And People's madder rage.   

Part II.  
Thy powerful Works, the Nations spread  
So widely, see and dread:  
All where the Sun does rise or set,  
Adore thy Goodness great.  
Thy Care prevents a threatening Dearth,  
Thou visitest the Earth:  
Showers from above, t'enrich her womb,  
Like flowing rivers come.  
By food thy Bounty does provide,  
Our needs are all supplied.  
The hardened ridges of the field  
Soft'ned by showers yield.  
It's seed, by clods thus gently pressed  
Springs up, by fresh rain blessed.  
The fruitful year rich blessings crown  
Which fattening Showers drop down.  
The wilderness refreshed with rain,  
Tho' parched, now Springs again.  
The little Hills new garments wear,  
In youthful green appear.  
Flocks are the clothing of the plain,  
The Vales spread over with grain.  
All Nature seems to shout, and sing  
Welcome t' a hopeful spring.    

PSALM LXVI.  

LET all the Earth with joy resound,  
To God their Voices raise:  
Extol him in their Songs, and make  
Him Glorious by their Praise.  
Proclaim his mighty works, in which  
Such terror does appear;  
As makes his Foes to crouch, and feign  
Obedience through their fear.  
Even all the Earth shall worship thee,  
And sing unto thy Name:  
Who see the wonders thou hast done  
To raise and spread thy Fame.  
He turned the Sea into dry Land;  
The swelling Flood made way  
For Israel to pass: Who there  
His Glories did display.  
He views the Nations, and his Rule  
Does o'er the World extend;  
Then let not men rebel, for pride  
Will in their ruin end.  
Let all the people bless the Lord,  
And loudly sing thy Praise;  
Thou great Preserver of our Lives,  
And Guide of all our ways.   

Part II.  
Through severe trials we have passed,  
In grievous straits distressed:  
Like Beasts of burden have been used,  
With heavy loads oppressed.  
Insolent Tyrants, as vile Slaves  
Have trod us under feet:  
But through all dangers we are brought,  
Where Ease and Plenty meet.  
I'll go into thine house, O Lord,  
And thankful Offerings lay  
Before thine Altar, and the Vows  
I made in trouble pay.  
To honour him from whom all good  
Does come, I'll spare no cost;  
I'll offer what he does require,  
And what will please him most.  
Ye that are pious come and hear  
What God for me has done;  
His Mercies showed to me, will be  
For your Instruction.  
When I with grief oppressed, to him  
My fervent cries did raise;  
He heard me graciously, and turned  
My sighing into praise.  
God will not favour me, if I  
Iniquity regard:  
But he inclined his Ear to me,  
And my Petitions heard.  
O let the Glorious Name of God  
Be ever magnifieed;  
Who neither did reject my Prayer,  
Nor his own Grace denied.    

PSALM LXVII.  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  
Show Mercy to us, Lord,  
Bless us with gifts divine;  
O let the Glories of thy Face,  
On us thy Servants shine.  
May thy hid ways be known,  
Thy Fear on Earth abound;  
And thy Salvation over all  
The Heathen World resound.  
Let all in Psalms of Praise  
Their grateful thoughts express;  
Let all the people round the World  
Thy mighty Name confess.  
The Nations now may sing  
Their Joys, since God does reign:  
He rules with Wisdom, this great Judge  
Will Righteousness maintain.  
Let all in Psalms of Praise  
Their grateful thoughts express;  
Let all the people round the World  
Thy mighty Name confess.  
Then shall th' enriched Earth  
With Plenty overflow;  
And God on all his other Gifts,  
His Blessing will bestow.  
His Blessings showered on us,  
Our happy Days shall crown:  
His Power and Goodness all the World  
With humble Fear shall own.   

PSALM LXVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LET the great God arise, and then  
His scattered foes will flee for fear;  
Vanish like smoke, and melt like wax  
Before the Fire, when he draws near.  
But let the just rejoice, and praise  
His Name, to which all Power belongs;  
He rides on High above the Clouds,  
Let him be raised too in your Songs.  
He pities Orphans, Widows wrongs  
He rights, bring chained Prisoners out;  
He for the desolate provides,  
But plague's the RebelsLand with drought.  
Lord, when thou brought'st thy people forth  
From Egypt with a Mighty hand;  
And leddest them through the Wilderness,  
To bring them to the Promised Land:  
The heavens before thy Lightnings dropped,  
The Earth did with thy Thunder quake;  
Mount Sinai, when the Lord came down  
Did from its firm Foundation shake.  
In that dry Wilderness thou sentest  
A plenteous rain, at their complaint;  
Even Bread was reigned down from Heaven,  
For their Refreshment who were faint.  
Thy numerous people with their flocks,  
Found a convenient dwelling there;  
And by thy bounty, Lord, the poor  
With all things needful furnished were.   

Part II.  
When God had given them Victories,  
A female Army ('twas their use)  
Met the returning Conquerors,  
And in their Songs thus told the News:  
" All the great Captains of their Hosts,  
" Have left the field with hasty flight;  
" And left rich spoils, all shared by us  
" Women, who were too weak to fight.  
" Tho' you in Egypt's servile works,  
" Sull'ied among the Pots have lain;  
" Your Army's Wings, like those of Doves,  
" Victorious now, shall brightly shine.  
And so it was; for when the Kings  
On this Side Jordan conquered were,  
They as illustrious as the Snows  
On Salmon's Hill, did then appear.  
And when on th' other Side, the Lord  
Your Conquests also did advance;  
Th' high Hill of Basan then became;  
A part of God's Inheritance.  
 
 
But be not proud, ye lofty Hills,  
As if God meant with you t'abide;  
Sion's the Hill which he hath chose  
Therein for ever to reside.  
Thousands of Angels there attend,  
And God is where that Host appears:  
Sinai had once his presence, now  
To Zion th' Honour he transfers.   

Part III.  
Like a great Conqueror, our God.  
Ascended is above the Skies;  
And after him in triumph draws  
As Spoils, his captived Enemies.  
He scattered his various Gifts  
Around, to make his Bounty known;  
Even Rebels had a share, 'mongst whom  
He dwells, and they his kindness own.  
God that heaps daily benefits  
On us, shall have our praising Songs:  
He is our Saviour, to whom  
The Power of Life and Death belongs.  
In his just Vengeance he shall wound  
The Heads of all that him resist;  
On whom no Methods of his Love  
Prevail, who still in sin persist.  
God is resolved the Victories  
Of former Ages he'll renew;  
As great as those in Bashan's Land,  
And the Red Sea, his People knew.  
Thine Arms shall so victorious be,  
And such a Slaughter shall be made,  
That in thine Enemy's blood, the Dogs  
Their tongues may dip, and thou mayst wade.  
All know the Pomp with which God made  
His entrance to the Holy place:  
Singers and Players, Virgins too  
With Timbrels the procession grace.  
Who as they went along, all joined  
Their Voices, and this Song they sung,  
" In your assemblies bless the Lord,  
" All ye that are from Jacob sprung.  
The Tribes all, with their Princes, came;  
Judah and Benjamin lay near;  
But the remote too, Zobulun  
And Nephthali, attended there.   

Part IU.  
This Union which thy God has made,  
O Israol, has made thee strong:  
Confirm it, Lord, and what's begun  
So happily, continue long.  
Such Blessings on Jerusalem  
Shall from thy Temple there come down,  
That, by rich Presents thither brought,  
Kings shall themselves thy subjects own.  
Check that fierce Prince, like a wild beast  
With rage to War against us bend;  
With Captains furious as Bulls,  
Soldiers as Heifers insolent.  
Prancing in Silver-plated Arms,  
He unprovok'd comes out to fight:  
Scatter his Forces and destroy  
All that in War and blood delight.  
Egypt, to make a league with thee,  
Princely Ambassadors shall send,  
And Aethiopia to God  
Her hands in gifts and prayers extend.  
Praise him, ye Kingdoms of the Earth;  
Who governs all the Heavenly Spheres:  
From thence he thunders with his Voice,  
Which every Creature dreads that hears.  
Give him the Glory of his Power,  
Illustriously to Israel shown:  
Its wonders in the heavens appear,  
And thence by all the World is known.  
They that behold his Majesty  
In Holy Places, are amazed:  
'Tis God who giveth strength and power  
Unto his Saints; his Name be praised.    

PSALM LXIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

SAve me, O God, or else I'm drowned;  
Plunged in deep mire, I find no ground:  
Into deep Waters I am led,  
Whose swelling waves overflow my head.  
So long for help to thee I cry,  
I scarce can speak, my throat's so dry:  
Mine Eyes, with looking long in vain,  
I scarce can lift to Heaven for pain.  
My Foes are numberless and strong,  
Who ' unjustly to destroy me long:  
Tho', of all quarrels to be rid,  
I've paid for wrongs I never did.  
God knows, who all my faults does spy,  
I never did them Injury.  
Let none trust less in God, nor shun  
Well doing, seeing me undone.  
For 'tis for thy sake I have born  
Reproach, and suffered so much scorn:  
Deserted by Familiars been,  
Not owned by those of nearest kin.  
Zeal for the Honour of thy Name  
And House, consumes me like a Flame:  
All the reproaches thrown at thee,  
I felt as if they'd aimed at me.  
If fasting I bewail their spite,  
They call me a lewd Hypocrite:  
If I wear Sackcloth when I'm sad,  
I'm looked on as a Fool or Mad.  
When the grave Judges do me wrong,  
No wonder I'm the Drunkard's Song  
I'll only pray, that this may be  
Thy time, O Lord, to favour me.   

Part II.  
Hear me, and now in my distress  
Thy promised Goodness, Lord, express,  
Rescue me from that dangerous State  
I'm brought into by cruel hate.  
I'm lost amidst these Floods of woe,  
If I still sink, and they overflow:  
This heap of Waves, unless thou save,  
Will rise so high, they'll be my Grave.  
Lord, let my prayer be heard above,  
Whose only comfort is thy Love;  
As thou to pity art inclined,  
Let me thy tenderest Mercies find.  
Disown me not; who am not less  
Thy Servant, 'cause in such distress:  
But as my troubles greater are,  
Require thy speedier help and Care.  
Thy Power to save me interpose,  
Whose Life is struck at by my foes:  
Who, when I'm ruined, will aloud  
Proclaim their joys, and grow more proud,  
Thou knowst with what dishonour used,  
With what reproaches I'm abused;  
Both who are my sworn Enemies,  
And what they plot, before thee lies.  
To have no guilt, and thus to smart  
Under reproaches, breaks my heart:  
I find no Partner in my grief,  
As far from pity as relief.  
They bitterly my sorrows treat,  
And give me Gall, instead of meat:  
And when to quench my thirst I think,  
They give me Vinegar to drink.   

Part III.  
Like vengeance, Lord, for them prepare,  
And let their Table be their Snare:  
Their prosperous State without mishap,  
Be for their ruin a sure Trap.  
Let darkness seize their Eyes, and make  
Their Loins continually to shake:  
Let thy severest vengeance haste  
To overtake and hold them fast.  
They and their Race be so destroyed,  
Their houses may be waste and void.  
For whom God wounds, him they pursue  
His grief whom he afflicts, renew.  
Let such more wicked daily grow,  
And then no Mercy to them show:  
Cut off, may they no bleffing share  
Which to the Righteous promised are  
But, Lord, tho' I dejected lie,  
Save me, and fet me up on high.  
My Songs of Praise shall then declare,  
Thy Grace and Power how great they are,  
The Lord will more this Sacrifice  
Than fairest Ox or Bullock prize:  
And every pious heart that's sad,  
This will revive and make it glad.  
He his poor servants hears and saves,  
Whom men ill treat, and use as slaves.  
Let all the World his Goodness raise,  
Since one tongue's not enough for praise.  
For God will Zion save, and build  
Cities with Judah's people filled:  
Their Race that serve and love him well,  
Shall there reside and safely dwell.    

PSALM LXX.  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  
BEhold my troubles, Lord,  
How they with haste advance;  
O do not stay, but come as fast  
To my Deliverance.  
Let those that seek my Life  
Their own Confusion meet:  
When they attempt my hurt, with shame  
Be forced to retreat.  
Let such as make my griefs  
Their Sport unpitied be;  
Those that deride my trust in God,  
Reward with Infamy.  
But where true worshippers  
Do seek their God to please,  
Thy favour towards them express,  
And make their joys t' increase  
Let those that hope in thee,  
And thy Salvation love,  
Ever have cause and hearts to say,  
Praised be God above.  
Look on my State oppressed,  
With Misery and Grief;  
Thou art my Saviour and my help,  
Lord, send me quick relief.   

PSALM LXXI.  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  

MY Soul on God relies,  
Let none disgrace my trust:  
Lord, hear and save me when I call,  
As thou art good and just.  
Be thou my sure defence,  
Whereto I may resort;  
Make good thy gracious promise, Lord,  
Be thou my Rock and Fort.  
Save me from cruel Men,  
And those that are unjust;  
Thou, Lord, alone hast been my hope,  
And from my Youth, my trust.  
Thou took'st me from the Womb,  
When my first breath I drew;  
Thou hast sustained me ever since,  
All praise to thee is due.  
Many with wonder gaze  
On me, as one forlorn;  
But by my praises and thine aid,  
I shall confute their Scorn.  
Lord, when my strength decays,  
And when my years decline,  
Do not forsake or cast me off,  
But own me still for thine.  
Those that to ruin me  
Conspire, these counsels please.  
" Whom God has left, we will pursue,  
" Take and destroy with ease.  
Let their presumption, Lord,  
Incline thee to draw near,  
And make thine aids with greater speed  
For my relief appear.  
Lord, dissipate the force  
Of my confounded foes;  
And disappointed of their hopes  
To open shame expose.   

Part II.  
In God I'll place my hopes,  
Him with more praises crown:  
His Truth and Mercies I'll proclaim,  
Whose measures are unknown.  
To no Supports I'll fly,  
But to the strength divine;  
No other Goodness shall be named  
Or Faithfulness but thine.  
These from my Youth I've learned;  
And hitherto declared  
Thy wondrous works: forsake me not  
When I become grey-haired.  
Till I have further shown  
Thy Power, and taught thy fear  
Both to the present Age, and those  
That after shall appear.  
Thy Goodness, Lord, is great,  
Thy Works illustrious are;  
All thy Perfections have no Bounds,  
None can with thee compare.  
Thou shalt again revive  
My Soul, with grief depressed;  
Thou, Lord, wilt raise my low Estate,  
Comfort and give me rest.  
Then to proclaim thy Truth  
I'll all my Powers raise;  
And to improve my Songs, will add  
Sweet Instruments of praise.  
My cheerful tongue and lips,  
Shall loudly bear a part  
In praising thee, when tuned and raised,  
By a most thankful heart.  
This shall be my great work,  
To celebrate thy Fame;  
Who hast redeemed me, and brought  
Mine Enemies to shame.    

PSALM LXXII  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

Lord may the king with mighty skill  
And Grace to judge aright be blessed:  
Then equal Justice shall have place,  
And the poor injured be redressed.  
Then shall the happy people, peace  
And undisturbed quiet gain;  
When Rulers high and low, their rights  
And their just Liberties maintain.  
He the best use of power shall learn,  
To crush the proud oppressors might;  
And save the helpless poor from those  
Who in their Misery's delight.  
Thy never-ceasing righteous Rule,  
Thy lasting Honour shall procure;  
And all shall thee observe and fear,  
As long as Sun and Moon endure.  
By his mild Government, on all  
Such welcome blessigs shall come down,  
As showers on thirsty ground distil,  
Or gentle rains on grass new-mown.  
The righteous in his days shall thrive:  
The Moon itself shall sooner cease  
To fill and wain, than his just reign  
Fail to be blest with lasting peace.   

Part II.  
His Empire shall not be confined  
Within Judaea's bounds, but stretch  
Itself from Sea to Sea, as far  
As th' Earth's Inhabitants do reach.  
Dwellers in loansome deserts, shall  
To own and do him homage meet;  
His Enemies shall lick the Dust,  
By low prostrations at his feet.  
The Kings of Tharsis and the Isles  
Tho' distant far, shall presents bring;  
Princes from happy Arabs Land,  
With Gifts shall honour this great King.  
Yea by all Kings of th' Earth, shall he  
With Low Submissions be adored;  
All Nations Tributaries be,  
And serve him as their sovereign Lord.  
Mercy shall gain him this regard,  
As a known Patron of the poor;  
Who saves them, when they cry in vain  
To other helps, and his implore.  
Hell spare them, and their case forlorn  
Will pity; and when subtle spite  
Or violence their ruin seeks,  
Dear shall their blood be in his Sight.   

Part III.  
His Reign shall long and prosperous be;  
The East rich Off rings shall present;  
All men shall pray for his long Life,  
And praise his Righteous Government.  
Plenty shall every where abound,  
The Corn on barren Mountains sown,  
Shall Spring so thick, the fruit shall shake  
And make a noise like Lebanon.  
The Earth thus blest, the people too  
Shall fruitful be and flourishing;  
The City's Numbers shall increase  
Like Grass or Flowers in the Spring.  
Whilst the Sun's brightness lasts, his fame  
In all succession shall survive;  
All Nations shall him blessed call,  
And Blessings all from him derive.  
Blessed be the sovereign Lord, the God  
Of Israel, whose stupendious Acts  
Of Power our wonder, and whose Grace  
Our Love and Gratitude attracts.  
Oh, may the Glorious Name of God  
For ever be advanced then;  
His Glories fill the Earth, and all  
Join in his Praise, and say Amen.    

PSALM LXXIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

CErtain it is, that God is kind,  
To those that are sincerely good:  
But yet my Faith was at a loss,  
My feet did stagger where I stood.  
I saw the wicked's prosperous state,  
My envy at those Fools did rise:  
That when a healthful Age was past,  
A quiet Death should close their Eyes.  
Exempt from Plagues and Miseries  
That others seek t' escape in vain;  
They're covered over with Violence,  
And pride surrounds them like a chain.  
Pampered with Ease and Luxury,  
Their Body thrives, looks fresh and fair;  
Their Wealth rolls in with a full tide,  
Beyond their hopes, without their Care.  
Such is their lofty pride, t' oppress  
They make no Scruple, feel no shame:  
Dare Heaven itself with blasphemies,  
And freely blast the good Man's Name.  
This gives disturbance to his mind,  
And Passion makes his tears to flow;  
Doubts rise within him, whether God  
Discerns or minds things done below.  
Th' ungodly are the prosperous men,  
Thrive in the World, and riches gain:  
I've washed mine hands in Innocence,  
And cleansed my heart, says he, in vain.  
For every Morn renews my Plagues,  
And I whole Days in Sorrow spend:  
But stay: thus speaking I against  
The Faith of all good Men offend.   

Part II.  
I oft considered with myself  
Th' unequal ways of Providence;  
I found them hard to be resolved,  
And doubts long kept me in suspense.  
At God's House I at last enquired,  
And there did my mistakesamend:  
Before I only viewed their way,  
But now I understood their end.  
I saw the slippery precipice,  
On which their tottering feet were placed:  
And with what terrors they were seized,  
When down to sudden ruin cast.  
Their Happiness was like a dream,  
Which waking quickly vanishes:  
Lord! what a stupid Beast was I,  
To vex myself at their Success.  
For all this while I was thy care,  
By thee sustained, though suffering;  
Thy Counsels here shall guide me still,  
And afterward to Glory bring.  
Lord, there is none in Heaven or Earth,  
On whom I can rely like thee;  
For when my heart and hopes here fail,  
My Stay and Portion thou wilt be.  
But those that are from God estranged,  
Or unto hateful Idols bow,  
Shall surely their own ruin meet,  
And a deserved Overthrow.  
God is my chiefest Good; 'tis best  
To keep me to my God most nigh:  
Then I his Mercy and his Truth  
Shall praise, when I on him rely.    

PSALM LXXIII.  
[Another Metre.]  

IT's sure, that God is kind to those  
That are sincerely good:  
But yet my Faith was at a loss,  
I staggered where I stood.  
Viewing bad men, tho' foolish, here  
To prosper, envy rose;  
To see an easy Death, an Age  
Of health and vigour, close.  
From troubles freed, that other men  
Strive to escape in vain;  
They boast in violence, and pride  
Surrounds them like a chain.  
Pampered with Luxury and Ease,  
Their looks are fat and fair:  
Their wealth flows in beyond their hopes,  
And oft without their Care.  
TO opprese the weak, their lofty pride  
No scruple feels, nor shame.  
They dare Heaven to blaspheme, and blast  
Freely the Good man's Name.  
This gives disturbance to his thoughts,  
And makes his tears to flow:  
And now he doubts, whether God knows  
Or minds what's done below.  
Th' ungodly are the prosperous men,  
Grow rich and thrive amain.  
I've washed my hands in Innocence,  
And cleansed my heart in vain.  
For every Morn my plague's renewed,  
In grief whole days I spend.  
But stay: such words against the Faith  
Of all good men offend.   

Part II.  
I oft debated with myself  
God's way of Providence:  
I found the search too hard, and doubts  
Long kept me in suspense.  
Till coming to God's House, I there  
Did my Mistakes amend:  
Before I viewed their way, but now  
I understood their end:  
I saw the slippery precipice,  
On which their feet were placed:  
And with what terrors seized, when down  
To sudden ruin cast.  
Their happiness was like a dream  
Which waking vanishes.  
Lord! what a Beast was I, to vex  
Myself at their Success.  
For still I was thy care, by thee  
Sustained, tho' suffering.  
Thy Counsels they shall guide me here,  
And hence to Glory bring.  
There's none in Heaven or Earth, on whom  
I can rely, like thee.  
When my ' heart and hopes here fail, my stay  
And Portion thou wilt be.  
But those that are from Godestranged,  
Or unto Idols bow;  
Shall meet thy fierce displeasure here,  
And utter overthrow.  
God is my chiefest good: it's best  
To keep to him most: nigh:  
His Truth and Mercy I shall praise,  
When I on him rely.    

PSALM LXXIV  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

WIll God for ever cast of those  
Whom for his own, we know, he  
For ever shall his Anger smoke  
Against his once beloved Flock?  
Let not thy purchase, Lord, thy Lot  
So dearly bought, be quite forgot:  
But thy old dwelling call to mind,  
Zion, to which thou hast been kind.  
Visit with Speed, and view with pity  
The lasting ruins of our City;  
Or in thy Holy House alone,  
What mischief th' Enemy has done.  
Where we were wont thy Name t' adore,  
With rage they impiously roar:  
Their Banners there set up we see,  
In Token of their Viotory.  
As men in lopping off thick boughs,  
So here they; freely deal their blows.  
Carved work, in which such skill wasshown,  
An Axe's stroke at once hews down.  
The House, by being God's, that claims  
To be untouched they turn to flames;  
And levelly with the Ground thus lain,  
Is made by wicked hands profane.  
They have designed, such is their spite,  
To root out our Religion quite:  
Our Synagogues for this employed,  
Not one is left, but all destroyed.  
And, as if God had left us, we  
No tokens of his Presence see;  
No Prophet now to us does send,  
To tell us when our woes shall end.   

Part II.  
How long, Lord, wilt thou bear with those,  
Who Trust in thee to Scorn expose?  
And hearest what blasphemies they speak,  
That thou to save us art too weak.  
Why, Lord, dost thou that hand withdraw,  
That kept thine Enemies in awe?  
Exert thy power, and all will see  
Their Folly, who contend with thee.  
We thy Protection seem to claim,  
Of old our King, and still the same.  
What strange Salvation in times past  
Has this Land seen, that now lies waste?  
The parted Sea retired in haste,  
Ope'ning a way through which we passed.  
On its return th' Egyptian host,  
Stern as Sea-Monsters, all were lost.  
Phar'oh and all his Captains drowned  
And spewed out, no grave they found,  
But in the Bellies of wild Beasts,  
And Fowls, which on them made their feasts.  
From an hard Rock, cleft by a Rod,  
Streams flowed, and showed the power of God:  
Again, a flowing Stream does stop,  
And a great River's dried up.   

Part III.  
The Reg'ular changes that we see  
Of Day and Night, were made by thee:  
The proper Light that either needs,  
From Sun and Moon by turns proceeds.  
Th' Earth's Limits and its various Climes,  
Difference of Seasons And of times;  
The Summer's heat, and Winter's cold.  
That fruitful, this decayed and old:  
These Changes wisely ordered were,  
So ' are those in our Condition here.  
But Fools still prosperous grow so proud,  
They now blaspheme thy Name aloud.  
Oh may thy Church, thy Turtle-Dove,  
Mournful yet chaste, thy pity move:  
To Birds of prey expose her not,  
Tho' poor, too dear to be forgot.  
Thy Cove'nant made to us respect,  
Can'aan to give and to protect.  
Now all its dwellings doleful lie,  
With rapine filled and cruelty.  
O let not the oppressed complain,  
Their prayers and trust in God are vain;  
T'a good estate the helpless poor,  
That they may praise thy Name, restore,  
Delay not, Lord, much less decline  
To plead our cause, since ours is thine;  
For these Fools Scoffs at our distress,  
Reproach thy Providence no less.  
Forget not then th' insulting cries  
And Tumult of thine Enemies;  
Whose Pride, if it unpunished go,  
Their insolence will higher grow.    

PSALM LXXV.  
WE'll never cease to thank our God  
For his preserving Care:  
For that thy powerful help is near,  
Thy wondrous works declare.  
What good men long so much to see,  
When settled in my throne,  
Disorders than shall be reformed,  
And equal Justice done.  
The Lands Confusions had dissolved  
The people's Hearts with fear;  
The Pillars of the Government  
By me supported were.  
The Fools I cautioned not to be  
So madly insolent;  
Nor stiffly proud, as if it outbrave  
Even Heaven itself they meant.  
Promotion comes not from this Coast,  
Nor that, by lucky chance:  
God the great sovereign puts one down  
Another to advance.  
He deals out plagues to men; his hand  
Pours out a dreadful Cup,  
Full of strange mixture, and with sad  
Ingredients made up.  
Some bitter drops the good may taste,  
But God reserved hath  
For wicked men the bottom dregs,  
And larger draughts of wrath.  
But I will celebrate and sing  
For ever, Lord, thy praise:  
And more cut off the wicked's power,  
And that of good men raise.   

PSALM LXXVI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
NOne knows like Judah God so well,  
Nor his Renown, like Israel.  
Jerusalem's his place of rest,  
And Sion's with his Presence blest.  
 
