THE PS AL M S O F S I R PH I L I P S I D N E Y

A ND TH E C O U N TE S S O F PE M B R O KE
SI R PHILI P S IDNE Y ( 1 5 5 4 ) w a s edu c ated at Shr e w
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and at Christ C hurch Oxfo rd Between 1 5 72 and 1 5 75 he
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travelled in E uro p e His portrait was painted by Verones e

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during his s tay at P adu a in 1 5 74 After returning from a .

dip lomatic miss ion t o Germany in the early m o nths of 1 5 77 ,

h e remained in E ngla n d un til N ovemb er 1 5 8 5 living at ,

Lei c es ter House ( where he be friended S p enser ) ; at court ; at

Wilto n with hi s s ister ; and ( after his marriage ) at Walsing
h am H ous e Almo st all his ex tant verse was written during this
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p eriod His version s of the firs t forty three P salm s c annot be

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d ated a ccurately but ac cording to re c ent eviden c e the Ar

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cadia poem s w ere b egun as early as 1 5 77 and c om pleted b y

1 5 8 0 th ough p artially r evi s ed as late as 1 5 8 4 His be s t known

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wo rk A s trophil and S tella was c omp osed in 1 5 82 Sidney

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wa s knighted in Janu ary 1 5 8 3 ; he m arried F ran ce s Wals ing

ham on September 21 of the same y ear D uring th e final .

p eri o d of h is life he held a s ubordinate appointment under

his un cle th e E arl o f Warwi ck M aster of th e O rd n an c e and
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wa s largely oc cupied with defense p r o blem s In November .

1 5 8 5 h e s ailed for Flus hing in the Netherlands having been ,

appointed governor by the queen War broke out in the fo l .

lowing spring and a fter s everal months figh ting Sidney was
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m ortally wo un de d by a S p anish musket b all at Zutphen H e -

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died three weeks later at Am h eim on O ctober 1 7 1 5 8 6 , .

M A R Y H ERB ERT C ountes s o f Pembroke and s ister o f Sir Philip

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Si dn ey was b o rn at Tickenh ill Palac e near B ewdley Worces c

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t ers hire on O ct o ber 27 1 5 6 1 S he w as m arried in A p ril i

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1 5 7 7 to Henr y Herbert z ud E arl o f P e m br ok e and lived for

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the remainder o f her m arried life at Wilton near Salisbury ,

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Like Lu c y C ountess o f B e dfo rd and Margaret C ountess of:

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C um berlan d s h e w as widely c elebrated during h er lif etim e

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as a liberal patr on of letters but unlike th em s h e a ls o enjoyed:

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a co n s iderable rep utation as a most deli c ate p oet Her maj or . ;

work the transl ation o f the P salm s prai s ed by Donne and

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many other c ontemp orary po ets w as not published until ,

She died at her L o n don residen ce in Aldersgate Street on

September 25 1 62 1 , .

JOHN C A RATHMELL w as bo rn in 1 9 3 5 and w as educate e

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at Jesus C ollege C ambridge where he gained a FII S t in Eng

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lish in 1 9 5 9 He s p ent the fo llowing year at Harvard where

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he held a Frank Knox Memorial F ellowship and is ,

Resea rch Fellow and Dire ctor of Studies in E nglish at

C ollege C ambridge, .
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 The Anchor B ooks edition is the firs t Ammican
p ublic ation of Th e Ps a lms of S ir P hilip S idney
a nd Th e C ountes s of Pembroke

LI B RARY OF CON GRE S S C A T A L OG U E CARD N UMB ER —

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C O P YR I G HT 1 9 63 B Y J OH N c . A . R A T HM E L L
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a greatly indebted to the Rt Hon Viscount De L Is le V C . .
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f or granting me perm ission to trans cribe th e

text of his m anuscript o f the Sidney P salm s at Penshurst
Place Kent I als o wish to thank th e staffs o f the followin g
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libraries and institution s for their help in promptly supplyin g

microfilm copies o f manus cripts : the B ritish Muse um ; th e
Huntington Library San M arino C alifornia ; the B ibliotheque
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de l U nivers it é de P aris ; the Bodleian Library ; and th e li

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brarie s o f Trinity C ollege C ambridge ; Wa dh am C ollege O x z , ,

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ford ; and Q ueen s C ollege Ox ford I am particularly grat efut

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to Pro fessor W illiam Ringler of W ashington Uni vers ity Sb ,

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Louis Missouri for providing m e w ith mu ch indis pens ab ld

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information c oncerning the manuscripts o f the Sidneiarf

P salm s In addition I have received valuable advice and c ritié
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c is m from Professor D o ugl as Bush Professor Frank ,

Dr D o nal d Davie Dr Graham Hough Dr John

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M r John Bux ton M r J H Prynn e and M r A J

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I q uote fro m Professor L o uis L Martz s Th e P oe try

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tat ion ( N ew Haven : 1 9 5 4 ) by kind permi s sion of

University Press ; and em gre atly indebted to th e C
Press and Dr B E Juel Jensen for permis sion to r
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th e Angel] Spirit of Sir Philip Sidney from
William Ringler s Th e Poems of Sir P h ilip S idney ( O xfo
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1 962 ) I am indebted to the National Portrait Gallery

all owing me to reproduce the p ortrait of S ir Philip Sidney

an unkn own artist probably o f 1 5 7 7 and the engravmg

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th e C ountess o f Pembroke by Simon de P ass e .

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intro d uction

Th e Ps alr
ns of Sir Philip Sidney ( P salm s 1 —
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Th e P salm s o f The C ountess of Pembroke

pp e n dix : V ersions of P salm 5 8

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Upon t h e t ra ns la tion of t h e Ps a lmes
by Sir Ph ilip S ydne y a nd ,

th e C ount es s e o f Pe m bro ke h is S is t er

Et ernall God , ( for who m wh o ever dare

Se e ke new expressions doe the C ircle square
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And thrust into strait corners of poore wit

Thee w h o art c orne rle s s e and infi nit e )
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I would but blesse thy Na m e not name thee now ; ,

( And thy gifts are as in fi n it e as t h o u z )

Fix e we our prays e s therefore on thi s one ,

as thy bless e d S pirit fell upon

se Ps almes firs t Author in a cloven tongue ;
r twas a double power by which he sung
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highest matter in the noblest forme ; )

ou hast cle ft that spirit to performe ,

w orke ag aine and shed it here upon

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by their bloods and by thy Spirit one

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other and a Sister ma d e by thee ,

O rgan where thou art the Harmony

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that make one J oh n B aptis ts holy y o yc e ,

who that Ps alme N ow let t h e I les reio yc e

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both translated and apply d it too

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tol d us what and taught us h ow to doe

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shew us Ilande rs our j oy our King , ,

tell us wh y and teach u s h ow to sing ;

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e all th is All three Q uires heaven earth and sphears ;

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firs t Heaven hath a song but no man heares

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Spheares have Music k but they have no tongu e , ,

ir harmony is rather danc d than sung ; ’

o ur third Q uire to whi ch the fi rs t gives e are

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F or Angels le arne by what the C hurch does here )

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This Q uire hath all The O rganist is hee.

Who hath tun d C od and Man the O rgan we

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The songs are these whi ch heavens high holy M use

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Whi s per d to D avid D avid to the J ew e s :

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And Da vids Successors in holy z eale , ,

In formes of joy and art d oe re reve ale -

To us so sweetly and sin c erely too ,

That I must not rej oyc e as I wo ul d doe

W hen I behold that these Ps alme s are become
S o well a t t yr d abroad so ill at ho m e
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S o well in C ha m bers in thy C hurch so ill , ,

As I can s car c e c all that reform d untill ’

This be reform d ; Wo ul d a whole State present

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A lesser gift than some one man hath sent?

And shall our C hurch unto our Spouse an d King ,

More hoarse m ore harsh than any other sing?

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For that we p ray w e praise thy nam e for t his

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Which by this M os es and this M iriam is

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Already done ; and as those Ps alme s we c all

( Though so m e have ot h er Authors ) D av ids a ll
S o though so m e h ave some m ay some Ps alme s translate
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We thy Sydne an Ps almes s hall celebrate ,

An d till we come th E xt emporall song to sing

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fi rs t hower that we see the King , ,

Who hath translated those translators ) may

These their swe et learned labours all the way ,

B e as our t uni ng that when hence we p art

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We m ay fall in with them and sing our part ,

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JOHN D ON N E Poems , ,
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Short ly after the death of the C ountess of Pembroke in 1 6 2 1 ,

John Donne in a long and characteristically fanciful poem

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Ps a lme s — that is the series of 1 5 0 verse translations o f the -

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Psalm s begun by Sir Philip Sidney and completed a fter hi s

death by his sister M ary C ountess of Pembroke These poe m s
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( for they are more than translations ) were known in m anu

s cript not only to Donne but to Fulke Greville Sa muel
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Daniel Ben Jonson Joseph Hall and Sir John Harington

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a m ong others yet th ey remained unprinted for more than

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two centuries and were only finally published in a lim ited ,

edition o f 25 0 copies in 1 8 23 The colle c tion has not been

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reprinted in its entirety s inTré th at d ate with the result that a

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fiue example of E liz abethan psalmody justly ad m ired in its ,

d ay is now largely unknown Sidney s editors ( C ros art F eui l

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lerat and most recently Professor William Ringler ) have quite

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p roperly printed only that portion of the c ollection w h i ch is

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t h e work of Sidney him self the fi rs t forty three Psalms In -
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evit ab ly this has meant the omission o f the major part o f the

c ollection major not only in bulk but in qualit y For as

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Gro s art him self vent ured to suggest the C ountess o f Pe m ,

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broke s Psalms ( 4 4 1 5 0 ) are infi nit ely in advance o f her
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brother s in thought epithet and m elo dy B riefly I wish to
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s uggest that they demand to be considered not o nly in the

m nt ex t of E li z abeth an psalmody but as s ignific ant and at ,

tractive poems in their own right Those written by the C ount .

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before 1 6 0 0 Donne we kn ow was familiar with th e c olle e

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tion an d there is an inherent li k elihood th at Herbert wh o

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was related and owed his living at Bemerton to the Pem
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bro k e fam ily also knew it Professor Louis Martz goes so far
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in d eed as to suggest that Sidney s translation of the Psalm s ’

( his remar k applies equally to his sister s s h are in the wor k )

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represents the closest approx 1mation to the poetry of Her

bert s Temple that can be found anywhere in prece d ing E ng
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The S ydnean Ps alme s are not in any useful sense of the ,
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term metaphysi c al ; but their strong energetic rhythms
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the expre s sive stan z a form s the insistent verbal p lay an d the , ,

preferen ce for a packed concise line im m ediately difle re nt iate ,

them fro m conventional E liz abethan psalmody The intention .

of Sidney and his sister is in fa ct strikingly and consciously

different from that of those earlier vers ifiers of the Psalms
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whose chief purpose was to suite the C apac itie o f the Vul
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ger The C ountess p lainly avows an artistic intention when
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on the title page to the joint work she reco mm en d s th e divers

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and sun dry kindes o f verse as m ore rare and excellent for ,

the method and varie tie then ever yet hath bene don in E ng
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b rating the S ydne an Ps alm e s scarcely disguises his c onte m pt

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for the m etrical versions o fiic ially allowe d in the C hurch ”

shall our C hurch More hoarse more harsh than any ,

other ,
Indeed many writers at this period com ,

plained of the poetic poverty of E nglish psalm ody when co m

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pared with what Bishop Hall d escribed as the d iligence and
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of the versions sung b y French and Dutch
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congregati o ns Nor did it seem any adequate excuse to Hall

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that the universally e mploye d versions of Ste rnh old and Hop !

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kins were written at a time when E nglish poetry was still rude
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The congregational singing of vers ifie d psalm s had of course 3

been an integral part o f the church servi c e since the early

years of E liz abeth s reign It was a practice that had been ; ’
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vigorously pro m oted by the Marian exiles at Geneva and a s s ,

1 M art L o uis L Th e Poet y of M e dit at ion N w H av n Yale zw

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U niver ity Pr s s 1 9 5 4 p 27 3
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p Ae ed T h e C o lle ct e d Po e ms
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B is h op of E e te nd N o wich L ive rpo ol 1 9 4 9 p 27 1

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early as March 1 5 6 0 one of their number John Jewel Bishop
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o f Salisbury reported on his re t urn to E ngland that th e

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G enevan custom had been very rapidly adopted in London

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ancl the provinces
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As soon as they had once c ommen ced

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singing in public in only one little church in London he
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wrote immediately not only the churches in the n eighbour
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hood but even the towns far distant began to vie with ea ch
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o ther in the same pra ctice You may now s ometimes s e e at .

Paul s C ross after th e serv ice six thousand persons o ld and

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young of both sexes all singin g together and praising C od
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A t this early date the congregation p resumably used what

was then th e largest generally ava ilable psalm book the -
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Anglo Genevan psalter o f 1 5 5 6 a collection of fifty one metri

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cal psalms by S ternh old Hopkins and Whittingha m B y 1 5 6 2 , ,

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all 1 5 0 Psalms had been ve rs ified and Th e Wh ole B ooke of “

Ps almes although of little or no po eti c merit w as soon em

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ployed in cathedrals and parish churches throughout the

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country for it had the virtue important politi cally in th e ,

early days o f the E li z abethan settlement o f being acceptable ,

to both Angli c an and Puritan elements wi th in the church It .

had already gone through forty editions at the time of Sidney s ’

death and by 1 621 the year in which the C o untess died

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close on one hundred and fift y editions had been published .

Its pla c e in the chur ch service re m ained unchallenged in fa ct

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until Tate an d Brady s New Version appeared in 1 6 9 6 B y ’
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1 8 2 8 when it fi nally ceased to be reprinted Th e Wh ole B ooke

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of Ps a lmes had a chi eved more than s ix hundred editions .

The S idneian Ps alms differ in thr ee obvious and important

respects from the Stem h old Hop kins psalter In the firs t pla ce -
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s t ylisti c ally they have an energy intensit y and emotional , ,

piquancy which are c onspicuously absent from th e pop ular

vers ion inventive metres and a vigorous synta x vividly in
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a w ay which t h e stereot yped

S t ernh old and Hopkins manif estly c annot Secondly .

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congregational ps ahn ody the neces sity to provide

a simple and easily memora b le text Vir t ually precludes any

attempt at s ubtlety the S idneian vers mns which were in

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tended prim arily for use in private devotions constantly bring ,

out and point the un d erlying allegorical] sense Si d ney and .

the C ountess of Pe m b ro ke hav e clearly m ade intelligent use

of a wealth of scholarly co mm entary that w as not so readily
accessible to the earlier psalm odists F inally instead of strait
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jacketing the Psalm s into a narrow range of sim ple stan z a

patterns they have d e vised a quite extraordinary variety of
forms each conform ab le to the em otional tenor of the in di
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vidual psalm The Sidne ian colle ction in brief is an attempt

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to answer the nee d increasingly voiced both within and out

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side the C hurch for a m ore adequate and expressive form of

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psalmody .

A co mparison of the C ountess of Pe mbroke s version of ’

Psalm 5 5 with the S t ernh o ld Hop kins ren d ering will brin g out
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m ost effectively the d ifferences The psalm as it appears in

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the Geneva Bib le of 1 5 6 0 en d s : And thou O Go d shalt
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bring the m downe into the pit of corruption the b lo oddie , 8 : 1

d eceitful m en shall not live halfe their dayes b ut l wil trust :

in thee .I n the lifeless end stoppe d li nes of Hop ki ns this be

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comes :
But God shall cast them deep in pit ,

That thirst for blood alway

H e will no guileful m an permit
To live out half his d ays .

Though such be q ui te de s troid and gone ,

In thee O Lor d I tru st :

I shall d epend thy grace upon ,

With all m y heart an d lust .

In contrast the C ountess not only retrie ves the latent poetical
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qualities of the bib lical verse b ut gives it a dra m atic and per m

sonal authority
But Lor d h ow long shall these men tarry here ?
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Fling them in pitt of d eath where ne ver shin d ’

The light of life ; and while I m ak e m y stay

O n thee let who their thirst with b lo u d allay
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Ha ve their life hol d ing threed so wea kly tw in d

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That it half s punne death m ay in sun d er s h e are

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The poetic urgency of the original is re d ee m e d in a w a y th

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patently isn t in the ’

Hopkins version ; the pressure o f
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the lines even suggests something of Donne s angular strength ’

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Both the Sidneys and Donne were in fact alive to the c om

p ara t ive ly re c ent discovery of the rabbin i c al scholars that the
Book of Ps ahn s was originally written in some form o f meas
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ure d verse The name Psalms
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being interpreted is nothing but songes The original B ook
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o f Psalms he con cludes is fully wri t ten in meeter as all
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learned Hebri cians agree although the rules be not yet f ully
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found Donne goes further and emphasi z es p arti cularly the

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economy of Hebre w poetry In a sermon prea ched at Lin coln s

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Inn in 1 6 1 8 he declared that hi s more parti cular reason for
preferring the Psalm s to any other part of th e O ld Testament
lay in th e fa c t that th ey w ere written in measured verse in ,
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a limited and a restrained form
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are numb red and measured and weighed
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as is both curious and requires diligence in the making an d

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then when it is mad e can have nothing no syllable taken

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from it nor added to it A third writer G eorge Wither
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adroitly c ounters an imaginary opponent s objection to the ’

ve rs ifi c a tio n o f th e Psalms by ar guing that a metri c al render

ing so far from dep riving the scriptu ral originals o f their grav
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ity restores to th em th eir former majesty How can th at
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speec h h e denied to have in it gravity he arg ues wherein , ,

every word and syllable mus t be considered in quantity and

number? or who c an bee so ignorant to thinke it s o but such , ,
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as are altogether stran gers to the Muses ? To all these writers
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the propriety o f translating the Psalms into m etrical verse w as

self evident
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The s ignific anc e o f the Sidneian collection I am s uggesting , ,

is primarily literary ; it represents one o f the earliest and most

ambitious a ttempts to gra c e E nglish psalmody with the fully
develope d resourc es o f the E lizabe than lyric while at the s ame
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fulne s of the Sence and the re lis h o f the
Sidney and his sister sought to t rans late
they migh t s tand up as p o ems in their own
purposes they had in m ind neither the
Version nor the Scottish psalter of 1 5 64
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can be regarde d as having any s ignific ant relev ance Both .

were designe d prim arily for congregational use an d b y d esign

restricted the m selves to a lim ited vocabulary an d to si mple ,

ob vious rhythm s ( More than a hundre d of the psalm s in the

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E nglish version of 1 5 6 2 also occur in the Scottish psalter ,

which d iffers c h ie fly in the inclusion of a rather larger num b er

of psalm s by Ke th e C raig Whittingha m and Pont ) Lik e the
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m etrical paraphrases of C rowley ( 1 5 5 0 ) and Matthew Park er ,

Archbishop of C anterbury ( 0 they ott er no literary .

interest .

Si dney and his sister too k their bearings rather fro m the , ,

work of t wo court poets Sir Tho m as W yatt and C l é m ent ,

Marot both of who m ha d d ie d at an early age in the 1 5 4 0 3

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They were writing that is to say in a consciously sophisticate d

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tradition and yet one that belonged to a period that had not
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been a ffecte d by the full im pact of the la vish o rnament aliz ed ,

Italianate style Wyatt s S e ven Penite ntia l Ps a lms posthu

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mo us ly publishe d in 1 5 4 9 were alm ost certainly known to

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Sidney and his circle They are frankly personal exhib it a

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wi d e and sophisti cate d vocabulary and are plainly and in , ,

the best sense the work of a courtly m a ker Wyatt s terz a

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rim a is continually ani m ate d by the acting out of a personally

experienced struggle In his version of Psalm 1 3 0 a jud iciously
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controlled rhetoric enforces dramatically the halting utter

ance of an anguishe d plea to God
F for lor d if thou do observe what m en o ffen d
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An d putt thy natyff m ercy in restraint ,

If just exaction de m aund recom pense ,

Who m ay endure 0 lor d ? Who shall not faynt ,

A t such ac o m pt ? Dre d an d not reverence ,

S h o ld so raine large But thou s e ke s rat h r love .

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Ff or in thy hand is m ercys res e de nc e ,

B y hope w h ero fi thou d ost our b ertes m ove 6

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It is a s 1milar stre ngth th e conjunction of a formal H eb rewf

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complaint with the vital presence of a b atfle d distinctive ,

E li z ab ethan voice that gl ve s the C ountess of Pemb r

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psalm ody its peculiar vigour :

6 C o llect ed Po ems o f S ir Th o mas W yatt , e d K e nne t h M uir,
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Ps alme to such Numbers as might most aptly expresse
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.In the im precatory Psalm 5 9 for example a stanz a o f , ,

varyin g line lengths ingeniously re fle c ts the restless m ovement

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of hounds who m hunger e nforc e th to run gad d ing about
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Abroad they range and hunt ap a c e

Now that now this , ,

As fam ine trailes a hungry trace ;

And th ough they miss ,

Yet will they not to kennell hye ,

But all the night at bay do lye .

Where as in the versions of S ternh old and Hopkins alternating

lines of eight and six syllables are made to serve all purposes ,

the C ountess of Pembroke varies her stan z a form acc ording

to the nature of her subject Psalm 78 a long historical nar .
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rative is appropriately cast in ottava rima the stan z a that

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Drayton chose to use in Th e Barons Wurf es b e cause of its ’

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majesty perfection and solidity O n the other hand an
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other group of psalms ( am ong them 64 72 74 88 and 1 3 9 ) , , , ,

have an alm ost H erb ertian deftness of touch There is for .

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instance an obvious continuity between the s ort of effect the

,

C ountess achieves in Psalm 8 8 :

Alas m y Lord will then be t yme

, , ,

W hen men are dead ,

Thy truth to spread ?

Shall they w h ome death hath s laine
, ,

To praise thee live a gaine ,

An d from their lowly lodgings clime ?

Shall buried mouthes thy mercies tell ?
Dust and decay
Thy truth display?
And shall thy w orkes o f mark
Shine in the dre adfu ll dark?
Thy Justice where oblivions dwell?
7 Op . c it .
, p . 16 .

8 l
G o din g , A rt h ur, t r . : Th e Ps a lmes o f D avid a nd O th ers . W ith
M J oh n C alvin s C ommenta ’

ries . 2 p
a rts . L o ndon : 157 1,
p . 226 .
I NTR ODU CT IO N xix
and the de c ep tively simple form employed by Herbert in
”
flict io n ( )
I V :

O h help m y God ! let not their p lot

,

Kill th em and me ,

And a ls o the e ,

Wh o art m y life : dissolve the knot ,

As th e s unne s c atters b y h is light

A ll the rebe lli on s o f th e ni ght .

“ ” “
Your ocular p ro p ortion writes Puttenh am doeth de clare
, ,

the nature o f the audible It is quite c lear that th e authors o f

.

the Sidneian colle cti o n no les s th an Herbert have delib erately

, ,

attem p ted to a cc ommodate the c ontour o f the strop he to th e

s ense o f the w ord s .

“
The S idn eian Psalm s it has been said constitute a schoo l
, ,
”
of E nglis h vers ifioation and T h e odore Spen c er h as des cribed
,
“ ”
them as ex ample s in Art Imitation and E xercise ; but ,
9
,

clearly they are s ometh ing Very much more th an this O ne of .

the most s ignifi c ant features o f the colle cti o n lies in th e w ay

the tw o poets es p eci ally th e C ountess o f Pembroke attemp t
, ,

to reveal by an a ccurate and intelligent us e o f the s cholarly

c ommentaries th e latent meanin g o f th e Hebrew original s and ,

f orce There is no reason to b e

.

the C ountes s o f Pembroke c ould

sertion to the contrary is uns ub
that they c are fully com pared the
Prayer Book psalter and
le the Geneva B ible o f,

Bible o f 1 5 6 8 They also co nsulted ( in

.

s o f G olding and G ilby ) th e elabo rate

Psalms o f C alvin and B ez e ; w e tre

tt : glish M etri cal Ps alms in th e S ix teenth C en
En
L it erary S ignifi cance H unt ingt on L ibrary Quar
,
“
3 M,ay 1 9 4 6 ; S pe nc e r T h e o d re T h e Po
,
etry o f o :

J ournal f
o E nglis h Lit e rary H is to ry, Vol . 1 2,
XX INTRODU CTIO N
quently find the C ountess of Pem broke in particular expand , ,

ing an d developing a bib lical im age where the comm entaries

give her authority to do s o In Psalm 1 3 9 for instance which .
, ,

is concerned with the ma rvel o f creation the fifte enth verse ,

o f the version on which C alvin s co mmentary is based reads ’

“
simply : M y strength which thou hast m ade in secret is not
hid from thee I was woven together in the lowest parts of
,

the earth C alvin s com m entary however expands the sig

.
’

, ,

nific anc e o f th e w eaving metaphor and explains at length the

“
comp arison of the mother s womb to what he calls the dark ’

”
denne of the tailor s workroom It is thi s elaboratio n of the
’

”
bibli cal image that gives rise to the metaphors of embrod ry ’

“ ”
and s ho p p in the C ountess of Pembroke s bold version ’

Thou m y back was beam wise laid

,
h ow -
,
\
An d raftring of my ribb s dost know ,

Know s t ev ry point
’ ’

O f bone and joynt ,

How to th is whole these partes did grow ,

In brave embrod ry faire araid ’

Though wrought in shopp both dark and low .

The C ountess has in a devotional sense meditated on the ;

, ,

text before her and the force of her version d erives from her :
,

sense of personal involvement ; she has ta k en into account C al l -

Vin s interpretation of the verse an d it is her capacity to ap g

’

,
-
u

p re c iat e the underlying mea ni ng that V iv ifi e s her lines F orl .

“
as Withe r co mments they who are ignorant of the A lleg ori a
,
-

c a ll senses of the Ps alme s are no wiser than such as are

'

”
ignorant of all that appert aine s unto them 10
What is s o .

striking about th e C ountess o f Pe mbro ke s versions is the way ’

in which they convey alive as it were the impulse and th e; , ,

force of the He b rew originals B y recreating the Psalm s as: .

E lizabethan poems the C ountess co m pels us to read them

,

afresh C onsider for instance the syntactical compression o z}

.
, ,

her ren d ering of Psalm 5 8 which d espite its ms ,

tion and the form al balance of phrase rem ains chal ,

unconventional
10 Op . c it , p. 1 04 .
IN TR ODU CT IO N
So make them m elt as the dis h ows e d s naile
O r as the E mbrio whose V it all band ,

B re ake s er it holdes and f orm le s s e eyes do faile

_
,

To see th e sun though brought to ligh tfull land

, .

The image o f the stillborn e mbryo has an im m ediacy that is

“
certainly not present in the formal metaphor o f the untimely
”
trute that w e find in both the Geneva and the Bishops Bible
’

It is a figure that takes its Vitality from the E li z abethan poet s ’

cap acit y to identify herself with the Hebrew lyrist s desire for ’

the destru ction of his enemies : in the images of th e crushed

snail and th e disintegrating embryo that desire is made p al
p abl e to the imagination The C ountess too w h ile
. a dh ering , ,

closely to the meaning o f th e originals h as given her psalms ,

strength by contriving to provide them as poems with an

argumentative mo m entum In this Fit ty eighth Psalm for in .
-
,

stance ( the various biblical versions are p rinted for comp ari
son on pp 3 4 4 . th e parallelistic struct ure of the Hebrew
verse has been abandoned and a de ft redistribution o f em ,

phases has given the poem a compellin g rhetorical structure .

“
The challenging question with whi ch the poem opens An d ,
”
call yee this to utter what is just P is rebutted with
“
equal force by the s c athing 0 no —
o f the fifth line the
”
insertion of the exclamatory 0 gives a chara cteristically per
“ ”
sonal weight to the merely conne ctive N ay of the Bishops ’

B ible reading All th e subtle art o f the E lizabethan lyrist

.

“
contributes to the effect The hi ssing alli teration of s killfull s t
’

”
spells is not simply ornamental ; it has in the context of the ,

snake imagery a peculiar ap p ositeness Similarly the taut an

,
.

“ ”
t ith e s is of Just to your selves indiff rent else to none provides
’

a tension that is both dramatic and de c is ive W hat Professor .

Martz has characterized as th e pecu li ar s ignific anc e of Sid

“
ney s forty three psalms the attempt to bring the art of the
’
- —

E lizabethan lyri c into the service of psalmody and to perform ,

this insuch a way that it ma kes the psalm an intimate p er ,

”
sonal cry of the soul to Go d 11 —
applies it must be emph a ,

size d with even greater force to the psalms of the C ountess

,

of Pembroke .

That th e trans lation o f the Bible enriched th e resources o f

11 Op . c it .
, p . 273 .
XX INTRODU CTIO N
quently find the C ountess of Pembroke in particular expand , ,

ing and developing a biblical i m age where the co mm entaries

give her authority to do s o In Psalm 1 3 9 for instance which .
, ,

is concerned with the marvel of creation the fifte enth verse ,

o f the version on whi ch C alvin s co mm entary is based reads ’

“
simply : M y strength which thou hast m ade in secret is not
hid from thee I was woven together in the lowest parts o f
,

the earth C alvin s co mm entary however expan d s the sig

.
’

, ,

nifi c anc e o f th e w eaving metaphor and explains at length th e

“
comp arison of the mother s womb to what he calls the dark ’

”
denne o f the tailor s workroom It is thi s elaboration of the
’

”
bibli c al image that gives rise to th e metaphors o f embrod ry ’

“ ”
and s ho p p in the C ountess o f Pembroke s bold version ’

Thou m y back was beam wise laid

,
h ow -
,

An d raftring of m y rib b s dost know ,

Know s t ev ry point
’ ’

O f bone and joynt ,

H ow to th is whole these partes did grow ,

In brave embrod ry faire araid ’

Though wrought in shopp both dark and low .

The C ountess has in a devotional sense meditate d on the

, ,

text before her and the force of her version derives from her
,

sense o f personal involvement ; she has taken into account C al

vin s interpretation of the verse and it is her capacity to ap
’

p rec ia t e the underlying mea ni ng that V iv ifi e s her lines F or .

,
“
as Wither c omme nts they who are ignorant of the A lleg ori ,

c a ll senses of the Ps almes are no wiser than such as are

”
ignorant o f all that appert aines unto them 10
W hat is so .

strikin g about th e C ountess o f Pembroke s versions is the way ’

in which they c onvey alive as it were the impulse and the , ,

forc e o f the Hebrew originals By rec reating the Psalms as ; .

E lizabethan poems the C ountess co m pels us to read them

,

afresh C onsider for instance the syntactical compression of

.
, ,

her rendering of Psalm 5 8 which d espite its ms is t ent allit era ,

tion and the form al balan c e of phrase rem ains challengingly ,

unconventional
10 Op . c it .
, p. 1 04 .
INTR ODU CTIO N
So m a ke them m elt as the dis h ows e d s naile
O r as the E mbrio whose V it all band ,

B reake s er it holdes and f orm le s s e eyes do faile ,

To see th e sun though brought to ligh tq land

, .

The image o f the stillb orn e m bryo has an im m ediacy that is

“
certainly not present in the fo rmal metaphor o f the untimely
”
trute that w e find in both the Geneva and the Bishops Bible
’

a figure th at takes its Vitality from the E liz abethan poet s ’

cap acity to identify herself with the Hebrew lyr ist s des ire for ’

th e destruction of his enemies : in the images of th e crus hed

snail and the disintegrating embryo that desire is made pal
p ab le to the imagination The C ountess too while .adhering , ,

closely to the mea ni ng o f th e originals h as given her psalm s ,

strength b y contriving to provide them as poems with an

argumentative momentum In this Fitty eighth Psalm for in .
-
,

stance ( the various biblical versions are p rinted for compari

son on pp 3 4 4 . the parallelistic structure of th e Hebrew
verse has been abandoned and a cle ft redistribution o f em ,

phases h as given the poem a compel ling rhetorical structure .

“
The challenging question with whi ch th e poem opens And ,
”
call yee thi s to utter what is just P is rebutted with
“
equal force by the scathing 0 no o f the fifth line the
—
”
insertion of the e x clamatory 0 gives a chara cteristically per
“ ”
sonal w eight to the merely conne ctive N a y of th e Bishops ’

B ible reading All th e subtle art o f the E lizabethan lyrist

.

“
cont ributes to the effect The hissing alliteration of s killfull s t
’

”
spells is not simp ly ornamental ; it has in the context o f the ,

snake image ry a peculiar appositeness Similarly the taut an

,
.

“ ”
t ith e s is o f Just to your selves indifi rent else to none provides
’

a tension that is both dramatic and decis ive W hat Professor .

Martz has characterized as the peculiar s ignific ance of Sid

“
ney s forty three psalms the attempt to bring the art o f the
’
- —

E lizabethan lyri c into the service of psalmody and to perform ,

thi s in su ch a way that it makes the psalm an intim ate p er ,

”
sonal cry of th e soul to God 11
applies it m ust be emph a -
,

sized with even greater force to the ps ahn s of the C ountess

,

of Pembroke ,

That the translation o f the Bible enriched the resour ces o f

11 Op . c it .
, p . 27 3 .
xxii INTRODUCT ION
the E nglish language is a truism ; but to read thro ugh this
E lizabeth an p arap hra s e is to reali z e a fresh the impa ct o n
E nglis h vers e o f the au da cious and o ften bizarre imagery of
th e an cient Hebrew poets We h ave here in f act a for ce that
.

di re c tly challenge s the predominantly It ali anate t as te o f th e

p eri o d nor s hould we un derestimate the element o f verb al
,

s ur p ris e t hat th e Hebre w images undoubtedly p rovide In .

s te ad o f th e c onventional and p redominantly Pe t rar chan im

a gery s o ch ar acteristi c of late E li z abethan Vers e w e en co un ter ,

here the curious s pe cificity that ( in P s alm 1 4 1 ) defines the

de cay of th e body in terms o f q uarry ing
bones . my ,

Soe br oken hewn di spers t as least respe cted stones

, , , ,

B y c areless Mason drawn from caves o f w orthles s quarry

or in Psalm 74 ) c om p ares the desecration o f th e temp le

t o the destruction of th e forest
men with ax e o n arrne
As
To s o me thick forres t s warme ,

T o lo pp th e trees which stately s tand

Th e y to th y temple flock ,

And s po ili ng cutt and knock ,

Th e curious worke s of carving h and .

Of Hebrai c ori gin t o o are th e arresting openings of ma ny o f

, ,

—
thes e p salm s surely one of the verbal qualities th at particu
larly a ttracted Donn e :

Tyrant , why sw e l s t thou thus ( Ps alm

’

, 52)

N ot us I s ay not us ( Psalm 1 1 5 )
, ,

Sure Lord, , th y self art just ( Psalm ,

1 19 s [ ])
F ar from being s imply an exercise in artistic ingenuity the s e ,

trans lati o n s into verse attempt to reprodu ce th e very accent

of th e o riginals The e x igen cie s o f th e metre in fac t far from
.
,

e nfe eblin g e nfo rc e th e me aning As With er arguing for th e

, .
,

prop riety o f metri c al trans lation emphas ized : ,

th e Languag e o f th e M us es in whi ch the Ps almes ,

Were O riginally written is not s o pro p erly expres t in the

,
xx iv INTRODUCTIO N
pre f ace t o Ps a lms of D avid I mitat ed in t he Langua ge of
h is
t h e N e w Tes tament ( L o nd o n 1 7 1 9 ) help s to e xplain h ow ,
“
thi s c ame about Th e Ps alms o f David Watt s ar g ued
. ex , ,

p re ss nothing but the C haracter the C on cerns and th e Re , ,

”
ligion of the J ewis h King H ow he asked c an a C hristian .
, ,
“
wors hipp er assume the w ords o f D avid when our C ondition
of Lif e our Time Pl ac e and Reli gi o n are s o vastly di ff erent
, , , ,
”
from those of David ? In versi fying the Psalms Watts felt ,
“ ”
b o und t o blunt th e edges o f D avid s sharp invectives ’

a gainst hi s personal enemies and to bring the sublim er ex ,

“
pre s sions o f faith and love within the Reach o f an ordinary
Christian Moreove r he deliberately modified w ords th at
.
,
“
im p lied s om e p ec uliar Wants or D is t re s ses giving them a ,
“
br o ader appli c ati o n s uited to the general C ircumstan ces of
M en Within th e terms o f this stated design Watts s p salms
.
”
,
’

and h ymns like thos e of the later eighte enth century hymn
,
-

writers Charles Wesley Smart Newto n and C owp er are

, , , , , ,

at their be s t admirab le achi eve ment s Unfor t unately h ow

, t .
,

ever th e gradual dis plac ement o f p salm singing b y an in

,

cre as ingly s entimental hymnody us h ered in a vastly inferior

form of chur ch s ong When in 1 8 6 1 H ymns A ncient and

.

M odem w as p ublished th e distinguished hymns o f poets o f

,

e arlier c enturie s w ere but meagrely ren res ent e d .

It was in f a ct the poverty o f Vi ctorian hymnody that

“
ca us ed Ruski n t o valu e s o highly what h e c alled the Sidney
Psalter He pos sess ed a c opy of th e 1 8 23 edition and s poke
.

“
of it with p ard o nable ex travagance as a c lassi c al model o f
”
the E nglis h language at the time o f its culm inating perfe ction .

In 1 8 7 7 h e publi sh ed a selection o f th e Sidneian Psalms in a

volume entitled Rock H oneyoomb H e d oes not distin g uish b e .

t ween th e wo rk of Sidne y and th at of the C ountes s o f Pem

broke but hi s comments are no less c ogent for that He wrote
, .

Whereas a modern version i f it only clothe itsel f in what ,

the auth or supp o se s to be genteel lan guage is thought ,

p erfe ctly satis f actory though the said genteel language

,

mean ex a ct ly the contrary o f what David meant Sir ,

-

Philip will u s e any c owboy s or tinker s words if only they ’ ’

help him to s ay pre cisely in E nglish what Davi d said in

Hebrew : impressed the while himself s o vividly b y th e
, ,
INTR ODUCTIO N XXV

m aj e sty of the thought itself that no tink er s language

’

can lower it or vulgari z e it in his m in d An d again while .

, ,

the mo d ern paraphraser will put in anything that hap

pens to stri ke his fancy to fill in the fag end of a ,
-

stan z a but never thin ks of expan d ing or illustrating the

,

m atter in hand Si dney if the thought in his original

, ,

appears to him pregnant and partly latent instantly , ,

breaks up hi s vers e into frank er and fuller i llustration ; but

_

never adds a syllable of any other m atter to fi ll even ,

the m ost hungry g a p of v erse .

In an early issue of F 0119 Gla vig em ( No ve mber 1 8 72 ) he ex

“
pressed his a dm iration m ore tersely : You m ay not like th is
old E nglish at firs t ; but if you can find anyb o d y to read it
”
to you who has an ear its cadence is m assy an d grand
,
.

Although Sidney s v e rs ifi c ation of the firs t forty three

’
-

Psalms must obviously have been com pleted before hi s de

parture for the Netherlands in autumn 1 5 8 5 there has been ,

no general agreem ent as to whethe r the translation is to be

regarded as a relatively late work ( as Professor William
“
Ringler argues ) or on the c ontrary as his earliest i mportant
, ,
”
task as Theo d ore Spencer suggests ) Ringler tentatively as .
,

signing it to the years 1 5 8 4 5 supports his conjecture with

—
,

a reference to the co mm ent of a m e m ber of the Pembro k e

househ old Tho m as M oHe t who implies that the Psalms were
, ,

written after the A rcadia and A s troph zl and S te lla ” This ’

.
,

the only positive e vidence we possess can scarcely be re ,

gar d ed as conclusive Moffet in what is essentially an ane o

.
,

dotal and morali z ed biography of Sidney ( written in

merely indicates that in later life Sidney turned fro m lighter
to more austere subjects among which he includ es the ( now ,

lost ) translation o f D u Bartas La S epmaz ne and the Psalms ’ ’

The chr onology that M ofi e t suggests provides for his purpose

a convenient moral pa t tern an d it would be d angerous to ,

attach too much weight to what is after all only a p assing

referen c e O n the other hand as Ringler points out certain
.
, ,

13 Virgil B and Huds on H oyt H e ds : N ob ilis

H eltz e l ,
.
, ,
. .

S an M arino C alif o n ia H un t in gt o n L ib a y Public at ions

,
r : r r , 1 94 0 ,
“
1 2 F o r A s tr o h il c f Rin le r s e ditio n
” ’

p. .
p g
, p 4 5 8
.
, . .
xxvi IN TR ODU CTIO N
striking similarities of phras mg ( notably in Psalm 4 and 29 )
do suggest that Sidney had acces s to B ez e s prose paraphrase ’

o f the Psalms published London Sidney s h re ’

( s ,a

in trans lating the Psalms m ost critics have a greed is decid

, ,

e dly inferior to that of his sister and if only on stylis ti c

, ,

grounds ( admittedly a dangerous gui de ) I am inclined to

believe that they were written before As trophil and S t ella .

The C ountess of Pe mbroke did not attempt to com p lete

Sidney s work until several years after his death Her heavily
’

revised w orking copy o f the Psalms although now lost was , ,

c are fully transcribed ( complete with marginal emendations

and in s tru ctions to her scribe ) b y Dr Samuel Woodford in .

1 6 9 4 5 It shows that she mo difi e d the fi n al stanzas of seven

— .

of Sidney s vers ions ( Psalms 1 1 6 22 23 26 29

’

, , but , , , ,

in recasting her brother s work the C ountess was understand

’

ably c autious and it is in her own p oems that the most ra di

,

c al revision o c curs More than thirty o f her own versions she

.

co mpletely rewrote and i t is possible to tra ce in th e s urviving

,

manus cripts the successive stages by whi ch she arrived at her

final versions Among others Psalms 4 4 5 5 5 8 6 4 6 9 and
.
, , , , , ,

8 6 were all im measur ably im proved b y subsequent redrafting .

The earliest re ference to her work is Samuel Daniel s nota:

’

“
ble tribute to her Hymnes c ontained in an address prefix e d
to hi s C leopatra ( Stationers Register O ctober 1 5 9 3 ) His re f
’

erence indic ates that the C ountess psalm s had already been’

s tarted by this date The relevant stanz as are s uffi c ient ly in

.

t eres ting to be worth quoting in full

Tho s e Hymnes whi ch thou dost c onsecrate to he aven ,

Wh i ch Israels Singer to his God did fram e :

Unto thy y oy c e E ternitie hath given ,

And makes thee de are to him from whence they c a me .

In them must rest thy venerable name ,

S o long as Sions G od rema ineth honoured ;

And till confusion hath all z eale bereaven ,

And murthere d Faith an d Temples ruined

,
.

Bythis ( great L a dy ) thou must then be knowne ,

When Wilt on lies low levell d with the ground : ’

And thi s is that whi ch thou maist call thine owne ,

Whi ch s acrilegious Time ca nnot conf ound ;

INTR ODU C TI O N
Heere thou s urviv s t thy selfe heere thou art foun d ’

O f late suc c eeding ages fresh in fa m e : ,

Thi s monum ent cannot be ove rthrowne

Where in eternal] Brasse remaine s thy N a m e
, .

This is un d oubte d ly a reference to the C ountess translation ’

but Daniel who was e m ploye d as tutor at Wilton ( probab ly

,

from 1 5 9 1 to would have known the work whi le it

was s till in progress and we need not infer that it was already
,

completed by this d ate O ne of the extant m anuscripts now .

,

in the possession of Dr B E Juel Jensen is prefaced by a . . .

