DAVEIDOS: OR A Specimen of some of David's Psalms IN English METRE.  
With Remarks upon the Late TRANSLATORS, By Mr. JOHN PHILLIPS  
LONDON; Printed for William Keblewhite, at the Swan in St. Paul's Churchyard, 1798.   

THE PREFACE  
IT was the Complaint of a Person no less eminent in the Church of England, then Dr. Don, Dean of St. Paul's, that the Psalms of King David, I mean as they were translated into English Metre in his time, and by that means being adapted to the Vulgar Tunes, were made a considerable Part of the Public Worship, should be admitted into the Church in such an undecent and unmannerly Dress. That Great Person, who himself expressing his own Thoughts and Notions with so much Rapture and Sublimity, must certainly be deemed a competent Judge, in his Poem upon the Translation of the Psalms by Sir Philip Sidney and his Sister the Countess of Pembroke, cannot forbear condoling the Misfortune of these Celestial Hymns, so rudely handled by other Pens. Says he,  
The Songs are these, which heavens High Holy Muse  
Whispered to David, David to the Jews:  
And David's Successors in Holy Zeal,  
In Forms of Joy and Art do re-reveal  
To us so sweetly, and sincerely too,  
That I must not rejoice as I would do,  
When I behold that these Psalms are become  
So well attired abroad, so ill at home;  
So well in Chambers, in thy Church so ill,  
As I can scarce call that reformed, untIl  
This be reformed—  
Since the Death of Dr. Donne, several Persons have attempted to redress this Grievance with more Zeal then good Success; for Zeal and Poetry are two different Inspirations that do not always accompany one another. Men may be good Men, eloquent Divines, most excellent Preachers, yet but very bad Poets. Sandys of later times, and Buchanan before him, both adventured to imp their Muse's Wings with Cherubims' Feathers, and suffer 'em to expatiate in the Tempe's of Fancy and Exuberancy; yet Cowley in his Preface to his Pindaric Odes, ranges both those Great Men among those that have not hit the Mark. For, says He, All the Translators of the Psalms of David, even Mr. Sands Himself (for in despite of Popular Error, I will be bold not to Except him) are so far from doing Honour, or at least Justice to that Divine Poet, that, methinks, they revile him worse than Shimei. And Buchanan himself, who much the best of them all, and indeed a great Person, comes, in my Opinion, no less short of David, than his Country does of Judea. And the Reason of this he gives to be, because that none of these People have sought to supply the lost Excellencies of another Language, with new ones in their own. To this I cannot forbear adding, That all the Translations which I have hitherto seen since his time, are equally as guilty of their Predecessors Faults, and are so far from supplying us with the Excellencies of our Language, that where they are forced, for their conveniency, to gloss upon the Sense of the Text, they rather deform the Granduer of the Sacred Authors' Style with flat and insipid Notions of their own, and Expressions no less improper, mean, and vulgar. They fetch in Rhimes by the Head and Shoulders like so many obstinate Delinquents, and bind 'em with the Chains of Impropriety ànd Incongruity to Words and Sentences altogether forced and foreign from the true Signification: and all this, to patch up a Clink i'the Close. And while they pretend to be Reformers of others, sin against the very Idiom of the Language which they pretend to be Masters of. Unrivalled, of which the Translators N. B. and N. T. seem to be proud off, is an Epithet by no means proper for God: And Incarnate, ten times worse for the Messiah. For Incarnate is a word more frequently taken in an ill than a good Sense. We say of Women that are continually Brawling and Scolding, that they are Devils Incarnate. And therefore Words that admit of a twofold and dubious Signification, are to be carefully avoided in a Sacred Translation. Their Cadences, which ought to fall with the greatest ease and softness imaginable, are harsh and violent, rather like the Shogs and Rubs of Carts and Coaches against the Posts i'the Street, then natural Closes. Of this number are The feathered Throng, spoken of Birds. His rains from Heaven parched Hills recruite; and Storms, the swift winged Steeds with which he flies. Really, not good Sense. And make the angry Sea comply— Let all the World, O Lord, combine, to praise, etc. Then shall the Teeming Ground a large Increase disclose— These Expressions will serve in a Ballad, but there is nothing of Flight, nothing of Curiosity in 'em. Of the same nature are, A thousand dewy Sweats distilled— Thy word unsealed the Springs— You who the Lord adore, your Vows before him lay— Thy rattling Thunders roared around— As Floods through ancient Forests roar, or Mountain Shrubs surprise— God for their Diet finds a way— When great they seem, like some large Cloak, let shame be round 'em rolled— But enough of these Blunders in General, little superior to Hopkins and Sternhold: for they do so Scaturire, that it would almost require a Transcription of the whole to repeat 'em all. In short, the Poetry, more especially N. B. and N. T'Tis is very ordinary, and insipid, not to be called Poetry; the Contexture nothing better than Linsey Woolsey, and the Stuffing mere Thrums.  
To come to particulars, I would fain know how N. B. and N. T. could pick out of these words, Beterem javinou Sirothekem Atad, in the 58th. Psalms, Ante spinae Vestrae crescant in Rhamnum, this piece of ill sounding and spropositous Sense, ere Thorns can make the Fleshpots Boyl; 'twas certainly before Dinner; For I cannot see the least ground in the words for such a Pie Corner Expression. In the 95th. Psalm the Text runs thus, Ki El Gadol Jehova, ou melek Gadol gnal Col Elohim. Quia Deus Magnus Jehova, & rex Magnus super omnes Deus. These words N. B. and N. T. thus Translate.  
For God the Lord, enthroned in State,  
Is with unrivalled Glory great,  
A King Superior far to all,  
Whom by his Title God we call.  
Here are no less than two Blunders to supply the conciseness of the Text; unrivalled Glory, hardly warrantable; whom by his Title God we call, of which there is nothing at all in the Text; only it was a hard Shift which might have been supplied with much better words. These occurred to the first Glances of my Eye, and I was unwilling to examine any farther for fear of meeting many more. I shall say nothing farther at present of their Translation, but that it is too full of He'ls and He's, deformities not to be endured in true and elegant Poetry.  
As for the Psalms that have lately appeared under the Name of Mr. Milbourn, they may be truly said to be his: For the whole is an exuberant Paraphrase, with little of David in it; insomuch that they may be rightly called David's Psalms in Disguise. For why should this Gentleman spend such an exuberancy of words upon only Ahsre ha Isch, in the first Psalm, Beatus Vir, A thousand Blessings crown his Head— Or how it could come into his Mind to fancy the dreadful Sound of the last Trumpet in the word Mischphat, which signifies in that place no more than an Assembly, which is plain from its being coupled with the word Gnadath, which signifies Caetus. Or lastly, how could he extract such an effluvium from the first words of the second Psalm, Lummat Ragschou Goiim, ou leummim yehegou Rik.  
God's wife Decrees are fixed and strong  
As his Eternal Throne;  
Why then should Heathen Fools so long  
His Sacred Power disown?  
Vain are their hopes, vain every thought,  
And all their words are vain,  
For what Gods mighty Hands have wrought,  
God's mighty Hands maintain.  
What is this to the Purpose? nothing I'm sure to the Text: And besides the Elegancy of the double expostulation is lost. Such Paraphrases as these rather misled than Instruct. And therefore Benedicat Deus operi & Authori. Paraphrases are nothing to our Business.  
There is in the last place a small Specimen printed for the Company of Stationers for the reforming of old Sternhold and Hopkins, but it begins so unfortunately, that I dàre be bold to assert, that the Honour of reforming those Authors is not reserved for that Gentleman. For the first Psalm instead of being reformed is rendered ten times worse than it was before. There is such a Hysteron Proteron in the two first Lines, that stumsently bless you at the very Threshold, and presently calls for a Candle to light you to the Sense.  
The Man is blest, by ill advice,  
To walk, who doth forbear.  
The rest is much of the same Form and Style; from whence we may safely conclude, that the Expressions of Sternhold and Hopkins are too beggarly already to want any more Patching.  
It may be objected in defence of these Gentlemen, that they condescend to a mean and vulgar way of expressing themselves, for the better understanding of the Common People, and in compliance with their Capacities. But whose fault is that, the People are no better taught? At least I am sure it would be much more for the Honour of the Public Worship that they should be better instructed, then to sing the Praises of God in undecent and incongruous Language. 'Tis the General Opinion, that the Psalms of David, in their Original Beauty were the most exalted Productions of a divine and soaring Genius, and withal, the Perfection of the Hebrew Idiom, and that they were enriched with a Copious and Eloquent Conciseness which our Modern Languages cannot reach, without the help of Paraphrase and Circumlocutions. However those two Assistances are very warily to be made use of; by no means too profusely; yet so as to supply the vacuums of our own Language with those Beauties of the English Idiom, which come the nearest to the Grandeur of Style and Meaning of the Author: And to this a due Consideration of the Subject of the Psalm, and the Occasion of the Author's writing it, and the Connexion and Coherence of the Sentences will very much contribute.  
'Tis true that there are some of these Psalms that are written with a plainness befitting the Subjects of Penitence, Prayer and Confession.  
On the other side, there are others so truly Poetical, and full of sublime Rapture, that if they be not followed with a Spirit and a Fancy in some measure adequate, they must of necessity lose their Luster.  
Seeing therefore that Specimens are come into the Mode, and that so many have so good an Opinion of themselves as to believe their Offerings worthy of the Public View, I thought it now my time to be not Semper Auditor tantum, especially having by me so many as I have of David's Psalms, some long since Translated, and others of ● later Date. I know I shall not wait for Censure, having adventured to pass my Judgement so freely upon others. But for that, my Years and Education may in some measure bear me out.  
The Method which I took, that I might avoid the Rock which others had dashed against, was in the first place to throw off the Shackles of Rhyme, a weight that lies a little too heavy upon Fancy and Invention, but which I would never be a Slave to. In the next place, I had the Assistance of the Original itself, the Latin, and Greek Versions, together with the Chaldee Paraphrase, all which I examined with the best Judgement I had. Nor was I without the two English Translations, not refusing to look upon Sternhold and Hopkins, sometimes, whether by accident or no, not far distant sometimes from the Point.  
As for my Talon in Poetry, I leave that with the rest for others to judge of: Only this I must add, that whoever he be, who has not that Talon in some measure above N. B. and N. T. whatever his other Properties or Perfections are, shall never obtain much Credit by Translating David's Psalms.  
I will not insist upon the Use and Benefit of the Singing Psalms in Churches, which would savour too much of inclining to Self-interest. 'Tis sufficiedt for me, that the Church of England has approved the Custom, and given 'em admission into their Congregations. And truly, since the Voices of the People are so much reformed to what they have been, by the many Organs set up in several Churches in this Ciry, 'tis but Reason that the Words they Sing should be reformed as well. By whomsoever it be done, I shall not envy that Honour to the Person who does it as it should be. Nevertheless as I have showed myself ready to serve the Public, I should account it among the greatest Felicities of my Life if such a Work as this should Crown the end of my Days.   