 
There lay the Arrows broke, the shield  
The Sword, and Arm that did it wield.  
Thou, for the Slaughters of that day,  
Art more renowned than Hills of prey.  
They that with courage used t' invade,  
Themselves a prey to us are made.  
Seized with death's sleep, which none withstands  
Their mighty men could find no hands,  
Chariots and Horse their ruin proved,  
Both at thy check remained unmoved.  
When God is wroth, men think in vain  
Courage or Conquests to maintain.  
When he from Heaven his Sentence passed,  
And risen to save the meek in haste;  
Th' approach our foes with terror filled,  
And all their rage becalmed and stilled.  
Thus man's outrageous wrath and spite,  
Raises God's praise t' a greater height;  
All whose remains not yet expressed  
Shall at his pleasure be suppressed.  
Vow then to God, as well as pray,  
And what you vow with conscience pay:  
Let all around their presents bring  
T' express their fear of this great King.  
Men's height no privilege can plead,  
He'll humble them, or strike them dead:  
Monarches that to the world give Law,  
Before him stand with trembling awe.   

PSALM LXXVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

IN my distress, my prayers and cries  
To God that heard me I renewed:  
And in the Night, when others rest;  
With hands spread out to him I sued.  
All comfort I refused, my thoughts  
Of God (how kind he had been before,  
And what our Miseries now were)  
Disturbed and overwhelmed me more.  
Mine Eyes to sleep I could not close,  
Tho' grief had locked my Lips up fast:  
All I could do, was to recount  
Thy wonders wrought in Ages past.  
I called to mind the Songs of Praise  
I made, from former dangers freed;  
Debated with myself how well  
God's past and present ways agre'ed.  
Will God, said I, quite call us off?  
Nor follow us with one kind thought?  
Are all his Springs of Goodness dry?  
And must his promise stand for nought?  
Has Mercy lain so long difused,  
That God to show it has forgot?  
Or's so provoked, our Miseries  
To look on, but regard them not?  
This pained me sore; that such a change  
In God's Proceed did appear;  
That th' hand which formerly did save,  
Its strokes should now be so severe.  
But I'm resolved God's former works  
And wonders I will think upon:  
Repeat no longer my Complaints,  
But talk of all that thou hast done.   

Part II.  
The Methods of thy Providence  
Perfectly just and holy are,  
Tho' far above our reach; whose power  
And Greatness are beyond compare.  
The wonders thou hast done, thy Name  
Above all other God's have raised;  
The World has seen thy power, so far  
Exceeding theirs, and been amazed.  
Thy Care, so wond'rousty preserved,  
Jacob and Joseph saw: their seed  
Beheld th' effects of thy strong Arm,  
When from th' Egyptian bondage freed,  
The Sea down to its bottom felt.  
Th' approach of God, and frighted was;  
Fled in such haste, the depths were left  
A way, through which on Foot to pass.  
A Storm of rain and thunder filled  
The air with noise, thy foes with fears;  
Strange Hail, like pointed Stones, came down,  
And clatt'ring flew about their ears.  
God's thundering Voice was heard above,  
The Lightnings in their faces flashed;  
And whilst the Earth trembled and shook,  
Th' amazed People stood abashed.  
Thou through the Seas deep waters mad'st  
A path, which none before had trod;  
And none, with all their utmost skill,  
Can trace the Footsteps of our God.  
Moses and Aaron led thy Flock  
With tender care and gentle hand;  
And fed them in the desert, till  
They came unto the promised Land.    

PSALM LXXVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

MY People, to my words give ear;  
They are not vulgar things you'll hear;  
But Passages of old remark,  
Passing all skill in riddles dark.  
To us, things by our Fathers known,  
Have surely been conveyed down;  
We to conceal them think not fit,  
But t' after Ages will transmit.  
That they may learn God's power to praise  
For wondrous works of former days.  
This, God who gave our Law, enjoined  
We should acquaint the Race behind;  
And they the next, that they might set  
Their Hope on God, and not forget  
His Works, which powerful Motives are  
T' observe his precepts with due care.  
And warnings too not to rebel,  
For which their stubborn Fathers fell:  
Whose Hearts were not prepared t' obey,  
Or if inclined, soon fell away.  
The Ephraimites well armed with bows,  
Like Cowards fled before their foes;  
God left them, when they did forsake  
His Guidance, and his Covenant broke.  
His wonders they forgot too soon,  
The works they knew his hand had done:  
Th' amazing things that wrought had been  
In Egypt, by their Fathers seen.  
By him the Sea divided was,  
And through it on dry ground they pass;  
The fluid Waters swell and stand  
Like a firm wall on either hand.   

Part II.  
He led them by a glorious Cloud;  
Both night and day their way it showed.  
Rocks in the wilderness he clavae,  
And thirsted drink in Plenty gave.  
Streams from the Rock, like rivers sent,  
After them in their Travels went.  
All Nature changed, but theirs, has been,  
Which durst even in that desert sin.  
With what God sent not satisfied,  
By a new proof his Power they tried;  
Meat now, not for their want, they crave,  
But such as wanton Lust would have.  
Distrust they openly declare,  
Both of God's Power and of his Care;  
" In such a desert what loud call  
" Can bring in food to feast us all?  
" Streams from the Rock gushed out good store  
" Which lodged perhaps within before;  
" But can he Bread enough bestow  
" Here, where no corn did ever grow?  
" Can Flesh be had for all to eat?  
" Their hunger had not need be great.  
This Language did inflame God's wrath,  
Showing distrust and want of Faith.  
And yet their Faith lacked no support,  
Whose food was of a wondrous sort:  
He made the Clouds his Granary,  
Well filled with Stores for their supply.  
These doors above when opened wide,  
Manna showered down on every side:  
heavens Corn was Diet ready dressed,  
And Men with Angel's food did feast.   

Part III.  
Well fed they were; yet God still more  
Shamed their distrust, and showed his power.  
He brought, by proper winds that blew,  
A Cloud of Quails which thither flew.  
This flesh to satisfy their Lust,  
Reigned on their Camp as thick as Dust;  
And round their Tents the heaped store,  
Lay piled like Sand on the Seashore.  
Crammed with this dainty fare, not cloyed,  
Their Long they a while enjoyed:  
But these sweet morsels while they chew,  
God's wrath the chiefest of them slew.  
Nor this, nor wonders done before,  
Make them sin less, or trust God more.  
By a long march in unknown ways,  
These sinners did consume their Days.  
They promised fair when some were slain,  
And sought God's favour to regain:  
They owned all safety came from hence,  
When the High God was their defence.  
Thus they with flattering words and lies  
Would their Hypocrisy disguise:  
Their oft revolts made it appear  
Their hearts were false and unsincere.  
Yet oft God's Mercy did forgive  
Those who deserved not to live:  
His Anger oft away he turned,  
Or else with gentle flame it burned.  
Their flesh he knew was frail, and must  
Moulder e'er long and turn to dust:  
Or like a blast of wind, when 'tis over,  
Vanishes and returns no more,  
How oft did they provoke him in  
The Desert, and repeat their sin.  
Their unbelief new proofs propounds,  
And to God's Power will set new bounds.  
Out of their minds or hearts 'twas gone,  
What mighty things his hand had done;  
What time the Tyrant's cruel yoke  
Of Bondage from their Necks he broke.   

Part IU.  
Strange plagues upon th' Egyptians sent,  
Through Phar'oh's Court and City went.  
The River turned to blood did stink,  
None its polluted Streams could drink.  
Infects and Frogs in swarms abound,  
Sent to destroy to vex and wound.  
The Fruits, for which so long they'd toiled,  
Thick Clouds of Locusts came and spoiled  
Their Figtrees and their Vines were lost,  
By Hail destroyed, and unknown Frost.  
Hail mixed with dreadful lightnings, killed  
Their Flocks and Cattle in the Field.  
By other ways they plagued were,  
As Tokens of God's wrath severe:  
At length he evil Angels sent,  
Sad Messengers of Punishment.  
Wrath like a torrent makes its way,  
All Lives were made an easy prey  
TO a Plague, which all the firstborn smote  
Of Beasts, and Children they begot.  
The flower of youth one day did see  
Cut off from Cham's Posterity.  
Then his own People forth were brought,  
And led like sheep the way he taught.  
Led through the Sea safe without fear,  
And saw their foes overwhelmed there.  
He brought them to the Holy Land,  
To Zion, won by his strong hand.  
He casts out th' old Inhabitants:  
And in their room his Tribes he plants:  
The Land divides to each by Lot,  
And settles them in what they'd got.  
But still they tempting God, excite  
His Anger, whilst his Laws they slight:  
Just, as of old, they ' apostatise,  
And all their promises are lies.  
In every crooked path they'd go,  
Starting aside like a false bow:  
High places heath ' nishly they ' affect,  
And hateful Images erect.   

Part V.  
When God beheld this, he was wroth,  
And greatly did his People loath.  
Left Shiloh's Tent, where he had stayed,  
Which never more his presence had.  
Th' Ark, where his Glories did repose,  
Was carried Captive by their Foes:  
Whose cruel Sword his People slew,  
When God provoked his care withdrew.  
Vengeance consumed their youth renowned  
Their maids no nuptial Garlands crowned:  
The Priests were slain, their widows dear  
All public wail did forbear.  
But as a Warrior nothing minds,  
When Sleep or Wine his senses binds;  
But waking calls to Arms and shouts;  
So God his Foes with fury routs.  
Their hinder parts he deeply wounds,  
And with perpetual shame confounds.  
Yet would he not the Ark restore  
To Ephraim's Tribe where 'twas before;  
But Judah's Tribe and Zion chose,  
A place beloved, for its repose.  
There he on high his Temple placed,  
Fixed like the Earth for ever fast.  
God for his King did David choose,  
From minding Flocks and yeaning Ewes,  
Took him his Israel to keep,  
With equal care he'd done his sheep.  
He faithfully discharged his trust,  
Designing what was good and just:  
His Skill to govern was no less  
Attended still with good Success.    

PSALM LXXIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
BEhold, O Lord, with savage rage  
The Heathen spoils thine Heritage:  
Thy Temple's made profane and cheap,  
Thy City turned t' a ruin'd heap.  
Thy Saints dead Bodies made a Feast  
To every ravenous Bird and Beast:  
Their blood around like water shed,  
Enough scarce live t' inter the dead.  
Instead of Pity thus forlorn,  
We meet from all reproach and scorn.  
When shall thy wrath, O Lord, expire?  
Thy Jealousy that burns like fire?  
On Heathens let thine Anger smoke,  
Who neither know nor thee invoke:  
Who with devouring rage have razed  
Our City, and our Land laid waste.  
Call not to mind our former sin,  
Nor how provoking we have been:  
But let thy tender Mercies now  
Prevent our ruin, tho' brought low.  
Our Sins, thy Glory to advance,  
Pass by, and send Deliverance.  
Why should th' insulting Heathen say,  
Where's now their God to whom they pray?  
Oh may they know thee and their guilt,  
By thy revenge for Blood 've spilt.  
And, moved by sighing Prisoners cry,  
Save those, whom 've condemned to die.  
Repay  our Neighbour's scorn,  
Which we for thy sake, Lord, have born.  
Thy People then thy Name shall raise,  
And future Ages sing thy Praise.   

PSALM LXXIX.  
[Another Metre.]  
THE Heathen, Lord, with savage rage  
Invade thine Heritage:  
Thy Temple's made profane and cheap,  
Thy City ' a ruin'd heap.  
Dead Bodies of thy Saints make Feasts  
To ravenous Birds and Beasts.  
Enough scarce live t' inter the dead;  
Their Blood's like water shed.  
Instead of Pity, thus forlorn,  
We're made their sport and scorn.  
When shall thy Jealousy expire?  
Thy wrath that burns like fire?  
On such as know not God, nor pray,  
Let thy fierce anger stay:  
Who with devouring rage have razed  
Our Walls, and Land laid waste.  
Tho' justly thou provoked haste been,  
Visit not our past sin.  
But let thy Mercy, tho' brought low,  
Prevent our ruin now.  
Pass by our sins, thy Grace t' advance,  
And send Deliverance.  
Where's now their God, to whom they pray,  
Why should the Heathen say?  
By thy revenge for Blood 've spilt,  
They'll know God and their guilt.  
Save those whom 've condemned to die,  
Moved by the Prisoners cry.  
Repay  our Neighbour's scorn,  
We for thy Sake have born.  
Thy People then thy Name shall raise,  
And thee all Age's praise.   

PSALM LXXX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

GReat Shepherd of good Jacob's Race,  
And Joseph's wondrous Guide, give ear:  
Thou sittest between the Cherubins,  
Thence gloriously for us appear.  
Ephr'aim, with th' other Tribes once saw  
Thy Conquests in the wilderness:  
Now show thyself, that they may know  
Thy saving Power is still no less.  
Oh make an happy change, and us  
Unto thy favour, Lord, restore:  
For if our God be reconciled,  
We shall be saved and sigh no more.  
Great God how long wilt thou reject  
Our prayers, when we thy help entreat?  
Whilst we large draughts of tears drink down,  
Tears that are mingled with our meat.  
Our foes, agreeing in our harm,  
Strive only who shall spoil us most;  
Laugh at our trust in God, too weak  
They think, t'oppose the powers they boast,  
Oh change our State, and us again  
Unto thy favour, Lord, restore;  
For if our God be reconciled,  
We shall be saved and sigh no more.   

Part II.  
From Egypt thou hast brought a Vine,  
Transplanted hither by thine hand:  
Expelled the Heathen, that its roots  
Might farther spread and fill the Land.  
The Hills were covered with its shade,  
Its boughs o'er goodly Cedars stretched:  
So fruitful 'twas, it from the Sea  
As far as to Euphrates reached.  
Why is her fence broke down? her grapes  
By every spoiler's hand are pressed:  
The Boar roots up her plants, her fruits  
Devoured by every savage Beast.  
Return, great God, look from above  
Visit this Vine forsook so long;  
Thine own Plantation, and the Branch  
Thou madest for thyself so strong.  
See what Destruction's made, the fire  
Has burnt already what's cut down;  
And what remains will be consumed,  
If God continue still to frown.  
Lord, save the King, whom thou dost love,  
And send him thine Almighty aid;  
Whom zealous for thine Honour, thou,  
And strong for our defence, hast made.  
From thee we never will revolt,  
If thou wilt us again revive;  
But worship thee and never cease,  
To praise thy Goodness, whilst we live.  
Oh change our state, and us again  
Unto thy favour, Lord, restore;  
For if our God be reconciled,  
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.    

PSALM LXXXI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
PRaise him, to whom all power belongs;  
With joyful and triumphant Songs;  
Join to the Music of your voice  
Sweet Instruments Harmonious noise.  
On the New Moon, with Trumpets sound,  
Proclaim the solemn Feast around:  
This was a standing Law, decreed  
By Jacob's God to Jacob's Seed:  
For a Memorial ordained  
Of their remove from Egypt's Land:  
Who after heard with fear and awe  
God's unknown Voice, that gave the Law.  
His shoulder crushed with loads, I eased,  
His Hands from sordid works released.  
You cried in trouble and oft craved  
My help, and I as often saved.  
The thundering Cloud that terrified  
Th' Egyptians, was your Light and Guide.  
You proved at Meribah's famed spring  
My Power, and I your murmuring.  
I will instruct my people still,  
If they will hear and do my will.  
Own than no foreign Deity,  
Nor worship any God but me.  
I am thy God, 'twas my strong hand  
Which brought thee out of Egypt's Land;  
Open thy Mouth, tho' ne'er so wide,  
Thy long shall be satisfied.  
But Israel would not hear my Voice,  
Nor make their God their only choice;  
So they were led, as their lusts craved,  
By Counsels of a Mind depraved.  
Oh, had they made but God their Guide?  
And with his wise Advice complied;  
He all their Foes would soon have quelled  
His Hand have all their force repelled.  
They, who their Malice would not quit,  
Been glad to flatter and submit:  
While he his people would have blest,  
With never-failing Peace and Rest.  
With Plenty have enriched the Field,  
The finest wheat for food to yield:  
And with the sweet refreshment filled,  
Of Honey from the Rock distilled.   

PSALM LXXXII.  
[As the 113 Psalm.]  
YE Rulers of the world, that bear  
God's Name, and represent him here,  
Know that this Judge among you sits.  
If you enact unrighteous Laws,  
Or countenance a wicked cause,  
Your Guiltiness no plea admits.  
You act like God, when you defend  
The poor, and your assistance lend  
To helplese Men that justice crave,  
Absolve the Innocent with speed,  
Obnoxious only by their need,  
And from th' Oppressor's power save.  
They cry too oft to you in vain,  
Who'll know no other Right but gain,  
Whose Eyes are blind by Bribes you take.  
Thus Justice cannot find its course,  
But Laws neglected lose their force,  
And all the Land s Foundations shake.  
I said you're Gods, but you shall die,  
And fall, tho' Sons of the most High,  
As other Men and Kings have done.  
Arise, great Judge of all, and reign,  
Fallen Justice then will rise again,  
When God doth sit upon his Throne.   

PSALM LXXXIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

DO not, O Lord, in our distress  
An unconcerned Spectator be;  
Nor, deaf to all our loud requests,  
Without regard our ruin see.  
For lo thy hateful foes insult,  
And a tumultuous noise they make:  
Against thy People close designs  
They lay, and crafty counsels take.  
Nothing their Malice will content,  
Unless the Nation perish quite;  
So that no memory may remain  
Nor mention of an Israelite.  
Ten warlike Nations are combined,  
And all their Joint-Endeavours bend,  
T' extirpate thy Religion,  
And to subvert the Government.  
Let Midian's Army's Fate be theirs,  
Their fall like that of Sisera,  
Or Jabin's Host by Kison's Streams  
Discomfited and swept away.  
No other Burial may they have  
Than that of those near Endor killed,  
Whose Carcases were spread to rot  
Like Dung, and served t' enrich the field.  
Let all their Princes when they fight,  
Fly with dishonour, and be ta'en,  
As Zeb and Oreb were, and be  
Like Zebah and Zalmunna slain.   

Part II.  
These all design, as they of old,  
Thy chosen People to oppress;  
And there, where God among us dwells,  
Cities and Houses to possess.  
Lord, make them like a tumbling Ball,  
No where to rest, or stand their Ground;  
But be dispersed, and fly like chaff,  
By driving Tempests scattered round.  
As Fire consumes dry wood, the Sun's  
Hot rays the parched Mountains burn;  
So, by thy wrathful Storm pursued  
And frighted, all their force overturn.  
Lord, let their disappointed hopes  
In their dejected looks appear;  
Cover their face with shame, till they  
Thy Favour seek and Power revere.  
Let this Defeat so seize their thoughts  
With trouble, and their fears alarm;  
That no more Courage may remain  
T' assail, nor Power to do us harm.  
Thus Men will readily confess,  
That he whom we Jehovah call,  
Is the great Ruler of the World,  
In Power Superior over all.    

PSALM LXXXIV.  
HOW beauteous is the Place, where thou  
Thy Presence, Lord, dost grant;  
Oh, how I long t' approach thy Courts  
Impatient of restraint.  
The little Birds those Liberties  
Enjoy, which I'm denied;  
Near to thine Altar they prepare  
Their Nests, and there reside.  
O happy men! that may frequent  
Thine House, to praise thee still:  
Whose trust is in thine aid, whose heart  
Devout affections fill.  
They pass with joy through Baca's vale  
So troublesome and dry:  
Whose want of Springs, refreshing showers  
By Heaven bestowed supply.  
Thus with renewed vigour they  
Go on unwearied still;  
And all present themselves before  
The Lord, in Sion's Hill.  
Great God of Hosts, attend when I  
My prayer to thee address;  
Look graciously on mine Estate,  
And thine Anointed bless.  
A thousand joyous Days elsewhere,  
Yield me not such content,  
As one Day's freedom in thy House,  
And in thy Service spent.  
There let me have the meanest place,  
And at the Threshhold lie;  
Rather than all the wicked's State,  
Without this Liberty.  
God is a glorious Sun, from whom  
We Light and Life derive;  
A shield for our defence, and he  
Will Grace and Glory give.  
No good will he withhold from him  
That's upright in his way.  
O happy Man! that makes the Lord  
His only trust and stay.   

PSALM LXXXV.  
[As the 113 Psalm.]  
THY Mercy, Lord, has changed our doom,  
Thy Captives to their Land are come,  
And all their Sins are done away.  
Thine Anger which was fierce before,  
Is now removed and flames no more,  
O let it ever cease, we pray.  
When wilt thou, Lord, from wrath refrain?  
Raise and revive our Joys again?  
Thy saving Mercies, Lord, restore.  
I'll listen to the voice of Peace,  
Which God will to his Saints express,  
If they return to Sin no more.  
Surely thy saving health is near,  
To such as thee sincerely fear,  
And Glory to our Land will bring.  
Mercy and Truth together meet,  
Justice and Peace each other greet:  
And Truth out of the Earth shall spring.  
From heaven shall righteousness look down;  
God's Blessings will our labours crown;  
Our Land with Plenty shall o'erslow.  
He with great Justice all things sways;  
And men should eye his righteous ways,  
To trace the steps where he does go.   

PSALM LXXXVI.  

LORD bow thine ear to my requests,  
Tho' poor and in the dust:  
O save my righteous Soul, for, Lord,  
In thee alone I trust.  
Be merciful to me, O God,  
And hear my mournful voice.  
Daily my Soul to thee ascends,  
Oh make it to rejoice.  
Thou, Lord, art gracious and good,  
To pardon sins inclined;  
And all that humbly thee implore,  
Shall plenteous mercy find.  
To thee I call in my distress,  
In hope thou wilt attend:  
On thee with Patience wait, till thou  
A gracious Answer send.  
Tho' Heathens boast of other Gods,  
And talk of Powers Divine;  
There's none that can compare with thee,  
Nor any Works like thine.  
All the deceived Lands at length  
Their Maker shall adore;  
Shall glorify thy Name, O Lord,  
And celebrate thy Power.  
When they behold how great thou art,  
What Wonders thou hast done;  
Their Idols they'll disown, and say,  
That thou art God alone.   

Part II.  
Lord, guide my steps, that from the way  
Of Truth I ne'er may err;  
My lose affections so unite,  
That I thy Name may fear.  
With all my Soul I'II praise the Lord,  
His Glories ever tell;  
By whose great goodness I have been  
Freed from the lowest Hell.  
Numbers of proud and cruel men,  
O God, against me rise;  
They seek my Life, and have no fear  
Of thee before their Eyes.  
Thou, Lord, art pitiful and kind,  
To punish Sinners slow;  
Goodness and Faithfulness from thee  
Abundantly do flow.  
Thy merciful regard I need,  
And strength from thee I crave:  
From all designed mischiefs, Lord,  
Thy helpless Servant save.  
Some signal mark of favour show,  
Which all my Foes may see,  
And at their Malice blush; when thou  
Dost help and comfort me.    

PSALM LXXXVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
Placed on the holy Hills, God's Seat  
For Beauty and for Strength is great:  
God none of Jacob's dwellings hates,  
But none so loves as Sion's Gates.  
Tho' other City's famous are,  
Thy Glories are without compare;  
Of thee alone it can be told,  
God here his Residence does hold.  
 
 
Egypt and Babylon may show,  
(And so may other Countries too)  
Some single worthy, who derived  
His Birth from them, and where he lived.  
Zion vast numbers can return,  
Of great and good men in her born;  
Whose flourishing estate, she's sure,  
God by his care, will still secure.  
When God, who all discerns, shall view  
The Nation's Register; how sew  
Noted for Goodness will he place  
Upon th' account of Heathen Race?  
Zion has many such enjoyed,  
Tho' in lower services employed:  
They one another here succeed,  
As Streams still flow which Springs do feed.   

PSALM LXXXVIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

O God, my Saviour, Night and Day  
To thee I cry, to thee I pray:  
Incline thine ear to my complaint,  
In Mercy my Petitions grant.  
Troubles my Soul so filled have,  
I dwell next door unto the Grave.  
My strength's so spent, when looked upon,  
I'm given over by all for gone.  
Shut up from all Society,  
Among the Dead I'm only free:  
Forgot like those in Battle slain,  
Like Families without remain.  
I'm thrust into a dismal Cell,  
Which, deep and dark, resembles Hell:  
Thy wrath will sink me down at last,  
Troubles, like Waves, come on so fast.  
As if t'another World removed,  
I've no converse with those I loved:  
Others to see me have no mind,  
To such a loathsome place consigned.  
Sorrow's the Company I keep,  
Who can do nothing here but weep;  
Only my fervent cries implore  
Thine aid, when I can weep no more.   

Part II.  
Wilt thou show Wonders to the Dead?  
Shall they, to praise thee, raise their Head?  
What Kindness can the Grave declare?  
What Truth, when men destroyed are?  
What Power appear, where Light is not?  
Or Righteoushess, where all's forgot?  
Thus, Lord, my cries to thee I've sent,  
My Prayers the morning Light prevent.  
Why do I than deserted lie?  
Why frownest thou on my Misery?  
Affliction has my Portion been,  
E'er since mine Age was young and green  
 
 
From which if no release I find,  
Thy Terrors will distract my Mind:  
And, now thine Anger fiercer grows,  
Death only must conclude my woes.  
These daily, like a rolling Tide,  
Environ me on every side;  
The Waves together met, in haste  
Will swell, and swallow me at last.  
Relief from Friends and those I loved  
Is hopeless, all so far removed;  
And all, who my acquaintance were,  
Are lost, or hid themselves for fear.    

PSALM LXXXIX.  
WITH cheerful Heart I'll ever sing  
The Mercies of the Lord;  
To all make known how true he is,  
And constant to his Word.  
Without all change thy Mercy does  
On firm foundations stay;  
And sooner than thy Promise fail,  
The heavens shall move away.  
When God his servant David chose,  
To govern Israel;  
his Covenant with him he made,  
And by his Oath did seal:  
The Throne I give thee, on thy feed  
" For ever I entail;  
" Which though thrown down, yet I again  
" To raise it will not fail.  
This wondrous Love if we forget  
With praises to proclaim,  
The Heavenly Angels sacred Choir  
Shall celebrate the same.  
These never with the Lord compare,  
Nor his Commands contest;  
But give attendance at his Throne,  
With awful fear possessed.  

