5 Wherefore, in that sad doome, PSALM II. IN THE TUNE OF THE CXXVth PSALM, "Those, that do put their confidence." WHY do the Gentiles tumults make, And nations all conspire in vaine, 2 And earthly princes counsell take Against their God; against the raigne Of his deare Christ? let us, they saine, 3 Breake all their bonds: and from us shake Their thraldome, yoke, and servile chaine. 4 Whiles thus, alas! they fondly spake, He, that aloft rides on the skies, Laughs all their lewd device to scorne; 6 But I, my King with sacred horne 7 My Sonne thou art, said God; I thee 9 Of all the world; and thou shalt bray Those stubborne foes, that will not bend, With iron mace, like potters' clay, 10 In peeces small: ye kings attend; And yee, whom others wont obey, Learne wisdome, and at last amend. 11 See ye serve God, with greater dread His wrath shall be: O blessed those, PSALM III. AS THE CXIIth PSALM, "Ye children, which &c." AH, Lord! how many be my foes! How many are against me rose, 2 That to my grieved soule have sed, Tush, God shall him no succour yeeld; 3 Whiles thou, Lord, art my praise, my shield, And dost advance my carefull head! 4 Loud with my voice to God I cry'd: His grace unto my sute reply'd, From out his holy hill. 5 I laid me downe, slept, rose againe : My naked side should round enclose, 8 From thee, O God, is safe defence; PSALM IV. AS THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, "Attend my people.” THOU witnesse of my truth sincere, 2 Favour me still, and daigne to heare God will regard my instant mone. Talke with your hearts, your wayes amending 6 Offer the truest sacrifice Of broken hearts; on God besetting The light of that sweet looke of thine; PSALM V. IN THE TUNE OF THE CXXIVth PSALM, "Now Israel may say, &c." Bow downe thine eare, Lord, to these words of mine, And well regard The secret plaints I make. 2 My King, my God, To thee I doe betake My sad estate: Oh, doe thine eare incline To these loud cries, That to thee powred bin. 3 At early morne Thou shalt my voice attend: For, at day break, I will myselfe addresse Thee to implore, And wait for due redresse. 4 Thou dost not, Lord, Delight in wickednesse ; Nor to bad men Wilt thy protection lend. 5 The boasters proud Cannot before thee stay: Thou hat'st all those, That are to sin devoted: 6 The lying lips, And who with blood are spotted, Thou doest abhorre, And wilt for ever slay : 7 But I unto Thy house shall take the way : Within thy holy place. 8 Oh! leade me, Lord, Within thy righteous trace: Even for their sakes That malice me so sore, Make smooth thy paths My dimmer eyes before. 9 Within their mouth No truth is ever found: Pure mischiefe is Their heart: a gaping tombe 10 Is their wide throat; And yet their tongues still sound, 11 With smoothing words. O Lord, give them their doome, And let them fall In those their plots profound. In their excesse Of mischiefe, them destroy, 12 That rebels are; So those, that to thee flye, Shall all rejoyce And sing eternally: 13 And whom thou dost Protect, and who love thee And thy deere name, In thee shall ever joy ; Since thou with blisse The righteous dost reward, As with a shield him guard. PSALM VI. AS THE Lth PSALM, "The mighty God, &c." LET me not, Lord,. Be in thy wrath reproved : Oh! scourge me not When thy fierce wrath is moved. 2. Pity me, Lord, That doe with languor pine: Heale me, whose bones With paine dissolved bin; 3 Whose weary soule Is vexed above measure. O Lord; how long Shall I bide thy displeasure? 4 Turne thee, O Lord, Rescue my soule distrest; 4 And save me of thy grace. 'Mongst those that rest In silent death, Can none remember thee; And in the grave How shouldst thou praised be? 6 Weary with sighs All night I caus'd my bed To swim with teares, My couch I watered. 7 Deepe sorrow hath Consum'd my dimmed eyne, Sunk in with griefe At these lewd foes of mine: 8 But now hence, hence, Vaine plotters of mine ill: The Lord hath heard My lamentations shrill : 9 God heard my suit, And still attends the same: 10 Blush now, my foes, And flye with sudden shame, |