PSALM I.  

Blessed is the Man who in the Paths  
Of Sinners never strayed;  
Nor listened to the Scorners Charms,  
By wicked Counsel swayed.  
But in the Law of God, the Lord,  
Doth place his whole Delight;  
And to observe his pure Commands  
Doth labour Day and Night.   

He, shall be like a goodly Tree  
That by the water grows,  
Whose timely fruit makes early haste  
To ease the tender Boughs.  
His verdant Leaf shall never fade,  
But Winter's rage withstand;  
For still desired Success shall crown  
Whate'er he takes in hand.   

But no such fixed Happiness  
Shall the ungodly find;  
They're like the Chaff blown from the Earth.  
By every gust of Wind,  
Nor shall the wicked dare to stand,  
Where 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Judicio aut loco judicii.  Godlike Justice pleads,  
Among the 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Coetu Justorum.  Righteous, still afraid  
To show their guilty Heads,   

For the Omnipotent well knows  
The ways of righteous Men;  
But in their bold career destroys  
The Scoffers hateful Train.    

PSALM II.  

WHY do the Heathen, drunk with rage,  
Such frantic uproars make?  
Why do the People vain designs  
So vainly undertake?  
The Kings and Rulers of the Earth,  
In deep contrivance bold,  
Against the Lord and David's Throne  
A solemn League do hold.   

Proudly they cry, come let us cast  
Their servile bands away;  
Let us in sunder break their cords  
That bind us to obey.  
But he that dwells in Heaven above,  
Shall laugh them all to scorn;  
And in derision of their Craft,  
Their Plots to folly turn.   

Then in his wrath he shall rebuke  
The blindness of their ways,  
And in his hot Displeasure vex  
The remnant of their days.  
But he hath set his King on high,  
The King he always loved;  
And fixed his Throne on Zion Hill  
That never shall be moved.   

Concerning him will I declare  
heavens firm and high Decree,  
Thou art my Son, he said, this day  
Have I begotten thee.  
Ask but of me, the Heathen shall  
Be thy Inheritance;  
To every corner of the Earth  
Thy Empire shall advance.   