Part II.  
Great God there's none that's armed with power,  
Or girt with Truth like thee;  
Thou, when the waves arise, dost rule  
And still the raging Sea.  
Thy Arm alone broke Egypt's power,  
And Israel did adore,  
When they beheld the drowned Host  
Lie scattered on the shore.  
The world, with all therein, is thine,  
Made by thy powerful voice:  
With all the Quarters of the Earth,  
Which in thy Care rejoice.  
Thy great and uncontrolled Power,  
Can no resistance fear:  
Yet Mercy, Righteousness and Truth  
In all thy Rule appear.  
Blessed are the men that understand  
The joyful sound of Praise:  
They, through thy Favour shall enjoy  
An Age of happy Days.  
Th' Expressions of thy wondrous Love,  
Will fresh delights create;  
And thou, the Glory of their strength,  
Wilt raise their low estate.   

Part III.  
Our King and Guardian, is the Lord  
Of Israel ever blest:  
Who to an Holy Prophet thus  
His mind of old expressed.  
" I've found a Man of worth and might  
" For your Deliverer;  
" One from among the People chose,  
" I for your King prefer.  
" David, my Servant, to receive  
" This Honour I appoint;  
" Go then, and to this Office him  
" With Holy Oil anoint.  
My powerful Presence I'll afford  
T' assist him in distress:  
Whom subtlest Foes shall not deceive,  
Nor spightfullest oppress.  
But he shall their united force  
Broken in pieces see;  
And all that hate him, by my power  
Plagued and destroyed shall be.  
To him my Faithfulness I'll show,  
My Favours on him shower;  
And whilst he trusts in me, will raise  
And still enlarge his power.  
His Empire, by his Victories,  
Shall far and wide extend;  
On God, as a kind Father, he  
For safety shall depend.  
I'll own him for my firstborn King  
In highest Honour placed:  
My Love for him I'll keep, with him  
My Covenant shall stand fast.  
Succession in his Family  
From failing I'll secure;  
The Regal Power therein shall last  
While th' Heavens do endure.   

Part IU.  
If David's sons mind not my Law,  
Nor in my Judgements walk;  
If they Religion, and its Rules  
Of Life, profanely balk.  
For these transgressions and neglects  
Severely they shall smart:  
But yet my Love I'll not withdraw,  
Nor from my word departed.  
I will not break th' Engagements made  
To David's Royal blood:  
What by my Holiness I've sworn,  
My Truth shall still make good.  
His Race shall never fail, his Throne  
While the Sun shines shall last;  
Nor shall the Moon, my Pledge above,  
Stand in her Orb more fast.  
But, Lord, how shall we reconcile  
Thy deal with thy word?  
Wroth with our King, he's now by thee  
Rejected and abhorred.  
As if with David thou hadst made  
A Covenant in vain;  
His Honour's trampled under foot,  
His Crown is made profane.  
All his Defences are broke down  
His Forts in ruins laid;  
A scorn t' his Neighbours, and a prey  
To every Spoiler made.  
His Foes, much stronger, triumph in  
Their easy Victories:  
His blunted sword cannot repel  
Assailing Enemies.  
His former Glory's quite eclipsed,  
His Kingdom's state o'erthrown:  
His Reign is shortened, and disgrace.  
Has sullied his renown.   

Part V.  
How long shall we in this sad state,  
By thee neglected mourn?  
Till we are utterly consumed,  
Lord, shall thine Anger burn?  
Oh call to mind how short a time  
At best, to live we have:  
Shall it be said we're made for nought  
But sorrow and a Grave?  
Why should our Foes destroy us thus?  
When none's so firm and strong,  
But he must fall into the Grave,  
And yield to Death ere long?  
Lord, what's become of that old Love  
Thou didst to David bear?  
To whom for ever to be kind  
Thou faithfully didst swear?  
Forget not, Lord, how we are made  
The mighty People's scorn:  
I easier all my other griefs  
Than their reproach have born.  
Thy Foes they are, and to reproach  
Thy Promise they intent;  
As if with David's ruin'd house  
His Kingdom now should end.  
But still we'll hope in thee, tho' scorned,  
And praise thee, tho' oppressed:  
And evermore will say, Amen,  
Amen, the Lord be blest.    

PSALM XC.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LORD, every Age and Race has seen,  
Thou hast our help and refuge been.  
Ere that the Mountains had a Birth,  
Or ever thou hadst formed the Earth;  
Thou hadst a being long before,  
And shalt abide when time's not more,  
Thy first Decree 'gainst man was just  
Bidding him Turn again to Dust.  
A thousand years, if we could stay  
In life so long, is but a day  
Compared with thee, and in thy sight  
Like the short watches of the night.  
Death, like an overslowing stream,  
Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream.  
As flowers i'th' morning fresh and fair,  
Cut down era night and withered are.  
Thine Anger and our Wickedness,  
Makes the short term of Nature less:  
And thus our years t' an end are brought,  
As swiftly as a Breath or Thought.  
Our Age to seventy years is set;  
If to another stage we get,  
And unto Fourscore years' arrive,  
We rather sigh and groan, than live.   

Part II.  
Lord, who with due reflection hath  
Thought on the terrors of thy wrath?  
Wrath that is equal to our dread,  
And strikes so often sinners dead.  
Oh that the sense of our last end,  
Th' uncertainties this Life attend,  
May more excite our fear of thee,  
And a wise care of Piety.  
When, Lord, shall thy displeasure cease?  
When wilt thou give our troubles ease?  
Now we are humble and repent,  
Show pity to us, and relent.  
Oh let that Mercy come at last  
We long impatiently to taste:  
And in proportion to our tears,  
Let Gladness crown our future years.  
Since Acts of Grace thy Glory are,  
And please thee most; do thou appear  
In these to us and to our Race:  
Show us the Beauties of thy Face.  
Afford thy Light to guide our way,  
That we may never go astray:  
All our good undertake bless,  
And prosper with desired success.    

PSALM XC.  
[Another Metre.]  

LORD, every Age and Race has seen  
Thou hast our Refuge been.  
Ere that the Mountains had a birth,  
Or thou hadst formed the Earth,  
Thou wast, when nothing was before,  
Wilt be, when time's not more.  
Thy first Decree 'gainst Man was just,  
Thou saidst, Return to Dust.  
A Life prolonged t' a thousand years,  
One Day to thee appears;  
As the short watches of the Night,  
Which slept away, we slight.  
Hurried away by Death's, swift stream,  
We vanish like a dream.  
Ere Night, thus flowers i' th' morning fair  
Cut down and withered are.  
Thine Anger and our Wickedness  
Makes Life's short term still less.  
And thus our years t' an end are brought  
Swift as a Breath or Thought.  
Our Age to seventy years is set;  
If forward still we get,  
And unto Fourscore years' arrive,  
We rather sigh than live.   

Part II.  
Lord, who with due reflection hath  
Thought on thy powerful wrath?  
Wrath that is equal to our dread,  
And  strikes sinners dead.  
O that our Lives that swiftly spend,  
And sense of our last end,  
May more excite our fear of thee,  
And care of Piety.  
When, Lord, shall thy displeasure cease?  
When give our troubles ease?  
Now we are humble and repent,  
Show pity, and relent.  
O let that Mercy come at last  
Our longing souls would taste:  
And in proportion to our tears,  
Joys crown our future years.  
Since Acts of Power and Mercy are  
Thy Glory; Lord, appear  
In these to us and to our Race;  
Show us thy beauteous Face.  
Afford thy Light to guide our way,  
Never to go astray:  
All our good undertake bless,  
And prosper with success.    

PSALM XCI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

HE that has God for his Retreat,  
Has gained a safe and quiet Seat:  
For God's o'er-spreading Providence  
Will, like a shade, be his defence.  
To him, as to my Fort, I'll fly;  
On him, my powerful God, rely.  
When noisome Plagues infect the Air,  
He'll save thee from the secret Snare.  
His Care, like Wings, shall Safety yield,  
His faithful Promise be thy Shield:  
So that no dangers of the night  
Shall seize thee with a sudden fright.  
Plagues that, like poisoned Arrows, kill,  
And all around with Slaughter fill,  
Walking unseen both night and day,  
Shall miss their aim, or balk their way.  
Thousands shall fall on every hand,  
And thou the while unhurt shalt stand;  
And only with thine eyes shalt see  
What shall the wicked's portion be.   

Part II.  
Since thou hast made the Lord most High  
Thy Refuge and Security;  
No evil shall thy peace molest,  
No plague thy dwelling shall infest.  
Blessed Angels, charged to guard thy way,  
To thee shall kind attendance pay.  
These in their hands shall thee support,  
Lest thou shouldst stumble to thy hurt.  
The Lion thou mayst safely meet,  
Tread th' Asp and Dragon under feet.  
Since he has set his Love on me,  
From danger I will set him free.  
Because he knows and fears my Name,  
I'll honour him and raise his Fame.  
When he invokes me in his need,  
I'll hear and answer him with speed.  
When he's in trouble I'll stand by,  
To save, and set him up on High.  
Give him long Life, and when that's done  
Will show him my Salvation.    

PSALM XCI.  
[Another Metre.]  

HE who makes God his sure retreat,  
Has gained a quiet seat;  
For God's o'er-shadowing Providence,  
Will be his safe defence.  
To him, as to my Fort, I'll fly,  
On him my God rely.  
He'll save thee from the secret snare,  
When Plagues infect the Air.  
His Care, like Wings, will safety yield,  
His Promise be thy Shield:  
So shall no dangers of the Night  
Seize thee with sudden fright.  
Plagues that like poisoned Arrows kill,  
And all with slaughter fill;  
Walking unseen both Night and Day,  
Shall miss, or balk their way.  
Thousands shall fall on every hand,  
Whilst thou, unhurt, shalt stand;  
And what the Wicked's fate will be,  
Only thine Eyes shall see,   

Part II.  
Because thou'st chose the Lord most high,  
For thy security;  
No evil shall thy peace molest,  
Nor plague thy House infest.  
Blessed Angels, charged to guard thy way,  
Will kind attendance pay:  
These in their Hands shall thee support,  
From stumbling to thy hurt.  
Safe th' Asp and Dragon thou mayst meet,  
Tread Lions under feet.  
Since he has set his Love on me  
From harm I'll set him free.  
Because he knows and fears my Name  
I will advance his Fame,  
When he invokes me in his need,  
I'll answer him with speed.  
In straits, to save him, I'll be nigh,  
And set him up on high.  
And when a good old age is past,  
Bring him to Heaven at last.    

PSALM XCII.  
O What a pleasant work it is  
To praise the Lord above:  
Morning and Evening to proclaim  
His Faithfulness and Love.  
Sweet Notes of Instruments to join  
With an harmonious voice:  
Thy gracious deal with me, Lord,  
Have made me to rejoice.  
Great are thy Works and thy Designs  
Contain the deepest sense;  
Tho' wicked men and Fools mistake  
Thy ways of Providence.  
They spring and flourish like the Grass,  
With good success overjoyed;  
And only grow to be mown down,  
And utterly destroyed.  
Thou, Lord, most high, dost ever live;  
They cannot scape from thee:  
All shall be ruined and dispersed  
That work Iniquity.  
Still higher to exalt my Power  
Thou, Lord, wilt thine employ;  
And crown that Power and Dignity,  
With undisturbed Joy.  
This pleasure I shall have, by those  
My ruin had combined;  
To see them stripped of all their power,  
And their own mine find. '  
But righteous men like fruitful Palms,  
Or stately Cedars grow;  
For planted in thy Courts they're fed  
With Springs that ever flow.  
There they are fair and ever thrive,  
And still more fruit shall bring:  
Age that makes other things decay,  
Makes them more flourishing.  
Thus God appears to all the World  
To be both Good and Just,  
No falseness can be charged on him  
Who is my Rock and Trust.   

PSALM XCIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
THE Lord does reign, and like a King  
Puts on his Robes of glorious Light;  
Tremble, thou Earth, when he appears  
Clothed and girt about with Might.  
Under his Rule th' unquiet World  
Will gain stability and peace:  
Of old his Empire did begin,  
And like himself can never cease.  
In vain the World, rebellious Powers,  
In Tumults and Commotions rise;  
Like troubled Waters of the Sea,  
That bid defiance to the Skies.  
Resist not his unequal strength,  
That's far above your threatening noise;  
For even the Seas unruly waves,  
Do calmly listen to his voice.  
Lord, as thy Power can never fail,  
So all thy Promises are sure:  
It's thy Perfection to be true,  
And theirs that serve thee to be pure.   

PSALM XCIII.  
[Another Metre.]  
THE Lord does reign, and  himself  
With Robes of glorious light;  
Tremble, thou Earth, when he appears  
Girded about with Might.  
Now the unquiet World will gain  
Stability and Peace:  
His Empire was of old, and like  
Himself can never cease.  
In vain the World's rebellious Powers  
Combined in Tumults rise;  
Like Waters of the Sea, that bid  
Defiance to the Skies.  
Resist not his unequal strength,  
That's far above your noise;  
For even the Seas unruly Waves  
Are calmed at his voice.  
Thy Power, Lord, can never fail,  
Tny Promises are sure;  
Thy Glory's to be true, and theirs  
That serve thee, to be pure.   

PSALM XCIV.  

THou great Avenger of all wrongs,  
At length thy Justice show;  
Arise, and render to the proud  
Rewards that are their due.  
How long shall evil men triumph,  
And boast their Villainies;  
Speak scornfully of God himself,  
And Providence despise?  
Who, whilst the ruin of the poor  
And innocent they plot,  
Say, that the Lord does not discern,  
Or else regards it not.  
When will these brutish Sinners learn,  
These senseless Fools be wise?  
Shall not he hear, that made the Ears,  
And see, that formed the Eyes?  
He the rude Nations does instruct,  
And teaches Man his skill:  
Shall not he know then, and chastise  
Thy disobedient Will  
O flatter not thyself, nor these  
Impieties maintain:  
God knows these very thoughts of thine  
How false they are and vain.  
Lord, he's a happy man, whom thou  
By chastisements hast taught;  
And thereby to a sense of thee,  
And of his duty brought.  
God in his Mercy will at length  
From Troubles set him free;  
Whilst Vengeance ruins wicked men's  
Short-lived prosperity.   

Part II.  
Tho' good men, for a while chastised,  
May under Troubles groan;  
God will not utterly forsake,  
Nor cast away his own.  
Neglected Judgement shall return  
Again to act its part;  
And then Felicity shall crown  
The men of upright Heart.  
T'oppose my wicked foes, I called  
To other aids in vain;  
Without thy succours in tha Grave  
I and my hopes had lain.  
When I despaired to keep my Feet,  
Thy Mercy me upheld:  
Thy Comforts eased my troubled thoughts  
And swelling passions quelled.  
Will ever God Tyrannic Acts  
Of unjust Thrones abett?  
Who under forms of Law, t'oppress  
The Righteous power get?  
They meet in Council, and resolve  
That such men's Lives they'll have;  
And whom their Sentence does condemn,  
No Innocence can save.  
But against such unjust Decrees  
The Lord is my defence;  
He'll be my Refuge to secure  
Me from their Violence.  
What Mischiefs they 'gainst me designed.  
Their ruin shall confess:  
For God will surely cut them off  
In their own wickedness.    

PSALM XCV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
COme let us all unite our joys,  
And to the Lord our voices raise:  
Before his presence let us come  
With thankful Hearts and Psalms of praise.  
Our Lord is a great God and King,  
Of mighty Power and eminent  
Above all Gods: him Angels serve,  
And Princes only represent.  
The secret places of the Earth,  
And strength of Hills are in his Hand.  
He made the Waters of the Sea,  
And for their Bound prepared dry Land.  
To him that made us let us kneel,  
And humble Adorations give:  
Who are the People of his Care  
The Sheep that on his Pastures live.  
To day let's hearken to his voice,  
And not such hardened Sinners prove;  
As those that in the Wilderness  
Provoked and tempted God above.  
They proved his Power, and saw his Works,  
And grieved his Patience forty year;  
Till, wearied with their murmur,  
That Race he could no longer bear.  
He did their stupid Unbelief,  
And base Ingratitude detest;  
And in his Indignation swore,  
They should not come into his Rest.   

PSALM XCV.  
[Another Metre.]  
COme, let us with united joys  
To God our voices raise:  
With thankful Hearts before him come,  
And loudly sing his Praise.  
Our God is a great God and King,  
In Power eminent  
Above all Gods: him Angels serve,  
And Princes represent.  
The secrets of the Earth, and strength  
Of Hills are in his Hand;  
He made the Waters of the Sea,  
And, for their Bound, dry Land.  
To him that made us, let us kneel,  
And Adorations give;  
Who are his People, and the Sheep  
That on his Pastures live.  
To day let's hear his voice, and not  
Such hardened Sinners prove;  
As those that in the Wilderness  
Provoked God above.  
They proved his power, and saw his works,  
And grieved him forty year;  
Tell, wearied with that murmuring Race,  
He could no longer bear.  
He did their unbelief and base  
Ingratitude detest:  
And in his Anger swore, they should  
Not come into his Rest.   

PSALM XCVI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
LET all the Earth their voices raise,  
To sing the choicest Psalm of Praise.  
To sing and bless God's sacred Name,  
And all his saving Works proclaim.  
His Glory let the Heathen know,  
His Wonders to the Nations show:  
Let him be praised that is so high;  
More feared than any Deity.  
To Idols Heathen worship's paid,  
Our Lord both th'Earth and Heavens made.  
He in Majestic Splendour dwells,  
In Beauty and in Strength excels.  
Let every Tongue and every Tribe,  
Glory and Power to God ascribe:  
The Glory give that is his due,  
Their Offerings in his Courts renew.  
There fall down humbly and confess  
The Beauty of his Holiness.  
Let all the Earth the Lord revere,  
And by their Duty show their fear.  
Say to the World th' Almighty reigns,  
A Judge that Equity maintains:  
He'll make their Wars and tumults cease;  
And bless the World with quiet peace.  
Let Heaven and Earth proclaim their joys;  
The Ocean by its roaring noise:  
Fields by the fairness of their crops,  
Trees by the Fruits that crown their tops.  
At his approach all Nature's glad,  
And only Sinners are afraid:  
All whom he judges will confess,  
His Equity and Righteousness.   

PSALM XCVI.  
[Another Metre.]  
LET all the Earth their voices raise  
To a new Song of praise:  
Sing we, and bless God's Sacred Name,  
His saving Works proclaim.  
His Glory let the Heathen know,  
To all his wonders show.  
And when his praise aloud is heard,  
More than all God's be feared.  
To Idols Heathen worship's paid,  
Our Lord, the Heavens made.  
His Honour's great; beyond compare  
His Strength and Beauty are.  
Let every Tongue and every Tribe  
Glory to God ascribe.  
The Glory give due to his Name;  
Whose Courts your Offerings claim.  
There fall down humbly, and confess  
The Beauty ' of Holiness.  
Let all the Earth the Lord revere,  
Let Duty show their Fear.  
Say to the World, th' Almighty reigns,  
A Judge that Right maintains:  
He'll make their Wars and Tumults cease,  
And bless die World with Peace.  
Let Heaven and Earth proclaim their joys,  
Seas by their roaring noise.  
Fields by the fairness of their crops,  
Trees by their fruitful tops.  
At his approach all Nature's glad:  
Sinners alone afraid.  
All whom he judges shall confess  
His Truth and Righteousness.   

PSALM XCVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
LEt th' Earth rejoice since God does reign:  
For tho' thick darkness does surround  
And cloud his ways of Providence;  
Yet perfect Justice is their ground.  
When God prepares himself for wrath,  
His Lightnings flame around the Skies;  
A dreadful Fire before him goes,  
To burn up all his Enemies.  
Th'amazed Earth sees this and quakes;  
The Hills like melted wax flow down:  
The heavens his Justice do proclaim,  
And men below his Glories own.  
Confounded be those worshippers,  
That to a graven Image bow,  
And boast of Idols: worship him  
Angels above and gods below.  
Good men will hear the News with joy,  
When Judgements on these Sinners fall;  
Which tell the World their gods are vain,  
And thou art high above them all.  
All ye that love and serve the Lord,  
Strictly preserve your Innocence;  
Then tho' the wicked seek your fall,  
God will stand up in your defence.  
Th'immortal Seeds of Light and Bliss,  
For truly pious men are sown:  
A joyful Harvest will at length  
Their Labours and their Sorrows crown.  
Then let your cheerful temper show  
The God you serve is good and kind:  
Praise him for all his Mercies past,  
And wait with joy for those behind.   

PSALM XCVII.  
[Another Metre.]  
GGD reigns, let all the Earth rejoice;  
Tho' darkness may surround,  
And cloud his ways of Providence,  
Yet Justice is their ground.  
Lightnings, when God prepares for wrath,  
Do flame around the Skies:  
A Fire before him goes, to burn  
Up all his Enemies.  
The Earth sees this and quakes, the Hills  
Like melted Wax slow down;  
The heavens his Righteousness declare,  
And men his Glories own.  
Confounded be those Worshippers,  
That to an Image bow,  
And boast of ldols: worship him  
Angels and gods below.  
Good men will joy, when punishments  
Shall on these Sinners fall;  
Which show their gods are vain, and thou.  
Art high above them all.  
All ye that love and fear the Lord,  
Preserve your Innocence;  
Then let the Wicked seek your fall,  
God will be your defence.  
Th' immortal Seeds of Light and Bliss  
For pious men are sown;  
A joyful Harvest will at length  
Their Works and Sorrows crown.  
Then let your cheerful temper show  
The God you serve is kind;  
Praise him for Mercies past, and wait  
With joy for those behind.   

PSALM XCVIII.  
REnew your Songs to God, and tell  
What Wonders he has done:  
Let all proclaim the Victories,  
His powerful Arm has won.  
His Mercy which was kept before  
A secret and enclosed;  
Now to the clear and open view  
Of Heathens is exposed.  
His promised Goodness and his Truth  
Was first to Israel shown;  
But now the Ends of th' Earth have seen  
His great Salvation.  
Let all the Earth this welcome News  
Applaud with loudest noise:  
Join Music to their Hymns of Praise,  
To testify their Joys.  
Let swelling Seas roar, and excite  
The Joys of neighbouring Lands;  
Let echoing Hills the noise repeat,  
And Rivers clap their Hands.  
Whole Nature well may feel a change,  
When God's approach is nigh:  
Who comes to judge and rule the World  
With Truth and Equity.   

PSALM XCIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
THE Lord does reign, and on his Throne  
Between the Cherubins does sit;  
Let the Earth quake, and fear possess  
The People that inhabit it.  
God, who in Zion dwells, is great,  
And high above all People raised:  
O may his holy Name by all  
Adored be and ever praised.  
Power in this King, with Equity  
And Justice mixed, will do all right;  
He governs always by these Rules:  
Mercy and these are his delight.  
Extol him in your Praises then;  
And prostrate at his Footstool, show  
Your low submission to your God,  
As he is Holy this is due.  
M●ses and other famous men  
Of old, thus their Addresses made;  
Before the Lord fell down; and he  
Gave gracious Answers when they prayed  
He from a cloudy Pillar spoke,  
They understood from thence his Will;  
His Testimonies they observed,  
And all his Orders did fulfil.  
The Lord did their Petitions grant;  
And was propitious for their sake  
To great Offenders, upon whom  
Just Vengeance he began to take.  
Extol him in your Praises then,  
And at his holy Hill fall down;  
By this submission show, that you  
His Holiness and Greatness own.   

PSALM C.  
LET all the Nations of the Earth,  
To God their cheerful voices raise;  
With Gladness worship him, and come  
Before his Face with Songs of praise.  
Our Lord is God; 'twas he alone,  
Did to us all our Being's give:  
We are the People of his care,  
The Sheep that on his Pastures live.  
Enter his Gates with thankful Hearts;  
His Praises in his Courts proclaim:  
And by his powerful love inflamed,  
Delight to bless his sacred Name.  
For God is infinitely Good,  
His Mercy is for ever sure;  
And every changing Age shall see  
His Truth will still the same endure.   

PSALM C  
[Another Metre.]  
LET all that dwell on Earth, to God  
Their cheerful voices raise;  
Serve him with joy, and come before  
His Face with Songs of praise.  
The Lord is God, who did alone  
To all their Being's give;  
We are his People, and the Sheep  
That on his Pastures live.  
Enter his Courts with thankful hearts,  
His Praises there proclaim:  
And by his Love inflamed, delight  
To bless his sacred Name.  
For God is infinitely good,  
His Mercy ever sure:  
And every changing Age will see  
His Truth the same endure.   

PSALM CI.  
[As the 113 Psalm.]  
MErcy and Judgement, Lord, I'll sing:  
That mercy, which has made me King '  
Shall wisely still direct my course.  
Thy perfect Law the guide I'll make  
Of all my ways, and none shall take  
Example by me to be worse.  
State-reason and a private End  
Served by ill projects, shall not bend  
The Laws against the Rule of Right.  
The man whose sroward heart is pressed  
Ungodly Counsels to suggest,  
shall never be my Favourite.  
The privy Slanderer I'll not brook,  
Nor on the proud vovohsafe to look,  
Unless to note him for disgrace:  
But men of clear Integrity,  
And unsuspected Honesty,  
Shall be advanced to highest place.  
None shall by tricks and sly decoit,  
By lies and little arts grow great,  
Or be in mine Affairs employed.  
Justice shall not Offenders spare,  
But wicked Doers by my care  
Shall from God's City be destroyed.   

PSALM CII.  

LORD hear the prayers and mournful cries  
Of mine afflicted state;  
And with thy Comforts cheer my Soul,  
Before it be too late.  
My days consume away like smoke,  
Mine anguish is so great:  
My Bones are not unlike an Hearth,  
Parched and dry with Heat.  
This makes my vital Spirits fail,  
And flag like withered Grass;  
Mine appetite to food's so lost,  
My meals I Over-pass.  
Such is my grief, I little else  
Can do but sigh and groan:  
So wasted is my flesh, I'm jest  
Nothing but skin and bone.  
Like th' Owl and Pelican that dwell  
In deserts out pf sight;  
I sadly to bemoan myself,  
In solitude delight.  
The wakeful Bird that on House tops  
Sits without company;  
And spends the night in dolesul cries,  
Lives such a life as I.  
My pleased, Enemies expose  
My miseries to scorn;  
So set against me with mad rage,  
My ruin they have sworn.  
Th' ashes I roll in when I eat,  
Are tasted with my Bread:  
And with my Drink are mixed the tears  
I plentifully shed.  
Thy wrath against us so severe  
Does not remit at all:  
By dashing all the hopes thou'st raised,  
I've had the sorer fall.   