-
,

dedic atory poem to Q ueen E li z abeth and bears the date

“ ”
1 599 which as Professor Ringler suggests probably indi
, ,

cates th e year in which the work was finally completed The .

assertion of the e d itor of the 1 8 23 edition that the Penshurst

M S was transcribe d during the reign of Ja m es I is clearly
.

incorrect for the Juel Jensen M S was copied fro m it Sir John
,
-
. .

Harington knew the C ountess psalm s and in a letter dated ’

Dece mb er 29 1 6 0 0 sent her truly de vine translation of th ree

, ,

of Davids ps alme s ( 5 1 1 0 4 and 1 3 7 ) to Lucy C ountess of , , ,

Be d ford In his Trea tis e on Pla ye ( not printe d until 1 7 7 9 ) he

.

comm ents with an allusion to Daniel s tribute on the curious

,
’

failure of the C ountess to publish her Psalm s :

Seeing it is allre a dy proph ec ie d those precious leves
( those hi m s that she d oth consecrate to Hea v en ) shall
o wt la s t W ilton walls m e e t hinke it is pit t y they are un
,

p u b ly s h e d but lye still inclosed

,
within those walls lyke
p ro s o n e rs though m any ,
ha v e m a d e great s u yt f or t h e yr

liberty .

In fact although the S ydne an Ps almes were not printed

,

during the C ountess of Pembro k e s lifetim e manuscript copies ’

circulated wi d ely in court circles and they were proba b ly

sung occasionally in private d evotions ( A fragm entary manu .

script in the British Museu m A d d M S 1 5 1 1 7 contains tw o , . .

,

of her psalm s 5 1 an d 1 3 0 set to m usic for treble voi ce with

, ,

tablature for lute ) Although many of the sur viving manu

.

scripts bear only Sidney s na m e on the title p a g e the C ount ’

ess m ajor role in the tra nslation seems to ha v e been generally

’

recogni z e d by conte m poraries Ben Jonson in fact ( referring .

 I NTR ODU CT IO N
to th e firs t forty three Psalms ) had to assure Dru mmond o f
-

“
Hawth ornden that Sidney had translated some o f the Ps almes
whi ch went abroad under the name of the C ountes s e o f
”
Pembro ok O f her other works little remains possibly a sub
.
—

s t antial amount o f her verse exists unid e ntifi e d in manu

“
s cri p t Her terz a rima translation of Petrarch s Triumph o f ’
.

”
D eath was printed for the firs t time in 1 9 1 2 and apart from ,
“
Astre a ( a pastoral di alo g ue in praise o f E li z abeth printe d
in Davison s P oetical Rhaps ody
’
only t wo published
w orks can definit ely be attributed to the C ountess : A nt onius ,

a pseudo classi c al tra gedy tr anslated from the French o f Rob

e rt G arnier ( 1 5 3 4 9 0 ) and A D is cours e of Life and D eat h
—
,

an elegant pr o se translation o f a work by Philip du Plessis

M ornay ( 1 5 4 9 Both were written in 1 5 9 0 and first
pub lished ( bound together ) in 1 5 9 2 Subsequent editions of .

the combined work were printed at re g ular intervals between

1 6 0 0 and 1 6 0 8 and a separate edition o f the p lay entitled
, ,

Th e Trag edie of A nt onie appeared in 1 5 9 5 Its s ignific anc e ,

.

“ ”
and its kins hi p with a group o f classical dramas by Daniel ,

Kyd F ulke Greville B randon and Ale x ander is fully dis

, , ,

cu ssed b y A M Witherspoon and more generally by T S

.
14
.
, , ,
.

“ ”
E liot in Sene c a in E liz abethan Translation 15
.

Much h as been written o f th e C o untess of Pem broke and

“
her circle but in fac t the actual inform ation we possess is
, ,

to s ay the least meagre B y far the most reliable and c om

,
.

p etent a ccount o f her life is contained in Fran ces Berkeley

Young s biography ( M ary S idney C ount es s of P embroke
’

, ,

Lo ndon ,
Fourteen o f her letters s urvive addressed to ,

Sir Robert C e cil Sir Julius C aesar Sir Tobie Mat

thew Lord Burghley Sir E dward Wo t ton Lady Barbara , ,

Sidney and Q ueen E lizabeth O n these and the tributes o f

,
.

the many poets to whom she a cted as patron rests our s c anty ,

kno wledge o f the det ails of her li fe From 1 5 7 7 when at the .

,

a ge of fift e en she marrie d Henry Herbert 2nd E arl of Pem ,

broke until 1 6 0 1 the year of her husband s death she lived

’

, , ,

at Wilton near Salisbury and ( more occasi onally ) at B ay

, ,

1 4 With e s oo n A M T h e I nfluenc e of R ob e rt G a rnie o n E liz a r

p r , . . :

b et h an D rama N w H av n Yal U nivers ity Pre s s

. e 9 24 e : e ,
1 .

15 I n S e le ct e d E s a s b T S E liot N ew York H a co u t B ra c e : r r
y y s ,
. . .
,

and C o 1 9 3 2 1 9 5 0 ; L o ndo n F ab er and F ab er 1 9 3 2 1 9 5 1

.
, ,
: , , .
I NTR ODU CTIO N xxix
nar d s C astle their Lon d on residence Wilton it is clear was
’

, .
, ,

a centre of genuine literary acti vity d uring these years Daniel .

spea k s of ha ving been firs t encouraged to write by the C ount

ess and e ven m ore s ignific ant ly of ha ving re c ei v ed the firs t
, ,

notion for the form al] ordering of those co m positions at Wil

“
t on which
, he adds I m ust ever ack nowledge to hav e been
, ,

m y best sch oole and thereof alw aye s am to holde a feeling

a n d gra t e full m emorie Besides Daniel a num ber of m inor
‘

.
,

p oets were m e m be rs of the Pe m broke household among them ,

Tho m as Howell Nich olas Breton Tho m as Churchyard and

, , ,

Abraham Fra unc e O thers who paid tribute to the C ountess

.

a nd possibly enjoyed her patronag e include Barnabe Barnes ,

Michael Drayton ( in his I dea; Th e S h eph eard s G arla nd ) ’

and the celebrated C hapel Royal m usician Tho m as Morley , .

Spenser s de d ication of his Ruine s of Time ( 1 5 9 1 ) to the

’

“
C ountess ( to who m I ac k nowledge myself bounden by manie
singular favours and graces m ay indicate a relationship
similar to that enjoyed by Daniel ; on the other hand W illiam ,
“
Browne the author of the well known epitaph to Sidney s
,
-
’

”
sister Pembroke s mother was probably too young ever to
,
’

have recei ved her friendshi p or patronage Needless to say .

,

all generaliz ations about the C ountess of Pe mbroke s circle ’

m ust be treated with considerable caution in the absence of

more convincing evidence After the d eath o f her husband in .

1 6 0 1 tributes to her s ignifi c an t ly diminish and it is apparent

, ,

that her eldest son William Herb ert 3 rd E arl of Pembro ke

, , ,

took o ver her role as patron In later years her health de .

c line d and be t w een 1 6 1 and 6 1 6 she was frequently at

3 1

S p a the celebrated resort near Li eges in the Ardennes She

,
.

finally died of s m allpox at her London residence in Al d ersgate

Street on Septe m ber 25 1 6 2 1 at t h e age of fift y nine , ,
-
.

Although eight Pemb roke an psalm s found a m ong S ir John ,

H aringt o n s papers were published by H Harington in

’

.
,

N ug a e A nt iquae ( London 1 7 79 ) and two in Z ou c h s M em

’

oirs of t h e Life and W rit ing s of S ir Ph ilip S id ne y ( New York ,

1 8 0 8 ) the only s ign ifi c ant references to her Psalm s during the

two cen t uries following her death occur in Addison and

Steele s Gua rdian ( April 1 1 7 1 3 ) and in Ba llard s garrulous
’

,
’
XXX I NTR ODU CTIO N
M emoirs f S e ve ra l L adies of G reat B rit ain ( O xford
o 1 752) ,

Then in June 1 8 2 1 Dr Henry C otton of C hrist C hurch O x

, .
,

ford the owner o f a manuscript p ublished an article in Th e

, ,

C hris tian R emembra ncer in which he clai m ed f or the Psalms

“
of Sir Philip Sidney and his sister a nerve and energy a poetic ,

spirit that might have disarmed even if it could not extort ,

praise from the fastidious Warton himself C otton did not

, .

withhold hi s enthusiasm for the collection How or by what .

s trange mean s it has ha p pened that this version has slept in

”
unmerited obscurity f or nearly tw o centuries and a half he ,
“
wrote I am utterly at a loss to divine His championship o f
, .

the poems led to the eventual publication of the C h iswi ck

Press edition ( edited b y S W Singer ) in 1 8 23 This little . . .

volum e despite its limited cir culation continued to attract

, ,

attention through out th e nineteenth century Appraisals sup .

,

p orted b y amp le quotation appeared in Nathan Drake s ,

’

M om ings in S pring ( London in John Holland s Th e ’

Ps a lmis ts of B ritain ( London and more notably in ,

G eorge Ma c donald s admirable study o f religious verse E ng

’

land s A ntiph on ( London 1 8 6 8 ) where the collection is dis

’

cus sed in the c ontext o f chapters on Herbe rt and Donne Sub .

s tant ial sele c tions of both Sidney s and the C ount e s s of ’ '

Pembroke s Psalm s a ppeared in Farr s anthology of S elect

’ ’

P oetry c hiefly D evot iona l of t h e Reig n of Q ueen E liz ab et h

, ,

ublished by the Parker Society in and in Ru k n s ’

(p 1 8 45 ) s i
R oc k H oneyc omb but since that date the colle ction
has again fallen into obscurity .

Modern indifference to s criptural verse may re flect accu

rat e ly enough the preo ccu p ations literary and otherwise o f , ,

the ag e Yet we s houl d be wrong to draw the conclus ion th at

.

thi s indifferenc e is a s pec ifi cally modern phenomenon Writ .

in g in 1 6 1 9 Wither whose P reparat ion t o t h e Ps a lt er is a

, ,

e of enterta iningly p resented information on E liz abethan

and Jacobean psalmody felt bound t o comment on the failure
,

of literary men in his day to appreciate the poeti c qualities

o f the Psalms

For if any man enter into discourse concerning ,

the ex c elle ncie of these Ps almes ; you may heare them

p erhaps f or fashi on sake sa
, y Th e y are g o o d t h ing s or , ,
xxx ii INTR ODU CTION
the purposes o f comp arison and collation thi rteen o f the four
teen surviving manuscripts A small num b er of verbal em enda
.

tions ( listed on p 3 5 9 ) have been made in the case o f m ani

.

fest errors I have e xp anded all contractions and followed

.

modern usage m c apitaliz ing the initial letter of ea ch line .

With regard to spellin g I have not preserved the long S and

,

have moderniz ed the treatment of I and J and U and V A .

number of emendations have also been made where an irre gu

larity o f s pelling is likely to cause con fusion ( to for t oo t h en ,

f or tha n and the s uffix es for es s ) ; otherwise th e E liz ab e

,
- -

than spelling has been carefully preserved The punctuation .

of the Psalms presents a peculiar difficulty for though th e ,

Pens hurst M S is more adequately punct uated than the ma

.

j o rit y o f t h e extant manuscripts it c onta ins a large n umber o

,
f
omissions and manifest errors While adhering as far as p ossi.

ble to the punctuation of the Penshurst M S I have for this .

reason not h esitated to make a relatively large number of edi

t orial emendations In hi s indispensa b le edition o f Th e P o ems
.

of S ir Ph ilip S idne y ( O xford Professor Rin gler has

,

sought to recons truct as accurately as possible t h e original

, ,

wording of Sidney s Psalms 1 4 3 by eliminating the C ountess

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of Pe mbroke s later reV 15 1ons My aim on the other hand h as

’
.
, ,

been to present th e finally revised form o f th e text I need .

hardly add that in a volume of this scope it is not p ossible to

provide wh at woul d ne c essarily be a very bulky apparatus of
variant readings The purpose of this edition will have been
.

served if it succeeds in m ak ing this collection available to a

much larger publi c than it has hitherto achieved .

1.C A R a.t h m e ll .

Ch ris t s C o lle g e, C ambridg e

’
 TO t h e A ng ell s pirit of t h e mos t ex c ellent

S ir Ph illip S idne y

To thee pure sprite to thee alone s addres t

,
’ ’

this c oupled w orke by double int res t thine

,
’

Firs t rais de by thy blest hand and what is mine

’

insp ird by thee thy s e cre t t power impres t

,
.

S o dar d m y Muse with thine it selfe c ombine

’

as mortal] s tufi e with that which is divine ,

Thy lightning beames give lustre to the rest ,

Th at h ea ven s King may daign e his owne trans form d

’ ’

in substance no but s up erfic iall tire

,

by th ee put on ; to prais e not to aspire ,

To those high Tons so in themselv es a dorn d

, ,
’

which Angells sing in th eir c aeles tiall Q uire ,

and all of tongues with soule an d voice admire

Th e is e sacred Hymnes thy Kinglie Prophet form d
’

Oh had th at soule which honor brought to rest

,

too soone not left and reft the world o f all

wh at man could s howe whi ch wee per fection c all
,

This half m aim d pee c e had sorted with the best

’

D e epe w ounds enlarg d long f e s tre d in their gall

’

fresh blee d ing smart ; not e ie but hart teares fall .

Ah m e m orie what needs this new arrest ?

xxxvi
Yet here behold ( oh wert thou to behold ! )
,

this finis h t now thy m at c h les s e Muse b e gunne

’

, ,

the rest but pe e c t as left by thee undone

’

, .

Pardon ( oh blest soule ) presumption too too bold

if love and z eale such error ill beco m e -

‘
tis z ealous love Love which hath ne v er d one
, ,

Nor can enough in world of wor d s u nf ol d .

And sithe it hath no furt her scope to goe ,

nor other purpose but to honor thee ,

Thee in thy w orke s where all the Graces bee ,

As little s tre am e s with all their all doe flowe

to their great sea due tri b ute s gratefull fee
,
’

so press my thoughts m y burthened th ough tes mee ,

To pay the debt of Infi nit s I owe

To thy great worth ; exceeding Nature 5 store ,

wonder o f m en sole b orne perfection s kinde

,
’

Phoenix thou wert so rare thy fairest m inde

,

He av nly a dorn d E arth j us t lye might adore

’ ’

, ,

where truthful] praise l n highest glorie shin de ’

Fo r there alone was praise to truth c o nfi n de ;

’

And where but there to live for e v ermore ?,

O h ! when to this Accompt th is cast upp Su mme , ,

this Reckoning m ade this Audit of m y woe , ,

I call my thoughts whence so strange pas s wns flowe ;

,

Howe wo rke s my hart m y s e nc es strik en dum be ?

,

th at would thee m ore then ever hart could showe , ,

and all too short who kuewe thee best d oth knowe
There lives no witt that m ay thy praise beco m e .
Truth I invoke who s corne el s e where to m ove
or here in ough t my blo od should p arti alize )
Truth s acred Truth Thee s ole to solemnize
, ,

Th ose precious righ ts well knowne best miude s a pp rove

and who but doth h ath wis dome s o p en eies
,
’

not owly blinde th e fairest light s till flies

C onfi rme no les se ? A t least tis s c al d above
’ ’

Wh ere thou art fixt among thy f ellow ligh ts

‘

my day p ut o ut m y life in darkenes c as t

, ,

Thy An gell s s oule with hi ghest Angells plao t

’ ’

There bles s ed sings enjoying h e av n delights ’

-

thy Maker s praise : as f arr from e arthy tast

’

as h ere thy workes so w orth ilie embrac t ’

B y all o f w orth where never E nvie bite s

, .

As goodly buildings to s ome glorious ende

cut o f by f ate be fore th e Gra c es b adde
,

e ach wondrou s p art in all their b eauties c ladde ,

Yet s o mu ch done as Art c ould not amende ;

,

S o thy rare w orkes to which no witt can adde ,

in all men s eies wh ich are n o t blin dely madde

’

, ,

B eyonde co m pare above all prais e ex tende , .

Immortal ] Monuments of thy f aire fam e ,

th ough not c ompleat n o r in the rea ch of th ought

, ,

howe on th at p as s ing p eece time would have wrought

Had H eav n so spar d th e life o f lif e to frame
’ ’

th e rest? B ut ah ! suc h losse hath this w orld ought

can equal] it ? or whi ch like greevance brought?
Yet th ere will live thy ever p raised name .
To which dearest oilrings of my hart
th eis e
dis s olv d to Inke while penn s im pressions move
’ ’

the bleeding veines o f never dying love :

I render here : these wo unding lynes of smart
sadd Ch aracters indeed o f simple love
not Art nor skill which abler wits doe prove ,

O f my full s oul e receive the meanest part .

Receive th eis e Hymnes t h eis e obsequies receive ;

,

if an y marke of thy sweet sprite appe are ,

w ell are they borne no title else shall beare

, .

I c an n o more : Deare Soule I take my leave ;

S orrow e still s trives w ould mou nt thy highest sphere
,

presuming so just cause might meet thee there ,

O h h appie chaunge ! could I so take m y le ave .

B y the S is ter of t ha t
I nc omparab le S id ney
 PS AL M 1 B EA T US VI R

H ee blessed is who neither lo osely tre ade s

The s trayinge steppes as wi cked c ounsel] le ades
,

N e for bad mates in waie o f S inninge waiteth ,

N or yett hi ms elf with idle Scorners s eateth

B ut on G ods lawe hi s hartes delight doth binde
Whi ch ni ght and daie h ee calls to marking minde .

Hee s h alb e like a freshly planted t ree

To whi ch sw e e te Springes o f waters N eighb o urs
Whos e braun che s faile not timely fruit to nouris h
N or withered lea fe s hall make it faile to flourish .

S o all the thinges w h ert o that man d o th bend

Shall prosper still with well su c ceeding end
-
.

N ot soe th e wi cked ; B utt like chaff with wind

S catt re d s hall neith er stay in Judgment fin d
’

N o r with th e just bee in th eir meetings p la c ed

,

F o r good mens waies by God are knowne and gra c ed .

B utt wh o from Justice s innfully doe stray ,

Th e way the y goe shall be their ruins way

, .
PS A LM 2 Q U A R E F R E M U E R U N T G EN TE S

Wh at ayle s this he athenish rage ? What doe these people

To mutter murmurs va ine ? [ mean e

Why doe th es e earth ly kinges and lordes s u ch meeting

,

And couns ell j oyntly take [ m ake

A ga ins t th e lorde o f lordes the lorde o f every th inge
,

And his anointed kinge?

C ome let us b reake th eire bond s s ay th ey and fondly
, ,

A nd c a s t thoire yoakes awaie .

[ s aie
B ut hee s hal l them deride who by the He avens is borne
,

Hee s hall laugh them to sc orne

And after s p eake to them with breath o f wrathfull fi re
An d vex them in his Ire .

A nd s ay ( 0 kin ge s ) yett h ave I sett m y king upon

My holy hill Sion .

And I will ( s aieth his kinge ) th e Lorde s decre e display

And s aye that hee did s ay :
Thou art my Sonne indee de this daie be gott by mee
As ke I will give t o thee
The h eath n for thy chi ldes right and will thy realme
’
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,

F arre as worldes farthest end [ e xtend

.

With Iron S c epter brui s e thou s ha lt and peecemeale

Th e s e men like potsh ardes weake [ b reake .

Th erfore ( O kinges ) bee wis e O Rulers rule your mind e

,

That kno wledge you may finde .

Serve G od s erve him with feare : Rejoi c e in him but s oe

,

That joy with tremb ling goe .

With loving h omage kis s e that onely s on hee hath

Least you e nflame h is wrath
Wh ereo f if but a s parke onc e kindled b e you all ,
1 your
m
hey that in him th eire only trust doe res t ,

: rush LI NE
. 22 ots ha rdes :
p b roken pie ces of
PSAL M 8 DO M INE Q UI D M ULTI PLI CA TI
,

L ord h owe doe they en crease

T h at hateful] never cea s e
T o breede m y greevous trouble !
Howe ma ny ones there bee
Th at all against p oore mee
Th eire numb rou s strengthes redouble !

E ven multit ude s bee they

That to my s oule d o e s ay
N oe help e for you remaineth
In G od on whom you build ;
Yet L ord thou art my s hi eld
In thee my glorie raigneth .

The Lord lifte s up my head

T o him my vo ice I s p read
From holy hill hee heard mee .

I layed mee downe and s lep t

While h ee mee s a fely kept
And sa fe from s leepe hee reard mee .

I will not be e afraide

Th ough Le gions roun d be laide
Whi ch all against mee gather
I say n o more but thi s :
U p Lord nowe tym e it is
,

Helpe mee my G o d and father !

P SAL M 3

F or thou with cruell b lowe s

O u Jaw bones of my foes
-

My ca useless wro nge s hast wroken

Thou those mens teeth whi ch bite ,

Veno md with godless spite ,

Hast in th eire mali ce broken .

Salvation doth belonge

Unto t he Lord moste stronge
Hee is hee that defende th
And on t hose blessed same
Whi ch beare his p eoples name ,

His blessing hee extendeth .

 PS AL M 4 C UM IN VO C A RE M

Heare me O heare me when I c all

, , ,

O Go d Go d of my equity :
,

Thou s ett s t me free when I was thrall

’

Have mercy therefore s till on me ,

And h arken how I pray to thee .

0 men whose fathers were but men

, ,

Till when will ye m y honor hi gh

Stain with yo ur blas p hemie s ? till when
Such pleasure take in vanity ,

And only hunt where lies do ly?

Yet know this t oo th at G od did take

,

When h e chose me a godly one : ,

Su ch one I say that when I make

, ,

My c ry eng plaintes to him alone ,

H e will give good e are to my m oane .

O tremble then with awful] will

Sinne from all rule in you depo se ,

Talk with your hart s and yet be Stlll

And when your ch amber you do cl o se ,

Yo ur selves yet to your s elves d is close

, .

The s acrifi c e s s ac rifi e

Of just des ires on justi ce s taid

,

Trust in that Lord that c annot ly .

Indeed full m an y folkes have said ,

From whence s hall come t o us s uch aid ?

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PS AL M 5 V E R B A M E A A URIB US

Ponder the wordes O Lord that I doe s ay

, , ,

C onsider what I me di tate in me

O harke n to my voice whi ch c alls on thee
, ,

My king my God for I to thee will p ra y

, , .

Soe shall my voice clim e to thine eare s betime

F or un to thee I will my praier send
With earliest entry of the morning prime ,

And w ill my waiting e ies to thee ward bend

-
.

For th ou art that same God farre from delight

,

I n that which o f fowle wi ckedness doth smell

N o nor with thee the naughty ones shall dw ell
, ,

N or glorious tooles stand in thy awful] sight .

Th ou hatest all whose worke s in ill are plac d ’

And sh alt root e out the tongue s to lyeng bent

For thou the Lord in endless ha tred hast
, ,

The murdrous m an and 5 0 6 the fraudulent

,
.

B ut I my s elf will to thy how se addre s s e

With pasport o f thy gra ces manifold
And in thy feare knees o f my hart w ill fold
, ,

Tow ardes the temple o f th y h olline ss e .

Thou Lord thou Lord the saver o f thin e owne

, , ,

Guide me O in thy jus tice be my g uide :

,

And make thy w aie s to m e more plainly known ,

F or all I need that with s uch foes do bide

,
.
P SAL M 5 11

For in their m outh not one cleare word is spent ,

Mischi e f their soules for inmost lyning h ave :

Their throate it is an open swallowing grave ,

Whereto their ton g ue is flat tring instrument .

Give them their due unto their guiltine s s e ,

Let their Vile th oughts the thinckers ruine be

With heaped weights o f their own sinns oppresse
These most ungrateful reb ells unto thee .

So shal all they that trust on thee doe b end ,

And love the s we ete sound of thy name rejoyc e ,

35 They ever shall send thee their praising voice ;

Since ever thou to th em wilt suc c our send .

Thy work it is to blesse thou b le s s eds t them

,

The just in thee on thee and justi c e build

,

Thy work it is su ch men safe in to h em

4 0 With kindest care as with a certain shield
,
.

LINE 1 9 knees m
f y
o h art will fold: will make my he art
mis s ive .
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PS AL M 6 DO M INE N E IN F U R O R E

L ord lett not mee a worm by thee be shent

, , ,

While th ou art in the h e at e o f thy displeas ur e

N e let thy rage of my due punnis h ment ,

Become the measure .

B ut mercy Lord lett merc y thine des c end

, , ,

F or I am weake and in my weakness languish ,

L ord help for e V n my bones their marro w spend

’

, ,

With cruell anguish .

N ay ev n my soule fell troubles do ap p all

,
’
.

Alas ! how long my God wilt thou delay me ? , ,

Turn thee s we et e Lord and from this ougly fall

, ,

My deer e God s tay me , .

Mercy 0 merc y Lord for mercies s ake

, , , ,

For death doth kill the wittne s s o f thy glory ;

C an o f th y p raise the tongues entombed make
, ,

A h eav nly s to ry?

’

Loe I am tir d while s till I sigh and grone

,
’

My mois tne d bed proofes of my s orrow s h ow e th

My bed ( whi le I with black ni ght m oorn alo ne )
With my teares floweth .

Wo e like a Moth my fac es b eutie e ate s

, , ,

And age pul d on with p a ines all freshness fretteth

,
’

Th e while a s w ar m of foes with vexing f e at e s

My life b es etteth .
P S ALM 6 13

25 Gett hence you evill who in my ill rejoi ce

, ,

In all whose works V ainene s s e is ever raigning

F or God hath heard the weeping sobbing voi ce
O f m y c omplaynin g .

The Lord my suite did heare and gently heare ; ,

They shall be s h am d and vext that breed m y cry eng

’

And t urn their ba cks and straight on backs appe are

,

Their s h amfull flyeng .

h ent : dis grac e d LINE 22 frett eth naw s ra du ally away

1 s . :
g g .

23 fe at es d
: e e ds a ct i o ns
, .
 PS AL M 7 DO M INE D E US M E U S
,

O Lord my God thou art my trus tfull stay ;

, ,

0 s ave me fro m this persecutions show r

’

Deliver me in my endangerd way

Least Lion like he doe my soule devoure ;

-
,

And cruelly in m any peeces teare ,

While I am voide of any helpin g pow r ’

O Lord my God if I did not forb e are

, ,

E ver from deede o f any s uch desert

If ought my h ande s o f wicke dn ess do beare

If I have b ynunkinde for frendly part

N ay if I wrought not for his free d o m s sake
, ,

Who c aus le s s e now ye elde s me a hateful] hart

,

Then let m y foe chase m e and chasing take ,

Then lett his foote upon m y neck b e set

,

Then in the dust lett b ym my honor rake

,
.

Arise O Lord in wrath thy self up sett

, ,

Against such rage of foes ; aw a ke for m e

To that hi gh doom which I by thee must gett ,
.

So shall all men with laudes inviron thee ;

Therefore O Lord lift up thy throne on high
, ,

That ev ry folk thy wondro us acts m ay see

’
.
PSA L M 7

Thou Lord the people shalt in judgment try

, ,

Then Lord my Lord give sentence on m y side

, ,

Af ter my c learnes se and m y equi ty

'

.
,

25 0 ,
let th eir wickedness no longer bide
From comm ing to the well deserved end
B ut still be th ou to jus t men justest guide .

Thou righteous proofe s to hart es and reines dost s end

And all my helpe from none but thee is sent ,

Who dost thy saving health to true men bend -

.

Thou righteous art tho u s trong thou pacient

, ,

And ea c h day art provok d thyne ire to show ’

And if thi s m an will not learn to repent ,

For b ym thou wh e tt s t thy sword and b e nd s t

’

thy b o w,
An d hast thy deadly arm es in order brought,
And ready art to lett thyne Arrow e s go .

Lo he th at firs t conc eav d a wretch ed thought

,
’

And greate with child o f mis chief travel d long ’

N ow brought a bed hath brought nought fo ort h but

,

[ nought

4 0 A pitt was digg d by this m an vainly strong ;

’

B ut in the pitt h e ruin d firs t did fall

,
’

, ,

Whi ch fall he made to doe his neighbour wrong

, .

He agains t me doth throw but down it s hall ,

Upon his pate ; his paine e mploied thus , ,

And h is own ill his own head shall appa ll

, .

I will give th ancks unto the Lord o f us

Acc ordin g t o hi s h eav nly equity ’

And will to highest name yee ld praises high .

LIN E 28 re ines : se at of th e fe elings and affe ctions .

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PS AL M 8 DO M INE DO M IN U S ,

O Lord that rul s t our mortall lyne

’

H ow through the world thy name doth s hine

That hast of thine unmatched glory
Up on the h eav ns engrav n the story
’ ’

From suckl ings hath th y honor sprong ,

Thy force hath flow d from b abies tongue

’

Whereby thou stopp st thine en mie s prating

’ ’

B ent to revenge and ever hating -

.

When I upon the h eav ns do look ’

Whi ch all from thee the 1r essence took

When Mo on and Starrs my thoughts beholdeth , ,

Whose life no life but of thee holdeth :

Then th inck I Ah what is this man

,

Whom that greate Co d remember can?

And what the ra c e o f h im des cended
, ,

It should be ought of God attended ?

F or though in lesse than Angells state

Thou planted hast this earthly mate
Yet hast thou made ev n b ym an owner ’

O f glorious crown and crowni ng honor

, .

Thou place s t bym upon all landes

T0 rule the w orke s o f thine own b andes
And so th ou hast all things ordained ,

That ev n his fe ete have on them raigned

’

, .
18

PS AL M 9 C O N FI TE B O R TI B I

With all my hart O Lord I will praise thee

, , ,

My s peac h e s all thy merv aile s shall dis cry

In thee my joyes and comfort es ever b e ,

Yea ev n my songs thy name shall magnify

,
’

O Lord most hie .

B e ca use my foes to fly are now c ons train d ’

And they are fall n nay peris h t at thy sight

’

F or thou my c ause m y right thou hast m aint ain d

,
’

Setting thy s elf in throne which shined bright , ,

O f judging right .

The Gentiles thou rebuked sorely hast

"

And wicked folks from thee to wrack do w end

And their renown which s eem d so like to last ;
,
’

Thou dost put out and quite consuming sen d

,

To endless end .

0 bragging foe where is the en d less waste

,

O f c onquer d states whereby such fame you gott ?

’

What? doth their me m ory no longer last?

Both rui nes rui ners and ruin d plott
, ,
’

B e quite f orgott .

But God shall sitt in his e ternall C haire

Whi ch he prepar d to give his judgmentes high
’

Thither the world for justi ce shall repaire :

Then ce he to all his judgments shall app ly
Perpetually .
PSAL M 9 19

Thou Lord also th oppres s e d wilt defend

, ,
’

That th ey to the e in tr o ublous t yme may flee

The ythat kn ow thee on thee th eir trust will bend , ,

Fo r tho u Lord found b y th em wilt ever b e

, , ,

That s eake to thee .

O p raise the Lord th is Syon dweller good ,

-
,

S hew foorth his a ctes and this as act mo s t hi gh , ,

Th at he enquiring doth require jus t bl o od , ,

Which he forgetteth not nor letteth dy ,

Th atHict ed c ry
’
.

Have mercy mer cy L ord I on ce did say

, , , ,

Po nder th e paines whi ch o n me l o aden be

B y th em wh ose miudes o n h atef ul] th oughts do
Thou Lord that from death gate s ha s t lif ted me
, ,
-
,

I c all to th ee
Th at I wi thin th e p orte s most b ewtifull
O f Si o n s daughter may s o und f oorth thi p rais e
T hat I ev n I o f h eav nly c om fort full
,
’

,
’

Ma y o nly jo y in all thy saving waies

Through o ut my daies .

N o s oo ne r said but 10 mine enymies s inck

, ,

D own in th e pitt whi ch th ey th em s elves had wrought ;

And in th at nett whic h th ey w ell hidden think ,

I s the ir own foo te led b y their own ill th o ugh t

, ,

Mo s t s urely c aught .

F o r th en the Lo rd in judgment s howe s to raigu ,

When godles s e men be s nar d in th eir own s n ares ’

When wi cked soule s be turned to hellis h p ain ,

And th at forge ttf ull s ort whi ch never c are s

What God prepares .

B ut o f th e other side th e p oo re in s p rite ,

S hall not be s c rap t from out of h eav nly s core

’ ’

N or meeke abiding of the pacient Wight

Yet p eri s h s hall ( although h is pain e be s ore )
, ,

F o r evermor e .
20 PSAL M
U p,L o rd and judg the G entiles in
,

And lett not man h ave up p er hand o f thee

With terrors greate O Lord doe thou them fright
, ,

by pro ofe s th e s e lves may

B ut men to be .
[ see
 21

PS AL M 10 UT DO M INE ?

Why s tandest tho u s o farre ,

O Go d o ur o nly s tarre
, ,

In t ime m os t fitt fo r the e

T o help who vex ed b e!
F or l o with pride the wi cked man
,

Still p lagues th e p oore the mo s t h e c an

0 lett p roud b ym be thro ughly c aught
,

In craf t of h is own craft y thought .

Fo r he him s elf doth p raise

Wh en h e his lu s t doth ea s e
Ext olling rav nous gaine
’

B ut doth Go d s s elf dis daine

’

N ay s o p roud is his puffed th ought ,

That after G od h e never s ought ;

B ut rather mu ch h e f an c ie s this ,

That nam e of God a fable is .

Fo r while his waies doe pr ove ,

O n th em h e s ett s his lo ve ;
Thy judgments are t oo high ,

H e c an them not es p y .

Th ere fore he doth defy all tho s e

That dare them s elve s to him op p os e ;
And s aieth in his braggin g hart
, ,

Thi s gotten bli s se s hall never p art .

22 PSAL M 10

N or he removed be ,

Nor danger ever s ee

Yet from h is mouth doth spring
C urs ing and c os ening ;
Under h is to ngue do h arb our d ly ’

B oth mis chief and iniquity .

For proo f o ft laine in wait he is

, ,

In s e c ret b y wa y Village s
-
.

In s uch a p la ce unknown
To s lay the hurtle s se one ;
With winc king eies ay bent
A gainst the inn oc ent ,

Like lurkin g L ion in h is den ,

He w aite s t o s poile th e s imple men

Wh om to their lo s s e he still doth gett ,

When o nc e h e draw th his wily nett ’

.

O,with h ow s irnple look

H e oft e laieth o ut h is h ooke l
And with h ow humble s howes
To trapp poore s oule s he goes !
Thus freely s aieth he in his sprite
Go d s leepes o r hath forgotten quite ;
,

His farre of s ight no w h oodwinkt is

-
,

He lei s ure wants to mark all this .

The nri s e and c ome abroad

, ,

0 Lord our only God :

,

Lift up thy he av nly hand

’

And by the s illy s tand .

Why s hould the evill s o evill des p is e

, ,

The pow r o f thy through seeing eyes ?

’
-

And wh y should he in hart s oe hard

S a y tho u do s t not thine own regard ?
,
P SAL M 10 23 H
B ut nak be fore thine eyes
’
d ,

All wrong and mis chi ef lies

For o f them in thy b andes
The ballan ce ev nly standes ’

B ut wh o aright poore minded be -

C ommitt their c ause them selves to thee , , ,

The su cco ur o f the succourles s ,

The father of the fatherles s .

B re ake tho u the wicked arme ,

Whose fury be nde s t o harme

Search th em and wi c ked h e
,

Will straight wa y nothing b e .

0 Lord w e s hall th y title sing

, ,

E ver and ever to be king,

Who hast the h eath ny folk de stror d ’

From out thy land by them anoi d ’

.

Th ou op nes t h eav nly dore

’ ’

To praiers of the p oore

Thou first prepar d their mind ’

Then eare to th em enc lind .

0 be th ou still the O rphans aid

, ,

That p o ore from ruyue may be s tal d

Least w e should ever feare the lus t
O f earthly ma n a lord of d us t ,
.
 PS AL M 11 IN DO M IN O C O NFI DO

Sinc e I d o trust Jeh ova s till ,

Yo ur fearfull wo rde s wh y do you spill?

That lik e a bird to s ome s trong hill
I now s hould fall a flyeng .

B eh ould th e evill have bent th eir b ow ,

And s ett th eir arrowes in a row ,

To give unwares a mort all blow

T o hartes th at hate all lyeng .

B ut that in building they b e gunn ,

With ground p lo tts fall s h albe undunn

-
,

F or what alas h ave jus t men dorm?

, ,

In them no ca use is gro wing .

G od in h is holy tem p le is
The thr o ne of h e av n is only his’

N aught h is all seeing sight can misse ;

-

His ey lidds pe ise our going

-
.

Th e Lord doth search the just man s reynes ,

But hates ab h orrs the wi cked br aines ;

, ,

O u them s tormes brimstone c oales he

, ,

That is their s hare assigned .

B ut so of happy other side

His lovely fac e on them doth bide ,

In race of life their fe e t e to guide

Wh o be to God enclined .

LINE 16 eis e :
p take note of LINE. 1 7 re
ynes : inmos t feelings .
26 PSAL M 12

Then th ou ( 0 Lord ) shalt keepe the good still s ure

B y thee pre s erv d in thee they shall abide :
’

Yea in no age thy blisse from them departes

, .

25 Thou see st ea ch side the walking doth endure

O i th es e b add folks more lifted up wi th pride
, ,

Whi ch if it last wo to all s imple hartes

, , .

LINE 5 a b e ct :
j degraded .
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PS AL M U S OUE Q U O , DO M INE ?

How long ( 0 Lord ) shall I forgotten b e?

What? e ver?
How long wilt thou thy hidden face from me
Dissever?
H ow long s h all I consult with c areful] sprite
In anguish ?
H ow long shall I with foes triumphant might
Thus languish?
B ehold me Lord let to thy hearing cree p
,

My crying .

N a y give me eyes and light least that I slee p

, , ,

In dying
Least my foe bragg that in my ro yne he
,

And at my fall they joy that t roublous me , ,

Assailed .

N oe noe I trust on thee and joy in thy

, , ,

C reate pit t y :
Still therefore o f th y graces s h alb e my
Songs ditty .
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PS AL M 14 D IXI T I N SI PI E N S

The fo olis h m an by flesh and fancy ledd

, ,

His guilty hart with t his fond th ought hath fed

There is noe Go d that raigneth .

And so th erea fter he and all his mate s

Do workes which earth c orrupt and Heaven hates
, ,

N ot one that good remaineth .

E ven C od him s e lf sent down his piercing ey ,

I f of thi s c layy race he could es p y

O ne that his w is dom e learneth
,
.

10 And loe he findes that all a s trayeng went

,

All plung d in s tincking filth not one well bent

’

, ,

N ot one that God d iscerneth .

O maddnes s o f these folkes thus loos ly le dd !

,

These C anib alls wh o as i f they were bread

, , ,

G ods people do devower ,

N or ever c all o n God ; but they shall quake

More than they now do bragg when he shall take ,

The just into hi s power .

Inde e de the p o ore , by you you mock

oppre s t ,

Their c ounce lls are yo ur common jes ting s tock

But G od is their re comfort .
P S AL M 14 29

Ah when fro m Syon shall the saver come

, ,

That Jac ob freed by thee m ay gla d become

, , ,

And Israel full of comfort?

LINE f
2 1 rec o m o rt : support .
3 0

PS AL M 15 DO M INE Q UI S H A BI TA BI TP
,

In tabernacle thine 0 Lor d who shall remaine?

, ,

Lord of thy holy hill who shall the rest ob t aine?

, , ,

E v n he that le ades of life an unco rrupted traine

’

Whose de e de s o f righteous hart whose harty ,

[ wordes be plain :

Who with de ce itfull tongue hath never us d to faine

,
’

Nor ne ighb oure hurtes by deede nor doth with ,

[ slander stain :
Whose eyes a person vile doth hold in vile dis dain e
, ,

But cloth with honor greate the go dly e nt ertaine

, ,

Wh o othe and promise given doth faithfufly

, ,

Alth ough some worldly losse thereby he may

[ sustain ;
From bityug Usury who ever doth refraine
Who sells not guiltles s e cause for filth y love o f
[ gain
Who thus proc ee de s for ay in sa cred m ount s hall
,

[ raign
.
 3 1

PS AL M 16 C O N S E RVA M E

Save me Lord ; for why thou art

, ,

All the hope of all m y hart :

Wittnes s e thou m y soule with m e ,

Th at to Go d m y God I say ;
, ,

Thou my Lord thou art my stay

, , ,

Though my w orke s reach not to the e .

This is all the best I prove

Good and go d ly m en I love
, ,

And forsee their w retched paine

W ho to oth er gods doe runne
Their blood oflrings I do s h unne
N ay to na m e their names dis da ine
,
.

God m y only portion is ,

And of my chi ldes part the blisse

H e then shall m aint aine my lott .

Say then is not m y lott found

,

In go odly pleas ant groun d ?

Have not I faire p artage gott?

E ver Lord I will blesse thee

, , ,

Who dost ever c ounc e ll me ;

E v n when night with his black
’

Sleepy darkness doth o re c as t ,

In m y inwar d raines I tast

O i my fault e s and chastening .
3 2 P S ALM 16

My eyes still my God reguard ,

And he my right hand d oth guard ;

S o can I not be oppre s t ,

S o my hart is fully gladd ,

S 0 in joy my glory c ladd ,

Yea my flesh in hope shall rest

, .

For I know the deadly grave

O n my soule noe pow r shall have
’

For I know th ou wilt d efend

E ven the b o dy o f thine own
Deare beloved holy one
From a fowle c orrupting end .

Thou lif es path wilt make me knowe ,

In whose view doth plenty growe

All delights th at soules c an crave ;
And whose bodies placed stand
O u thy blessed making h and
-
,

They all joies like endles s have

,
-
, .

orta
p g
e:
p
o rt ion .
34 P SA LM 17

25 Th en keepe m e as the A ple of an ey

In thy wings shade then lett m e hi dd en ly ,

From my des troye ng wicked foes

Who for my death still m e enclose .

Th eir e ie s doe swimm e their face doth shine in fatt

, ,

And cruell wor d es their s welling tongues do chatt ;

And yett their high hartes looke so low
As how to watch our overthrow .

N owlike a Lion gaping to make preys

, ,

Now like h is wh e lpe in denne that lurking

, ,
s t aie s

U p L o rd prevent those gaping j aw e s

, , ,

And bring to naught those watch ing paw e s .

Save m e from them thou usest as thy blade

, ,

F rom m en I say and fro m m ens worldly trade

,

Whose life doth seeme most greatly blest ,

And count this life their portion best .

Whose bellies soe with dainties th ou dost fill ,

And so with hidden treasures graunt their will ,

That th ey in rit ch e s flooris h doe

,

And chi ldren have to leave it to .

45 Wh at would they more ? And I would not their case

My joy s h alb e pure to enjoy thy face
, , ,

Wh en waking o f this s leepe of mine

I shall s ee thee in like ne s s e thine
.
 35 Hi

PS AL M 18 D I LI G A M TE

Th eewill I love 0 Lord with all my hartes delight

, , ,

M y strength m y s t rongest Rock whi ch my de fenc e

, ,

[ hast born :
My G od and helping God my might and trus tq
, , ,

[ might ,

My never pierced shield my ever savin g ho m e

-
,
-
,

My refuge ; refuge then when most I am forlorne

Whom then shall I invo k e but thee m ost worthy , ,

[ prais e ,

O n whom ( against my foes ) m y only s afty s t aie s ?

On me the paines of death allre a dy gan to pray

The fludds of w ic ke dne s s e on me did ho rrors throw
Like in a winding s h e e te wretch I a lready l a y
, , ,

All read y rea dy to my snaring grave to goe

-
, .