For they with rods of Iron bruised,  
Before thy feet shall fall;  
Like Potsherds into pieces broke,  
So shalt thou break them all.  
Now therefore, O ye Kings be wise,  
And to my Words give ear;  
And all ye Judges of the Earth  
My timely Precepts hear.   

With fear and trembling serve the Lord,  
Submissive to his Law;  
When ye rejoce, rejoice in Him  
With a Religious Awe.  
Lest he be angry, to the Son  
Obedient Homage pay;  
For fear ye perish, in the Paths  
Of Error led astray.   

For ye must die, if once, his Wrath  
Be kindled in his Breast;  
But they that trust in him are safe,  
In his Protection blest. 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Osculamini filium, ne irascatur. Some of the Rabbins atttibute the ne irascatur to God the Father, and so turn it this way, Osculamini filium, ut sedet Iram putris. Simile est hoc Regi, qui ira percitus est in cives. juerunt igitur Cives & rogaverunt filium Regis ut sedaret iram patris.     

PSALM III.  
When David fled from his Son Absalon.  

O Lord, how numerous are they grown  
That trouble my repose,  
Many are they that still increase  
The Burden of my Woes.  
Many there be that scoffing say  
To my disturbed Soul,  
His God no more shall be his Aid,  
Nor our Designs control.   

But Thou art the secure Defence  
On which my hopes rely;  
Thou dost my Honour still maintain,  
And lift my head on high.  
I called, I cried unto my God,  
When I was weak and faint;  
And from his Holy Hill he heard  
The voice of my complaint.   

I laid me down, and slept secure,  
And safely rose again;  
Regardless of my present fears,  
For God did me sustain.  
I will not their ten thousands fear,  
By thousands multiplied,  
Tho' in the midst of all their Power  
Hemmed in on every side.   

Arise, O God; the Lord appears:  
For on the shameless 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Gena, Maxillas. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dentes.  Cheek  
They now are smitten with Reproach,  
That did my Ruin seek.  
And more to disappoint their Rage,  
Thy all-o'recoming Power  
Has broke their Fangs envenomed force,  
So eager to devour.   

Salvation thus belongs alone  
Unto the Lord above,  
Who for his People keeps in store  
The Blessings of his Love.    

PSALM IU.  

THou Great Defender of my Cause  
Unto my cries gave ear;  
My God relieved me in Distress,  
And heard my humble Prayer.  
Proud Sons of Men, how long will you  
My Honour thus despise?  
That please yourselves in vain Designs,  
And wander after Lies?   

On Judah's Throne the Lord has placed  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Segregavit sibi Benignum seu potius sanctum; for the word signifies both.  A righteous Sovereign;  
And he will surely hear my Voice,  
When ever I complain.  
With trembling then his Power confess,  
And strive to sin no more;  
Ponder at Night upon the Deeds  
Ye did the Day before.   

In your Retirements most remote,  
Your treacherous hearts upbraid;  
And every evil thought chastise,  
When on your Pillows laid.  
Let Justice be your Sacrifice  
With an unfeigned zeal;  
Then hope in God, and to his Throne  
For mercy still appeal.   

Men say, that our forsaken Cause  
No friends will now embrace,  
Therefore, O King of Heaven, unveil  
The Brightness of thy face.  
For greater joy my cheered heart  
Has in thy favour found,  
Then they had ever when their wheat  
And wine did most abound.   

Therefore will I lie down in Peace,  
And take my due Repose,  
For only from the Lord himself,  
My safe Protection flows.    

PSALM V.  

POnder my Words I thee implore,  
My mournful Words, O Lord,  
And also to my secret Sighs  
Thy gracious Ear afford;  
Harken with speed unto the sound  
Of my continual Cries;  
For at thy Throne, my God and King,  
My sad Soul prostrate lies.   

Lord in the Morning hear my Voice,  
For at thy Heavenly Gate,  
My early importuning Prayers  
Thy answer boldly wait.  
For thou art not a God that dost  
In wicked Works delight,  
While every froward friend of Sin  
Is banished from thy sight.   

The wayward Fool shall not enjoy  
the splendour of thy Face;  
Those hidden Glories shine remote  
from their detested Race.  
The busy forgers of untruth  
shall perish undeplored;  
Such sons of Blood and deep Deceit  
Thou always hast abhorred.   

But I will to thy House approach,  
Emboldened by thy Grace,  
And pay the Tribute of my Vows  
Within thy Holy Place.  
Teach me to shun those crooked Paths  
Wherens my Foes are led;  
But in thy ways, from wand'ring safe,  
Direct me how to tread.   

For in their Mouths there is no truth  
Or care of Promise made,  
Corrupt within, like cankered Flesh  
With rottenness decayed.  
Their slanderous Throats are like the smells  
Of open Sepulchers;  
Whose flattering Tongue in vile defence  
Of falsehood only swears.   

But let their own Designs, O Lord,  
Their own Confusion be;  
Subvert them in their heaps of Sin,  
Proud Rebels against Thee.  
But they that trust in Thee, let them  
Triumph for evermore,  
Let them rejoice in thy defence,  
Who thy great Name adore.   

In Showers of Plenty upon them  
Thy Blessings shall descend;  
Them shall thy Favour, like a Shield,  
In all distress defend.    

PSALM VI.  

OH! do not in thy Anger, Lord,  
My secret Shame detect;  
Nor while thy Fury yet remains,  
My guilty Soul correct:  
For I am weak, O therefore, Lord,  
In mercy me restore;  
And with thy heavenly Balsam heal  
My Bones, with trembling Sore.   

My heavy Soul tormented lies  
Oppressed, with inward Grief;  
My God, how long wilt Thou delay,  
E'er Thou afford Relief?  
Return, O Lord, and my sad Soul  
From horrid Death defend,  
Oh! for thy holy Mercy's sake,  
Some speedy succour send;   

For who within the Cells of Death,  
Can praise Thee under Ground?  
Or who in the Infernal Pit,  
Thy Wonders can resound?  
Weary with groaning every Night,  
In Tears I bathe my Bed;  
And all the Day my watered Couch  
Supports my drooping Head.   

The lustre of mine Eyes is fled,  
By sorrow chased a way;  
Mine Eyes are sunk, to see my Foes,  
Now bear triumphant sway.  
Be gone, be gone, all ye that toil  
In Works of Wickedness;  
Heaven's King hath heard my weeping Voice  
With ptomise of Redress.   

Pleased with my Prayers, the Lord received  
My humble Sacrifice,  
And soon his reconciled Ear  
Was open to my Cries.  
Now shall he so my Foes perplex,  
So tame their growing Pride,  
That they shall run with speedy flight,  
Their sudden Shame to hide.    