Part II.  
My days like the declining shades,  
Make haste, and fly away:  
As Flowers before the scorching Sun,  
They whither and decay.  
But thou, Lord, ever shalt remain.  
The same thou ever waste;  
And the memorial of thy Truth  
Shall to all Ages last.  
The years for Sion's punishment  
Prefixed, expiring are:  
God's time to favour her's at hand  
Her ruins to repair.  
These hopes to see her built again,  
Make us her stones to prize;  
Her heaps of rubbish and of dust,  
Are precious in our Eyes.  
The Heathen Kings who scorn us now,  
Will then thy Name revere:  
Whose power, when Zion is restored,  
Will gloriously appear.  
The captive poor that now bemoan  
Their miseries in vain,  
Shall then be heard, and their lost state.  
And liberties regain.  
This Mercy to the following Age  
Shall stand upon record:  
And their Posterity, tho' yet  
Unborn, shall praise the Lord.   

Part III.  
The Lord, who in his Heavenly Throne  
Advanced is so high;  
Yet casts on our afflicted state.  
A favourable eye.  
Hell give that wished for liberty  
The groaning prisoners crave;  
And those that look upon themselves  
As doomed to die, will save.  
That they the Glories of his Name  
May in nis Temple raise,  
And in Jerusalem aloud  
His Truth and Goodness praise.  
When all his saved people there  
Shall meet with one accord;  
And other Kingdoms join with us  
In worshipping the Lord.  
But mine afflictions such decays  
Of age and strength had made;  
My hopes to see those happy days.  
Fell short, and thus I prayed:  
Lord, take me not away before  
My better days be past;  
Thine undeclining years beyond  
All generations last.  
Th' unknown Foundations of the Earth  
Of old by thee were laid;  
The fair and beauteous Heavens show  
The work thy hands have made.  
These all shall perish and wax old,  
Like garments thrown aside;  
But tho' they change, thy years ne'er fail,  
Thou dost the same abide.  
Thy kindness to the good is firm,  
Thy word to them is sure:  
Tho' strange events may change the world,  
Their Race shall still endure.    

PSALM CIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

BLess thou the Lord my soul, his Name  
Let all the powers within me bless:  
O let not his pasl favours lie  
Forgotten in unthankfulness.  
It's he that pardons all thy sins:  
He that in sickness makes thee sound:  
It's he redeemed from the Grave  
Thy Life, with Love and Mercy Crowned.  
It's he that fills thy mouth with good,  
And all thy just desires supplies:  
Who, like the Eagles, makes thine Age  
To a renewed youth arise.  
From his strict Justice, sure relief  
Oppressed Innocence will find:  
Moses and Isr'el knew his ways,  
And kind Intentions of his mind.  
Abundant Mercies flow from God,  
Love is his nature and delight:  
Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides,  
Intends not to destroy us quite.  
His Anger, in its rise and stay,  
From Rules Justice never swerves;  
And when he punishes our faults,  
The measure's less than sin deserves.  
As Heaven is far above the Earth,  
So his Rewards exceed our Love:  
Farther than East is from the West  
His Pardon does our sins remove.   

Part II.  
A father's pity to his child,  
Resembles God's, tho' shorter far;  
For he considers our weak frame,  
That only quickened Dust we are.  
Man's days are like the Grass, or Flower,  
That in the Field its Beauty; shows;  
But fades with every blasting wind,  
And then its former place none Knows.  
But God's eternal Truth and Love  
Is to good Men and to their Race:  
Those that his Laws and Covenant keep,  
His favour ever will embrace.  
Circled with glorious Light, his Throne  
The Lord has placed in Heaven above;  
Whose mighty ' power and sovereign Rule  
Extends o'er all that live and move.  
Bless God ye Angels, who in strength,  
And ready services transcend:  
Bless him ye Hosts and Ministers,  
Who all, to do his Will, attend.  
All ye his works that subject are  
In every place to his control,  
Bless ye your Maker; and with them  
Join in his Praises, O my Soul!    

PSALM CIII.  
[Another Metre.]  

MY Soul bless thou the Lord, his Name  
All powers within me bless:  
O never let his favours be  
Lost in unthankfulness.  
It's he forgives thy sins, and does  
Thy sicknesses remove:  
It's he redeems thee from the Grave,  
And crowns thy Life with Love.  
It's he that fills thy mouth with good,  
Thy just desires supplies;  
Who, like the Eagles, makes thine Age  
To a new Youth arise.  
From his strict Justice sure relief  
Wronged Innocence shall find:  
Moses his ways and Israel knew  
Th' Intentions of his mind.  
The Lord is kind, and Goodness is  
His nature and delight.  
Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides,  
Would not destroy us quite.  
His Anger in its rise and stay  
From Justice never swerves:  
And when he punishes our faults,  
It's less than sin deserves.  
As Heaven does far exceed the Earth,  
So his Rewards our Love:  
Farther than East is from the West  
He does our sins remove.   

Part II.  
A father's pity to his child  
Than God's is lesser far:  
For he considers our weak frame,  
And knows that Dust we are.  
Man's days are like the grass or flower,  
Fresh when it's newly blown;  
But fades with every blasting wind,  
Whose place no more is known.  
But God is true, and ever kind  
To good, men and their race:  
Those that his Laws and Covenant keep,  
His favour will embrace.  
Circled with Light, the Lord has placed  
His Throne in Heaven above:  
Whose sovereign Empire does extend  
O'er all that live and move.  
Bless God, ye Angels, who in strength  
And services transcend:  
Bless him, ye Hosts and Ministers,  
Who all his Will attend,  
All ye his works in every place,  
Subject to his control,  
Bless ye your Maker; and with them  
Join in his praise, my Soul.    

PSALM CIV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

MY Soul for ever bless the Lord,  
To this his Greatness does invite;  
Honour and Majesty's his Robe;  
His beauteous vesture splendid Light.  
He, as a Tent, the heavens extends;  
Whose rooms on liquid waters stay:  
Clouds are his Chariot, and the winds way.  
With their winged wheels meet out his  
Angels as swift as air, as bright  
As flames, with quick obedience move;  
To publish and effect below  
His pleasure, given in charge above.  
The Earth's Foundations are unknown,  
No Pillars raised its weight to bear;  
And yet no Power can make it move,  
Tho' it hangs lose in fluid air.  
The Earth's first Covering was the Deep,  
Whose Waves the highest Hills surpassed:  
Till at thy Check and Thunder's voice  
They shrank, and fled away in haste.  
The Mountains by hid ways they climb,  
Thence to the lower Vales descend;  
Till in the Sea, from whence they came,  
At last their winding courses end.  
In vain the Ocean's swelling Pride  
Threatens again the Earth to cover;  
Its fixed bounds no rising Tides,  
Without new leave, can e'er pass over,   

Part II.  
He from the Hills, through secret Veins,  
Causes the crystal Springs to burst;  
They glide through Valleys, where the Beasts,  
And the wild Asses, quench their thirst.  
There Birds are taught with curious Art  
Their Nests in shady boughs to raise;  
And by their cheerful Notes reprove  
Our silence in our Maker's praise.  
Nor can the higher grounds which gape  
For thirst, complain that they be forgot:  
Clouds big with showers on them distil,  
And water every barren plot.  
By his Command th' enriched Earth  
Food for all Creatures does produce;  
The Grass springs up to serve the Beasts,  
And Herbs for Man's peculiar use.  
Rich wine that cheers Man's heart, and oil  
That makes his Countenance look bright;  
Bread, the support of Life; all made  
To serve our needs, or our delight.  
Trees that on barren Hills are placed,  
Need not be watered by our care;  
Where Lebanon does highest rise,  
Cedars are ever fresh and fair.  
There Birds obtain secure retreat;  
Storks for their dwelling choose the Pine;  
Wild-Goats find refuge in the Hills,  
Coneys in Rocks they undermine.   

Part III.  
The Moon, whose varied Face we see,  
Measures the seasons of the year;  
And, having run his daily course,  
The Sun knows when to set, and where.  
Darkness, as well as Day, thou makest;  
'Tis Night that brings wild-Beasts abroad:  
Fierce Lions, roaring for their prey,  
By hunger taught, seek meat from God.  
At the Sun's rise these scattered Beasts  
Crowd to their Dens with hasty flight:  
Men share the Day, whose work gins  
And ends together with the Light.  
Great God how various are thy works,  
Created all with wondrous skill.  
Thy Blessings, Lord, enrich the Earth,  
And the Sea's spacious bosom fill:  
Whose yielding waves the Ships divide;  
There Fishes move of different size;  
And there the great Leviathan  
Does play, and Man's attempts despise.  
These all wait humbly to receive  
Thine alms of seasonable food:  
And what thine opened hand bestows,  
They gather, and are filled with good.   

Part IU.  
If God but in displeasure frown,  
The whole Creation needs must mourn;  
If he withholds his breath or theirs,  
They die, and to their Dust return.  
His quick'ning Spirit, when it breathes,  
All things with Life and Joy endues;  
His powerful word, that made the earth  
At first, its face again renews.  
Whilst this world's frame and order lasts,  
God's Glory never can be less:  
And what his wisdom made so good,  
His favour will delight to bless.  
But let not sinful Man presume  
God's dreadful anger to provoke;  
Whose Look can cause the Earth to quake,  
Whose touch make proudest hills to smoke.  
The great employment of my Life  
Shall be to praise this mighty Lord:  
To meditate his Love and Works,  
The sweetest pleasure will afford.  
While Sinners from the Earth consume,  
No place or thought regards them more;  
Bless thou thy Maker, O my Soul,  
Let Heaven and Earth his Name adore.    

PSALM CIV.  
[Another Metre]  

BLess thou the Lord, my Soul, to this  
His Greatness does invite;  
Honour and Majesty's his Robe,  
His Vesture splendid Light.  
He, as a Tent, the heavens extends,  
Whose rooms on waters stay;  
Clouds are his chariot, and the winds  
Winged wheels meet out his way.  
Angels as swift as air, as bright  
As flames, attend and move,  
His pleasure to effect below,  
That's given in charge above.  
The Earth's Foundations are unknown,  
Its weight no Pillars bear;  
Yet none can move it, tho' it hangs  
Lose in the yielding air.  
The Earth's first covering was the deep,  
Whose waves the hills surpassed:  
Till at thy check and thunder's voice,  
They shrank, and fled in haste.  
The Mountains by hid ways they climb,  
Thence to the Vales descend;  
Till in the Sea, whence first they came,  
Their winding courses end.  
In vain the Ocean's swelling Pride,  
Threatens the Earth to cover;  
Its fixed bounds no rising Tides  
Can, without leave, pass over.   

Part II.  
He from the Hills by secret Veins,  
Makes crystal springs to burst;  
The wat'red Valleys give all Beasts  
Drink to allay their thirst.  
There Birds are taught their artful Nests  
In shady boughs to raise:  
Whose cheerful Notes our silence shame  
In our Creatour's praise.  
Nor can the higher grounds, which gape  
For third, say they're forgot:  
Clouds big with showers on them distil,  
And water every plot.  
By his Command th' enriched Earth  
Does food For all produce;  
The grass springs up to serve the beasts,  
And herbs for humane use.  
Rich wine that cheers Man's heart, and oil  
That makes his face look bright:  
Bread, the support of Life; all serve  
Our needs, or our delight.  
The Trees on barren Hills will thrive,  
unwat'red by our care:  
Cedars i' th' heights of Lebanon,  
Are ever fresh and fair.  
There Birds find sure retreat, the Stork  
Dwells in the losty Pine;  
Wild Goats in Hills, Coneys are safe  
In Rocks they undermine.   

Part III.  
The Moon's oft varied face does show  
The seasons of the year;  
After his daily course, the Sun  
Knows when to set, and where.  
Darkness as well as Light thou makest,  
Night brings wild Beasts abroad:  
The hungry Lions roar for prey,  
And seek their meat from God.  
At the Sun's rising, to their Dens  
They crowd with hasty flight:  
Men share the Day, whose work's begun,  
And finished with the Light.  
Great God how various are thy works,  
All made with wondrous skill:  
Thy Blessings, Lord, every the Earth,  
And Seas large bosom fill.  
There go the Ships, and there do move  
Fishes of different size;  
There great Leviathan does play;  
And Man's attempts despise.  
These all wait to receive thine alms  
Of seasonable food;  
They gather what thine hand bestows,  
And all are filled with good.   

Part IU.  
If God but in displeasure frown,  
All Creatures needs must mourn;  
If he withholds their breath, they die,  
And to their Dust return.  
His quick'ning Spirit, when it breathes,  
All things with Life endues,  
His powerful word, that made the Earth,  
Its face again renews.  
Whilst this world's frame and order lasts,  
God's fame will ne'er be less;  
And what his wisdom made so good,  
Will still delight to bless.  
But let not sinful Man presume  
God's anger to provoke;  
Whose Look can cause the Earth to quake,  
His Touch make Hills to smoke.  
My Life's great business shall be this,  
To praise this mighty Lord;  
To meditate his Love and works,  
The sweetest Joys afford.  
While Sinners from the Earth consume,  
No place regards them more;  
Bless thou the Lord, my Soul, his Name  
Let Heaven and Earth adore.    

PSALM CV.  

O Let us all give thanks to God,  
And call upon his Name;  
His gracious and his mighty works  
To all the world proclaim.  
Let us in Songs and sacred Hymns  
Our great Creator bless;  
And what his powerful hand has wrought,  
Our joyful tongues express.  
Count it your honour that ye know,  
And bear his sacred Name;  
And when you worship this great Lord,  
Take pleasure in the same.  
Within his Sanctuary let  
Your Prayers to him be made;  
Your hopes upon his favour rest,  
And his almighty aid.  
O let the works that he has done  
Your admiration move;  
Think on the judgements of his mouth,  
And wonders of his Love.  
This Charge to you belongs, who are  
Of faithful Abr'am's race;  
And Jacob's, Offspring called, who stood  
In God's especial Grace.  
We glory that this mighty Lord  
Us for his people owns;  
Whose Judgements make th'amazed Earth  
To tremble when he frowns.  
His Covenant with his people made,  
He ever called to mind;  
And will his Promises fulfil,  
To ages still behind.   

Part II.  
That Covenant which the Lord of old  
With our first fathers made;  
And oft by Oath renewed to them  
And to their seed, thus said.  
On thee I Can'an's Land bestow,  
(This which we now possess)  
To bring them into which, his Care  
Showed that he meant no less.  
For tho' when first our fathers came,  
One family they were;  
Whose number too was very few,  
And they mere strangers there:  
Tho' weak, who in a settled place  
No fixed Estate enjoyed;  
But forced from this to th' other Land,  
Might soon have been destroyed:  
He suffered none to injure them,  
When Sojourners they were;  
But Kings, that meant to do them wrong,  
Met with rebukes severe.  
Let none attempt these person's harm;  
So dear to God, and great:  
" Touch not, said he, my anointed ones,  
" Nor Prophets rudely treat.  
When after this, in all the Lands  
A famine long prevailed:  
And Bread, the great support of Life,  
When Corn was wanting, failed:  
He sent out Joseph to provide  
For Jacob, now grown old:  
But he that was to save his house,  
First as a Slave was fold.   

Part III.  
To Egypt brought, and falsely charged,  
Joseph's in prison cast:  
The Calumny more pained him, than  
The Chains that held him fast.  
There, by unfolding hidden fates,  
Great fame he had acquired:  
This Phar'oh hearing, tried him too,  
And found him one inspired.  
He quickly set him free, and made  
Him Ruler of the Land:  
The management of all affairs  
He ' entrusted in his hand.  
His greatest Princes to command  
And punish he had leave;  
All the wise Senators from him  
Instructions must receive.  
Now Jacob's house to Egypt came  
As Phar'oh did invite:  
And grew so, as t' exceed their foes  
In Number and in Might.  
This makes them jealous, and to hate  
Those they received with joy:  
Whom first by subtle Arts they would  
Diminish, then destroy.  
Moses and A'ron (when God saw  
Their Bondage heavier grow)  
Were sent to Phar'oh with demand  
To let his people go.  
The mighty works which they performed,  
And wonders in that Land;  
Showed that what e'er they said or did  
Was by Divine command.   

Part IU.  
He three days darkness, black as Hell  
Over all Egypt drew;  
In which, and all the other plagues,  
God's Orders they pursue.  
He turned their waters into blood,  
Which all their Fish destroyed:  
Numberless Frogs overspread the Earth;  
And the King's rooms annoyed.  
Infinite Swarms of Flies and Lice  
O'er all the Country came:  
Instead of Rain he gave them Hail,  
Mixed with devouring Flame.  
This Storm not only from the Trees  
Their pleasant Fruits beat down,  
But all the Fig trees too and Vines  
Were broke and overthrown.  
By his Command numberless Hosts  
Of various Locusts pass  
O'er all the Land; and with strange haste  
Devoured their Herbs and Grass.  
In the same Night all their Firstborn,  
Smote by an Angel, die;  
The prime of all their strength, and prop  
Of every Family.   

Part V.  
Loaded with Egypt's wealth, their Land  
In haste the people quit;  
Not one in all their Tribes so weak,  
For travel was unfit.  
Gladness at their departure thence  
Th' Egyptians hearts did fill;  
For fear, as the last Plague their Sons,  
The next themselves might kill.  
He spread a Cloud, which screened them from  
The scorching Sun by day;  
But was so bright withal, it served  
By night to show their way.  
He than provides delicious fare  
For that vast multitude;  
Great flights of Quails, and Bread showered down  
From Heaven to be their food.  
An opened Rock their Drink supplied;  
Whence Streams gushed out so fast,  
They ran, and followed them through all  
The parched grounds they passed.  
The Lord these wonders, to make good  
His word to Abr'am, wrought:  
When he from slavery his Race  
With joy and triumph brought.  
He fixed them in a quiet Seat  
In Can'an's pleasant Land;  
Stored with all good by others pains,  
And planted to their hand.  
That by his kindness thus obliged,  
And blessed so many ways;  
His Laws they might with care observe;  
The Lord for ever praise.    

PSALM CVI  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

BY cheerful Praises to his Name,  
That God is good to all proclaim:  
Whose Mercies shown to ages past,  
To all succeeding times shall last.  
Who can the Power of God set forth,  
Or praise his wonders to their worth?  
They're happy, who with constant care  
In righteous works employed are.  
May I be one of those, and find  
God always good to me and kind:  
When thou deliv'rest thine elect  
From Dangers, do not me neglect.  
Their good secured may I see,  
And share in their felicity;  
And when thou dost their state advance,  
Glory with thine Inheritance.  
We the degenerate Offspring are  
Of fathers that great sinners were:  
Who thy great wonders minded not,  
In Egypt wrought, or soon forgot.  
Their unbelief when newly saved,  
At the Red Sea fresh wonders craved.  
There God, his Glory to advance,  
Gave them a new deliverance.  
The Sea's ungovernable course  
He checked, by his word's greater force:  
Their way through the vast Deep was dry,  
Such as through sandy deserts lie.  
O'er their pursuing Enemy,  
He gained a noble victory.  
The Sea returned on Phar'oh's Host  
With violence, and all were lost.   

Part II.  
Then they sang Praises to the Lord,  
And for a while believed his word.  
They soon what he had done forgot,  
And would not for his counsel wait.  
But tho' from Heaven with Bread supplied,  
Tempting God's power, for flesh they cried.  
They surfeit or the Quails he sent,  
Which prove their plague, not nourishment.  
' 'Gainst Moses than they mutiny,  
And question his Authority:  
Both him and A'ron, whom God chose,  
As proud Usurpers they oppose.  
The Earth did under Dathan cleave,  
And with an open mouth receive  
Abiram' s Troop: alive they fall,  
And in one Grave are buried all.  
Lightning from Heaven the other Crew,  
Invaders of the Priesthood, slew.  
A Calf in Horeb too they made,  
And worship to an Image paid.  
God's Glory that appeared so bright,  
And wrought such wonders, now they flight;  
An Image better pleasing was  
Of a dull Ox that eateth grass.  
How kind a Saviour God had been,  
The wondrous works in Egypt seen,  
The Sea that drowned Phar'oh's Host,  
All these are now forgot and lost.  
God was provoked to such an height,  
He threatened to destroy them quite:  
When Moses in the breach did stand,  
And stayed the vengeance of his hand.   

Part III.  
The promised Land they set at nought,  
Tho' to the Borders of it brought;  
They th' ill report some Spies had made  
More credit, than what God had said.  
They murmured when they should obey.  
And when he said, Go up they'd stay.  
Then solemnly the Lord did swear,  
These Rebels never should come there,  
Nor the despised Land possess,  
But perish in the Wilderness:  
And some, by th' Heathens overthrown,  
Be slain or scattered up and down.  
B'al-Peor' s service they embrace,  
Moab ' s vile god, and their disgrace;  
With them on Sacrifices fed,  
That had been offered to the dead.  
God was so angry at this sin,  
A grievous plague at once broke in:  
When Phineas, with zeal possessed,  
Slew a bold sinner, and it ceased.  
This Fact, which rash and hasty seemed;  
Just and praiseworthy God esteemed;  
And it obtained this Act of Grace,  
T'entail the Priesthood on his Race.  
At Meribah God's wrath they move,  
Where they for Drink with Moses strove;  
It went ill with him for their sake,  
Who things unfit, provoked, spoke.  
When they came in, they did not root  
The Nations out, tho' charged to do't:  
Were mixed, and deal with them had,  
And in their manners were as bad.   

Part IU.  
They learned what they should ever rue,  
To serve their gods and left the true.  
T'infernal ghosts they sacrifice  
Their children with unpitying eyes.  
The blood of Innocents' thus slain,  
Did all the Land of Can'an stain.  
Themselves too they, with whoredoms vile  
And other beastly lusts, defile.  
Then God was with his people wroth,  
Whom once he loved, he now does loath  
The Heathens yoke again they bear,  
By Foes oppressed, whose Slaves they were.  
Oft did he save them in distress,  
Yet they provoked him still no less;  
Their old Idolatries renewed,  
Which brought them low, by foes subdued.  
Yet when their mournful Cries he heard,  
He did their Misery's regard;  
His Covenant he called to mind,  
Left off to punish, and was kind.  
Even those, whose hatred oft they proved,  
He, to take pity on them, moved;  
And those by whom they conquered were,  
Their extirpation did forbear.  
Now, Lord, let our salvation come,  
And bring thy scattered people home:  
That, praising thee, we ever may,  
With greatest joy and triumph, say;  
" Blessing to Isr'el's God and King,  
" And everlasting Praises sing:  
" And may his Saints, with one accord,  
" All say, Amen. Praise ye the Lord.    

PSALM CVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LET all give thanks to God above,  
So full of kindness and of love.  
Whose Mercy ages past have known,  
And those that are to come shall crown.  
 ever be by them confessed,  
Whom he redeemed when sore oppressed.  
And made the scattered people come  
From all the Lands to their own home.  
They passed through Deserts, where no way  
They found, nor City where to stay;  
No food to ease their hunger's rage,  
Nor water-springs their thirs t' assuage.  
In their distress to God they cried,  
Who proved their Saviour and their Guide:  
He, the right Path where they should go,  
And place where they should dwell, did show.  
Let all Men praise God's goodness then,  
His wonders to the Sons of Men;  
Whose bounty longing Souls supplies,  
Their craving hunger satisfies.   

Part II.  
Those who are in dark prisons laid,  
So nigh to death, they're in its shade;  
On whom the sorrows that they bear,  
Sat heavier than the chains they wear.  
These having proudly God withstood,  
Contemned his Counsels for their good:  
He then resolved with pain and smart  
To quell the stoutness of their heart.  
Before his strokes they could not stand,  
Nothing could raise them but his hand.  
Then, to the Lord they're forced to fly,  
To importune his Clemency.  
Who did regard their low address,  
And saved them out of their distress.  
He changed their gloomy state to light,  
And broke their Bands in sunder quite.  
15 Let all men praise God's goodness then,  
His wonders to the Sons of men.  
His strength that all things does surpass,  
Broke Bars of Ir'n, and Gates of Brass.   

Part III.  
Fools to lewd courses wholly bend,  
Prepare for their own punishment.  
Sickness and loathsome maladies  
From Luxury and Lust arise.  
The Glutton's appetite o'erthrown,  
His tastful meats will not go down.  
Nature with heavy loads oppressed,  
Beckons to Death to be released.  
Then do these frighted Sinners fly  
To God for help; whose earnest cry  
Moved a regard to their address,  
Heaven saved them out of this distress.  
No need of Medicines for their cure,  
Their virtue's not so quick nor sure;  
Death's sentence only he repealed,  
He sent his word and they were healed.  
Let all men praise his Goodness then,  
His wonders to the Sons of men:  
And by their grateful Sacrifice  
Declare his works and their own joys.   

Part IU.  
They whom the Ships on th' Ocean bear,  
Do see God's works and wonders there.  
For at his word fierce Tempests rise,  
And lift its Waves unto the Skies.  
One while they mount to Heaven aloft,  
They sink into the Depths as oft.  
The Passengers strange terrors feel,  
Like Drunkards to and fro they reel.  
Lost to all hope, to God they cry  
For help in their extremity;  
He lends an Ear to their address,  
And brings them out of this distress.  
For at his beck the storms assuage,  
The furious waves depose their rage.  
They welcome now the calm, and see  
The Haven where they wished to be.  
Let all men praise God's goodness then,  
His wonders to the Sons of men;  
Nor only private Offerings bring,  
But in the Church his Glories sing.   

Part V.  
When God's provoked, his powerful hand  
Turns Rivers to a Desert land;  
Their fruitfulness to barren grounds,  
When wickedness therein abounds.  
Dry grounds by showers sent from above,  
And flowing Springs fair Pastures prove:  
Thither the poor for dwellings flow,  
Which after to a City grow.  
They sow the Fields, and Vineyards plant,  
Whose Fruits supply their growing want.  
Their Race springs fast from fruitful stocks,  
Their wealth increases with their flocks.  
Thus are they blest; but when they sin,  
They're punished and brought low again.  
Even Princes are exposed to scorn.  
And wander in a state forlorn.  
But he exalts the poor on high,  
And spreads their numerous Family.  
The Just with gladness this shall see,  
And wickedness shall silent be.  
How few there are with care record  
These wondrous deal of the Lord!  
But wise Observers still shall find,  
That God is infinitely kind.    