Th is my distresse to God wi t h w ailefull cries I sho w

,

My cries climb d up ; and he bent down from s a cre d

’

[ throne ,

His eyes unto m y case hi s eare s unto my mo ane

, .

15 And so the earth did fall to tremble and to quake ,

The M ount aines proudly high and their fo undations ,

[ bent
With motion of his rage di d to the b o t to m e shake
, .

He cam e but ca m e with s mo ake fro m out hi s no s trells

, ,

[ sent z
Fl ames is s u d fro m his m outh and burning coale s out
’

[ went ;
 PSAL M 18

H e b ow d
’
the h e av ns ,
’

an d fro m the how d ’

h e a v ns did
’

[ descend
With hugy d arkness which ab oute his, feet e did wend .

The C heru b ins their bac k s the win des did , y e e ld their
[ wings
To beare his sacred flight in secrete place then c lo s d
,
’

About which he d imm e c lo ude s li k e a pavillio n brings ,

C lou de s ev n of waters d ark and thickest air e

’

, ,

[ c omp os d
’

But streight his sh ining eyes thi s m isty m asse dis c lo s d ’

Then haile then ,

firy c oale s , then t h undre d , h e av nly
’

[ sire ,

Then spa ke he his lowd voice then hailstones coles , , ,

[ and fire .

Then out his A rrow es fly ; and streight they s c at t re d

[ been
Lightning on lightning he di d for their wrack augment
The gulph e s of waters then were through their
[ c h ane lls seen
The Worldes fo undation s then lay bare ; because he
[ shent
With blasting breath O Lord that in thy chi ding
, ,

[ went
Then sent he from above and tooke me fro m b elow , ,

E v n fro m th e waters d ept h my God pres erv d me s oe

’

,
’
.

So did he save me from m y mighty furious foe

, ,

S o did he save m e fro m their then pre vailing hate

,

For they ha d caught m e up when I was we ake in w o

But h e staff of m y age he staid my stu mblin g state
, ,

This m uch : yet m ore when I by hi m this freedom

,

[ gat e
B y him because I did find in his e y sight grace
,
-
,

H e lifted m e unto a largely noble place .

P SAL M 18 37

M y Justi ce my just b andes thus did th e Lord reward

, ,

B e c aus e I walk d hi s w aie s nor gainst him evilly went :

’

Still to h is Judgme nt es lo ok t still for hi s statutes car d ’

,
’

S ound and upright with him to wickedness not be nt , .

Th ere fore I s ay again this goodness he m e sent

, , ,

A s he be fore h is eyes did see my justice stand ,

A cc ordin g as he saw the pureness o f my hand .

M eeke t o th e me eke thou art the good thy goodnes s

,

[ t as t z
Pure to th e pure thou deal st with crooked crookedly
, ,
’

U p t hen thou lifts the p oore and downe the p r o ud

, ,

[ Wilt c a s t ;
U p th o u dost light my light and cleare my darkned
, ,

[ ey .

I h oas te s by thee orec ome ; by thee ore walles I fly :

Thy way is soundly sure thy word is purely tride ,

To them th at trust in thee a shield thou dost abid e ,

.

F or wh o is God b esides this greate Iehova oures ?

And s o besides our God who is indu d with might?
’

This C od then girded m e in his all mighty p ow rs

’
-
,

H e mad e my c omb rou s w a y to m e most plainly right ,

To match with ligh tfoote Staggs he mad e m y foote s o ,

flight ,

That I c lim b d highest hill ; h e m e warre pointes did

’
-

[ s ho w ,

S trengt h ning mine armes th at they could b re ake an

’

[ Iron b ow .

Th o u g a v s
’
t m e saving shield ; thy right hand w as my
[ stay ;
Me in en creasing still thy kindne s s e did m aint aine :
,

Unto my s trengthne d step p s thou di ds t enlardge the ,

( way ,

My h eeles and plantes th ou dids t from stumbling s li p

, ,

[ s us t ain z
What foes I did pursue my force did them attain,
3 8 PSAL M 18

That I ere I retorn d des tror d them utterly

,
’

, ,

With such brave wounde s that they un d er my fe et e ,

[ did ly .

For why my fi gh ting strength by thy strength , ,

[ s trengthne d was
Not I but thou throwst down those who gainst m e do
, , ,

[ rise ,

Thou gavest me their necks on them thou mad s t me ,

’

[ passe z
B ehold they cry but who to them his helpe applies ?
,

N a y unto thee they ori d but thou h e ards t not their

’

, ,

[ cries
I bett those folkes as small as dust which wind doth
[ raise ,

I be t t them as the clay is bett in beaten waies .

Thus freed from mutinn m en thou makest m e to raign ,

Yea thou dost m a ke m e s e rv d by folk s I never knew

,
’

My name their e are s their c ares their harts to m e

, ,

[ inch aine z
Ev n
’
feare makes strangers shew much love though ,

[ much un true .

But they d o f aile and in their m a z e d corners rue :

,

Then live Jehova still my Rock still blessed b e z

,

Lett b ym be lifted up that hath preserved m e , .

He that is my reveng in whom I Re almes subdue ;

,

Who freed m e from my foes from Re b e lls garded m e ,

And ridd m e from the wronge s which cruell witts did

[ brew .

Among the Ge ntiles then I ( Lord ) ye eld th anc ks t o

[ thee ,

I to thy name will sing an d thi s m y song shall b e z ,

He nobly saves hi s king and kindness ke epe s in s tore

, ,

F or David hi s anoint and his seed evermore

, , .

LIN E 6 7 plantes : so le s of feet LIN E 7 8 mut inn: reb ellious

. .
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PS A L M 19 C O E L I E NA RRA NT

Th e h e av nly frame setts f oorth th e fam e

’

O f him that only thunders ;

Th e firmament so s trangly bent
Show es h is hand wo rkin g wonders
-
.

D a y unt o day it doth display

, ,

Th eir course doth it acknowledg

And ni ght to ni ght su cc eeding right
, ,

In d arkness tea ch cleare kn owledg .

There is no speach nor language which

, ,

Is soe o f s kill be reaved ,

B ut o f the ski es the tea chin g c rie s ,

Th ey have heard and c onc eaved .

There be no eyne but read the line

,

F rom s oe faire bo oke pro c eeding

Their w ordes be sett in letters greate
F or ev ry bodies rea ding
’
.

Isnot h e blind that d oth not find

The taberna c le builded
There by hi s grac e fo r s unnes faire fa ce
, , ,

In beames o f benty gu ilded?

Wh o foorth doth come lik e a bridegroome

,

From out hi s vailin g pla c es :

As gladd is hee as C iant e s be
To runne their mighty ra ce s .
 P SALM 19

His ra c e is eV n from ende s o f h e av n ;

’ ’

Abo ut that vault he goeth :

There h e no Reames hid from his b e ames ,

H is h eate to all he t hrowe th .

0 law of his h ow perfect tis

,

The very soule amending ;

Gods wit tnes s sure for ay doth dure
To s imp le s t wis dome len di ng
, .

G ods doome s be right and ch eere the sprite

,

All his commandments being

S o p urely wise as give t h e e ie s
,

Both light and force of seeing .

Of him the feare doth cleann ess beare

And soe endures for ever
His Judgments be self verity
The y are unrighteous never .

Th en what man wo uld so soon e s eeke gold ,

O f glittring golden m oney ?

B y them is past in sweetest tast
,

Honny or c ombe of b onny

, .

Bythem is ma de thy s ervantes trade

,

Most circums pectly guarded

And who doth frame to keepe the same
Shall fully be rewarded .

Wh o is the man th at ever can

,

His tanltes know and acknow le dg l

O Lord c le ns e m e from faulte s that be
,

Most se cret from all kn owle dg .

Th y servant ke epe lest in him c reepe

,

Presump t uous sinnes offences :

Let th em not have m e for their slave ,

Nor raigne upon my s enc e s .

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PS A L M 20 EXA UD I A T DO M IN U S

Lett G od the Lord heare thee

, ,

E ven in the d ay when most thy troubles be

,

Let name o f Ja cobs God ,

When thou on it dost cry ,

Defend thee still from all thy foes abroa d .

From s a nctuary by
Let him come downe and help e to thee apply
,

From Sions holy topp ;

Then ce lett h im undertake
With h eav nly strength th y earthly strength
’
prop p .

Lett him notorio us make ,

That in good part he did thy o ttrings take .

Let fire for triall burne

( Yea,
fire from him self sent )

Thy offrings soe that they t o ashes turne

, ,
.

And s o e lett him co nsent

To graunt thy will and perfect thy entent
, ,

Th at in thy saving we
May j oy and banners raise
,

U p to our God when thy suites graunt e d b e

, .

N ow in m e knowle dg saies ,

That God from f all hi s own annoint e d s taies .

From h eav nly holy land

’

I kn ow that he heares thee ;

Yea heares with powres and helps of help ful] hand
, .
P SALM 20 43

Lett trust of so m e men be

In C h arriott s arm d others in C hivalry
’

But lett all our c onc e it e

Upon Gods holy na m e ,

Who is our Lor d with d ue re m embrance waite

, .

Behold th eirbro k en s ha m e !
W e stand upright whi le they their fall di d frame
, .

Assist u s Saviour deere ;

,

Lett that k ing d aine to heare ,

When as to him our praiers d o appe are .

27 C hiva l y
r : valry
ca .
44

PS A L M 21 DO M INE IN VI R T U TE ,

N ewjoy new joy unto our king

, ,

Lord from thy s trength is growing

,

Lord what delight to him doth bring

,

His s afty from thee flowing !

,

Thou hast giv n what his hart woulde

’

N ay soon e as b e but moved

,

His lipps to cra v e what he would crave ,

H e had as him behoved .

Yea th ou prevent s t ere aske he c ould

,
’

With m any li b rall blessing ’

Crown o f his head with C rown o f gold

O f purest me tt all dressing .

He did but aske a life o f thee ,

Thou him a long life gayest

Loe eV n unto eternity
,
’

The life of hym thou savest .

We ma y w ell call his glory greate

That springs from thy s alvation
Thou thou it is that hast b ym sett
, ,

In s o e high estimation .

Li k e storehouse th ou of blessings mad s t ’

This man of everlas ting :

U n s pekab ly his hart th ou gla ds t ,

O n b ym thy c ount naunc e casting

’
.
P SAL M 21 45

An d why all this ? because our king

In h e av n his trust hath laie d :
’

He only le ane s on highest thing ,

Soe fro m b a se slipp is staid .

Thy hand thy foes shall o v ertake

Tha t thee so e vill ha ve hated :
Thou as in fye ry o v n shalt m a ke ’

These mates to be am ated .

The Lord on them with c aus full ire

, ,

Shall use des troye ng power ;

And fla m es o f never quenched fire -

Shall these ba d d w igh t e s devow er .

Their fru ite shalt thou fro m earthly face

Send unto desolation ,

And fro m am ong the humane race

B oote out their generation .

For they to overthrow thy will

Full w ilyly entended :
But all their bad m ischievous s kill
Shall fruitlessly be ended .

For like a m ark thou shalt a row

Sett them in po inte d places ,

And ready mak e thy ve ngfull b ow

Against their guilty faces .

Lord in thy strength Lord in thy m ight , ,

Thy honor high be raised

An d so shall in our songs delight
, ,

Thy po wer still be praised .

E 9 p
’
re o e nt s t : ant ic ipat e d . LINE 3 2 amat ed : c as t down .
 PS A L M 22 D E U S , D E US M E U S

My G od my G od why hast th ou m e forsaken?

, ,

W0 m e from m e wh y is thy presence taken?

, ,

S o e farre from seeing mine unh e althfull eyes , ,

S o e farre from hearing to my roaring cries .

O G od my G od I crie while day appeareth

, ,

But God thy eare my cryeng never heareth

, , .

O G od the night is privie to my plaint

,

Yet t o my p lain t thou hast no audienc e lent .

B ut th ou art holy and dost hold thy dwelling

, ,

Where Israel] thy law des is ever te lling .

O ur fathers still to thee their trust did beare ;

Th ey trusted and by thee delivered were
, , , .

They were sett free when they up on thee c alled, ,

Th ey h op d on th ee and they were not ap p alled

’

,
.

B ut I a worme not I o f mannkind am

, ,

N ay shame of men the peop les s cornin g game , .

The lookers now at m e poore wretch be m oc kin g ; , ,

With mowes and nodds they st an d ab out m e flocking

, ,

Let God help him ( say they ) whom he did trust

Lett God s ave bym in whom w as all h is lus t .

And yet even from the w ombe thy s elfe did st take ’
111

A t mothers brests thou did st good hope be take

’

No sooner my child eyes c ould looke ab roade ,

Then I w as giv n to thee thou w ert my God

’

, .
P SAL M 22

25 0 be not farre since paine so ne erly presseth

, ,

And sin ce there is not one who it re dres s e th .

I am e nc los d with yong Bulls madded rowt

’

Nay Basan might y Bulls close m e ab out .

W ith gaping m outhes these fo lk es on m e have c h ardge d

,

Like Lions fierce w ith roaring j aw es enlarged

,

O n m e all this who do like water slide

, ,

Whose loosed b o ane s quite out of j oynt be wr1 d

Whose hart with these huge flames like wax oreh e at e d

, ,

Doth melt a w ay though it be inmost seated :

,

My mois t ning strength is like a p otts h erd dride

’

My cleaving tongue close to my roo fe doth bide ,

.

And now am brought alas brought by thy power , ,

Unto the dust of my deathes running hower :

For bawling do ggs ha ve compast m e about ,

Yea worse than do ggs a naughty wicked rowt

, , , , .

My humble b andes m y fainting fe et e they pearced

,

They lo oke they ga z e m y b o ane s might be rehearsed ;

, ,

O f my poore w e e de s they do partition m a k e ,

And doe cast lotts who should m y vesture take .

45 But be not farre O Lord m y strength my com fort

, , , ,

Hasten to help m e in thi s dee pe disco m fort,

.

Ah from the sword yet save my V itall sprite

, , ,

My desolate d life from d ogge d m ight .

Fro m Lions m outh ( 0 help ) and show to heare m e ,

By aiding when fi e rc e Unicornes c o m e meere m e

,

To b re th ern then I will declare thy fam e

, , ,

And with these wordes whe n they m eeto praise thi , ,

[ nam e .

W ho feare the Lord all praise and glory beare b ym

,

You Is raells seed you co m e of Jacob feare b ym

, , .

For Hee hath not ab h o r d nor yet dis dain d ’

,
’

The silly wretch with fowle afllic tion s t ain d

,
’

,
4 8 PSAL M 22

N or hid from h im h is faces faire appearing ;

But when he oal d this Lord did give b ym hearing
,
’

In c ongregation greate I will praise thee ,

W ho feare thee shall my yowes p erformed s ee .

Th afllic t e d
’
‘
then shall e ate and be well pleased , ,

And God s h alb e by tho se his s e akers praised

, , .

In de e de 0 you you that be such of mind

, , ,

You shall the life that ever liveth find -

.

65 B ut what? I say from earthes remot eds t border

,

Unto due thoughts mannkind his thoughts shall order

,

And turne to God a nd all the Nations b e

,

Made w orshi ppers before allmigh ty thee

, .

And reason since the Crowne to God pertaineth

, ,

And that by right upon all Re alme s he raigneth ,

They that be m a d e ev n fatt with earthe s fatt good

,
’

,
.

Shall feede and laud the giver of their food

, .

To him shall kneele eve n who to dust bee stricken ,

Even hee whose life no helpe of man can quicken ;

His service shall from ch ild to child descend ,

His doome s one age shall to another send .

LIN E 1 8 mowes : grimac es LINE 3 2 wrz d: twiste d out of shap

.

LINE 4 2 reh ears ed: re ckone d up LINE 4 8 dogged: malicious

. .
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5 0

PS A L M 24 DO M INI ES T TE RR A

The E arth is Gods a nd what the globe o f earth

,

And all wh o in that globe doe dwell : [ c ontaineth

For by his pow r the land up on the O cean raigneth
’

, ,

Through him the fludds to their b e dds fell .

5 Who shall clime to the hill which Gods own hill is

,

Wh o shall stand in his holy pla c e? [ named

H e that hath hurtless h ande s whose inward hart
,

All pum es s e ever to embrace ; [ frame

Who shunning vanity and w orke s of vaine nes s e leavin

V ainly doth not puff upp his mind ,

Who never doth dec eave and much lesse his decea
,

With perjury doth fals ly bind .

A blessing from the Lord from God of his salvation

,

S w e e t e righ tu ous ne s s e shall he re ce ave ,

15 Jacob thi s is th y s ee de C o d seeking generation

, ,

W ho search of Gods face ne ver leave .

Lift up your b ea d es you gates ; and you dores ever

In comes the king of glory bright .
[ bidi
Who is this glorious king? in m ight and pow
SALM
P 24 5 1

up your h e a de s you gates an d you d ores e ver

,

In co m es the king of glory b right .

[ hi d ing
Who is this glorious king ? the lord of arm ies gui d ing?
E ven he the k ing of glory hight .
 PS AL M 25 A D TE , DO M INE

To thee O Lord most just

, ,

I lift my inward s ight :

My Go d in thee I trust
, ,

Lett m e not ruine quight

Lett not those foes that m e annoy , ,

O n my complaint buil d up their joy .

Sure s ure who hope in thee

, , ,

Shall never suffer shame :

Lett them confounded be
That c aus le s s e wrongs doe frame .

Yea Lord to m e thy w aie s doe show ;

, ,

Teach m e thus vext what path to goe

, , .

Guide m e as thy truth guides ;

Teach m e ; for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The s aving m e from smart .

For never day such changing wrought ,

That I from trust in thee w as brought .

Re m ember only King

'

, ,

Thy m ercies t endernes s e

To thy re m e m brance bring
Thy kindne s s e lovingnes s e ,
.

Let those things thy reme mb raunce grave ,

Since they eternall essence have .

P SALM 25 53

But Lord rem e mber not

, ,

Sinns brew d in youthful] glasse

’

Nor my rebellions blott ,

Sin c e youth and they do passe , ,

But in thy kindness m e record

E v n f or th y mercies sake O Lord
’
.
,

Of grace and righ te ousne s s e

The Lord such plenty hath
That he deignes to expresse
To s inni ng men his path :
The me eke he doth in ju dgment leade ,

An d teach the humble h ow to tread .

And what th inck you may be

, ,

The pathes o f my greate God ?

E v n s pot tles s e verity
’

And mercy spredd abroad ,

To su ch as keepe his c ovenaunt ,

And on his tes t irnonie s plant .

0 Lord for thy nam es sake

, ,

Lett my ini qui ty

O f thee some mercy take ,

Though it be greate in m e
O h is there one with hi s feare fraught?
,

H e s h alb e by best teacher taught .

Lo h ow hi s blessing budds
,

Inward an inward res t ;

,

O utward all ou tward goodes

,

B y his scede eke p os s es t .

For such he m ak es his s ecre tt know ,

T0 such hee doth his c ov nant s how ’

.
54 P SALM 25

Whe re then should m y eyes b e ,

But still on this Lor d sett?

W ho d oth and will sett free
My fee te fro m tangling nett .

0 look 0 help lett mercy f all

, , ,

For I am p oore an d least of all

,
.

My woes are still encre as t ;

Shield m e fro m these a s s ault e s
See h ow I am o ppres t ,

An d par d on all m y tanlt e s .

Behold my foes what s t o are they

,

W ho hate yea hate m e cruelly

,
.

My so ule which thou didst m a ke

, ,

Now m a d e 0 Lor d m a int aine

, ,

And m e fro m th e se ills take ,

Lest I rebu ke s us t aine

For thou the Lor d thou only art
, , ,

O i who m the trust l ives m m y hart .

Lett m y uprightness gaine

Som e s aft y un to m e :
I say and say a gaine
, ,

My ho pe is all in thee .

In fine deliver Israel

,

0 Lor d from all his troubles fell

, .
 PS AL M 26 I UD I C A M E DO M INE ,

L o rd judge m e and m y case

, ,

For I have mad e my race

Withi n the b ounde s of innocen ce to bide
An d se tting thee for scope
O f a ll my t rus tfull hope ,

I held for sure that I shoul d never slide .

Prove m e O Lord m ost high

, ,

Me with thy touch stone try

-

Yea sound my reynes and inmost of my hart

, ,
.

For so thy loving hand

B e fore my eyes did stand ,

That from thy truth I would not once dep art .

I did not them frequent ,

Who be to vainesse bent ,

Nor kept with base dissemblers comp any .

N ay I did ev n detest
’

O f wicked wights the ne a s t ,

An d from the haunts of such bad folks did fly .

In th innoc enc e o f m e
’

My b andes shall washed b e ;

And with those b andes about thy Alter Waite ;
,

That I m ay still expresse

W ith voice of th anc kfullne s s
The works perform d by thee m o st wondrous greate
’

,
 PSAL M 26

Lord I have loved well

,

The howse where thou dost dwell ,

E v n where thou m ak s t thy h onnors biding place

’ ’

Sw e e t e Lord write not my soule

,

W ithin the sinners row le

Nor my lifes cause m atch with blood seekers case
-
,

With b an d es of wicked shifts

,

With right hands s t ain d with gifts

’

But whi le I walk in my unspotte d w aie s ,

Re de eme an d show m ee grace ,

S o I in publique place ,

Sett on plaine groun d will thee Jehovah praise

, , .
 P SAL M 27

For when greate griefes to m e be m ent ,

In tabernacle his he will

Hi d e m e ev n c los ly in his tent
,
’

Yea noble height of rocky hill

,

H e m a k es to be
A seate for m e .

N ow , no w , shall he lift up m y head

On my b e s e e gm g e nimie s
S o shall I s ac rifi c e s spread ;
O fi rings of joy in temple h l S
An d song accord
To pral s e the Lord .

Heare Lord when I m y voice display

, , ,

Heare to have m ercy e ake of m e

,
.

S e e ke yee m y face when thou did st say

’

, ,

In truth of hart I answ r d thee ’

O Lord I will ,

S e eke thy face still .

Hide not therefore fro m m e that face ,

Since all my aid in thee I gott

In rage thy s ervaun t doe not chase ;
,

Forsake not m e O leave m e not , ,

0 God of m y
Salvation h y .

Though fathers care an d m others love

A b an don d m e yet m y d ecay
’

Should be re s t or d by h ym abo v e ’
.

Teach Lord Lord le ade m e thy right w ay

, , , ,

Because of those
That be my foes ;

55 Unto whose ever hatin g lust -

’

O h ! give m e not ; for there are sprong

Against m e w ittne s s e s unjust :
E ven such I say whose lyeng tongue
, ,
PSAL M 27

Fiercely affordes
Most cruell w orde s .

Wh at h ad I been exc ep t I had

,

B e leev d G ods goodness f or to s ee

’

In land with living creatures c ladd?

H opel t rus t in G od be strong and hee
, ,

Unto thy hart

S hall jo y impart .
60

PS A L M 28 A D TE , DO M INE

To thee Lord m y cry I send

, ,

0 my strength stopp not thi ne e are

, ,

Least if answ e are thou forb e are ,

I be like them that descend

To the pitt where flesh doth end
,
.

Therefore while that I may cry ,

Whi le I that way hold my h ande s

Where thy Sanctuary standes
To thy self those wordes a pp ly ,

Whi ch from suing voice d o fly .

Linck not m e in self same chaine ,

With the wicke d workin g folk ;

Wh o their spotted th ough t e s to cloak
, ,

Neighbours fre mdly e ntertaine ,

When in hart es they m alice meane .

Spare not them ; give them reward ,

As their de e des have purch as d it ’

As deserves their wicked witt

Fare they as their b an d es have far d ’

E v n so be their guerdon s har d

’ ’
.

To thy worke s they give no e y ;

Lett them be thrown down by thee
Lett the m not restored be ;
But lett m e give praises by
To th e Lord that heares m y cry
, .
62

PS A L M A FFE R TE DO M IN O

Ascribe unto the Lord of light ,

Yee men of pow r ( ev n by birth right )

’ ’
-

Ascribe all glory and all m ight .

Ascribe due glory to his na m e ;

And in hi s ever glorious frame
-

O i Sanct uary doe the sa m e .

Hys voi c e is on the waters found ,

His voice doth thre atning thunders sound ,

Yea through the waters doth resound

, .

10 The voice of that Lord ruling u s

Is strong though hee be gratious
, ,

And e ver ever glorioue s

,
.

By voice of high Jehova we

The hi ghest C edars broken see ,

E v n C edars whi ch on Liban b e ;

’

N aylike yong C alves in le ape s are borne

, ,

And Lib ans self With natures s korn;

And S h irion like yong Uni corn
, .

His voice doth flashing fla m es devid e

His voice have tre m bling desertes tride
E v n deserts where the Arab s bide
’

,
.
PSAL M 29 63
l
His voice makes hindes their calves to cast
His voice makes bald the forrest waste :
But in hi s C hurch his f am e is plast , .

25 He sitts on seas he e ndles s e raigne s

, ,

His s trength his peoples strength m aint aine s ,

Which blest by him in peace rem ain e s

, , .

LINES 1 7 and 18: i . e .

,
e ve n th e m ount ains , L eb anon and S irion
,

W ill l e ap
.
PS AL M 80 E XA L TAB O TE DO M INE ,

O Lord thou hast exalted me

, ,

And s a y d m e fro m foes laughi ng s c o rn

’

I ow thee p raise I will p raise thee

,
.

F or when my hart with woe s w as torn ,

In cries to thee I s h ew d my cause :

,
’

And was from ill by thee upb om e .

Yea from the G raves most hungry j awes

Thou would st not sett me on the ir s c oare
’

Whom death to hi s cold bo oz ome draw e s .

Praise praise this Lord then evermore

,
'

Ye saints o f hi s re memb rin g still

,

With th ancks his h olin es s e therefore .

F or qui ckly endes his wrathf ull will;

B ut hi s deere favour where it lies , ,

Fro m age to age life joyes doth fill .

We ll may the evening c loath the eies

In cloudes of teares but s oone as sunn e ,

Doth rise againe new joyes shall rise

, .

For proof while I my race did runne

,

F ull o f su cc esse fond I di d say

, ,

Th at I s hould never b e undonne ,

66

PS A L M 31 IN TE DO M INE , , S PE RA VI

All, all my trus t Lo rd I have p utt in thee

, ,
.

N ever there fore lett m e c onfoun ded be

, , ,

B ut s ave m e save m e in my righteousnes s

,
.

Bow down thine e are to he are h ow mu ch I need ;

D eliver m e deliver m e in s p eed
,

B ee m y strong Rock be th ou my f orteres s e ,

.

In deede thou art my R ock my fortere s s e ,

Th en s in ce my tongue de li ghts that n am e to ble s se ,

D irec t m e h ow to goe and guide me right

“
,
.

Pre s erve m e from the wyly wrap ping nett ,

Which th ey for m e with privie cra ft have sett

,

Fo r s till I s ay thou art my only might

, .

Into thy h and s I doe commend my spright

F or it is th ou that hast re s t or d my light
,
’

0 Lo rd that art the G od o f verity

,
.

I h ated h ave those men who s e th ough tes ,

T o vanities : whi ch most trus t most dec eave : ,

F or all my hope fixt upon God doth ly .

Th y mercy s hall fill me w ith j olity ,

F or my annoies have come before thine ey

Thou well has t kn own what plung my soule w as
[ in .

And th ou hast not for ay en closed me

With in the hand of h atefull enmity :
B ut h ast e nlarg d my fe et e from mort all ginn
’
.
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O Lord of thee lett m e still m ercy wynne ;

, ,

For troubles of all si d es have m e within

, ,

My e y m y gutts yea m y soule grief doth waste

, , ,
.

My life with heaviness m y ye are s with moane ,

Doe pine : m y strengt h with paine is w h oly gone

And ev n m y b oanes consume where they be plast
’

,
.

All my feirc e foes reproach on m e di d cast

Yea neighbours more my mates were so agast
, , , ,

That in the s tree tes fro m sight of m e they fle dd

Now I now I my self forgotten find
, ,

E ven like a dead m an dreamed out of m ind , ,

O r like a broken pott in myre t re dd ,

.

I understan d what railing greate m en spredd

F eare w as each where while they their councells ,

All to this pointe how my poore life to take ;

,

But I d i d trust in thee Lord I did say , ,

Thou art my God m y ti m e on the e doth stay

,

Save m e from foes who s e eke m y b ane to bake, .

Thy face to shine upon thy s ervaunt m a k e ,

And save m e ih a nd for thy mercies sake ;

, ,

Lett m e not taste of sha m e O Lord most ,

For I have cal d on thee ; let wic k ed folk

’

C on foun ded b e ; and passe a w ay li k e s m oak ;

Lett them in be d d of e ndles s e silence dy .

Le tt those lipps be m a d e dumb whi ch love to ly

Which full of spight of pride an d cruelty , , ,

Doe throw their wor d es against the m ost upright .

O h of thy grace what e ndle s s e pleasure flowes

,

To wh ome feare thee ! what thou hast d onne for those

That trust in thee ev n in most open sight !,
’

55 An d when neede were from pride in privie plight ,

Thou hast hidd them ; yet leaving them thy light ,

68 PSAL M 3 1

From strif e of tongues in thy pavilions plas t

, .

Then praise then praise I doe the Lord of us

,

Who was to m e more than most gratious :

F arre f arre more s ure than walls most firmly fas t
, .

Yet I c onf esse in that tempes t ious haste ,

I s aid that I from out thy sight was cast

,

But thou didst heare when I to thee did mo ane .

Then love the Lord all ye that teele hi s gra ce ;

Who p aires the prou d preserves the faithf ull race
,

B e s trong in hope his strength shall you supply

, .

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Thou art my safe and s e crett place ,

Who s avest m e from troublous c ase

To songs and joyful] biding .

B ut who so will in structed b e ,

C ome come the way I w ill tea ch t hee ;

,

Guide th ee by my eyes guiding .

O h be not like a horse or Mule

, ,

Wh oly devoide of re asons rule ,

Wh os e mouthes thy self dost bridle

Knowing full we ll that h eastes th ey b e ,

And therefore soone would mischief thee

I f th ou remaine d s t idle
’

Wo es woes shall come to wicked folkes

, .

B ut who on God his trust invokes ,

All mercies sh alb e swarmed .

B e gladd you good in God h ave joy

, , ,

Joy be to you who doe enjoy

Your hartes with c le ernes s e armed .
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PS AL M 8 8 E X U L TA TE , J U S TI

R e j o yce in Go d 0 ye ,

That righteous be
For c h e erefull th anckfullne s s e ,

It is a coml y part
In the m whose hart
Doth cherish righ tfullne s s e .

O praise with harp th e Lord ,

0 n ow accord
Viols with singing voice
Lett tenne s tring d instrum ent
’

0 n ow be bent
To w it tnes s you rejoi ce .

A new sing a new s ong

,

To him m ost strong ,

Sin g lowd and merrily

Because that word of his
Most righteous is ,

An d hi s de e de s faithful l b e .

Hee rig approves

h t e o us n e s s e
And judgment loves :
Gods go o dne s s e fills all landes .

His word m a d e h e av nly coast ’

And all that hoast

B y breath o f his mouth stands .
7 2 PSAL M 33

The waters of the seas

In h eapes he l aies ,

And depthes in treasure hi s

Lett all the earth feare God ,

And who a broad

O i world a dweller is .

F or he spa k e not more soone ,

Than it w as done
H e bade and it did stand
,
.

H e doth heath en c oun ce ll b re ake ,

And maketh w e ake

The might of peoples hand .

B ut ever ever s hall

,

His c ouns ells all

Thr ough out all ages las t
— .

The thinckings of that mmd

No end shall find ,

When Tymes t yme s h alb e past .

Th at Realme inde e de hath blisse

W hose G od he is ,

Who him for their Lord take

E ven p eople that ev n those
,
’

Wh om this Lord chose

His heritage to m ak e .

The Lorde looke s from the sky

our m ort all ra ce

B eh oldes .

E ven where he dwelleth he ,

Who dwe ll in dusty p lace .

Since he their hart es doth fram e ,

H e kn owes the s ame

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PS A L M 8 4 B ENE D I C A M DO M IN O

I, even I will a llw aie s

,

Give harty th anc ks to b ym on high ,

And in m y m outh c ontynnually

Inhabit shall his praise .

My soule shall glory still

In that deere Lord with true delight
That hearing it th e hartes contrite
,

May learne th eir joyes to fill .

C om e then and joyne with m e

S omw h at to spea k e of his d ue praise
Strive we that in some worthy phraz e
,

His nam e m ay h onor d be ’

Thus I b e ginne : I sought

-

This Lord an d he did heare m y cry

,

Yea and fro m dre adfu ll missery

,

H e m e he only brought
, , .

This shall menus fancies fram e

To lo oke and runne to b ym for a id e ,

Whose faces on his co m fort staid

Shall never blush for sham e .

For 10 this wretch di d c all

, ,

And lo his c all the s kies di d clim e

,

An d Go d free d b ym in his worst ,

Fro m out his troubles all .

P SAL M 34

His Angells arm ies round

Aboute the m pitch who bym d o feare ;
And watch and ward for such do beare ,

To ke epe them safe and sou md e .

I say but t ast and see ,

How s w ee te how grat ious is his grace

,

Lord hee is in thrice blessed case

,

Whose trust is all in thee .

F e are C o d ye saintes o f his

, ,

For nothing they can ever want

Who faithful] feares in b ym do plant
They have a nd shall have blisse
, ,
.

The Lions o fte lack fo ode ,

Those raveners wh e lpe s o ft starved be

But who s eeke God with constancy
Shall neede nought that is good .

Com e children lend your e are

, ,

To m e and m ar k what I do say

,

For I will teach to you the way

How this our Lord to feare .

Am ong you who is heere , ,

That lif e and length of life requires ,

And blessing such with length desires , ,

As lif e may goo d appe are ?

Ke e pe w ell thi lipps and ton g ue ,

Least inward ills doe them defile ;

O r that by wor d es enwrapt in guile ,

Another man be stong .

Doe good fro m f ault e s de c lyne

, ,

S e eke peace and follow after it :

,

F or Go d s own eyes on good m en sitt -

,

And e are s to the m enclyn e .

Soe his high heavenly face

Is bent but bent against those sa m e
,

That wi cked b e their very nam e ,

Fro m earth quite to displace .

 PSALM
The just when b armes approach
Do cry ; their cry of h ym is hear d
And by his care fro m them is barr d ’

All trouble all reproach

,
.

To hu mble broken myndes

,

Thi s Lord is ever ever ne e re ;

,

An d will sa ve wh om e his true sight cleere

In spirit afflict e d finde s
.

I nde e de the very best

Most greate and gre evous paines doth beare
But God shall him to s afty reare ,

W hen m ost hee s e emes o ppre s t .

His b o ane s he kee peth all

,

S o that not one of the m is broke ;

But m alice shall the wicke d choak
Who hate the goo d shall fall .

C o d d oth a ll soules re deeme

Who weare his b lessed livery :
None I say still shall ruin d b e
, ,
’

Who b ym their tru st e s t eeme .

t7 8 P SALM 35

Who did m e wrong against m e W ittne s s e beare

,

Layeng such things as never in m e were ,

S o m y good de e des they p ay with e vill share ; ,

W ith cruell minde s my very soule to teare .

And whose ? ev n hi s who when they sic kness beare

’

W ith inward wo e an outward sac k cloth wear ,

-
.

I did p ull down m y self fasting for such , ,

I praid with praiers which my brest did touch

,

In summe I s h ew d that I to them was bent

’

As brothers or as fre ende s belove d m uch

,
.

Still still for them I hum bly moorning went

, , ,

Like one that should his m others d eath lam ent .

But 10 soone as they did m e s t a gg ring see

,
’

Wh o joy but thei when they ass em bled b e ? ,

Then abjects whi le I w a s unwitting quite

,

Against m e s w arme c e as le s s e to raile at m e ,

With s coffers false I w as th e yr feasts delight

, ,

E ven gnashing teeth to W it t ne s s e m ore their spight ,

.

Lord wilt thou see and wilt thou suff er it ?

, ,

O h ! on my soule let not these tumults hitt ,

.

Save m e distrest from Lions cruell kind

, ,
.

I will thamok thee where congregations sitt , ,

E ven where I do m o st store o f people h nd ,

Most to thy laudes will I m y speeches bind .

Then then lett not m y foes unjustly joy

,

Lett them not fleere wh o m e woul d c aus le s s ,

Who never word of peace yet utter would ,

But hunt with craft the quiett mans annoy ,

And sai d to m e wi d e m owing as they coul d :

, ,

A h a : Sir now we see you where we should

, ,
.

55 This thou hast seene : an d wilt thou silent b e ?

0 Lord d oe not absent thy self fro m m e
,
P SALM 35 79
4
B ut ris e but Wake that I may judgment gett
, , .

My Lo rd my God ev n to my equi ty
, ,
’

Judg Lord : judge C o d ev n in thy jus tice greate

, , ,
’

Le tt n o t their joy upon my woes be s e tt

, .

L ett them n o t Lo rd within their harts thus say

, ,

0 s oule rej oyce we made thi s wretc h our pray

, , .

B ut thr ow them down put them to endless blam e , ,

Wh o make a cause to joy o f m y decay .

Lett them be cloth d wi th most confoundin g shame

’

Tha t lift th em s elve s my mine for to fram e .

But ma ke s u ch gladd and full o f j oyfullnes se

, ,

That yet bear e love unto m y righ t e ous nes s e

Yet let them s ay lau d be to God allw aies
, , ,

Wh o loves with good his s ervaunts good t o blesse , .

As f or m y tongue while I have any daies

, ,

Thy justi c e W ittne s s e shall and speake thy ,

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PS AL M 86 D IXI T I N I UST US

Me th incks amidd m y hart I heare

What guilty wickedness doth say
W hich wick ed folkes doe holde soe deare
E ven thus it self it doth display
, ,

No feare of God d oth once appe are

Before his eyes that s oe doth s trayf

For those same eie s his fi at te rers b e

, ,

Till his known ill doth hatred gett

His wordes dec eipt ; iniquity
,

His de e de s : yea thoughts all good forgett, .

A be d d on mischief muz eth h e ;

,

Abroad his stepps be wrongly sett

,
.

Lord , the h e av ns thy mercy fi lls

h ow
’

Tb y truth above the c lo udes m ost b yl

Thy righ t eous nes s e lik e hugest hills ,

Thy judgm ents li ke the dee pe s do ly .

Thy grace with s afty m an fulfills ,

Yea b e as t e s m a d e safe thy goodene s s e

, ,

O Lord h ow excellent a thing

,

Thy m ercy is ; whi c h ma kes mannkind

Trus t in th e sha d ow of thy wing ;
W ho shall in thy house fat tnes s e find ,

An d drinc k from out thy ple asures spring

O f pleasures past the reach of mind .
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PS AL M 8 7 N O L I A E M ULA RI

Frett not thy self if thou do see

,

That wic ked m en d o see m e to flo urish

N or envy in thy bo z om e nourish
Though ill de e de s w ell succeeding be .

They soone sh albe cutt down like grasse

An d wither lik e greene h earb or flower
Do well and trust on h eav nly power
,
’

Thou shalt have both good food and place .

D elight in God an d he shall breede

,

The fullne s s e of thy own hartes lusting

Guide thee by him lay all thy trusting
,

O n b ym and he will make it spee d

, .

For like the light he shall display

Thy Justice in m ost shining lustre
,

And of thy jud gment m ake a m ustre

Like to the glory of noone d ay .

Waite on the Lord with patient hope

C hafe not at so m e manns greate good fortune
Though all his plotts without m isfortune , ,

Attaine unto their wished scope .

Fume not rage not frett not I say

, , , ,

Least such t h inge s synn e in thy self cherish ;

For those ba d folks at last shall perish :
, ,

Who s tay for C od d in blisse shall stay

, .
PSALM 37

25 Watc h but a whi le and thou shalt see

,

The wicked by hi s own pride b anish t

, ,

Lo oke a fter him he s h alb e vani sht

, ,

And never found againe s h alb e .

But me eke men shall the earth possesse

In quiett hom e they s h albe planted
And this delight to them is granted ,

They shall h ave pe ac e in plent eou snes s e .

E villmen w ork ill to uttm os t right ,

G nashing their teeth full o f dis daynin g

B ut God shall s corne their moody m e aning ,

F or their short time is in his sight .

The e vill bent bowes and sw ordes they drew

, ,

To have their hate on good soules wroken

B ut lo their bowes they s h alb e broken
, ,

Their s w orde s shall their own hartes emb re w

,
.

Sm all goodes in good men better is

Than o f bad folkes th e wealthy wonder
For wicked armes s hall breake asun der ;
B ut G od uph olde s th e just in blisse .

45 God ke epes ac compt of good me nns daies ,

Their heritage shall last for ever :

In perill they shall perish never ,

Nor want in dearth their w ant to eas e ,

.

B add folkes shall f all and fall for ay

,

Who to m ake warre with Go d presumed

Lik e fatt o f lambes sh alb e consumed ,

E v n with th e s m oake shall waste a w ay

’

The naughty b orrow e s paye ng not ,

The good is kin d and freely giveth

,
.

Loe whom God blest hee blessed liveth

, ,

Whom he doth cur se to naught shall rott ,

.
84 PSAL M 37

The mann whom God directs doth stand

Firme on his w ay his way Go d loveth ,

Though he doth fall no wrack he proveth ,

H e is upheld by h eav nly hand

’
.

I have been yong : now old I am ,

Yet I the man that w as betaken

To Justice never saw forsaken ;
,

N or that his s ee de to beggin g c am e .

65 H e lendes h e gives more he doth s pend

, , ,

The more his s e e de in blessing flourish

Then fly all ill and goodness nouris h
, ,

And thy go od state s hall never end .

G od loving right doth not forsake

, ,

His h oly o nes : they are p reserved

From tyme to tyme ; but who be swarved
To ill b o th they and theirs shall wrack
, .

I s ay,I s ay the righteous mindes

Shall have the land in th e ir possessing ,

S h all dwe ll thereon and this their blessin g ,

N 0 time within his limitt s bindes .

The good mouth will in wis dome bide fl

,

H is t o ngue o f h e av nly Judgments telleth

’
!

F or Gods hi gh law in his hart dwelleth

80 Wh at c oms thereof? he shall not slide .

The wicked watch the righte ous mu ch ,

And s eeke of life for to bereave him

B ut in their hand God will not leave him
, ,

N or lett him be condempn d by s uch ’

.

85 Waite thou on God and keepe hi s wa y

, ,

He will exalt thee unto honor

And of the earth mak e thee an owner ;
Yea thou shalt s ee the evill de c ay .
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PS A L M 3 8 DO M INE NE IN F U R O R E
,

Lord while th at thy rage doth bide

, ,

Do not chi de
Nor in anger chas tise me ,

F or thy s h afts have peirc d m e s ore ;

’

And yet m ore

Still thy hands upon me b e .

sound part c aus d by thy wra th

’

My flesh hath ,

Nor my synn s lett my b oanes rest ;

F or my faults are highly s predd
O n my b edd ,

Whose foule weights have m e oppres t .

wounde s putrify and s tinck ,

In the s inck
O i my filth y folly la rd
E arthly I do b ow and crook ,

With a look
Still in mourning ch eere araid .

In my B eyn e s hott torments raigne s ;

There remaines
N othing in my bodie soun d
I am we ake and broken s ore ,

Yea I roare
, ,

In my hart such griefe is found .

P SAL M 3 8

Lord before th ee I do lay

What I pray
My s ighes are not hid from thee ,

My hart pants g on is my might , ,

E ven the light

O f myne eyes abandons m e .