PSALM VII.  

O Lord, my God, I have reposed  
My Confidence in Thee,  
From them that persecute my Soul  
Now then deliver me:  
Lest greedy of my guiltless Blood,  
They do my Soul devour,  
As the fierce Lion rends the Prey  
Within his ravenous power.   

O Lord my God, if justly they  
Charge on me this Offence,  
If I have acted any Crime  
To slain my Innocence;  
If e'er the kindness of my Friend  
I willingly forgot,  
Or rather have not saved those  
That bore me causeless hate;   

Then let my Foes pursue my Soul,  
Not knowing whom to trust;  
Let them tread down my Life to Earth,  
My Honour to the Dust.  
Else Lord, arise, and in thy Wrath  
Against my Foes appear,  
That thy confirmed Promises  
My Innocence may clear.   

Then shall thy People worship Thee,  
To quiet Peace restored;  
Oh! therefore, for thy People's sake,  
Advance thy Strength, O Lord.  
Nor do I fear but thou wilt give  
Just Sentence on my side;  
When Thou my clear Integrity,  
And Righteousness hast tried   

Second Part.  

Confound, O Lord, ungodly Men,  
That vent their Spleen in vain,  
But guide the Just, and make thy ways  
Unto their Footsteps plain.  
For tho' the secret Bosom hides  
Our Thoughts from Mortal Eye;  
Yet like unfolded Leaves, all Hearts  
Before Thee open lie.   

Therefore will I in God alone  
For Aid and Succour trust,  
Who still preserves the Righteous,  
And still protects the just.  
Jehovah is a righteous Judge,  
And patient in his Power,  
Suffering the Wicked to provoke  
His Anger every Hour.   

But if the Wicked will not turn  
From Sin's alluring Charms,  
He whets his Sword, and bends his Bow,  
His Sin-revenging Arms.  
Chased by such Instruments of Death,  
No place shall give them Rest,  
He makes his Arrows sharp to pierce  
The Persecutor's Breast.   

Behold, they travel all in vain  
Their Mischief to bring forth,  
For Mischief is the thing concealed,  
Tho' Folly be the Birth.  
Deep Pits they dig, in hopes to catch  
The Righteous there betrayed,  
But reel themselves into the Grave,  
For others Ruin made.  
For on their own forsaken Heads  
Their plotted Mischiefs fall;  
And while they study to revenge,  
Feel Vengeance first of all.  
Therefore with Thanks will I extol  
The pleader of my Right;  
And his protecting Truth in Songs  
Of Lasting Praise recite.     

PSALM VIII.  

O Lord our God, how ought the World  
Thy wondrous Name to prize,  
For thou thy Glory hast advanced  
Above the starry Skies.  
The tender Babes and Sucklings cry  
In witness of thy Fame,  
And to the Heav'n-contemning Crowd  
Thy Providence proclaim.   

While I the heavens behold, the work  
of thy Almighty Hand,  
The Moon and Stars in order fixed  
By thy divine Command:  
Then deeply reasoning with my Soul,  
I these discourses make,  
Oh! what is Man, that thou hast wrought  
Such wonders for his sake.   

For little lower in degree  
Then happy Angels placed,  
Thou hast his Rare Seraphic Form,  
With Heavenly Beauty graced.  
O'er all the Works that Thou hast made  
He beareth lordly Sway,  
All Creatures with submissive Awe  
His ample Power obey.   

The profitable Sheep, and Ox,  
To hardy Toil decreed;  
And all the Beasts that in the Field,  
Or in the Desert feed.  
The winged Fowl and lesser Fish  
That in the Rivers keep,  
With all the larger Fry that haunt  
The secrets of the Deep.   

Therefore, O Thou, o'er all the World  
Chief Lord and Governor,  
How powerful is thy wondrous Name,  
How wonderful thy Power!    

PSALM IX.  

WITH my whole Heart will I sing praise  
Unto the Lord our God:  
The noble Acts which thou hast done,  
Will I declare abroad.  
I will be glad, I will rejoice  
In Thee, O thou most High!  
And in my Hymns thy blessed Name,  
For ever magnify.   

For thou hast put my Enemies  
To ignominious flight,  
That they with shame before Thee fall,  
And languish at thy sight.  
Thou by thy Power hast still maintained  
my just and righteous Cause,  
Commanding from thy starry Throne,  
Obedience to thy Laws.   

Thou hast rebuked the Heathen's Rage,  
and wicked Men destroyed;  
Their Name is perished from the Earth,  
Of all remembrance void.  
Insulting Enemies! no more  
Your desolations boast,  
For like the Cities ye laid waste,  
The Fame of you is lost.   

But he that dwells above the Stars,  
For evermore shall Reign;  
He hath prepared his Royal Throne  
True Judgement to maintain.  
To all the Nations of the Earth,  
Will he his Truth declare,  
His chosen People unto Him  
For Justice shall repair.   

The sure Protector of the Poor,  
Will he at length appear,  
In time will he the sad Complaint  
Of their Affliction hear.  
And therefore they that know thy Name,  
Shall on thy Help depend:  
For still on them thy Guarding Power  
ne'er faileth to attend.   

Second Part.  

Sing praises therefore to the Lord  
That doth in Zion dwell,  
Unto the People all his Works  
In Songs of Wonder tell.  
He strictly searches for the Blood  
Of them that are oppressed,  
And bears in mind the Poor's complaint,  
Until they be redressed.   

Have mercy on me, O my God,  
In pity of my grief;  
Behold how near the Gates of Death  
I beg thy swift Relief.  
That rescued so, on Zion Hill,  
Thy praise I may set forth;  
And thy Salvation loudly sing  
In Songs of sacred Mirth.   

Sunk are the Heathen in the Pit  
For others Ruin made,  
Their Feet are taken in the Net  
which they in secret laid.  
Oh! Justice still to be admired,  
By just Examples taught:  
For still the wicked dig the Snares  
In which themselves are caught.   

Headlong to the forgotten Grave,  
Ungodly Men descend;  
Untimely Death mows down the proud,  
That against Heaven contend.  
For always will he not forget  
The Poor when they complain,  
Nor shall the Humble in Distress,  
For ever wait in vain.   

Up Lord, and let not Man prevail  
'Gainst thy Celestial might,  
But on the Heathen take revenge,  
So guilty in thy fight:  
Let them in dread of Thee despair,  
That in their deep distress  
They then may know themselves but Men,  
And Thee their Lord confess.     

PSALM X.  