PSALM CVIII.  
MY Heart, O God, is now prepared,  
And this my Tongue shall raise:  
Which with my Harp shall early sing  
A consort to thy praise.  
The great Salvation thou hast wrought,  
I'll to the World proclaim:  
The scattered Nations shall assist  
My Songs to spread thy Fame.  
Thy Mercy reaches to the heavens,  
Thy Truth unto the Skies;  
O may thy Glories, Lord, above  
Both Earth and Heaven rise.  
That thy Beloved may obtain  
A Saviour in their need;  
In answer to my servant prayers  
Thy timely succours speed.  
God's sacred promise passed, now makes  
My hopes depend on thee;  
The Land that round Samaria lies,  
Submits itself to me.  
The rest of israels Tribes unite  
To own my righteous cause;  
Ephraim's my chiefest strength for War,  
Judah supports my Laws.  
Moab and Edom as vile slaves  
To serve me will be glad;  
Philistia meet thy conquering Lord,  
And to his triumphs add.  
Who then will lead me to that Hold  
On Edom's Frontiers lies,  
So strongly fenced 'gainst all assaults,  
Which all my force defies?  
The Lord will do't, who heretofore  
Refused our Arms to bless;  
He'll undertake our Conduct now,  
And crown it with success.  
Man's weakness helps in vain; may we  
Thine aids in trouble meet:  
Our Hands shall do great acts; our foes  
Lie conquered at our Feet.   

PSALM CIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LORD since my glor'ing is in thee,  
Be thou concerned t'avenge my wrongs:  
Who now am wickedly traduced  
By lying and deceitful tongues.  
By odious calumnies, close siege  
They to my Reputation lay;  
And unprovok'd, with open force  
Attempt to take my life away.  
I have deserved well of those.  
Who now mine adversaries are;  
I sought not safety by Revenge  
When offered, but of God by prayer.  
Evil for good is my reward,  
The more I love I'm hated more.  
' 'Gainst the chief author of these wrongs  
Thy Justice therefore I implore.  
By the worst Judge may he be tried,  
And by a Dev'lin spite, accused:  
Be pronounced guilty, and his prayer  
For Pardon, as a sin, refused.  
 
 
By an untimely death cut off,  
His Office let another take:  
Want on his Children be entailed:  
His wife a forlorn widow make.  
May they a sorry vagrant life,  
By begging up and down maintain:  
And their own Houses lying waste,  
Seek for a Lodging where they can.   

Part II.  
Let an exacting Creditor  
Seize his Estate as lawful spoil;  
And may a perfect stranger reap  
The fruit of all his care and toil.  
Let none t'his Memory be kind,  
No pity to his Race be shown:  
But let them parish, and their Name  
Be in the following Age unknown.  
Visit on him his Parents Crimes,  
Since he in sin would like 'em be:  
To show that they are not forgot,  
Root out their cursed memory.  
He, when the poor for mercy called,  
Nothing but cruelty did breath;  
And when their Hearts were broke with grief,  
He persecuted them to death.  
Let all the Curses that he wished  
To others, on his own head light;  
And may he, by a just reward,  
Want all that Blessing he did slight.  
In cursing and malicious Lies,  
As in rich  he took a pride;  
And may its sad effect, like drink,  
Through all his Veins and Bowels slide.  
Sinking into his Bones like Oil,  
Let it allow him no repose;  
Cover him with it like a Vest,  
As with a Girdle bind it close.   

Part III.  
This shall be their reward from God,  
Whose spite is on my ruin bend;  
And question not to make it sure,  
By Lies and Slanders they invent.  
But since thy Honour is engaged  
And Mercy too: Lord, take my part:  
Oh save mel when by all forsook.  
And pierced with sorrow to the heart.  
I vanish like an Evening shade,  
Tossed, like a Locust, up and down:  
My Knees and all my Joints are weak,  
My Body lean with fasting grown.  
They add unto my miseries  
Reproach and all the signs of scorn;  
Lord, let thy Mercy interpose  
To help and save me thus forlorn.  
Force them to own herein thy power,  
Who curse in vain whom God will bless:  
Let me with joy see them ashamed,  
That their attempts had no success.  
Clothed with Confusion, may they wish  
To hid themselves from their own shame:  
In full Assemblies then I'll sing  
The loudest praises to thy Name.  
God, the great Patron of the poor,  
Will as his Advocate stand by,  
Defend his Cause, and save his Life,  
When he's unjustly doomed to die.    

PSALM CX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
THUS spoke the Lord unto his Son,  
Sat thou advanced on my right hand;  
Till all thy conquered Foes shall crouch,  
And wait their doom from thy command.  
From Zion shall thy word go forth,  
Which like a Sceptre thou shalt sway:  
To bring the Stubborn under Rule,  
And make them willingly obey.  
The Conquests shall be great that day;  
The numerous Converts thou shalt view,  
Shall make an Army that exceeds  
Thy Crystal Drops of morning Dew.  
The Lord hath all his Truth engaged  
By Oath, which he can never break,  
To make thee an eternal Priest,  
Of th' Order of Melchizedeck.  
And when he's raised to his Throne,  
Proud Monarches that oppose his Reign  
Shall fall; and all the wicked world  
That will not stoop to him, be slain.  
Whilst he pursues this work, he'll stoop  
To mean refreshments in the way;  
But with a glorious reward,  
God will his sufferings repay.   

PSALM CX.  
[Another Metre.]  
THUS spoke the Lord unto his Son,  
Sat thou on my right hand;  
Till all thy Foes shall crouch, and wait  
Their doom at thy Command.  
From Zion shall thy word go forth;  
This Sceptre thou shalt sway:  
Under thy Rule shall Rebels come,  
And willingly obey.  
Thy Conquests shall be great that day;  
The Converts thou shalt view;  
Shall make an Army that exceeds  
The drops of morning Dew.  
The Lord hath all his Truth engaged  
By'an Oath he cannot break;  
thou'rt ever Priest of th'Order made  
Of great Melchizedeck.  
And when he's raised to his Throne,  
Kings that oppose his Reign  
Shall fall; and all the Heathen World  
That will not stoop, be slain.  
Whilst thus employed, he'll stoop to mean  
Refreshments in the way:  
But God with glorious rewards  
His Sufferings will repay.   

PSALM CXI.  
MY Soul's best Powers I will engage,  
And with affection join  
In those Assemblies, where the Saints  
To praise the Lord combine.  
They that contemplate thy great works  
Will soon with pleasure see  
Thy Power how glorious it is,  
How great thy Purity.  
The wonders of thy Providence  
They'll often call to mind;  
With grateful hearts proclaim that God  
Is gracious and kind.  
How in the Wilderness he gave  
Food with a liberal hand:  
And made his People to possess  
The Heathens pleasant Land.  
Faithful and Just are all his Works;  
His Word no less is sure;  
When once his Promise is engaged,  
Performance is secure.  
Isr'el, from slavery redeemed,  
His Holiness did know;  
Their foes the terror of his Name  
Felt in their overthrow.  
To fear the Lord true wisdom is:  
And he that strives to please  
His Maker, understands him best;  
Whose praise shall never cease,   

PSALM CXII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
Blessed is the Man that fears the Lord;  
Whose pleasure 'tis to do his Will:  
His seed shall be renowned on Earth,  
His happy Race shall flourish still.  
His house with plenty shall be filled;  
And as his wealth and stores increase  
His bounty is enlarged; no fear  
Of future want does make it less.  
When troubles fall unto his share,  
They'll in his greater comfort end;  
What kindness God on him bestows,  
The same to others he'll extend.  
He lends assistance to the poor,  
Discreetly order all his way:  
Nothing shall move this righteous Man,  
Or make his memory decay.  
No news of threatening danger can  
His confidence in God displace:  
He with undaunted courage looks  
His foes securely in the face.  
God his diffusive charity  
With suitable rewards will crown:  
Not only those above bestow,  
But honour here and great renown.  
Mean while the wicked shall repine  
With indignation at his bliss;  
And melt away with grief, to see  
This Man obtain what they shall miss.   

PSALM CXII.  
[Another Metre.]  
O Happy Man that fears the Lord,  
And joys to do his Will:  
His seed shall be renowned on Earth,  
His race shall flourish still.  
His house with plenty shall be filled;  
And as his stores increase,  
His bounty is enlarged; no fear  
Of want does make it less.  
When troubles fall unto his share,  
They'll in his comfort end;  
What kindness God on him bestows,  
To others he'll extend.  
He lends assistance to the poor,  
Discreetly guides his way:  
Nothing shall move this Man, or make  
His memory decay.  
His trust in God, no threatening news  
Of danger can displace:  
He with undaunted courage looks  
His Enemies in the face.  
God his diffusive charity  
With great rewards will crown;  
Both those above bestow, and here  
Honour and great renown.  
Mean while the wicked shall repine  
With envy at his bliss;  
Consume with grief, to see this Man  
Obtain, what they shall miss.   

PSALM CXIII.  
YE servants of th' eternal King,  
To God your cheerful praises sing,  
Whose Name be blest for evermore.  
His goodness over all is great,  
Where e'er the Sun does rise or set,  
Since all are blest, let all adore.  
O'er all the Earth the Lord does reign,  
And heavens too narrow to contain  
His Glories that are infinite.  
Let not poor borrowed greatness dare  
With his Perfections to compare,  
Who dwells in uncreated Light.  
He condescends so far, to know  
Th' affairs of mortals here below,  
As well as those in Heaven above.  
To show how he o'er all things sways,  
He from the dust the poor does raise,  
And from his vile estate remove.  
From thence advances him on high,  
To unexpected dignity,  
And sets him a royal Throne.  
When age and nature doth despair,  
He makes the barren womb to bear:  
O therefore praise this God alone.   

PSALM CXIV.  
[As the 113 Psalm.]  
WHen the great God had Isr'el's seed  
From Egypt and oppression freed,  
He then declared himself their King:  
Whose bright appearance as they passed  
The Sea beheld, and fled in haste;  
Jordan retired unto its spring.  
Sinai, when God came down, did shake,  
Th' adjoining mountains all did quake,  
And like affrighted Rams did skip:  
The little hills could not forbear  
By trembling too to show their fear,  
Like Lambs that round their Mother's trip.  
What ailed the Sea thus to shrink back,  
Or Jordan its old banks forsake,  
So cross to Nature's fixed Laws?  
Why should great Mountains skip like Rams  
And little hills like frighted Lambs?  
Why seems it strange, when God's the cause?  
Not Hills alone, when he is near,  
But the whole Earth may quake for fear,  
As into strange Convulsions thrown:  
For Rocks into a wat'ry Lake,  
And Flints into a Fountain broke,  
When God would make his Power known.   

PSALM CXV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
NOT unto us, Lord, not to us,  
But to thy Name the praise we own;  
To thy free goodness and thy truth,  
The springs whence all our blessings flow.  
Why should the Heathen ask in scorn,  
Where is the God whom ye adore?  
In Heaven he reigns, but does on Earth  
What e'er his Will ordained before.  
Silver and Gold their Idols are,  
And all their worth derive from thence;  
With no Divinity inspired,  
Since they are void of life and sense.  
For tho' the Maker forms an Eye,  
A Mouth, or any other Part;  
He cannot give them sight or breath,  
Nor lively motion by his art.  
Fond Men! to think your hands can make  
A God, to which our knees should bow;  
You trust what cannot help itself;  
Statues have sense as much as you.  
O Isr'el in the living God  
Repose your trust and confidence:  
He'll help you to subdue your foes;  
In dangers he'll be your defence.  
Let A'ron's house on God rely;  
To you he'll be an help and shield;  
Trust in him, ye that fear the Lord,  
Whose care and aid will safety yield.  
He, who in ages past was kind,  
In after times will be no less;  
He th' house of Israel will save,  
The Priests of A'ron's house will bless,  
He'll bless all pious worshippers,  
Of low as well as high degree:  
And largely heap his benefits  
On you and your posterity.  
O happy state! thus to be blest,  
By him that made both Earth and Heaven:  
His throne in Heaven is placed, the Earth  
In kindness he to Man has given.  
The silent Grave cannot declare  
Thy wonders; nor proclaim thy praise:  
We'll now begin that blessed work,  
Which shall continue all our days.   

PSALM CXV.  
[Another Metre.]  
LORD, not to us, but to thy Name  
We give the praise we own;  
To thy free goodness and thy truth,  
Whence all our blessings flow.  
Why should the Heathen ask us, Where's  
That God whom you adore?  
In Heaven he reigns, but does on Earth  
What he ordained before.  
Silver and gold their Idols are,  
Their worth derive from thence;  
With no Divinity inspired,  
Since void of life or sense.  
For tho' the Maker forms an Eye,  
A Mouth, or other Part;  
He cannot give them sight or breath,  
Motion, or Life by art.  
Fond Men! with hands to make a God  
To which our knees should bow;  
You trust what cannot help itself,  
Statues have sense like you.  
O Isr'el, in the living God  
Repose your confidence;  
To quell your foes he'll be your help,  
In dangers your defence.  
Let A'ron's house on him rely;  
He'll be your help and shield:  
All that fear God, trust him, whose care  
And aid will safety yield.  
He, that before was kind, will be  
In after times no less;  
The house of Isr'el he will save,  
The Priests of A'ron's bless.  
He'll bless all pious Worshippers,  
Of low or high degree:  
And heap his benefits on you,  
And your posterity.  
Oh happy! to be blest by him  
That made both Earth and Heaven;  
His Throne's in Heaven, the Earth to Man  
In kindness he has given.  
The Grave thy wonders cannot show,  
Nor celebrate thy praise:  
We'll now adore thy sacred Name,  
And bless thee all our days.   

PSALM CXVI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
Since God so tender a regard  
In straits to my requests did give;  
My best affections he shall have,  
And best devotions, whilst I live.  
Assailed with grief and pains, that seemed  
The sad forerunners of the Grave;  
To thee I made request, O Lord,  
My life from threatening danger save.  
Nor did I cry to God in vain,  
Nor did his Mercy come too late;  
But when my skill was at a loss,  
His kindness raised my low estate.  
God and thyself, my Soul, enjoy  
In quiet rest, freed from thy fears;  
Who saved thy life, upheld thy steps,  
And dried up all thy falling tears;  
I still shall live and praise thy Name;  
Thus did I speak, and thus believed:  
Tho' in distress I rashly said,  
All Men will lie, and I'm deceived.  
What shall I render to the Lord  
For all tha kindness he has shown?  
I'll humbly offer him my praise,  
And thankfully his favours own.  
The solemn payment of my vows  
I made to God, shall be my care;  
Who saved me from approaching death,  
And showed my life to him was dear.  
By all engagements, Lord, I'm thine;  
Thy servant whom thou hast set free;  
The very Bonds that thou hast loosed,  
Shall tie me faster unto thee.  
Thankful acknowledgements I'll make  
And God for all his favours bless:  
I'll on his goodness wait, and pray  
To him alone in all distress.  
To God, in sight of all his Saints,  
Religiously I'll pay my vows;  
There where they meet within his Courts,  
To worship at his holy house.   

PSALM CXVI.  
[Another Metre.]  
GOD that so gracious a regard  
To my requests did give,  
Shall have my choicest love, and best  
Devotions whilst I live.  
Assailed with grief and pains, that seemed  
Forerunners of the Grave;  
To thee I cried, O Lord, my life  
From threatening danger save.  
Nor did I cry in vain, nor did  
God's Mercy come too late:  
But when my skill was at a lose,  
He raised my low estate.  
God and thyself, my Soul, enjoy  
Quiet and free from fears;  
Who saved thy life, upheld thy steps,  
And dried up all thy tears.  
I still shall live to praise thee; thus  
I spoke and thus believed;  
Tho' once I rashly said, all Men  
Will lie, and I'm deceived.  
What shall I render, Lord, for all  
The kindness thou hast shown?  
Praises I will offer, and with thanks  
Will all thy favours own.  
The payment of the vows I made  
To God, shall be my care:  
Who saved me from Death, and showed  
My Life to him was dear.  
By all engagements I am thine;  
Thy servant, Lord, I will be;  
The bonds that thou hast loosed, shall tie  
Me faster unto thee.  
I'll own with thankfulness, and God  
For all his favours bless;  
I'll on his goodness wait, and pray  
To him in all distress.  
Now, in the sight of all his Saints,  
To God I will pay my vows;  
There where they meet within his Courts,  
To worship at his house.   

PSALM CXVII.  
LET all the Nations of the World  
Their great Creator praise;  
And all its scattered People join  
His mighty Name to raise.  
Whose kindness towards us is great,  
His Mercies ever sure:  
Then let our praises, like his truth,  
For ever still endure.   

PSALM CXVIII.  

O Praise the Lord, whom ages past  
Have known to be so kind;  
Whose Mercies will continue sure,  
To ages still behind.  
Let all his People, and his Priests,  
That in his house attend,  
With all that fear the Lord proclaim,  
His Mercies have no end.  
Bear thou thy part with them, my Soul,  
God's goodness to express;  
Who heard my Prayer, and set me free  
When I was in distress.  
I need not fear what Man can do,  
Since God does take my part;  
Defeated all my foes will be,  
When thou my Helper art.  
Much safer 'tis to trust in God,  
Than on an Host's defence:  
Rather in him than greatest Kings  
I will put my confidence.  
All Nations round did me enclose  
And more than once invade:  
But to destroy them, I was sure,  
Through God's almighty aid.  
They quite surrounded me, like Bees,  
Their anger flamed, like fire;  
But all was like a blaze of thorns,  
That quickly does expire.  
I knew by his almighty aid  
I soon should cut them short;  
Tho' they pushed hard to throw me down,  
His help would me support.   

Part TWO  
I all my happiness ascribe  
To God, who made me strong;  
And his Salvation still shall be  
The subject of my Song.  
The joyful voice of triumph fills  
The dwellings of the just;  
His power does mighty things for them,  
That in his goodness trust.  
I hope to live, and praise his works  
Even to my latest breath:  
Who, tho' he has chastised me sore,  
Has saved me still from death.  
Open, ye Ministers, the Gates  
Which entrance do afford  
Into God's Courts for righteous Men,  
Where I will praise the Lord.  
This is the Gate that thither leads;  
And all the righteous throng  
Shall enter in my company,  
And hear this joyful Song.  
I'll praise thee who hast heard my prayer  
And tho' thou wast before  
My gracious God, art now become  
My powerful Saviour.   

Part III.  
The stone which by the Bvilder's deemed  
Unfit, aside was thrown;  
Is chosen and preferr'ed, to be  
The Head and Corner stone.  
This is the Work of God alone,  
By us with wonder seen:  
This is the day the Lord hath made;  
And we'll rejoice therein.  
We'll join our acclamations,  
And loud Hosannas sing;  
Wishing prosperity may wait  
On him that is our King.  
Blest Savi'our! who from God to us  
On this kind Errand came;  
We welcome thee; and bless all those  
That spread thy glorious Fame.  
Thou, Lord, hast mercifully shined.  
On us, with Light and Grace;  
And at thine Altar we'll present  
The Sacrifice of praise.  
Thou art my God, my joyful tongue  
Shall ever sing thy praise:  
Thou art my God, and I on high  
Thy glorious Name will raise.  
Let all with thankfulness proclaim,  
That God is good and kind;  
Whose Mercies which have been before,  
Good Men shall ever find.    

PSALM CXIX.  

Aleph. Part I.  
THrice happy are those upright Men,  
Whose ways are free from blame;  
Who, as the Law of God directs,  
Their lives and manners frame.  
Blessed are they, who his Commands  
Unseignedly fulfil:  
And to obtain God's favour, seek  
To know and do his Will.  
These, when they be tempted, do not sin,  
But to thy paths repair:  
Thou, Lord, hast charged us to keep  
All thy Commands with care.  
O by thy Grace so guide my ways,  
Never from thine to swerve;  
Nothing shall shame my hopes, whilst I  
All thy Commands observe.  
This signal favour shall excite  
My ' unfeigned joy and praise,  
That I have learned how good thy Laws,  
How righteous are thy Ways.  
I'll keep thy Statutes, for I see  
In this thy Will is clear;  
Stand by me, Lord, as I intent  
Herein to persevere.   

Beth. Part II.  
How shall a young man, prone to vice,  
Govern his Manners, Lord?  
By heedful listening to the wise  
Directions of thy word.  
Sincerely I have begged thy Grace,  
O keep me close to thee:  
I've treasured up thy word, that I  
Might not a sinner be,  
Blessing and Praise, O Lord, is due  
To thee, who art so kind:  
Thy Statutes give me Grace to learn,  
And lodge them in my mind.  
My high esteem of all thy Laws,  
I have declared around:  
Herein my joy surpasses his,  
That has a Treasure found.  
Oft on thy Precepts will I fix  
My thoughts, that I may see,  
How well with thy prescribed Rules  
Of Life, my ways agree.  
My study on thy Statutes, Lord,  
And hearts delight is set:  
Thy word, which I entirely love,  
I never will forget.   

Gimel. Part. III.  
Such favour to thy Servant show,  
And such defence afford;  
That I, preserved from my Foes,  
May live and keep thy word.  
Open mine Eyes, that I may see  
The Wonders of thy Law:  
Who in my Pilgrimage, from hence  
Must Light and Comfort draw.  
Thy Judgements clearly to discern,  
So great my Long are;  
The painful Labours I endure,  
My Strength does quite impair.  
Thy Curse and thy severe Rebukes  
Fellow their haughty Pride;  
Who from the Path of thy Commands,  
Perversely turn aside.  
No longer let my Innocence  
Suffer reproach and shame;  
Whose care is to observe thy Laws,  
To live without all blame.  
Whilst Princes charged me with great Crimes,  
These I my Study made:  
Thy Statutes were my Counselors,  
And always made me glad.   

Daleth. Part IU.  
Struggling for Life, forlorn I lie,  
And humbled to the Dust:  
Revive and raise me up again,  
Who in thy Promise trust.  
My ways and dangers I made known,  
And found God's kind regard;  
And in thy Statutes taught, shall find  
Safety for my reward.  
Make me to understand aright  
The way thy Precepts show;  
Then all thy Wonders I have seen,  
Others shall also know.  
My heart will sink with grief, if God  
His promised Strength denies:  
Still give me Grace t' observe thy Laws,  
Seeking no help from Lies.  
By Rules of Justice and of Truth  
I've chose my Life to frame;  
Close to thy Testimonies cleaved,  
Lord, put me not to shame.  
I'll run the way of thy Commands  
With great Alacrity;  
When I'm enlarged with thy joys,  
And from these straits set free.   

Herald Part V.  
Teach me, O Lord, that way of Life  
Thy Statutes recommend;  
Never from thence will I decline,  
But keep it to the End.  
Lord, give me a discerning mind  
And knowledge of thy Will;  
Then what thy Sacred Laws enjoin,  
I'll hearty fulfil.  
Led me in thy prescribed Path,  
Where my Contentment lies.  
Incline my heart to thy Commands,  
And less this World to prize.  
O turn away mine Eyes from all  
Vain Pleasures here in view;  
That in God's way I may persist,  
His Favour to pursue.  
Make good thy word to him, that is  
Devoted to thy Fear:  
And the reproach I dread divert,  
Whose Judgements gracious are.  
Thou see'st, O Lord, the servant zeal  
I for thy Precepts have.  
Revive me for thy Promise sake,  
And from these Troubles save.   

Vau. Part VI.  
Thy Mercy, oft to me engaged,  
And Faithfulness advance;  
And let me feel their good effects  
In my deliverance.  
So shall I silence those who would  
My Piety disgrace:  
I'm not too bold, when in God's Word  
My Confidence I place.  
Which faithful word may I ne'er be  
Disheartened to assert;  
Who trust the Righteous Judge will give  
His Sentence on my part.  
Then I thy Laws with greater care  
Observe for ever will:  
And serve thee freely, for I seek  
Thy Precepts to fulfil.  
Thy Testimonies before Kings  
To own I'll not forbear;  
But these, as the best Rule of Life,  
Boldly to all declare.  
By my delight in thy Commands  
My Love to them I'll show:  
By practice to their Study joined,  
I'll show my Love is true.   

Zain. Part VII.  
Thy word on which my hopes rely,  
Lord, to remembrance call:  
This has great Troubles on me brought,  
But cheers me under all.  
When mine insulting Foes have made  
My Trust in thee their scorn,  
Yet have I not declined thy Laws,  
Tho' never so forlorn.  
I called to mind how God of old,  
By Good men's trials, made  
Them and his Power better known,  
And this my Grief allayed.  
But Horror seized me, when the Crimes  
Of wicked Men I saw;  
And what sad Judgements would befall,  
Such as forsook thy Law.  
My wander up and down, had seemed  
More troublesome and long;  
But that I thought upon thy Love,  
And made thy Laws my Song.  
I called to mind how true and good  
God was, whilst others slept:  
A Quiet cheerful mind I had,  
For I thy Precepts kept.   

Cheth. Part VIII.  
Thou art my Portion, and thy word  
I'll keep like precious store:  
Thy Grace and Mercy there engaged,  
I earnestly implore.  
My former wander I reviewed;  
And then without delay,  
Resolved to change my course, and turn  
Into thy safer way.  
By wicked Troops I've been beset,  
And stripped of all I had;  
But did not seek to be revenged  
By means thy Law forbade.  
At midnight I will wake and rise  
When others are asleep,  
To praise thee for those righteous Laws,  
By thee I'm taught to keep.  
They're my Companions, who express  
Tow'ards God religious Fear;  
All that with care thy Precepts keep,  
To me are truly dear.  
Such is thy kindness, all the Earth  
Thy Blessings largely fill:  
To serve thee as I ought, I beg  
Thou wouldst instruct me still.   