From my plague kinne neighbour frend

, , ,

Farre oft wen d ;

B ut who for my life do waite ,

They lay snares they ni m ble be ,

Who hunt m e ,

Speaking e vill thinc king de ce ite ,

.

B ut I like a m ann beco m e

,

D e afe and d um b ,

Little hearing s peaking lesse , ,

I even as s u ch kin d of W ight

, ,

S ence le s se quite ,

Word with word do no t represse .

F or on thee Lord without end

, ,

My God thou wilt heare my voi ce

,

For I said heare least they be

, ,

G ladd on m e ,

Wh ome my fall doth make rej oyc e .

Sure I do but halting goe

, ,

And my w oe
Still my oreth wart neighbour is .

Lo I now to moorne beginne

, ,

For my sinn e
Telling mine iniquities .

But th e while they live and grow

,

In greate show ,
88 P SALM 3 8

M anymighty wrongfull foes

, ,

Who do evill for good to m e ,

E nimie s be ;
Why ? because I vertue chose .

D o not Lord then m e forsake

, , , ,

D oenot take
Thy deere presence farre from m e ,

Haste O Lord that I be staid

, ,

My salvation is in thee .

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0 helpe O helpe m e ; this farre yet I crave

, ,

From my transgressions m e to sa ve :
Lett m e not be th rowne d own to so base sham e , ,

That foole s of m e m ai e m a ke their g am e .

B ut I doe hush why do I say thus m uch ?

,

Sin c e it is th ou that mak s t one such ’

Ah ! yet from m e lett thy plagu es b e dis plac d ’

For with thy handy s troake s I waste .

I know th at manns fowle sinne doth cause wrath

For when his sinne thy scourging hath ,

Thou moth lik e maks t his b ew t y fa di ng b e ;

—

Soe wha t is m anne but vanity? ,

Heare Lord m y suites and cries : stopp not thine

, , ,
’

e ares

A t these m y wordes all c lo th d in teares :

’

, ,

For I with thee on earth a stranger am

, , ,

But baiting as m y fathers c am e

,
.

Stay then thy wrath that I maie s trength re c e ave

,

E re I my earthly b e e in g leave .

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PS AL M 4 0 E XPE C TAN S E XPE C TAVI

While long I did with patient constancy

, ,

The pleasure o f my God attend ,

H e did him sel f to me ward bend

, ,
-

And h arkned how and why that I did cry .

And m e from pitt bemi red , ,

From dungeon he retired ,

Wh ere I in horrors l ay :
,

Setting my fee te upon

A s t e edfast ro cky stone ;
And m y w eake stepps did sta y .

m my mouth he did a s ong affoord ,

N ew song unto our God o f praise

W hich m any seeing hartes shall raise
To feare with trust and trust with feare
,

O h he inde ede is blessed

,

Whose trust is s o addressed ;

Who hendes not w andring eyes
To greate mens pe coc k pride ,

Nor ever turnes a side

To follow a fter lies .

My God thy wondrous worke s h ow manyfold !

,

What m anne thy thoughts c an count

I faine of them would spea king be
B ut they are more than can by m e be tol d .

Thou s acrific e nor o fi ring

, ,

Burn t ofi ring nor sinn e offring

,
9 2 P SALM 4 0

Didst like much lesse d id st crave ;

,
’

But thou di d st peirce my c are ,

Whi ch should thie le as s ons beare ,

And W ittnes s e m e thy slave .

Thus bound I sayd loe Lord I am at hand

, : , ,

For in thy b o oke s row le I am w ritt ; ,

And sought with de ede s thy will to hitt .

Yea Lord thy law within m y hart doth stand

, ,

I to greate congregation
, ,

Thou know s t m a d e declaration ’

O f this s w e e t e righteousness
My lipps shall s till re ve ale ,

My hart shall not conce ale

Thy truth health grat ious ne s s
, ,
.

Then Lord from m e draw not thy tender grace

, , ,

Me still in truth and m ercy save

, , .

For e ndles s e woes m e co m past have ,

S o prest with s ynn es I c annott see m y case

, .

But triall w ell doth teach m e ;

F owle f aulte s sore paines do reach m e ,

More than my head hath heares ,

S o tha t m y surest part ,

My life m ain taining hart

—
,

Failes m e with ougly feares

, .

Vouchsafe m e helpe O Lord and helpe with haste

, ,

Lett them have sha m e yea blush for shame , ,

Who j oynt ly sought my bale to fra m e

Lett them be curst aw ay that would m e waste ;
Le t t the m with s ham e be c loie d ,

Yea lett them be des t roie d ,

For guer d on of their s ha m e ,

Who s o unpit tious be

-

As now to say to m e :
A h a l this is go o d g am e .
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PS A L M 4 1 BEA T US I N TE LLI GI T

Hee blessed is who with wise te m per can

Judge of th afflict e d m an
’

For Go d shall him deliver in the tyme

When mos t his troubles clim e .

The Lord will ke e pe his life yet safe and soun d

With blessings of the ground ;
And will not him unto the will expose ,

O f th em th at be his foes .

When bedd fro m rest bec o m es his seate of woe ,

I n God his strength sha ll grow ,

And turne his cou ch where sick he couched late

, ,

T0 well recovered s tate

Therefore I said in most infirmit y ,

Have m er cy Lord on m e :
, ,

O b eale m y so ule lett there thy cure beginne

, , ,

Where gainst thee lay my sinne .

My foes evill wordes their hate of m e display

, ,

While thus alas they say :

, ,

When when will death oret ake this wretched

,

And his name perish q uite ?

The ir curteous V is s ittings are courting lyes
,

They inward e vills dis gis e

E ven h e ape s o f wicked thoughts whi ch streight th ey ,

As soone as out they goe .

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For then their hateful] b eades close whis pring b e ,

With hurtful] th oughts to m e .

N ow he is wra ckt say they loe th ere he li es

, , , ,

Who never more m ust rise .

0 yea m y fren d to w h ome I did im part

, ,

The s e crett s of m y hart ,

My freend I say wh o at m y table sate

, , ,

Did kick against m y s tate .

Therefore O Lord ab andon d thus of all

, ,
’

O n m e lett mercy f all ;

And raise m e up that I m ay once have might
, ,

Their meritts to requite

But what? this doth alrea d y w ell appeare
That I to thee am deere
Since foes nor ha ve nor shall ha v e caus e to b e
, ,

Trium p hi ng o ver m e .

But trium ph w ell m ay I w h om e thou do st stay

,
’

In m y soun d righ tfull w ay :

Who m thou ( 0 place o f places all ) do st place ’

For ay before thy fa c e

, .

Soe then be blest now then at hom e abroad , , , ,

O i I s rae ll the go d
W orl d without en d lett this his blessing flow
, ,

O h soe ; oh be it soe .
 PS AL M 42 Q UE M A D M O D UM

As the chafed hart which braieth

See kin g some refreshing brooke ,

S o my s o ule in pantin g plaie th ,

Thirs ting on my God to looke .

My s oule thirsts indee de in mee , ,

After ever lyving thee ;

-

Ah when comes my blessed be e ing

, ,

O f thy face to h ave a seeing?

D ay and night my teares out flowing -

Have been m y ill feeding foo d ;

,

With their daily questions throwing

Where is now thy God soe goo d ?
,

My hart melts rememb ring soe

, ,

H ow in troupes I w o ont to goe

Leading the m hi s praises singing
, ,

Holy daunce to Go ds howse bringing .

Why art thou my soule soe sory

, , ,

And in m e soe mu ch dism aid?

Waite on God for yet his glory
,

In my songue s h albe dis plaid .

When but with one looke of his

H e shall m e restore to blisse :
Ah m y soule it self appalle th ,

In such longing th ough te s it falleth .

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Judge o f all judge m e

,

And prote ctor be

O f my c ause op pres sed
,

By most cruell sprites ;

In false c oullers dressed .

F or my God thy sight

, ,

Why w alk I in woes ?

While prevailing foes
Have of joyes bereft m e ?

Send thi truth and light

Let them guide mee right

Bringing m e to thy

Shaking off all s addnes s ,

God of all my blisse ,

God o f all my gladdne s s .

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Then loe then I will

, ,

With s w ee te musicks skill

Grat full m eani ng show thee
Then God y e a my God
, , ,

I will sing ab roade

Wh at greate th ancks I ow thee .

Why art thou my soul e

C ast down in such dole?
What ailes thy dis comfort?
Waite on God for still ,

T h anck my God I will ,

Sure aid present comfort, .

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e ins ignia of a knight .
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,

Lorde our fathers true relation

,

O ften m a d e hath m a d e u s knowe

,

How thy pow r in each occ a sion

’

Thou of ol d for them didst showe ;

How thy han d the Pagan fo e
Rooting hence thie folk e im planting
, ,

L e a ve le s s e m a d e that braunch to grow ,

This to s pring noe verdure wanting

,
.

Never co ul d their sword procure them

C onquest of the prom is t land :
Never could their force assure them
W hen th e ie did in d anger stan d .

N oe it w as thie arme thie hand

, , ,

N oe it was thie fa v ors treasure

,

Spent uppon thie loved band ,

Loved w hi e ? for thy wise pleasure

, .

Unto thee stand I subjected ,

I that d id of Jacob spring

B idd then that I b e protected ,

Thou that art m y G od m y king

,

B y that succour thou d idst bring ,

Wee their pri d e that us assaile d ,

Downe did t read an d back d i d fling

, ,

In thy na m e c onfu s d an d quaile d

’

.
1 04 PSAL M 44

F or my trust was not reposed

In my owne though strongest bowe ,

Nor my s cab b erd held enclosed

That when ce shoul d m y s aftie flowe
,

Thou O God from every foe

, ,

Didst us s hield our haters shaming,

Then ce thy dailie praise wee showe ,

Still thy name with honor nam ing .

B ut aloo fe thou now dost hover ,

Grieving us with all disgrac e

Hast res ign d and given over
’

In our C amp e thy C apt aines place .

Back wee t urne that turned face , ,

Flieng them that erst wee foiled :

,

See our goods ( 0 changed case ) ,

Spoil d by them that late we s poiled

’

.
,

Righ t as s h eepe to be devowred ,

Helple s s e heere w e e lie alone

S c at tringlie by thee out powred -
,

Slaves to dwe ll with lords unknown .

Sold wee are but s ilver none ,

Told for us : by thee so pris e d ,

As for nought to bee forgone ,

Grac ele s s e w orthle s s e Vile despised

, , , .

By them all th at dw ell about us ,

Tos d we flie as b alls o f s c orne ;

’

All our neighbours laugh and flout us ,

Men by thee in shame forlorne .

Proverb like our name is worne

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,

0 h ow fast in foraine p laces !

What hed s hakings are forborne l
-

Wordle s se taunts and dumbe dis graces l

S oerebuke be fore mee goeth ,

As my s elf doe daily goe

Soe C onfusion on m e groweth ,

That my f ace I blush to s how .

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Rise ,

Lord in mercie soe e s te eme us

, ,

Mercie may from thrall rede eme us .

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re at ion: a ccount .
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PS A L M 4 5 E R UC TA VI T C O R M E U M

M y harte endites an argument o f worth ,

The praise of him that doth the Scepter s w aie

My tongue the pen to paynt h is praises forth ,

Shall write as swi ft as swiftest writer ma ie .

Then to the kin g these are the wordes I saie

Fairer art thou than sonnes of mort all race
Because hi gh God hath blessed thee for ay ,

Thie lipps as springs doe flowe with speakin g grac e

, , .

Th ie honors sword gird to th is migh tie side ,

0 thou th at dost all things in might excell

With glory prosper on with tri um ph ride
,

Since justice truth and m eekness with thee dwell

, ,
.

Soe that right hande o f thine shall teaching tell

Such thi ngs to thee as well maie terror bring
, ,

And terror such as never erst befell

,

To mort all mindes at sight of m ort all king .

Sharpe are thie s h aft e s to clea ve th eir hartes in t waine

Whose heads do cast thy C onque s te s to withstand
Good caus e to make the meaner people faine
With willing hartes to un de rgoe thie hand .

Thie thr one O God doth never falling stand

,
-

Thi e Scepter ensi gne of thie kin glie might

, ,

To righteousness is linc kt with such a band ,

That righte ous hand still holds th ie Scepter right .

1 08 PSAL M 45

Justice in love in hate thou hol d est wrong

, ,

This makes that Go d who soe doth hate an d love ,

Gla d makin g oile that oile on thee hath flong

-
, ,

W hich thee exaltes thine e qualls farre above .

The fragrant riches of Sabean grove

M irrh Aloes C asia all thy robes d oe s m ell
, , ,

When thou fro m ivorie palla c e d ost remove

Thie breathing o d ors all thie traine excell .

Daughters of kings am ong thie c ort lie band ,

By h onoring thee of th ee doe honor hold :

O n thie right si d e thie d earest queene doth stand
R ichlie araid in cloth of O phir gold .

0 daughter heare what now to thee is told

Mark what thou hear st and what thou mark s t obay
’

,
’

F orge tt to keepe in m e m ory enro ld

The house and folk where fir st thou s aw st the daie
, , .

Soe in the king thie king a deere delight

, ,

Thi e b e aut ie shall both breed and bre dd , ,

maint aine
For onlie hee o n thee hath lordlie right ,

Him onlie thou with awe must e nt ertaine .

Then unto thee both Tyrus shall be faine

Presents present and richest nations m oe
, ,

W ith humble sute th ie Roiall grace to gaine ,

To thee sh all doe such homage as they owe .

This Queene that can a king her father c all ,

Doth only shee in upper garment shi ne ?

Naie un d er clothes and what she wea reth all
, ,

Golde is the s tuff e th e f as sh ion Arte divine ;

B rought to the k ing in ro b e imb ro dre d fi ne ,

Her m aide s of honor shall on her attend

With such to w h ome m ore fay oure shall assigne
,

In nearer place their h appie daie s to spend .

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PS AL M 4 6 D E US N O S TE R R EF U G I UM

Go d gives us strength an d keepes u s s ounde

, ,

A present help when dangers c all ;

Then feare not wee lett qua k e the grounde ,

And in to seas let m ountains fall ,

Yea soe lett seas w ith all

,

In watry hi lls arise

,

As m aie the e arth lie hills a pp all ,

With dread and d as hi ng cries .

For 10 a river streaming joy

, ,

With purling m urmur s aflie sli des ,

That c itt ie washing from annoy ,

In holy s hrine where God resides .

God in her center bides :

W hat can thi s c itti e shake ?
Go d earlie ai d es and ever guides ,

Who can this c itt ie take ?

When nations goe against her bent

An d kings with siege her w alls enround
The v oide of aire his voice d oth rent ,

E arth failes their fe e te with m elting ground .

To strength and ke epe us s ound ,

The God of arm ies arm es

O ur rock on Jacob s God wee found
Above the reach of h arme s .
P SALM 4 6 111

0 com e with m e 0 com e and view

,

The troph e s of Jehovas hand :

What wracks from him o ur fo e s pursue ,

H ow c le erly he h ath purg d our land

’

B y him w arrs silent stand

H e brake the archers bow
”

Ma de c h arre tts w h ee le a firy brand ,

And speare to shi vers goe .

Bee still saith h e ; know God am I

,

Know I will be with conquest croun d ’

Abo ve all nations raised high ,

High rais d above thi s earthy round

’

T o strength and ke epe u s sound

'

The God of armies armes

O ur rock on Jacobs God we found ,

Above th e reach o f b armes .

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PS AL M 47 O M NE S G EN TE S ,
PL A UD I TE

All people to Jehovah bring

,

A gla d applause of clap ping hands

To Go d a song of triumph sing
Who hi gh and h ighlie feared stands
, ,

O f all the earth sole ruling king ;

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Fro m whose allmigh tie grace it gro we s

That nations by our power oppres t ;
O ur foote on hum bled count ries goes :
Who Jacobs honor loved best ,

Ah heritage for us hath chose .

There past hee b y : hark how d i d ring ,

Harm onious aire with trumpe tt s s ound

Praise praise our Go d ; praise pr ai se our king
, , ,

Kings of the worl d your judgm ents s oun d ,

With Skillful song his praises sing .

On sacred throne not kn owing end

, ,

For Go d the king of kingdom es raigne s

The folk of Abrahams God to frend
Hee greatest prince greate princes gaines ;
, ,

Princes the s hields that earth d efend

,
.
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Righteous Lord both free fro m end ,

Thie fam e doth match thy nam e .

Thie j ust hand brin gs Sion gladness

Turns to mirth all Judae s sadness .

C ompasse Sion in her standing

Tell her t owre s mark her fortes,

Note with care the s tatelie portes

Her roiall hous es beare ;
For that age s understanding ,

Whi ch shall c ome when wee shall ,

G la dd in form er time to know ,

H ow manie wh at they were .

For God is our God for ever

,

Us till death forsaki ng never .

m at e d : c o nf oun de d .
 PS A L M 49 A U D I TE H A E C , O M N E S

W orld dwellers all gi ve heede to what I saie ;

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To all I speak e to rich poore high and low ;

, , ,

K n ow le dg the sub ject is m y ha rt c o nc e aves ,

Wis dome the wordes shall from my mouth proc eed

Whi ch I will measure by melodious e are ,

And ridled speech to tuned harp a c cord .

The tim es of evil why should they m e dism aie ,

W hen misg hif f shall my foote stepps overflow ?

m

And firs t from h im whom fickle wealth dec e ave s ,

W hich his ( though greate ) vaine c onfi denc e doth

Since no m an can his brothers life out beare
-
,

Nor ye eld for hi m his ranso m e to th e Lord ?

F or deere the price that for a soul must paie

An d death hi s g ris oner never will fg rgoe ;
m
w

Naie t w h om e but longer time hee lea ves

Respited fro m the to m b e for treasures mee d ?
Sure at his som m ons wise and tooles appe are
, ,

And others spend the riches they did hoord .

A second th inke s his house shall not de c aie ,

Nor tim e hi s glorious buildings overthrow ,

N am Eroudli e of his na m e where folly reaves

,

E xalted men of sence : and th e ie indeed

A brutish life an d d eath as beasts they were
, ,

D o e live and d ie ; of who m is no record .

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25 Yea these whose race approves their peevish w aie

, ,

Death in the pitt his carrion fo o de doth stow

And loe thej irs t succeeding light p erc e aves
, w

The just installed in the gre ate mans s teed ;

W

3 0 Lovely in house in tombe beco m es

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a b h ord .

But God my Go d to interce pt the praie

, ,

O f my li fe from the grave will not f ore s lowe

For he it is hee only me rec eave s :
,

Then though one rich doe grow e though glories s c ede ,

Spring with encrease : yet stand thou free from feare ,

O f all hi s po mp death shall h im nought a ffoord .

Please they them selves and think at happiest stay ,

W ho please the m selves : yet to their fathers goe

Must they to endless dar k : for folly reaves
4 0 E xalted men of sence and they inde ede ,

A brutish life and death as b e as t e s they were , ,

Doe live and die of w h ome is no e record

, , .

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prince : f ar ab ove h is lord .

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Suppose mee h ungrie ; yet to beg thy m eate ,

I wo uld not tell thee that I h un grie were :

My self maie take what needs mee then entreate?
,

Since earth is mine and all that earth doth be are ?

,

But doe I long the brawnie flesh to ea te

O f th at d ull beast that serve s the plowmans neede ?
O r doe I thir st to quench m y th irsty b eate
, ,

In wh at the th ro at e s of bear d ed cattell bleed ?

0 no : bring God of praise a s acrific e

Th y vowed debts unto the hi ghest paie
Invoke m y n am e to mee ere ct thy cries
, ,

Thy praying plaint s when s c row stop ps thy w aie ;

,

I will undoc the knott that anguish tyes ,

And thou at peace shalt glorifie my name

Mildly the good God s c h ooleth in thi s wise
, ,

But this S harpe check cloth to the godles s e frame

How fitt s it thee my statutes to report?

And o f my covenant in thy talk to prate
Hating to live in right reformed sort ,

And leaving in neglect what I relate ?

See st tho u a thief? thou grow s t o f his consorte
’ ’

Dost with adult rers to adultrie goe

’

Thy mouth is slanders ever open port e -

,

And from thy to ngue doth nought but treas on ,

Naie ev n thy brother thy rebukes disgra ce

’

And thou in spight diffam s t thy mothers s onne ’

And for I wink a whi le thy thoughts imb rac e :

,

God is like mee and doth as I have done

,
.

But loe thou see st I march another p ace

’

And c ome with truth thy fals h ood to disclose

Thy sinne reviv d upbraide s thy blushing fa ce
,
’

, ,

Which thou long dead in silence didst suppose .

PSAL M 5 0 1 19 if

0 laie up th is in marking memorie

You that are wont G ods judgments to forgett
In vaine to others for release you flie ,

If o n c e on you I griping fingers s ett .

And know the rest : my dearest worship I

In swe e te p erfume of offre d praise doe pla c e
And wh o directs his goings orderlie
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,

B y m y condu ct s hall see Gods saving grace .

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c ute a s uit o r ch ar e LIN E 3 2 b ea rde d oatt ell: go at s

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PS A L M 5 1 M I S E R E R E M E I D E US ,

0 Lord whose grace no lim its comprehend

,

Sweet Lord whose m ercies stand from me asure

,

To mee that grace to m ee that mercie send, ,

And wipe O Lord my s innes from s infull mee ,

O c lens e O wash my foule iniquit ie

,

C lens e still my spotts still wash aw aie my s t aynings

, ,

Till s taine s and spotts in m e leave no remaynings .

F or I alas a ckn o wledgin g doe kno w

, ,

My filth ie fault my faultie fi lth ine s s

,

To my soules eye unc essantly doth show .

Which done to thee to thee I doe confesse , ,

Just judge true witness ; that for righteousness

, ,

Thy doome may passe against m y guilt awarded ,

Thy evidence for truth maie be regarded .

My mother loe ! when I began to b e

, ,

C onc e aving m e with m e did sinne conc e ave

,

And as with li ving b eate she c h e ris h t m e ,

C orruptio n did li k e cherishing re c e ave

But loe thy love to purest good doth cleave
, ,

And inward truth which h ardlie els discerned ,

My t rewand soule in thy hid schoole hath learned .

Then as thy self to leapers hast as s ign d ’

With h is op Lord thy His op purge m e soe

, , ,

A nd that shall c lens e the le aprie of my mind ;

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PS AL M 5 2 Q UI D G L O RI A R I S P

Tyrant why s w el s t thou thus

,
’

O i mischief vaunting ?
Since helpe fro m God to us ,

Is never w anting?

Le wd lies thy tongue contrives ,

Lowd lies it soundeth :

Sharper than sharpest knives
With li es it woun d eth .

F a ls h ood thy witt approves ,

Thy will all vices loves ,

Vertue negle c ted .

N ot wordes from cursed thee ,

But g ulfes are powred ;

C ultes wh e rin d aily bee
Good men devoured .

Think s t
’

thou to beare it soe ?

God shall displace thee
G od shall thee overthrow ,

C rush thee deface thee

,
.

The just shall fearing see

These fearefull chaunces
An d laughing shoote at thee
With s cornf u ll glances .
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Loe loe the wretched W ight

, , ,

W ho God dis d aining ,

His m ischi ef m a d e his m ight ,

His guard hi s gaining .

I as an olive tree,

8 011 green shall flouris h

Gods house the s o ile shall bee
My rootes to nourish .

My t rust on his true lo ve

Shall never thence re m ove ,

Never see ending .

Thee will I honor still

Lor d for this justice
,

There fix m y hopes I w ill

Where thy s ainc t s trust is .

Thy saints trust in thy nam e ,

Protected by the sa m e
Nought can annoy them .
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PS A L M 58 D IXI T I N SI PI E N S

There is no God th e foole doth saie

, ,

If not in word in thought and will

,

This fancie rotten de edes b ewraie ,

And s t udies fix t on lothsome ill .

Not one doth good : from h e av nlie ’

Jehovas eye one wiser minde

C ould not discerne th at held the waie
,

To understand and God to finde

, .

They all h ave stra1 d are c anore d all ,

Not one I saie not one doth good

,
.

B ut s ens le s nes s what shoul d I c all

,

Such carriage of thi s cursed brood?

My pe ople are th eir bread their fo o d , ,

Upon my name they s c orne to cry :

Wh om e vaine affright doth yet app all ,

Where no just ground of feare doth ly .

B ut on their bones shall wreaked be

All thy invaders force and guile ,

In vile conf usion c ast by thee ,

For G od him s elf shall m a k e them vile .

Ah ! why delaies that hap py while

W hen Sion shall our saver bring?
The Lord hi s folk will one daie free
Then Jacobs hous e s hall daun c e and s ing .

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e , e x
p os e .
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PS A L M 5 5 E XA UD I D E US ,

My God most gla d to look most prone to heere , ,

A n open e are 0 let my praier find ,

And from my plaint turne n o t thy face awa y .

Behold my gestures harke n what I say ,

Whi le uttering mones with most torm ented mind .

My b o dy I no lesse torment and teare ,

F or loe their fearful th reatnings woun d mme e are

, ,

Who grie fs on griefs on m e s till heap ing laie ,

A mark to wrath and hate and wrong ass ign d .

’

Therefore my hart hath all his forc e res ign d ’

To tre mbling pants D e aths terrors on m e pray

, ,

I feare nay shake nay quiv ring quake with feare

, ,
’

Then say I 0 might I but cutt the wind

, ,

B orn on the w ing the fe arfufl dove doth beare

Stay would I not till I in rest might stay
,
.

Far hence 0 far then w ould I take my way

, ,

Unto the d e s ert and repose m e there

, ,

These stormes of woe these tempests left behin d

,

B ut sw allow them 0 Lord in darkn ess blind

, , ,

C o nf ound their c oun c ells le ade their ton g ues a s tr ay

, ,

That what they meane by w ordes may not appe are

For Mother Wrong within th eir towne ea ch where ,

And d aughter S trife their ens ign es so disp lay ,

As if they only thi ther were confin d

’

25 These w alk th eir cittie walles both night and day ,

O ppressions tum ults guiles of ev ry kind

’

, ,

Are burgesses and dwell the midle neere ;

,
PSALM 55 1 27

About their s tre ete s his m asking robes doth weare

Mischief c loth d in deceit with treason lin d
,
’

,
’

Where only hee hee only beares th e sway

,
.

But not my foe with mee thi s pranck did p la y ,

F or then I would have borne with patient ch e ere

An unkind part from who m I kn ow unkind ;
Nor he e whose forh e d E nvies mark had s ign d ’

His troph es on my ruins s ought to reare ,

From whom to fly I might have made a ssay .

B ut this to thee to thee impute I m ay

, ,

My fe llow my co mpanion held most deere

, , ,

My soule my other self my inward frend :

, ,

Whom unto m e m e unto whom did bind

,

E xchanged secrets who together were ,

G ods temple wont to Visit there to p ray , .

O lett a s oddaine death work their decay ,

Who speaking faire such c anckre d malice m ind

, ,

Let them b e buried breathing in their beir .

But p urple morn blac k ev n and m idday cleare

,
’

, ,

Shall see my praying voice to God e nc lin d ’

Row z ing hi m up ; and nought shall m e dis m ay .

He rans o m e he for m y sattie fin d

md
’

,
’

In fight where many sought m y soule to slay

H e sti ll him self ( to noe suc ceeding h e ire
, ,

Le aving hi s E mpire ) shall no m ore forb eare

But at my motion all these Atheists p ay
, , ,

B y who m ( still one ) such mischie fs are de s ign d ;

’

Wh o but such caitives would have un de rm in d ’

N ay overt h rown e from w h ome but kindness meare

,

They never found ? who woul d such trust betray?

What buttre d wordes ! yet warr their harts bewray
Their speach m ore sharp than sharpest sword or speare
Yet softer flowes than balme from woun d ed rin de .

But my ore loaden soule thy selfe upch eare

, ,

C ast on Go d s shoulders what thee down doth waigh ,

Lo ng borne by thee with bearing pain d and pin d ; ’ ’

To care for thee he shall be ever kinde .

1 28 PSAL M 55

him the just in safety held allw ay

By , ,

C h aungle s s e sh all enter live and leave the ye are , ,

But Lord h ow long shall these m en tarry here ?

, ,

Fling them in pitt of death where never shin d ’

The light of life ; and while I mak e my stay

O n thee let who the ir thirst with bloud alla y
,

Have their life hol d ing threed so weakly tw in d

-
’

That it half s punne death m ay in sun d er s h eare

, , .

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a e m pt . LINE 49 fi
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e nalty
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Then when soever m y d istresse d sprite

Crying to thee brings these unto thy sight
, ,

What rem ayne th for my foes ?

Blam es and s ha m es and overthrow e s
, , ,

3 0 For Go d him self I know for m e will fi gh t .

Gods never falsed word my boast s h albe

-
,

My boast s h alb e his word to sett m e free ,

Go d shall be my h opfull stay ;

F e are s hall not that hope dism ay ,

35 For what can mort all men doe unto m e?

For this to thee h ow d eeply stand I bound

, ,

Lord that my soule dost save m y foes conf oun d ?

, ,

Ah I can no paime nt m a ke
, ,

B ut if thou for paym ent ta k e

4 0 Th e y o wes I p ay thy praises I reso un d
,

Thy praises wh o from death hast set m e free

Whither my f eet e did h e dlong cary m e ;
, ,

Making m e of thy free grace

, ,

There agayne to tak e m y place ,

45 W here light of life with lyving m en I see

, , .
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PS A L M 5 7 M I S E R E R E M E I D E US ,

Thy m ercie L ord Lord now thy mercy show

, ,

O n thee I ly
To thee I fly
Hide m e hive m e as thine owne
, ,

Till these blasts be overblown ,

Which now doe fi erc ely blow .

T0 highest God I will erect m y cry ,

W ho quickly shall
Dispatch this all .

Hee shall d owne from Hea ven

Fro m d isgrace m e to defen d ,

His love and verity .

My soule incaged lyes with lions brood ,

Villains whose han d s

Are fi ry brands ,

Teeth m ore sharp than shaft or speare ,

Tongues farr better e d ge d o beare

Than swords to shed my b lou d .

As high as highest h e av n can give thee

’

O Lord ascend ,

An d thence exten d
With m ost bright most glorious show
, ,

O ver all the earth below

Th e sun n beam es of thy face
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.
1 32 P SALM 57
Me to entangle ev ry w aie I goe
,
’

Their trapp an d nett

Is re a die sett .

Holes they digg but their own holes

,

Pitfalls m ak e for their own soules :

Soe Lor d 0 s erve them s oe
, .

My hart prepar d prepared is my hart

’

To spread thy praise

With tuned laies
W ake my tongue my lute awake , ,

Thou my harp the consort m ak e ,

My self will beare a part .

My self when firs t the m orning shall app e are ,

With voice and string

Soe will thee s m g :
That this earthly globe and all ,

Treading on this earthly b all ,

M y praising notes shall he are .

For God my only God thy gracmus love

, ,

Is m ounted farr
Above each starr ,

Thy unc h an ge d verity

H e av nly wings doe lift as hie
’

As c loudes have roo m e to move

As hi gh as highest h e av n can give thee place

’

0 Lord ascen d
And thence extend
With most bright m ost glorious show
,

O ver all the earth below ,

The sunn beam es of thy face

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.
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0 let th eir brood a brood of springing thornes
, ,

B e by un t ym e ly rooting o v e rt hr o wne
E r bushes w a x t they p ush with pric king hornes
, ,

As truites yet greene are oft by te m pest b lowne .

The good with gladness this reve ng shall see ,

A nd bath his fe e t e in b lo ud of wic ked one

W hile all shall say : the jus t rew ar d ed b e
,

There is a Go d that carves to each his own .

LINE 8 indiflre nt : impar ial

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Save m e fro m such as m e as s aile

Let not m y foes ,

O God a ga m s t m y life prev aile

,

Sa ve m e fro m those ,

W ho make a tra d e of cursed wrong

An d b re dd in b lo u d for blou d doe long
, ,
.

Oi these one sort d oe s e eke by slight

My overthrow
Th e stronger part with open might
Against m e goe
And yet thou C o d m y w ittne s s be
,

Fro m all offence m y soule is free .

But what if I fro m fault am free ?

Yet they are bent ,

To band and stand against poore m e ,

Poore innocent .

Rise Go d an d see how these thi ngs

,

And rescue m e from instant woe .

Rise God of armies m ighty God

, ,

O i I s ra e ll
Lo oke on them all who spre d d abrode
O n earth doe dw ell
A nd let thy hand no longer s pare
Such as of m alice wicked are .
 P SALM
When golden sunn in west d oth sett ,

Re t orn d
’

a g a ine ,

As h ou nde s that howle their foo d to gett ,

They runn a m aine

The c it tie thr ough from street to street ,

With hungry m aw so m e prey to m eet .

Night el d er growne their fittest d a y

, ,

They b ab ling prate ,

How my lost life extinguish m ay

Their dea d ly hate .

They prate and bable v oi d e o f feare ,

F or tush sai e they who now can heare ?

, , ,

E ven thou canst heere and heering s corne , ,

All that they say ;

For them ( if not by thee upborne )
W hat propps d oe stay?
Then will I as they wait for m e
,

O God my fortre s s e wait on thee,

.

Thou ever m e with thy free grace

Prevented hast
W ith thee m y pra ier shall tak e place
E r fro m m e past ,

An d I shall see who m e doe hate

Beyon d m y wish in w ofull state .

For feare my people it forgett

S lay not outright
But scatter them and soe them sett
In open sight
That by thy might they m ay be knowne ,

D is gra c d de b as d
’
a nd o v e rthr o w n e
’
.
, ,

No witness of their wicke dnes s e

I nee d e produce
But their ow ne lipps fit t to expresse ,

E ach vile a b use :

PS AL M DE US ,
R E PU L I S TI

Thy anger erst in fi e ld

,

O ur s c att re d squa drons brake

’

O Go d bee re conc il d
’

This land a t thee di d quake ,

It c h inkt and gaping lay :

0 sound her rup t ures m a k e ,

Her quaking bring to stay .

Worse happe s no hart could

Than did thy wrath ensue
D ull horror w a s o ur drin c k ,

We drinc king giddy grew

, , .

B ut now an ensigne n ew
Re ch e aring all dis ma ie s
-

To gui d e th y fearers view ,

Thy truth our c h iefe d oth ral s e

, .

Then sett thy love d free ,

Preserve mee when I pray

Har k h ark soe shall it b e
, ,

God from his howse d oth say .

Then mak e a m ery stay :

An d share we Sic h ems fi elds
v

The land in pe rc e lls lay ,

That Suc oth s valey ye lds .

PSAL M 60 1 3 54

Mine Gilead 10 by this , ,

Manasse lo mine own

,

My sol d ier Ep h raim is ,

My law by Judah shown

My w as h pott Moab grown
My shoe at Ed om flong l
Philistia o verthrown :
Sing n ow thy trium ph song .

B ut whom shall I attend ,

Till I these co nquests make ?

O n whose condu ct depend
Till E doms fortes I take?
0 thine to whom we spake ,

But spake befo re in vayn :

Thin e God that didst forsake
,

O ur troupes for w arr to trayu .

A gainst dis t ressing foes

Let us thy succour finde
Who trust in man repose ,

Doe trust repose in winde .

In God lett hand and mind

Their force and v allor show ,

Hee hee in abje ct kind

,

Shall lay our haters low .

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To thee I cry ,

My c rye ng heare .

To thee m y praying V o 1c e doth fly

Lord lend my voice a lis tning e are
,
.

Fro m country banished ,

All com fort vanished ,

To thee I runn when storm es are nigh .

Up to thy hill
Lor d m a k e m e c lym e ;
,

Which els to scale exc eeds my s kill

For in my m ost distressed tyme
Thy eye attend e d m e ,

Thy hand defende d m e ,

Against m y foe m y fortre s s e still .

The n where a tent

For the e is m a d e
,

To harbor still is m y entent

An d to thy wings protecting shade
My self I carry will ,

And there I tarry will ,

Safe from all shot against m e bent .

W hat fi rs t I cra ve
First graun t ing m e ,

That I the ro iall rule m ay ha ve

O f s uch as feare an d honor thee
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Yet shall my soule in silence still

O n God m y help attenti v e stay
, ,

Yet he m y fort m y health my hill

, , ,

Re m ove I m ay not m ove I m ay , .

H ow long th en shall your fruitle s s e w ill

A n e nimy soe farr fro m f all ,

With we ake e nde vor stri ve to kill ,

You rotten h e dg you bro k en w all ?

,

Fors ooth that hee no m ore m ay rise

, ,

A dvaunc e d eft to thr one and crown

To headlong him their th ough t es d evise ,

And past re liefe t o tread him downe

, , .

Their love is only love of lies

Their wordes and de e de s dissenting soe ,

When from their lippes most blessing flyes ,

Then deepest curse in hart doth grow .

Yet shall my soule in silence still

O n God my hope attentive stay
, ,

Yet hee m y fort my health my hill

, , ,

Rem ove ? 0 no : not m ove I m ay .

My God doth m e with glory fill ,

Not o nly shield m e safe fro m harme

To shun distresse to conquer ill
, ,

To h im I clime in him I arm e

,
.
PSAL M 62 1 43

0 then on God our certaine stay

, , ,

All people in all tim es rely ,

Your hartes before him naked lay

To Adams sonnes tis vain to fly ,

Soe vain soe false soe fraile are they ;

,

E v n he that seemeth m ost o f might

’

With ligh tne s s e self if hi m you waigh ,

The n ligh tnes s e self will waigh mor e

In fraud and for ce noe trust re p os e

, ,

Such idle hope s fro m th ough tes ex pell ,

And take good heed when riches growes

,

Let not your hart on riches dw ell .

All powre is Go ds his ow n word showes

, ,

O nce said by him tw ic e heard by m e

,

Yet fro m thee Lord all m ercy flowe s

, , ,

And each manns wo r k is paid by thee .

 PS A L M 68 DE U S, D E US M E U S

O G od the God where all my forces ly

, ,

How doe I hunt for thee with early h aste !

How is for thee my spirit thirsty dry !
H ow gaspes my s o ul e for thy re fres h ing taste !
Wittnes s e thi s wat erle s s e thi s weary w aste,

When ce 0 that I a gaine trans fer d might b e

,
’

Thy glorious might in sa cred place to see .

Th en on thy praise w ould I my lipps employ ,

Wi th whose kind mercies nothing may c ontend ;

N o not this life it self whose c are and joy
, ,

In prayeng voi c e and lifted hands should end

, .

This to my soule should such a banquet send ,

That s weetly fed my mouth should sing thy name

, ,

In gladdest notes contented mirth c ould frame .

And 10 ev n heer I mind thee in my bedd

,
’

And interrupt m y s leepe s with nightly thought ,

H ow th ou hast bene the target of my b edd ,

H ow thy wings shadow hath my s afty wrought .

And though my body from thy view be brought

, ,

Yet fix t on thee my loving soule remaines ,

Whose right right hand from falling m e re taines ,

.

But ch as se eke my li fe to ruinate

su ,

Them s hall the earth in dee p est gulph rec e ave .

Firs t murdring blade shall end their livin g date ,

And th en their flesh to teeth of fo xes leave ;

As for th e king the king s hall then c onc eave
,

High joy in God and that God adore

, ,

When lying mouthe s shall s top p ed ly no more

, , , .
146 P SAL M 64

But th ou O God from sodain blow

, ,

Death striking them a shaf t shalt send

, ,

And their own tongues to their own woe

Shall all their wounding sharpness bend .

Thus wounded shall they end ,

Thus ending s hall they make

E ach mort all eye a ttend ,

E a ch eye attending q uake

,
.

N ot one I s ay but shall behold

, ,

This w orke o f God which he a g aym

Shall as he c an in wordes unfold
, , ,

If yet h is feare he entertain .

In wh o doth tyme le s s e ra igu

The just sha ll joy and hope
The hartes uprightly playn
Shall have their vaunting scop e .

12 dint : as s ault viol

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PS A L M 6 5 TE D E C E T H YM N U S

Sion it is where thou art praised ,

Sion O G o d where yowes they pay thee

, ,

There all me ns praiers to thee raised

Retorne pos s e s t o f what they pray thee .

There thou my sinns pre vailing to my shame

Dost turne to s m oake o f sacrificing flame .

0 he of blisse is not de c e ave d ,

W ho m chosen thou unto thee take st

, ,

And whom into thy court re c eave d

, ,

Thou of thy ch e ckrole nu m be r makest .

The dain ty viands o f thy sacred store

Shall fe ede b ym so he shall not hunger m ore .

From thence it is th y thre atning thunder

, ,

Lest we by wrong should be d isgraced ,

Doth strike our foes with feare and wonder

O thou on who m the ir hopes are placed ,

Whom either earth doth steadfastly s us tayn ,

O r cradle rockes o f res t le s s e w a vy playn .

Tby vertue s taie s th e mighty mount ayne s ,

Girded with po w r with strength abounding

’

The roaring d amm o f watry fountaine s

Thy b e ck doth make surceas e her sounding ;
Wh en stormy uproares tosse the peoples brayu ,

That c ivill sea to c alrne tho u bringst a ga ym

.
.
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Where earth doth end with endless ending ,

All s uch as dw ell thy signes affright the m

,

And in thy praise their voices spending

B oth b owses of the sunn d elight them
Both whence he com es when early he awakes , ,

And where he goes when ev ning rest he ta kes

,
’

Thy eie from h eav n this land beholdeth

’

Such fruitfull dewes d own on it rayn ing ,

That s toreh ow s e li ke her lap enfolde th

,
-

Assured h ope of plowmans gaynin g .

Thy flowing s tre ame s her drought d oe tempe r s o ,

That buried seed through yelding grave doth grow .

Drunk is each ridg of thy cup drincking ,

E a ch clod d re lent eth at thy dressing

Thy c loud born waters inly s incking
-
,

Faire spring s prout es foorth blest with thy blessing .

The fertile ye are is with thy bounty orow n d ’

And where thou go st thy goings fatt the ground

’

, .

Plenty b e dew es the desert plac es

A h e dg of m irth th e hills enclos e th
The fieldes with flocke s have hid their faces
A robe o f corn the vallies c loth eth .

D esertes and hills and feilds and valleys all

, , , ,

Rej oyc e shout sing and on thy name doe c all

, , , .
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You folk his flo ck com e then em ploy

,

In law ding him your songe s of joy

O u God our God your voices spending
, , ,

Still praying praising never endin g

, ,
.

For he our li fe hath us re given -

,

Nor would he let our goings slide

Though for our triall nee rly driven ,

Yea silver li ke in furnace tryde .

F or God thou didst our fee t e innett ,

And pinching s adle s on us sett

,

Nay ( whic h is worse to be abidden )

E v n on our heads a man hath ridden
’

Hee rode u s through where fiers flashed ;

Where swelling s tre am e s did ru d ely roare
Yet scorched thus yet we thus washed
, ,

Were sett by thee on plenties s h o are .

I th ereforeto thy house will go ,

To pay and offer what I owe

To pay my yowes my lippes then vowed
,

When under grief my body bowed ;

To o ffer whole b urnt s acrific es ,

The fatt of Ramm s with s w e et e perfume

Nay goates nay bulls of greater siz es
, , ,

And greater prices to consume .

0 come all yee that God doe feare

, ,

0 come and len d attenti v e e are ;

,

While by my tongue s h alb e expressed ,

How blessed he m y soule hath blessed .

I orid to him my cry procured

,

My free dis c h ardge from all my bandes

His e are had not m y voice endured ,

But that my heart unstained standes .

Now as my heart w as inno cent ,

G od heard the harty sighes I spent

P SALM 66 151

What I to praie rs recomm ende d ,

Was gratious ly by him attended .

Praise praise him then for wha t is left m e

, , ,

But praise to him : who what I praid

Rejected not nor hath bereft m e
,

My h opefull helpe hi s m ercies aid

, .