WHy so far distant from us, Lord,  
Dost thou conceal thy Face?  
Now that our Troubles most require  
The Comfort of thy Grace.  
For wicked Men, the vexed Poor  
Of all their Peace deprive,  
But Lord, confound them in the Plots  
Which they themselves contrive.   

They boast of all their Hearts desire  
With Power and Riches stored;  
In friendship with the Covetous,  
They scom the living Lord.  
Such is their Pride, that after God  
Their Folly never sought,  
And hold the knowledge of his Name  
Not worthy of a thought.   

They prosper in their wicked ways,  
And from their scornful Eyes  
So far remote thy judgements are,  
That they thy power despise.  
He faith in his deceived Heart,  
What cause have I of dread?  
For I shall never now be moved,  
Nor danger reach my Head.   

His Mouth is full of vile Untruth  
And cursed Blasphemy;  
Under his Tongue Deceit and Fraud,  
Like poisonous Adders lie.  
In private Villages he waits,  
To slay the Innocent;  
In secret Holes his leering Eyes  
Against the poor are bend.   

He lurketh as a Lion lurks,  
The humble to defeat,  
And merciless devours the Poor  
Entangled in his Net.  
With courteous Bow and lowly Cringe,  
He bends his treacherous Knee,  
Thus falls the Poor, in heaps betrayed  
By smooth Hypocrisy   

Then in his wicked Heart, saith he,  
God has forgot their Cries,  
He shall for ever vale and hide  
Their misery from his Eyes.   

Second Part.  

Now then arise, O God, arise,  
Lift up thy Potent Hand;  
And secure thy afflicted Poor,  
That have so long complained.  
Wherefore should wicked Men blaspheme,  
And thus thy power despise,  
Their God is otherwise employed  
Then to regard their Cries.   

For sure thy all surveying Eye,  
Their Tyrannies beheld;  
Severely marking open Wrongs  
And Malice most concealed.  
Since therefore it remains in Thee,  
The Feeble to defend,  
To thou the Poor commits their Cause,  
The Orphans only friend.   

Break thou the Strength of evil Men,  
O God, whom we adore;  
Pursue their bold Impieties  
Until they be ho more,  
Then shall thy rescued Poor confess  
Thy everlasting Reign,  
While deep Perdition swallows up  
The Ungodly and Profane.   

But the Petitions of the Poor,  
Thou wilt in Mercy hear,  
With thankful Hearts by thee prepared,  
To reap the Fruits of Prayer.  
Then shalt thou judge the Fatherless,  
And give the Poor his right,  
Nor shall the haughty Tyrant more  
Oppress him With his Might.     

PSALM XI.  

GOD is my Hope; then to my Soul  
Why speak ye bitter words?  
And say, fly to the desert Hills,  
Like the affrighted Birds.  
Behold, the Wicked bend their Bow;  
And ready is the Dart,  
With fatal Aim directed still  
To pierce the Righteous Heart.   

All the Foundations of his Hope  
Are quite cast down, they cry:  
Lord! what have good Men done, that they  
must thus forsaken die?  
But high in Heaven, the Immrotal God  
Has fixed his Azure Throne,  
And thence on poor afflicted Souls  
In pity will look down.   

Thence he beholds the Ways of Men,  
With a discerning Eye,  
Approving Right, detesting Works  
Of bold Impiety.  
On them will He rain all his Plagues  
Together summoned up;  
Brimstone and Fire, in dismal Storms,  
The Portion of their Cup.   

For God, the God of holy Truth,  
Will Righteous Men embrace;  
And to the Just with Favour show  
The brightness of his Face.    

PSALM XII.  

HElp Lord, Oh help, for godly Men  
Chased from the Earth, are fled;  
The Faitful seem to lie concealed  
'Mong the forgotten dead.  
The common Talk of Neighbours now,  
Is all but Vanity,  
For what their double Hearts intent,  
Their flattering Tongues deny.   

But let Dissemblers perish, Lord,  
From the corrupted Earth;  
And the triumphing Boaster find  
The folly of his Mirth.  
Who say, that by such Tricks of State,  
We will our Names extol;  
Are not our Lips and Tongues our own?  
Who shall our Pride control?   

When moved with the loud Complaints  
And Sigh of the Poor,  
I will arise, saith God, and them  
To quiet Peace restore.  
Nor are thy Promises, O God,  
Dispersed in the Wind,  
More pure than Silver are thy Words,  
Tho' many times refined.   

Now therefore keep thy Promise, Lord,  
And save thy chos'n Race;  
For now Impiety prevails,  
And potent Wrong takes place.  
And well thou knowst when violent Men  
Are lofty in command,  
The godly languish, ill prepared  
Their fury to withstand.    

PSALM XIII.  

HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord,  
In this afflicted plight?  
How long wilt thou conceal from me  
Thy all-restoring Light?  
How long shall I in deep suspense,  
Consult my weary Soul?  
How long shall my insulting Foes  
Thus lawlessly control?   

Consider, Lord, and hear the Cries  
Which my loud Sorrows make,  
And lest I sleep the sleep of Death,  
Keep thou mine Eyes awake.  
Lest in their Triumphs thus they sing,  
We have prevailed at length:  
Lest their proud Trophies they advance,  
I hat have pulled down my Strength.   

Yet are my Hopes in God, my King,  
His Fame will I advance;  
And tho' forsaken, sing of Him,  
For past Deliverance.    

PSALM XIV.  

THE Fool has said, there is no God;  
For Men are all now grown  
Abominable in their Works;  
Not one upright, not one.  
The Lord looked down from Heaven, and viewed  
Man's all-corrupted Race;  
To see who would seek after Him,  
Or Holiness embrace.   

But Lord, they blindly all obeyed  
Blasphemous Ignorance,  
There was not one that gave his mind  
Thy Worship to advance.  
Vain workers of Iniquity!  
That will not understand,  
How they like Bread my People eat,  
And have my Laws profaned   

But Fear shall soon surprise 'em all,  
When dreaming least of fear,  
For in defence of the Upright,  
Th' Almighty will appear.  
For they have proudly laughed to scorn  
The Counsels of the Just;  
And in derision held the Poor,  
That make the Lord their trust.   

Oh that the Lord to Israel  
His promise would fulfil,  
And send Salvation to his Church,  
From Sion's holy Hill.  
Then when thy People shall return  
From heavy Thraldom free,  
Triumphant Jacob shall rejoice,  
And glad shall Israel be.    

PSALM XV.  

