4 Thou dost not, Lord, Delight in wickednesse ; Nor to bad men Wilt thy protection lend. 5 The boasters proud Cannot before thee stay: Thou hat'st all those, That are to sin devoted: 6 The lying lips, And who with blood are spotted, Thou doest abhorre, And wilt for ever slay : 7 But I unto Thy house shall take the way: And, through thy grace Within thy holy place. 8 Oh! leade me, Lord, Within thy righteous trace: That malice me so sore, 9 Within their mouth No truth is ever found: Pure mischiefe is Their heart: a gaping tombe 10 Is their wide throat; And yet their tongues still sound, 11 With smoothing words. O Lord, give them their doome, And let them fall In those their plots profound. In their excesse Of mischiefe, them destroy, 12 That rebels are; So those, that to thee flye, Shall all rejoyce And sing eternally : 13 And whom thou dost Protect, and who love thee And thy deere name, In thee shall ever joy; Since thou with blisse The righteous dost reward, And with thy grace, As with a shield him guard. PSALM VI. AS THE Lth PSALM, "The mighty God, &c.” LET me not, Lord, Be in thy wrath reproved : Oh! scourge me not When thy fierce wrath is moved. 2. Pity me, Lord, That doe with languor pine: Heale me, whose bones With paine dissolved bin; 3 Whose weary soule Is vexed above measure. O Lord; how long Shall I bide thy displeasure? 4 Turne thee, O Lord, Can none remember thee; How shouldst thou praised be? 6 Weary with sighs All night I caus'd my bed To swim: with teares, My couch I watered. 7 Deepe sorrow hath Consum'd my dimmed eyne, Sunk in with griefe At these lewd foes of mine: 8 But now hence, hence, Vaine plotters of mine ill: The Lord hath heard My lamentations shrill : 9 God heard my suit, And still attends the same: 10 Blush now, my foes, And flye with sudden shame. PSALM VII. AS THE CXIIth PSALM, "The man is blest that God, &c." ON thee, O Lord my God, relies Oh! let thy mercy me acquite. 7 My promis'd right: so shall glad throngs Of people flocke unto thy hill. For their sakes then revenge my wrongs, 8 And rouse thyselfe. Thy judgements be O'er all the world: Lord, judge thou me. As truth and honest innocence Thou find'st in me, Lord, judge thou me: 9 Settle the just with sure defence: Let me the wicked's malice see 10 Brought to an end. For thy just eye Doth heart and inward reines descry: 11 My safety stands in God, who shields. The sound in heart: whose doome, each day, 12 To just men and contemners yeelds 13 Their due. Except he change his way, His sword is whet, to blood intended. His murdering bow is ready bended. 14 Weapons of death he hath addrest And arrowes keene to pierce my foe, 15 Who late bred mischiefe in his breast; But, when he doth on travell goe, 16 Brings forth a lye; deep pits doth delve, And fall into his pits himselve. 17 Back to his owne head shall rebound His plotted mischiefe ; and his wrongs 18 His crowne shall craze: But I shall sound PSALM VIII. AS THE CXIIIth PSALM, "Ye children which, &c." How noble is thy mighty Name, Hast thou thy tender infants' tongue, 8 To fowles, and to the scaly traine, That glideth through the watry maine. 9 How noble each-where is thy Name. PSALM IX. TO THE TUNE OF THAT KNOWN SONG BEGINNING, "Preserve us, Lord." THEE, and thy wondrous deeds, O God, With all my soule I sound abroad: 2 My joy, my triumph is in thee. Of thy dread Name my song shall be, 3 O highest God: since put to flight, And fal'ne and vanish't at thy sight 4 Are all my foes; for thou hast past Just sentence on my cause at last; And, sitting on thy throne above, A rightful Judge thyselfe dost prove : 5 The troups profane thy checks have stroid, And made their name for ever void. 6 Where's now, my foes, your threat'ned wrack? So well you did our cities sack, And bring to dust; while that ye say, 7 Loe, in the eternall state God sits, 9 The poore from high find his releefe ; The poore in needfull times of griefe: 10 Who knows thee, Lord, to thee shall cleave, That never dost thy clients leave. 11 Oh! sing the God that doth abide, On Sion Mount; and blazon wide 12 His worthy deeds. For he pursues The guiltlesse blood with vengeance due: He minds their cause, nor can passe o'er Sad clamours of the wronged poore. 13 Oh! mercy, Lord: thou, that do'st save My soule from gates of death and grave: Oh! see the wrong my foes have done : 14 That I thy praise, to all that gone Through daughter Sion's beauteous gate, With thankfull songs may loud relate; And may rejoyce in thy safe aid. 15 Behold, the Gentiles while they made A deadly pit my soule to drowne, Into their pit are sunken downe : In that close snare they hid for me, Loe, their owne feet entangled be. 16 By this just doome the Lord is knowne, That th' ill are punish't with their owne. 17 Downe shall the wicked backward fall To deepest hell, and nations all 18 That God forget; nor shall the poore Forgotten be for evermore. |