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PS AL M 67 D E US M I S E R E A T UR

God on us thy m ercy show ,

Ma ke on u s thy b lessings flow

Thy faces beam es
Fro m h e av n uppon us show r
’ ’

In shining s tream e s
That all m ay see
The way of thee ,

An d know thy saving pow r ’

God the nations praise thee shall

, ,

Thee shall praise the nations all :

,

To mirth and joy

All such as earth possesse
Shall the m employ
For thou their guide
Go st never wi d e
’

Fro m truth and righteousness .

G od the nations praise thee shall

, ,

Thee shall praise the nations all :

,

Then ev ry fi eld’

As far as e arth h ath end ,

An d God our God

With blisse s h all load
W ho of his blisse depend .
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PS AL M 6 8 E X UR G A T D E US

Lett God but rise his very face shall cast ,

O n all his h aters fli ght and disarray :

As smo k e in wind as wax at fire doth waste , ,

A t Gods aspect th unju s t shall flitt a w ay

’
.

The just meane while shall in Jehovah s presence ’

P lay sing and daunce Then unto him I say

, , .
, ,

Unto our God nam d of eternal] essenc e

,
’

Present your selves with song and daunce and , ,

Pre pare his path who throned on de ligh te s

, ,

Doth sitt a father to the orphan sonn :

And in her cause the wronge d widow rights ,

God in his holy house late h ere begun .

With fa m ilies he e mpty houses filleth ,

The prisoners cha ines are by his han d s undone

But b arain san d their fruitles s e labour tilleth ,

W ho crossing him rebelliously doe runn .

O God when thou in desert didst appe are

, ,

W hat time thy folk that uncouth jorney tooke

H e av n at the sight did sweat with m elting feare
’

E arth how d her tre m bling knee Mount Sinay sho ok

’

,
.

The land b e dew d ; all wants by thee restore d

’

That well thy people might the c ontry brook ,

As to a fold with shee p in ple nty stored !

S o to their state thy shepher d s care did look .

They , h
t agg t
r g
m
inb y th e e
this
m w
a t
n g ng
o w fi q ,

A V irgin arm y did their voices try :

,

F le dd are th e s e kings fled are thes e armye s strong,

W e share the s poile s that w e ake in howse di d ly .

P SALM 68 1 55

Though late the C h m ey m a d e your beauties loathed ,

N ow shine you shall an d shine m ore gra c efully

, ,

Than lovely d ove in cleare gold silver clo ath ed -

,

That glides w ith feathered oare through w avy sky .

For when God had ( that this may not see m e s t range )
E x pe ld the kings with utter overth row :
35 The very r m ourning C loude s d

soe proudly standes t ,

Scorning the hi ghest hills as basely low ,

An d with thy top soe m an y tops commandest ,

Both thou an d they wh at makes yee brave it s o?

, ,

This moun t a in e t tnot you doth God d esire

, ,

Here he entends his lodgin g plott to lay

Hither Jehova will him self retyre
To e ndle s s e rest and unre m oved stay
,
.

Here t wis e te n th ousand doubled twis e hee hol d eth

, ,

O f hooke d C h arre tt s clad in w arrs array :

,

And hence m ore might m ore m ajesty un foldeth , ,

Than erst he did from Sinay m ount dis play .

As c ended high i mm ortal] C o d thou art

, ,

And c aptyves store thou h ast led up wi th th ee ,

Whose gathered s poiles to m en thou wilt im part :

N ay—late ,
“

be the
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B le st
The G od of m ight by whom we safety see
Go d our strong God wh o us ea ch way rele as e th
, , ,

And ev n thr ough gates of death cond ucts us free

’

God of hi s e nimie s the hea d s shall wound

A nd those proud lo oke s that st iff in mischi ef go .

From Basan safe and fro m the dee pe undround

, ,

I brought thee once an d oft I will d o s o, .

This said by b ym thy foote in b loud was stained

, ,

Tby do g gs tongues d ide in blon d of s laugh tre d to

And Go d m y king men s aw thee entertained
, ,

In sacre d house with tryumph ant show .

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In vant gard marc h t wh o d id with voices sing

The rerewar d lowd on in s truments did p lay
The b at taile maides an d d id with tymbre lls ring
,

And all in s w e e te consort d id jointly say :

Praise God the Lord of Jacob you d escended
, , ,

Praise him upon each sole mn m eeting day

B enj amyn little but with ru
, le attende d
, ,

Juda s brave lordes and troupes in faire array

’

, ,

Stout N e ph th aly with noble Z abulon

And sith our m ight thy bi dd ing word did m ake ,

C onfirme O God what thou in u s hast done

, ,

From out thy house and that for Salems sake ,

.

S o kings bring guift e s so in thie chec k the ir ending ,

Thes e furious wanton Bulls and calves shall take ,

Thes e arro w armed bands w hich us offending

-
, ,

Are now soe ready warr to underta ke .

They sha ll bring silver stooping humbly low ,

E gipt s greate pee re s with ho m age shall attend

And A eth iop with the m shall not forslow
To G od with speed lik e service to commend .

Then kingdo m s all to God present your praises ,

And on the Lord your singing gla dness spend

Above the h e av n of h e av ns hi s thr one he raises
’ ’

And thence his voice a voice of strength doth ,

Then of all strength acknowledge God th e well ,

With brave magnifi c enc e and glory bright

S hini ng no less on loved I s rae ll ,

Than showing in the cloude s his thundrin g might ;

Thou from the s hryne where Jaco b thee adoreth
, ,

A ll folk 0 God with terror dost a fi righ t

, ,
.

H e ( prais d b e h e ) with strength hi s people s t ore th

’

His force it is in which their forces fi gh t .

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g : atta king LINE
c . 83 fors lo w : delay
 PSAL M 69

To my kynn a stranger quite ,

Q uite a n alian a m I gro w n

In my very breth ere ns sight
Most unc ar d for m o st unknown ;
’

With th y temples z eale out eaten -

,

With thy slanders scourges beate n ,

While the shott of piercing spight

B ent at thee on m e d oth li ght
, .

If I we epe and w eeping fast

, ,

If in sackclo th sa dd I mourn ,

In my teeth the first they c ast ,

All to J e as t th e last they t urn

N ow in s tre e t e s with publique prating
, ,

Powring out their inward hating :

Private now at b anquett s plac t ’

Singing songs of w yny t ast .

As for m e to thee I pray ,

Lord in tyme o f grace as s ign d

,
’

Gratious God my k indest st ay

, ,

In my ai d be truly kind .

Keepe m e sa f e uns un c k unm yre d ,

Safe from flowing foes retyre d

C a lm e these w aves these waters bay , ,

Le ave m e not this w h irlpooles pray .

In the goodness of thy gra c e ,

Lord make ans w ere to my mone

,

E y my ill and rue my case

, ,

In those merc ies told by none .

Lett not by thy absence languish

Thy true server dround in anguish .

Haste and heare c o m e come apace

, , , ,

Free my soule from foemens chase .

Unto thee what ne e de s be tol d

My reproc h my blott m y blam e ?
, ,

Sith both these thou d i d st b ehold ,

An d c anst all my haters name .

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Whiles afllic t ed whiles hart broken

,
-
,

Waiting yet some fren ds h ipps token ,

Some I lo okt would m e uphold ,

L ookt : but found a ll comf ort c old .

C omfort ? nay ( not seene be fore )

N eeding food they sett me gall
Vineag er th ey fil d m e store
’

When for drinck my thirst did c all .

0 then snare them in their p leasures ,

Make them trapt ev n in their treasures

,
’

Gladly sadd and ri chly p o ore

, ,

S igh tle s s e most y et migh tles s e m ore

, .

D owne up on them fury raine

Lighten indignation do wne
Turne to wast and desert plaine
, ,

House and pallace fi eld and towne , .

Lett not one be le ft abiding

Where s uch rancor h ad residing ;
Wh ome thou p aine s t more they paine ,

Hurt by thee by them is s laine

, .

C ausing inne on Synne to gro w

s ,

Add still C yphers to their summ .

Righter lett them never goe ,

Never to thy jus tic e c ome

B ut from out the booke be crossed ,

Where th e good men live engrossed

While my Go d m e poore and low
, ,

High s hall mount from need and woe .

Then by me hi s name with praise ,

Gladsome praise shall b e upborne ,

That shall more Jehova please

Than the beast with hoofe and hom e .
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With what joy yee godly grieved

,

Shall your harts be then relie ved ?

When Jehova takes such w aies
B ound to loose and falne to raise ?
,

Laud him then 0 h e av nly skies ’

E arth with thi ne and Seas with yours

,

F or by him sha ll Sion rise ,

He shall build up Juda s t owre s

’
.

There h is servantes and their races

, ,

Shall in f ee possesse the places

There his name who lo ve and pri z e
'
,

Stable stay s h all e terniz e .

LINE D ight e s : tti

a re s , e ui
q p s .
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PS AL M IN TE DO M INE , ,
S PE RA VI

Lord on thee my trust is grounded

,

Leave m e not with sha m e con founded ;

But in j ustice bring m e aide .

Le tt thine eare to m e be ben d ed

Lett m y life from death d efen d ed
B e by thee in s aft y stai d .

Be m y rock my refuge tower

, ,

Show thy unresiste d power ,

W orking now thy wonted will

Thou I say that never fainest
, ,

In thy biddings but re m ainest

Still my rock my refuge still
,
.

0 my God my sole help giver

,
-
,

Fro m this wicked m e de lyve r ,

From this wrongfull s pigh tfull man

In th ee trusting on thee standing
, ,

With m y childish un d erstan d ing ,

Nay with life m y hopes began .

Since impris on d in m y m other

’

Thou m e fre e d s t who m have I other

’

Held m y stay or m a d e my song?

,

Yea when all m e so m isdee m ed

, ,

I to m ost a monster seem ed ,

Yet in thee my hope w as strong .

P SALM 7 1 1 63

Yet of thee the th ankfull story

Fil d my mouth thy gratious glory ,

W as m y d itt y long the d ay .

No not then now age a s s aile th

, ,

C o radg e verdure vertue faileth

, , ,

Do not leave m e cast aw ay .

They by whom my life is hate d ,

With their spies have now d ebated ,

O f their talk ; and lo the summ :

God say they hath h ym forsaken
Now pursue he must be ta ken , ,

None will to his rescue come .

0 m y God bee not absented

O m y Go d now now presented
, , ,

Let in haste thy succours b e ,

Make them full d isgraced shame d , ,

All dis s migh te d all diffam e d , ,

W ho this ill intend to m e .

As for m e re s olv d to tary

,
’

In m y trust an d not to vary

,

I will heape thy praise with praise

Still with m outh thy truthes recounting ,

Still thy ai d es though much surm ounting

,

Greatest summ that num ber laies .

N ay
my God by thee s e cured
, ,

Where will I not ma rch assured ?

B ut thy truth what will I hold ,

Who by thee from infant cradle

Taught still m ore as still more able , ,

Have till now thy wonders told ?

N ow that age hath m e attainted ,

Ages snow my hed hath painted ,

 PSAL M 7 1

Leave m e not my God forlorn

, , .

Let m e m ake thy mights relation ,

To this coming generation ,

To thi s age as yet unborn .

G od thy justice highest raised

, ,

Thy greate workes a s hi ghly praised

Who thy peere O God doth raign?
, ,

Thou into these woes dost drive m e :

Thou againe shalt hence revive m e :
Lift m e from this deepe a gain e .

Th ou halt make my great ness greater

s ,

Make my good with comfort better ,

Thee my lute my harpe shall ring

, .

Thee my God that never s lide s t

From th y word but c onstant b ides t ,

Ja cob s holy h eav nly king

’

S oe my lipp s all joy declaring ,

S o e my s oule no honor s p aring ,

S hall thee s ing by thee secure

,

Soe m y tongue all tymes all places

, ,

Tell thy wreakes and their dis graces ,

Who this ill to m e procure .

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7

Allkingdoms a s hi s own
And from the trace
O i Phys ons race
As farr a s land is known .

The desert dwellers at his be ck shall bend

-

His foe s them suppli ant at his fee t e shall fling

The kinges o f Tharsis homage guifts shall s end ;
S o S eb a S a b a ev ry island king
’

.
, ,

N ay all ev n all ,
’

Shall p rostrate fall ,

That crownes and scepters weare

And all th at s tand
A t th eir command ,

That c rowne s and scepters beare .

F or he shall heare the poore when they complaine ,

And lend them help who h elple s s e are oppres t :

,

His mercy shall the needy sort s us t aine ;

His force shall free th eir lyves that live distrest .

From hidden sleight ,

From open might ,

Hee s hall their soules re deeme

His tender eyes
Shall highly prise ,

And d eare their blo nd e s t e eme .

Soshall he long so shall he happy live ;

,

He alth shall abound and wealth shall never want

,

They gold to b ym Arabi a gold shall give

, , ,

Whi ch s cant ness dere and derene s s maketh scant

,
.

They still shall pray

Th at still he may
S o live and flouris h so
,

Without his praise

No nights no daie s , ,

Shall pasport have to go .

PSAL M 7 2 167

Looke h ow the woods where ent e rlac e d trees

,

Spread fre mdly ar m es each o ther to embra ce ,

Joyne at the head though dista nt at the knees

, ,

Waving with wind and lording on the place

,

S o w oods of co m e
B y mount ayne s borne
Shall on their s h owlders w ave
And men shall passe
The numbrous grasse ,

Such store each town s hall have .

L ooke how th e sunne soe shall his name remayne ;

,

As that in light so thi s in glory one

,

All glories that at this all lights shall stayne

,

Nor that s hall fa ile nor this be overthrowne

, .

The dwellers all

O f earth ly b all
In b ym shall hold them ble s t
As one that is
O f perfect blisse
A patt erne to the rest .

0 God who art from whom all beings b e ;

,

E tem all Lord whom Jacobs sto c k adore

, ,

And w ondrous works are done by o nly thee ,

Blessed be thou most blessed evermore

,
.

And lett thy name ,

Thy glorious fam e ,

N o end of blessing know

Lett all this Round
Thy honor sound ,

S o Lord 0 be it s o
, .
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PS AL M 73 Q UA M B O N U S I S RA E L

It is most true that G od to I s raell ,

I meane to men of undefile d h artes ,

Is o nly good and nought but good impartes

, .

Mo s t true I see allbe allmos t I fell

, ,

From right conceit into acrooked mynd ;

And from thi s truth with straying stepps dec lin d
’
.

F or loe my boiling brest did cha fe and swell

,

When firs t I s aw the wicked proudly stand ,

Prevai ling still in all they tooke in hand .

And s ure no sickness dwelleth where they dwell

N ay so they guarded are with health and might
, ,

It s eeme s of them de ath dares n o t c lairne hi s

They seeme as priviledg d from others paine’

The scourging pla gues which on th eir neighbours fall

, ,

T orment not them nay touch them not at all

,
.

Th erefore with pride as with a gorgions chaine

, ,

Their s welling ne cks encompa s sed they beare ;

All c loth d in wrong as if a robe it were
’

S o fatt be c ome that fat tnes s doth c ons traine

,

Th eir eie s to swell : and if they th inck on ought ,

Their thought they h ave ye a h ave beyond their,

They wanton grow and in malicious vaine

, [ thought
Talking of wrong pronounce as fro m the skies !
,

Soe high a pitch their proud presumption flye s .

a 1 70 P SAL M 73

Then for what purpose was it ? to what end

For m e to fume with malcontented hart ,

Torm enting s o in m e each inward part?

—

I was a foole ( I c an it not de fend )

S o quite d epriv d of understanding might
’

That as a beast I b ar e me in thy sight .

B ut as I was yet did I still attend

, ,

Still follow thee by whose upholdin g hand

,
-
,

When most I slide yet still upright I stand

, .

Then gui de m e still then still up o n m e spend

,

The treasures of thy sure advise untill ,

Thou take m e hence in to thy glories hill .

0 what is he will teach m e c lyme the skye s ?

With thee thee good thee goodness to remain e ?
,

No good on earth doth my desires detaine .

O ften my mind and o ft my body tries

,

Their weake defec te s : but th ou my God thou art , , ,

My endles s e lott and fort res s e o f my hart

, .

The faithles s e fugitives wh o thee despise ,

Shall p eris h a ll th ey all shall b e undone

, ,

Who leaving thee to wh ooris h idolls r unn .

B ut as for m e nough t better in m y eyes

,

Than cleave to Go d my hopes in h ym to place

, ,

To sing his w orkes whi le breat h shall give m e spa ce .

 17 1

PSAL M 74 UT Q UI D D E US
,

O Go d why hast thou thus

,

R e puls t and s c at tre d u s ?

,

Shall now thy wrath no lymm itts hold ?

B ut ever smoke and burne ?
Till it to A s s h e s turne
The chosen folk of thy deare fold ?
Ah ! th ink with milder thought
O n them who m thou has t bought ,

An d purchased from endles s e daie s :

Th inc k o f thy b irthright lott ,

O f Sion on whose plott

, ,

Thy sacred house support ed s t aies .

C om e , Lord 0 co m e with speed

, ,

This sacrilegious seed

B o o te qui ckly out an d h e dlo ng cast
,

All that thy holy place

Di d late adorne and grace ,

Their h ateful] hands have quite defast .

Their beastly t rumpe tt s rore ,

Where h e av nly note s before

’

In praises o f thy m ight d id flow z

W ithin thy te m ple they
Their ens igne s eft display
The ens igne s which their conquest show
, .

As m en with axe on arme

 PSALM 74

To lopp the trees whi ch stately stand

They to thy temple Ho ok ,

And spo iling cutt an d k nock

,

The curious w orkes of carving hand .

Thy m ost most holy seate

,

The greedy fla m es d o e at e ,

And have such ruthle s s e ruyns wrought ,

That all thy house is raste ,

S o raste and so defast

, ,

That of that a ll remayne th nought .

Nay they resolved are ,

W e all alike shall fare ,

All of one cruell cup shall taste .

For not one house d oth stand

O f God in all the land ,

B ut they by fire have lai d e it waste .

We see the signes no more

W e wont to see before ;
N or any now with s p ryt divine
’

Amongst us m ore is found ,

Who can to u s expound ,

What t e arme these do llors shall de fine .

How long 0 God h ow long

, ,

Wilt thou w inc k at the wrong

O f thy reviling railing f o e ?
Shall he that hates thy na m e ,

And hatred paiutes with shame ,

S o do and do for ever soe ?

,

Woe us ! what is the cause

Thy hand his help w it h draw e s ?
That thy righ t hand far fro m us ke epes ?
Ah lett it once arise ,

To plague thine e nimies ,

Whi ch now emb os om d idely s lee pes

,
’

,
.
1 74 P SAL M 74

Thou then still one the sam e , ,

Th inc k how thy glorious na m e

These br ain sick m ens despight have borne
-
,

How abject e nim ie s ,

The Lord of highest skies ,

W ith cursed taunting tongues have torne .

Ah ! give noe hau k e the pow re ’

Thy t urtle to de v ow re ,

Which s ighes to thee with mo orning mones

Nor utterly out rase -

From tables of thy grace

The flock of thy afflicted ones .

But c all thy league to mynd ,

For horror all doth blind ,

N 0 light doth in the la n d remayne

Rape murther Violence
, , ,

E ach outra ge each offence , ,

E ach where d oth range and rage ,

raigne .

E nough enough we mourne

,

Let us no m ore returne

Re puls t with bla m e and shame from thee ,

But succo ur us o ppre s t ,

And give the troubled rest ,

That of thy praise their songes may be .

Rise C od ple ade thyne ow ne case

, , ,

Forget not what disgra ce

These fooles on thee each day bestow
F orgett not with what cries
Thy foes against thee rise ,

Which more a nd m ore to h e av n doe grow ’

LINE 4 8 t e arme : limit , b o und ary .

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PsAIZM 75 C O N FI TE BI M UR TI B I

Thee God 0 thee wee sing we celebrate

, , , ,

Thy a ctes with wonder wh o but doth relate ?

S o kindly ni gh thy name our need a tt ende th .

Sure I when once the ch ardg I undergo

,

O f this assembly will not faile to show

,

My judgments such as jus test rule comm endeth

,
.

The people loose the land I shaken find

,

This will I firmly p ropp tha t straitly bind

,

And then denounce m y uncontrolled pleasure

Bragg not you brag garde s you your saucy hom e,

Lift not lewd mates : no more with h e av ns s corne

,
’

D aun c e on in w ordes your old re pyning meas ure .

Where sun firs t showes ; or last ensh ades his light

Divides the day or pricks the midst o f night ;
,

S e e ke not th e fountayne whence preferment springeth .

G ods o nly fix e d co urse that all do th sway ,

Lym it s dishonors night and honors d ay

, ,

The king his c rowne the slave hi s fetters bringeth

, .

A troubled cupp is in Jehovas hand ,

Where wine and w yny lees compounded stand ,

W hi ch franokly fi ld as freely hee b es tow eth ;

,

Yet for their draught ungo d ly men doth give ,

Gives all ( not one exc ept ) that lewdly lyv e ,

O nly wh at fro m the dr eggs by wringing floweth .

1 76 P SAL M
25 And I secure shall spend my h appie tymes
, ,

In my though lowly never dying rymes

,
—
, ,

Singing with praise the God that Jacob loveth .

My princely care shall crop ill doers low -

,

In glory plant and m ake with glory grow

,

Who right approves and d oth what right approveth

, .

LINE 9 denounc e : anno u n c e ,

p l
ro c aim . LINE 1 2 re
pym
’

n :
g dis con
tent e d
.
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Then le tt your yowes be pai d your otfrings offered

,

Unto the Lor d 0 you of h is protection :

,

Unto the feare full lett your giftes be proffered

,

Who loppeth princes thoughts prunes their affection

, ,

And so him self most terrib le doth verify

,

In terrifying kings that earth do terrify

, .
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PS A L M 77 V O C E M EA DO M IN U M

To t hee my c rying c all ,

To thee my c alling cry

I did 0 God a dr esse
, , ,

And thou didst m e attend

To nightly anguish thrall ,

From thee I sought redresse ;

To th ee unc e as s antly
Did praying h andes extend .

All comfort fled my soule

Yea God to m ind I cal d
,
’

Yet c alling God to myn de

My thoughts could not appeas e
Nought else but bitter dole
C ould I in thinc king fi nde
My sp rite wi th paine appal d ’

C ould e nt ert aine no ease .

Whole troupes of busy cares ,

O i cares that fro m thee c ame ,

Tooke up their re s t le s s e rest

In s le e pie s leeple s s e eies
Soe lay I all oppre s t
,

My hart in otfi c e lam e ,

My tongue as lamely fares ,

No part his part supplies .

Ifl 1 80 PSALM 77

At length with turned thought

Anew I fell to th inck
U pp o n the aunc ie nt tymes ,

U ppon the ye are s of old

Yea to m y mynd was brought
, ,

And in m y hart did sinok ,

What in m y former rimes

My self of thee had told .

Loe then to search the truth

,

I sent m y thoughts ab roade ;

Meane whi le my silent hart
Distracted thus did plaine
Will G od no m ore take ruth?
N o further love impart?
N 0 longer be my Go d ?
Unmo ve d still rem ayne ?

Are all the conduites dry

O f his erst flow in g grace ?
C ould rusty teeth of t yme
To nought hi s promise turne ?
C an m ercy no more c lyme
And come before his face ?
M ust all compassion dy?
Must nought but anger burne ?

Then 10 m y wrac k I see

, ,

Say I and do I know

,

Th at chang lies in his hand ,

Who c h angles s e sitts aloft?

C an I ought understand ,

An d yet unmindfull b e ,

What wonders from h ym flow ?

What w orkes his will hath wrought?
 PSALM 77

Mean while through duskie de epe

O n seas discovered bed ,

Where none thy trace could View ,

A path by thee was wrought :

A path whereon thy crue
As shephe rds use their s h e epe
,

With Aron Moses le dd ,

And to gla d pastures brought .

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PS AL M 78 A T TE N D I TE ,
PO PULE

A grave discourse to utter I entend ;

The age of tym e I purpose to renew ,

You O m y charge to what I teach attend ;

, ,

Heare what I speake and what you heare ensue

,
.

The thinge s our fathers did to u s com m end ,

The sam e are they I reco mm end to you

Which though but heard we know m ost tru e to
,

W e heard but heard of who the m selves d id see

, ,
.

Whi ch never lett u s soe un gratefull grow ,

As to c onc e ale fro m such as shall succeed

Let us the praises o f Jehova show ,

E ach act of worth each mem orable deede

, ,

C hi e fly since he h im self commanded s o

Giving a law to Ja c ob an d his seed ,

That fathers should this use to sonnes maintayne ,

And sonnes to sonnes and they to theirs again :

,

That whi le the yong shall over live the old -

,

And o f their broo d some yet s h alb e unborn ,

These mem ories in m emory e nrold

, ,

B y fretting time may never thence be worn

That still on God their anchor hope may hold
, , ,

From hi m by no dis pairefull tem pest torn ;

That with wise hartes and willing min de s they may
Think what h e di d an d what he bidds obay ;
,
1 84 PSAL M 7 8

And not ensue their fathers froward trac e ,

Whose stepps from God rebelliously did stray ,

A waiward stubborn s tailes s e faithle s s e ra c e

, , , ,

Such as o n God no h old by ho p e c ould lay ;

Like E phraims sonn es who durst not show their
,

B ut from th e batt aill fearefull fled away :

Yet bare as men o f w arrlike excellence
, ,

O ffending bowes and armor for de fen ce

, .

An d why ? they did not hold inviolate

The league o f G od : nor in his pathes would go .

His famous w orke s and wonders they forgate

, ,

Whi ch o ften hearing well might cause them

, ,

The workes and wonders which in hard estate , ,

H e did o f o ld unto their fathers s how :

Wh ereo f all E gipt testimony ye elds ,

And of all E gyp t chic fly Z oan fie lds

, .

There where the deepe did show his sandy flore ,

And he ap ed wave s an uncouth w ay enwall :

Whereby they past fro m one to other s hore ,

Walking on s eas and yet not wett at all :

.

H e ledd th em so ; a cloud was them be f or e

Whi le li ght did l ast : when night did darknes s c all ,

A flaming p iller glitt ring in the skie s

’

Their loa d s tarr was till sunne again di d ris e

,
.

He ri ft the Ro cks and from their p erced side s ,

To give them drinc k whole s eas of water drew,

Th e d e s ert s and no longer thirst abide s ;

Th e tri ckling sp rings to s uch huge rivers grew .

Yet n o t content their furie further s lide s ;

In th o s e wild waies th ey anger God ane w .

As thirs t be fore now hunger s tirrs their lust

,

To tem pting th ough tes bewrayin g want o f trust ;

,

And fond conc e ite s begett ing fonder wordes

C an G od say th ey prepare w ith ple ntious h and
, ,
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Which showring down did on th eir lodgings light .

Then fell they to their easy gotten p ray ,

And fedd till fullness v anquis h t had delight

95 Their lust still flam d still God the fuel] b rought
’

And fedd their lust beyond their lus tfull thought .

B ut fully fi lld not fully yet content

, ,

While now the m eate their weary chaps did chew

G ods wrat hfull rage upon these glutto ns sent ,

O f all their troupes the princ ip alles t slew .

Among all them of Is raells descent

His stronger plague the strongest o verthrew .

Yet not all thi s could wind the m to his will ,

Still worse they grew and more untoward s till

,
.

Th erf ore he m a d e them waste their weary ye are s

Roaming in vain in that unpeopled place ;
Po s s e s t with doub tfu ll cares and dre a dfull feares
But if at any tim e d eath show d his face ’

Then 10 to G od they su de and su de with teare s

,
’ ’

Then they re torn d an d e are ly sought his grace

’

Then they pro test and all did mainly cry

,

In God th eir strength their hope their help did ly

, , .

But all was built uppon no firmer ground

Than f awning mouthes and tongues to lying train ( 1 ,

They made but showes their hart was never sound ,

D is loiall once dis loiall still re m ain d

’

.
,

Yet he ( s o m uch his mercy d id abound )

Purged the fi lth w h erw ith their soule s were s t aind
,

D e s troid the m not but oft re vok d his ire

’

, ,

And mildly quench t his in d ignations fire .

For kind compassion called to his m yu d ,

That they but m en that m en but m ort all were

, ,

That mort all life a blast of breathing wind

, ,

As win d doth pass e an d past no m ore appe are

, , , ,

1 25 An d yet ( good Go d ) how ofte t hi s croo k ed kind

P SALM 7 8 1 87

him in the d esert ev ery where !

I nc e n s t
A g aine rep in d and m ur m ured a g aine
’

, ,

An d wo ul d in b ounde s that boun d less p ow r

’
contain .

Fors o ot h their w e ake re m e mbrance could not hold

His hand whose force above all mort all hands
,

To A e gipts wonder di d it self unf old ,

Loosing their fetters and their servile bands

W hen Z oan plaines where cristall Rivers rold ,

W ith all the rest of those surrounded lands ,

Saw watry clearness c h ang d to blon dy gore ’

Pining with thirst in midds t of watry store .

Should I relate of flies the dea dly Sw arme s ?

O f fi lth y troggs the odious annoy ?
Gra s h oppers waste and C aterpillers h arm e s
, ,

Which did their truites their harvest hope ,

How haile and lightning breaking of the armes

O f Vines an d fi g g s the bo d ies d id destroy ?,

Lightning an d haile whose fi amy stony b low es , , ,

Their h eastes no less and cattell overt hr ow es ?

These were but smok es of a fter go ing fire -

Now now his fury brea k eth into flame :

,

Now dole and dr ead now pine and paine conspire ,

W ith angry Angells wreak and wrac k to fra m e .

Nought now is left to stopp his s ta iles s e ire ;

S o plaine a way is opened to the same
Abroad goes Death the utterm ost of ills , ,

In house in field and men and cattell kills

, , .

All that rich land where over Nilus traile s

,

O i his wett robe the s lym y see d y tra in ,

W ith m illions of mourning cries b ew ailes

O f ev ry kind their firs t begotten slain
’

Against thi s plague no wealth no worth prev ailes ,

O f all that in the tentes of C ham re m ayn ,

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Wh o of their house the propps and pillers were ,

160 Themselves do fall m uch lesse can others beare

, .

Mean whi le as while a black tem pes tuous blast

,

Drowning the earth in sunder rentes the skies ,

A Shepheard wise to howse hi s flock doth haste ,

Taking nere w aie s and where best passage lies,

God from this m ine through the b arrain waste

,

C onduc ts his troupes in such or saf er wise :

And from the seas hi s s h e e pe he fe are le s s e saves ,

Leaving th eir wolves intom bed in the waves .

B ut them leaves not untill they were pos s es t

O f this his hill of thi s his holy plac e
, ,

Whereo f full C onquest did him Lord invest , , ,

W hen all the dwellers fle dd his peoples fa ce ,

By him s ub du d and by his hand oppre s t ;

’

Whose heritage he shared to the Race ,

The tw elve fold race o f godly Is raell

-
,

T0 lord their landes an d in their dwellings dwell

,
.

B ut what availes ? not yet they m ake an end

To tempt high C od and stirre his angry gall ,

Fro m hi s prescript another w ay they wend ,

And to their f athers crooked by pathes fall

— .

S o with vaine toile distorted bowes we bend

, ,

Though leve l d right they shoote not right at all

’

,
.

Th e idoll honor of their damned groves ,

Wh en God it heard his jealous anger moves

, .

F or God did heare detesting in his hart

,

The Israelites a people soe perverse :

,

And from his seate in Silo did depart

The pl ace where G od did erst w ith men converse ;
B ight well c ontent that foes on every part
His force C aptyve his glory should reverse
-
,

Right well conte nt ( s o ill content he grew )

His peoples blond s ho uld t yrant es blade imbrue .
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The land of long by thee possessed ,

The heathen Lord have now oppressed

Thy temple holily maintained
, ,

Till now is now proph ane ly stained

,
.

Jerusalem qui te s poil d and burned

’

Hath s uffre d sack

And utter wrack ,

To stony h e ap es her buildin gs t urned .

The liveles s e carcasses of those ,

That liv d thy servants serve the crowes

’

The Ho ok soe derely lo y d of thee ’

To ravening b e as te s dere foode they be

Their blo n d doth stream e in every s tre ete
As water spilled
Their bodies killed
With sepulture c an no where meet e .

To them that hold th e neighbour places

We are but objects of disgraces :
O n ev ry coast who dwell abo ut us
’

I n ev ry kin d deri d e and flout u s

’

Ah Lord ! when shall thy wrath be ended ?

,

Shall still thine yre ,

As quenchless fire ,

In deadly ardor be extende d ?

PSALM 79 19 1

Okindle there thy furies flam e ,

W here li ves no notice of thy na m e

There lett thy h e avie anger f all ,

Where no devotions on thee c all .

For thence they be who Jacob e ate

, ,

W ho thus hav e rased ,

Have thus defaced ,

Thus d esert lai d hi s ancient seate .

Lord ridd u s fro m our s innfu ll cum bers ,

C ount not of the m the passe d nu m b ers

B ut lett thy pit ty soone prevent us ,

For har d ex tre am es have nere ly spent us .

Free us 0 Go d our fre e dome giver ;

, ,

O ur m isery
W ith help supply
And for thy glory u s deli ver .

Deliver u s and for thy nam e

,

W ith m ercy clothe our s innf ull shame

Ah ! why should this their byword b e ,

Where is your Go d ? where now is h e ?

Ma k e the m an d u s on the m b ehold
, ,

That not d espised ,

But de erly prised ,

Thy wre akq han d our blo nd doth hold .

Where grace and glory thee enthrone th

, ,

A dmitt the grones the prisoner gro ne th :

The poore c ondem d for death reserved
’

, ,

Let be by thee in life preserved .

And for our neighb ours Lord re m ember , ,

Th o pprob rio us sha m e

’

They lent thy na me

W ith s e av n fol d gaine to them thou ren d er
’
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.

Soe w e thy servantes w e thy sheep , ,

W hom thy looke s guide thy pastures ,

k e e pe
1 92 PSAL M 79

Till death define our lyving daie s

,

Will never cease to soun d thy praise

.

N ay when we leave to see the sunn

, ,

The after goers

W e will m ak e knowers
From age to age what thou h ast don e .
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Why hast thou now thy self dis h e dg d thi s Vine ’

, , ,

C arle s ly left to passengers in pray ?

Unseem ly roote d by the w oodbred swine ,

Waste d by other beasts that wildly stray?

O God retorne and from thy starry stay
, ,

Review this Vyne re flec t thy looking hither

,

Thi s vineyar d see whose plo tt thy hande dyd lay

, ,

This plant of choise ordained not to wither

, .

C ons u m d
’
with fla m es with killing a xes h ewne
,

All at thy frown they fall and quaile an d dy, ,

35 But heape thou might on thy ellec t ed one

, ,

That stablest man in whom we may afi y .

Then we pres erv d thy name shall m agnify

,
’

Without revolt Lord God restore us b ani s h d :

,
’

Display on us thy faces c leere d s ky ,

S o e we shall safely dwell all darkness vanis h d

’

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All gladness gladdest hartes can hold

, ,

In merie s t notes that mirth can yeld ,

Lett j oyfull s ongue s to God unfold ,

To Jacobs god our sword and shi el d .

Muster hither musicks joyes ,

Lute and lyre and t abret ts noise

, ,

Le tt noe instrum ent be wanting ,

C hasing grief and pleasure planting

,
.

When ev ry month beginnin g takes

’

When fix e d tym es bring sacred daie s ;

When any feast his peoples makes ;
Le tt trumpetts tunes report his prais e .

Thi s to us a law doth stand ,

Pointed thus by Gods owne hand ;

O f hi s league a signe ordained ,

When hi s plagues had A e gipt pained .

There heard I erst unheard by m e

, ,

The voice of God who thus d id say

,

Thy s houlder I from burthe n free ,

Free sett thy hand from baked cla y .

V exed thou m y aide did st crave ;

’

Thun der hi d I answer gave

-

Till th e s tre ames where strife did m ove thee ,

Still I did with triall prove thee

, , .
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I bade thee then a ttenti ve b e ,

And tol d thee thus : O Israel] ,

This is m y covenant that with thee

N 0 false nor torrein god shall dwell
, .

I am God thy God that wrought

, ,

That thou wert from A e gipt brought

O pen m e thy mouth ; to fee de thee
I will care nought els shall neede thee
, .

B ut ah my people s c orn d my voice

,
’

And I s raell rebelled still

S o then I left them to the choise
O f fr oward w ay and w ayward will .

Why alas ? why had not they

Heard my voice and held my w ay?
,

Q ui ckly I their f oes had humbled ,

All their ha ters headlong t umbled .

Sub du d
’
by m e who them anol d ,

Had s erV d them now in base e state

’

And o f my graunt they had enjoy d ’

A lease of bliss e with e ndles s e date .

Flower of the fines t wh eate

Had byn now their plenteous meate
Honny the m fro m Rocks dis tilled
Fille d had yea over filled
, .
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Sinc e m en are su ch 0 Go d arise

, ,

Thy self m ost strong m ost just m ost wise

, , ,

O f all the earth king judg disposer b e ;

, ,

Sin ce to de cree
O i all the earth belongs to thee .
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PS A L M 88 DE US , Q UI S S IM ILIS

Benot 0 be not silent still

,

Rest not O God with e ndle s s e rest

, ,

F or 10 thine enemies
,

With noise and tumult rise ;

Hate doth their hartes with fi erce ne s s fill ,

And lift their bead es who thee detest .

A ga inst thy folk their witts they fi le

To s h arpest point of secret sleight
A world of trapps a nd traine s
They forge in busy braines ,

That they thy hid ones may beguile ,

Whom thy wings shroud from searching

C ome lett us o f them nothing make

Lett none them more a people see
Stopp we their verie name
W ithi n the m outh of fam e .

Such are the couns e lls these men take ,

Such leagues they link and these they

,

Firs t E doms sonnes then I s m aell

, ,

W ith Moab Agar Geb alls traine

, ,

With these th e Amonites ,

The fie rc e Am alekites ,

And who in Palestina dwell ,

And who in tentes of Tyre remaine .

20 0 PSALM 83

Ashur th ough further off he ly

, ,

A s s is t et h Lotts in c e s t iou s brood .

B ut Lor d as Jabin thou ,

And Sisera didst bow :

As Midian did fall and dy
A t E ndor walls an d Kys on flo od
,

As O reb Zeb and Zeba strong

, , ,

As S almuna who le dd thy foe s

( W ho m eant nay said no lesse , ,

Than that they would possesse

Gods heritage ) beca m e as donge :
Soe Lord 0 soe of these d ispose
, , .

Torm ont the m Lord as tosse d balls ;

, ,

As stuble s c at tre d in the aire

Dr as the branchy brood
Of some thick mountain wood ,

To naught or nought but a s s h e s falls

, ,

Wh en flames d oe s indge th eir lea vy haire

Soe with thy tempest the m pursue ,

S o with thy w h irlew ind them afi righ t

S o paint their daunte d face ,

With penc e ll o f disgrace ,

That they at length to thee m ay sue ,

An d give th y glorious na m e his right .

Add feare and sha m e to shame and feare ,

C on foun d the m quite an d quite d e face ; ,

And make the m know that none

But thou and thou alone , ,

Dost that high nam e Jehovah beare ,

High plac t above all earthly place

’

.
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25 Me s e eme s I see augm ented

Still troop with troop till all at length d iscover
,

The Lor d of hostes the Sion lover

, .

O Lord O God m ost m ighty

, ,

In wa rre yea m ost a llmigh ty :

,

Heare what I begg hark en I s ay

, ,

0 Jacobs God to what I p ray

,
.

Thou art the shield u s s h ie ldeth

Then Lor d behol d the face of thi ne anointed
,

O ne day spent in thy court e s more co m fort yeldeth ,

Than thousan d s otherwise appointed .

I c ount it c leerer pleasure

To spend m y ages treasure
W aiting a porter at thy gates ,

Than dwell a lord with wicked mates .

Thou art the sunn that shineth ,

Thou art the buckler Lor d that us de fendeth

, ,

Glory and grace Jehovas han d ass igne th :

An d good without refusal] sendeth
, ,

To him who truly trea d eth

The path to pureness leadeth .

O Lord of might thrice blesse d h e

, ,

Whose c onfidenc e is built o n thee .

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85 B E N E D I XI S TI , DO M I NE

Mighty Lord from thi s thy land ,

Never was thy love e s trang d ’

Jacobs servitude thy hand

Hath we know to free dome c h ang d
, ,
’

All thy peoples wicked parts

Have byn b anis h t from thy sight ,

Thou on them hast cured quite

All the w ounde s of s ynnf ull dart es ;
Still thy C holler quenching soe ,

H e at e to fla m e did never grow .

N ow then God as heretofore ,

G od the God that dost us save

, ,

C hange our state in us no more

,

Lett thine anger obje ct have .

Wilt thou thus for ever grieve ?

Wilt thou of thy wrathfull rage
Draw the threed from age to age ?
N ever us again e relieve ?
Lord yet once our hart es to joy
Show thy grace thy help employ
, .

What s peake I ? O le tt m e heare

W hat he spea k es : for spe ake hee will
Peace to wh om e he lo ve doth beare ,

Lest they fall to folly still

.
20 4 PSAL M 85

E ver nigh to such as stand

In his feare hi s f avour is
,

H ow can then his glory misse

Shortly to enlight our land ?
Mercy now and truth shall meet e
Pea c e with kis s e shall Justice greete .

Truth s hall s pring in ev ry pla ce

’

As the h e arb th e earthes attire

,

Justices long absent face

H e av n shall sho w and E arth admire
’

.
,

Then Jehova on us will

Good in good in plenty throw
Then s hall we in gladdnes s mow ,

Wheras now in grief we till .

Then be fore him in his way

All goe right not one sh al l stray
, .
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Lord all my hart s hall s yn ge of thee

,

B y m e th y name shall still be praised ,

Whose g oo dne ss e richly p ow r d on m e ’

From lowest pitt my soule hath raised

, .

And now againe mine enimies

Doe ma ny mighty prow d arise
, ,

B y whom with hate my life is ch ased ,

While in their sigh t tho u least art p laced .

But th ou Jehova s w i ft to gra ce

, , ,

O n light entreaty pardon s h ow e s t

To wrath dost goe a heavy pace ,

And full with truth and mercy flowe s t .

Then turne and take of m e remorse

With strength my w e akne s s e re enf orce -

Who in th y s ervice have attended ,

And of thy handmaid am descended .

O lett so m e token o f thy love

B e eml nently on m e placed ;
Some C o gnisance to teach and prove
, ,

That thine I am that by thee graced

, ,

To dye their c h ee ke s in sham eful ] h ue

That now with spite m y soule p ursue ;
E ye taught h ow m e tho u dost deliver
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,

M y endle s s e ai d and co m fort giver .

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PSALM 87 F UN D A M EN TA E I US

F ounded upon the hills of h olines s e

G ods city s tands : who mor e love beareth
To gates o f Sion high in low line s s e
, ,

Than all the townes that Juda reareth .

C ity of God in Go d s decree

,

What no b le things are said o f thee !

I will saith h e hence foort h be num bered

, ,

E gipt an d B ab e ll with m y kn o wers

T hat Palestine and Tyre which cumbered
,

The fathers with the after goers

,
-

Shall joyne : soe A ethiope from when ce

The borne shall b e as borne from hence
, .

Yea this men s hall of Sion signify

,

To him and him it gave first breathing

,

Whi ch highest God shall highly di gnify ,

E t em all stay to it bequeathi ng .