WHO shall inhabit, Lord of Hosts,  
Thy Holy Place, s0 pure?  
Or whom shall Sion's sacred Towers  
In fixed repose secure?  
The Man whose Life is uncorrupt,  
And blameless in thy sight;  
Who from his Heart, the Friend of Truth,  
Continues still upright.   

Whose Tongue ne'er vented vile Reproach,  
His Neighbour to defame,  
Nor ever harboured false Reports  
To prejudice his Name.  
Who lowly in his own esteem  
Does wicked Men despise,  
While they that truly fear the Lord  
Are precious in his Eyes.   

Who always faithful to perform  
His Vow and Covenant both,  
Tho' to his harm he sometime Swears,  
yet changes not his Oath.  
He that tormenteth not the Poor  
With griping Usury;  
Nor to defeat the Innocent  
E'er took accursed Fee.   

The Man thus blameless in his Life,  
Of Heaven's great King beloved,  
Shall prsoper in his holy Hill,  
And never be removed.    

PSALM XVI.  

THou great preserver of my Life,  
Continue my defence;  
For in thee only, Oh my God,  
I fix my Confidence.  
My quiet Soul to God has said,  
Thee only I adore,  
Not all my heaps of treasured Wealth,  
Can add unto thy Store.   

But my Relief I give to them  
That are on Earth upright,  
To them in Virtue that excel,  
Who are my chief Delight.  
They shall heap sorrow on their heads  
Whose giddy Ignorance  
Thy Truth forsakes, of Idol Gods  
The Worship to advance.   

I will not of their Sacrifice  
In any sort partake,  
Nor yet so much as of their Names  
The smallest mention make.  
The Lord is my Inheritance,  
The Portion of my Rest;  
My sacred Lot shalt thou maintain,  
First by thy Aid possessed.   

In places far for Pleasure famed,  
My Lot is measured forth;  
I have a goodly Heritage,  
The Garden of the Earth.  
Praised be thy Name, thy Grace inspired  
My Knowledge of thy Will;  
Teaching my Slumbers in the Night  
Thy Precepts to fulfil.   

The Lord I set before me still,  
On whom my Hopes relied:  
While he directs my wary Steps,  
My Feet shall never slide.  
My Soul rejoiced from Tyrant Death  
To be for ever free,  
My Flesh, in hopes of future Life,  
Likewise depends on thee.   

For sure thou wilt not leave my Soul  
Within the Grave asleep;  
Nor let thy Holy One abide  
Corruption in the Deep:  
Rather instruct me how to find  
That fair and goodly way,  
Which leads me to those blissful seats  
Of never-setting Day.   

There, in thy Presence to behold  
Th' Eternal Stores os Bliss,  
And all those Pleasures that surround  
The Throne of Paradise.    

PSALM XVII.  

COnsider well my case, O Lord,  
And to my Cause give ear,  
And with thy wont Grace attend  
To my unfeigned Prayer.  
Yea, let thy own avenging Wrath  
The Sentence execute;  
And with an equal Eye regard  
The Right of my Dispute,   

For thou by Night didst prove my Heart,  
And saw st my Innocence;  
For I resolved my wary Lips  
Should utter no Offence.  
Whate'er the wicked did advise,  
Thy Precepts guided me;  
For led by them, I ever shunned  
The Paths of Cruelty.   

Preserve me in thy Holy Paths,  
O thou most faithful Guide,  
That while I walk the ways of Truth,  
My Feet may never slide.  
I called upon thee, for said I,  
My God will surely hear;  
Hear me, O God, and to my words  
Bow down thy Gracious Ear.   

Show us thy wondrous Mercy, thou,  
The World's great Governor,  
And save thy People from the Proud  
That spurn against thy Power.  
Keep me, O Lord, as thou wouldst keep  
The Apple of thine Eye,  
Under the Shadow of thy Wings  
Let me in Safety lie,   

Protected from the Hate of men  
That would my Life confound;  
From those that greedy of my Soul  
Each Day beset me round.   

Second Part.  

In their own Fat and Plenty closed,  
They boast their high Success;  
And pampered with their cursed Wealth  
Their Scorn of thee express.  
Waylay us on every side  
With restless toil, they lie;  
Fixing their Eyes upon the ground  
Our private Steps to spy.   

So hunts the Lion all the Night  
His hunger to allay,  
So hunts the eager Lion's Whelp  
For his unwary Prey.  
Up Lord, and disappoint their Rage,  
And my sad Soul set free;  
From thy consuming Sword, the Sword  
Of them that evil be.   

From Men, the fatal Instruments  
Of thy avenging Ire;  
From Men that in this World possess  
Their cruel Heart's Desire.  
For whose supply the secret Earth  
Her treasures opens wide;  
From whence their pampered Appetites  
Are duly satisfied.   

Whose Offspring greatly numerous  
Yet have their ample Shares,  
And their divided Substance leave  
In plenty to their Heirs.  
But as for me, in Righteousness  
Let me behold thy Face,  
And waking, of thy Glory full,  
Let me thy Love embrace.     

PSALM XVIII.  

THee will I love, O Lord, my Strength,  
My Rock, and my Defence,  
My Soul's support, my God, my Might,  
My only Confidence.  
The Shield that doth preserve my Life  
From frequent Dangers free;  
My saving Health and Refuge still  
In all Adversity.   

The Pangs of Death environed me  
On every side distressed;  
The wicked, like the rolling Waves,  
To my Destruction pressed.  
The Chains of Death about my Life  
Were like a Circle thrown;  
Entangled in the Snares of Death,  
My hopes were almost gone.   

Then did I cry unto my God,  
And call upon his Name,  
He heard my soon-admitted Voice  
That from his Altar came.  
Then trembled the amazed Earth,  
As with an Ague shook;  
Their deep Foundations the high Hills  
With sudden fear forsaken.   

His kindled Wrath sent forth a Cloud,  
Whose substance brightly burned;  
And in his Fury 

Gnalab Gneschan be Affo, Ecsh Miffiou Tokel, Gechalim Baguacou mimmennou.  
Ascendit famus ah excandescentia tua, Ignis consumet ex ore ejus, pruinae arserunt able.   Coals of Fire  
The Hills to Ashes turned,  
Then, the wide Arch of Heaven he bowed,  
And gloriously came down,  
While Darkness hovered underneath,  
The Footstool of his Throne.   

High mounted on, the Cherubims,  
He pranced the lofty Air,  
While on their Wings th' obedient Winds  
Th' Illustrious Chariot bare.   

Second Part.  

Then in the Region of the Clouds  
He pitched his gloomy Tent,  
And as a Curtain round him drew  
The watery Firmament.  
But when he purposed that the World  
His Brightness should admire,  
Those Clouds to wondrous Meteors turned  
Of Hail and Coals of Fire.   