Teth. Part IX.  
Thou hast been faithful, Lord, and I  
Great Blessings have received;  
Give me a lively sense and taste  
Of what I have believed.  
Whilst I was prosp'erous, from thy paths  
Too soon I turned aside;  
But by thy Chastisements reduced,  
Thy Precepts were my Guide.  
Thou Lord art in thy Nature good,  
And dost all good afford:  
By thy wise Methods, make me more  
Obedient to thy word.  
Proud Men 'gainst me have spared no pains  
A cursed Lie t' invent;  
Who by strict keeping of thy Laws,  
Shall prove I'm innocent.  
Whilst grosser Pleasures dull their sense,  
God's Law is my delight:  
Happy afflictions have me taught,  
Thy Precepts not to slight.  
Such Excellencies in thy Law  
Pronounced from Heaven, appear;  
The Wealth a Kingdom does contain  
Is not to me so dear.   

jod. Part X.  
I am the Workmanship thy hands  
Have fashioned and made;  
More of thy Will I'd know, that thou  
May'st be the more obeyed.  
To see me from these Troubles freed,  
All good men will be glad:  
And trust thy faithful word, on which  
I my dependence had.  
I know thy Judgements righteous are,  
And all my Troubles-just:  
Lord, let thy Mercy comfort me,  
For in thy Word I trust.  
My life, whose ruines daily sought,  
Let thy Compassions save:  
Who in obeying thy Commands  
The highest Pleasure have.  
Confound the proud, who would with lies  
And falsehood me oppress:  
But I will study and observe  
Thy Precepts still no less.  
Let those that fear the Lord, and know  
Their Duty, take my part:  
Nothing shall shame me, whilst I am  
Sound and upright in heart.   

Caph. Part XI.  
I faint through long desire and hope  
Thy word fulfilled to see  
In my Deliverance; and cry out,  
When wilt thou comfort me?  
Like parched Skins hanged in the Smoke,  
So grief has shriveled mine;  
Yet do I not thy Statutes, Lord,  
Forget, much less decline.  
My days consume apace, why then  
Dost thou delay so long,  
T' inflict due Punishments on those  
That do me utmost wrong.  
By treacherous ways thy Law forbids,  
My ruin they pursue.  
Save me from those, who are as false,  
As thy Commands are true.  
My Life was ready just to fall  
A Prey to bloody hands;  
Yet to escape, I would not balk  
The way of thy Commands.  
Raise me from this forlorn Estate;  
My Life in mercy spare:  
Then I thy Testimonies, Lord,  
Will keep with greater care.   

Lamed. Part XII.  
For ever like the heavens, Lord,  
Thy word is settled fast:  
As firmly as the Earth, thy Truth  
Does to all Ages last.  
These all in their appointed course  
Continue to this Day:  
And all like ready Servants stand  
Thine Orders to obey.  
Had not thy Truth been my support,  
Thy Law been my delight;  
Under the pressure of my woes,  
I'had sunk and perished quite.  
Thy good Commands I'll ne'er forget,  
Which have revived me still:  
O save me who am thine, and seek  
To know and do thy Will.  
Vile men to ruin me, have long  
Watched for a fit pretence:  
But I'll keep close to thy Commands,  
As to my best Defence.  
Perfections here have narrow bounds,  
Whose End we oft outlive:  
But thy wise Laws have large extent,  
And lasting Pleasures give.   

Mem. Part XIII.  
O how I love thy Law, it is  
My daily exercise;  
By thoughts and talk of this, I make  
Myself and others wise.  
Through thy Commandments, which before  
Mine Eyes I ever set,  
I'm wiser than my Foes, and all  
Their subtle Arts defeat.  
My Teachers I excel in Skill,  
100 Old men in Judgement deep;  
Because thy Laws my study are,  
And I thy Precepts keep.  
I have not made a wicked way  
The means t'obtain my End;  
For I resolved against thy word  
Not wilfully t' offend.  
Thy Judgements I have not declined,  
Nor, wronged, did right o'er-pass:  
Just Precepts I had learned, and knew  
That God their Author was.  
Honey no sweetness does afford,  
Like what thy words create.  
From thence I learn the flattering sweets  
Of every Sin to hate.   

Nun. Part XIV.  
Thy word is to my Life a Guide,  
Unto my Paths a Light:  
Thy just Decrees as I have sworn,  
I'll keep with all my Might.  
My Sufferings are great; to me  
Thy comforts, Lord, afford;  
And raise me from this sad Estate,  
According to thy word.  
The freewill Offerings of my mouth,  
My Prayers and Praises own:  
To serve thee better, Lord, thy Will  
Still more to me make known.  
I went in danger of my Life,  
Such snares the wicked laid;  
Yet did I not forget thy Law,  
Nor from thy Precepts strayed.  
I'had rather still be poor, than from  
Thy Testimonies part:  
These are mine Heritage; the Joy  
And Comfort of mine heart.  
My heart's inclined, and to perform  
Thy Statutes I intent;  
What e'er I lose by't, I will hold  
This course unto the End.   

Samech. Part XV.  
Thy Law I love, but all lewd craft  
And double-dealing hate:  
And trusting in thy faithful word,  
For thy Protection wait.  
Ye wicked doers that corrupt  
The World, depart from me:  
From faithful serving of my God,  
No hindrance you shall be.  
Thy Word is passed t'uphold my Life,  
Do not my hopes expose:  
Thy Laws I'll more respect, when set  
In safety from my Foes.  
thou'rt wont to tread down those, that from  
Thy Statutes go astray;  
Their crafty Arts to them will prove  
A false and cheating way.  
Such wicked men out of the Land  
Like dross thou wilt remove;  
Therefore I better like, and more  
Thy Testimonies Love.  
The sense of thy just vengeance, Lord,  
Fills me with fear and awe:  
I dread the Judgements that will seize  
All that contemn thy Law.   

Ain. Part XVI.  
That I have done what's just and right,  
My Foes must needs confess:  
Leave me not in their hands, whose rage  
Knows only how t' oppress.  
Be thou my surety, lest the proud  
To ruin me prevail:  
If my deliverance be delayed,  
My tired hopes will fail.  
In Mercy deal with me, and since  
To thee I service owe;  
Teach me thy Statutes, and thy Will  
To me more fully show.  
It's time Good men should act for God,  
As well as he appear;  
When wicked men reject his Law,  
And sin without all fear.  
This stirs my Zeal, and makes me more  
All his Commands to prize;  
And, in compare with them them, the World  
And all its Wealth despise.  
Hence every Precept I approve  
For my Direction best:  
But unjust Courses, and base Arts  
I utterly detest.   

Pe. Part XVII.  
With greatest care I keep thy Laws,  
Whose wonders strike mine Eyes:  
The Entrance of thy word's a Light,  
And makes the simple wise.  
The fuller knowledge of thy Will  
I eagerly pursued;  
And as my Pleasure did increase,  
My long were renewed.  
Oh let thy deal towards me  
And Mercy be the same,  
Thou usest to express to those  
Who love and fear thy Name.  
Order my go in thy word,  
And my Director be;  
Then no Iniquity shall gain  
Dominion over me.  
Thy Precepts I'll observe, when placed  
Out of th' Oppressors reach:  
With favour on thy Servant shine,  
And me thy Statutes teach.  
I see how Sinners break thy Laws  
By bold Impieties;  
This makes me to lament, and floods  
Of Tears overflow mine Eyes.   

Tsaddi. Part XVIII.  
Thy Nature, Lord, and thy Commands  
Exactly do agree:  
Holy, and just, and true thou art,  
And such thy Precepts be.  
This sets my Zeal on fire, and makes  
Mine Indignation rise;  
To see my Foes forget thy Words,  
And thy just Laws despise.  
I love thy word because it's pure,  
And free from all deceit:  
Tho' I'm despised and small; my care  
To keep thy Laws is great.  
Thy justice and fidelity  
ne'er change or have an end:  
Thy Law's the Truth, on which we may  
With certain Faith depend.  
When I was brought into great straits  
And sore oppressed with grief;  
I thought on thy Commands, and found  
Great comfort and relief.  
Thy ways are ever true and just;  
This wisdom to me give,  
By them to order all my ways;  
And happy I shall live.   

Koph. Part XIX.  
To thee, O Lord, I loudly cried,  
Hear and deliver me;  
Thy Testimonies, when I'm saved,  
Better observed shall be.  
My cries, to mind thee of thy word,  
Prevent the morning Light.  
On this I meditate before  
The watches of the Night.  
Hear me, O Lord, as thou art kind,  
Of which sure proofs I have;  
And, as thou judgest best, my Life  
They seek to ruin, save.  
For they on mischievous Designs  
Against me bent draw near;  
Who'd far from care to keep thy Law,  
And strangers to thy Fear.  
My comfort is, for my defence  
Thou, Lord, art nearer still;  
And all th' Engagements of thy word  
Will't faithfully fulfil.  
I've known of old, what thou declarest  
To be thy Will, stands fast;  
And t' all that do thereon depend,  
Shall be performed at last.   

Resh. Part XX.  
See my sad Case, and plead my Cause,  
And set me free, O Lord:  
Who'm mindful of thy Law, and trust  
For safety on thy Word.  
From wicked Men that disregard  
God's Laws, his help is far.  
Great are thy Mercies; quicken me  
After thy wont care.  
Many are my malicious Foes;  
Yet do I not decline  
Thy Testimonies, nor will seek  
Their Death, as they do mine.  
It moves indeed my grief, to see  
How boldly men transgress:  
Who, what thy Word commands, contemn,  
What it forbids no less.  
Consider what unfeigned Love  
I to thy Precepts bear:  
Preserve my Life, O Lord, and show  
That I to thee am dear.  
Thy Promises have ever been  
Fulfilled in Ages past:  
And thy declared Will shall be  
Performed, whilst time does last.   

Schin. Part XXI.  
Princes pursue me without Cause,  
But my great fear is this,  
Lest, by transgressing thy Commands,  
Thy favour I should miss.  
When I beheld the promised good  
Thy faithful Word contains;  
He joys not more, who richest spoils  
After a Conquest gains.  
Lies and Deceit I hate, but love  
Honest and upright ways.  
Thy righteous Judgements shall excite.  
Seven times a Day my praise.  
Those Men are crowned with inward Peace  
Who thy Commandments love;  
And no Temptations unto Sin,  
To them a Scandal prove.  
I, in my Straits, from thee alone  
deliverance did expect;  
And for my Safety only did,  
What thy Commands direct.  
My Soul does all thy Precepts keep,  
And Testimonies prise;  
For all my Actions naked are  
To thy Allseeing Eyes.   

Tau. Part XXII.  
Admit my earnest Suit, who now  
To thee for wisdom pray.  
Thy promised Deliverance  
No longer, Lord, delay.  
I'll praise thee, that, by thee informed,  
Thy Laws I've understood:  
Loudly proclaim, that all thou'st said,  
Is faithfully made good.  
O let thy Hand, in my weak State,  
lt's Succours to me reach:  
For help, no other Course I'll take,  
But what thy Precepts teach.  
Of thy assured Salvation  
I long to have a sight;  
Tho', whilst: thou'rt pleased to delay,  
Thy Law's still my delight.  
Save and revive me in these Straits,  
That I thy Praise may sing:  
And let thy Judgements on my Foes,  
The help I look for bring.  
Like a lost sheep I've gone astray,  
But now, to thee I come:  
Thy Precepts I resolve t'obey.  
Lord, bring thy Servant home.    

PSALM CXX.  
TO God, whose Care I've ever been,  
in my distress I cried;  
He heard me then, and so prevents  
My fears to be denied.  
Lord, save me from'deceitfull Lips;  
No credit may they gain:  
Which by false Tales mine Innocence,  
Dear as my Life, would slain.  
Hope not, false Tongue, by forgeries  
To get me in thy Power:  
Vengeance shall pierce thee like a Dart,  
Like burning Coals devour.  
Ah! woe is me, forced to bewail  
A tedious Banishment  
From mine own Country, and a Life  
'Mong barbarous People spent.  
Too long I've dwelled with those that hate  
Peace and a friendly Life:  
I plead for Peace; they zealous are  
Only for war and strife.   

PSALM CXXI.  
I'll lift mine Eyes unto the Hills,  
And thence will look for aid.  
Depend on God alone for help;  
Both Heaven and Earth he made.  
He will sustain thy weaker Powers  
With his Almighty Arm:  
And keep thee with unwearied care,  
From all surprising harm.  
The Lord's Protection like a shade,  
Will be thy sure Defence:  
Nor Sun nor Moon shall hurt thee with  
Malignant influence.  
From harm thy Body he'll protect,  
Preserve thy Soul from Sin;  
Will prosper thy Designs abroad,  
And bless thy coming in.   

PSALM CXXII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
'tWas no small Joy, many to hear,  
With devout forwardness cxpress  
Their Long, to approach God's house,  
To worship, and his Name to bless.  
We need not travel farther, than  
Where fair Jerusalem does lie:  
A City to be envied for  
Its Order and its Unity.  
Thither the Tribes by God's Command  
Go up, and all their Offerings bring;  
And there before his Ark they own  
His favours, and his praises sing.  
There are the Seats of Justice placed,  
And Thrones for David's Family:  
Pray that her Peace may be prolonged,  
And prosperous all that love her be.  
May Peace still make thee sefe within,  
No Foes without thy Walls surround;  
And may thy quiet Palaces  
With plenty of good things abound.  
To wish thee happy I'm engaged  
By ties of Friendship and of Blood;  
God's House and true Religion,  
Oblige me more to seek thy good.   

PSALM CXXIII.  
O Thou that in a Glorious Throne  
Art placed above the Skies:  
To thee for Succour I direct  
Mine heart, and lift mine Eyes.  
No Servant by his Lord chastised  
With more Submission stands;  
Nor maids with greater Duty wait  
Their Mistress' Commands:  
Than we that justly undergo  
The Discipline of God,  
Wait for a merciful Release,  
When he'll remove his Rod.  
Have mercy, Lord, on us whose hope  
In thy Compassion lies;  
And, Whom insultlng Foes do scorn,  
Lord, do not thou despise.  
For our depressed Estate, now gives  
Advantage to their pride;  
And they who live in Wealth and Ease,  
Our Miseries deride.   

PSALM CXXIV.  
HAD not the Lord our Cause espoused  
His People now may say:  
Had not the Lord engaged his Power  
To secure us that Day,  
When wicked Men, with cruel Wrath  
Inflamed, against us risen:  
Too feeble all our Powers had been  
Their Fury to oppose.  
To their devouring Jaws, our Life  
Had been an easy Prey:  
Their rage, like an impetuous stream,  
Had swept us quite away.  
Blessed be the Lord, who chose this way  
His Mercy to enhance;  
Then, when our Dangers loudest called,  
To send Deliverance.  
We lay like poor entangled Birds,  
Caught in the Eowler's net:  
God's Power has broke their snares, and we  
At Liberty are set.  
Since all our help lies in his Name,  
That Earth and Heaven made:  
Our future Hopes shall all depend  
On his Almighty Aid.   

PSALM CXXV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
THey that in God their Confidence  
Repose, and him their Fortress make,  
Remain unmoved like Sion's Mount,  
Which Storms and Tempests never shake.  
Jerusalem with Hills begirt,  
Great Safety gains from this Defence:  
Good men much more from Angel's guard,  
And God's surrounding Providence.  
The wicked's Power shall not too long  
Oppress the Good, and vex their Peace;  
Lest the Temptation prove so strong,  
They imitate their Wickedness.  
Bless those that are sincerely good;  
And when thy Vengeance shall come down,  
Rebellious Sinners to destroy;  
Then, Lord, with Peace the righteous crown.   

PSALM CXXV.  
[Another Metre.]  
THey that repose their trust in God,  
And him their Fortress make,  
Remain unmoved, like Sion's Mount,  
Which Tempests never shake.  
Jerusalem with Hills begirt,  
Is safe by this Defence;  
Good men are more secure from God's  
Surrounding Providence.  
The wickeds Power shall not too long  
Oppress and vex their Peace;  
Lest, through discouragement, they prove  
Like them in wickedness.  
Bless all the truly good; and when  
Thy vengeance shall come down  
Proud Sinners to destroy; then, Lord,  
With Peace the Righteous crown.   

PSALM. CXXVI.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
WHen God from Bondage set us free,  
It seemed a strange and pleasant dream:  
Then was our Mouth with Laughter filled,  
To tell this News was all our Theme.  
This great and unexpected change,  
Forced the Heathens to confess  
The wonders of that Day; let us  
The same with greater joy express.  
Great are thy Mercies shown to us:  
Lord, perfect what thou hast begun;  
IT will be like welcome showers to ground  
That's parched with the scorching Sun.  
We wait with Patience, Lord, till thou  
All needful Blessings dost restore;  
And hope our former Tears will make  
Our after-joys to be the more.  
So he that in prepared ground  
His scattered Seed in sadness leaves,  
Will shout at Harvest, when he sees  
That Seed become a Load of sheaves.   

PSALM CXXVI.  
[Another Metre.]  
WHen God redeemed our captive State,  
It seemed a pleasant Dream;  
Our Mouth was filled with Laughter, then,  
And Joy was all our Theme.  
This mercy so unlooked for moved  
The Heathens to confess  
The wonders of that Day; let us  
With Joy the same express.  
Great are thy Mercies shown to us,  
Lord, perfect what's begun:  
IT will be like welcome Showers to ground  
Parched with the scorching Sun.  
We wait with Patience, Lord, till thou  
All good to us restore:  
And hope our former Tears will make  
Our after-joys the more.  
So he that Seed in ground prepared  
By scattered handfuls leaves,  
Will shout at Harvest, when that Seed  
Becomes a Load of sheaves.   

PSALM CXXVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
UNless God prosper it, all cost  
And pains to build an House is lost.  
Unlese the Lord the City keep,  
The watchful Guards as well may sleep.  
Your Labours with the rising Sun  
Begin, and last when Day is done:  
T' avoid that Poverty you dread,  
With carefulness you eat your Bread.  
But all in vain: if by Heaven blest,  
You may enjoy both wealth and rest:  
A numerous Race and fruitful Womb,  
As God's reward to Goodness come.  
Their Parent's Strength and Glory are,  
Like Arrows to a Man of War:  
Well furnished with these Supplies,  
A Man may dare his Enemies.   

PSALM CXXVIII.  
Blessed is the man, whose fear of God  
Is by obedience shown:  
Plenty thy Labours shall reward,  
And good Success shall crown.  
Thy fruitful wife, like a fair Vine,  
With Clusters shall abound;  
Whose Children like green Olive-plants,  
Thy Table shall surround.  
Such Blessings to thy House shall fall,  
When Ggd's thy chiefest fear:  
Thou in the Public joy and good:  
Shalt have the greatest share.  
A Numerous Race from thee derived.  
Thy lengthened Age shall see;  
And, the great wish of all good men,  
The Land's Prosperity.   

PSALM CXXIX.  
WE that are Isra'lites may say,  
Even from our Infant-state,  
Many our Enemies have been,  
And our Afflictions great.  
Tho' brought into great straits, our foes,  
Through God's preserving care,  
Our Extirpation cannot boast,  
We still his People are.  
Severely scourged we have been,  
Deep marks whereof we bear:  
As in ploughed ground, upon our backs  
Long furrows do appear.  
But God is just, who has at length  
The wicked's Power broke;  
And all the Bands asunder cut  
Of their Tyrannic Yoke.  
Never may those that Zion hate  
Better Successes meet;  
But failing still in their attempts,  
Be forced to retreat.  
May their designs whither like greene's  
On ruin'd Houses Top:  
Which every Mower disregards,  
Expecting thence no Crop.  
None that pass by congratulate  
Their hopes with wished Success:  
Nor th' Harvest prayer on these bestow,  
" May Heaven your Labours bless.   

PSALM CXXX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
Plunged into Depths of Misery,  
To God I raised my fervent Cry:  
Lord, lend to me a gracious Ear,  
Not sunk so low but thou canst hear.  
Shouldst thou against each evil deed  
In strict Severity proceed;  
By Merit, without Mercy, tried,  
None could be cleared and justified.  
But thou forgiveness dost proclaim,  
That men may turn, and fear thy Name.  
To thy rich Grace? O Lord, we fly,  
And on thy Promises rely.  
I'm more impatient of thy stay,  
Than Guards, for slow approach of Day.  
O therefore let the good and just  
In God alone repose their trust.  
The frailty of our State he knows;  
His plenteous Mercy ever flows.  
To humble Souls he gracious is,  
And pardons what 've done amiss   

PSALM CXXX.  
[Another Metre.]  
Plunged into Depths of Misery,  
To God I raised my Cry:  
Thou canst, when sunk so low, still hear:  
Lend then a gracious Ear.  
If thou against each evil Deed  
Severely shouldst proceed;  
By Merit, without Mercy, tried,  
None could be justified.  
But thou forgiveness dost proclaim,  
That men may fear thy Name.  
To thy rich Grace, O Lord, we fly,  
And on thy Word rely.  
I'm more impatient of thy stay,  
Than Guards for break of Day.  
O therefore let the Good and Just,  
In God repose their Trust.  
The Frailty of our State he knows,  
His mercy freely flows.  
To humble Souls he gracious is,  
pardoning what's done amiss.   

PSALM CXXXI.  
LORD, I have no aspiring thoughts,  
Nor Eyes that lofty are;  
Nor meddle with the things advanceed  
Above my lower Sphere.  
But humble and resigned I lie  
Composed to silent rest;  
I like a Child behave myself,  
Weaned from his Mother's breast.  
Let pious Souls no more admire,  
The World's deceitful shows;  
But with an undisturbed mind,  
In God their trust repose.   

PSALM CXXXII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

REmember all the Troubles, Lord,  
And Cares that David did molest:  
His pious Zeal by solemn Oath  
And sacred Vow, to God expressed.  
That he'd not come into his House,  
Nor Sleep his weary Eyes should close;  
Till he had first found out a place,  
Convenient for the Ark's repose.  
The place by God designed, 've found  
In shady Woods of Ephrata:  
We'll go into his sacred Tents,  
And prostrate at his Footstool, pray.  
Arise, O Lord, and where thine Ark,  
The token of thy Presence, rests;  
Together may thy Glory come,  
Together stay like welcome Guests.  
May those that at thine Altar wait,  
Be ever clothed with righteousness:  
That both may triumph in thy Love,  
Saints that are blest, and Priests that bless.  
Lord, for thy Servant David's sake,  
And thine own Promise to him made;  
The Prayers of thine Anointed hear,  
And with thy Favour make him glad.   

Part II.  
The Lord to David swarean Oath,  
(With equal Truth 'tand done)  
One of thy Race, when thou shalt cease  
To reign, shall sit upon thy Throne.  
And if thy Children will observe  
My Precepts with religious Care;  
Their Children shall not want a Throne  
To sit upon, nor that an Heir.  
13 For Sion's the beloved Hill,  
Seat of their Kings and of their God:  
Here is my place of fixed rest,  
My House of glorious abode.  
Her stores with plenty shall be filled,  
Her poor I'll satisfy with Food;  
Her Priests defend, and all shall hear  
The shouts and triumphs of the Good.  
Still David's Regal power shall spring  
Afresh, in his Successors, there;  
And spread the Lustre of his Name,  
Till the great promised King appear.  
Covered with shame, his Foes shall see  
All their Devices overthrown:  
But I decree his glorious Head  
Shall wear a never-fading Crown.    

PSALM CXXXIII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
O Blessed Societies on Earth,  
Resembling that of Heaven above;  
Where Brethren peacefully unite,  
In sweet accord and hearty Love.  
It's like the precious Ointment poured  
On A aron's consecrated Head;  
Which first ran down his Face, and thence  
Unto his costly Vesture spread.  
Like Dews that visit every Hill;  
Or as the fruitful Showers of Rain;  
Tho' first on higher Grounds they fall,  
Descend, and water all the Plain.  
None can express the Joys that meet,  
Where Love and Amity abound:  
Their Souls are filled with inward Peace,  
Their prosperous State with blessing crowned.   

PSALM CXXXIII.  
[Another Metre.]  
O Happy Companies on Earth  
Resembling Heaven above;  
Where Brethren peacefully unite  
In sweet Accord and Love.  
It's like the precious Ointment poured  
Upon the High-priest's Head;  
Which first ran down his Beard, and thence  
T'his costly Garments spread.  
Like Dews that visit every Hill,  
Or fruitful Showers of Rain;  
Tho' first on higher Grounds they fall,  
Thence water all the Plain.  
None can express the Joys that meet,  
Where mutual Love is found;  
Their Souls are filled with inward Peace,  
Their State with blessing crowned.   

PSALM CXXXIV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
YE Servants of th' Eternal Lord,  
Who early at his Temple wait,  
And there your late attendance give;  
See that his Name ye celebrate.  
And, as that Holy place requires,  
Pure hands in your Devotions raise;  
To all your other Off'rings join  
The grateful Sacrifice of Praise.  
God, the great Maker of the World,  
As great in Goodness as in Power,  
Give gracious Answered to thy Prayers,  
And bless his People every Hour.   

PSALM CXXXIV.  
[Another Metre.]  
YE Servants of the Lord above,  
Who at his Temple wait;  
See that before the rising Sun  
His Name ye celebrate.  
And in that Holy place, pure hands  
In your Devotions raise;  
To all your other Off'rings join  
The Sacrifice of Praise.  
The Lord that made the World, as great  
In Goodness as in Power;  
Give ear to thy requests, and bless  
His People every Hour.   

PSALM CXXXV.  

YE Servants of th' Almighty Lord,  
That Heaven and Earth did frame:  
Who at his House and Altar wait,  
Praise ye his Glorious Name.  
O let the Goodness of the Lord,  
Your best Affections raise;  
Your inward Pleasure will increase  
Together with your Praise.  
Ye Isra'elites have greatest cause  
To praise him and rejoice;  
You that are dearer unto God;  
His Treasure and his Choice.  
In him do all Perfections meet,  
His greatness knows no bound;  
What e'er by other Gods is claimed,  
In him alone is found.  
His Power created all at first,  
His Pleasure rules them still;  
His uncontrolled mind the Heaven,  
The Earth and Seas fulfil.  
By undiscerned Force he makes  
The Vapours to arise,  
Which frame the Clouds, where Fire unquenched  
Mingled with Water lies.  
From thence the dreadful lightnings burst,  
And rains are poured down;  
He brings his boisterous winds and storms  
From Treasuries unknown,  
He the firstborn of man and beast  
At once in Egypt slew;  
Whose King and Court by fearful plagues  
His wondrous Power knew.   