Jehova this ac count shall mak e ,

Wh en he o f his shall muster take

Th at h e and he who ever named b e

, ,

Shall be as born e in Sion name d :

In Sion shall my musique fra m ed b e ,

O f lute and voice m ost sweetly framed

I will saith h e to Sion bring
, ,

O f my fresh fount aine s ev ry spring

’

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PS A L M 8 8 DO M INE D E US

My God m y Lord my help my health

, , ,

To thee my cry
Do th restle ss fly ,

B oth when of sunn the day

Th e treasures doth display ,

And night lo cks up hi s golden wealth .

A dmit t to presen ce what I crave

O bow thine c are
M y cry to heare ,

Wh ose soule with ills and woe s

S o e flowes soe overflow es
, ,

That no w my life drawe s nigh the grave .

With them that fall into the p it t

I s tand e s teem d ’

Q uite f orc e les s e de e m d

’

As one who free from strif e ,

An d s turr o f mort all lif e ,

Am ong the dead at rest doth sitt .

Right like unto the murdred s ort ,

Who in the grave

Their biding have ;
W hom now th ou dost no more
Re m e mb er a s be fore ,

Q uite,
quite c ut o il? from thy supp o rt .
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My plaint to thee direct .

Lord why d ost thou reject

,

My soule and hi de thy face from m e ?

,

Ay m e alas I fai nt I dy
, , , ,

S o still so still
,

Thou dost m e fill ,

And has t from yonges t ye are s ,

With terrifying feares ,

That I in traunc e amaz d doe ly

, ,
’
.

All over m e thy furies past

Thy feares my mind
Doe fettring bind
Flowing ab out mee soe ,

As flocking waters flow

N 0 day c an overrun their haste .

Wh o erst to m e were ne are and deare

F ar now 0 farr ,

D is j oyne d ar :
And when I would them see ,

Who my acquaintance b e ,

As darkne s s e they to m e ap pe are .

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PS ALM 8 9 M I S E R I C ORD IA S DO M INI

The c onstant promises the loving graces , ,

That cause our d ebt eternall Lord to thee

, , ,

Till a ges shall fill up their still void spaces ,

My thankful] songnes unaltre d th em e s h alb e .

For of thy bounty thus my th ough t e s decree :

It s h albe fully b ui lt a s fairely founded
,

And o f thy truth attesting h eav ns shall see ’

The b oundles s e periods though theirs be bounded

, .

Loe I have le a gu d thou saist with m y ellect ed

’

, , ,

And thus ha ve to my servant David s w orne :

Thy ofs pring kings thy thr one in state erected
,

B y my support all t hre ate s o f time shall s c orne :

,

And Lord as running skies with wheeles unw orne

,

C ease not to lend this wonder their c ommending :

Soe with one mind praises no lesse adorne
This truth the holy tro ope s thy C ourt atten di ng
, .

For who among the clouds with thee compare th ?

What angell there thy paragon d oth raigne ?
Whose majes t y whose peerele ss e force de clareth
,

The trem bling awe of thine immortall traine .

Lord God whom Hostes redoubt who can m aint aine ,

With thee in p ow rfullne s s a Rivalls qu arrell?

Strongest art thou and must to end remaine
, ,

Wh ome compleat e faith doth armor li k e apparrell -

.

Thy lordlie check the Seas proud courage quailed ,

And highly swelling lowly m a d e resi d e :

, ,
 P S ALM 8 9

To crush stout Pharao thy arm e prevailed

What one thy foe did undis pers t abi d e ?
,

The h e av n the E arth an d all in boso m e wide

’

, ,

This huge roun d e E ngin c lipps to the e pertaineth ; ,

Which firmly b ased not to shake or slide , , ,

The uns eene hi nge of North and South s us t aine th .

For North and South were both by thee created ,

An d those crosse points our bounding hills b eh ould ,

Thabor and Hermon in whose joy related ,

Thy glorious grace fro m W est to E ast is told

Thy arme all powr all puis anc e doth enfold :
,

Thy lifted hand a m ight o f w onder s h ow e th :

Justice and Judgment doe thy th rone uphold ;
B efore thy pre sence Truth with Mercy goeth .

H ap p y
the people who with hasty running
,

Poast to thy c ourt when tru m pets t ryumph blow

On pathes enlighted by thy faces sun ni ng
, ,

Their stepps Jehova unofi ende d goe

, ,[ soe .

Thy name both ma kes them gladd and holds them

High thought into their hartes thy justice powreth :
The w ors h ipp of their strength from thee doth flow ,

And in thy love their springing Em pire flow re th .

For by Jehovas shiel d stand we protected ,

And thou gav s t Is rael their sacred king

’

What time in Vision thus thy word directed

Thy loved Prophet : ayd I will you bring
Against that violence your state doth wring
From one among my folk by choise appointed ;
David my servant him to act the thing:

Have I with holy oile my self anointed .

My hand shall bi d e his never failing piller -

,

And from m yne arm e shall he derive his might

Not c los ly undermin d by cursed willer
’

Nor o verthrown by foe in open fi gh t .

For I will q uaile his vexers in his sight

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And yet now by thee abjected s corned

,
0 , ,

S c orc h t with thy wrath is thy anointed one

Hated hi s lea g ue the crowne him late adorned
,

Puld from his head by thee augments his m oane , , .

R a z d are his fortes : hi s walls to m ine gone

’

Not simplest passenger but on b ym praieth

His neighbours laugh : of all his haters none
But boas ts his wrack and at his sorrow plaieth .

Takes he hi s weapon ? thou the edge reb at e s t

C omes to the fie ld to fi gh t ? thou m a kest him fly
Would m arch with kingly pomp ? thou him uns t ates t
As c end hi s throne ? it overthrowne doth ly z
His ages spring and prime of jollity ,

Winter of w o before th e day defineth ;

For praise reproche for honor infamy
, , ,

H e over loden beares and beari ng pineth

-
, .

How long 0 Lord what s till in dark displeasure

, ,

Wilt thou thee hi de ? and shall thin e angry thought

Still flame ? O th inc k how short our ages me asure ;
Th inc k if we all created were for nought ,

For who is he whom birth to life hath brought ,

B ut life to death and death to grave s ubj ec te th ?

,

From thi s necessity ( let all be sought )

No priviledg exem ptes noe ayde prot ecteth , .

Kind Lord where is the kindne s s e once thou swarest

, ,

Swarest in truth th y Davids stock should find ?

Show Lord yet s how thou for thy s ervant care st
, ,

Holding those shames in unforgetting mind ,

Which w e emb os om d beare of m any a kind

,
’

But all at thee and at thy Christ directed

To endle s s e whom be endle s s e praise as s ign d ’

B e this a gaine I saie be this effected

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Thou our refuge thou our dwelling

, ,

O Lord hast byn from tim e to t irn e

,

Long er M ounta ines prou d ly swelling

, ,

Abo v e the lowly dales di d clim e

Long e r the E arth e mb ow l d by thee
,
’

B are the fo rm e it now doth b eare

Yea thou art God for ever free
, ,

From all touch of age and ye are .

0 but m an by thee created

, ,

As he at firs t of earth arose ,

When thy word his end hath d ate d ,

In e quall state to earth he goes .

Thou saist an d saying maks t it soe

,

B e noe more 0 Ada m s heyre ;

,

Fro m when ce ye ca m e dispatch to goe , ,

Dust a gaine as d ust you were

, .

Graunt a thousand ye ares be spared

To m ort all m en of life and light :
What is that to thee compared ?
O ne d ay one quarter o f a night
, .

When death upon them s torm li k e falls -

Li ke unto a dre ame they grow :

W hich goes and comes as fancy calls ,

Nought in substance all in show .

21 6 P S ALM 9 0

As the h e arb that early groweth ,

Which leaved greene an d flowre d faire

E v ning change with m ine m o w e th
’

And laies to roast in withering aire

Soe in thy wrath w e fa d e away ,

W ith thy fury o vert hrowne

When thou in sight our f ault es dost lay ,

Looking on our synns unknown .

Therefore in thy angry fuming ,

O ur life of daie s his m easure spends

All o ur ye are s in death cons uming ,

Right like a sound that sounded ends , , .

Our daie s of life make s e aventy yeat es ,

E ighty if one stronger be

,

Whose cropp is laboures dollors feares

, , ,

Then a wa y in poast we flee .

Yet who notes thy angry pow er

As he should feare soe fearing thee?
,

Make us c ount each V it all hower

Make thou us wise we wise shall b e
,
.

Turne Lord : shall these things thus goe still?

Lett thy servantes p eace obt ame
Us with thy joyfull bounty fill ,

E ndle s s e j oyes in u s shall raigne .

C lad as erst we greeve d

u s now ,

Send ye ares of good for ye ares of 111

When thy hand hath us releeve d ,

ow u s and ours thy glo ry still

L
( S h .

Both th em and us not one exempt

, ,

W ith thy beauty beautify :

Supply with aid what we attempt ,

O ur attempts with a id sup p ly .

LINE 40 in poas t : in h a s te
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B ut thou shalt live to see ,

And s eeing to relate

, , ,

What recom pence sh ared be

To ev ry godle s s e mate
’

W hen once thou m ak s t the Lord ’

Protector of thy state ,

And with the hi ghest canst accord

To dwell within his gate

Then ill nay cause o f ill

, ,

Shall farr excluded goe

Nought thee to hurt much lesse to kill
, ,

Shall nere thy lodging grow .

For Angells s hall attend

B y him commanded soe
And thee in all s uch w a ies defend ,

As his directions s how .

To beare thee with regard

Th eir hands shall both be spred
Tby foote shall never d ash to o hard ,

A gainst the stone misled .

Soe thou on lion s goe

Soe on the Aspicks head
O n Lionet shalt h urt le s s e s oe
And on the Dragon tread .

Loe m e s aith God : he loves

,

I th erfore will him free

My na m e with kn ow le dg he approves ,

That shall his honor b e .

H e asks when paines are rife ,

And s treight re c e iv d doth see ’

Help glo ry an d his fi ll of life

, , ,

With e ndle ss e health fro m m e .

LINE 1 3 hio d sh eltered LINE

’
: . 16 a fly pl ac e tr
:us t LINE .

alb eit alth ough

, .
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PS ALM 92 B O N U M E S T C O NFI TE RI

thing
O lovly
To s ing and praises frame
To thee O Lor d and thy high nam e ;
, ,

Wit h early spring

Th y bounty to display ,

Thy truth when n ight hath v anquis h t day

Yea s oe to sing ,

That ten s tring d instrument ’

With lute and harp and voice consent

, ,
.

F or Lord my mind
, ,

Thy works with wonder fill;

Thy doings are my comfort still .

What witt can find ,

H ow bravely thou hast wrought ,

O r deeply sound thy s h allow s t thought?

’

The toole is blin d ,

And blindly doth not know ,

H ow like the grasse the wick e d grow .

The wicked grow

Like fraile though flowry grass e
And falne to wrack past help doe passe
, , .

But thou not soe ,

But high thou still dost stay

And loe thy haters fall a w ay .

Thy haters loe ,

Decay and perish all ;

Al l wick ed han d s to m in e fall .
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Fresh oiled I
W ill lively lift my hom e,

And match the m at c h le s s e U nic om e

Mine e y shall spy
My spies in s pigh tfull case
Mine e are shall heare m y foes disgrace .

Like C e d ar high
An d like Date bearing tree
-
,

For greene and growth the just shall b e

, .

W here God doth dwell

Shall be his spreading place
Gods C ourts shall hi s faire bowes embrace .

E ven then shall swell

His blossoms fatt an d faire ,

W hen age d rinde the stock shall beare .

And I shall tell

How C o d my Rock 1s ] U s t ,

S o just with hi m is nought un just

, .
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PS AL M 94 D E US UL TI O N U M DO M IN U S

God of revenge revenging Go d appe are

, ,

To recom pence the proud E arth e s judge arise , .

How long 0 Lor d how long unpunis h t beare

, , , ,

Shall these Vile m en their joyes their j olities ? ,

How long thus talk and talking tiraniz e ? ,

C ursedly d oe an d doing proudly boast ;

, ,

This people crush by thee affected most?

,

This land afflict where thy possession lies ?

,

For these the widow and the stranger slay

,

These work the orphans deadly overthrow .

God shall not see then in their thoughts they say

, ,

The Go d of Jacob he shall never know .

0 tooles this folly when will you f orgoe

, ,

And wis dome le arne ? who firs t t h e e are did plant ,

Shall he him self not heare ? sight shall he want ,

From whose firs t w orkm ans h ipp th e eye did grow?

Who checks the world shall he not you reprove? ,

Shall knowledge lack who all doth knowledge lend ? ,

N ay ev n the t h o ugh t e s of m en who raignes above

’

, ,

H e knowes and kn owes they more than vainly end

, .

Then blest who in thy schoole his age doth spend

, , ,

W ho m thou O Lord dost in thy law enforme , ,

Thy harbour shall him s hr owd fro m ruines s t orm e ,

While pitts are dig d where such men shall d escend

’
.
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For sure the Lord his folk will not forsake ,

But e ver prove to his posse s sion true ;

Judgm ent ag aine the course of Justice take
, , ,

An d all right hartes shall God their guide ensue , , .

See if you doubt : against the c anckre d crue

, ,

Those mischi ef masters who for m e did stand ?

—
,

The Lo rd none els : but for whose aiding hand

, ,

Silence by now had held my soule in m ew .

But Lord thy goodness did m e then uph old

, ,

E v n when I said now now I faint I f all

’

, ,

And quailed in mind com bats manifold

,
-
,

Thi e consolations did m y joyes recall .

Then what society h o ld s t thou at all ’

What frends h ipp with the throne of missery ?

Which law pretends intends but injury , ,

And Justice doth unju s t vexation c all ?

To c ounsell where consp ired caitives flock

The just to slay and faultles s e b lou d to s p ill?
,

0 no : m y God Jehova is my Ro ck ,

My rock of refuge m y d efensive hill , ,

H e on their h e ades shall well repay their ill

Jehova loe l the God in wh ome we joy
, ,

Destroy them shall shall them at once destroy

,

And what the m eane ? their owne m alicious will .

LINE 32 mew : c o nfine m e nt . LINE 4 8 me ane : me n a s .

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PS AL M 95 VENI TE EXULTE M US

C ome , co lett us with joyfull voice

me
Re cord and raise
J ehov as p raise
C ome lett us in our s afties Ro ok rej oyc e .

Into h is p resenc e lett us goe

And there with Ps alme s our gladdne s s show ;
For he is God a god most greate
, ,

Above all gods a king in kingly seate .

What lowest lies in earthy masse ,

What highest s tands ,

Sta nds in his hands :

The S ea is his and he th e Sea wright was
,
-
.

He mad e the Se a h e ma de th e s h ore :

,

C ome let us fall lett us ad ore

,

C o me let us kneele with awfull grac e

B efore the Lord th e Lo rd o ur makers fa c e
, .

He is our Go d he doth us keepe

“

We by him ledd ,

And b y him fedd ,

His pe o p le are we are hi s p as t ure s h e epe

, .

Today if he some s p ea ch will us e ,

Doe not 0 doe not you refus e

,

With h ardned hartes his voice to heare ,

A s Mas ha now o r Merib a it were

, ,
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PS AL M 96 C A N TA TE DO M IN O

Sing and let the song b e new ,

Unto him that never endeth

Sing all E arth and all in y ou .

Sing to God and blesse his n am e ;

O f the help th e health he sendeth
, ,

D ay by da y new ditties frame .

M ake ea ch c ountry know his worth ;

O f his a ctes the wondre d story
Paint unto each people forth .

For Jehova greate alone

All the gods for awe and glory
, ,

F arre above doth hold his throne .

F or but I dolls what are they ,

Who m besides m a dd E arth adore th ?

H e the Skies in frame did l ay :
Grace an d Honor are his guides
Majesty hi s te m ple s toreth :
Might in guard abo ut him bides .

Kindreds co m e Jehova give ,

0 give Jehova all together ,

F orce and fa m e whereso you live .

Give his nam e th e glory fitt :

Ta ke your O ffrings gett you thither ,

W here he d oth ensh rined sitt .

P S ALM 9 6 227

G oe a dore him in th e place

Where his po m pe is most di splaied
E arth 0 goe with quaking pace
, ,

Goe proclaime Jehova king

S t ayle s s e world shall now be s t a ie d
Righteous doome his rule shall bring .

Starry roo fe and earthy floore

, ,

Sea and all th y widenes s e yeldeth

,

Now re j oyc e and le ape an d rore .

Leavy Infants of the w ood ,

Fielde s and all th at on you feedeth ,

D aunc e O daun c e at su ch a good

, .

F or Jeh ova c ommeth lo el

Loe to raigne Jehova c ometh
,

Under wh ome you all s hall goe .

H e th e world shall rightly guide

Truly as a king b ec ommeth ,

For the p eo p les weale p rovide .

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PS AL M 97 D O M I N U S R EG NA VI T

Jehova c omes to raigne

Re j o yc e O E arthy m aine
,

You isles with waves enclos ed ,

B e all to joy disposed .

C loude s him round on all sides ,

And pitchy darknes s e hi des .

Jus tice and judgment stand

As propps on either hand ,

Whereon hi s throne abides .

The fire before him goes ,

To as s h es turnes hi s foes
His flas hi ng lightnings maketh ,

That E arth beholding quaketh .

Th e mount aine s at his s ight ,

His sight that is by right

The Lord o f all this all ,

Doe fast on melting fall ;

As wa x by fi ers might .

The h e av ns his justice tell

’

N oe lesse they all that dwell

And have on earth their b oein g ,

Are gladd hi s glory seeing .

Shame then sha m e may you see

, ,

That I doll servers b e

-
,

And trust in I dolls place

But let before his face
All Angells b ow their kn ee .
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PS AL M 98 C A N TA TE DO M IN O

O sing Jehova he hath wonders wrought

, ,

A song of praise that newnes s e may commend

His hand h is holy arme alone hath brought
,

C onquest on all that durst with him contend .

He th at s alvation doth hi s e lle c t attend ,

Long hid at length hath sett in open view

,

An d now th e unb e le eving Nations taught

H is h e av nly j ustice ye ldin g each their due
’
.
,

His bounty and his truth the motives were ,

Promis d o f yore to Jacob and his ra ce

’

Whi ch ev ry Margine o f this ea rthy spheare

’

N ow see s p erformed in hi s saving gra ce .

Then earth and all possessing earthy pla c e

, ,

0 sing 0 sho ut O triu m ph O re j oyc e :

, , ,

M ake lute a part with voc all m usique beare ,

And entert aine thi s king with trumpetts nois e .

B ore Sea all that trace the bryny sands

, ,

Thou totall globe and all that thee enjoy

You streamy rivers c la pp your s wymming hands
You M ountaine s e cho each at others joy ,

See on th e Lo rd this service you imploy ,

Who comes of earth the crown e and rule to take

And shall with upright justice judg the lands ,
,

And e quall law es among the dwellers m a ke .

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PS A LM 99 DO M IN U S RE G NAVI T

W hat if nations rage and frett?

What if E arth doe ruine thre atei
>

Lo e our state Jehova gui de th ,

H e that on th e C herubs rideth .

C reate Jehova Sion holdes ,

High above what E arth enfolds

Thence his sacred name with terror ,

F orc e th truth from tongues o f error .

Thron d he sitts a kin g of might

’

Mighty soe as bent to right

,

For how can but be maintained

Right by him who right ordained ?
,

0 then co m e Jehova sing

Sing our God our Lord our king
,

A t the foot s t o ole sett before him ,

( H e is holy ) come adore

,
h i m .

Moses erst and Aron soe ,

( These did high in Priesthood goe )

S am uell soe unto him crying ,

Got their s utes without denying .

B utfro m cloudy Piller then

God did daine to talk with men
H e enacting they observing ,

From his will there was no s werving .

23 2 PSALM 99

Then our G od Jehova thou ,

Unto them thy e are didst bowe

Grat io us still and kindly h art e d
,

Though for sinne they s omwh ile s m arted .

0 then come Jehova sing

Sing our God our Lord our k ing
, , .

In his Sion mount before him

( H e is holy ) co,
m e adore h i
.m
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PS AL M 101 M I S E R I C ORD IA M E T J UD I C I UM

When now appointed king I king shall b e

, , ,

W hat mercy then what justice use I will

, ,

I here 0 Lord in song protest to thee

, , .

Till that day come thou m e the crowne shalt give ,

D ee pe s t udy I on vertue will bestow :

And pure in hart at home retired lyve .

My low ly eye shall level] at no ill

Who fall from thee with m e not one shall stand
,

Their waies I shall pursue with hatred still .

Mischievous heads farre 0 11 from m e shall goe

Malicious hartes I never will a dmitt :
And wh is p ring biters all will overthrow
’
.

Ill shall I brooke the proud ambitious band [ s welle ,

Wh ose eyes looke high whose p uffed hart es doe

,

B ut for truth tellers seek and s ear ch the land

-
.

Such men with m e my C ouns ailors shall sitt

Su ch everm ore my ofiic ers shall b e ,

Men s peaking right an d doin g what is fitt

,
.

Noe fraudulent within my house shall dwell

The cunning c oyning ton gue shall in my
B e not e ndur d much lesse accepted w e ll
’
.
,

A s soone as I in all the lan d shall see

A wic ke d wretch I shall hi m hate ou tright ;
,

And of Vile me n Jehovas city free .

 23 5

PS AL M 102 D O M I NE E XA UD I ,

O Lord my praying heare

,

Lord lett my cry come to thine e are

, .

Hide not thy face a wa y ,

B ut ha ste and aun s w er m e ,

In this m y most most mis s erable da y

, ,

Wherein I p ray and cry to thee

, .

My daie s as smoke are past

My bones as flamin g fuell waste
M owne downe in m e ( alas )
With Scyt he o f sharp e st paine ,

My hart is withered like the wounded grasse ,

My S t omak do th all foo de dis daine .

Soe le ane my w oes me leave ,

That to my flesh my bones do cleave

And soe I bray and howle ,

As use to howle and bray

The lonely Pellic an and desert Owle ,

Like whom I languish long th e d a y .

I langui sh soe the da y ,

The night in watch I waste away ;

Right as th e Sparow s itts ,

Bereft o f s pows e or sonne

,

Whi ch irk d alone with dolors deadly fitt s

,
’

, ,

To co mpany will not be wonn e .

23 6 P SALM 1 02

As day to day succeeds ,

S o shame on sha m e to m e proceeds

From them that doe m e hate :
Who of my wrack soe boast ,

That wishing ill they wish but my estate

, ,

Yet think they wish of ills the m ost .

Therefore my bread is c l ay ,

Therefore m y teares my wine alay

For h ow else sh ould it b e ,

Sith th ou s till angry art ,

And s eem s t for nought to have

’
advaunc e d

B ut m e advaunc e d to subvert?
, ,

The sunn of my life daie s

In clines to west with falling raies ,

And I as hay am dride :

While yet in s t e dfas t e s eate
E ternal ] thou eternally dost bide
, ,

Thy memory noe yeares c an treat .

0 then at length arise

O n Sion cast thy mercies eyes .

N o w is the time th at t hou

To mercy shouldst in clin e
C on c erning her : 0 Lord th e tyme is now
, ,

Thy s elf for mercy didst assigne .

Th y servauntes waite the day

When s h e who like a carcasse lay
,

S tret c h d forth on R uines beir

’

Shall soe arise and live ,

That N ations all Jehovas name

All kings to thee shall glory give :

55 Be cause thou has t a new

Made Sion stand re s tor d to view
,
’
23 8

PS AL M 108 B ENE D I C , A NI M A

M y s oule my hart
, ,

And every inw ard part ,

Praise hi gh Jehova p rais e h is holy name

,

M y h art my soule
, ,

Jehova s name extoll

What grat ious h e
Doth and hath done for thee
, ,

B e quick to mind to utter be not lame

, .

F or his free gra c e

Doth all thy sinn es deface ,

He cur e s thy s ic kne s s e healeth all thy h arme

,
.

From greedy grave

Th at g aspes thy life t o have ,

H e s etts thee free :

And kindly makes on thee
All his C ompas sions all his mercies s warme
, .

He do th thee still
With flowing plenty fill °

H e eagle like doth oft thy age rene w

-
,

The Lord hys right

Unto the wronged Wight
D oth ever yeld :
And never c ease to shield
With Justi ce them whom guile and
,

His way and trade

H e knowne to Moses mad e ,

His w onders to the sonnes of I sraell

Th e Lord I meane , ,

Jehova ; wh o doth leane

PSAL M 1 03 23 9

With mildest will

To Ruth and mer cy st ill ;
As s low to wrath as swift to doing well
,
.

When he doth chide

H e d o th not c hiding bide
His anger is not in his treasures laide .

H e doth not serve

O ur s ynn e s as sinn es deserve
,

N or re compen ce
Unto us each o ff en c e
With due revenge in e quall ballance w eigh d .

For looke h ow farre

The Sphere o f farthest starre
Drown es that proportion earthly C enter beare s
8 0 0 much and more
,

His never em p t y store

O f gra c e and love
Beyond hi s s ynn es doth prove
Who ever b ym with d ue devotion feares .

N ay looke h ow farre
From e as t remo v e d ar
The wes terne lodgings of the weary sunne
Soe fa rre m ore farre
, ,

From us removed are ,

B y that greate love

O ur fault e s fro m him doe prove ,

What ever faulte s and follies we have done .

And looke h ow muc h

The ne erly touchi ng touch
The father fe ele s towards his sonne most deare ,

Affects his hart ,

At ev ry froward part
’

Plaid by his child :

Soe merci ful] soe mild , ,

Is he to them that beare him awfull feare .

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O ur p otter he
Knowes h ow his ve s s ells w e
In earthy matter lo dgd this fic kle forme
’

Fickle as glasse
As flowres that fading passe
, ,

And vanish soe ,

No not their place we know ,

B lasted to death wi th breath o f blus tring s torme .

Such is our state ;

But farre in other rate ,

G ods endle s s e Justice an d hi s mercy stand ,

Both on the good ,

And their religious brood ;

Who unc ontrol d ’

Sure league with him doe hold ,

An d doe his lawes not only understand .

Jehova greate
Sits thron d in starry seate
’

His kingdom e d oth all kingdoms com prehend .

You angells strong ,

That unto him be long ,

Wh ose de e des accor d

W ith his co mm an d ing word ,

Praises and thanks upon Jehova spend .

Spirits of m ight ,

You that his b att aills fi gh t ,

You ministers that willing work his will

All thi ngs that he
Hath wrought where soe they b e
, ,

His praise extol] :

Thou with the rest m y soule , ,

Praises and thanks spend on Jehova still .

24 2 P SALM 1 04

Soe waters fle dd so mountaines hi gh di d rise

, ,

S 0 humble V alleys de e pe ly did descend ,

All to the place thou di d st for them devise

Where bounding Seas with unremoved end ,

Thou b ads t they should them selves no more extend

To hide the earth which now unhi dden lies
Yet from the mountaine s rocky sides didst send
Springs whis pring murmurs Rivers roring cries
,
, .

Of th ese the beasts which on the planes doe fee de

All drinck their fill: with these their thirst all ay
The Asses wild and all that wildly breede
B y these in their self chosen stations s tay -

The free borne fowles which thr ough the empty

-
,

O f ye e lding aire wa ited with winged speed ,

To art li k e not e s of na t ure t uned lay

- -

Make e areles s e bushes give attentive heed .

Thou thou of h e av n the window e s dost un close

,
’

Dewing the mount aine s with thy bo unties raine

E arth e greate with yong her longing doth not lo s e
, ,

Th e h opfull ploughman hopeth not in vayn e .

The vulgar grasse whereof the be ast is faine

, ,

The rarer h earb man for him s elf hath chose

All things in breei that life in lif e m aint aine
, ,

From E arths old bowells fres h and yongly growe s .

Thence Wyne the counter poison unto c are

,
-

Thence O ile whose juyc e unplaite s the folded brow

,

Thence bread our best I say not daintiest fare

, , ,

Propp yet of hartes wh ich else would weakly b ow ,

Thence Lord thy leaved p eop le bud and blow

, ,

Wh ose Princes thou thy C edars dost not spare

, ,

A fuller draught o f thy cupp to allow ,

Thus highly rais d a bo ve the rest they are

’

.
P S ALM 1 04 24 3

Yet highly rais d they doe not proudly s c orne

’

To give sm all b irde s an hu m ble e ntert aine ,

Whose bric kle nea s te s are on their branches borne ,

Whi le in the Firrs th e Stor k s a lodging gaine .

Soe highest hills rock loving Goates s us tayne ;-

An d have their heads with c lym ing traces w orne

That safe in Rocks the C o nnyes m ay rem aine ,

To yiel d them C aves their rocky ribb s are torne

,
.

w
f
Gsf
‘

Th oumakest the Moone the Empresse of the night , ,

Hold constant course with m ost unconstant face

Thou m aks t the sunne the C hari ot m an of li ght -
,

W ell knowe th e start and stop of dayly race .

W hen he doth sett and night his be ames deface ,

7 0 To roam e abro ade wood burgesses delight -

,

Lions I m eane who rorein g all that space

, , ,

Seeme then of thee to crave their foo d by right

/
When he retornes they all from fi eld retire
, ,

And lay the m down e in C ave their ho m e to rest , ,

They rest man s t irrs to win a workmans hire

, ,

And works till sunn hath wrought his way to west .

E t e m all Lord who greatest art and best ,

H ow I a maz d thy m ighty w orke s admire !

’

Wis dome in the m hath ev ery part p os s es s t ,

Wh ert o in m e no wis dome can aspire

, .

B ehold the E arth how there thy bounties flowl

,

L ooke on the Sea extended hugely wide : [ goe ,

Wh at w atry troops s wymme c re epe and crawle and , , ,

O i greate and s m all on that this eV ry side !

’

, , , ,

There the saile winged s hi pps on wa ve s doe gli de

-

Sea m onsters there their plaies and pas tyme s show :

-
,

And all at once in seasonable tyde

Their hungry eyes on thee their feeder t hrow .
24 4 PSAL M 1 04

Thou givs t they take ; thy hand it self dis plaie s

, ,

They filled teele th e plenties of thy hand :

, ,

All darkne d lye deprived o f thy Rays ,

Tho u tak st their breath not one can longer stand

’

,
.

They dye they turne to former dust and s and

, ,

Till thy life giving S p rit doe mus tring raise

-
’

N ew c om p anies to ree nf or c e each band,

Whi ch s till s up plied never whole dec aies , .

Soe may it oh ! soe may it ever goe

, ,

Jehovas workes h is glorious gladdnes s e b e [ grow , ,

Who touchin g M ountayne s M ountayne s s moaking ,

Who eyeing E arth E arth quake s with quivering ,

A s for m y s el f my s eely s elf in me

, [ ee
kn , .

While li fe s hall last h is worth in song to s how

,

I framed have a resolute de cree ,

And th ankf ul] b e till being I forgoe , .

0 th at my s on g might good a c ceptance finde

How should my h a rt in great Jehova joy !
0 that s ome p lagu e this irreli gious kinde ,

Ingrate t o G od w ould fro m the earth destroy !

,

M e ane While my s oule uncessantly emplo y

, ,

1 10 To hi gh Jeho vas prais e m y mouth and mynd :

N ay all ( s in c e all hi s b e ne fitt s enjoy )
,

Praise him whom bandes o f time noe age c an binde .

LINE 58 entertaine : reception ( as of a guest ) .

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And soe remote from wrong of meaner hand

That kings for them did sharp rebuke e ndure .

To uch not I c h ardge you my anointed b and , ,

N or to my Proph etts least o ffen ce p roc ure .

Then he for F amyn s pake : scarse had he spoken ,

Whe n F am yn cam e th e sta ff of bread was broken

, .

B ut he for them to Ae gipt had fores ent

The slave sold Jose p h kindly to prepare
-

Wh ose fe ete if fretting Irons did indent ,

His so ule w as c log d with steely b oulte s o f care ;

’

Till fam e abroad o f his divining went ,

And h e av nly s awe s su ch wis dome did de clare

’

Th at h im a message from the king a ddres sed

O f b ondage ridd o f fre edome repossessed
, .

N oe sooner freed the Monark in his h andes

,

With out controll both house and state doth la y ;

He Rulers rules C om man ders he commands ;
,

Wills and all doe : pres cribes and all ob ay .

While thus in t e arme s o f highest gra ce he stands ,

Loe I s raell t o A egipt takes his way

, ,

And Ja c obs lyne from Holy S e m descended ,

To s oj ourne comes where Cham hi s tentes extended .

Wh o now but they in s trength and number Howe ?

,

B ais d by their god th eir haters farre abo ve ?

’

F or ch ang d by him their entertainers grow

,
’

With guile to hate who erst with truth did love

,
.

B ut he with sa cred Moses wills to goe

Aron h is choise th ose mis ohi efes to remove
,

B y wh ose greate w orke s their senders glory blazed ,

Made Chams whole land with frightful] signes amaz e d .

Darknes s from day the wonted sunne doth chase

( F or b oth h e b idds and neither d a res rebell )
Late watry Nilus looke s with bloudy fa ce
How fis s h e s die what sho ul d I s tand to tell ?
,

O r h ow of noiso m e troggs th e earth bred race -

C roak where their prin c e s s le epe not only dw e ll?

,
P S ALM 105 24 7

How lice and vermyn h e av nly voice attending ’

Doe swarming fall what quarter not offending?

,

N oe rayny cloude but b reakes in stony haile

For c h e erefull ligh te s dis mayfull ligh tnings shi ne
Not shine alone their firy strokes as s aile
,

E ach taller plant : worst fares the figg and vyn e ,

Nor c all d to co m e doe C atterpillers faile

,
’

, ,

With locustes more than co unting can define

B y these the grasse the grace o f fi e lde s is wasted
, ,

The fruite s c ons um d by owners yet untasted

’
.

Their eldest borne that C ountries h 0pefull spring

-
, ,

Prime of their youth hi s plague doth lastly wo und ; ,

Then rich with s poile he out his flock doth bring ;

,

In all their trib e s not one a weakling found .

A e gipt once wisht now feares their tarrying

, , ,

And gladdly sees them on their journey bound ;

Wh om e God in h e at e a shading c lou de provi d e th ,

In dark with lamp of fla m y piller gui de th .

Brought from his store at sute of Is ra ell ,

Q ua ile s in whole Heavies each remove pursue ;

Him self from skies their hunger to repel ]
, ,

C andies the grasse with s w e e te congealed dew .

H e w ou ndes the Rock the Rock doth wounded w ell , , ,

W elling aHoordes new s tre ame s to Ch anne lls new ,

All for God s mindfull will can not be dryven

’

From sacred word once to hi s Abraham given .

Soe then in joyful ] plight his loved bands ,

His c hosen troupes with triumph on he traine s

Till full possession of the ne ighb oure lands ,

W ith painle s s e harvest of their th anckles s e paines ,

H e safely lea v es in their victorious hands ,

Where nought for the m to doe henceforth rem aines ,

But only to observe and see fullfi lle d ,

What he ( to w h ome be praise ) hath said and willed .

LINE 84 C andies : r t
e nc u s s , as w h it hoar fro st
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.
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PS AL M 106 C ON FI TE M I NI DO M IN O

Where are th e hymnes where are the honors due

,

T0 our good God whose good ness knowes no end ?

,

Who o f hi s force can utter what is true ?

Who all h is prais e in pral s e s comprehend ?
O blessed they whose w ell advis ed sight
O f a ll th eir life the level] straight doe bend ,

With endles s e ayming at the mark of right .

Lord for th e love thou dost thy people beare

, ,

Gra unt thought of me may harbor in thy m ind

Make m e with them th y s a feties liv ry weare ’

That I may on ce take noti ce in what kinde

Th y kindnes s e is on thi ne elected s h own e :
Th at I may gladdne s s in their gladdnes s finde ,

B oastin g with them who boast to be thine owne

, .

Inde e de we have as our fore fathers done

-
,

Done ill done wronge unjustly wi ckedly

, , ,

F or ( that I may begin where they begun )

Thy workes in E gipt wrought they passed b y
, ,

Q uite out o f thought th y man y bounties fell ,

And at the s ea the y did thy pacience try :

At th e Red Sea th ey di d I say rebell
, , , .

Yet God ( 0 goodness ) saved from his nam e

,

These M utiners that th is his might might show ,

F or he the waters did rebuking blam e ,

The waters le ft at his rebuke to flow

O u s andy de epe as on the desert sands ;
U nw ett in waves he m a d e his people goe
Setting them s a fe from all their haters han ds .
25 0 PSALM 1 06

What more ? the land that well des erv d desire

’

With fond dis daine mis trus tfull th ey reje ct

, ,

Their tentes doe flame with hott rebelli ous fire ,

Jehovas wordes rec eav d with no respect ’

For whi ch he in the desert overthrew

Them selves their sonnes with fathers fault
, ,

S c att re d ex il d no certaine C ountry knew

’ ’

.
, ,

F or th ey to Pe h or fi lthy idol went

, , ,

And wha t had bin to dead things s acrific d ’

F orbidden foode abh omin ab ly spent

, ,

Soe God with anger mi gh t ely s urpris d ,

’

His h urtfull hand against their health did ra ise ;

But Ph ine es justic e done their lives repris d
, ,
’

An d for that just ice purc h as d endle s s e praise

’

C ould this s uffic e? N ay farther at the brooke ,

The broo ke o f brall they did the Lord in c ens e

,

Which then hi s name o f their contention tooke ;

W here Moses s elf did smart for their o ffen ce ,

For inly angred that he rashly s pake ,

Forgetting due res p e ct and reveren c e ,

Wh ich for his rashnes s e God did angry make .

After their sonnes cam e to that lovely land ,

N oe better minded albe better blest , ,

Would not roote out as s toode with his command

, ,

The Pagan plants who then the pla c e pos s es t

, ,

B ut gre w together up and did as they , ,

In I doll s ervice f orw ard a s the best :

In Idoll servi ce roote o f th eir de c ay .

For they b oth sonnes and daughters o ttered

Unto their gods ; gods ? no they devills were ,

Whose guiltle s s e blond whi ch was tfully they shed , ,

I mb ru d the I dolls C ana an di d be are :

’

The land defiled was with murthers done ,

Whiles they in workes no filth ine s s forb e are ,

An d in conce ipt es a wh ooring mainly run

, ,
.
P SALM 106 25 1

Soe God incensed grew against his owne ,

An d plainly did hi s heritage detest :

Left them to b e by strangers ov ert hrown e ,

Lor d ed by foes by enimie s oppre s t

,
.

O ften he freed the m by his force divine

But when their witts would give his wrath
Left them at length in worthy plagues to pine .

He left the m long yet left them not at last

But s aw their woes and hear d their w aylfull cries
,

Which m a d e him c all to thought his c ov nant past ’

Soe c h ang d not only in hi m se lf did rise

’

Repentant pitty of their passe d paines :

But their captives now relenting eyes
His ruth of the m to tender ye ldin g traines .

C oe on , God as the m soe u s to save

O , ,

R ally thy tro o p e s that widely s c at tre d b e ,

That their due th anke s thy h o lyne s s e m ay have ;

,

Their glorious praise thy h e av nly pow r may

,
’ ’

0 Go d of I z rae l our God our Lor d

, , ,

E t e rna ll th anke s be to e t ernall thee

Lett all the earth with praise appro v e m y word .
25 2

PS AL M 107 C O N FI TE M I N I DO M IN O

O celebrate Jehovas praise ,

For gratious he and good is foun d

And noe precinct noe s pace of da ie s
, ,

C an his greate grace and goodness boun d .

Say you with m e with m e resound

,

Jehovas praise with thankfulness

Whose bands of pe rill he unbound ,

W hen tyrants hate did you oppresse .

H ow ma ny and h ow m any tym es

, ,

From early E ast fr om e vening West

, ,

From thirsty wastes from frosty c lymes

, ,

H ath he dispersed brought to rest ! ,

H ow m a ny sa y d w h o dee pe distrest
’

, ,

And strayin g farre from path and town e ,

With want and drouth soe sore were prest ,

That drouth w ell neer their lives did drown e l

They cry d to him in woeful] p li ght ;
’

His succour sent did end their woe .

From error train d he led them right

,
’

, ,

And made to peopled places goe .

Such then in song his m ercies show ,

His w onders done to m en display

Who in the hungry hunger soe
, , ,

Soe doth in thirsty thirst alay , .

H ow m any fast imprisoned lye

In shad e of death and horrors blind, ,

Whose fe e t e as Iro n fetters tye ,

S oe heavy angui sh c lo ggs their m ind !

 P SALM 1 07

He bids and straight on m oisty m aine

,

The b lus tring tem pest falling flies :

The starrs doe dropp bedasht with raine ,

Soe huge the waves in combat rise .

N ow shipp with men do touch the skies

N ow downe m ore down e than C enter falls ;
,

Their m ight doth m elt their courage dies

,

Such hideous sights each sense apalls

,
.

For now the w h irlw inde makes them wh e e le

N ow s top d in midst of broken round
’

As drunc kard use they s taggring re ele

, ,

Whose head lame fe ete can teele no groun d

-
.

What h e lpes to have a Pilot sound ,

Where w is dome wont to gui d e th e sterne

N ow in dis pairfull danger droun d ’

Which wisdoms eye c an nough t discerne ?

They cry to him in w ofull plight ;

His succour sent doth end their woe .

O f Seas an d winds he partes the fi gh t :

To w is s h e d port with joy they row .

Such then in song his mercies show ;

His wonders done to m en display
Make p e 0 p 1es presse his honor know ,

A t prin c es thr ones his pra i se be w ray .

How ma ny wh ers doth he convert

Well w atre d grounds to thirsty sand !
And saltes the s o ile for wicked hart
The dwellers beare that till the land !
How oft a gaine hi s gratio us hand ,

To watry pooles doth desertes change !

An d on the fi elds th at fruit les s e stand ,

Makes trickling springs unhoped range !

Suppose of men that live in want

A C olony he there do m ake ,

They dw ell an d build and s ow an d plant

, , , ,

And of their paines grea te profitt tak e .

PSAL M 107

His blessing doth not them forsake ,

B ut multip lies their childrens store

N ay ev n their C att aill fo r their s ake
,
’

, ,

Augmentes in number more and more .

Th ey stand while he their s tate s us t aine s

Then comes againe that h armefulle day
W hi ch brings th e enterch ange o f paines ,

And their encrease t urnes to de c ay .

N or strange ; for h e e xiled s tray

, ,

Makes greatest kings s c orn d where th ey ’

The same from want the poore doth waigh ,

And makes like heards their houses grow .

See thi s and joy this thus to see

, ,

All you wh ose judgements judge aright

You whose c onceitos distorted b e ,

Stand m ute ama z e d at th e sight .

H ow w is e w ere h e whose wis dome might

,

O bserve eac h c ours e the Lord doth hold ,

TO light in men his bounties ligh t ,

noe doth all e nfold l

5 8 t raflique : means of trans port .

25 6

PS AL M 108 PA RA TUM M E UM

To sing and p lay my hart is bent

Is bent Go d s na m e to sole m n iz e
’

Thy service 0 m y tongue present ,

Arise my lute my harp arl s e

, .

My self will up with dawning skies ,

And so in song report thy praise ,

No e are but shall c once ave my laies

As farre as E arth extended lies .

F or Lord the h e av ns how ever high

, ,
’

Are lower farre than thy sweet grace

Thy truth on stedfast wings doth fly ,

Aspiring up to c loudy s pace .

0 then thy self in highest place

Above the h e av ns Jehova show :
’

, ,

And thence on all this earth below

Display the sunn beam es of thy face
-
,

To sett thy dearly loved free ,

To helpe and heare m e when I pray .

Hark hark so shall so s hall it b e

, , , ,

Him self doth from h is tem ple say .