The rattling Thunder loudly then  
Broke through the vaulted Sky,  
And through the spacious Air was heard  
The Voice of the most High.  
He sent his Lightnings, and dispersed  
His Foes of Succour void;  
Nor ceased he to increase those Flames  
Till they were all destroyed.   

Th' affrighted Sea, at his Rebuke,  
Her Channel then displayed;  
And where the World's Foundations were  
In vast Abysses laid.  
His Angels from their starry Seats  
Came down by his Command;  
And from the Surges of the Deep  
They drew me safe on Land.   

He saved me from my strongest Foes  
That bore me deadly Spite,  
Deprived of other Force to shun  
The Pressure of their Might.  
Prevented by their crafty Hate  
I saw my Ruin near;  
But my Upholder was the Lord  
Who led me out of fear.   

He brought me to a spacious Place,  
A place of Liberty;  
He brought me forth, to show the World  
How much he favoured me.  
According to my Righteousness  
The Lord did me reward,  
And to the pureness of my Hands  
His Mercy had regard.    

Third Part.  

Because I walked in the ways  
Most pleasing to the Lord,  
Nor in contempt of his Commands  
Forsook his Holy Word.  
For every Day and every Hour  
His Laws before me lay;  
His Statutes did I not contemn,  
Nor vainly cast away.   

And in my Duty to my God  
I kept myself upright,  
Shuning those Pleasures, whose soft Charms  
My Frailty did invite.  
Therefore according to my Truth  
The Lord did me reward,  
And to the cleanness of my Hands  
His Favour had regard.   

To them that Holy are, will He  
As pure and Holy prove;  
And be upright to the Upright  
That labour for his Love.  
He will be likewise justly true  
Unto the pure in Mind;  
But to the Froward and Perverse  
As dangerously unkind.   

Thus to the Humble and the Poor  
His favour shall be shown,  
But as for proud and Haughty looks  
They shall be soon cast down.  
The Lord shall make my Taper yield,  
A clear and distant Light;  
My day redawning shall no more  
Give way to irksome Night.   

For I, assisted by my God,  
Have mighty Hosts subdued;  
And mounting Walls of dreadful Height,  
Have slain a Multitude.  
The ways of God are Uncorrupt;  
His Faith is purely tried;  
To Mortal Men a sure defence  
Who in his Faith abide.   

For who is God besides the Lord,  
Our King and Governor?  
And who is mighty, save our God,  
The Fountain of all Power?    

Fourth Part.  

'Tis God that Girds me round with Strength,  
And jades me with renown;  
While all my dangerous Attempts  
Desired successes Crown.  
He made me, for the Race of War,  
Then is the Roe more Fleet,  
And on the Highest places set  
My soon Victorious Feet.   

My hands, he teaching how to fight,  
Gives courage to my skill:  
And He enabling, my strong Arm  
Can break a Bow of steel.  
The shield of thy All-saving Might  
Thou gav'st me from on high,  
And thy Right Hand preserves me still  
Among the Troops that die.   

When Thou in Battle for my steps  
Mad'st room among the slain,  
In Heat of all Encounters safe  
My feet thou didst sustain:  
Then I pursued my Enemies,  
And took'em in the Chase;  
Nor would retire, till they were all  
Consumed before my face.   

The wounds I gave them, soar and deep,  
Disabled 'em to rife;  
Under my feet their sullen Pride  
Now in dishonour lies,  
In Battle girded with thy strength  
I fought my daring Foes;  
And by thy Aid fubdued, they fell  
That did my power oppose.   

With Broken Limbs they grovelling lay,  
Submissive to my will,  
That all my stubborn Enemies  
I then might save or kill;  
For succour loudly then they cried,  
But there was none to save;  
Even to God they made their Moans,  
But He no Answer gave.    

Fifth Part.  

Then did I pound'em small as dust  
That flies before the Wind;  
And trod 'em on the Ground like Clay,  
Despised of all Mankind.  
Thou hast preserved me in despite  
Of my contending Foes;  
That still with eager Violence  
My Honour did oppose.   

And thou hast made the Heathen stoop  
To my subduing Sword;  
Strangers that knew me not before,  
Now serve me, as their Lord.  
When they but hear my Name, they yield,  
Not able to withstand;  
And distant Kings their proffered Realms  
Submit to my Command.   

Tho' far remote, in dread of Me,  
Their fainting hearts sink down;  
They tremble in their Lurking holes,  
In fear of my Renown.  
Jehovah lives: Blessed be the Rock  
Of my Deliverance;  
And let the God of my defence  
His Glorious Name advance.   

Thou Great Preserver of my Life,  
Even Thou hast set me free,  
From those that pressed my injured Soul;  
The Sons of Cruelty.  
Therefore, O Lord, o'er all the World  
Will I extol thy Fame;  
And study still new Songs of Praise  
In Honour of thy Name;   

Most tenderly dost Thou preserve  
Thy dear Anointed King:  
And wilt show mercy to his Throne  
For ever flourishing.     

PSALM C.  
To the Proper Tune. Clangite Jehovae.  

OH all the Earth, sing loud to God,  
And every Region Praise his Name,  
Serve him with Gladness, and with Songs  
Extol his everlasting Fame.   

For know ye, that the Lord is God,  
He made us, and our days decreed;  
We are his People, and the sheep  
That in his goodly pastures feed.   

Oh enter then his Gates with joy,  
And fill his Holy Courts with Praise,  
Give thanks to him, and bless his Name,  
That Name which Heaven and Earth obeys   

For the free Mercies of the Lord  
Endure to all Eternity;  
Nor does his Truth ere fail the Hopes,  
Of them that on his Truth rely.   

Another way.  

With shouts of Joy let all the Earth  
The Praises of the Lord Proclaim;  
With cheerful Hymns and Odes resound  
The Adoration of his Name.   

For he, the Parent of the World,  
First made us, and our days decreed;  
We are his People, and the sheep  
That in his goodly pastures feed.   

Enter his Gates with praise, and fill  
His Holy Courts with cheerful Songs;  
Extol, applaud and celebrate  
His Power, to whom all Power belongs.   

For still in an Eternal Stream,  
His Goodness and his mercy flow;  
His Truth endures from Age to Age,  
The same o'er all things here below. 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Laetitia. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Canticum laetum, sive cum clamore. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Clangite, voeifermini. These three Words denote a cheerful Service of God, and n●t that morose Devotion which some are pleased to affect. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Comprehends all those Words.      

PSALM CI.  
Misericordiam & Judicium.  