Part II.  
He smote great Nations, and slew Kings  
That Potent Sceptres swayed;  
Sihon and Og' 'mong these for War  
The greatest Figure made.  
All Can'an's Kingdoms too, at last  
With all their Kings, he smote:  
Whose rich and pleasant Land became  
Our Heritage and Lot.  
Supported by such glorions Works,  
Thy Fame can never die;  
But thy Memorial shall endure  
To all Eternity.  
Tho' God's offending People may  
Under oppression mourn:  
He'll take their part, and all his wrath  
Shall into kindness turn.  
The Heathen Idols Silver are,  
Or Gold at best, and thence  
Derive their worth, but are no Gods,  
Since void of Life or Sense.  
For tho' the Maker forns an Eye,  
A Mouth or other part:  
He cannot give them Sight or Breath,  
Motion or Life by Art.  
Fond men! with hands to make a God,  
To which our Knees should bow;  
You trust what cannot help itself,  
Statues have Sense like you.  
O House of Isr'ael, bless the Lord,  
Ye Priests his praise proclaim:  
Bless him ye Levites, and let all  
That fear him do the same.  
21 From Zion may his Songs of praise  
Sound forth with sweet accord;  
He in this Holy City dwells,  
O praise this Highest Lord.    

PSALM CXXXV.  
[Another Metre.]  
[As the 148 Psalm.]  

YE Servants of the Lord,  
That Heaven and Earth did frame;  
Who at his Altar wait,  
Praise ye his Glorious Name.  
His Goodness does  
To this invite;  
His praise will give  
The best delight.  
Ye Isr'aelites are bound  
Greatly your God to bless;  
Who unto Jacob did  
Such special Love express:  
Whose Children still  
To God are dear;  
His Treasure and  
Peculiar care.  
In him all Glories meet,  
His Greatness knows no bound;  
What other Gods do claim,  
In him alone is found.  
Who as at first  
He all things made;  
Still rules o'er all,  
By all obeyed.  
All things in Heaven above  
Are subject to his Will;  
The Earth and Seas below  
His pleasure do fulfil.  
At his Command  
From the World's End,  
Vapours to frame  
The Clouds ascend.  
The dreadful Flashes thence  
Of pointed Lightnings fly;  
Those Fires remain unquenched,  
Tho' mixed with Rains they lie.  
He brings forth Winds  
That loudly blow,  
From Treasuries  
Which none can know.   

Part II.  
He the Firstborn of Man  
And Beast in Egypt slew:  
Whose King and Court by plagues  
His wondrous Power knew.  
Great Nations then  
And Kings he smote;  
Sihon and Og  
Of greatest note.  
The Fate of Can'an's Kings  
And Kingdoms was the same,  
All conquered; and their Land  
Our Heritage became.  
Thy Name and thy  
Memorial,  
For ever, Lord,  
Continue shall.  
Tho' God's own People may  
Suffer, when they offend;  
At last their Sorrows will  
In their Salvation end:  
He'll take the part  
Of those that mourn;  
And all his wrath  
To kindness turn.  
The Heathen Idols are  
Of vile Materials made:  
Tho' by Man's Art with Gold  
Or Silver overlaid.  
He forms a Mouth,  
An Eye or Ear  
Which cannot speak,  
Nor see, nor hear.  
Fond men! to what their hands  
Have made, their Knees to bend;  
Much more to trust in what  
Cannot itself defend:  
Brutes that have Life  
Are better for;  
You without Sense  
Like Statues are.  
O Isr'ael bless the Lord;  
Ye Priests his praise proclaim;  
Let Levi's House, and all  
That fear him do the same.  
From Zion sing  
With one accord;  
There God resides,  
Praise ye the Lord.    

PSALM CXXXVI.  
[As the 148 Psalm.]  
GIve thanks unto the Lord,  
Who is so kind and good;  
Whose Mercies firmly last,  
As they have ever stood.  
To this great King  
All Gods do bow,  
Angels above  
And Powers below.  
His works our wonder raise;  
The heavens his wisdom made;  
And he th' outstretched Earth  
Above the Waters laid?  
He made the Sun  
The Day's great Light▪  
The Moon and Stars  
To rule the Night.  
Egypt' s Firstborn he smote  
And by his powerful Hand  
He broke off Isr'ael's Yoke,  
And brought them from that Land.  
His Mercies shown  
To Ages past,  
Eternally  
Shall spring and last.  
The parted Sea made way  
For Israel to pass;  
There the pursuing Host  
Of Phar'oh drowned was.  
His People through  
The Desert led  
By Miracles  
Were daily fed.  
Kings that opposed their way;  
Sihon and Og he smote;  
And made their fruitful Land  
Fall to his People's Lot.  
His Mercies shown  
To Ages past,  
Eternally  
Shall spring and last.  
He saved us when our State  
Was low and sore oppressed;  
Food to all flesh he gives,  
The God of Heaven be blest,  
Whose Mercies shown  
To Ages past,  
Eternally  
Shall spring and last.   

PSALM CXXXVI.  
[Another Metre.] 
 [As the 113 Psalm.]  

Tender, and oft your thanks repeat  
To God who is as Good as Great:  
To every Age his Meroy's sure.  
To him your cheerful Praises sing,  
Whom Angels worship as their King:  
Whese Mercy always does endure.  
To him, whom highest Princes own,  
By low prostrations at his Throne:  
To every Age his Mereys sure.  
To him, whose wondrous Works declare  
His Power to be beyond compare:  
Whose Mercy always does endure.  
His Wisdom, when the heavens you view,  
Their Brightness and their Order show:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
To him, who laid the Seas below  
The Earth, which they can ne'er overflow:  
Whose Mercy always does endure.  
To him, who out of Night's dull shade,  
To cheer the World, great Lights has made:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
The Sun, that gives us quick'ning heat,  
And Light, out Labours to complete:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
The Moon and Stars, when down we lie  
For our Repose, its place supply:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
To him, who by a Vengeance due,  
All the Firstborn in Egypt slew:  
Whofe Mercy always does endure.  
Then Isr'el, whom they long detained  
In cruel Bondage, freedom gained:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
All this by a strong hand was done,  
A Power none could resist or shun:  
His Mercy always does endure.   

Part II.  
When after this, fear seized their hearts,  
The Red-sea severed into parts:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure,  
And like a Wall on either hand,  
Till they pass through, the Waters stand:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
Here hardened Phar'oh and his Host  
That followed them, were sunk and lost:  
To every Ate his Mercy's sure.  
His People, through the Desert led,  
By Miracles were daily fed:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
He smote great Kings, that did withstand  
Their passage to the promised Land:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
Tho' famed for prowess, they could gain  
No Victories, but all were slain:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
Sihon, for War of greatest note,  
King of fierce Amorites, he smote:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
And Bashan's Tyrant Og overcame,  
For height, a Giant of great Name:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
To give their Land he did engage  
For a perpetual Heritage:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
This Heritage fell to our Lot  
Who had not then our God forgot:  
Whose Mercy always does endure.  
Who pitied our sed State, when Sin,  
Might have thrown out, whom he brought in:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
And when subdued, oft heard our Cries,  
And saved us from our Enemies:  
His Mercy always does endure.  
He satisfies all flesh with food;  
All Creatures wants supplies with good:  
To every Age his Mercy's sure.  
Then with the highest Notes of Praise:  
Our thanks to heavens great God let's raise:  
Whose Mercy always does endure.  
To thee O Father, to the Son,  
And Holy Ghost, blest Three in one,  
Whom we as God alone adore;  
Glory that was of old be given,  
By all on Earth, and all in Heaven,  
Now, and till Time shall be no more.    

PSALM CXXXVII.  
[At the 100 Psalms.]  
AS by Euphrates Streams we sat,  
Reflecting on our Miseries,  
And Zion called to mind; that thought  
A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes.  
Silence became our Sorrows best,  
And so our Harps remained unstrung;  
And since our Joys were at an End,  
Neglected on the Willows hung.  
Then those who laid our City's waste,  
Whose enslaved Captives now we were,  
To entertain their Mirth, required  
One of our Temple-songs to hear.  
How can we in this Exile State,  
(Our Hearts, as our Condition, sad)  
Anthems of Praises to our God  
Sing, only for to make you glad?  
No; rather than profane thy Songs,  
Or I my Harp employ so ill,  
Whilst Zion mourns; may my right hand  
Be quite benumbed, or lose its skill.  
Whom we as God alone adore;  
Glory that was of old be given  
By all on Earth, and all in Heaven,  
Now, and till Time shall be no more.   

PSALM CXXXVII.  
[At the 100 Psalms.]  
AS by Euphrates Streams we sat,  
Reflecting on our Miseries,  
And Zion called to mind; that thought  
A Flood of Tears drew from our Eyes,  
Silence became our Sorrows best,  
And so our Harps remained unstrung;  
And since our Joys were at an End,  
Neglected on the Willows hung.  
Then those who laid our City's waste,  
Whose enslaved Captives now we were,  
To entertain their Mirth, required  
One of our Temple-songs to hear.  
How can we in this Exile State,  
(Our Hearts, as our Condition, sad)  
Anthems of Praises to our God  
Sing, only for to make you glad?  
Nor rather than profane thy Songs,  
Or I my Harp employ so ill,  
Whilst sion mourns; may my right hand  
Be quite benumbed, or lose its skill.  
May I be dumb and find no voice,  
(Unless thy ruins to deplore)  
And find no Joy; It's all prosane,  
Till God Jerusalom restore.  
Forget not then th'accursed Race  
Of Edom, Lord, who without pity,  
Rejoyeing o'er its ruins, cried,  
" Raze the Foundations of the City.  
Nor boast too much proud Babylon,  
whose turn to be destroyed does hastes;  
O may he prosper, who repays  
What's done to us, and lays thee waste.  
Blessed Hand! that from their Mother's breasts  
Spares not to snatch thy little ones;  
And harm from savage Race prevents,  
By dashing them against the Stones.   

PSALM CXXXVIII.  
TO magnify the Lord, my Soul  
Thy best affections raise;  
Angels shall hear my Songs, and be  
The Partners of my praise.  
Within thy Church thy constant Truth  
And Goodness I'll proclaim:  
These raise my Wonder, and advance  
The Glories of thy Name.  
In my distress to thee I cried;  
And thou my Prayer didst hear:  
Thou didst support me with thy strength,  
And with thy Comforts cheer.  
King's shall thy promised goodness know,  
And take occasion thence,  
To ptaise thy Mercy, and admire  
Thy ways of Providence.  
God from his high and glorious Throne  
The lowly views and owns;  
But scorns the proud, and on their height  
With Indignation frowns.  
Thy former Kindnesses prevent  
My fears, when in distress;  
Thy hand shall save me from my Foes,  
Thy Power their wrath repress.  
Thy never-sailing Goodness will  
Complete what is begun;  
O never suffer thine own Work,  
Nor me to be undone.   

PSALM CXXXIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LORD, when I have to do with thee,  
In vain l seek to be concealed.  
Thou knowst me perfectly, to thee  
My very thoughts are all revealed.  
Both when I sit and when I rise,  
My walking and my lying down;  
To thee my works and all my words,  
Better than to myself are known.  
On every side within the reach  
Of thine encircling Arm I lie:  
Whose force I neither can resist,  
Nor scape the notice of thine Eye.  
Whither can I retire, and find  
A Place where God does never come?  
His Glories I should meet in Heaven,  
His Power, had I in Hell a Room.  
Can I remove to th'utmost Sea,  
Winged with the swiftest morning ray;  
Thy hand, that thither must support  
My flight, would my abode betray;  
If o'er my Sins I think to draw,  
The blackest Curtains of the Night;  
All will be clear to thee; for what  
We Darkness call, to thee is Light.  
My inmost Reins by thee possessed,  
With all th' affections seated there;  
To thee that mad'st those hidden Springs  
Within the Womb, must needs appear.  
In all thy Works, O Lord, I see  
The Footsteps of thy wondrous skill;  
And, to excite my Praise, I find  
Within myself more Wonders still.   

Part II.  
Unseen by all, when formed within  
The dark Recesses of the Womb;  
 
 
 
 
Before the fine Embroidery  
Of Parts was to perfection come:  
In that rude Mass, thou didst discern  
The daily growth of every part;  
And what th' Eternal mind had framed,  
Was copied out, with curious Art,  
Lord, I admire the various thoughts,  
And the wise Counsels of thy mind;  
Their Sum is infinite; yet all  
Are dear to me, because they're kind,  
Their Number's greater than the Sand;  
Which whilst my busy thoughts run over,  
I sleep: and find when I awake,  
I'm only where I was before.  
I'm sure that their Destruction's near,  
Who wickedly 'ganst me combine;  
Hence then, ye bloody-minded Men,  
Nor your own ruin seek in mine.  
Thy Foes they are, who use thy Name  
Intended mischiefs to disguise;  
And boldly call God in, to vouch  
For all their Calumnies and Lies,  
Do not I, Lord, detest and hate  
Such as oppose thy Laws and thee?  
I loathe their perfectly, and count  
Myself their utter Enemy.  
Lord, since my thoughts accuse me not  
Of living in a false Disguise;  
I'm less afraid to undergo  
The Trial of thy piercing Eyes.  
Search me, and where thou see'st that I  
Unwillingly have done amiss,  
Correct my Errors, and reduce  
My wander to the way of Bliss.    

PSALM CXXXIX.  
[Another Metre.]  

WHen, Lord, I deal with thee, in vain  
I seek to be concealed;  
Thou knowst me perfectly, my thoughts  
To thee are all revealed.  
Both when I sit and when I rise,  
Walking and lying down;  
My works and words, better to thee  
Than to myself are known.  
Ever within the reach of thine  
Encircling Arm I lie;  
Whose force I neither can resist,  
Nor scape thy piercing Eye.  
In vain, where God does never come,  
I seek to find a Seat;  
For placed in Hell, thy Power; in Heaven,  
Thy Glories I should meet.  
Can I remove to th' utmost Sea,  
Winged with the Morning's ray;  
Thy hand that must support my flight,  
Would my abode betray.  
If o'er my Sins I think to draw  
The Curtains of the Night;  
All's clear to thee, for what we call  
Darkness, to thee is Light.  
My Reins by thee possessed, with all  
Th' affections seated there,  
To thee that mad'est within the Womb  
Those hidden Springs, appear.  
In all thy Works, O Lord, I see  
Footsteps of wondrous skill;  
And in myself, t'excite my Praise,  
I find more Wonders still.   

Part II.  
When formed unseen, within the Dark  
Recesses of the Womb;  
Before th' Embroidery of parts  
Was to perfection come:  
In that rude Mass, thou didst discern  
The growth of every part;  
And what th' Eternal mind had framed,  
Was drawn with curious Art.  
Lord, I admire the various thoughts  
And Counsels of thy mind;  
Their Sum is infinite, yet dear  
To me, because they're kind.  
Their Number's greater than the Sand,  
Which whilst my thoughts run over,  
I sleep; and find when I awake,  
I'm where I was before.  
God will destroy those wicked men,  
Who 'gainst my Life combine;  
Hence than ye men of blood; nor your  
Own ruin seek in mine.  
Thy Foes they are; who under shows  
Of Piety disguise  
Intended mischiefs; and would make  
God vouch for all their Lies,  
Do not I hate such as oppose  
Thy holy Laws and thee?  
I loathe them perfectly, and count  
Myself their Enemy.  
Lord, since my thoughts accuse me not,  
T' have lived in false disguise;  
I'm lest afraid to undergo,  
The Trial of thine Eyes.  
Search me, and where unwillingly  
Thou see'st 've done amiss;  
Coorrect, and lead my wandering steps  
Into the way of Bliss.    

PSALM CXL  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

LORD, save me from the Man who bears  
A wicked and a cruel mind:  
Such are my Foes, whose hearts are set  
On mischief, and for War combined.  
A deadly wound unto my Name  
They give, whom falsely they accuse:  
No Serpent's Tongue or Adders Teeth  
Poison more surely does infuse.  
Once more I therefore pray thee, Lord,  
To save me from the wickeds power:  
And from their violent Attempts,  
Who seek t' undo me every hour.  
The Hunters and ' the Fowlers skill  
In laying Toils and secret Shares,  
Does not exceed ' their Wiles, who think  
They're sure to seize me unawares.  
Thus destitute of Power or Aids  
I can implore from any Friend;  
By humble Prayer myself to thee,  
My sole Protector, I commend.  
On thee for strength I must rely,  
Thee only for my Saviour own;  
By thee I fought securely, when  
Armour and Helmet I had none,   

Part TWO  
Grant not, O Lord, what wicked men  
Would have, nor with a good event  
Favour their mischievous designs,  
Lest they grow proud and insolent.  
May all the poisonous Calumnies,  
By those that now beset me, thrown;  
With their laborious Lies, contrived  
To work my ruin, prove their own.  
Of stand'rous Tongues, which burn like Coals  
Of Fire, may they though Torment have;  
And all their Mischiefs, like deep Pits  
Digged for my fall, be their own grave.  
Falshood and, base Detraction  
Will bring th' advanced Sinner low;  
And Acts of unjust Violence  
Pursue him to his overthrow.  
Whom men oppress, I know that God  
Will pity, and their Cause maintain:  
And right the wronged poor, who here  
Expect to be redressed in vain.  
he Righteous sure will not forget  
Due praises to his Name to give:  
For th'upright by God's Care upheld,  
Shall in his Favour ever live.    

PSALM CXLI  

TO my importunate requests  
Lord, lend a gracious Ear;  
And as my Danger calls aloud,  
To secure me appear.  
O let my Prayers like sweet perfumes  
Up to thy Presence rise;  
And find acceptance, equal to  
An Evening Sacrifice,  
Lord, make me carefully to watch  
The Motions of my Tongue;  
That no intemperate Speech may show  
Inpatient sense of wrong.  
Let not my heart incline, much less  
Engage in Works of Sin;  
Nor let the wicked's Delicates  
Me to their practice win.  
Better to meet severe rebukes  
From those that, Goodness love:  
Their wise reproofs, tho' smarting, will  
A real kindness prove.  
No precious Ointments, to the Head  
So sweet and grateful are;  
But to avoid mischievous ways,  
I'll make my daily Prayer.   

Part II.  
How free from Malice is my Soul,  
Saul's Captains witness bear;  
Who at the stony Rocks descent,  
Did my mild Language hear.  
To us the favour of a Grave  
Their rage will not allow;  
Scattered and broke we lie, like ground  
Divided by the Plough.  
But Lord, mine Eyes on thee are fixed,  
My Trust is in thee still:  
Do not abandon me to those  
That seek my Blood to spill.  
Tho subtle Plots to ruin me  
Like snares the wicked lay;  
Save me from those that would my Life  
To cruel hands betray.  
May all their Gins for others laid  
Themselves alone ensnare:  
Whilst I escape the Nets they spread,  
By God's preserving Care.    

PSALM CXLII  
WITH servant Cries I did implore  
God's succour and relief:  
In long and sad Complaints to him  
Unbosomed all my grief;  
From all the straits I'm in, God knows  
A way for me t' escape:  
In every Path of mine, is laid  
A secret Snare and Trap.  
I look on every side, and find  
All hopes of safety gone:  
Whilst all are careless of my Life,  
Or fearful of their own.  
My Cries to thee, O Lord, shall tell  
What trust I have in thee:  
Thou my sure refuge whilst I live,  
My Portion thou shalt be.  
Regard my low Estate, and from  
My Persecutors save;  
Whose hope in God is less than mine,  
But much more Power they have.  
From this sad Prison set me free,  
That I may praise thy Name;  
Then all good Men shall join with me  
God's kindness to proclaim.   

PSALM CXLIII.  

REgard the fervent Prayers I make,  
The Hopes I have in thee;  
And, Lord, according to thy Truth  
And Goodness answer me.  
Let not my failing be before  
Thy strict Tribunal tried;  
For, Lord, if thou shouldst be severe,  
None could be justified.  
See how my Life's pursued, for me  
No safety can be found,  
Forced to lie in Caves, like one  
That's buried under ground.  
Grief has so overwhelmed my Soul,  
That stupid I am grown;  
With horror and amazement seized,  
My strength is overthrown.  
This only serves, to raise me up  
As I am sinking lower;  
To call to mind thy former works,  
And lean upon power.  
I'll ne'er cease ask till my soul  
Shall thy refreshments gain;  
Thy mercy which I gasp for more,  
Than thirsty ground for Rain.   

Part II.  
My spirits sink while thou delay'st  
th' assistance I would have;  
If God still frown on my requests,  
IT will sink me to the Grave.  
The Night is witness of my Tears,  
O let the joyful Morning tell  
Thy Kindness towards me.  
Lord, be my Guide that I may find  
Be thou my refuge from their power,  
Who seek my overthrow.  
Teach me, my God, to do thy will;  
And let thy Spirit of Love,  
Conduct me in the paths that lead  
To Happiness above.  
Revive my fainting Soul, thy Name  
And Honour to advance;  
Thy Faithfulness will brightly shine  
In my deliverance.  
That my vexation from my Foes  
May have a gracious End;  
Destroy the Authors of my woes,  
For I on thee depend.    

PSALM CXLIV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

Blessed be the Lord, die God of Might,  
Who gives me strength and skill to fight.  
He is my Goodness, Tower and Fort,  
Delive'rer, shield and safe resort.  
My trust's in him; 'twas he compelled  
Those to be subject who rebelled.  
I am amazed the great God can  
Honour so much a poor weak Man.  
Vain Man! whose Glories quickly fade,  
Whose Life does vanish like a shade.  
Our Foes will soon their weakness own,  
When th' heavens make way, and God comes down.  
Their ruine's sure, that God provoke,  
Whose touch makes proudest Mountains  
His pointed Lightnings will create smoke.  
Such fears, their force will dissipate.  
Lord, rid me by thy Heavenly aid,  
From foreign Powers that me invade;  
Like swelling Waves their Numbers stand,  
threatening to overflow the Land.  
Whose Words and Oaths will bear no Weight,  
But break all Faith their Right-hands plight.  
I'm saved; and on my Psaltery  
Will sing new Songs of Praise to thee.   

Part II.  
In God alone the Victories  
Of Kings, and all their safety lies:  
I'm ever bound to praise the Lord,  
Who saved me from the hurtful Sword.  
Still save and rid me by thine aid,  
From foreign Powers that me invade:  
Whose Words and Oaths are vain and light,  
Who break all Faith their Right-hands plight.  
May all things flourish with our peace;  
Our Sons like Plants in their increase:  
Our Daughters fair and proper grow,  
As polished pillars beaut'eous show.  
Our Garners full produce all store,  
Our num'erous Flocks increase to more.  
Our Oxen strong for Labour be  
Our Land from all invasions free.  
No Cries of mournful Exiles meet,  
Nor no Complaints in any Street.  
Blessed People! whom such Favours crown,  
Thrice blest! whom God for His do sown.    

PSALM CXLV.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

I Will extol thy sacred Name,  
Thou King of Saints and God of Love:  
I'll bless thee daily now; 'twill be  
My work eternally above.  
Our Praises should be high like thee,  
Whose Greatness all our thoughts exceeds.  
And what one Age does not confine,  
The next shall tell thy mighty Deeds.  
I'll show the Glories of thy State,  
And thy amazing Works proclaim:  
All men that hear my Songs of Praise,  
Shall gladly join to do the same.  
And like the unexhausted Springs  
Of mercy, so their Joys shall flow;  
Their Tongues thy Faithfulness shall sing  
And thine abundant Goodness show.  
Thou, Lord, art full of Grace and Love;  
To Anger flow, but glad to spare;  
To all thy Creatures thou art kind,  
O'er all thy tender Mercies are.  
Thou, Lord, from all these Works of thin●  
Some thankful Tribute dost receive;  
But where their Powers fail, thy Praise  
Among thy Saints shall ever live.  
These happy Subjects to declare  
Thy Kingdom's Glory never cease;  
That men the Triumphs of thy Grace  
May know, and all thy power confess.   

Part II.  
Thy Kingdom, Lord, shall ever stand,  
Tho' often undermined in vain:  
Oppressed Goodness is sustained  
By thee; when falling, raised again.  
All Creatures do expect from thee  
Supplies of seasonable Food:  
Thy openhanded Bounty fills  
Their long with desired Good.  
God's Goodness and Fidelity  
In all his ways and works appear:  
He gives kind Answers to their Prayers  
That call on him and are sincere.  
There's none that fear him need complain,  
That they in vain have fought his aid:  
He hears their Cries when in distress,  
And saves them when they are afraid.  
God's preservation shall reward  
The good Man's duty and his love;  
But the bold Crimes of wicked Men,  
Shall at the length their ruin prove.  
Mean while thy Tongue shall be employed  
Thy cheerful Praises to proclaim;  
Let all the World adore thy Power,  
And ever bless thy Holy Name.    

PSALM CXLV.  
[Another Metre.]  

THY Sacred Name I will advance,  
My King, and God of Love:  
I'll bless thee now, 'twill be my work  
Eternally above.  
Our Praises should be high like thee,  
whose Greatness all exceeds;  
One Age t' another shall declare,  
And praise thy mighty Deeds.  
I'll show the Glories of thy State,  
Thy wondrous Works proclaim;  
All men that hear my Songs of Praise,  
Shall join to do the same.  
And as thy Mercy ever springs,  
So shall their comforts flow:  
Their tongues thy Faithfulness shall sing  
And thy great Goodness show.  
Thou, Lord, art slow to wrath, but full  
Of Love, and glad to spare;  
To all thy Creatures kind, o'er all  
Thy tender Mercies are.  
Some thankful Tribute, Lord, from all  
Thy works thou dost receive;  
But where they fail, thy Praise among  
The Saints shall ever live.  
Thy Kingdom's Glory to declare  
These Subjects never cease;  
That Men thy wondrous Grace may know  
And all thy Power confess.   

Part II.  
Thy Kingdom, Lord, shall ever stand,  
Tho' undermined in vain;  
Goodness is stayed by thee, when weak  
When falling, raised again.  
All Creatures do expect from thee  
Supplies of daily Food;  
Thy openhanded Bounty fills  
All their desires with good.  
God's Goodness and Fidelity,  
In all his ways appear;  
He gives kind Answers unto such  
As pray, and are sincere.  
There's none that fear him need complain  
've sought in vain his Aid;  
He hears their Cries when in distress,  
And saves them when afraid.  
God's care and Preservation  
Rewards the good Man's love;  
But the bold Crimes of wicked Men;  
At length their ruin prove.  
Mean while my Tongue shall be employed  
Thy Praises to proclaim;  
Let all the World adore thy Power,  
And ever bless thy Name.    