Then make w e heere a mery stay ,

And let m e part out Sichems fi e lds

The land that Su c c oth e s valley ye lds ,

B y Pear c h and pole divided lay .

25 8

PS AL M 109 D E US LA UD E M

Sin ce thus the wicked thus the fraudulent , ,

Sin c e liers thus enforce my blame :

O G od God o f m y praise
, ,

B e not in s ilence pent :

For th eir malit ious wordes against m e raise
E ngins of hate and c aus e le s s e b at try frame
, .

C auseless ? m e ! quite c ontrary to cause

ay

My love they doe with hate repay :

With treasons lawle s s e spight
They answ er frendsh ipps lawes ,

And good with ill and help with harme requite

,

Wh at resteth now but that to thee I pray?

,

I p ray then what? that lorded at comm and

>

O f so m e vile wretch I may him s e e

Th at fit tly still his foe
To thwart his good may stand
That judg d from judgment he condempn d
,
’

,
’

Yea to his plague his praier t urned b e

,
.

That speedy death cutt off his w ofull life ,

Another ta k e hi s place and port :

His c hildren f ath erle s s e ,

And h us b andle s s e his wife ,

May w andring begg an d begg in such distress e

, ,

Their b e ggre d hom es m ay be their best resort .

PSAL M 109 25 9

Tha t usurers may all he hath ensnare ,

And s trangers reape what he hath sown e

That none him friend at all ,

N one with c omp as sions care

E mbra ce his brood but they to wra ck may fall
, ,

And falne ma y lye in followin g age unknowne

, , .

T hat not his owne alo n e but ev ry cryme

,
’

O f fath ers and fore fathers hand ,

May in G od s sight abide :

’

Yea to e ternall t yme

, ,

S ynne o f his m o ther and his moth ers side ,

M ay in his mind who is e ternall stand ;

, ,

That he and they s o e farre may be forgot t ,

That neither print of bein g leave

What humane nature will ;
F or he re membre d not ,

B ut s ought a wretch inh umanly to s p ill

And w ould of lif e an hum bled hart bereave .

mis chie f ; mi s chie f with him goe

noe good ; th en doe him none ,

h e dne s s his olo ake ,

Into him soaking s oe ,

A s w ater dronken inwardly doth s oake ,

As oile through flesh doth search the hidden bone .

Be woe I s ay his garment large and wide

, ,

Fa s t girt with girdle of th e sa m e .

Soe be it be it aye
, ,

Such misery betide

Unto all su ch as thirstin g my dec ay ,

Agains t my soule su ch deadly falsh ood frame .

26 0 PSAL M 1 09

But thou O Lord my Lord s oe deale with me

, , ,

A s doth thy e ndles s e honor fi t t :

And for thy glorie s s ake
Let m e deliverance see ,

F or want and woe my life their obje ct make ,

And in my brest my hart doth wounded sitt .

I fade and f aile as sh ade with f alling sunn

And as the Grasshopper is tost ,

Place after pla c e I leese ,

While fast hath nigh undone

The with erd kn otts of my disj oynte d knees ,

And dried flesh all juyce and moisture lost .

Worse yet al as ! I am their s c orne their nod , ,

When in their presence I m e show ;

B ut thou thou m e uphold
, ,

My Lord my gratious G od
,

0 s ave m e in thy mercies manifold ,

Thy hand thy work make all men on m e know

, ,
.

They curse m e still but blesse thou where they c urse

,

They rise but sham e shall bring the m downe

,
.

And thi s my joy shall b e ,

As bad disgrace or worse

, ,

S ha ll them at tyre than ever clothed m e ,

Trailin g in trayne a s ynfull s hameful] gowne .

Then then will I Jehovas w orke s relate

,

Where multitudes th eir m eeting have :

B e cause s till nigh at hand
To m en in hard estate
H e in their most e x tre amit ie s doth stand ,

And guiltle s s e lives from f alse condempners save .

262 P S AL M 1 10

Thy s laugh tre d foes thi ck heaped ly

Wi th orus sh ed head ev n he shall dye
’

Who head o f m any Realmes doth raigne .

If passing on these waies

Thou tast o f troubled s treames
Shall that e c lips thy shining raies ?
a) light thy glories beames .

;
 26 3

PS ALM 111 C O N FI TE B O R TI B I

At ho m e abroad most willingly I will

,

B estow on G od my praises ut tmos t skill

C haunting hi s w orkes w orke s of unmatched might
, ,

D e em d so b y them who in their sear ch de li ght

’
.
,

E ndle s s e the honor to his powre pe rt aine s :

From end as farre hi s justice e ake remaines ,

good and working wonders soe ,

never can forgotten goe .

h is faith ful C rue ,

and still in prom ise true .

he c aus d them understand

’

( 15 of all the heathens land .

Now what could m ore ea ch promise do ome decree , , ,

O f him c onfi rme sure just unm ov d to b e !

’

, ,

Pre s erv d hi s folk his league e t ernall fram d

’ ’

Q uake then w ith f eare when h oly he is n am d

’
.

Reverence of him is Perfect wisdoms w ell :

Stand in his lawe so understand you w ell
, .

The praise o f him ( th ough wicked hartes repine )

Unbounded bides noe time can it define
, .
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PS AL M 112 B E A T U S VI R

O in how blessed s tate he standeth ,

Wh o soe Jehova feareth ,

Tbat in the thin gs th e L o rd c ommandeth

His most delight appe are th l

The bra nch e s from th at body s p ringing

O n th e earth shall freshly flouris h :
Their p edigree from go od men bringing
.

Th e Lord with blis se will n o ur is h .

The hap py ho us e wherein he dwelleth

We ll s to red s hall p ers ever
Th e treas ure j us tly got he telle th
, , ,

S hall b ide hi s owne for ever .

Fo r h e, when woe them over cloudeth ,

-

Th e darkne d harte s enlighteth :

His mildnes s th em and mer cy s hrowde th
His jus tice fo r th em fi gh teth .

He is b o th go od and goo dnes s l o veth ,

Mo s t liberal] and lendin g :

All bus ines s wh ere in he moveth
With s ound a dvi ce at tending .

He firmly propt for

, ever falling ,

His name e xem p t from dying

C an h eare ill ne wes without a pp alling ,

H is ha rt on God relying ;
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LA U B A TE ,

0 you that serve the Lord ,

To praise his name a c cord

C o mmending ,ending never ,

Whom all this earth re s ounde s ,

From E ast to We s t erne b ounde s .

He Monarch raigne s on high

His glory tre ade s the sky .

Like him who can be counted ,

That dwells soe highly mounted?

Yet s tooping low beholds

From dust th e needy soule ,

The wretch from miry hole

H e lifts : yea kings he makes them ,

Ye a kings his p eople ta k es them .

H e gives th e b arren wif e

A fruitfull mothers life.
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PS AL M 114 IN E XI T U I S RAE L

At what tyme Jacobs race did leave of A e gipt take ,

And A e gipts b arb rou s folk forsa k e :

Th en then our God our king electe d Jacobs race
, , ,

His temple there and throne to place .

5 The sea beheld and fledd : Jordan with swi ft returne

To t winned spring his s tre ame s d id turne .

Th e mount aine s bounded soe as fedd in fruitfull groun d

, , ,

The flee z ed Ramme s doe frisking bound .

The hillocks c apre old soe as wanton by the ir damm e s

,

We c apre oll see the lusty la m bes .

0 sea why didst thou fly? Jordan with swift re t urne

, ,

To twinned spring what m a d e thee turne ?

,

M ount ain e s why bounded ye as fedd in fruitful]

, , ,

The flee z ed Ramm e s doe frisking bound ? [ ground ,

Hillocks why c apre old ye as wanton by the ir dammes

,

We c apre oll see the lusty la mbes ?

Nay you and E arth with you quake e ver at the s ight
, ,

O f Go d Jehova Jacobs mig ht

, ,

Who in the hardest Rocks makes standing waters grow

And p urling springs from Hints to flow .

LINE 9 c apreo ld : ca
pe erd .
26 8

PS AL M 115 N O N N O B I S DO M INE ,

N ot us I s ay not us , ,

B ut thine owne name res p ect eternall Lord ,

And make it glorious ,

To show thy mer cy and c onfirme th y word .

Why Lord why should these nations say

, ,

Where doth your God now make his s tay?

You ask wh ere our G od is ?

In h eav n enthron d no mark of mortal
’ ’

N o r ha th nor will he misse

,

Wh at like s his will to will effec tually

, .

What are y our idolls ? we demand :

Go ld s ilver worke s o f workmens h and
, , .

They m o uthes but s pe ech le s s e have

, ,

E yes s ightle s s e ; e are s n o newes o f noies can tell

,

Wh o them th eir noses gave

G ave not their no s es any s en c e of smell ;
N or h andes c an feele nor te c te c an goe , ,

N or s igne of s ound their th roates c an s how .

And wh erin differ you ,

Wh o havin g mad e th em make of them ,

But Israel p ursue

Thy trus t in God the targett of the just
, .

0 Aro ns ho wse the like doe yee :

,

H e is their aid th eir targett h e

, .
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PS AL M 116

The Lo rd rece ave s my cry ,

An d m e good eare doth give

Then love h ym stil l will I
,

And praise him while I live .

F ast bo und in bo nds o f death ,

With deadly ang uish thralled

When grief nigh stopt my breath ,

Upo n his name I c alled .

I call d an d thus I sa i d
’

O Lord m y band s unbind .

I fo und him just and kind ,

The simple s surest guard

,

Whom h e distressed heard

From hard distresse rede em d ’
.

My s oule t urmoild with woes ,

N ow boldly turne to rest ,

Such changes on thee showe s

Who greatest is and best .

My life from death is pa st ,

Mine eyes have dried their weeping

My slipping fo o te s tands fast ,

My s elf live in h is keeping .

P SALM 1 16 27 1

as I spake
B e le ev in g ,

( Su c h woe m y witts d i d blind )

I sai d when I d i d qua ke
, ,

I all m en liers finde ;

Which fi nding false to thee
, ,

W hat th anc ks Lor d shall I render

, , ,

W ho § h ow rmg blisse on m e
Dost m e soe t ruly tender?

My cup with thank s shall flow

For freedom fro m m y thrall
W hich I in flam es will thr ow ,

And on thy na m e will c all .

To thee m y y owes will p ay ,

Thy people a ll beholding

Who d eare their d eaths d ost weigh ,

That are to thee beholden .

This I thy servant taste

, , ,

Thy slave thy han dm aids sonne

,

W hose bands thou bro k en hast ,

An d fe t tring chaines undone ;

Who unto thee for thi s
A s a c rifi c e of praising
To o ffer will not misse ,

Th y nam e with honor raising .

Thou who m no times enfold

, ,

Shalt ha ve what I did vow

And they shall a ll behol d ,

Who to thy scepter bow ,

The place that holy place

,

Before thy house exten d ed ;

The very m i dd le s pace
In Sion co m prehended .
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H is mer cies are

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More safe it is on God to stay ,

Than c onfi dence on m an to lay

More safe who Go d his refuge ta k eth ,

Than he who k ings his succour m aketh .

Of e ni all sortes that b e

m ie s ,

O n e v ry part inviro n d m e :
’ ’

But I their s inew e s cut and quailed ,

Jehovas name soe m uch prevailed .

They m e inviron d yet a gaine

’

A gaine they di d m e straitly s t rayn e

But I their s inew e s cut and quailed ,

Jehovas na m e soe much prevailed .

They m e inviron d yet anew

’

And swarm ing fast like bees they flew

As fi re in thornes they quickly quailed ,

Soe to their wrac k his name prevailed .

thou sore at m e did th rus te

I n d e e de ,

Yet by his succ our stand I must .

In him m y strength of him my ditty

, ,

H e did m y soule in thralldom pit t y .

You righteous troope with m e re joyc e

C onsort with myne your jo yfull voice :
Say prais d his han d yea double pra1s ed
’

, ,

B e his strong hand so hi ghly raised .

For be assur d I shall not dy

’

But live Gods work s to testify

W ho though he sore d id s c urgin g paine m e ,

H e hath but s c urg d he hath not s laine

’

Who opens to m e Justice gate ?

1 e n tring m ay Go d s praise relate
, , .

This gate unto Jehova s h ow eth

B y this to Him the righteous groweth .
P SAL M 1 18 27 5

Here here 0 Lor d I will th ee praise

, , ,

Wh o didst m y life to s afty raise :

The stone the builders erst refused
In co m er now is laie d and used .

This w orkm ans hipp in deed divine

Doth in o ur eyes with wonder shine
G od m a d e thi s day he did us send it
, ,

In joy and mirth then lett us s p end it .

0 help us Lord 0 help we say

, , ,

0 prosper prosper u s we pray :

,

B lest in thy nam e who c omming rideth ,

Blest in thy house wh o dwelling b ide th .

Thy hous e Lord m ighty G od whence we

, ,

B oth have our light and sight to see :

Tie fast th e lambe on Alter lying ,

The c ords to horned corners tying .

O God my mighty C o d th ou art

, ,

And I to th ee will prais e impart :

O God tho u art my God and ever ,

I wi ll extoll th ee ceasing never

,
.

The Lord is good you see and know

A cknow le dg then and praise h im soe ,

For soe h is bounty it extendeth ,

N oe age can s ay loe here it endeth

, .
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PS AL M 119 I M M A C U L A TI

An course who leadeth

unde fi le d ,

And in Jehovas doctrine trea d eth ,

How blessed b e !
H ow b lest they be
Who s till his testimonies k eeping ,

Doe s eeke him still with hearty seeking !

F or whom in walke Gods way directeth ,

S ure them no s innfull blott infe ct eth

O i deede or word
For thou O Lord, ,

Hast to be done thy lawes com m anded ,

Not only to be un d erstanded .

0 were my stepps soe staid from swerving ,

That I m e to thy hests observing

Might wh oly give
Then w ould I live
W ith c onstant ch eere all chaunces brooking ,

To all thy precepts ever looking .

Then would I w ors h ipp thee sincerely ,

When what thy Justice b idds se verely

Thou shouldst m e teach :
I would noe breach
‘

Ma k e of thy law to m e beta k en

O leave m e not in whole forsa k en .
27 8 P SALM 1 19

I waste and spill ,

While still I longing grieve ,

Grieve longing for thy judgm ents still

, .

Thou proud and high

Dost low and lowly m ake
C urst fro m thy rule who bend awry .

What sham e they lay

O n m e then from m e take
,

For I have kept thy will allw ay .

Let princes talk ,

And talk their worst of m e

In thy decrees my thoughts shall
All my delight
Thy w itnes t will s h alb e
My counc ell to advise m e right .

Dead as i f I were ,

My soule to dust d oth cleave

Lord keepe thy word and doe not leave
,

Me here :
But quicken m e anew .

When I di d confesse
My s innfull w aie s to thee ,

As then thy e are thou d idst to m e

A ddre s s e
Soe teach m e now thy statutes true
,
.

Make that I may know

And throughly understand
What w aie to walk thou dost comm and ,

Then show
Will I thy won d ers all .

Very woe and greif

My so ule doe m elt and fry ;
Revive m e Lord an d send m e thy
,

Relief ,

An d lett on me thy com fort fall .

P SAL M 1 19 27 9

From the lye rs tra c e ,

From fals h oods wreathed w ay ,

0 save m e Lord and gra un t I may

,

E mbra c e
The law thou dost c ommend .

For th e path ay right ,

Where truth uni ained goes ,

M y tongue t o tread hath gladly chose

M y sight
Thy judgmente s doth as guides attend, , .

Sin ce therefore O Lord , ,

Still did I s till I doe

,

S o neerly dee rly c leave unt o

,

Thy w ord :
All shame from m e avert .

Th en loe loe then I

,

Will tread ye a running tread

,

The tra ce whi ch thy c ommandements lead

Free grac e hath fully freed my hart .

E x plaine , O Lord the w ay to m e

, ,

That thy divine edi cts enfold

And I to end will runne it right .

0 make my blinded eyes to see ,

An d I thy law will hold : yea hold

Th y law with all my hartes delight .

0 be my guide 0 guide m e soe

, ,

I thy c ommandments path may pa ce

Wh erein to walk my hart is faine .

O bend it then to thi ngs that sho w

True wittnes s of thy might and grace ,

And not to hungry thirst o f gain e .

Avert mine eye it may not vie w

,

O f vanity the falsed face

And strength m y t readi ngs in thy trade .
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Lett doings prove thy s ayings true

T o him that hol d s thy servants place ,

And thee his awe hi s feare hath m a d e

, .

Thou then m y feare rem ove the feare

,

O i comm ing bla m e fro m care full m e ,

For gratious are thy judgmente s s till

B ehol d to m e thy precepts deare
, ,

Most cleare and m ost delightful be

,

0 lett thy justice aid my will .

Franckly poure O Lord on m e

Saving grace to sett m e free :
That supported I m ay see
, ,

Promise truly kept by thee .

That to them who me defam e ,

Roundly I m ay answ ere fram e

Who because thy word and nam e
Are m y tru st th us s e eke m y s ham e
, .

Thy true word 0 do not make

Utterly my mouth forsake
Since I thus still waiting wa ke ,

When thou wilt just vengaunce take .

Then loe I thy d octrine pure ,

Sure I hold will hold more sure

,

N ought fro m it shall m e alure ,

All the ti m e m y tim e shall dure .

Then as brought to widest way

From restraint of straitest stay ,

All their t hi ncking night an d day

O n thy law my th o u gh t e s shall lay .

Yea then unto any kin g

Wit tnes s e will I any thi ng ,

That fro m thee can W itt ne s s e bring

In my face no blush shall spring .
 P SALM 1 19

Taught by thee observing w ell

, ,

To thy rule I frame my rac e .

Least upon de laie s I dw ell

B ut to ke e pe contend with speed
,

What to m e thy precepts tell .

B y lewd r obbers brought to need ,

From m y losses of thy lawes

,

N ever did neglect pro ceed .

Midnights watch thy praises caus e ,

Whi le that m e from bed and rest

Thought of thy just judgments draw e s .

F elows h ip and frends h ipps hest ,

With thy fearers all I hold ,

Such as hold thy biddings best .

Lord the earth can s carce enfold ,

What thou dost benignly give

Let m e then by thee be told
In thy learning how to live .

In all kindness thou O Lord

, , ,

Hast to m e perform d thy word

’

This now resteth that I learne

From thy skill a s killfull tast ,

Good from evill to discerne ,

O n th y lawes whose tr ust is pla c t

’
.

Yet unhumbled I di d stray

N ow I will thy w ords obay .

Thou that art soe highly good

N ot hing can thy goodness reach ,

Thou where floweth bounties flo od

Willi ng m e thy statutes teach .

What if proud men on e lie ? m

I will on thy lawes rely .

W allow they in their delights ,

Fatt in b o dy fatt in mind :

,

I the pleasures of my s prigh tes

Will unto thy doctrine bind .
P S ALM 1 19 28 3

N ow I fi nd the good of w oe ,

H ow th y hests it makes m e know

O f whose m outh the le ct ur e s true ,

Are alone all wealth to m e

Millions then and Mines a due
, ,

Gold and silver drosse you b e .

Knit t and conformed by thy hand

Hath been ev ry part of m e :
’

Th en make m e we ll to understand ,

C onceiving all thou dost c ommand

Tha t when m e thy fearers see ,

They for m e may justly joy :

Seeing what I lo ok t from thee
’

In thy word I now enjo y .

0 Lord thy judgmente s just I know ;

,

W hen thy s curges s curge d m e ,

Thou in that doing nought didst show

, ,

That might thy promise overthrow .

Let m e then thy comfort see

Kindly s ent as thou ha st said
Bring thy mercies life fro m thee
O n thy lawes m y joyes are laid .

Let blame and shame the proud betide

Pals ly who subverted m e :
Whose meditations shall not slide ,

B ut fast in thy c ommandments bide .

S o shall I thy fearers see

O n m y p art who kno w thy will
Whi le I purely worshipp thee ,

Blott nor blus h m y fac e s h all fill .

L oo king and longing for deliveran ce

Upon thy p romise migh tles s e is my mind
, ,
2 84 PSAL M
myne eyes whi ch often I advaunc e
S igh tle s se ,

Unto thy word ,

Thus praying : when 0 Lord , ,

When will it be I s hall thy com fort find?

I like a s moked bott le am become
And yet the wine o f th y c o m mandments hold .

Ay me ! when s h all I see the t ot all summe

O f all my woes ?
When wilt thou on my toe s
M ake wronged m e thy ] us t reveng behold? .

Their p ride h ath digged pitts m e to ens nare ,

Whi ch with thy teachings how doth it agree ? ,

True or more truly Truth thy p rece p ts are :

,

B y fals h oo d th ey
Would make of m e their pray
L et truth 0 Lord from falsh ood res cue me
, ,
.

N igh quite c onsum d by them on earth I ly

’

Yet from thy s tatutes never did I s werve .

L o rd of thy g o odne s s qui cken me and I

, ,

Will s till p urs u e

Thy te s timoni e s tru e ,

And all the biddings of thy lipps observe .

Most p lainly L ord the frame o f sky

, ,

Doth s how thy word de cayeth never ;

And c ons tant s tay of earth des cry
Thy word that s taid it s taieth ever
, , .

F or by thy lawe s the y ho ld their s tandin gs ,

Ye a all thin gs d o thy s ervi ce try :

.

B ut that I j oy d in thy commandings

’

I had my s elf be ne sure to dye .

Thy word that hath revived m e

I will retaine forget ting never
,

Le tt me thine owne b e s av d b y the e

’

, ,

Whose statute s are my s t udie s ever .

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Th e heavy w eigh te s of greif oppresse me sore

Lord raise m e by thy word
, ,

As thou to me didst promise heretofore .

And this unf orce d praise ,

I for an offring brin g a cce pt O Lord , ,

And s how t o m e thy w aies .

What if my life ly naked in my hand ,

To ev ry chaun c e ex pos d l
’ ’

Should I forgett what th ou dost m e c ommand ?

No n o I will not s tray
, ,

From thy edicts th ough round ab o ut enclos d ’

With snares the wicked lay .

Th y testimoni es as mine heritage , ,

I have retained still

And unto them my hartes delight engage ;
My hart whi c h still doth bend ,

And only bend t o do what thou dost will

, ,

And doe it to the end , .

Pe o ple that incons tant be ,

C onstant hatred have fro m m e

B ut thy do ct rine ch angele s s e ever
Holds my love that changeth never .

For thou th e closett where I hide

,

The s hield whereby I safe abide :

My confi dence expe c ts thy p romise just .

Henc e away you cursed crue

, ,

Gett you gone that rid from you ,

I at better ease and leis ur e ,

Maie performe my G ods good pleasure

O Lord as thou thy word didst give
, ,

S us t aine m e soe that I may li ve ,

N or make m e blush as frustrate o f my trust , .

Be my Piller be my stay , ,

Safe th en I shall swerve no way

All my witt and understanding
Shall the n work on thy commanding ,
P SALM 1 19 28 7

F or un der foote thou tre ads t the m all ,

Who swerving from thy prec ept es fall

And vainly in their guile and tre a son trus t .

Yea the wick ed sort by thee

All as drosse abje ct ed b e z
Therefore what thy proof appro v eth ,

That my love entirely loveth .

And such regard o f thee I m a ke ,

F or feare of thee m y flesh doth quake

And o f thy lawes t hy lawes severely just
,
.

Q
Q uitt and cleere from d oing wrong ,

0 lett m e not b etra ie d be

Unto them who ever strong
,

Doe wrongly s e eke to m ine m e .

N ay my Lor d
, ,

Baile thy ser vant on thy word

And lett not these that soare too high
B y my low stoope yet higher fly .

E ye doth faile while I not faile

W ith eye th y s a fety to pursue
Looking when will once prevaile ,

And take etie c t thy promise t rue

, .

All I crave ,

I at mercies hand would have

And from thy wis dome whi ch I pray ,

May cause m e know thy law and w ay .

Since thy servant still I stay ,

My understanding Lord enlight , ,

S o enligh t it that I may

Thy ordinaunc es know aright .

Now 0 now
,

Tim e requires 0 Lord that thou

, ,

Thy lawes d efence shoul d st un d erta k e

For now thy law they sorely shake .

Hope whereof m akes that m ore deere

I thy e dicts and statutes hold ,
28 8 PSALM 1 19

Than if gold to m e they were ,

Yea than they w ere the purest gold

Makes that right
Are thy prece p ts in my sight
Make s that I hate e ach l ying w ay ,

That from th eir truth may ca use me ,

Right w onderfull thy t estimonies be ;

My hart t o keepe them I therefore bend , ,
.

Their very threshold gives men light ,

And give s men s ight ,

That light to see :

Ye a ev n to babes dot h un derstanding lend
’

Op ening my mouth : I dranok a greedy draught ,

And di d on them my whole pleasure p la c e .

Loc ke then 0 Lord and pitt y me

, ,

As erst I see
O rdain d and taught
’

B y thee for them whose hartes thy n ame

,

Of all my goings make thy word the guide ,

Nor lett inju s ti c e upon m e raigne

From them that false a c cusers be
Lord sett m e free :
,

Soe never slide

Shall I from what thy statutes do ordayne .

S hi ne on thy servant with thy faces beame s ,

And thoroughly m e thy c ommandments teac h ;

From fountaine s o f wh ose watry eyes
Doe wellin g rise
O i teares huge s tre ame s ,

Viewing ea ch where thy doctrines daily breac h .

Sure Lord thy self art just

, , ,

What rightly bid th ou dost ,

29 0 PSAL M 1 19

A s for th e doctrine of thy law

They farre from it them selves withdraw .

That Lord thou seest and this I s ee

, ,

Thou ev ry where ’

To m e art nee re ,

F or true na y truth thy precepts b e

, , .

N ow though not now firs t I kno w

, , ,

For I knew it long ago

That firmly founded once by thee
Th y ordinan ce no end c an see .

View how I am distressed ,

And lett m e be released :

F or looke what m e thy w ord hath bidden
O ut o f my mind hath never slidden .

Then be my c auses de emer

B e tho u my soules redeemer
And as good hope thy word doth give m e ,

Le t t wi th good help thy w orke relieve m e .

Where wic kednes s e is loved ,

There hea lth is farre removed .

F or sin ce thy sole edicts cont aine it ,

Wh o ser ch not them h ow can they gaine ,

Thy merc ie s are so many ,

Their number is not any :

Th en as thou usest Lord to use me , , ,

Revive m e now and not refuse me , .

Exc eeding is their number

That m e pur sue and cumber
Yet what thy W ittnes s e hath define d ,

From that my stepps have not declined .

I s aw and grieved seeing

,

Their w aie s who wayward b eel ng

, ,

With guilefull st ubbo rness with st anded

What by thy spe e ches was c ommanded .
P S ALM 1 19 29 1 1

Since therefore plaine is prove d

That I thy lawes have love d :
L o o ke Lorde and here thy boun ty showing
,

Restore my li fe now feeble growing .

This in thy doctrine raigneth

It nought but truth containeth
Thi s in thy Justice brightly shineth ,

Thy just e dic te s no d ate define th .

W
Wrong d I was by men of might
’

H ottly c h as d and hard a ssa ile d :

’

Little they m y hart to fright ,

But 0 much th y words prevailed

, ,

W ords to m e of m ore delight ,

Than rich booty wonne by fi gh t .

Fraud d oe I with hate detest ,

But with love embrace thy learnings ,

S e av n tim e s daily ere I rest

’

Sing thy do ome s and right dis c ernings .

Who m who love with peace are

,

Plenteous peace without unrest .

Doing what thy precepts will

I thy help have long expected
My soule by thy d octrine still ,

Loved most is m ost directed

, .

Thy edicts m y de e de s fullfi ll

W ho s urvais t my goo d and ill .

m e this fa v our Lord

Ye eld , ,

My plaint m ay presse into thy sight ,

A nd m a k e m e understand arigh t
According to thy word .
29 2 P S ALM 1 19

to sight I say
A dmit t
The praier that to thee I send ,

An d unto m e th y help exten d ,

Who on thy promise stay .

Then fro m m y lipps shall flow

A holy hymn of praise to thee :
When I thy s choler taught sh alb e
, ,

By thee thy lawes to kno w .

Th en shall my tongue declare

And te a ch againe what thou hast taught
All whose dec rees to triall brought
Most just nay justice are
, .

then reach out thy hand

0 ,

And yeeld me aid I justly crave ,

Since all things I forsaken have ,

And chosen thy command .

I lo oke I long 0 Lord

, , ,

To see at length thy saving grace

And only doe my gladdne ss place ,

In thy glad making word -

.

I know my soule shall live ,

And living thee due honor yeeld

, ,

I know thy law shall be my shi eld ,

And m e all succ our give

As s heep from shepherd gone
S o wander I : O s eeke thy sheep ,

Who soe in mind thy precepts keep ,

That I forgett not one .

LINE ( G ) 1 G rave : impre s s e d de eply .

LINE ( I ) 23 adue : Farew ell .

LIN E ( T ) 1 3 prevent : anticipate .

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PS AL M 121 L E VA VI O C ULO S

What? and doe I behold the lovely m ount aine s ,

Whence co m es all my relie fe m y aid my c o m fort?

, ,

0 there 0 there abides the worlds C reator

, ,

Whenc e comes all my re liefe m y aid my com fort

, , .

March march lustily on redoubt no falling

, ,

God shall guide thy goings : the Lord thy keeper

S le e pe s not s leepe s not a whit no s lee pe no sl um ber
, ,

O nce s hall enter in I s raells true k eeper .

But wh ome nam ed I Is rae lls true keeper?

10 Wh ome ? but only Jehova whose true keeping
:

Thy saving shadow is : not ever absent

When present perill his re lie fe requireth .

March then boldly by day no sunne shall hurt thee

,

With beam es too Violently right re flec t e d .

Feare no jorny by night the M o ony vapors

:

Shall not cast any mist to bree d thy grevaun ce .

Nay fro m ev ry mish app fro m ev ry m is chief

’

,
’

Safe thou shalt by Jeho vas han d be garded

Safe in all thy gomgs m all thy co mmings
, ,

20 Now th ou shalt by his han d yea still be guard ed

, .
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PS AL M 122 LAE TA TU S S UM

O fam e most joyful ]! 0 joy most lovly de ligh tfulll

Loe I do heare C o d ds temple as erst soe againe be
, , ,

[ fre quented ,

And we within thy p orche s againe glad wonted abiding -

,

Lovly Salem s h all find : th ou C itty rebuilt as a C itty ,

Late dispe rs t but now united in abs o lute order

, .

N ow there s h alb e the place for Gods holy p eople

[ app ointed
First to behold h is ple dg then sing alhnighty Je hova
,
.

N ow there s h alb e the seate where not t o be j us ti c ed only

,

Al l shall freely resort whom s trife hate injur y vex e th :

, ,

But where Davids house and ofs pring h eav nly beloved ,
’

Shall bo th Judges sitt and raigne Kings th roned in honor .

Pray then pea ce to Salem : to her fre nds all hap py

[ p ro c eedin g ,

Wis h to her w alls all rest to her fortes all bless ed

,

[ aboundance .

This with cause I doe pray sin ce from these b lisses a

,

[ blessin g
My brother and kinsman my fri end and c ontry deriveth ;
,

Thi s I doe wish and more if more good rest to be

,

[ wished ,

S ince our God here builds h im an howse allmigh t y ,

[ Iehova .
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PS AL M L E VA VI ME OS

Unto thee oppressed thou greate com

, mander o f heaven
H eav nly good at t e ndm g lift I my ea rthy seeing
’

Right as a waiters eye on a graceful master is holden ;

As the look o f w aitre s s e fix d on a lady lieth
’

Soe with erected face , untill by thy mercy relieved ,

O Lord expe cting begg we thy frendly favour

, , .

Scorn of prou d scorners reproac h of mighty reproch ers

, ,

O ur s prl gh t s cleane ruined fi lls with an inly dolor

, .

Then frend u s f avo ur u s Lord then with mercy relieve

, ,
298

PS AL M 125 C O N FIDUN T

As Sion stan d eth very firmly stedfast ,

Never on c e s haking : soe on high Jehova

, ,

Who his ho pe b uildeth very firmly stedfast

,

As Salem braveth with her hilly b ullwarkes

Roundly e nforte d : s oe the greate Jehova
C los eth his servantes as a hilly bullw ark
,

E ver abiding ;

Though Tirantes hard yo k e with a heavy pressure

10 Wrin g the just shoulders : but a while it holdeth
Lest the best minded by too hard abusing
B end to abuses .

As to the well workers soe the right b e le evers ;

-
,

Lord favour further ; but a vaine deceiver ,

Whose wryed footing not aright dire cted

Wandreth in error ,

Lord h ym abjected set among the nu mber

, ,

Whose d oings lawless stu d y bent to misc h ie fe

,

Mischief ex pe c te th : but upon thy chosen

Peace be for ever .
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PS AL M 126 IN C O N VE R TEN DO

When long absent from lovly Sion

B y the Lord s condu c t home w e re t urned ,

We our s ences s cars ly b e leeving

Thought meere vis ions moved our f ancy .

Th en in our merry mouthes laughter a bounded ,

To ngues with gladdn es s lowdly resounded

While th us w ondring Nations whi spered :
God with th em most roially dealeth .

M o st true : with us thou roially dealest ,

Woe is exp ired s orow is vani shed :

,

N ow Lord to finis h throughly thy working

,

B ring to Jerusalem all that are exiles .

B ring to Jerusalem all that are e xile s ,

S o by thy com fort newly refreshed

As when s outhern s un n burnt regions
-

B e b y cold f ount aine s freshly relieved .

O ft to the p l owman soe good happ h apneth ,

What with teares to the ground he bequeathed

, , ,

Season o f harvest timely ret orning ,

H e be fore w ofull jo yf ully reapeth

, , .

Wh y to us may not as h apply hap p en

T o s ow our bus ine s s e wofully weeping
,

Yet when bus ine s s e grow e s to due ripenes s ,

To see our b us ines s e joyfully reap ed?

3 0 0

DO M IN U S

The house Jehova builds not ,

The towne Jehova guards not ,

We vainly watch to guard it .

N o use of early rising

As us ele s s e is thy watching
N ot aught at all it h elpe s thee

As unto w eary s enc e s

A s leepie rest unasked

From him to his beloved .

By choise by chaun c e by nature ;

, ,

They are they are Jehovas

,

Rew arde s from him rewarding .

The multitude of infantes

A good man holdes re s embleth
,

Hys happiness trium peth

Who beares a quiver o f them
Noe countenance of haters
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PS AL M 129 S AE PE E XPUG NAVE R UN T

O ft and ever from my youth ,

Soe now Israel may say :

,

Israel may s ay for truth ,

O fte and ever my decay

From m y youth their force hath so ught
Yet efi ect it never wrought .

Unto them my ba ck did yeeld

Pla ce and p aine ( 0 height of woe )
Where as in a plowed field ,

Long and de c pc did furrow e s goe .

B ut 0 just Jehova wh o
,

Hast their plow ropes cutt in two !

-

Tell m e you that Sion hate ,

What you th inck s hall be your end?

Terror s hall your minde s amate :
B lus h e and s hame your fa c es shend .

Mark the wh eat e on b o ws es topp :

Suc h your harvest s uch your cropp
, .

F illing neither reapers hand ,

Nor the binders inb ow d la pp

’
.

N ay who you s hall re ape or bind

C ommo n kindne s s e s hall not find .
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0

Such as travail by the way ,

Where as they their p aine s imploy

,

S hall not onc e salutin g say

,

G od s peed frende s God give you joy

,

H e in wh ome all blessing raignes

,

B lesse your s elves and blesse your paines

, .

amate : dismay .
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PS AL M 18 0 D E PRO F UN D I S

From depth o f grief

Wh ere droun d I ly ’

L ord fo r relie f

My earne s t vehement oryeng prayeng

, , , ,

Graunt quic k at tentive he aring waighin g

, , ,
.

0 L o rd , if
thou
Offenc es m ark ,

Who s hall not b ow

with thy justi ce mer cy dwelleth

But ,

Whereb y thy worsh ipp mo re excelleth .

On thee m y s oule
,

O n th e e O L o r d
,

D ependeth who l e ,

Though s ore with blott of s inne de fa c e d ,

Yet s ures t hope ha th firmly p lac ed .

The greedy e ye s my s oule erect eth ,

While Go ds true p r omi s e it exp ect eth .

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PS AL M D O M IN E ,

Looke h ow th e wamed bab e doth fare ,

0 did I n o t ? ye s s oe di d I
N one more for q uiett might c ompare
E v n w ith the babe that wain d d o th
’ ’

Heare then and learne 0 Ja c obs ra ce

, ,

S uch endle s s e trus t on G od to place .

5 wained: weaned .
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PS AL M 18 2 M E M EN TO DO M INE ,

Lord c a ll to m yud nay ke epe in minde

,

Thy David and thy Davids paines :

Who on c e by oth e and vow did bind
Himself to him who ay remayne s ,

That mighty one ,

Th at God in Jacob kn own .

My howse shall never harbor mee ,

Nor bedd alow my body res t ,

N or eyes o f s leepe the lodging bee ,

N or ey lidds s lendre s t slumbers nest

-

Until] I finde
A plott to p leas e my min d

I find I say my mind to please

, , ,

A plott wh erin I may e rre ct

A howse for him to dwell at ease ,

Who is a dor d with due respe ct

’

That mighty one

The God in Jacob known .

The plott thy David then did n am e ,

W e heard at E phrata it lay

We heard but bent to find the same
, ,

Were faine to s ee ke an other way

E v n to the fi elds
’

That woody fear ye e lds .

3 8
0 PSAL M 1 32

And yet not there but heere O heere

,

We find now settled what we sought

B efore the s t oole thy fe ete doth beare
N ow entrin g in w e e as w ee ought
, , ,

Adore thee will ,

And d uly wors hipp still .

Then enter L ord thy fix e d rest

, , ,

With Arke th e token o f thy strength ,

And let thy priests b e purely drest

In robes o f Jus tic e laied at length
Let them bee gla d
Thy gracefull blisse have had .

F or D avid o nc e thy servants s ake

,

D o e not our kings his s ee de reje ct

,

F or tho u t o him this othe did st make ’

Thi s endle s s othe : I will erect ,

And ho ld thy race

Enthron d in Roiall pla c e
’

N ay if thy ra c e my league observe ,

And ke epe the cov nants I sett down

’

Their ra ce againe I wi ll preserve

E ternally to wear thy Crown
N o le s se thy thr one
S h all ever bee their owne .

F or S yon whi ch I loved best ,

I chosen have noe s e ate of c hange

Heere h eere shall be e my endless rest ,

Heere will I dwe ll nor hence will range

,

Unto the place

I beare s uch love and gra c e .

Su ch gra ce and love that evermore

As blisse from gratious loving m e ,

Shall blesse her vittaile blesse her store

, ,

That ev n the poore who in her bee

’
3 1 0

PS AL M ‘

B ON UM

How good and how beseemin g well

,

Lik e that deere oile that Aron beares

, ,

To foote from crown

O r liketh e teares the morne doth s hedd ,

Which ly on gr oun d
Empe arle d ro und
O n Sion or on H ermons b edd .

F or j oin d therewith th e Lord doth give

’

Such gra c e s uch blisse

,

Th at wher e it is ,

M en may for ever bles s ed live .

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PS AL M E C C E N UN C

You that Jehovas servants are ,

Whose careful] watch whose w at c hfull care

, ,

Within hi s house are spent ;

Say thus with one assent

Jehovas name be praised .

Then let your bandes be raised

To holiest place ,

Where holiest gra ce

Doth ay
Rem aine
And say
A gaine ,
Jehovas name be praised .

Say last unto the company ,

Who t arrye ng m ake

Their leave to take
All blessings you accom pany ,

From h im in plen ty showered ,

Wh om Sion holds emb owered ,

Who h e av n and earth of nought hath raised

’

.
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1

PS AL M 18 5 L A UD A TE N O M EN

O praise the name whereby the Lord is kn own ,

Praise him I say you that his s ervants b e :

,

You whose atte ndan ce in his howse is shown ,

An d in the c ourtes be fore his howse w e s e e ,

Praise God right t earme d God for good is he

, ,

0 sweetly sing
Unto hi s na m e the sweetest sweetest th ing
, , .

For o f his goodness Jacob hath he chose ,

C hose Israel hi s own Do m ain to be

-

My tongue shall s peake for we ll my cons cienc e know e s

, ,

C reate is our God above all gods is h e ;

,

E a ch b ranch of whose in violate decree

B oth h e av ns doe ke epe
’

And earth and sea and s eas unbounded de epe

, ,

From whose ex treame s drawne up by his command

In flaky mists the reaking vapors rise :
,

Then hi gh in c loude s incorpo rate they stand

Last out o f cloude s raine flowes and lightnin g flies ; ,

N o les se a treasure in his storehouse lies

O i breathing blasts ,

Whi ch o ft drawn foort h in wind his pleas ure wastes .

He from best man t o most despised be ast

, ,

A e gipt s firs t borne in one ni gh t overthrew

And yet not so his dre adfull showes he c e as d ’

,
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PS AL M 186 C O N FI TE M I N I

O prais e the Lord where goodne ss dwells ,

For his kindness las t eth ever :

0 praise the God all gods ex c ells ,

F or his bounty endeth never .

Praise him that is of lords the Lord ,

For his kindne s s e last e th ever :

Who only wonders doth aff ord ,

F or his boun ty endeth neve r ;

Wh ose s killf ull art did vault the skies ,

F or his kindne s s e las t eth ever

M ade earth above the waters rise
F or his bounty endeth never

Wh o did the luminaries make ,

For hi s kindne s s e las teth ever

The Sunn of day the charge to take
, ,

F or his bounty endeth never ;

The Moone and Starrs in ni ght to rai gu ,

F or hi s kindne s s e las t eth ever :

Who E gipt s eldest born hath s layn ,

For his bounty endeth never ;

For hi s kindne s s e las te th ever

With m ighty hand and s trong defence ,

F or hi s bo unty en d eth never ;

iA L M 1 36 3 5
1

Who cutt in two the rus s h y sea ,

For his kindnes s e las t eth e ver

And made the middest Ja c obs w a y ,

For h is b o unty endeth never ;

Wh o Pharo and his Army droun d ’

F or hi s kin dnes s e las te th ever

An d led h is folk through dese rt ground ,

For his bount y endeth never ;

C reate kings in batt aile overthrew ,

For his kindne s s e las teth ever :

Ye a might y kings most might y slue
, ,

For his b o un ty endeth never ;

B oth Sehon kin g of Amorites ,

F o r hi s kindnes s e las te th ever

And O gg the king of Basanites ,

F or his bount y endeth never ;

F or herita ge their kingdoms gave ,

F or h is kindn es s las t eth ever :

His Is raell to hold and have ,

For h is bount y endeth never ;

Who minded us deje cte d low ,

F or his kindn e s s las t eth ever

And did us save from force o f foe ,

F or his bo unty endeth never ;

Who fills with foode ea ch feeding thin g ,

For hi s kindne s s e las t e th ever :

Praise God who is of h eav ns the king
’

F or his bounty endeth never .

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PS AL M S UPE R F L U M INA

N igh seated where the river flowes ,

That watreth B ab ells th anckfufl plaine ,

Which then our teares in pearled rowes

Did help to water with their raine ,

The thought o f Sion bred such woes ,

That though our harpes we did ret aine ,

Yet us ele s s e and untouched there

,

On willowe s only h ang d they w ere

’

N ow whi le our harpes were hanged s oe ,

The men whose captives then w e lay

D id on our grie fs insulting goe ,

And more to grieve us thus did say

,

You that of m usique make such s how ,

C o m e sing u s now a Sion la y .