MErcy and Judgement are the Themes  
I hat wake my tuneful strings;  
Of them I sing and sing to thee  
Great Sovereign of Kings.  
Wisdom and justice are the Props  
That my soft Rule sustain;  
Behold, since thou didst fix my Throne,  
The Method of my Reign.   

For in th' Uprightness of my heart,  
To Privacy restrained,  
A true Example there I walked  
Of Sovereign Command.  
No wicked Deed my Regal Power  
Did meanly Countenance;  
Nor fawning Falsehood in my Court  
Did her proud Head advance.   

They that with sullen Envy muse  
Disturbances of state,  
I still abhorred their vile Converse,  
Chief Objects of my Hate.  
He that with baneful slander sought,  
His Neighbour to enthral;  
Like to the Proud, without Remorse,  
Did by my Justice fall.   

But to the Virtuous of the Land,  
My favour still was shown;  
Religious Officers did shine  
Like stars about my Throne.  
The fraudulent contrives of State  
My Councils never knew;  
Them that by lies their Pomp upheld,  
My Anger did pursue,   

Betimes will I exterminate  
The Wickeds growing Race;  
No Harbour shall th' Ungodly find  
Within thy Holy Place.    

PSALM CXXXVII.  

WHen from our Country Captive led,  
Upon the Banks we sat,  
Of Babylon's remoter streams,  
Bewailing our hard fate;  
Then lofty Zions ruined Walls  
Our thoughtful woes surveyed;  
Those Walls no more for us to see,  
All now in Ashes laid.   

Straight from our Eyes, grown big with tears;  
A Briny Deluge fell;  
Our Sobs and Sighs suppressed the words  
That sought our Griefs to tell.  
Upon the pensive Willow Boughs  
Our Lutes untuned hung,  
And our neglected Harps lay by,  
As carelessly unstrung.   

Come, Captives, leave your fruitless Moans,  
Our taunting Spoilers cried,  
And Sing us one of Zions Songs;  
But sadly we replied;  
Ah! who can now those Airs repeat  
With which our Temple rang?  
Who so distressed as we can sing  
As our blessed Fathers sang?   

Shall Babylon our songs deride  
So charming to the Ear?  
Shall a Profane and Foreign Land  
Our sacred Music hear?  
No, dear Jerusalem, no, no,  
If ever I forget  
Thy vast Affliction, and thy share  
Of misery so great,   

First let my nimble joints, benumbed,  
Forget their Active Skill;  
No more let tuneful Lute or Harp  
Their Artful Touches feel.  
First to my dry and Parched Roof  
My useless Tongue be glued,  
Unless thy joys, and Songs of Praise,  
Be once again renewed.   

Lord, curse thou Edom's traitorous Race  
That in our ruin revealed;  
Sack, burn, destroy and kill, they cried,  
Let all be lowly levelled.  
And thou, Fierce Babel, when thy Tide  
Of Triumph once shall turn,  
Oh mayst thou then, a Victor now,  
Thy sadder ruin Mourn.   

Full happy He, who spoils thee then,  
As thou hast laid us waste;  
And makes the taste those bitter woes  
Which thou hast made us taste;  
Who from the wailing Mothers Breasts  
The tender Babes shall tear,  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dissipabit allidendo; which can never be done, but that the Blood must sprinkle and scatter about.  And with their Blood the rugged Stones.  
And Pavements all besmear.    

PSALM CXLVIII.  
To the Common Tune and Measure.  

LET Highest Heaven extol  
The Praises of the Lord,  
And all the seats of Bliss  
Melodiously accord.  
Let Angels Praise  
Him with sweet Hymns;  
And numerous Hosts  
of Seraphims.   

Praise him both Sun and Moon  
That govern Day and Night,  
Praise him ye lesser Stars  
In number infinite.  
The Spheres above,  
And Spheres below,  
And waters that  
Beyond 'em flow.   

Praise ye the Lord all These,  
Praise ye his Holy Name,  
The supreme Architect  
That reared the wondrous Frame,  
He said the Word,  
And all was made,  
From time's decay,  
Securely laid.   

And as in Heaven above  
So Praise the Lord on Earth,  
All Monsters which the Land  
And which the Sea bring forth.  
All Dragons fierce,  
And Whales that sweep  
The Vast Abys  
says of the Deep.   

And all ye Meteors,  
The wonders of the Air;  
Fire, Snow, and rattling Hail  
Jehova's Name revere.  
Tempests and Storms,  
And Hurricans,  
Performing still  
What He Ordains.   

Mountains and lesser Hills,  
Valleys, and Fertile Glades,  
Trees happy in their Fruit,  
Or yielding useful shades.  
Cedars that mount  
To pompous height;  
And variously  
The Hills delight.   

All Creatures, Flocks and Herds  
That People the wide Fields;  
And every creeping thing  
That copious Nature yields.  
The larger Fowl,  
And lesser Crowds,  
That Chirp and Sing  
Among the Woods.   

All Monarches of the Earth,  
All Nations far and near;  
Princes and Rulers too,  
That swelling Titles wear;  
Beauty and Youth  
With all their Charms;  
Declining Age,  
And Babes in Arms.   

Praise ye the Lord all these,  
And magnify his Name,  
For only He alone  
Can our just Praises claim.  
So great his Fame,  
His Power no less,  
That Heaven and Earth  
Do both confess.   

He has advanced in Fame  
The Strength of Israel,  
His chosen People They,  
Who in his Favour dwell.  
Therefore to Him  
Your Voices raise;  
To Him alone  
Sing Praise, sing Praise. 

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Celi Celorum, which includes the whole structure of the Heavens.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aque quae sunt superne, vel super coelos. The Rabbins observe the Derivation of Shamaim from Shem, Illic, and Maim, Waters, because they say that Waters are there, and that the Heavens are Composed of Fire and Water.      

PSALM CL. Hallelujah.  

PRaise ye the Lord, Praise him within  
His Holy Residence:  
Extol him for the Boundless fame  
Of his Omnipotence.  
Extol him for his mighty Deeds  
That fill the World with Wonder;  
And for the Triumphs of his Power  
That Numbers cannot Number.   

With lofty Trumpets Martial Sounds  
Extol his Puissance;  
While the Far-ecchoing Drum Unites  
The Chorus in a Dance;  
Praise him with Harps, and Harpsichords,  
With Flutes and Violins,  
While the Majestic Organ joins  
To grace the Vocal Hymns.   

Praise him with Cymbals softly sweet;  
Praise him with Cymbals loud,  
Let every Creature that has Breath  
Extol the Living God.   
FINIS.