PSALM CXLVI.  
MY Soul to praise the highest Lord  
Thy best affections raise:  
For whilst I live my God shall be  
The Subject of my Praise.  
Vain are our hopes from mighty Kings;  
Whose Glories at their Death  
Sink to the Grave; and all their thoughts  
Do vanish with their Breath.  
Happy is he, who in that God  
That made the World does trust;  
Which World may sooner fail, than he  
Cease to be good and just.  
He rights the injured, and defends  
The good Man's cause oppressed;  
He feeds the hungry, and by him  
The Prisoners are released.  
He cures the Blind, and sorrow from  
Dejected Souls removes;  
And by his special Care protects,  
The righteous whom he loves.  
Strangers and Widows he preserves,  
He does the Orphans own;  
As for the wicked's prosperous State,  
He turns it upside down.  
This mighty King shall ever reign,  
As he does ever live;  
Let all the World he rules, to him  
Eternal Praises give.   

PSALM CXLVII.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  

O Blessed Employment of out Lives  
To praise the God whom we adore;  
How grateful to ourselves and him!  
Nothing becomes a good Man more.  
The Lord of Old the broken State  
Of Captive Isr'ael did repair;  
The sorrowful and broken hearts  
He binds and heals with tender care.  
He numbers all the Stars, and knows  
What virtue comes to us from thence;  
For 'tis from him they borrow all  
Their lustre and their influence.  
Unsearchable his Wisdom is,  
His Power so great it knows no bound;  
He raises up the meek, and throws  
The stubborn Sinners to the ground.  
To God your cheerful Praises sing,  
Whose Bounty all things does maintain:  
Who covers Heaven with watery Clouds,  
And for the Earth prepares the Rain.  
He makes the tender Grass to grow  
On Mountains, which are parched and dry.  
Wild Beasts are fed without our Care,  
And the young Ravens when they cry.  
He in the Nimbleness and Strength  
Of Horse or Man takes no delight:  
It's only Fear and steadfast Faith  
In God, his Favour does invite.   

Part II.  
O blessed Jerusalem! sing praise  
Unto thy God, and ye that dwell  
On Sion's Mount, in joyful Hymns  
To all his Truth and Goodness tell.  
It's he thy City made so strong,  
Th' Assaults of Foes it now defies;  
His Blessing thine Inhabitants  
To a vast Number multiplies.  
Thy Borders, from Incursions free,  
Are settled all in quiet peace;  
And thy fair Fields the choicest Wheat  
Yields to an envied increase.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
All Creatures hast t' obey his word;  
Like softest Wool he sends the Snows:  
His Crystal Icelike Morsels casts,  
And the Hoar-frosts like Ashes strews.  
None can endure his piercing cold;  
But at his word warm Winds do blow;  
Then Rocks of Ice are soon dissolved,  
And the congealed Waters flow.  
All see these Works; to Israel  
He greater Favour's does afford;  
The clearer knowledge of his Will  
And Laws they have: Praise ye the Lord.    

PSALM CXLVII.  
[Another Metre.]  

HOW well are we employed, to praise  
The Lord whom we adore!  
How grateful to ourselves and him!  
Nothing becomes us more.  
The Lord of Old the broken State  
Of Isr'ael did repair:  
The sorrowful and broken hearts  
He heals with greatest Care.  
He numbers all the Stars, and knows  
What virtue comes from thence;  
For 'tis from him they borrow all  
Their light and influence.  
Unsearchable his Wisdom is,  
His Power admits no bound:  
He raises up the meek, and throws  
Proud Sinners to the ground.  
To God your cheerful Praises sing,  
That all things does maintain:  
Who covers Heaven with Clouds, and for  
The Earth prepares the Rain.  
He makes the tender Grass to grow  
On Mountains, parched and dry:  
Wild Beasts need not our care, he feeds  
Young Ravens when they cry.  
No Horses strength, or nimble Legs  
Of Man, are his delight:  
It's only Fear and trust in God  
His Favour does invite.   

Part II.  
O blessed Jerusalem! sing praise  
To God, and ye that dwell  
On Sion's Mount, in Hymns to all  
His Truth and Goodness tell.  
So strong thy City's made, th'Assaults  
Of Foes it now defies;  
And vastly thine Inhabitants  
His Blessing multiplies.  
Thy Borders, from Incursions free;  
Are settled all in peace;  
Thy Fields the choicest Wheat produce,  
T' an envied increase.  
All Creatures hast t' obey his Word:  
Like Wool he sends the Snows;  
His Crystal Ice like Morsels casts,  
Hoar-frosts like Ashes strews.  
None can abide his piercing Cold:  
He bids warm Winds to blow;  
Then Rocks of Ice dissolve, and soon  
Congealed Rivers flow.  
All see these Works; to Israel  
More Grace he did afford:  
The clearer knowledge of his Will  
And Laws. Praise ye the Lord.    

PSALM CXLVIII.  
TO laud the Heavenly King  
Let all their Voices raise:  
Ye Angels, first begin  
The Great Creator's Praise.  
Let Sun and Moon,  
And every Star,  
His Glory show  
That's brighter far.  
Ye Regions of the Air,  
And watery Clouds that move  
Within the liquid Sky,  
Praise ye the Lord above:  
Whose powerful Word  
Made you to be;  
And fixed your bounds  
By his Decree.  
All that the Earth does bear,  
Whales in the Depths concealed:  
Lightnings and Hail and Snow,  
Vapours to Ice congealed:  
The stormy Winds  
Raised at his Will,  
Which at his Word  
Are calmed and still.  
Praise him ye Mountains high,  
And Hills that lower are;  
Cedars with lofty Heads,  
And Trees that fruits do bear:  
Beasts that in Fields  
Or Pastures lie;  
Both creeping things,  
And Fowls that fly.  
Ye Kings that Sceptres sway,  
People of meaner Birth;  
Princes that rule the world,  
And Judges of the Earth.  
Let every Sex  
And every Age,  
To praise the Name  
Of God engage.  
His Glories alt that shines  
In Heay'n and Earth excel;  
He special Mercy showed  
TO his People Israel:  
A People dear  
And highly raised:  
His Holy Name  
Be ever praised.   

PSALM CXLIX.  
[As the 100 Psalm.]  
PRaise God; and let your Songs be new,  
As he fresh favours daily grants;  
Publish your Joys by Hymns of Praise,  
Among th'Assemblies of his Saints.  
Let Isr'ael whom he made, rejoice;  
Since his peculiar People made;  
Let Sion's Children, whom he rules  
As their great King, be much more glad.  
Dances are proper to express  
The inward Motions of their Joy;  
And to set off melodious Songs,  
Their Harps and Timbrels to employ.  
God's Kindness to his People will  
Engage his Care their good t' advance:  
He'll beautify the Meek, and make  
Them great by his Deliverance.  
And like the Glory of his Saints,  
Their Triumphs should be great and high;  
And God's loud Praises will become  
Their Beds, in which they quiet lie.  
These Psalms of Praises in their Mouths,  
Whilst their Hands wield a two edged Sword;  
Will courage and assurance give,  
To fight the Battles of the Lord.  
They'll conquer, and with just revenge  
The Heathen's insolence chastise;  
Their fettered Nobleses captive lead,  
Make chained Kings become their prize.  
Such Judgements long ago foretold,  
Shall God upon the Heathen bring:  
Such Honour all his Saints shall have,  
And praising Hallelujahs sing.   

PSALM CL.  
PRaise God within that sacred Place  
Where he his Grace bestows;  
Your wondering thoughts to Heaven raise  
Where he his Glory shows.  
Let all his mighty Acts of Power  
Your inward Passions move;  
That your acknowledgements may suit  
The Greatness of his Love.  
Music's soft Notes, and louder sounds  
Of Instruments employ,  
T' excite Devotion, and attend  
The Triumphs of your Joy.  
Since all to this Creator own  
That breath by which they live;  
Let every thing that breathes, to him  
Their cheerful Praises give.  
The End of the Psalms.   

HYMNS Taken out of the NEW TESTAMENT; Or, used in the Church-Service.  

HYMN I.  
Benedictus.  
[The Song of Zachary, Luke 1. 68]  

LET Isr'ael's powerful God and King  
Eternally be blest;  
Who came from Heaven to visit us,  
And all our Bonds released  
In David's House a Saviour raised  
To sit upon his Throne;  
This, ever since the World began  
His Prophets have foreshown.   

That he would save us from the Hand;  
Of all that did us hate:  
The Mercy to perform, for which  
Our Fathers long did wait.  
Remembering all his Truth engaged  
By ' a Holy Covenant;  
His solemn Oath to Abra'ham sworn;  
His Grace that he would grant;   

To serve him without fear, from all  
Our Adversaries freed;  
And to continue all our days  
A Holy Life to lead.  
And thou, blessed Child, to this high Lord  
Shalt have a Prophet's place;  
Like a preparing Harbinger  
Shalt go before his Face.   

By the Remission of Men's sins  
To make Salvation known.  
God's tender Mercy, when this Sun  
Arose, to all was shown.  
He will our sad and dismal State  
With Light and Comfort bless;  
And guide our Feet into the way  
Of Peace and Happiness.    

HYMN II.  
Magnificat.  
[As the 25 Psalm.] 
 [The Song of the Bl. Virgin, Luke 1. 46.]  

MY Soul doth magnify the Lord,  
Transports of Joy my Spirits raise;  
And God my Saviour shall be  
The Subject of my Song of Praise.   

For to his humble Handmaid's state  
He showed regard, when't was depressed:  
All Ages shall from henceforth judge  
Me happy, and shall call me Blest.   

He that is Great hath done to me  
Great things, and holy is his Name:  
His Mercy through all Ages is  
To them that fear him still the same.   

He with his Arm his strength hath showed,  
Confounded what the proud Men thought;  
Put down the mighty from their Seat,  
And raised them who were set at nought.   

He filled the hungry Souls with good;  
The full and rich for want complained;  
His Mercy he has called to mind,  
And Israel his help has gained.   

The Promise to our Fathers made  
So long before, in which God stood  
Engaged to Abra'ham and his Seed,  
Is all performed and made good.    

HYMN III.  
Nunc Dimittis.  
[The Song of Simeon, Luke 2. 29.]  

I Now can leave this World, and die  
In Peace and quiet Rest;  
Since that mine Eyes, O Lord, have been  
With thy Salvation blest.  
The Prophecies are all fulfilled,  
Thy Promises are true;  
And thy mysterious Love disclosed  
In all the People's view.   

All the dark Shadows fly away,  
Now this bright Sun appears;  
Whose saving Health the Gentile World  
With unknown Comfort cheers.  
Well may the long expected sight  
Make Isr'ael's Joys abound;  
Before with special Favours graced,  
But now with Glory crowned.    

HYMN IU.  
[Taken out of the Revelations.]  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  



Rev. 19. v. 5.  YE faithful Servants of the Lord,  
See that his Name ye celebrate;  
And ye that fear him sing aloud  
Praises to God both small and great.   


Ch. 4. v. 8.  Most Holy, Holy, Holy Lord  
Almighty's his adored Name;  
Who was before all time, and is,  
And ever shall be still the same.   


v. 11.  All Glory, Power and Honour, thou  
Alone art worthy to receive:  
For all things by thy Power were made,  
All by and for thy Pleasure live.   


Ch. 5. v. 12.  To thee, O spotless Lamb of God,  
Riches and Power of Right belong,  
Wisdom and Honour, conquering strength,  
Glory and every praising Song.   


v. 9.  Thou, for to expiate our Sins  
Wast slain, and by thy precious Blood,  
From every Nation Tribe and Tongue,  
Thou hast redeemed us to God.   


v. 10.  From thee, to be both Kings and Priests  
To God, the Privilege we gain;  
And shall hereafter be advanced,  
With thee, O Christ, on Earth to reign.   


v. 13.  Blessing and Honour, Glory, Power,  
Ever by all in Earth, and Heaven  
To him that sits upon the Throne,  
And to the Lamb of God be given.    

Part II.  


Ch. 15. v. 3.  O thou great Ruler of the World,  
Thy glorious Works our wonder raise;  
Thou ever-blessed King of Saints,  
How true and righteous are thy ways!   


v. 4.  Who would not fear, and glorify  
Thy Name, thou only Holy one?  
Th' whole World will come and worship thee,  
To whom thy Judgements are made known.   


Ch. 11. v. 15  Now o'er the Kingdoms of this World  
God and his Christ as King does reign;  
Whose Power, that for his Rule made way,  
His Conquests ever will maintain.   


v. 17  We give thee thanks, Almighty Lord,  
Which art, and waste, and art to come;  
Who hast exerted thy great Power,  
And for thy Victories made room.   


v. 18  Let th'angry Nations rage; thy wrath blood  
Is come; and it's thy time to rain  
Down Judgements, and t'avenge the  
Of Martyrs barbarously slain.   

And now thy suffe'ring Servants, Lord,  
Great Saints and Prophets thou'lt regard;  
And all that fear thy Name, tho' here  
Despised shall have a great reward.   

All thy just vengeance will applaud  
On them, who all their Power employed,  
To turn the Earth t' a Field of Blood;  
Their turn now comes to be destroyed.   


Ch. 12.  Salvation to the Saints is come;  

v. 10.  God's strength and mighty aids appear,  
T' advance his Kingdom among Men,  
Who all the Power of Christ revere.   

He that before the Lord accused  
The Brethren with false Calumnies,  
Is now cast headlong down, and none  
Give credit longer to his Lies.   


v. 11  He's conquered by the Blood of Christ,  
And by their witness to his word:  
start from here tomorrow  
These valued not their Lives, but died  
For Love unto their dearest Lord.   


v. 12  Ye heavenly Spirits above, rejoice;  
But woe to th' Earth below; whose hurt  
The Dev'il with utmost rage contrives,  
Knowing his time to do'ts but short.   


Ch. 19.u.1s  Salvation to our God belongs,  
Glory and Honour are his due;  
His Power supreme, and all proclaim  
His Judgements to be just and true.   


v. 2  He the great Whore has judged, which did  
Corrupt with Idols every Land;  
And has avenged the crying Blood  
Of his slain Servants at her hand.   


v. 6  Now let both Heaven and Earth aloud  
Their praising Hallelujahs sing;  
For the Lord God Almighty reigns,  
And shows himself a glorious King.   


v. 17  In Honour of the Lamb of God,  
Let's triumph on his Nuptial day;  
The time is come, and his chaste Bride  
Stands ready dressed in rich Array.     

HYMN V.  
Te Deum.  
[As the 25 Psalm.]  


O God we praise thee, and we own  
Thee to be Lord and King alone.  
All the whole Earth doth worship thee,  
Thou Father from Eternity.   

To thee all Angels loudly cry,  
The heavens and all the Powers on high;  
Cherubs and Seraphins proclaim,  
And cry thrice Holy to thy Name.   

Lord God of Hosts, thy presence bright  
Fills Heaven and Earth with beauteous light.  
The Apostles glorious Company,  
The Prophet's Fellowship, praise thee.   

The crowned Martyrs Noble Host,  
The Holy Church in every Coast,  
Thine infinite perfections own,  
Father of Majesty unknown.   

Giving all Adoration  
Unto thy true and only Son:  
And to the Holy Ghost, from whom  
As the sole Spring our Comforts come.   

O Christ, thou glorious King, we own  
Thee to be God's Eternal Son:  
Who our deliverance to obtain,  
Didst not the Virgin's Womb disdain.   

When Death's sharp sting destroyed by thee  
Gave thee a glorious Victory;  
heavens Gate; that Entrance had denied,  
To all Believers opened wide.    

Part TWO  

Thou, Lord, at God's Right hand art placed,  
And with thy Father's Glory graced;  
And we believe the Day will come,  
When thou as Judge shall pass our doom.   

Promote we pray thy Servants good,  
Redeemed with thy precious Blood;  
Among thy Saints make them ascend  
To Glory that shall never End.   

Thy People with Salvation crown;  
Bless those, O God, that are thine own:  
Govern and list them up on high.  
Thee, Lord, we dily magnify.   

Thy Name we worship and adore,  
Ever when time shall be more:  
Vouchsafe this Day to keep us pure;  
From Harms and wilful Sins secure.   

O let thy Mercy, Lord, descend  
On us, whose hopes on thee depend:  
Lord, since my Trust is fixed on thee,  
O let me ne'er confounded be.     

The Angel's Doxology, Luke 2. 14.  

[As the 25 Psalm.]  
GLory to God in Heaven above;  
Let th' Earth below with Peace be blest:  
From the Divine Benignity,  
Greatest  towards Men expressed.   

[To the common Tunes.]  
GLory to God in Heaven above,  
Let th' Earth with Peace be blest:  
From the Divine Benignity,  
 towards Men expressed.   

[As the 25 Psalm.]  
GLory to God in Heaven,  
Let th' Earth with Peace be blest:  
From the Divine Benignity,  
 towards Menexprest.    

Gloria Patri.  

[As the 25 Psalm.]  
TO thee, O Father, to the Son,  
And Holy Ghost whom we adore;  
Be Glory, as it was of Old,  
Is now, and shall be evermore.   

[To the common Tunes.]  
TO thee, O Father, to the Son;  
And Holy Ghost we give  
Glory that was of Old, is now,  
And shall this World survive.   

[As the 25 Psalm.]  
TO thee, O Father, Son,  
And Holy Ghost we give  
Glory that was of Old, is now,  
And shall this World outlive.    
FINIS.   

AN EXPLICATION OF Some WORDS Of less Common Use, For the Benefit of the Common People.  


Words less common, Their Signification.  ACquired 
OBtained  Audacious 
Bold, daring.  Benignity 
Kindness, bounty.  Celebrate 
Make renowned.  Climes 
Country's differing in length of days.  Congratulate 
Give one joy.  Defamation 
Discredit.  Detracting 
Lessening one's credit.  Diffusive 
Spreading wide.  Dissipate 
Disperse, scatter.  Enhance 
Raise the value.  Enterr 
Bury.  Evade 
Escape.  Exert 
Put forth.  Fluid 
Yielding.  Ignominy 
Disgrace.  Impetums 
Hasty, violent.  Infest 
Annoy, molest.  Invoke 
Call upon  Lower Sphere 
Meaner Estate.  Obnoxious 
Faulty, guilty  Orbs, Spheres 
Bodies of round form.  Recesses' 
Places out of view.  Revere 
To reverence.  Rude Mass 
Unshapen matter.  Splendid 
Bright, shining.  Stupendious 
Astonishing.  Suppliant 
Petitioner.  Theme 
Matter of Discourse.  Traduce 
To slander, defame.  Transfer 
To remove, carry.  Uncessant 
Never ceasing.  Undeclining 
Not changing.  Unexhausted 
Never drawn dry.     

A TABLE, To find any PSALM Knowing its Beginning.  
A. Psalm. All People round the Earth your Ears (2n Met.) 49 All the Earth's Praises to thy Name 8 As by Euphrates Streams we sat 137 B. Psalm. EEhold my troubles Lord 70 Behold, O Lord, my sinful Soul— (2d Met.) 51 Behold, O Lord, with savage Rage 79 Blessed be the Lord the God of Might 144 Blessed Fountain of my Joys, for thee- (2d Met.) 42 Blest is the Man that fears the Lord 112 Blest is the Man whose fear of God 128 Blest is the Man whose tender Sense 41 Blest is the Man whose virtuous Steps 1 Bless thou the Lord my Soul, his name 103 Bless thou the Lord my Soul, to this- (2d Met) 104 By cheerful Praises to his Name 106 C. Psalm. CErtain it is that God is kind 73 Come let us all unite our Joys 95 Come let us with united Joys- (2d Met.) 95 D. Psalm. DIvinely now inspired I'll sing 45 Do not, O Lord, in our disiress 83 E. Psalm. EArly, O Lord, my fainting Soul 63 F. Psalm. Falsely accused to thee I fly 17 Fools in their hearts have said, no God (2d Met.) 14 G. Psalm. GIve thanks unto the Lord 136 God is my Saviour and my Light 27 God is my Shepherd who will see 23 God reigns, let all the Earth rejoice— (2d Met.) 97 God that so gracious a regard (2d Met.) 116 God who my kind preserver is 34 Great Judge of all the World be thou (2d Met.) 43 Great Praises to the greatest Lord 48 Great shepherd of good Jacob's Race 80 H. Psalm. HAD not the Lord our Cause espoused 24 Hear me, O Lord, my sure Defence 28 Hear me, O Lord, the great Support 4 He's happy, whom no wicked men's- (2d Met.) r He that has God for his retreat 91 He who makes God his sure retreat (2d Met.) 91 How beauteous is the place where thou 84 How long shall I complain like one— (1st & 2d Met.) 13 How well are we employed topraise— (2d Met.) 147 I. Psalm. jall my Love on thee bestow 18 If thou Lord dost not rise and help 12 I'll list mine Eyes unto the Hills 121 In Just displeasure for our Sins 60 In my distress my Prayers and Cries 77 I trust in God why should I then 11 It's sure that God is kind to those- (2d Met.) 73 I was resolved t' observe my ways- (2d Met.) 39 I will extol thy sacred Name 145 L. Psalm. LET all give thanks to God above 107 Let all the Earth their Voices raise (1 & 2 Met.) 96 Let all the Earth with joy resound 66 Let all the Nations of the Earth 100 Let all the Nations of the World 117 Let all the People round the Earth. 49 Let none be envious when he sees 37 Let none be troubled to behold (2d Met.) 37 Let th' Earth rejoice since God does reign 97 Let the Great God arise and then 68 Lord bow thine Ear to my requests 86 Lord every Age and Race has seen- (1 & 2 Met.) 90 Lord hear me and from wicked Foes 64 Lord hear my Prayer and do not hid 55 Lord hear my words attend the moans 5 Lord hear the Prayers and mournful Cries 102 Lord hear the silent Moans and Sighs- (2d Met.) 5 Lord I can suffer thy Rebukes 6 Lord I can well endure, when thou— (2d Met.) 6 Lord if thou dost not come and help- (2d Met.) 12 Lord, I have no aspiring Thoughts 131 Lord let me know that happy Man 15 Lord look upon my sinful Soul 51 Lord may the King with mighty Skill 72 Lord not to us but to thy Name (2n Met.) 115 Lord save me from mine Enemies 59 Lord save me from the Man who bears 140 Lord since I trust in thee alone 57 Lord since my glorying is in thee 109 Lord thy Rebukes I can endure 38 Lord when I have to do with thee 139 M. Psalm. MAintin, O Lord, my injured Rights 35 May no defeated hopes disgrace 31 Mercy and Judgement Lord I'll sing 101 My God my God why thus withdrawn 22 My God since thou hast raised me up 30 My heart, O God, is now prepared 108 My People to my words give Ear 78 My Soul's hest Powers I will engag 11 My Soul bless thou the Lord, his Name (2d Met) 103 My Soul doth wait on God 62 My Soul for ever bless the Lord 104 My Soul on God relies 71 My Soul to praise the highest Lord 146 N. Psalm. NOne knows like Judah God so well 76 Not unto us Lord, not to us 115 O. Psalm. O. all ye People clap your hands 47 O blessed Employment of our Lives 147 O blest Societses'on Earth 133 G God my Saviour Night and Day 88 O God the Spring of all my Joys 42 O happy Companies on Earth- (2d Met.) 133 O happy Man that fears the Lord- (2d Met.) 112 O happy Man whom God forgives 32 O let us all give thanks to God 105 O Lord how joyful is the King 21 O my good God in thee I trust- (1 & 2 Met.) 7 O praise the Lord whom Ages past 118 O thou that in a glorious Throve 123 O what a pleasant Work it is 92 P. Psalm. Placed on the Holy Hills God's Seat 87 Plead thou my Cause, O thou that knowst 26 Plunged into Depths of Misery- (1 & 2 Met.) 130 Praise God and let your Songs be new 149 Praise God within that sacred Place 150 Praise him to whom all Power belongs 81 Praises in Zion wait for thee- (1 & 2 Met.) 65 Preserve me Lord in thy s distress 16 R. Psalm. REgard, O Lord, my Prayer and Cry 61 Regard the fervent Prayers I make 143 Rojoyce ye Righteous in the Lord- (2d Met.) 33 Remember all the troubles Lord 132 Render, and oft your thanks repeat— (2d Met.) 136 Renew your Songs to God, and tell 98 Rescue my Life in Mercy Lord 56 Resolved I was with care t' observe 39 S. Psalm. SAve me, O God, or else I'm drowned 69 Save me, O God, thy glorious Name 54 Show mercy to us Lerd 67 Since God so tender a Regard 116 Since thou hast raised me I'll extol— (2d Met.) 30 T. Psalm. TH' Almighty Lord is our Defence 46 The Earth's the Lord's, to him belong 24 The Fools believe no God 53 The Fools believe there is no God 14 The Glorious Empire of the Lord 29 The Heavns whose beauteous Frame we see 19 The Lord does reign and clothes himself- (2d Met.) 93 The Lord does reign and like a King 93 The Lord does reign and on his Throne 99 The Lord my woatchfull Shepherd is- (2d Met.) 23 The Lord to thy requests give ear 20 The mighty God and Lord of all 50 The Wonders Lord thou didst of old 44 They that in God their confidence 125 They that repose their trust in God— (2d Met.) 125 Thou great Avenger of all wrongs 135 Thou Righteous Judge of all the World 43 Thrice happy are those upright Men 119 Thus spoke the Lord unto his Son— (1 & 2 Met.) 110 Thy Mercy Lord has changed our doom 85 Thy sacred Name I will advance— (2d Met. 145 'Tis good with Patience to attend 40 To God I make my Prayer 25 To God whose care I've ever been 120 To laud the heavenly King 148 To magnisy the Lord my Soul 138 To my importunate requests 141 'Twas no small Joy many to hear 122 U. Psalm. VAin mighty Man to vaunt it so 52 Unless God prosper it, all cost 127 W. Psalm. WE'll never cease to thank our God 75 We that are Isr'alites may say 129 What Numbers Lord against me rise 3 Whtn God from bondage set us free 126 When God redeemed our captive State (2d Met.) 126 When I behold a Wicked Man 36 When Lord I deal with thee, in vain- (2d Met.) 139 When the Great God had Ifr'els' Seed 114 Why do the Heathen Nations rage 2 Why Lord dost thou so far withdraw 10 Will God for ever cast off those 74 With all my Soul I'll bless the Lord 9 With cheerful heart I'll ever sing 89 With fervent Cries I did implore 142