0 no w e have nor voice nor hand

, ,

F or su ch a song in su ch a land
, .

Though farre I lye sw e ete Sion hill

, ,

In forraine s oile exil d from th ee

’

Yet let my hand forgett his skill ,

I f ever thou forgotten be

And lett my tongue fast glued still
Unto my roofe ly mute in m e
If thy neglect within m e spring ,

O r ought I do but Sale m sing

, .
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PS AL M 13 8 C O N FI TE B O R TIB I

’
Ev n before kings by thee as go ds commended ,

And angells all by who m thou art attended

, ,

In harty t un e s I will thy honor tell .

The pallace where th y holiness doth dw e ll

Shall be the place where falling down e before thee
, ,

With reveren ce meete I prostrate will adore thee .

T here will I sing how thou thy mercy sendest ,

And to thy promise due performance lendest ,

Whereby thy name above all names doth fly .

There will I sing how when my care ful] cry ,

Mounted to thee my c are was streight released

, ,

M y c ourage by thee mightily en creased .

S ure Lord a ll Kings that un derstan d the story

,

O f thy c ontra ct with m e nought but thy glory ,

And meanes s hall sing whereby that glory grew;

Whos e highly seated eye yet well doth view
With humbled look the soule that lowly lieth ,

And farr aloo fe asp iring thi ngs e s pieth

, , .

On ev ry s ide though tribulation greive m e

’

, ,

Yet s halt thou aid yet shalt thou still relieve m e

, ,

From angry foe thy s uccor shall m e save .

Thou Lord s halt finis h wha t in hand I have

Thou Lord I say whose mer cy las teth ever
, , ,

Thy work begun s hall leave unended never

, .
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PS AL M 139 DO M INE ,
PR O BA S TI

O Lord in me there lieth nought ,

B ut to thy search revealed lies

For when I s itt
Thou markes t 1t
N o lesse thou note s t when I rise
Yea c losest c los et t o f my thought
Hath open windowes to thine e ye s .

Th ou walkest with m e when I walk ,

Wh en to m y bed for re s t I go ,

I find thee there ,

And ev ry w here
’

Not yonge s t thought in m e doth grow ,

N 0 not one word I cast to talk ,

B ut yet unutt re d thou dost know

’
.

I f forth I march thou goest before

'

, ,

If back I to m e th ou com s t behind

’

Soe foorth n o r ba ck
Thy guard I lack ,

N a y on me too thy hand I fin d

, .

Well I thy wisdom may adore ,

B ut never rea ch with earthy mind .

To s thy notice leave thi ne

hunn ,
e y,

O whi ther might I ta k e my w a y?

To starry spheare ?
Thy throne is there .
3 20 PSAL M
T0 dead mens undelightsome stay?
There is thy walk and there to ly
,

Unknown in vain I should assay

, .

0 Sun wh ome light nor fli ght c an match

, ,

Sup p ose thy ligh tq fligh tf ull wings

Thou le nd to me ,

And I c ould fle e
As farr as thee the ev ning brings ’

E v n le dd to West he wo ul d m e c atch
’

N or s hould I lurk with western thi ngs .

D oe th ou thy best ecret night

,
0 s ,

In s able vaile to c over me :

Thy s able vaile
S hall vainly faile
With day unmask d my night shall ’

F or night is day and darkness light

, ,

0 f ath er of all lights to thee , .

E a ch inmost p ee ce in m e is thine
While yet I in my mother dwelt ,

All th at m e c ladd
F rom thee I hadd .

Thou in my frame hast s trangly delt

N e e de s in my p raise thy worke s must s hine
S o inly them my thought s h ave felt .

Th ou h ow my back w as b eam wise laid

,
- -
,

And raftring o f my ribb s dost kno w : ,

Know s t ev ry po int
’ ’

O f b o n e and joynt ,

H ow to this whole th es e p artes did gro w ,

In brave emb rod ry f aire araid

’

Though wrought in shop p both dark and

N ay fashionless ere forme I tooke

, ,

Thy all and more beholding ey

My s h ape le s s e shape
C ould not es c a p e :
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PS AL M 140 B R IFE M E DO M INE ,

Prote ct m e Lord preserve m e s ett m e free

, ,

From men that be soe vile s oe violent : ,

In whose entent both force and fraud doth lurk

My bane to work : whose tongues are sharp er thin
Th an Adders stings : whose rusty lip ps enclose
A po ison s b oorde such in the Aspick growes
, .

Save I sa y Lord p rotect m e sett m e free

, , ,

From th es e th at be so vile so V iolent : ,

Whose thoughts are spent in thinking h ow they m

My s te pp s b etray : h ow nett o f fowle mis shap e
M ay m e entrapp : h ow hidd in t raitor grasse
Their c onni ng c ord may catch m e as I p as se .

B ut this , 0 Lord I hold : my God art th ou

,

Tho u e are wilt bowe what time thy aid I pray

, ,

In th ee my s tay Jehova : thou dost arme

,

A gainst all harme and guard my head in fie ld

, .

0 the n to ye eld these wi cked th eir de s ir e

D o not a cc ord for still they will a s p 1re
, .

B ut yeeld O Lord th at e V n the head o f th ose

,
’

Th at me en close of this their ho tt purs ute

,

May taste the frut e : with deadly yenome s tun g

O f th eir owne tongue loe loe I s e e they s h all :
, , ,

Yea c oales shall fall yea flames shall fling them low
, ,

Ay unres t or d to drown in deepe s t wo

’
.
,
iA L M 140 2
3 3

For liers Lord shall never firmly stand

, ,

And from the land who violently live

Mischief shall drive : but w ell I kn ow th e p o ore
Thou wilt restore : restore th afilic ted wight
’

That in thy s ight the just may h ows e s frame ,

And gla d record the honor of thy n am e .

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2

PS AL M 14 1 DO M INE C LAM AVI ,

To thee Iehova thee I lift my oryong vo i ce

, ,

0 banis h all delay and lett my plaintf ull noi s e

, ,

- —
B y thy quic k hearing e are be c are fully respected .

As s weete p erfum e to s kie s lett wh at I pray a s c end :

L ett the s e u p lifted hands whi ch prayeng I e xte nd
, , ,

A s ev nin g s acrifi ce be unt o thee dire ct ed

’

Ward we ll my wo rds 0 Lord fo r that it is I p ray )

, ,

A watchfull Sentin el] at m y mouth e s p as s age l a y ,

A t wic ke tt of m y li pp s s tand ay a faithq p orter ;

10 I nc line me n o t t o ill nor lett me loos ly goe
,

A m ate in wo rk with s u ch when ce n o good work,

And in their flattring baites lett ,

me be no c ons

B ut lett th e go o d man wound m o s t w e ll I s hall it t

-
,

Ye a price of hi s reb ukes as deeres t ba lme s h all make ,

Yea more sha ll fo r him pra y th e more his w ord s ,

And as th e s e when o nc e th e leaders of their

for ,

By thee be br ought to sto op e m y wo rde s most ,

S hall in th e res t so w orke th at s oon they s hall

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PS AL M 142 M E A AD DO M IN U M

M y voi ce to thee it s elf ex treamly s trayning ,

C rie s p raying Lord a gaine it c ryeng praieth

, ,

B efo re thy fa c e th e cause o f m y complayning ,

B efore thy fa c e my c as es mapp it laieth

Wherein my s oule is p ainted
In doubtful] w a y a stranger
B ut Lord th o u art ac quainted
, , ,

And know s t ea ch path where s tick the toile s o f danger

, .

For me mine ey to ev ry coast dire cted

,
’

Lights n o t on one th at will s oe mu ch as know me

M y lif e by all negle cted ,

E v n hope o f help is no w quite perish d from me

’ ’
.

Then with good cause to thee my s piritt flieth ,

F lieth and saith : O Lord my s af e abiding

,

Abides in th ee : in thee all only lieth -

L ott o f my life an d plott of my residing

,
.

Alas then yeeld me hearing

, ,

For wearing woe s have s pent m e

And save m e from their tearing ,

Who hunt me hard and daily worse torment m e

, .

0 c hange my state un thrall m y soule enthralled :

,

O f my e s c a p e then will I tell th e s tory :

An d with a crown enwalled
O f godly men will glory in th y glory
, .
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PS AL M 148 DO M INE E XA UD I ,

Heare m y entrea t y Lord the suite I send

, , ,

With hee d attend ,

And as m y hope and trus t is

Repose d whole in thee
S o in thy truth and justi c e
Ye e ld audience to m e .

And make not least beginning

To judge thy servants sinning :
For Lord what living W ight
Lives s ynnle s s e in thy sight?

0 rather look with ruth upon m y woes ,

Who m ruth le s s e foes

W ith long purs ut e have chased ,

An d chased at length have cought

, , ,

And cought in to m b have placed

, ,

With dea d m en out of thought .

A y m e ! what now is left m e ?

Alas ! all kn ow le dg reft m e ,

All courage faintly fle dd ,

I have nor hart nor h e dd

, .

The best I can is this nay thi s is all

,

That I c an c all
Before m y thoughts surveying ,

Tym e s evi d ences ol d ,

All dee de s with comfort w aighi ng ,

That thy han d writ yng hold

-
.
3 28 P SALM 1 43

Soe hand and hart conspiring

I li ft no lesse desiring
,

Thy grac e I may ob tayne ,

Then drought desireth raine .

L eave then delay and let hi s cry prevaile

, ,

Whom for ce doth f aile

N or lett thy fa ce be hidden
From one who may compare
,

With them whose death hath bidden

A diew to life and car e .

M y hope let mercies morrow

,

S o one chase my ni ght of sorrow .

My help appoint my wa y
, ,

I may not wandring stray .

M y cave my clos ett where I wont to hi de

, ,

In troublous tyde
N ow fr o m these troubles save me ,

And since my God t hou art ,

Pres cribe h ow thou wouldst h ave m e

Performe my duties part .

And le st awry I wander ,

In walking this Meander ,

B e th y right s p rite m y guide ,

To guard I go not wide .

Thy h onor justice mer cy crave o f thee

, ,

O Lord th at me ,

Reviv d th o u shouldst deliver

’

From p ressure o f my woes ,

And in destruct ions river

E ngulp h and sw allo w those ,

Whose hate thus make s in anguish ,

My soul e afilic te d languish :

For meete it is so kind
Thy servant should thee find .

M eander: winding r
c ou s e .
33 0 P S AL M 144

Th y h e av nly
’
helpe e xtend
And lif t m e from this flood
Let mee thy hand defend
From hand o f forraine brood ,

Whose mouth no mouth at all ,

But forge of false entent ,

Wh ert o their hand doth fa ll

A s a p test instrument .

Then in new song to thee

Will I exalt my voice :
Then sha ll O G od with mee
, ,

My tenn s tring d Lute rejoyoe

— ’
.

Rej oyce in him I say , ,

Who roiall right preserve s

And saves from swords decay
His David that him serves .

0 Lord thy help extend

, ,

And lift mee from this flood

Lett mee thy hand de fend
From hand o f torrain b roo d
Whose mouth no mouth at all
B ut forge o f f alse entent ,

Whereto their hand doth fall

A s ap test instrument .

Soe then our s onnes shall grow

‘

A s plant s o f timely spring ;

Wh om s o one to fairest show
Their happy growth doth brin g .

As pillers both doe beare

And garnish kingly hall
O ur daughters straight and faire ,

E ach howse embellish s hall .

O ur store shall ay bee full ,

Yea shall such fullness finde

Th ough all from thence w e e pull ,

Yet m ore shall rest behind .

PSALM 1 44 33 1

The millions o f encrease

Shall bre ake the wonted fold
Ye a such the sheepy presse ,

The s treet e s s ha ll s cantly hold .

O ur heards shall brave t h e best

Abroad nofoes alarme
At home to b rea ke our rest ,

No cry the voi c e of harm e

, .

If blessed t e arme I may

O n whom su ch blessings f all
Then blessed blessed they
Their God Jehovah c all .
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PS AL M 145 E XA L TA B O TE

My God my king to lift thy praise

, ,

And th anc k thy most thank worthy name -

I will not end but all my daie s

,

W ill spend in seeking h ow to frame

Recordes of thy deserved fam e
Whose praise past praise whose greatness such
-
, ,

The greatest s earch can never touch .

N ot in one age thy works shall dy ,

B ut elder eft to yonger tell

Tb y prais e full powre : among them I
Thy exc ellencies all excell
Will muse and marke : my thoughts dwell
Upon the wonders wrought by thee ,

Which wrought beyond all wonder be .

B oth they and I will tell and sing

How forcef ull th ou and fe arefull art
,

Yea both will willing wittnes s bring ,

An d unto c omming tym es im part

Thy greatness goodness just desert
, ,

Th at all wh o are or are to b e

, ,

This hymn e with joy shall sing to thee .

Jehova doth with m ildness flow ,

And full o f mercy standeth he

C reate doubt if he to wrath more slow ,

O r unto pa rdon prompter b e ,

F or nought is from hi s bounty free

3 34 P S ALM 14 5

He will his lo v ers all preserve

H e will the wicked a ll destroy .

To praise him then as these deserve ,

0 then m y m outh thy m ight e m ploy

Nay all that breathe recor d e with joy ,

His sacred nam es e t ernall praise ,

While race you runne of breathing daie s .

LINE 3 1 wh o : i e
. .
, th y
e wh o .
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PS AL M 146 L A UD A A NI M A M E A

Upp up my soule advaunc e Jehovas p raise

, , ,

His only praise : for fix ed is in me

To praise Jehova all my living daies
And sing my God untyll I cease to b e , .

0 lett not th is de cree

A fond conce ite de fa ce ,

That trus t thou maist in e arthy p rin ce s

Th at any sonne of man
C an thee preserve for not him s elf h e c an
,
.

His strength is none : if any in hi s breath

Whi ch vapor d foo rt h to mother earth he goe s
,
’

N ay more in his his thoughts all find their death

, ,
.

But blessed h e who for his su c cour know es

,

Th e God tha t Ja c ob c hose

Wh ose rightly level d h ope ’

His God Jehova makes h is only s co pe ,

S o strong he built the s kie s ,

The fe eldes the waves and all that in them

, ,

He endless true doth y eeld the wronged right

, , ,

The hungry fee des and setts the fett re d free,

’

The lame to limbs the blind restores to sight

, ,

Loveth th e just protects who stran gers b e

, .

The widow es p iller h e ,

H e or p ha ns doth su ppo rt
B ut heavy lies upon th e godle s s e sort .

H e everlas ting raigne s ,

Syon thy G od from age to age remaines

, .
 PS AL M 14 7 LA UD A TE DO M IN U M

Sing to the Lord for what can b etter b e

, ,

Than of our God that we the h onor sing?

With seemly pleasure what can more agree ,

Than prais efull voi c e an d touch of tuned string?

,

F or 10 the Lord againe to forme doth bring

,

Jerusalems long rui nated walls

And Jacobs house whi ch all the earth did see
,

Dispersed erst to union now recalls

, .

An d now by h im their broken hearts m a d e s ound ,

And now by him their bleeding wounds are bound .

For what coul d not who can the number tell

,

O i starrs the torches of his h e av nly hall ?

’

And tell so readily he knoweth w ell

,

H ow ev ry starre by proper name to c all

’

W hat greate to him whose greatn ess d oth not fall

,

Within precincts ? whose p owre no lym its stay?

W hose knowledges a ll number soe excell ,

N o t numbring number can their nu m ber lay?

E asy to him to lift the lowly just ;
E a sy to down proud wicked to the dust .

0 then Jehovas c aus efull honor sing ,

His whom our God we b y his goodness find

,

0 ma k e harm onious mix of voice an d string

To him by who m th e s kies with c lou des are lin d
,
’

B y whom the rayne fro m c lo udes to dro pp a s s ign d

’

Supples the c lodds of som mer scorche d fie lds -

,

Fre s h eth the m ount aine s with such ne e defull spring ,

Fuell of life to mount aine c att aile yee lde s ,

33 8

PS AL M 148 LA UD A TE DO M IN U M

Inhabitants of h e av nly land’

As loving s ub je c te s praise your king

You that among them highest stand ,

In highest notes Jehova sing .

Sing Angells all on carefull wing

, ,

You that his heralds fly ,

An d you whom he doth soldiers bring

In feild hi s force to try .

0 praise him Sunne the sea of light

, ,

0 pra ise him Moone the light of sea ,

You pre aty starrs in robe of night ,

As spangles tw inckling do as they .

Thou spheare within whose bosom play

The rest that earth em b all :
You waters b anc k d w ith starry bay
’

0 praise O praise him all

, .

All these I say a dvaun ce that nam e ,

Th at doth e t ernall b e e ing show

W ho bi dd ing into form e an d fra m e
, ,

Not b e eing yet they all di d grow

,
.

All form ed fra m ed foun d ed s o

, , ,

Till ages ut tmo s t date

They place re taine they or d er know
, ,

They kee pe their firs t estate .

PSAL M 148 339 1

When h e av n hath prais d praise earth anew

’ ’

You Dragon s firs t her deepe st guests , ,

Th en s oundles s e de epes and what in you ,

Residing low o r m o ves or rests ;

, ,

Yo u flame s a ffrighting mort all brests

Yo u s tones that c loudes do cast ,

You feath ery s nowe s from wynters nests ,

You va pors s unne s ap p ast

, .

You boistero us windes whose breath f ullfi lls ,

What in his w ord his will setts down,

Ambitious mountaine s curteous hills : ,

You trees th at hills and moun taines crown

B oth you th at proud o f native gow n
Stand fres h and tall to see :
And you that have your more renown ,

By what y o u beare than b e , .

You b e as t e sin w oo de s unt am d th at range ’

You that with men famillier go z

You th at your pla c e by creeping change ,

O r a iry s tre ame s with feathers row ;

You s tately kings you s ubjects low ,

You Lordes and Judges all :

You oth ers who s e distin ctions show ,

How sex or age may fall ;

All these I say advaunce th at name

,

More high th an skies m ore low than gro und ,

And s ince advaunced by th e same

, ,

You Jacobs sonne s stand ch e efly bound

You Ja c obs sonnes be c h eefe to sound
Your God Jeh o vas praise :
S o fi tt s them w e ll on whom is found ,

Such blisse he on you laies .

LINE 32 a ast :
pp foo d repast
, .
34 0

PS AL M 149 C A N TA TE DO M IN O

In an earst unused song

To Jehova lif t your voices
M ake his favourites among
Sound his p raise with c h e erefull noises .

Ja co b thou with joy relate

,

Him that hath refram d thy state

’

Sonne s whom Sion e nt ertaineth

B oast in him who on you raigne th .

Play on harp on tabret p lay

, ,

D aunc e Jehova publique daunce s

He their state that on him stay ,

Most afflict ed most a dvaun ces

, .

0 h ow gl ad his s ainc t s I see !

E v n in bed how gla d they b e !
’

H e av nly hym nes with throat unfolding

’

Swordes in hand twice edged holding

— .

Plague and chastise that they may

Nations su ch as erst them pained ,

Yea their kings in fetters l ay ;

, ,

Lay their N obles fast en chained ,

That the doom no stay may lett ,

B y his sentence on them sett .

Lo ! what honor all expec teth ,

Who m the Lord with love affe ct eth l

 34 3

A PPE ND I X

For co m parative purposes a single psalm ( Psa lm 5 8 ) re ferred

to in th e Introduction ( p xxi ) is printed here as it ap p ears
.

in four sources used by Sidney and the C ountess of Pembroke ,

and in s ix E nglish metrical versions o f the psalm representa ,

tive of the di ction of the sixteenth seventeenth eighteenth , ,

and nineteenth centuries They are ( 1 ) the E nglish prose

.

psalter appended to the Book of C ommon Prayer the text of ,

“ ”
which is that of C overdale s Great Bible of 1 5 3 9 ( 2 ) the ’

Geneva Bible Geneva 1 5 6 0 ( 3 ) the Bis hops Bible London

, , ,
’

, ,

1 5 68 (4 ),
L e s Ps e aum e s M is eh rim e F ra nc ois e Par C l é ment
Marot Th eodore de B é z e ( l s t e d
, G eneva 1 5 7 7 .
, ,

(5) Th e Wh ole B ooke o f Ps a lmes C o lle c t ed int o E ng lis h

M e et er by Thomas S ternh old John Hopkins and oth ers ( l s t
, , ,

ed . London 1 5 8 0 ( 6 ) George Sandys A Paraphras e

, ,
’

upon t h e Ps a lms of D a vid London 1 6 3 6 (7) Nahum Tate

, , ,

and N Brady s A N ew Vers ion of t he Ps alms of David Lon

.
’

don 1 6 9 8 ( 8 ) Isaac Watts s Th e Ps alms of D avid I mitated

, ,
’

in t h e Lang uag e of the N ew Tes tament London 1 7 1 9 ( 9 ) , , ,

C hristopher Smart s A Trans lation of t h e P s a lms of D avid

’

London 1 7 6 5 and ( 1 0 ) John Keb le s Th e Ps alt er: or Ps a lms

, ,
’

of D avid : in E ng lis h vers e O xf ord 1 8 3 9 , , .

3 44 APP E NDI]

I B iblical Vers ions

PRAYE R B OO K PS ALT E R
P SALM 5 8

Are your miude s s et up o n righ teousnes O ye c ongregation ,

and d o ye judge th e thing that is right 0 ye s onn es o f men ,

Yea ye imagine mis ch iefe in your he art up on th e e arth :

,
m
a

your hands deale with wickednes .

The ungo dly are froward even fro m their m o thers wombe a
s o o n e as th ey be b o rne th e y go astr ay and s p e ake lyes
, .

Th ey are as Ven omou s as the poys on of a s erpent : even lik .

th e deafe Adder that s topp eth h er e ares .

Whi ch refus eth to heare the y o yc e of the charmer : charm i

he never s o wis ely .

Breake th eir teeth ( 0 God ) in their mouthe s s mite ,

b o nes o f th e li o ns 0 L ord : let them fa] away like wate

,

runneth ap ace and when the y s ho ot their arrowes let

, ,

be ro oted out .

Let them co nsum e awa y like a snayle and be like the untime
,

fruite of a w oman : and let them not s ee the s unn e .

Or ver y our pottes b ee made who t with th orne s : so let

e

di gnati o n ve xe him eve n as a thin g th at is r aw e

, . .

Th e ghte o us s hall rejoyce when h ee s eeth th e ve nge

ri

h e s hall was h his fo ot s te p s in th e bloo d o f the ungodly .

S o that a man hall s ay verily there is a reward for the ri

s ,

e ous : doubtles s e th ere is a God that j udgeth th e earth .

34 6 AP P E NDIX

The ungodly are s traungers eve n from their mothers

wombe : ass oone as they be bo rne they go as t ray and ,

s p e ake a lye .

They have poyson ( within th em ) lyke t o th e poys on of

a s erp ent : they be lyke the de af e adder that stoppeth h er
e are s and wyll not heare the yo y c e o f ch armers th ough
, ,

he he never so s kilfull in charming .

Breake their teeth 0 Lorde in th eir m o uthes : s mite a

s under th e chaw e bones o f Lion s 0 Go d .

Let them be diss o lved as into water let them c o me to ,

naught o f them selves : and when they s hoote their ar

rowes let them be as broken
, .

Let them cre epe away lyke a s nayle that foort hwith con
s umeth t o naugh t : or lyke the untimd y fruite of a
woman let them not see the s unne
, .

A s a greene thorne ( kindled with fyre goeth out ) be fore : ,

your potte s be made whot : even s o let a furious rage l

bring him to naught .

Th e righteo us vwll rej oyc e when he seeth th e Venge -i

aunce : he wyll w ashe h is foote ste p pe s in the blood of t

the ungodly .

And every man shall s ay veryly th ere is a rewarde ,

the righteous : doub tles s e there is a G od that judgeth

the earth .

II . Met rica l Vers ions

Notre vous conseillers qui estes

Ligue z b andez contre moy ,

D ites un peu en bonn e foy ,

E st oe jus tic e que vous faites ?

-

E nfans d A da m vous me s le z vou s

’
-
,

De faire la raison a tous ?

A ingo is vo s
ames de s loyale s
N e pensent qu a me s ch anc e t é
’

E t ne pesez q u inquit é
’
A PP E NDIX 347

En vo s balances ine gale s

C ar les me s c h ans dé s g u ils sont nez ’

Du Seigneur sont alie ne z .

Ils ne sont depuis leur naissanc e

Q u e se f o rn u o y e r e n m entant
E t portent du v e nim autant
Q u u n
’
serpent tout plein d e nuisance ,

O u q u un aspic sourd 8 bouchant

’

, 1

Son oreille encontre le chant .

Tel n oit la voix magicienne

’

Des enchanteurs tant s o yent pru dens ,

C asse leur la gueule 8 les d ents

-
1 ,

O Dieu par la puissance tienne

,

Romps la m ac h oire aux lionceaux

Q ui ont O Dieu le coeur
,
si f au x , .

Ains i que l eau coura nt grand erre

’ ’

D eux m es m es ils s e c o uleront

’
-
’

E t les t raic ts q u ils d es c o u ch eront

’

To m beront e n pi eces a terre .

Ils se fondront a la facon

Q u on voit
’

tarir l e lim a g o n

Ainsi que l enfant qui tres passe ’

Sans avoir y e u jour ne o lart é ,

C o m me un fruit hors s a m eure t é

I l faut que Dieu brise 8 fracasse :

Leurs jeunes e s pine s d e vant ,

Q u elles s e s levent plus a vant

’ ’

A don c tout plein d e s j ouis s anc e ’

L inno ce nt qu on a oppress é
’ ’

V oyant de s rompu 8 cass é :

Le pervers par juste v engeance ,

De d ans le sang se baignera

De c e m eschant : E t puis d ira ,

L innocent ne per d point s a peine ,

C est um p oinc t du tout as s e uré

’

Q y
u o que le juste ait en d ur é ,
 A PP E NDIX
C est une c hose bien c ertaine
’

Q 1est D
’o
uge
o 0 o

u 1 un 1e u q ul J 101

L e s bons 81 16 8 ma uvais aussi .

S TER N H OLD -
H O PKINS
P S ALM 5 8

Ye R ulers whi ch are put in trust

T o judge of wrong and right
'

B e all your judgements true and just ;

N o t knowing mee de or might?
N ay in your h earts ye marke and muse
, ,

I n mis oh ie fe to consent
And where you should true justi ce us e ,

Your hand s to bribes are bent .

This wicked s ort in their birth day

H ave erred on thi s wise
An d from their mothers w ombe alw ay
Have used craft a nd lies .

In them the poyson and the breath

O f serpents doe appeare :
Yea like the Adder that is deafe
, ,

And fast doth stop h is eare .

B e c ause he w ill not heare the voi ce

O i one th at ch arme th we ll
No though he were th e chi efe o f choyc e
, ,

And did therein excell .

O Go d b reake th ou th eir teeth e at once

, ,

Within their mouth throughout

The tuskes that in their great jaw bones
Like Lyons whelp s hang out -
.

them c onsume away and waste

Le t ,

As w aters runne forth right : -

The sha fts that they doe shoote in haste ,

Let them be broke in fli ght .

35 0 APP E NDIX
As S un be at Snow so let them thaw ;
-
,

And when their we akned Bowes they draw,

Le t their cra c kt Arrowes the like s traw .

Let them like S nailes consume away ;

And as untimely Births de c ay ,

Whi ch never s aw the ch e erfull D ay .

B e fore their pots c an teele th e brier ,

God in the Whirl wind of his Ire

-
,

S hall bla s t ali ve and burn with fi re

,

Sinne with Revenge at length s h all meet ;

The G odly shall rejoice to s ee t ; ’

And in their blood shall wash their feet .

Then erring Mortals shall con fesse ,

There are Rewards for Righ te ousnes s e ,

An d Plagues for s uch as doe transgresse .

TATE AND BRADY

P SA LM 5 8

Speak O ye Judges of the E arth

, ,

if just your Sentence b e ,

O r mus t not Inn o cence appeal

,

to Heav n from your Decree ?

’

Your wicked H e arts and Judgments are

alike by M ali c e sw ay d : ’

Your griping H ands by weighty B ribes

to Violenc e b etray d ’

T o Virtue Strangers from the Womb ,

their Infant ste p s went wr o ng

-

They prattled Slander and in Lie s ,

emplo y d their lis ping Tongue

’
.

No Serpent o f parc h d Afriok s breed

’ ’

does ranker Poyson h ear ;

The drow s ie Adder will as s oon
unloc k his sullen E ar .
A PP E NDI X
U nm ov d by good Advice and dea f
’

as A d ders they remain ;

Fro m whom th e skilful C harmer s V oi c e ’

can no Attention gain .

Defeat 0 Go d their thr e at ning Rage

, ,
’

and tim ely break their Pow r : ’

Disarm these growing Lion s Jaws ’

e er practis d to dev our

’ ’

Let now their Insolen c e at height , ,

li ke ebbing Tides be spent ;

Their s h iver d Darts deceive their Aim
’

when they their Bow have bent .

Li k e Snails let the m d issolv e to Slim e ;

lik e hasty Births beco m e ,

Unworthy to behold the Sun ,

an d Dead withi n the W omb .

E er Thorns can m ake the Flesh pots boil

’
-
,

te m p e stuous Wrath shall co m e

Fro m C o d and snatch e m hence alive
,
’

, ,

to their eternal Doom .

The Righteous shall re j oyc e to see

their C rim es such V engeance meet ,

An d Saints in Persecutors Blood ,

shall dip their harm less Feet .

Transgressors then with Grief shall see

just m en Rewards obtain ;
An d own a God whose Justice will
the guilty E arth arraign .

Judges who rule the W orld by Laws

, ,

Will ye d espise the righteous C ause ,

When th injur d Poor before you stands ?

’ ’

Dare ye condem n the righteous Poor ,

An d let rich Sinners s c ape secure ’

W hile Gol d and Greatness bribe your Hands ?

35 2 APPE NDIX
Have ye forgot or never knew
Th at God will judge the Judges too ?
High in the He avens his Justice reigns
Yet you invade the Rights o f God ,

And send your b old Decrees abroad

To bind the C onscience in your Chains .

A pois on d Arrow is your Tongue

’

Th e Arrow sharp the Poison strong

, ,

And Death attends where e er it wounds ’

You hear no C ounsels Cries or Tears ;

,

S o the dea f Adder stops her E ars

Against the Power o f charming Sounds .

B reak out their Teeth E ternal Go d , ,

Those Teeth of Lions dy d in B lood ; ’

And crush the Serpents in the Dus t

As emp ty C hafi when Whirlwinds rise
, ,

B e fore the s weeping Tempest fli es

,
,

S o let their Hopes and Names be lost .

Th A lmigh ty thunders from the S ky

’

Their Grandeur melts their Titles die , ,

As Hills of Snow dissolve and run ,

O r Snails that peris h in th eir Slime ,

O r Births that c ome before their Tim e ,

Vain B irths that never see the Sun

, .

Thus shall the V engean ce o f the Lord

Safety and Joy to Saints a ff ord ;
And all that hear shall join and say ,
“
Sure there s a God that ru les on high
’

,
“
A G od that hears his chi ldren cry ,
“
And will their Sufferings w ell repay .

Ye congregation of the tribes ,

O n justic e do you set your mind ;

And are ye free from guile and bribe s
Ye judge s o f m ankind ?
3 54 APP E NDIX

Will ye maintain indeed

The s c orn d and s moth er d right?
’ ’

A t your award ye mortal seed , ,

Shall equi ty have might?

N ay
but in heart ye frame
,

All evil : in all lands

Ye weigh and measure out and aim
, ,

The rapine o f your hands .

aliens from the womb

As
Th ungo dly s tart aside ;
’

E en from their mothers breasts they roam

’ ’

Their false hearts wandering wide .

A loathsome gall they yield ,

As gall of aspic fell ;

Lik e the dea f adder wh o hath s e al d ,
’

His ear against the spell ;

Whom whisperers ne er might take ’

Nor wily sorcerer w in

W ith deepest lore Almighty break
— .
,

Their teeth their lips within ,

.

shiver with strong

C ome
The lion s jaws O Lor d !
’

This way and th at to shame and harm ,

As water they are po ur d ’

E ach arrow they would shoot

Falls sh ive r d from the bow ; ’

They pass like melting snail or fruit ,

O i some untimely throe .

They ne er saw m orning ray

’

Yes ere your caul drons know

—

The thorn His w inds shall sweep away

,

Green woo d an d brands that glow .

A P PE N D IX 355

The just in joyful mood

Th avenging storm will View
’

And w ash his foots teps in the bloo d

O i yon re b ellious cre w ;

Till man on earth shall cry ,

“
Th e righteous soul hath yet
“
His meed : 0 yet a G od on hi gh
“ ”
To judge the world is set .
85 6

S O U RC E S

In the third volum e of h is e d ition of Sidney s Works ( C am ’

bridge 1 923 ) Feuillerat printed Psalm s 1 4 3 fro m the Pens

,
—

hurst M S and gave ( often inaccurately ) variant readings

.

fro m eight other m anuscripts Since that date fiy e more m anu .

scripts have co m e to light I am very much indebted to Pro

.

f e s s or W illiam Ringler who very generously provide d

,

with a com plete list of the m anuscripts known to hi m some

tim e before the publication of his own new edition of The
Po ems of S ir Ph ilip S idne y ( O xford The fourteen ,

manuscripts are :
( )
A R t
. Hon V iscount
. de L I s le v c G C M G Pens ’

, . .
, . . .

hurst Place
( B ) Bo d leian Rawlinson
, poet 25 .

( )
C Bo d leian Rawlinson
,
poet 24 .

( )
D W adham C ollege O xf ord ,25 ,

( E ) Q ueen s’

C ollege O xfor d , 34 1 ,

( F Trinity C ollege C ambridge

,
0 ,
.

( )
G Trinity C ollege C ambri ,
d ge R ,
.

( H B ritish Museu m Add 1 2,0 4 8 .

( )
1 British Museum Add 1 2
,
0 47 .

( I ) Dr . B. E Juel
. Jensen
-
Hea d ington O xford
, ,

( K British Museu m Add 6

4 37
, 2 .

( )
L Huntington Li b rary H M 1 0 0 ,

( M Huntington Library H M 1 1 7 ,

( N Biblioth eque d e l U ni v e rs it
’
é de Paris 1 1 1 0 ,

Professor Ringler s aim has been to reconstruct the wording

’

of Sidney s original text of Psalm s 1 4 3 b y elim inating the

’
—

C ountess of Pe m bro k e s later revisions I on the other hand

’
.
, ,
3 58 S C OURGE S
inco rrectly attributed to Sa m uel Daniel It is probable that .

these two introductory poem s as w ell as Psalm s 1 3 appeared —

, ,

on the leaves that are now lac king in A .

V erbal e m endations to the text of the Penshurst M S 1n .

,

dic at e d by reference to the psalm and line num ber are listed ,

below In each case the rejecte d reading is placed in paren

.

theses
ever ( over ) stay ( stray ) ,
of ( on ) That , ,

( The ) ,
h oo d w in k t ( h u d w in c k ) doe ( doth ) , ,

o f life an ( a life oi ) with ( to ) ,

When ( Where ) , ,

still ( do ) by thee ore com e ( orec ome by thee )

, ,

that ( as ) inch aine ,

have
hated ( hated ) na m es ( nam e )
,
I would not on ce ,

( will not ) safety

, ( safely ) harp ( hart ) V iols
, ,

( V i a lls ) ,
Ty m es t y m e ( Ty m es tymes ) approach , ,

( pp
a o a c h ) true,
sight ( sight ) shall we ( w e ,

shall ) ,
to begging ( a begging ) m aks t ( makes ) , ,

T ab ernac le s ( Tabernacle ) See ( Loe ) , ,

Kings your ( King you ) though greate ,

( great ) ,
Deaths ( death ) W hither ( W hether , ) ,

0 no ( No ) They ( Their )
,
a buy ( aby ) ,
-
,

tis ( is ) doth ( doe )

,
doe ( doth ) , ,

fro m ( in ) thie ( thee )

,
Mote ( Note ) ,
um ,

sunok unmyred ( fro m such myre d )

,
do ( doth )
Who m ( Who ) will ( wilt )
, fe t tring ( fretting ) , ,

praises ( praise ) firs t born ( firs t bornes )

,
- -
,

ay de ( age ) in ( with ),
the ( they ) ,
feedeth ,

( fi e ld e t h ) hath , ( have ) k nowe ( k nowes

, ) ,

wrought ( nought ) wastes ( coastes )

,
who ,

( h o w ) , thou thou ( thou ) ,

C o d ( Gods ) , ,

1 1 9 ( A ) 6 still ( self )
. 1 1 9 ( F ) 29 with ( will ) , 1 1 9 ( L ) 22 W ill
.
,
.

( W h ich ) 1 1 9( ) 4
R ,
1 upon ( now upon
.
) ginn (g y )
r n n , ,

fear ( Tear ) As ( A ) ,
flatt plaine ( platt ,

pais ) ,
boor d e ( hurd ) Lights not on one ( Light
,

not one ) , then ( tho u ) .

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B IB L I O GRA PHY

The following list indicates all w orks tha t make s ignific ant
re feren ce to the Ps alm s o f S ir Philip Sidne y and the C o untes s
of Pembr o ke .

AD DIS O N JOS E PH : S TEE L E S IR RI CHA RD ; AND O THERS : The

, ,

G uardian N o 1 8 April 1 1 7 1 3 , .
, , .

B ALLARD GE OR G E : M emoirs of S e veral Ladies of G reat

,

B ritain O xford : 1 7 5 2 pp 2 5 9 6 4
.
—
, . .

“
B A R OW A Y I SRAEL : Th e A cc entua l Th eory of Hebrew Pro s
,
”
o dy, J ourna l of E ng lis h Literary H is tmy Vol , . 1 7 , 1 9 5 0,
—
PP . 1 15 35 °

B OA S , F . S . Ph ilip S idne y
: S ir ,
R epres entat ive E liz a be tha n .

N ew York : John De Graii , 1 956; L o ndon : Staples Press ,

1 95 5. pp 1 54 8 -

B OURNE HE NRY , A M emoir of S ir P h ilip S id ne y

R Fo x :. .

—
L o ndon : 1 8 6 2 pp 26 8 70 . .
,

B R OOKE WILLIAM T : O ld E ng lis h Ps almody London : Wil

, . .

—
liam Reeve s 1 9 1 6 pp 4 6 5 1 . .
, ,

B ROWN D OUGLAS ed : S ele ct ed P oems from G e org e H erb ert

, , .
,

wit h a f
e w repres e ntat ive p o e ms by his c ont e mporaries .

London : Hutchi ns on and Co 1 9 6 0 .

, .

B UT LE R S AMUEL ( B ishop o f Lichfi eld ) :

, S idneia na . London
1 8 37 .

BUX TO N JOHN : S ir P hilip S id ney and th e Eng lis h Renais s anc e

, .

N ew York : S t Martin s Press 1 9 5 4 ; London : M acmillan

’
.
,

and Co .
—
1 9 5 4 , pp 1 5 2 5
, . .

CAMPB E LL , LIL Y B E S S : D ivine Poet ry and D rama in S ix

t eent C entury E ng la nd B erkeley : Uni versity o f C alifor
h -
.
3 60 B B I LIOGRAPHY
nia Press , 1959 ; C ambridge : C a m bridge University Press ,

1 9 59 7 pp ‘

C OS T E LL OL OUISA : M emoirs of E minent E ng lis hwo men Lon

, .

don : R Bentley 1 8 44 Vol I pp 3 3 4 7 0

.
—
, . .
, . .

C O TT O N H : O n Psalm o dy
“ ”
, Th e C hris tian R emembra ncer
.
, ,

III June 1 8 2 1 pp 3 27 3 1
,
—
, . .

D RAK E N ATHAN : M om ings in S pring London : 1 8 28 V ol I

,
. . .
,

—
1 1 3 21 1
pp . .

FARR EDWARD : S elect P oetry

, , C h iefly D e v ot iona l , o f t he
Reig n o fQ uee n E liz a b e th C a m bridge : . 1 84 5 . Vol I , pp . .

—8
53 5
ALB E R T : Th e C omp let e Works of S ir P hilip
FE U I L L E R A T ,
S idne y C ambridge : C am bri d ge University Pres s 1 9 1 2
.
,
1

26 V ol III pp viii ix 1 8 7 24 6 4 0 8 2 1
.
— — .
—
,
.
, , .

GLASS H A : Th e S t ory of t h e Ps a lt ers from 1 5 4 9 t o 1 8 8 5

, . . .

London : 1 8 8 8 pp 26 7 —
, . .

GR O S A B T T HE RE V AL E XAN DE R B : Th e C omplet e P oems of

,
. .

S ir Ph ilip S id ne y 2 vols London : 1 8 7 3 3 vols London . .

,
. .
,

1 8 77 .

H T R : Lady Mary Sidney and Her Writings ,

. . Th e G e n
t le ma n s M aga z ine XXI V —
’

1 845 pp 1 29 , , ,
.
9,
6 —
8 4 7 0

HARIN GT O N H E NRY : N uga e A ntiqa ae London : 1 7 7 9 Vol I

, . . .
,

pp 2 —
77 9 6 V
. ol II p 1 59 ,
.
, . .

HE LTZ E L VIR G IL B AN D H UDSON H OYT H eds N o bilis or a

, .
, ,
.
, . .

View of t h e Life a nd D eat h of a S id ney and Les s us

Lugubris b y Th omas M ofie t ( 1 5 5 3 San Marm o ,

C alifornia : Huntingt on Library Publications 1 9 4 0 p 74 , , .

Oxford : O xfor d University Press 1 94 0 , .

H OLL AND JOHN : Th e Ps almis ts of Britain London : 1 84 3 Vol

, . . .

I , pp .
—
1 94 2 1 8 .

J UL I AJOHN : A D ict iona ry of H ymnolog y New York : Dover

N , .

Publications 1 9 5 7 ; London : John Murray 1 9 0 7 , , .

L UC E A LI C E : Th e C ount es s of P embro ke s A nt onie Weimar

’

.
,

1 897 .

M ACDONAL D ,
GE O R GE : E ng la nd s A ntiph on
’

. London : 1 8 6 8,

pp . 86 —
9 0 .

M ARTZ L ours L : Th e Poetry of M e ditat ion N ew Haven

, . .

Yale University Press 1 9 5 4 pp 273 8 ; Oxford : O xford

—
, , .

University Press 1 9 5 5 ,
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WALLA C E M AL COLM W : Th e Life of S ir Ph ilip S id ney New
, . .

York : G P Putnam s Sons 1 9 1 6 ; C ambridge : C am

. .
’

bridge University Pre ss 1 9 1 5 pp 3 23 5

—
, , . .

WAL P OL E HORA CE : A Cat a logue of R oyal and N ob le Auth ors

,

of E ng la nd edited by Tho m as Park London : J Scott

, . .
,

1 8 0 6 Vo l II pp 1 9 0 8
, .
— . .
,

WARRE N C L ARE N CE H : S ir P hilip S idney; A S tudy in C on

,
.

fl ic t Lond o
. n : Thomas Nelson and Sons 1 93 6 pp 1 6 0 — 1 , , . .

WILSO N M ONA : S ir Ph ilip S idne y New York : O xford Uni

,
.

versity Press 1 93 2; London : Gerald Duckw orth and C o

,
.
,

1 93 1 .

YOUN G FRAN C ES CAM PB ELL ( B ERK E LE Y ) : M ary S idney

, ,

C ount es s of P embroke London : David Nutt 1 9 1 2 .

, .

ZOU CH THO MAS : M emoirs of t h e Life and Writings of S ir

,

Philip S idney New York : 1 8 0 8 pp 3 98 4 0 0

.
—
, . .